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ESCOLTA BLOCK PARTY (2/2)
Sojourn
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Class was cut short, so we packed our bags and strode down the building. Itās the latter part of August, depicting the arrival of āber months, which I guess explains the cold touch of the seasonās weather onto my skin. It was already dark around the campus, the kind of dark that makes you feel gloomy but serene at the same time, with only dim warm yellow lamps lighting the way out. Trees silently swayed along with the wind. Parking spaces were unoccupied. A few people tried to hang out for a whileārelaxing, waiting, and yawning. I kept walking.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā On a Monday night, the northbound lane was cramped with vehicles. The moment I stepped out of the university gate, first thing that entered my mind was how long itās going to take me to get home. I have some friends walking alongside, conversing and laughing. The pavement seemed dry but when I looked up, I found no traces of tiny beams of light. The rain must be about to pour soon. Sidewalk vendors started packing up. I saw somebody riding a bike from the distance so I stepped aside for a while. But he wasnāt looking straight ahead thatās why he stopped right inches close to where I was standing. I let out a squeal then a chorus of laughter followed. I kept walking.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā There were fourteen seconds left to cross the road but we didnāt hurry. Vehicles continued lining up, securing the intersection for the pedestriansā safety. The number of passengers waiting around seemed inversely proportional to the PUVs driving along the boulevard. Alas, the right jeepney came along. We embarked for a ride home at around 9 in the evening. My friends and I sat across from each other, letting out a sigh of relief and silent laughter afterwards. I looked out the window, noticed how all structures along the boulevard are designed like blocksārectangular and edgy. As if Manila is a Christmas tree and EspaƱa has the Christmas boxes of varying sizes. One block after another, each made for a different purpose. Dark, silent, hollow to light, vibrant, crowded. Some stores were closed while some played loud music. I was blown away by the air pumped out from old vehicles, past my face to everyone elseās. A gentle reminder of needing a little bit of warmth during a cold night. The lamp posts standing in the middle of the island were dimly lit to allow everyone to see a dramatic view of a strangerās face. Although some already gave up their lights, yet waiting for somebody to come fix and replace the hearts of them.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Nothing was in sync. Everyone was doing their own thing. But there I was, looking at a beautiful scene created by moving elements and the fixed establishments in the background, all anticipating for a brand new day. The jeepney did a curvy turn around the rotunda, giving me an opportunity to gaze at a monument erected in the middle for some reason I would be eager to learn. I watched as the street signs changed from the color green to blue. Thatās when I knew I was almost close to home. There were lesser vehicles in that avenue as I stare into the quiet. The familiar diversion of land zoningāfrom residences, institutions, commercial spaces to slums even. Then the sky began crying as I got nearer to the place where you live. We drove past the church, turned left, and then right. Passing by the hospital across your place. Even with the rain shield of the jeepney obscuring my view, with just a glimpse I was sure there was nothing new. The only difference now is that I was no longer standing there with you.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā There goes the usual environment I grew up in, the closer I was to my safety zone. The rain got a little bit gentle as I alight the jeepney, bade goodnight to the friends who accompanied me home. The neighborhood seemed to be already asleep. I kept walking. Until I got home.
(a homework for my planning class back in college)
Five Points of Our Architecture
[ Pilotis ā The replacement of supporting walls by a grid of reinforced concrete columns that bears the load of the structure is the basis of the new aesthetic. ]
You weren't that handsome.
But when you walked through the door, I saw my walls crack a little. You were awkward and the hesitation that reverberated through you drew me in. That night I was witness to how the fortification I built for so long fall away to a heap of dust on the marble floor.
Days passed and I started to build a whole new world around you: the walls weren't around me anymore, but around you. I wanted to keep you to myself.
[ Roof gardens ā The flat roof can be utilized for a domestic purpose while also providing essential protection to the concrete roof. ]
I decorated myself with your promises, lived under the shelter of your āI love you'sā and believed nothing else mattered. In your arms I found a refuge; you were my safe haven.
[ Open floor plan ā The absence of supporting walls means that the house is unrestrained in its internal usage. ]
We came and conquered, but I never saw anything else aside from you. The world was obscured from my view.
[ Free faƧade ā By separating the exterior of the building from its structural function the faƧade becomes free. ]
You let me go. I thought I was holding you down and quickly said that I was ready to fly with you. You shook your head and your precious tears fell when you said: I'm the anchor that keeps you at bay that's why you never left the shore.
[ Ribbon window ā The faƧade can be cut along its entire length to allow rooms to be lit equally. ]
I saw you again. Your daughter looks just like you. Her smile resembles the sunshine I woke up to, much like the one I dreamed of waking up next to. The walls have not fallen but tiny cavities have emerged, letting in the light I needed to see the world beyond you.
