It’s not about the calming coffee aroma looming over the shop, nor about the posh ambiance, nor the mainstream albeit quite addicting caffeine shot. It’s about making up for time spent apart of two friends, catching up on how they’ve been spending the last several finally-out-of-college weeks. It’s about laughing at the simplest of things, and using all that willpower into not licking the froth off the lid (‘cause yes, we’re trying to keep things at a socially acceptable level).
It’s not about the hipster frappe photos, nor about the post-date blog post that tries to hide behind a deep, dramatic facade. It’s about the stories shared via non-virtual interaction, about the hours well-spent, and about the Saturday night bonding over a couple of ventis.
Everyone, I’m elated to tell you that Tumblr will be joining Yahoo.
Before touching on how awesome this is, let me try to allay any concerns: We’re not turning purple. Our headquarters isn’t moving. Our team isn’t changing. Our roadmap isn’t changing. And our mission – to empower creators to make their best work and get it in front of the audience they deserve – certainly isn’t changing.
So what’s new? Simply, Tumblr gets better faster. The work ahead of us remains the same – and we still have a long way to go! – but with more resources to draw from.
Yahoo is the original Internet company, and Marissa and her team share our dream to make the Internet the ultimate creative canvas. I couldn’t be more excited to have her help. We also share a vision for Tumblr’s business that doesn’t compromise the community and product we love. Plus both our logos end with punctuation!
As always, everything that Tumblr is, we owe to this unbelievable community. We won’t let you down.
Dear social life,
It’s not that my life’s totally sucking right now, but it’s somehow close to that.
I am unemployed and engaged in nothing more than baking goodies for the kids and washing the dishes and keeping the house clean. I am a homebody, almost by force, but not as quite.
And what sucks most is that I used to be fun - a fun friend. I used to be with my friends like all the time, go to places god-knows-where, laughing, drinking, eating in a non-stop manner. Hell yes, those were fun.
But, circumstances had me skipping meet-ups and get-together events. I had to stay at home. I had to painfully look at their pictures and status updates, and revel in the depressing feeling of being left out.
From being the fun friend to a lame one.
I guess, I just miss them, my friends. Scratch that. I really do miss them, so darn-fucking much.
Leaving college has taken a lot away from me - the bit of a social life I had, included.
Tonight, like the countless previous nights, I am just, just, hoping for better days, hoping that maybe next time, I won’t be missing out anymore.
The Absentee Friend
One. Get married, and then have a couple of children, then be stuck at home for the rest of my days taking care of hellish kids - it’s an inevitable series of events, really. And God knows how much I hate babysitting. I might just die early.
Two. I am doing a pretty sloppy job at being a responsible daughter, how the heck am I supposed to be a better parent, or a wife, even.
Three. I am a free bitch, baby. Bitches love freedom. Marriage don’t spell freedom.
Four. I am not used to sharing my own bed. I sleep like, all over the entire queen-size mattress. I kind of move a bit when I sleep, and having someone whine about that every morning is a hell lot of hassle.
Five. I don’t have a five, actually. But, there’s this one guy I am willing to forget one, two, three, and four for in a heartbeat.
Some people don’t have the luxury of traveling to different places, of experiencing new things, and getting the most out of summer. Some people have to stay at home, wearing themselves out from all the chores, because being unemployed left them with no other choice.
Some people don’t have the money for all those iStuff and for all things ‘new and hip’, but some people have to force themselves into contentment as they settle for the things they already have, leaving the rest to daydreams and wishes.
Some people can’t just do “progress” because they feel stuck. And stagnant. And had their backs against a wall. And no matter how much they struggle to break free, nothing happens.
Some people grow a bit more hopeless at the end of each day, summarizing their lives as something headed for nowhere.
Some people kept wishing for a do-over, for a restart button, for a clean slate.
Some people wanted something to blame, someone to point their fingers at, but some people knew, as they always know, that the only ones to be held responsible are themselves.
For the love and for the patience, for letting me win every argument, for putting up with my worst behavior, for the past several months and for the 817362153182389726136123 more to go, thank you.
P.S. Just know that I can conquer the world with one hand as long as you’re holding the other. I love you.
Save your goodbyes, save your tears
For as today ends, so shall our fears
Stop your sadness from letting you drown
My beautiful sundown
Earlier today, I saw my youngest nephew, a kid of mere three years old, climbing a table nearly his height. He stood on the tabletop’s edge, and while wearing his Spiderman mask, he spread his arms wide and jumped off the table, landing on the ground with Spidey’s signature pose.
And he kept doing the same thing over and over again.
As I was wondering why that kid, with all his kalikutan and all, never ends up with a bloody head and broken bones, the irony of it all came rushing in.
It’s funny how innocent little kids take no fear for the things grown-ups may consider risky. Funny how a little three-year-old boy showed me how to do something most grown-ups can’t - rising to new heights just to take the inevitable fall.
Several years of walking on this Earth gave us immunity to certain childhood fears: clowns, ghosts, darkness. Several years gave us courage to face petty fears, and several years also took away the bravery for things only a child can do without batting an eye.
And here I am, pondering on how I’ve always harbored this fear of falling, of failing, of crushing expectations, of putting faith on an all-in bid for a losing battle.
Must be nice to be a kid once more.
Album: The Truth About Love (Full Deluxe)
Title: Just Give Me A Reason
I let you see parts of me
That weren’t all that pretty
And with every touch, you fixed them.
Surigao del Sur in full bloom.
Everyone seems to have their lives all figured out. Everyone else but me.
Lined up interviews and job offerings, immediate employment, grad school, board reviews - they’re all too wrapped up with these post-graduation stuff, and quite frankly, I kinda wish I was, too.
As much as I love living the free-rider life under my parents’ roof without them complaining or anything, sometimes, it also gets me thinking how nice would it be if I was out there, struggling for my own sustenance and making my place in this world.
The tiniest bit of me is long for progress, for growth, but instead, just like the old times, I chose to slack off and to stay stagnant and to never step out of my comfort zone.
Everyone seems to be moving forward. Everyone else but me.
Take me high.
Take me hundred miles from the ground.
Take me where the sun shines most and somewhere unreachable by gloom.
Take me to the rainbows and to the clouds.
Take me to the sea of blue above.
Take me away. Take me high.