To My Fellow Davaoeños: We Know the Truth. We Can't Be Bothered.

Monday, November 30, 2015 53 Comments A+ a-


First of all, I have to say I am not a political beast, and there is no way I intend this to be a political post. But sure, I have my moments.

With all these political hullabaloos, especially involving our dear Mayor Duterte, it's no surprise Davao City has also been dragged into heated and intriguing arguments. Kesyo hindi naman daw Davao ang safest city in the world. Kesyo nabubuhay sa takot sa otoridad ang mga tao dito. Kesyo kill joy si Digong pero sumusunod pa rin tayo. Kesyo para tayong creeps na sunod-sunoran at nagpapauto sa batas na nagtatanggal sa ating karapatang makapaglibang (oo na, madaming bawal dito). Kesyo ganito, ganyan, at marami pang iba.

I am sick of hearing and reading negative and wrong comments made about my hometown, Davao City. I am tired of telling people to come to Davao so we can prove them wrong. With the power of social media combined with all this political drama where everybody is "smart" and has an opinion to everything, it is inevitable that we'd be thrown sticks, stones, shit and all.

But I'm not here to come to anyone's defense or write a counterargument. There must be hundreds written about that already. And if I did, however well-thought and brilliantly it was written, none of that will really matter because those Anti-Duterte/Anti-Davao won't be bothered by that crap and will refuse to believe in that anyway. So why waste precious time refuting an argument and attack naysayers by any virtual means when it's pointless to argue with someone who only listens to what he wants to hear?

This serves as a friendly reminder from one Davaoeño to another. Let's take pride in the awesomeness that is our city without running amok, bombing ad hominem and lambasting anyone who speaks ill of Davao or our Mayor. We do not need to retaliate. Arguments that escalate to name-calling and insults to one's mental capacity do not help. We know better than that. We don't stoop down. We hold our heads up and show them our strengths and the virtues we uphold that stem from the roots of our city. Remember, we are disciplined, honest, friendly, well-mannered, and law-abiding citizens. We are Davaoeños. We lead by example.

And since this is a free country where the government seems to be coming apart at the seams and the justice system fails the society, we can't stop anyone from inflicting petty crimes of cyber attacking us. So let them haters bombard us with harsh and destructive criticisms. Let them tell us we are wrong. Let them tell us otherwise. Let them believe we're suffering from delusions of grandeur. Let them call us names.

None of that matters anyway.

Because deep within ourselves, we know who we are. And we are the goddamn lucky people to be living under the Davao sky. We are the ones reaping the benefits of a good governance. We are the ones enjoying the fruits of our taxes. We are the ones who feel safe. We are the ones who know what it's like to live in Davao City - the land of promise, a place where there is unity in diversity, where progress and peace can coexist.

Of Twerks and Thank Yous

Monday, November 23, 2015 36 Comments A+ a-

I should have written this post the moment I knew this blog won a major award in Bloggys 2015. A few bloggers have published a word of thanks on the same date after bagging their awards and I could have done it too knowing I wasn't actually doing anything the night they announced the winners. But from the moment Jan broke the news to me, I fell short for words. I had to wait a day or two for the elating feeling to subside because my vocabulary became limited to "oh", "my", and "gosh", and only in that particular order.

Honestly, I do not know what to say anymore. I believe I have already said everything before - from the moment I got nominated to the time I made it to the voting stage and when I finally became one of the finalists. I never thought I'd have to write another post for this. I don't want to make it sound like I'm giving a speech in The Oscars (albeit the feeling might be pretty much the same thing), so I'll keep this short and simple. This may sound like a broken record, but I'm going to say it again anyway...THANK YOU SO MUCH!

I guess, no matter how many Thank Yous I write, it will never be enough to express how grateful I am to every single one of you reading my blog, my family and friends who never get tired of clicking the links I shamelessly feed on Facebook, and to Jan who always believes in me. You fuel my desire to write, be better, and make a difference. I know more blogs deserve your time than mine, that's why I am truly honored. Again, thank you!

Life Is So Full of Tae won Best Personal/Diary Blog in #Bloggys2015 Philippine Blogging Awards. So as promised, this is yours truly twerking it (even) better than Miley:

Finally found a way to post a "video" of me twerking without giving you nightmares. I hope you guys didn't think I won just because I said I'd do a twerking vid if I win, did you? Haha.

Humanity Is Not Only for a Select Few

Sunday, November 15, 2015 33 Comments A+ a-


THERE'S A WHOLE LOT OF SCARY STUFF GOING ON IN THE WORLD TODAY. Yesterday, I woke up to a tragic news. Yes, we are outraged with what happened in Paris. While the hashtag #PrayForParis that has been all over the internet punches you right in the gut, stabs you in the heart and etches terror in it, it is comforting to know how much the world cares about this terrible tragedy that happened.

