tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288223242024-03-14T04:44:56.552+08:00Follow The Dark Rabbit"Procrastination is my sin.
It brings me naught but sorrow.
I know that I should stop it.
In fact, I will - tomorrow!"Blakrabithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176425920542032722noreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28822324.post-74901354832393713842013-09-26T19:45:00.000+08:002013-09-26T19:48:27.997+08:00Any Given SundaySometimes, just staying in is better than braving the hustle and bustle of Sunday date night in the city.<br />
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Being both homebodies, we were in our comfort zones just relaxing at home.<br />
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That's me finishing Stephen King's Firestarter while JR is busy sketching me. Color me flattered. :)<br />
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And he also did another angle. This time, I just finished my book. I had to pose for this one. </div>
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<b>Me</b>: <i>Are going to draw me wearing this? *points to an imaginary necklace* Wearing only this?</i></div>
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<b>JR<i>: </i></b><i>Wearing that. And your clothes. *chuckles then kisses me* Now, don't move!</i></div>
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It was really cool since be both draw. Making it one of our bonding activities.</div>
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We actually competed with each other afterwards on who can draw the best mermaid. (Yes, mermaid. There's nothing gay-er than a mermaid. LOL!)</div>
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JR did the classic Disney mermaid while I did the monster mermaid. Haha! I'll upload them later. You guys be the judge. :P</div>
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Blakrabithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176425920542032722noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28822324.post-28752406461239256122013-05-24T20:07:00.001+08:002013-09-26T19:49:46.029+08:00The NeighborsLook at what the cat dragged in.. or slipped under my door.<br />
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I did not really expect to receive anything like this but when I saw this one morning, clearly slipped under my door, I felt the rush of discovering something coming from the left field.<br />
It’s in Cebuano so I’ll do the best translation I could make.<br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: #ff8000;">HI Kuya Blak,</span></strong></em><br />
<em><strong><span style="color: #ff8000;">Pwede ako humingi ng favor? Kuwan… hihihi! Pwede mo akong i-add sa FB? Matagal na sana kitang gustong i-ask tungkol dyan kaya lang nahihiya kasi ako. Then si Kim, hindi nya gusto na makipag-close ako sayo. Seloso kasi yun. Sinulat ko na lang kasi nahihiya ako sayo sa personal. Maiintindihan ko din kung hindi mo ako pwede i-add. Pasensya na rin ha kung maingay kami kasi palagi kaming nag-aaway. (I don’t know how to translate the last sentence. It’s a Cebuano expression which means, Don’t get mad/offended/annoyed, or something to that effect. Hehee) </span></strong></em><br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: #ff8000;">(insert his e-mail address here)</span></strong></em></blockquote>
It was a little flattering but I just laughed it off. You see, my neighbors are a gay couple. Kim and Rik. Not that very discreet. Kim is the mature one, lates 20s, and Rik, the one who sent me the letter, is the twinky one. They always fight with each other. One time, I heard Kim asking Rik why he was replying with a guy’s messages in FB. HAHA! So, no, I wouldn’t want to get dragged in one of their fights. None of them is worth getting dragged into marital war zones.<br />
So, why the hell would Rik send me something like that? Well, I guess they pieced the clues together every time they see me bringing guys home and then coming out all sweaty-with-sex-hair after an hour. I just can’t seem to get the perfect timing when they are not around. Believe me, I’ve tried every possible time schedules but they’re just like flies that you can’t shake off around shit. I don’t think they even go to work or school or whatever. That’s really a great obstacle whenever I have “visitors”.<br />
Also, the same day I got the letter, I noticed this above my door..<br />
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Really creeeeeepy! I got this twice. >_<Blakrabithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176425920542032722noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28822324.post-54159526391867442602013-04-28T17:28:00.001+08:002013-09-26T19:49:19.534+08:00The Loss of InnocenceBefore this turns into an Arts and Crafts blog, I’m gonna tell you a story about a guy I know.<br />
This guy was truly an optimist. He prides himself of still being able to see the light no matter how many wounds his heart suffered. His heart was broken many times but he never gave up on love. He kept loving again and again like he’s never been hurt before.<br />
Until he met J.<br />
There was nothing really special about J except being his first boyfriend in Cebu. Just like all his relationships before, he gave it his all. Love, attention, faith and trust. In return, J introduced him to his parents and best friends. But also like his past relationships, all the good things came to an end.<br />
The thing is, his love was too great that J couldn’t keep up. He said that he does not expect J to return the same amount he gives but that was really just a lie. Maybe he was too ashamed to admit it but he did expect it all back. And the thing about shame is that it blinds us from seeing our true selves.<br />
Anyways, the breakup was bad, like it always is, but it did help him see things from another side of the field. I guess he figured that he was not really loving J or any of his exes, for that matter. He was just suffocating them. That his love was not great but possessive. He falls in love quickly to the persona he builds of someone and then suffers when their true self is in contrast to the fairytale he made up.<br />
I know I did not describe it a lot in writing but the breakup with J was the hardest for him. And when we have been hurt so much, our hearts are more open to change. J was his romantic turning point. I don’t really know if he’s still an optimist or has become a pessimist when it comes to the matters of the heart but I do know that he has matured greatly and that his next relationship would be more beautiful than all the ones he had. <br />
That’s if get past his newly acquired relationship phobia. Walls have been put up and doubts on people’s motives are barbed around him.<br />
