#jakepullsthetrigger

[thesummerph]

Get ready for the summer you'll definitely not forget! More details will be posted soon. Follow our official hashtag for this year, #tsamu2017 and help us spread the word!

[boseslalake]

TSAMU 2016!

The Summer Amazing Meet Up on its fifth year! Handa ka na ba? Malapit na!

[theprocast]

Photographs

Take photos of her. O god, take photos of her wherever she goes - when she awkwardly eats her favorite pasta, or the way she screams while watching those horror films, the way she rolls while dying from so much laughter out of your jokes, or when she knocks late at midnight as she asks for home in your arms, or that night when she left your apartment after a great disaster in the relationship and all you were able to grasp was her fleeting away inside a yellow dingy taxi cab, or those ecstasy moments when she kisses you wildly with everyone staring light Christmas lights misplaced on every wall and ceiling, or after those shower sex and she just lie naked on your bed stripping you down further with those stares, those eyes you will never forget as she smile when she stares at you, or those cigarette seasons on bus stops when both of you were on your ride somewhere North in Luzon, and the playlist she made you listen while on the ride, and the way she got drunk after taking two shots of whiskey and another shot of tequila when she saw you talking to a waitress even though you were only just asking for directions, or the way she screamed that morning without any particular reasons and the only way to pacify her was with your arms, and those lonely nights when she left the doors locked for good, and the broken windows and the missing shadow every night as you wait for her in your dream because you know, that she is taking photographs again now with someone, and that someone will never be you anymore.

[peculiarrian]

STAY (cover) - revived by X-Factor Philippines' Takeoff. I made a cover of this because I can relate, and the words exactly describe what I'm feeling this whole time. Sound quality is good because I recorded it using a mixer and a good mic in church, but that doesn't mean that it produces good output concerning my vocals. HAHA So I hope you guys like it. :)           I want you to stay, never go away from me. Stay forever. But now, now that you're gone, all I can do is pray for you. To be here beside me again. 

"Why did you have to leave me?When you said that love will conquer all? Why did you have to leave me?When you said that dreaming, was as good as reality?"

     And now, I must move on. Try to forget all the memories of you near me. But I can't let go of your love that has taught me, to hold on.     I want you to stay, never go away from me. Stay forever. I want to stay, but I have to go my way.

[rig0]

witwew

[thesummerph]

The third house of TSAMU2016 is your legacy brand known for its Filipino heritage, delicious menu and desserts that will surely indulge you with your cravings. Curious about it? Then you better come on TSAMU2016, May 28, 11:00 A.M., at Ruby Hall, Max’s Scout Tuazon, Tomas Morato, Quezon City!

[theprocast]

7.15.2016

Love,

I still love you. Do you know that?

But I guess everyone doesn’t deserve a good ending and it happened that we’re on the far end of salvation. I mean, we have been through hella disasters, both thick and thin, and I have thought that we would both survive our own war, the disasters we made. But we didn’t. We found ourselves lying bloody and naked on the floor incapable of breathing. I was not even capable of saving myself so how would we expect to save what was left of us? But despite the storms, we had good times, right? I mean, there has to be.

Did we? Didn’t we?

It deserves a special place in our books. We were once a part of each others’ stories. We were the damsel and the prince. No. We were two broken people who found refuge in each others’ arms until we have learned to call each other home. We have special chapters for each other. It just ended. And ghosts do really come back when we are alone in the dead of the night. Your voice still echos in the room where we once sinned. God knows. I still wake up in the morning hoping that you would come knocking back. Oh God, I hope you do come knocking back. But no you didn’t. You won’t. You will never knock even if I keep the doors unlocked.

Good composition teachers taught us that there has to be a period on every great stories, right? For it to not become complicated and complex. Stories like ours, right? Answer me.

Because I still love you.

Sincerely, Me

-Drunk Thoughts Last Night; Zakk Habitan

[boseslalake]

Para sa lahat ng may extended Valentine’s Day - couple man o hindi.

