A trip through the northern Philippine province of Zambales with my closest friends – a 3-day trip which feels like a week! No electricity, internet, or mobile signal. This is the perfect getaway from urban life, from the stress of work, and toxic people! Set-up your tent, bask under the sun, conquer the mountains nearby, swim with the colorful fishes, start a fire, lie under the stars and talk about everything. The experience is overwhelming!
I get cringy and so annoyed when muslim people misuse common Arabic words! Say, they use MashaAllah instead of Astagfirullah when one has seen something unforgivable. MashaAllah is used to appreciate, or when something good has happened. You use Astagfirullah when you want to ask forgiveness, or freedom from something bad. This one instance sa FB, may nagPost ng isang scandalous photo of two teenagers cuddling – one FB user said, “Grabe mga batang to, dapat pinapagalitan Mashaallah”. So you mean, you appreciate what they are doing? 😑 Ughh See, you defeat the context of your whole sentence with just one word. NapakaContradictory eh. This happens alot with other words such as the use of In shaa Allah, Allahuakbar, Ya Allah, etc. Whenever confronted with one, kinakausap ko and I correct them. But most of the time, sa social media ko nakikita and they are strangers – so reaching out, esp mga Maranaos, doesn’t work at all cause they get agitated kasi nga touched ang “Maratabat” nila, and they freakin start to smart-shame you. Like seriously dude? Know your vocabulary rin minsan. ✌🏻
This is an opinion, and a common observation from people. Please enlighten me if mali pagkakaintinde ko.
We are one; a fire inextinguishable, roaring and twisting in flames. We light up the dark night as we danced in the crackling coal. We share the same warmth, and burn whatever’s in our path. We are an inseparable fiery entity, destructive yet shimmering wih zeal. A fire; you and me.
The glass fell from the wooden table and shattered in thousand pieces over the black marbled-floor. It’s as if I was staring at the stars, but instead of gazing up I was looking down. The stars on my feet, only a meter away from my hands. I know if I reached out, I’d injure myself.
Beautiful things come at a great cost – sometimes it can hurt and sometimes it is better left untouched.
Mid-air. I am falling, non-stop. Gravity pulling me back to the ground. I hear your voice, familiar and comforting “Take my hand, take it. Do not hesitate.”
I then smell flowers, strong and wistful. Now Im walking towards a river, blue and foamy. I see you sitting by the rock with your feet submerged, you were waving and inviting me to come and take a plunge. I knew it was freezing because you were shivering but you try to hide it. I can see through you though. I will always see.
I wake up. I realize I’m still alone in bed, sweating. I hear my heartbeat – loud and thumping between my ribs. I can hear your name in every beat; my heart screams for you, pulsating through my veins. My heart was is restless.