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<em><span style="color: #ff8000;">PS: J and Him happened on the last quarter of 2012. About six months when they broke up.</span></em>Blakrabithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176425920542032722noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28822324.post-5962315379453148362013-04-27T16:06:00.001+08:002013-04-27T16:06:14.159+08:00DIY: Upcycling<p>Upcycling is one of the new things that I learned this year. It’s basically an upgraded form of recycling. Upgrade. Recycling. See how it got it’s name? Anyways, upcycling is just giving unused items another chance to shine not by using them again but by turning them into something else. Kind of like reincarnation. Really cool huh? This one’s an example. Got it from the internet. Credit to the source. (I forgot the link. Sorry.)</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-KpLZHbWQNgY/UXuF99yuW-I/AAAAAAAAAdw/2Sjr4njvpqA/s1600-h/376505_299912366708656_518872680_n29.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="376505_299912366708656_518872680_n" border="0" alt="376505_299912366708656_518872680_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-C22Rm6_dK9o/UXuGCm6QMcI/AAAAAAAAAd4/zW47OTAjmqA/376505_299912366708656_518872680_n_t.jpg?imgmax=800" width="270" height="403"></a> </p> <p align="center">Turn your unused light bulbs into hanging flower vases. Got the idea?</p> <p align="left">Well, I still haven’t made anything that fancy. All I did was just made up some other uses for my unused or could-probably-be-thrown-away garbage.</p> <p align="left"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zosO9IReSKU/UXuGFoHRd3I/AAAAAAAAAeA/m4lhzCTadNg/s1600-h/0421201303615.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="04212013(036)" border="0" alt="04212013(036)" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/--OMEr7v7f6k/UXuGJaOPy7I/AAAAAAAAAeI/26tByu83b5U/04212013036_thumb13.jpg?imgmax=800" width="403" height="304"></a></p> <p align="center">Remember what I did to my table last week? This is the book’s hard cover. I felt bad for destroying it so I made sure that every part of it won’t go to waste. I made it into a cutting board of some sort. And yes, I’m using a cutter to cut my tomatoes. </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-mResZPNdlLE/UXuGM7By0OI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WaRoGO6HhYA/s1600-h/0421201302313.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="04212013(023)" border="0" alt="04212013(023)" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-px8FDLILKAY/UXuGQfnHmII/AAAAAAAAAeY/5gEwd07fpHQ/04212013023_thumb11.jpg?imgmax=800" width="259" height="344"></a> </p> <p align="center">I really hate throwing away cups like this. It’s a waste only using something that can be clearly used again once.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-jTddnRzS7wI/UXuGSPJFUoI/AAAAAAAAAeg/_ZcS8-vXR_s/s1600-h/0421201302429.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="04212013(024)" border="0" alt="04212013(024)" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-EaPvqYXhc6U/UXuGWgkQQkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qhCYIDQl-5M/04212013024_thumb27.jpg?imgmax=800" width="270" height="358"></a> </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-I0Vj1F8TLBs/UXuGawzffbI/AAAAAAAAAew/ApmO0IbmuJs/s1600-h/0421201302547.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="04212013(025)" border="0" alt="04212013(025)" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-uoXhLA6gDX0/UXuGfkT2gaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/n9PI-bJKujk/04212013025_thumb45.jpg?imgmax=800" width="265" height="352"></a> </p> <p></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-bUDQ4HRk1QI/UXuGkCdr_nI/AAAAAAAAAfA/aRMcj_xkI7w/s1600-h/0421201303215.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="04212013(032)" border="0" alt="04212013(032)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Wd5dQv7pPF4/UXuGoEq9KYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/6FJArccfELU/04212013032_thumb13.jpg?imgmax=800" width="387" height="291"></a> </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-tiKVUONNV_M/UXuGrcc7JbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/32GXxy_kZNU/s1600-h/0421201303425.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="04212013(034)" border="0" alt="04212013(034)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-6xhrpzKVYl4/UXuGutCbhbI/AAAAAAAAAfY/LawjHsDjTk8/04212013034_thumb21.jpg?imgmax=800" width="385" height="290"></a> </p> <p align="center">KFC fries bucket for my ashtray / mini trash can</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-VQhhM4JEMbk/UXuGxiaoW2I/AAAAAAAAAfg/2l2TKlq-CvA/s1600-h/0421201302812.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="04212013(028)" border="0" alt="04212013(028)" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2-sm9KF6tpI/UXuG1aGdJRI/AAAAAAAAAfo/CM66QVzvJno/04212013028_thumb10.jpg?imgmax=800" width="287" height="382"></a> </p> <p align="center">Sola bottle as my “alkansya”</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-DhVlAaYf8Pk/UXuG4dtkHeI/AAAAAAAAAfw/CwzDjqKDeYc/s1600-h/0218201200514.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="02182012(005)" border="0" alt="02182012(005)" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-5og3wC4Md4o/UXuG8AwDFJI/AAAAAAAAAf4/PY9hIM_FVDo/02182012005_thumb12.jpg?imgmax=800" width="431" height="325"></a> </p> <p align="center">I’m really a book murderer! This is my I-can-secretly-hide-stuff-here book. So far, all I ever hid here was my stash of condoms when I was still living with Pesky Roommate</p> <p align="left">See? You really don’t have to buy new things. Some of your garbage could just do the trick! Save money, save Mother Earth!</p> <p align="left">So, what things have you upcycled?</p> Blakrabithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176425920542032722noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28822324.post-8400932791381927162013-04-25T01:23:00.001+08:002013-04-25T01:26:12.330+08:00DIY Wednesday: Book Page Table<p>Having my own place now really made me care about how it looks. I never felt like this when I was still living in boarding houses. Well, maybe because I never saw them as my own.</p> <p>Anyways, my new crib comes with this table. It used to be wrapped with a cheap gift wrapper (probably an excess from the last Christmas season) which I removed. After skinning the table alive, its true self was revealed. It was horrendous. I instinctively reached for the gift wrapper to try and put it back but I’ve already torn it into bits and pieces. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-OXbyTOmKRt0/UXgU4yP-rMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/PrcIFtbS57o/s1600-h/042120134.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="04212013" border="0" alt="04212013" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-E84WQcf8Lc8/UXgU8-nVhcI/AAAAAAAAAcg/oQewzXC3p_M/04212013_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="456" height="343"></a> </p> <p> </p> <p>Having nothing nice to cover it, I remembered the Book Page craft I read on the internet. I was thinking of doing that for my wall but this table needs an urgent make-over.</p> <p><strong>MATERIALS:</strong></p> <p>-<strong>Book/s </strong>(One that you probably don’t care about. I got mine from BookSale for P15.00)</p> <p>-<strong>Scotch Tape</strong> or Glue or any adhesives</p> <p>-<strong>Plastic Cover</strong></p> <p>-<strong>Scissors</strong></p> <p>-<strong>Push Pins</strong> or Thumb Tacks</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-GoDe8oo1RIQ/UXgU_-vTCRI/AAAAAAAAAco/2EqJHSCdYas/s1600-h/042120130034.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="04212013(003)" border="0" alt="04212013(003)" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WN_EcL8pr5g/UXgVCDO3DfI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Pe43wOXu9XU/04212013003_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="410" height="308"></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-e0Th-pgUg9Q/UXgVDUgNVcI/AAAAAAAAAc4/fLHDLBtava0/s1600-h/021820120013.