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the lssmnth

@thesleepingninja / thesleepingninja.tumblr.com

LOIS. 27. MNL, PH.
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it's 11:40 and i can't breathe from all the cat fur i inhaled. i think about the way he pats my back when i can't breathe, only to take it away when he plants me a kiss. because when he kisses me, i can feel the daisies blooming in my lungs.

he cups my face in the gentlest way i have ever had my face cupped, and my worries melt like butter on the palm of his hand. his hands are almost the same size as mine, and yet he holds me together better than i do, only to melt me again with his soft touches.

he snoozes off like a birthday candle blown—instant. i have learned that the decibels of his snores are inversely proportional to the joules of energy he has left. i stare at him and admire him at his most vulnerable, and as his snoring sounds sync with my breathing patterns, i therefore conclude that the amount of time i spend staring is directly proportional to the number of walls i allow myself to break down.

i am not sure if i am worthy of the prayers he told his god, but i want to be. because he deserves more than all the love i can give, and i'd be happy to spend my tomorrows beating myself to it. and boy i hope that's enough.

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uhaw na uhaw ako sa yakap. pero alam ko na pag may yumakap sakin, hindi ko mapipigilan bumuhos yung luha ko. sobrang lungkot. sobrang sakit.

kanina pa kasi ako nagpipigil ng luha. saksi nito yung tarpaulin ni leni sa bandang likod ng e-jeep, yung pamaypay na may mukha ni chel diokno na nasa lamesa ko, at yung tinta sa hintuturo ko. kasi hindi ko sila matignan nang hindi ngumingilid yung luha sa mata ko. nahihiya ako para sa pilipinas.

pero kaya ko 'to isinusulat kasi ayokong makalimot.

gusto ko alalahanin 'yung saya na naramdaman ko noong minsang kumain kaming pamilya sa binondo at biglang lumabas ang balitang tatakbo si vp leni sa pagkapresidente. nagpalit kami agad ni syoti ng cover photo sa facebook bilang suporta. bagong bago, may pagka-retro pop art na hipster, tapos kulay pink. doon din nagsimula yung branding niya na kulay pink.

ayokong makalimutan yung gabing nagvolunteer ako sa relief ops sa leni-kiko hq volunteer center para sa mga nasalanta ng bagyong odette. may mga bagong tao akong nakilala, mga bagong finollow at followers sa ig, haha. at kahit huling gabi na ng volunteer work yun, mainit pa rin yung pagtanggap na nakuha ko. hindi ko naramdamang naiiba ako, kasi lahat iisa ang hangad. sa registration ako naassign, kaya naramdaman ko kung gaano kasarap makipagusap sa mga volunteers na kakarating pa lang at volunteers na pauwi na. yung kislap sa mata nila kapag nag-abot na ako ng pauwing tarpaulin, pamaypay, komiks, at stickers. alala ko, meron pa ngang bagong dating na volunteer no'n na hinoldap sa may tulay sa katipunan, malapit lang sa hq, pero umuwi siyang doble yung perang ninakaw sa kanya kasi nag-ambagan yung ibang volunteers para mabawi yung nawala sa kanya. at lalong hinding hindi ko malilimutan yung palakpakan nung naisalansan na sa loob ng truck ang pinakahuling truck ng mga relief goods na babiyahe papuntang siargao. napakasarap sa tenga.

gusto ko ring maalala yung panghihinayang kong hindi ako nakasama sa pinakaunang rally sa commonwealth, kasi nasa baguio ako, at yung kilig ko nung sa wakas, nakasali ako sa rally sa pasig. linggo yun. niyaya ko si judy at lorenzo, at nakita ko pa yung ibang mga orgmates ko. mahina ang signal. sobrang siksikan ng mga tao. para bang nabura na sa isip naming lahat yung pandemya, kasi sobrang palpak ng gobyerno at lahat uhaw sa pagbabago. pero wala akong nakitang hindi naka-mask. may namigay pa ng pink na pandesal. nanawa ako sa kakasabi at kakatanggap ng "excuse me po" at "sorry po" sa bawat kakampink na nakasalubong at nakabungguan ko. hindi ko maipinta kung gaano ako kasaya no'n. umapoy yung pag-asa sa dibdib ko. iba yung warmth na naramdam ko sa mga kakampinks na nakasama ko. nakakaproud. pakiramdam ko, ligtas ako at hindi ako mababastos. dun ko talaga tinatak sa sarili ko na gusto ko ng ganoong klaseng pilipinas, at sa sandaling yon, mukhang posible naman.