[theprocast]

Tell me about the night when you dreamt of having your fingers smaller you felt your rib cage contracting and your body trembling from space you saw memories flashing like pages rapidly being ripped off from books it was the whole world crashing from your window pane you were lying on your bed you were young again

You were young again back then, when you created kingdoms with your pillows and blankets and being alone doesn’t have to be that cold you have an imagination that creates the sun with the palm to conquer all the stars your heart beats planets and we all know that you were made of the universe back then, you were expanding, you didn’t see boundaries and you were not afraid of the uncertain, with putting yourself in the middle of the system with the fear of blazing everything else, you were burning, you were beautiful.

Beauty – you frequently used to say that word before beauty, in the stretchmarks of your mom, or the beer belly of your dad in the wrinkled skin of dear granny, or how grandpa take you out on morning walks the way you mispronounce words and stutter when you speak they told you your tongue was too short, but you care less, because you knew that back then, you were only saying the truth maybe, you haven’t read yet so many magazines or watched so many commercials to make yourself feel any less, you didn’t have to cut parts of yourself or to lose every details of who you are just to make yourself fit in a six letter, two syllable word, beauty.

Back then, when you used to play hide and seek but you never really hide, you kept your eyes wide opened you were laughing, you were happy you had more time to listen more and speak less to understand better and judge less to ask well and conclude less no cellphones and earphones yet to disconnect you from how it felt like to be alive no nametags and labels yet you didn’t care about what people chooses to wear or the color of their skin, or the people they choose to love when girls can kiss girls, and boys, can hug boys because back then, you knew that emotions should not be kept caged in your flesh and time was fleeting, you knew how it felt to love and be loved, you knew how to be human, it was not all about the flesh it was not all about the names you find playmates without actually remembering their names actually, you remember the way they laugh, you remember how they held your hand you remember where they live maybe that’s why you didn’t feel lost because you didn’t have to ask strangers for directions because you know they do not understand your land.

Back then, when you used to play on playgrounds guns and bombs were mere sound effects and no bullets to cut across your flesh you sit on swings and ask people to push up it was not gravity that is pulling you down you said higher, higher, you were flying and reaching your dreams above the clouds you were not afraid of bruises or open wounds because they were reminders of how you tried, of how you were not afraid of how you were once here

And your mother taught you to love more than hate less maybe that’s why you sit on back rows together with the kids who were always picked last

because they have salt in their tears and tears make everything else float without the force, without the expectations you color coloring books the way you want it to be colored you put blacks on apples and yellows on oranges because you see beauty in what they call different you were picky with the things they shrug in your throat because you knew that everything stops in a black hole, and in a black hole, that’s the perfect place to love.

You learned to love every melody and sing in every songs because you knew that they were stories, nothing anything less, music was not about the quality of the voice but about how everyone can live in harmony.

And love, is a warm hearty soup from mom when you are sick and it’s raining hard outside But you didn’t really care about the storm because you knew that what’s important is how it felt inside of how it felt like home; to keep warm

So you learned to stare a little longer on every mirror and realize that who you are is not an indication of who you can be you didn’t have to learn about the tightropes or the fire exits because you were creating bridges after bridges by extending one hand, and always reaching out to others you shine bright that you create fires on forests you created smoke and sound to remind yourself that you exist

Back then, when you still know that you were not a sad song played in broken strings not poetry dictated by rhymes and formalist formulas you were unbound, you read books and catalogues for the nameless reminding yourself that someday, I can be someone.

You started collecting sticks and stones from the shrines of what ifs because they won’t break your bones that the sun never stops from being beautiful even if only a few realizes its worth that the moon never cease to stop even it was called any less than the sun that the stars never give up despite the distance of the journey and the darkest of the night because you mean it, you burn so hard that every words turn into ashes, that every give up and you cannot become boulders creating stepping stones to reach higher mountains for you to open your palm and reach for the light you were happy.

You didn’t know how to write so you don’t put records of the nightmares instead, you continue pushing boundaries, owning the galaxies, traversing the universe making every planet as your playground and you didn’t make pricey spaceships because everyone is welcome in your world. And you only count the things you can hold with your hands, so maybe that’s why it was easier to let go You put your stories in every constellations because you know that somehow, you are worth it despite the tidal waves of time aand even if the world doesn’t give a shit about it now

You are young again you create kingdoms with your pillows and blankets and being alone doesn’t have to be that cold you have an imagination that creates the sun with the palm to conquer all the stars your heart beats planets and we all know that you are made of the universe back then, you are expanding, you don’t see boundaries and you are not afraid of the uncertain, with putting yourself in the middle of the system with the fear of blazing everything else, you are burning, you are beautiful.