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="02182012(001)" border="0" alt="02182012(001)" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-_fawvuKyY50/UXgVEk5TVII/AAAAAAAAAdA/iTu4UjtumH0/02182012001_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="423" height="318"></a> </p> <p>What you’ll need to do? Just cover the table with the pages of the book. You’ll be tearing a book page by page that’s why I told you to use one that does not interest you. But, I guess, if you are a book lover, destroying a any book would always be like murder.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-3HlCZ79RSxc/UXgVF2x87pI/AAAAAAAAAdI/TM4fLaF7y2o/s1600-h/042120130043.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="04212013(004)" border="0" alt="04212013(004)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ge8x5_DFzQE/UXgVHIqEhOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/LuUsU_ouWP8/04212013004_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="411" height="309"></a> </p> <p>I made mine by overlapping the pages and doing both horizontal and vertical orientations. I suggest to let the pages on the edges to go a little over the so the sides will also be covered.<a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qXH_xXRtrWs/UXgVICR4kFI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ASDE3qp1MwI/s1600-h/042120130103.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="04212013(010)" border="0" alt="04212013(010)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-XF3kJhXrEIg/UXgVJfgHp5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/_2R1xbC9WHI/04212013010_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="435" height="327"></a> </p> <p>Then use the plastic cover. I used push pins to keep the edge of the paper and plastic cover underneath in place but you can use any adhesive you want.</p> <p>Now, does it not look a thousand times better?</p> <p>I can’t wait to do this on my wall!</p> Blakrabithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176425920542032722noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28822324.post-6755971977887202292013-04-23T10:29:00.001+08:002013-04-23T21:37:20.890+08:00Uptown Guy<p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-d_cqtlkimwA/UXXx0L5CtlI/AAAAAAAAAcA/HJo0COpKVxY/s1600-h/vlcsnap2013042308h26m48s1413.png"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="vlcsnap-2013-04-23-08h26m48s141" border="0" alt="vlcsnap-2013-04-23-08h26m48s141" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-O_itUEwd-XE/UXXx9HAzooI/AAAAAAAAAcI/v6XQJbDugSY/vlcsnap2013042308h26m48s141_thumb1.png?imgmax=800" width="450" height="253"></a><em>Photo from “No Regret” </em></p> <p>After the events of <a href="http://blakrabit.blogspot.com/2012/09/sabado-de-chorva.html">Sabado de Chorva</a>, Pesky Roommate and I have been doing the silent war. I’m not talking with him because I’m afraid that questions about that incident would soon ensue and, after all the months that have passed, I still don’t know what to tell him. When I first met Pesky Roommate, telling him who I really am seemed so easy, and quite frankly, was planning to. But as I get to know him, I’m glad I didn’t. I didn’t nickname him Pesky Roommate for nothing. So, severing my ties with him was really a relief. Well, most of my ties. Sadly, we are officemates.</p> <p>As much as it was a relief not minding him, it was really stressful living with someone whose presence you do not acknowledge. Yeah, I regret ever having agreed to rent the same room. But I did learn something. Living with someone other than your family should be carefully thought of. Even if you are close friends because you tend to see them in another light. Specifically bad light. This specially applies to boyfriends. So, I guess, no living together with my future special someone.</p> <p>But it took me months to actually move out. I think I was afraid of the unknown. I realized that even though I am living independently from my parents, I was not living independently from others. I was always with roommates or just next door with someone I know. Living alone seemed scary. So I let my self get stressed out sharing a room with Pesky Roommate because it was familiar. This is exactly how all toxic relationships work. They stay because, even if they get hurt everyday, it’s something they know. Because leaving would mean that they have to sail the stormy seas of the unknown.</p> <p>Anyways, like I said, it took me months to finally move-out and boy, it feels so f****ng great to have finally done it! I love my new crib. Same rent, same terms, it has a garden (I could finally put my itching green thumbs to the test), safe and peaceful neighborhood and more importantly, the place is all my own. I can now do the overnight face mask! 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Now, I don’t usually give in to these kind of “bribes” but since the contractor’s representative is dashingly handsome, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. It’s just too bad he has his colleague in tow. Besides, I’ve been wanting forever to sample, as they say, one of Cebu’s best burgers.</p> <p>Anyways, the burger is good but not good enough for its steep price. P200.00 for their Double Burger. For those fond of the sweet Pinoy burgers, this is not for you. It’s pepper-spicy. Though, it could fill you up like a major meal but I wouldn’t be back there on my own will for a long time.</p> <p>So back to the handsome contractor, he has been unusually generous that day. Offering to also giving me a ride and some smoke and some small talk. That was a good breather from our contractor-sub-contractor relationship which usually just circles around all things (and problems) regarding the completion of the project. Or maybe it was just a bribe so I’ll speed up my recommendation for their billing?</p> <p>Oh well, he’s straight and has a girlfriend. I just wanted to relish that good deed that lead us to be locked alone in the comfort room of a restaurant. Details? This one’s for your wild imaginations.</p> Blakrabithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176425920542032722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28822324.post-6973704246761171642013-02-23T23:31:00.001+08:002013-02-23T23:31:45.946+08:00Ghost<br />
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It's okay to be a ghost. It has its pleasures. You're light, you float, you slip in and out unseen, there's no love to lose or burden to bear. You have so little to hold you down. You are free.<br />
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But something has changed. Now, the ghost is scared. He cannot float. He's heavy. He's flesh and blood. He must open doors. He can't slip away unseen. The ghost is sad. All those years invisible haunt him now. Why didn't he try? Or care? Or be? The ghost is happy, he is found. He is held and he is seen. The ghost is seen.<br />
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But just like what he is, he cannot mingle with the living. The ghost is just a shadow of someone who was once warm, full of life, happiness, of hope and future. The ghost is sad but the life he lived before is what made him who he is now, dead. He cannot try. He cannot care or be. He cannot be seen.Blakrabithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176425920542032722noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28822324.post-38209882038133571382012-10-07T10:28:00.000+08:002012-10-07T10:29:07.788+08:00Sabado de Chorva (Ang Pagtatapos)<b><i><a href="http://blakrabit.blogspot.com/2012/09/sabado-de-chorva.html">ANG NAKARAAN...</a></i></b><br />
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Nevermind na ang stats dahil hindi ko naman sya bet! Anyways, balik na tayo sa kwento.<br />