ayoko ring makalimutan yung pakiramdam na dumalo sa miting de avance kasama ang buong pamilya ko. biggest flex ko yata ngayong taon ay yung ang buong pamilya ko ay for leni-kiko. nakakakilig talaga yung tunay na pagkakaisa na mawiwitness mo kapag dumalo ka sa pagtitipon ng mga kakampink. halu-halong estado sa buhay, edad, kasarian, sekswalidad, relihiyon, paniniwala, pero iisa ang kinakanta. pare-parehong gusto ng malinis na pilipinas. sabi nung isang placard ng umattend non, "ganito pala pag may pag-asa, ang saya saya." tama siya.

gusto ko ring maalala yung iyak ko nung inendorso ng mga magsasaka si kiko, kahit na sa livestream ko lang napanood. yung mga funny shit na nabasa ko sa mga groups na sinalihan at pages na sinundan ko sa facebook, kasi napagaan nila yung bawat araw na nabubwisit ako sa mga supporters ng kabila.

at panghuli sa lahat, ayokong makalimutan itong nararamdaman ko ngayong lumalabas na ang resulta ng eleksyon. yung nakakapanlumong pakiramdam na gusto mong sumuko kasi ang tanga lang talaga. higit sa galit ay lungkot at pagkadismaya. ngayon na lang yata ako humagulgol ulit simula nung iniwan ako ng ex ko. wasak. sawi. awts. pain. pighati, matindi.

pero sabi nga ni doc tricia, "there's grief that sows unproductive anger, but there's a kind that reminds you of how fiercely you cared and that propels you to love and try harder." gusto ko 'yon. gusto ko 'non. kasi ayokong mapagod magmahal. lalo na kung sa tamang tao, yung mga deserving, yung mga nasa laylayan na tunay na nangangailangan, yung mga batang maaapektuhan ng bawat desisyon natin. pero kung marcos apologist ka o supporter ka ni robin padilla, ijujudge pa rin kita habambuhay.

sa ngayon, hindi ko na alam kung gusto ko pang magkaanak, pero kung sakaling magkaanak ako, gusto kong malaman niyang hindi ako nanahimik. na tumindig si nanay para magkaron siya ng mas promising at kulay rosas na kinabukasan. yung may kalayaan siyang maging siya, magsalita, at mamuna. at kung babae siya gaya ng hinihiling ko, gusto kong malaman niyang pinapangarap ng nanay ang isang bansang ligtas para sa kanya at bansang kikilalanin yung kakayahan niya bilang babae, kasi 'yun ang deserve niya.

sinimulan kong isulat 'to na humahagulgol. pero tinatapos ko 'to ngayon na nakangiti. kasi malinis ang konsensya ko. hinding hindi ko pinagsisisihang tumindig ako para sa mga pilipino, kasi alam kong nasa tamang parte ako ng kasaysayan. kahit gaano kasakit, hindi mawawalan ng pag-asa.

wala namang nasayang. paparating pa rin tayo sa exciting part, medyo nadelay lang. 🌷

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i'm not sure if i should believe a stranger on the internet when he says he likes me a lot lot, but at 8:36pm, i wanted to put him in my pocket so that i could keep him forever. at 8:44pm, i overthink if his feelings are genuine, but at midnight he tucks me in a blanket of green flags before he sleeps. so i stay awake thinking about what it would feel like to hold his hand.

everyone says be wary of the strangers you are yet to meet. i haven't seen him yet, so i can't tell you how engrossed he looks like when he's cooking scrambled eggs at 9:32 in the evening, or how satisfied he appears to be 36 minutes later after he takes his first bite. i can only imagine how he trances into another world when he codes at 5:12pm or when he writes about life at 11:12 at night. but at 1:56am, i think about what it would feel like to bury my face into the crook of his neck.

i used to think it was absurd to be fond of someone—a being as fickle and as human as yourself—you haven't met yet. but he bid me good morning at 3:54 in the afternoon once, and now i am writing about him at 12:54 in the morning. and this is what's going to happen: i will greet him good night at 2am and fall asleep smiling, praying to whoever listens out there that maybe out of the 7.9 billion people currently inhabiting the planet, maybe i can keep this particular one with me for much longer.