Aside from you.
S
/ a short story I wrote for our finals back then in literature class inspired by Le Corbusierās five points of architecture /Ā
/ also thanks for the help then InnaĀ āŗ /
One day she will turn to you and say ādo you still love me?ā and a milion things will flash through your mind. You loved her when you met her because it was the right time. But now things have gone lifeless and when you look in her eyes you donāt see the galaxy. You see a star and stars are beautiful but they canāt sustain life and she canāt give you what you need anymore. You need to tell her, donāt keep waiting. It wasnāt her fault and sheās still like sweet lemonade to you, but your taste buds are changing and lemon isnāt your favorite any longer. Maybe what youāre looking for is ice tea or coffee. You need tot tell her that itās you who changed, not her. Do net let her think this is her fault. It wll break her and she will turn sour. You didnāt just wake up and decide not to love her anymore. It wasnāt because she didnāt smile at you when she was having a bad day. It isnāt because she snapped at you last week. It isnāt because sheās a burden, because she isnāt. Tell her how sometimes people lose things and itās better to leave them lost or thhings break and itās better to leave them broken. Make sure she knows this doesnāt have to break her. One day she will ask you ādo you still love me?ā and you will want to lie and say yes, you will want to spare her. Donāt lie it will only delay the inevitable. This love has broken and eventually she will find the cracks and if you do not warn her they will cut her. You need to warn her, you need to let her go.
(via purity-z)
you should have read thisĀ
It was around this time last year when it all began.
Ā Then it ended halfway through ā
Ā Even before it could reach the rerun.
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Hahahaha omg who are you... wait I think I know who you are
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Zambales 201
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There are parallel universes out there where this didnāt happen: where I was with you and you were with me, and whatever universe that is thatās the one where my heart lives in.
Dell, 2014
A year ago we stayed up till 3 am talking And today I donāt know how to even say hey
Time flies (via doperespect)
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Wellā¦that escalated quickly.
I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT
but it turned out to be everything i wanted
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Best plot twist of all time.
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Just for once, I hope that my absence made them feel lonely.
Kim Tan (ź¹ķ), from The Heirs (ģģģė¤)
You're speaking to me with words but I'm looking at you with feelings.
A stranger's introductory statement
P.S. Made my day.
āDo not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.ā
Paraphrased and mixed from Katrina, M.K., and UnknownĀ (via abimopector)
An Open Letter to the Boy Who Stole My Heart
Ā Ā In the crack of dawn, I awake with the twinge of optimism that, possibly, today you will finally spin your head to my direction and notice me. Getting up to prepare myself for looking goodāputting my curly locks onto place, working on my smile, spraying a saccharine scent of fragrance with the hopes of having your nose snuffle the air when I pass byājust for you, only for you. All of my friends keep on reminding me that you are a terrible fruitārotten, noxious, and bad for my wellbeing. I refuse to believe them, for they have not a single idea about who you are within. Externally, I couldnāt perceive the guy of my dreams, yet deep down, inside of you; I could glimpse into that beautiful core the lad who I wanted to wake up with every morning.
In the middle of the sunlight hours youād walk past me, your voice calling my name in a singsong manner only you could master. That distinct combined scent of cigarette smoke and fabric conditioner used on your shirt; those familiar eyes looking at me intently with one eye suddenly winking. You are clueless as to how that smirk of yours made me melt into hot pink lava, making me lunge in a bubblegum sea, covered in sweetness only you have caused. You have no idea how much a second of seeing you from afar caused you to complete my entire day. All of your friends know; all of my friends do, too. I refuse to inform you about what I earnestly feel, for out of all the risks Iām willing to take, this is what I am most terrified of. See, you arenāt just any boy. You are the boy whom every girl spends their daydreams with. When some schoolgirl runs over your track then asks for a snapshot with you, Iād be a few steps away teasing you. When a girl comrade of yours asks you to have a quick smoke session with her, Iād be next to you while you puff off your smoke to the direction opposite me. When your best friend hugs you and you embrace her back, Iād be behind you hauling the thought of having my world wrapped in somebody elseās arms. When the woman you most desire passes by in front of you, Iād be hiding at the rear of that large tree, keeping those tears from drowning me. You could by no means gaze at me that way.
Then the sun comes to rest and the stars begin to emerge, dragging my wishes with them as they attempt to illuminate the murky sky: as cerulean as my emotions, as blank as my spirit. Your name was my beloved melody, my solitary measure of bliss. However, my name was just a mismatched guitar chord and I will not at all fit into your song. This is all weāll ever be.
--We were asked to write a prose/letter/poetry for/of/about a man for our homework in Philippine Literature and this is what I've wrote. :)