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OMG! May roommate nga pala ako!<br />
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Ang roommate ko na ilang beses nang gustong tumabi sa akin sa bed ko kahit pang-isahan lang at tinutulak ko na sya sa edge. Ang roommate na nakasimangot kaagad kapag may nadadatnan sya na mga friends ko na nakiki-chill sa room (okay, so most of them ay mga booking). Ang roommate na ang buong bayan alam na at sya na lang ang hindi nakakaalam na bading pala siya. Ang roommate na ayaw akong pagyosihin sa room kahit wala naman siya at ang pinaka malala ay ang roommate na dadating habang sarap na sarap na ako at naglalagay na ng lube sa mga bahagi ng katawan na dapat lagyan!<br />
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POOOF! Goodbye fucking a hot twink!<br />
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Pero wala akong magagawa. Kahihiyan ko ang nakasalalay. At nasabi ko na bang officemate din kami ni roommate? Goodluck na lang kung kumalat to sa work!<br />
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So as the knob was turning, biglang nagkaroon ng sariling buhay ang left arm ko at itinulak pabalik ang pabukas na na pinto. Maswerte pa rin at lumipat kami sa sahig ni Booking at malapit sa pinto dahil kung nag stay kami sa kama ko, isang malaking BUKINGAN ang magaganap!<br />
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Eto naman si Booking eh parang nag slowmo ang braincells at natagalan bago magregister kung ano ba talaga ang nangyayari. Akala siguro nagwa-wild lang ako at sinasandal ang mga kamay sa pintuan! HAHA!<br />
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Syempre ang super tense dahil hubo't hubad kami, covered in sweat and lube (for some parts) with matching sex hair. Si booking daig pa si flash sa pagbibihis habang ako, one hand on the door, one hand nagbibihis. Sa ganitong mga pagkakataon talaga lumalabas ang mga talento ng tao. Haha!<br />
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<b>ROOMMATE:</b> [Insert my name]!! Ano ba?! Buksan mo!!<br />
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<b>AKO: </b>Teka lang, Pesky Roommate!! Wag mo muna buksan!!<br />
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Syempre dahil sinabi kong wag buksan, binuksan ng gaga.<br />
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<b>AKO:</b> Pucha! Sabi ko teka lang!<br />
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At ako pa ang nagalit! haha!<br />
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Ganyan ang drama for 10 minutes.<br />
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Nag-iisip ako ng alibi for 10 minutes.<br />
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Pero wala eh so... binuksan ko na lang ako pinto.<br />
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BAHALA NA!<br />
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Um-enter si roommate. Nakita si Booking. Napakagat sa labi at napalunok ng imaginary tamod.<br />
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Si Booking naman, kumaripas ng takbo palabas. Na-trauma yata. Ginto na, naging bato pa. Haaay.<br />
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Nang lumabas na si Booking, tiningnan ako ni roommate ng maigi with his nakasimangot and betrayed face.<br />
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<b>ROOMMATE:</b> Ano yun [insert my name]?! Sabihin mo kung sino sya? Pano mo nagawa yun? Sa pamamahay pa mismo natin?? HAAAAW KUDYU?!?!<br />
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Aba aba! Umaastang jowa.<br />
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<b>AKO: </b>Che!! *roll eyes*
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Pagkatapos ng ilang minutong pag-liliwaliw sa PeRsia..</div>
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<b>Age:</b> 20.</div>
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<b>Body Build:</b> Average with baby fats here and there. Just the way I like it!</div>
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<b>Height:</b> Below my waist. Hihi.</div>
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<b>Looks:</b> Well, hindi naman talaga ako particular sa looks basta chinito, chubby and higit sa lahat, discreet! Sadly hindi sya chinito. Mestiso lang. Pero sabihin na nating on a scale of 1 to 10 and ten being<i> [Insert cute twink artista here. Sorry. Isang dekada na akong hindi nakakapanood ng TV. wala na akong kilalang batang artista.]</i> he is a 7.5.</div>
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Pagkatapos ng 20 minutes na foreplay sa bed, lumipat kami sa sahig kasi medyo nag-iingay na ang kama ko. Another set of the usual 69 and nip licking at pagkatapos nyang i-contradict ang sarili nya bilang hindi humahalik, chumuchupa at pagiging top, it's time to put my stick into the rabbit hole.</div>
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<i><b>"You picked the wrong guy!"</b> I angrily shouted.</i><br />
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<i>Before getting his keys out, he turned around, surprised to hear my voice. <b> "Please, Mak."</b></i><br />
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<i><b>"You picked the wrong guy."</b> I repeated with heavy breathing. <b>"You made a really, really bad choice."</b></i><br />
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<i>And with my will no longer able to contain my emotions, I barraged him with fiery words like a dragon so intent in destroying a small village.<b> "What were you thinking!? That guy?! The one who you always had a fight with!? The one who dropped you like a hot potato?! Are you kidding me?! Have you learned nothing about the last six years you were together!?"</b></i><br />
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<i>He was about to open his mouth and try to talk but I didn't give him the chance. I didn't give him the chance because I know that the second I hear his voice, I'll be under his spell again and the wall of anger I tried so hard to build will just crumble the second my eyes meet his. I won't let him weaken me again so I just let every words that I've been pushing down crawl out of my lips.<b> "You're just gonna regret this. You know that, right? You're going to regret this! And then there's nothing you can do about it because it's too late. All you can do is get up there and start you're crappy, disappointing life that will never be nearly as happy as the one you could have with me." </b></i><br />
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<i><b>"Goodbye."</b> and with all those emotions finally out, I turned my back and walked.</i><br />
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<i><b>"Mak, wait."</b> He said softly. His voice shaking with regret. </i><br />
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<i>My words hit him. If we had this confrontation three days ago, his words would've melted my heart. But everything I had was just drawn out already. I was doing this for myself. <b>"Look, Ching, I am not here to win you. I'm here because I need to know that you know that you made the biggest mistake of your life."</b></i><br />
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<i>Realizing that everything I said was true and that he's already waist deep on his own quicksand, he helplessly accepted his fate.<b> "I know."</b></i><br />
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<i><b>"Good."</b> I mustered the last bit of my fake courage and anger just to say that word. It was a good thing I already turned my back. All the show I have put up would've been a flop if he saw my glassy eyes and the tears that have welled up, ready to trickle down my cheeks.</i><br />