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Anonymous asked:

Hi lois lane. Wala bang bagung post jan?? Hehe have a nice day po. :)

hello, sorry sa 6-day late na response kasi ngayon ko lang nakita 'to hahaha, kung sino ka man 🥲 sksksk sorry din wala akong maiooffer na writing/photoset sa ngayon kaya ishshare ko na lang kung anong iniisip ko at the moment:

so kasi ano, it's a fact na babaeng lamok lang naman talaga yung nangangagat sa mga tao at nagffeed on blood meals (yung mga lalaking lamok, they feed on plant juices, basically harmless). tapos ako kasi, lapitin ng lamok talaga.

so eto nga, iniisip ko lang kasi kung considered ba tong woman-to-woman oppression, kasi kinakagat at sinasaktan nila ako kahit kapwa babae rin aq 😤

o dapat ba hayaan ko na lang, kasi bilang babae rin, gusto ko rin naman makatulong sa kapwa ko babae 🤷‍♀️ hahahahsksksks martir yarn

pero kung dun ako sa latter option, pano ko kaya sila matutulungan na magfeed sa mga lalaking basura na lang ganon?

whatchuthink? h e l p :(((

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proof that we are pretty much a different person to different companions (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.゚

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sa gitna ng bahay namin at pinapasukan kong trabaho, maraming tunnel. sabi nila, pag napadaan ka raw sa tunnel, pigilan mong huminga hanggang makarating sa dulo, at pag nagtagumpay ka, matutupad ang iyong hiling. palagi kong hiling noon ang bumalik ka sa’kin, kaso palagi rin akong natatrapik. nauubusan ng hangin, napipilitang huminga ulit. tila ba pagod na rin sa katangahan ko ang mundo.

minsan, hindi pa rin ako makapaniwalang wala nang parte ng suot kong balat ngayon ang nahawakan mo sa kahit paanong paraan. na hindi na maalala ng mga kamay ko ang lambot ng mga kamay mo. na hindi na matandaan ng mga labi ko ang init ng mga labi mo. na hindi na kabisado at hindi na hinahanap ng sistema ko ang bawat haplos at kilos mo. pisikal na binura ka na sa akin ng panahon. ala-ala ka na lang. at ang ala-ala, maaaring tama, maaaring mali. maaaring nangyari, maaaring hindi. maaaring panaginip pala, maaaring guni-guni. kung alinman, hindi na ako interesado. wala na rin kasi siguro akong sagot na inaasam na manggaling sayo. o para mas madali, hindi na ikaw ang sagot.

isang beses noon pauwi galing trabaho, noong hindi na ako masyadong malungkot, sinubukan kong hilingin na lamang na matutunan kong tanggapin ang lahat. humarurot ang dyip. walang trapik. hindi ako naubusan ng hangin. hanggang ngayo’y humihinga pa rin.

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mag-iisang taon na simula nung pinili ko ang peace of mind

nung kailan lang, nagpabooster shot ako sa starmall shaw. sumakay ako ng jeep galing quiapo. naupo ako sa bandang unahan ng jeep, sa likod ng katabi ng driver. yung katabi ng driver ay isang lolo na may dalang de-keypad pa na cellphone. tapos may katext siya. alam ko naman, sabi ng mama ko, masama ang magbasa ng messages ng katabi sa jeep, pero ang laki kasi ng font ng cellphone ni lolo, at mabilis ang aking mga mata. emz, may madahilan lang.

so sabi ng katext ni lolo, “gigimik k b?” sagot ni lolo, “magpapahalik k n b skn kung igimik kta?” tapos nagreply yung katext ni lolo, “cge, pero wag masyadong torrid ha.” ang lupit ni lolo, mas maasim pa sakin.

huli kong nasulyapan bago bumaba si lolo sa shaw center ay kung pwede daw ba sila magkita ng 2pm. iyon na yata ang nakapagpayanig sa peace of mind ko. chos.

kanina, nagpunta kami sa bencab museum. sobrang na-enjoy ko kasi hindi nagmamadali yung mga kasama ko. natitigan ko lahat ng gusto kong titigan. naramdaman ko ang kailangan kong maramdaman. masasabi kong naging paborito ko talaga yung sikat na erotica gallery, hindi dahil deprived ako ng eroticism sa buhay ko unlike si lolo, kundi dahil dun ako pinakamaraming naramdaman. tunay nga namang napakagandang paksa ng intimacy at vulnerability sa kahit anong klaseng media o art form─nakasulat, nakapinta, nakaimprenta, isinasalaysay, isinasagawa. kaya ba ng isang taong ipresenta ang dalawang bagay na ito kung hindi pa nila ito naramdaman? parang malabo.