But truth be told, sadly, we have been selective of humanity. While almost everybody supports France by turning their profile pictures on Facebook filtered with the French flag on it, the cries of the people getting trapped and killed in the rubble of their very own homes in Palestine fall on deaf ears. Tragedies like this do not only happen in Paris. Violent deaths happen every day. People die in the most brutal way every day. More than the broken bodies and broken homes, people live with fear, broken dreams and broken lives - even far worse than death - every day. Why do we turn a blind eye on the less developed countries?
via Facebook
The blood that spew across the streets of Somalia, Afghanistan, Libya and Egypt, is the same blood that scattered across the streets of Paris - from humans. Yet, people stand silent, no hashtags, no flags, and some people are even oblivious about it. Shouldn't we also be outraged and storm the heaven with prayers for the things happening on a daily basis in Israel, Syria, Lebanon, Africa or any part of the world that has been dwelling in the dark? (Not to mention, the Lumad killings right inside our own backyard.)

I condemn the attack in Paris. And it felt disturbing reading about the news yesterday. But I felt even more disturbed seeing the French flag all over Facebook today. Because the way I see it, it only shows how selective we are of the sympathy we give to people. Not that I'm asking you to stop doing or praying for it. By all means, please do. It's just that I feel disappointed, bitter, perhaps hurt, and definitely ethnically inferior knowing that I also live in a third world country. Maybe we can pray for the world and for humanity instead, and not just for Paris.

Thank You!

Tuesday, November 10, 2015 29 Comments A+ a-


First of all, I really don't know what to say.

I am still waiting for my brain to fully process my thoughts and turn them into words. Because right now, my mind's clouded with emotions that the words just might not come out right [insert inaudible words, shriek, and mild and stifled sobs here]. And I also suspect ninjas have been cutting onions in front of me again.

But it's not what you think it is. No drama, I promise. Earlier today, I was in for a huge surprise because.... drumroll please...

Adulting Sucks

Wednesday, November 4, 2015 43 Comments A+ a-


Yes it does. And nobody told me about it.

Nobody handed out manuals for Surviving Adulthood back in school. And the How to Become an Adult kit didn't come with foolproof instructions either. So I had to figure that out myself. When I turned 30, I paused and re-evaluated my life. Ten years into adulthood and what exactly have I done? Shouldn't I be grown up by now? I grit my teeth.

Back then, I was really excited to become an adult and have my freedom. I wanted the days to move forward to the time when I no longer have to seek parental consent each time I wanted to do something or go somewhere. And then one day, I just woke up being officially an adult only to realize that the only good thing that comes along with adulthood is that you don't have to lie anymore about your age being over 18 so you can have a booze. Other than that, adulthood wasn't exactly what I was expecting. You'd be more deprived of freedom even - a slave of your job or your lifestyle. And it also comes with this one-size-fits-all notion of how you should live your life: how you should act, who you should be, and what you should have. Ten years into adulthood and my life doesn't measure up. Not even up to par of what's acceptable to the eyes of the society.

And the Best Guy to Love is...

Monday, November 2, 2015 27 Comments A+ a-

"...the boring guy is the best guy to love", said the article I've read a few minutes ago.

I beg to disagree (and all the articles that tell us what kind of person is the best one to love).

Because the best guy to love can either be boring or exciting. Shy or outgoing. Funny or serious. Good guy or bad-ass. Nerd or rock star. And the list goes on.

The best guy to love is the one you choose to love that isn't based on feelings of attraction to a certain trait alone. Not that I am undermining feelings here, because I'd say it is an initial phase that everybody goes through. But love is sustained by something more than that. A decision. Remember, you are living for the whole life, not just a fleeting moment. All those traits will be gone. People will change. Not even that elating feeling of "falling in love" will remain. Things will turn dull over time and eventually vanish. But you can decide to continue to love regardless of your feelings or whatever change - which is the only constant thing in this world - will happen.

The best guy to love is the one you decided to love consciously. Because if you do, you will love him no matter the obstacles, no matter the feelings, or no matter the flaws. And so it follows that everything he does, no matter how small it is, will truly make you happy.

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So to the man who makes me happy, cheers to eternity! This is for the man I love. The one I decided to love not just because everybody around him pales in comparison. The one who loves me even in my fugliest. The one who is keeping me sane (it has been crazy the past few months). The one I desire. The one I want to take care of. The one I would want to spend the rest of my life with.  Ito ay para sa isang taong napakasarap mahalin. This is for you, Jan Carlo.  *blush*

If you can't stand the cheesiness, just don't mind the post. I just actually want to show off my mad animation killa skillz.