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That was the scene I have rehearsed a hundred times in my mind while following him to his place.<br />
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After weeks of avoing him and building up anger, I accidentally saw him after eating and decided to finally confront him.<br />
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But then his phone rang. It was his "Teddy Bear". His eyes got more chinky as his cheeks move up to accommodate a big smile. The dimple at the right side of his lips was too proud to show itself. And with a few throws of his head back as he laughs, he went inside his house.<br />
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He was happy.<br />
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And then it all just went away. That was it. In that moment I wasn't angry anymore. I could see that Ching was meant to be with another guy.<br />
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Sometimes, you think that the only choice is to swallow your anger or throw it into someone else's face, but there's a third option. You could let it go.<br />
And only when you do that is it really gone and you could move forward.<br />
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And that, guys, was the perfect ending to a perfect love story.<br />
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It just wasn't mine.<br />
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Mine's still out there.<br />
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Waiting for me.<br />
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I don't know how it started but for the past few months I have been seeing 11:11's everywhere. On receipts, on highways and more often on clocks.<br />
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It freaks me out everytime I look in my computer and my phone and suddenly notice that it's 11:11. And becuase have been curious about what it really meant for the longest time and because the frequency of the recurrence of the 11:11s exceeds coincidence,<br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Google Search: 11:11 Phenomena</b></span><br />
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It turned out that it is a global phenomena and millions of people have also been experiencing it all over the globe. From teenagers to senior citizens, these synchronistic numbers seem to appear on a daily basis. What does 11:11 mean?<br />
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">1)</span></b> Many associate 11:11 with a<span style="color: #6aa84f;"> wake-up code</span>/alarm as they see it on digit clocks and watches. It can also be seen as a key to unlock the subconscious mind, our genetic encoded memories, that we are spirits having a physical experience, not physical beings embarking on a spiritual experience.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">2)</span></b> There is an entire network of people who consider themselves "<span style="color: #6aa84f;">lightworkers</span>." Lightworkers have a mission in this lifetime to hold as much light for the planet as possible; in essence raising the frequency of love and one-ness on Earth. Seeing 11:11 on the clock is a wake up call or a reminder that you are a lightworker. 11:11 is an important wake up call for lightworkers to stop being caught up in the material world and start participating in the spiritual world. <span style="color: #f1c232;">(This is one of my favorite!)</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">3)</span></b> Others regard this number as a message from angels letting you know that you’re an “<span style="color: #6aa84f;">angel on earth</span>,” with the same mission as a lightworker. 11:11 is “the calling card for beings that are half angels and half humans”.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">4)</span></b> <span style="color: #6aa84f;">Angels and Spirit Guides</span>: Your guardian angel or spirit guide is trying to connect with you. Their courtesy call is an invitation to raise awareness that spirit needs to progress. A new age of "Spiritual Uplift" has begun on our planet. There are now literally billions of Celestial beings here, all of whom have been especially trained to assist with changing the course of this planet. Many more of these delightful Spirit Guardians are now ready to assist whoever will ask for their help. As a tribute to the centuries-long tenure of the original 1,111 Celestial Helpers, they have retained the customary 11:11 prompts. We are told that well over a million folks are being given these 11:11 prompts, and a glance around the web will tell you something big is happening.<br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;"><b>5)</b></span> Your life is either gaining or becoming more in <span style="color: #6aa84f;">balance</span> when you see 11:11. This might also be an affirmation that your life is in complete balance as well and the lesson you need to learn will appear before you. “When the pupil is ready, the master appears”.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">6) </span></b>There are also some science stuffs talking about how the brain is like a computer, which relies on binary codes (1’s and 0’s). In this premise, 11:11 is the binary code that awakens your dormant (junk) DNA.<br />
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The number 11 represents twin strands of DNA, so for some people, this is a sign of a <span style="color: #6aa84f;">DNA activation or upgrade.</span><br />
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There's also the Digital Time Code Theory which encapsulates several theories within the same premise. 11:11 unlocks your DNA and opens the subconscious mind through physically seeing these digital numbers and re-remembering why your brain was coded to remember the importance of 11:11.<br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;"><b>7</b>) Global Consciousness:</span> When you see 11:11, you feel connected with the Universe and everyone else who is currently experiencing this phenomenon. You completely understand what “we are all one” means.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">8)</span></b> 11:11 presents you an opportunity to reflect on your spiritual <span style="color: #6aa84f;">purpose for being here</span>.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">9)</span></b> Wake up call. 11:11 signifies your<span style="color: #6aa84f;"> spiritual awakening</span>, as this number seems to be predominantly noticed by those who have begun their spiritual journeys. It may also be seen as a code to unlock your subconscious mind.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">10)</span></b> Someone described this phenomena as "<span style="color: #6aa84f;">the universe tapping you on the shoulder</span>".<br />
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">11)</span></b> Seeing 11:11 frequently creates synchronicities and changes in one's life to <span style="color: #6aa84f;">understand reality</span> and where consciousness is going. You will attract the digits 11:11 until you understand the nature or reality.<br />
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Call me crazy but the 11:11 is clearly a grand scale worldwide phenomenon. Obviously, these reports are just a small sampling of something much larger.<br />