kailan ko kaya ulit ito mararamdaman? yung maging intimate at vulnerable muli nang hindi napipilitan? nang hindi natatakot na mawasak at mabasag ulit? ewan. baka wala. baka hanggang panonood na lang ng love at normal people. o kaya baka hanggang spotify playlists na lang talaga.

sabi nga ng kapatid ko habang kinikilig akong naglalaro ng choose your own story, "e kung lumandi ka kaya sa totoong buhay, kesa naglalaro ka lang niyan, mukha kang tanga."

basta alam ko lang, kung mapaibig akong muli, sana hindi na ako tanga.

saka sana pala masaya si lolo at sana hindi niya kabet yung kausap at kikitain niya. hindi magandang combination yung asim at panloloko—amoy classmate mong nagbasketball tapos pumasok sa classroom niyong de aircon. ew.

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the final stage of healing can last from twenty-one days to two years

i'd like to write about hometown cha cha cha. i'd like to write about how this series healed me because i want to start writing about the good things again. it was recommended to me a few times, and at first, i hesitated starting it because the episodes were only halfway up and i don't like cliffhangers. but i had nothing else to do so i put on the pilot episode.

on that first episode, du-sik was introduced as that guy people called promptly whenever they needed help. it was all fine until someone called him and his phone rang. it played the basic bell ringtone of samsung phones.

the thing is, i dreaded that sound so bad. every single time i heard it from someone else's phone, regardless of where i am, i momentarily shut down. i was aware i was healing nicely and i have gotten past a lot of the things i used to avoid, but that sound was one hell of a trigger i couldn't get past.

see, that sound used to be my morning alarm ringtone. it used to be a mundane thing for me. months after the break-up, i switched to vibrate for all of my alerts. as time went by though, i noticed i was sleeping more soundly than usual and the vibrating alarm wasn't working well enough to wake me up anymore, so i switched the sound back on.

the next morning, i woke up with a flood of memory rushing through my head. the vivid imagery and smell and sound of the mornings i woke up to that same alarm next to my ex in his room, with the feeling of not wanting to leave and wanting to sleep in. and the vivid imagery and smell and sound of the mornings i woke up to that same alarm alone in my room, with puffed up eyes and the deadweight feeling of the need to go to work despite the grief and everything, because i'm not rich, i'm just heartbroken. all that mess, triggered by an alarm sound.

i even thought it was just a one-off thing, but the same rush happened the next morning (which prompted me to change my alarm tone immediately). and every time i heard it thereafter.

it was insane. i've never had bad triggers before. what a strange torturous feeling.

nonetheless, after a few pauses, i continued watching and found that it was exactly what i needed. a light romantic comedy. i waited for new episodes every saturday and sunday night. i couldn't get it out of my head. i smiled and cried like mad when hye-jin and du-sik got together, especially the part where they brushed their teeth together (it's a thing ingrained in me by my past relationship, but that is another story), and when du-sik gave hye-jin the jewelry box he made himself (where the fuck can i find myself a du-sik, bruh).

watching the series was a whole other level of healing and therapy experience i never thought i needed.

and then i reached the end. the couple everyone was rooting for, about to get married. i guess all good things come to an end to make way for new good things.

while they were taking their own prenup photos in front of du-sik's grandpa's boat, both hye-jin and du-sik's phone rang. there it was, that sound again. but guess what?

not a single fuck was given.

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posting my 25th birthday shoot here bec i'm too shy to post it on my other soc med accts hahaha

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I used to be a devout and religious Catholic. But the thought that the people from my religion are the same privileged people who look down on the deprived, judge their neighbors, and blindly follow and idolize a self-centered murderer irks me too much. Can you blame me? I do not want to be associated with the kind of garbage who kneels within the church walls and drowns in the scriptures, but gives no importance to the sanctity of human life and lawfulness of human rights.

But I still want to believe in a powerful being somewhere, because I want to believe that somewhere out there, good exists. I want to believe that this shitty government is not the end I will get to see when I die. I want to believe that the people who died in extrajudicial killings and collateral damages got to a place where the kind of justice I dream of exists. I want to believe that their journey does not end where the men who put bullets to their heads end up roaming free and being applauded by a narcissistic asshole and his rose-colored enablers. Because I don't want that kind of god.

And if a good place like heaven indeed exists, I truly hope and pray that they're all there, content and happy and free.

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my phone vibrates twice and it’s not you

people drink when they want to forget things

i don’t want to forget you

i just want to feel things other than feeling sad

i just want to think things other than feeling bad

they are cooking 2 kg of french fries

i’m not hungry

my tears are falling down invisibly

you’re the only person i want to talk to

and you’re not talking to me

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