-Beauty; Zakk Habitan

[bloggers-secretfiles]

Confession #847: Hanggang ngayon gustong-gusto ko pa rin si Jake (jakepullsthetrigger). Bahala na kayong mag-isip kung sino ako.

[pot-esguerra]

My Top 10 Worthy Bloggers of All Time (part 1)

10. Carlo (kinakharlokohan)

Isa na siguro sa pinaka cute na blogger na nakilala ko sa Tumblr, may magandang ngiti lalo na kapag nagpapakyut sa gif nya pero bukod doon isa sa pinaka hinangaan ko kay Carlo ay ang galing nya sa pagpapalawak ng isang magandang konsepto. Makatarungan nyang pagpapaliwanag sa mga bagay na umiikot sa paligid natin. Normal na binata na may angking galing sa pagsusulat na na sadyang hahanga ng kababaihan. Mabait din na kaibigan si Carlo kahit na hindi naman kami ganun magkakilala pero nakikita ko naman sa mga tao sa paligid nya (I mean sa Tumblr) na mas kilala sya. Bukod pa sa mga bagay na hinahangaan ko kay Carlo, isa sya sa mga tao sa Tumblr na naka-save ang gif sa PC ko, hindi ko naman pinagnanasahan o ginagamit sa pagsagot ng TA sakin, sadyang nakakatuwa lang tignan ng paulit ulit.

9. Arthur (chunkybuyoy) 

Si Arthur kadalasan ang inaabangan ko sa madaling araw, feeling ko kasi mas maigi syang nakakapaglabas ng mga saloobin nya sa ganun oras, yung tiyempong walang masyadong online. Nakakatuwang isipin na ang tipong chickboy na astigin na tulad nya ay mahusay sa larangan ng pagsusulat. Madalas akong namamangha sa aking galing nya sa paggawa ng isang istorya mula sa isang konsepto at bigla nyang napapalawak. Yung tipong bigay mo lang  sa kanya yung pangalan o url mo eh makakagawa na sya ng kwento na konektado sa binigay mo. Feeling ko masarap syang kakwentuhan bukod sa sarap ng katawan nya (joke)

8. Jake (jakepullsthetrigger)

Si pareng Jake, una kong nakilala o nakita nung nag kayayaan kami manood ng sine, dalawa lang kami pero walang halong malisya, nakalimutan ko na nga kung ano yung pinanood namin pero masaya yung araw na yun. Nagkwentuhan kami ng sobrang haba, parang nakwento na ata namin sa isat isa yung kalahati ng talambuhay namin. Mas naging komportable ako sa kanya ng sumunod na araw at buwan, isang kaibigan na mabait, matalino, cool, open minded at gwapo. Siguradong kahuhumalingan ng nakakarami. Bukod ba sa karakter nya, mahusay din sya sa larangan ng pagsusulat. Mga tula nya na puno ng mensahe at istorya, hindi basta bastang blogger, lahat nakukuha ang atensyon sa kanyang mga nasusulat bukod pa dun ang mga tth entry nya na tulo laway na nalalagyan pa nya din ng istorya o art. Maswerte ako ako nakilala ko ang tulad nya, saludo ako sayo Jake.

7. Ron (gutomakoparati)

Madalas ko na nadidinig ang pangalan nya noon, masasabi kong famous noong nag uumpisa pa lang ako. Noong finallow ko sya, doon ko napatunayan sa sarili ko ang mga nadidinig ko. Mahusay magsulat at gumawa ng tula, isang simpleng binata na puno ng kilig sa bawat talata na kanyang nalalatha sa kanyang blog. Malinis at kakaiba pero may laman at minsan ay patama. Noong naging kaibigan ko sya hindi maitatanggi na nagustuhan ko sya, saan ka pa ba makakahanap ng maginoong gwapo na mahusay magsulat, edi sa Olonggapo pero mas mainam pa din ang maging isang kaibigan dahil mas nagtatagal iyon. Hindi ko pa sya nakikita sa personal pero pag nangyari yun, sasaya talaga ako at mapapasayaw ng rabadabango.