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Anyways, are there any guys out there who also have experienced 11:11?Blakrabithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176425920542032722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28822324.post-91221811530257044622012-08-26T17:28:00.000+08:002012-08-26T17:29:11.950+08:00Si Universe at Ako0917-7252628<br />
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'Yan ang personal line ko kay Universe. Kanya-kanyang trip lang 'yan. Kapag may gusto akong ipagpasalamat, ikwento or hingin, isang text lang. Parang nasa kabilang linya lang si Universe. Isa sa mga contacts ko. Isa sa mga ka-close ko. Feeling ko malapit lang siya at mabilis nyang mabasa ang mga text ko sakanya.<br />
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Noong nakaraang linggo, kinailangan kong umuwi sa probinsya namin sa Surigao para sa libing ng Lolo ko. Wala akong kakilala na kaedad ko na makakausap. Wala din naman kasi akong ka-close sa mga pinsan at kamag-anak namin dun.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Hey Universe, bakit ganito? Amg hirap naman i-let go ni Ching. Kahit gusto ko na syang kalimutan, bigla na lang syang pumapasok sa utak ko. Huhu. HELP!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Anyways, salamat pala na-promote ako at nabigyan ng increase kahit hindi malaki. Okay na yun. Pmabayad din ng boardinghouse. Medyo hindi na din ako gigipitin masyado. SALAMAT!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">18/08/2012</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Andyan na pala si Lolo. Pakikumusta mo na lang ako ha. Pakisabi bisita na lang sya dito kung hindi sya busy dyan. 'Wag lang yung scary na bisita ha! Hehehe. Pakisabi din mag-enjoy sya sa paglalakbay nya. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Amboring dito. Wala ako makausap. Haizt. Bakit malas talaga ako sa lovelife? Lahat ng gusto ko may sabit, di ako gusto or iba ang priority sa buhay. 'Yan ba yung paraan ng pagsasabi mo na mag-focus muna ako sa ibang bagay tulad ng board exam? Pero bakit mo naman kasi pina-meet sakin yung mga yun? Alam mo naman na yung mga ganung tipo ang kahinaan ko eh yun pa mga pinakilala mo sakin. Power tripping ka din eh no? Hahaha! Hmmm.. may kailangan ba ako matutunan dun?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">18/08/2012</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Sorry ha. Wala talaga akong ibang makausap eh. Ikaw lang. So hindi na yata tuloy yung labas namin ni Han sa Monday. Magpamasahe na lang kaya ako dun sa masahista na nakilala ko? Sana wala yung mga tao dun sa boardinghouse para homeservice na lang wehehehe. Sana may extra. hahaha! At sana mura. Hmm.. pero sige na nga. Mas hihilingin ko na lang na magaling sya magmasahe. ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">18/08/2012</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Puch. naalala ko na naman talaga si Ching. Sa lahat ng pinakilala mo, sakanya ako mas tinamaan. Amp! May sabeeet! Minsan nakakapag-isip ako ng hindi maganda. Huhu. Sorry mabilis ako ma-tempt eh kasi siya yung kryptonite ko. Bakit kasi pinakilala mo pa? Huhu. Hirap nyang matanggal sa utak ko. Haizt. Hirap sobra. Tulungan mo naman ako pleeeeease. Seryoso.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">18/08/2012</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Haha! Pagkatapos kong basahin ulit at i-type dito lahat ng sent messages ko kay Universe noong umuwi ako, na-realize ko na nagreply pala siya sakin pag-uwi ko dito sa Cebu.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nakapagpa home service ako ng masahe. Magaling at 100% clean.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wala nang sabit si Ching.</span><br />
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<br />Blakrabithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176425920542032722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28822324.post-58401509957204745122012-07-22T18:23:00.001+08:002012-07-22T18:25:09.819+08:00Tanong<br />
Pano mo nga ba masasabing in-love ka sa isang tao?<br />
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Dahil ba hindi siya mawala-wala sa isip mo? Dahil masaya ka kapag andyan sya? Dahil ba gusto mo siya palagi makasama? Mahalikan? Mahawakan? Mayakap? Maka-sex?<br />
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Sapat na ba ang mga dahilan na 'yon para ayain siyang makipag-relasyon?<br />
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Eh pano kung hindi niya kayang ibalik sa'yo ang emotional attachment na nararamdaman mo? Pa'no kung ang kaya n'ya lang ibigay sa'yo ay ang saya sa tuwing magkasama lang kayo?<br />
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Ano ang gagawin mo kung hanggang dun lang? Na kahit nakikita mong masaya din siya kapag kasama ka at ginagawa ang kung ano-ano na sa perspective mo ay ang mga ginagawa lang mga mag partners eh hindi pa din siya mapapa sa'yo? Anong gagawin mo kung ganun lang talaga? Na he's just enjoying his time being with you? Na may posibilidad din na he's enjoying his time kasama ng iba pa?<br />
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Two become one? You complete me? Kung iisipin mo nga naman, kahit naman partner mo ang isang tao ay hindi din naman siya sa'yo. Magka-ibang indibidwal pa din naman kayo at kumpleto ka naman bago ka pa nagka-partner. Pero bakit ba isa sa mga natural na instincts natin ay angkinin ang taong gusto natin?<br />
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At bakit ba pilit tayong pinapaghanap ng mga puso natin ng kapareha? Para may makasama kapag malamig ang panahon? Para may karamay sa problema? Para may ka-share sa lungkot? Sa kumot? Para magka-anak at bumuo ng pamilya? Pano kung bading ka?<br />
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Bakit din ba kapag may nagugustuhan ka, kapag naaappreciate mo ang ganda ng bukangliwayway, may kulang. Kapag na-promote ka sa opisina at may pa-party para sa'yo, hindi lubos ang saya. Kapag naakyat mo ang Osmena Peak at nakita kung gaano kaganda ang kabundukan at kakahuyan, may hinahanap ka pa din. Hinahanap mo yung kamay na hahawak ng mahigpit sa iyo habang inaabangan ang pag-sikat ng araw. Hinahanap mo yung natatanging boses na bibigkas ng "congrats!" dahil balewala sa'yo ang congratulations ng iba. Hinahanap mo yung init ng katawan na papawi sa lamig ng hamog sa taas ng kabundukan. Hinahanap mo yung taong yun. Hinahanap mo siya dahil gusto mong kasama mo siya sa lahat ng magagandang pangyayari sa buhay mo.<br />
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Pero pa'no nga kung hindi nya piliing maging andun? Complicated daw kasi. Hindi siya yung tipong "pang-relationship". Ayaw ka lang nyang masaktan. Blah. Blah. Blah.<br />
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Kaya mo pa rin bang i-maintain ang intensity ng nararamdaman mo kahit alam mong walang magiging resulta? Walang kasiguraduhan?<br />
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Gumagawa lang ba tayo ng isang bagay para gawin din sa atin? Sabi nga sa kasabihan diba, "To give is to receive"? But can we really give without the thought of receiving?<br />
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Minamahal ba natin ang isang tao para mahalin din tayo? O minamahal natin sila dahil, wala lang, mahal lang talaga natin. Dahil sila ang napili ng ating subconscious na mga sarili para maging dahilan ng saya, lungkot, pangungulila at pagkabigo. Dahil wala tayong control sa damdamin natin. Dahil kahit buong hukbo na ng mga concerned na kapamilya at kaibigan ang gustong i-untog ang ulo natin sa pader, hindi mo pa din tatanggalin ang helmet mo. Dahil kahit bigyan na tayo ng paraan para makalimutan sila, we're still willing to hold on. Dahil ba tanga tayo? Dahil ba umaasa na mag-bago pa ang ihip ng hangin? Dahil ba yun lang ang dahil para maramdaman natin na buhay tayo?<br />
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Kaya mo bang magmahal nang hindi umaasang mamahalin ka din nya?<br />
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Isang malaking kawalan sa mundo ang isang tulad mo. </div>
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Para sa akin, sa mga matatalik mong kaibigan, mga
kamag-anak, estudyante at kapwa mo guro na sa isang paraan ay nabahagian mo ng
piraso ng iyong buhay, mananatili ang lahat ng iyong ala-ala.</div>
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Mananatili kang
inspirasyon bilang isang taong nagsumikap sa kabila ng mga problemang lumalamon
sa bawat isa sa atin.</div>
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Mananatili kang
inspirasyon bilang isang kaibigan na kahit kalian ay hindi nang-iwan ng
kaibigan sa ere. </div>
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Mananatili kang inspirasyon bilang isang anak, kapatid, tito
at apo na mapagmahal at ginawa ang lahat para mabigyan ng maayos na pamumuhay
ang pamilya. </div>
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Mananatili kang inspirasyon sa mga nagging estudyante at
kapwa guro mo bilang isang propesyunal na hindi ginawang dahilan ang kahirapan
para lang magkaroon ng magandang edukasyon.
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Para sa taong minsang naging pinakamahalaga sa buhay ko,
maligayang paglalakbay sa’yo at maraming salamat.</div>Blakrabithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176425920542032722noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28822324.post-69491417275556483412012-03-29T13:09:00.000+08:002012-03-29T15:02:49.512+08:00Gloom ShroomI woke up unusually early today. Did my daily routine in preparing for work and was at the office by six. My work starts at 8am. I practically did no work until 10 am and when I pushed myself into beginning my work for the day, I just can't seem to complete any of them. My mind is just everywhere to be productive.<br />
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I'm in gloom, apparently. I don't know exactly why.<br />
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Maybe I've been longing for Nurse for too long that it already took its toll. He never got out of my mind ever since. All my number's blocked in his phone. I'm hopeless.<br />
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Maybe because I'm feeling the effects of living alone in a far place.<br />
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Maybe I'm feeling the pressure of standing on my own feet without financial assistance from my father. Which reminds me that I'm critically running low on dough and with the payday still a week ahead.<br />
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Maybe I just have so much work to do that I've been missing almost all of my deadlines.<br />
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Maybe because I have to lay off some of my workers.<br />
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Maybe because a couple of colleagues are not coming back to work after the Holy Week.<br />
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Maybe I'm longing to just touch someone passionately.<br />
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*sigh*<br />
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<br />Blakrabithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176425920542032722noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28822324.post-33952472752285049642012-02-04T16:50:00.000+08:002012-02-04T16:57:20.127+08:00Paper and Ink<br />
When you find someone special, your world suddenly becomes a world of firsts.<br />
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The first meeting.<br />
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The first dinner.<br />
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The first long midnight walk.<br />
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The first official date.<br />
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The first holding of hands.<br />
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The first kiss.<br />
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The first night.<br />
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The first future plan.<br />
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Everything is perfect.<br />
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But when it all gets taken away from you, without warning and reason, would you chase and fight for the thing that could've made you perfectly happy or would you just accept it and bask in the warmth of the perfectly happy memory you made with him?<br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><i>I don't want to live my life not knowing why eveything disappeared in just a blink of an eye.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #bf9000;"><i>He did tell you his reasons. Don't you think this is just the universe telling you not to go on with him?</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><i>But I'd hate myself if I don't go out there and not give the universe a fight! I'd hate myself if I don't try and then eventually live all my life wondering what could've happened if I fought as hard as I could for something the universe brought into my life and made me care about deeply.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #bf9000;"><i>But do you really want to stain the happy and pure memory you have with him with all the complications of life and the fight for a potential relationship? Don't you want to have something to think about, years from now, that just makes you smile? Don't you want a memory without heartaches, goodbyes and sadness?</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #bf9000;"><i><br /></i></span>Blakrabithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176425920542032722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28822324.post-36881182732379766282012-01-21T17:09:00.003+08:002012-01-21T17:37:03.630+08:00I Miss You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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To see you when I wake up</div>
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Is a gift I didn't think could be real.<br />
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<i><i><span style="color: #6aa84f;">It was raining. We were cold and wet. The sky gave us a reason to spend the night together. I was happy.</span></i></i></div>
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To know that you feel the same as I do<br />
Is a three-fold Utopian dream.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #6aa84f;">"I'm starting to love you". It was bliss hearing it from you.</span></i> <br />
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You do something to me that I can't explain.<br />
So would I be out of line if I said<br />
I miss you?<br />
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<i><i><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Yeah. I miss you. But I'm stripped of that luxury now.</span></i></i></div>
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I see you picture, I smell your skin<br />
On the empty pillow next to mine.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #6aa84f;">I'm glad I took that time just staring at you.