6. Louie (lakandula/itsmarklouie)

Gusto ko sana sa wikang Ingles ko bubuoin ang mga mensahe ko para kay Lil Bro Louie pero nakakahiya naman kasi sa blog nya na kailangan mo talaga ng tissue at siguradong maluluha ang ilong ng dugo. Isa din sa mahusay na manunulat na gusto kong palakpakan kasama ang dalawa kong paa. Napagaling lang talaga nya at bukod pa doon eh yung talino nya, tipong ang sarap maging asawa ng katulad nya. Una ko syang nakita sa Luneta MU ni Sy pero di pa kami magkakilala noon at di rin nakapag usap. Mas naging close lang kami dahil na din kay Vin. Mabait na kwela din syang kaibigan, masipag minsan mag gm at makipag kwentuhan. Isang cool and witty na tropa na hindi mo maitatangging dahilan kung bakit maraming kaibigan at humahanga sa kanya at isa na ako doon. Isa na lang talaga masasabi ko sa kanya, Idol.

[boseslalake]

On behalf of TSAMU team, maraming maraming maraming salamat sa pagpunta! Sobrang saya ko ngayon kahit na nakakapagod, worth it lahat! Sana nag enjoy kayo at pasensya na nabilad namin kayo sa araw. Masaya naman diba?!

Sa mga facilitators na ginawa ang lahat para mapasaya kayo. Na kahit minsan napapagalitan ko (alam naman nila kung bakit. Hihi.), maraming salamat. Sobrang salamat. Sana maging magkakaibigan parin tayo. Alam kong hindi ito ang huli. Power! Pati na rin sa co-organizers ko, Jake and Mike, worth it lahat ng pagod at puyat. Mahal ko kayo.

Maraming salamat din syempre sa Luneta sa pagsuporta sa TSAMU. 3 taon na simula nung unang payagan nila kami na doon gawin ang meetup, sana wag silang magsawa! At syempre, sa Carat at Oreo dahil hindi sila nag hesitate na magtiwala sa amin na suportahan ang meetup. Sana may kasunod pa!

Sobrang emosyonal na ng post na ito. Pasensya na. Sobrang saya ko lang talaga dahil naging successful ang TSAMU ngayon. Alam kong napasaya namin kayo. Yes for TSAMU 2015! Play with Oreo!

[theprocast]

I. I apologize if my teeth were clenched and my gums bleed. Maybe it was too much force. Maybe it was too much breaking from people knocking, on my chest, ripping my skin apart, leaving the wounds open, trying to find home in my rib cage, but how can memories forget if the wounds have healed but the pain still remains.

II. I apologize if flowers bloom on the bottom of my spine, roots tangled on my veins, buds growing out of my mouth turning me into a forest beast, but you said, it was beautiful to find words in solstice - rare occasion, isn’t it? Then, how could you call someone beautiful if all you can do is break him apart, cut timber, shave what was once preserved. Haven’t they told you, dear, to never trust directions from strangers, yes?

III. I apologize, if I have learned to love midnight rides, sometimes, on my way home, sometimes, into a stranger’s house. There’s a thin line between home and house, one morning, we were fried rice, and hot shower, and comfortable bed, birds singing from the window pane, but time does fly, isn’t it? Maybe now, we are all spider webs, shadows, the unwashed doormat waiting for a warm body to visit the cold place we have created. Sometimes, we just forget to remember, but for us, we remember to forget. Terrible.

-Apologies on a Friday Afternoon; Zakk Habitan

[pot-esguerra]

Magandang gabi :)

Bukas po ay magtutungo kami sa Makati City Relief Operation Station para tumulong po sa pag-iimpake ng mga bigas, de-lata at iba pang bagay na ipapadala po sa mga kababayan na nasalanta ng bagyong Yolanda.

Kung may libreng oras kayo, halina't sumama upang makatulong kahit sa maliit na bagay lang. Maari nyo pong kontakin ang mga sumusunod para sa iba pang detalye:

Jake - 09178369605

Pot - 09069557118 

Tulong na. Tabang na, TAYO NA

[dhanmarked-blog]

CONGRATULATIONS SA MGA ORGANIZERS AND FACILITATORS NG TSAMU2013 :D

[whirlingasteroid]

Quillan: There is a long line of people here. And it's also crowded in here. Jake: That is what you call human trafficking. Quillan: ...