You're always smiling when I take a peek at you inside my mind. It makes
me miss you even more. And why do I always smell your perfume from
everyone?</span></i><br />
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You have only been gone ten days<br />
But already I'm wasting away.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #6aa84f;">I'm pretty wasted. I'm always wasted.</span></i> <br />
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I know I'll see you again<br />
Whether far or soon<br />
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<i><i><span style="color: #6aa84f;">I always see you in my dreams but I'm never sure if the Universe is ever going to let us cross paths again.</span></i></i></div>
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But I need you to know that I care and<br />
I miss you.</div>
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<i><span style="color: #6aa84f;">I hope it still counts.</span></i></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;"><b>I Miss You </b>by Incubus</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">Photo from </span><a href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs33/f/2008/237/d/b/I_miss_you_by_mr_april.jpg" style="text-align: left;">here</a><span style="text-align: left;">.</span></div>Blakrabithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176425920542032722noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28822324.post-40333224690689929642012-01-16T09:13:00.001+08:002012-01-16T13:25:47.289+08:00Burn Out Bright<br />
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What’s worse than someone you like finding that you talk about
him in your blog and posting his faceless picture in it just a day before your
birthday?</div>
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I guess it’s the fact that your on and off
more-than-friends-but-less-than-lovers status has been completely cut off
from the power supply and that he now knows all about your dirty little secrets.</div>
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In a twisted way, it’s kind of flattering, him
finding about my blog because that just means there’s enough interest to
research about me. And also in a twisted way, it’s good that he knows who’s he
really dealing with. Though it cost the severing of all our ties.</div>
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So, the birthday lunch date is off along with all those little future somethings.</div>
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I didn’t really think about it but posting blurred photos of
your dates for the amusement of yourself and others is really a bad idea that’s
why I’ve taken them all down. I guess that’s just karma for me.<br />
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a gay forum before I joined their group and they can definitely see my posting
history and I’m not trying hide it. I don’t know if they’ll believe it or not
since they didn’t seem to have any
inklings when I met with them during our <b>Sinulog </b>event (which was tiring but so
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In support of DOT's new tourism campaign, I did some #itsmorefuninthePhilippines photos just like in their ads and I don't care if it's the same catch phrase from Switzerland (from f*cking 1950's, people! 1950's!), the idea is very witty and very different. What I like about it is that it presents us with boundless possibilities for the ad and lets the netizens get involved in the campaign.<br />
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I did three photos. Sorry for the low quality. I only used MS Paint and I have very limited photos.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Saw these cute twins in SM Calamba sporting the same mohawks!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Whanna learn how to make yours too? Click<a href="http://abuggedlife.com/2012/01/07/how-to-make-your-own-its-more-fun-in-the-philippines-meme/"> here</a>.<br />
<br />Blakrabithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176425920542032722noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28822324.post-69567195557632858962012-01-02T07:31:00.000+08:002012-01-02T07:37:19.106+08:00It Gets BetterThis song fom Bruno Mars speaks volumes and it will definitely be my 2012 song. All the heartaches, heart breaks, lies, deceits, failures, stupidity, passivity, disappointments... I'm leaving them behind. Great song for a new year. Thanks MKL for sharing!<br />
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<i>There are some things in life that don’t go the way you want them to or
the way you think they should, but you can’t dwell on these because
you’ll miss out on other opportunities. Don’t let a bad day make you
feel like you have bad life. Without bad days, how would you be able to
know what a good day is like? You have to believe that when things are
bad, you can change them. Things will get better for you. You should be alive to see them. =)</i> </div>
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-WisdomQuotes</blockquote>
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<b>Today My Life Begins </b><br />
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I've been working hard so long<br />
Seems like pain has been my only friend<br />
My fragile heart's been done so wrong<br />
I wondered if I'd ever heal again<br />
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Ohh just like all the seasons never stay the same<br />
All around me I can feel a change (ohh)<br />
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I will break these chains that bind me, happiness will find me<br />
leave the past behind me, today my life begins<br />
A whole new world is waiting, it's mine for the taking<br />
I know I can make it, today my life begins<br />
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Yesterday has come and gone<br />
And I've learn how to leave it where it is<br />
And I see that I was wrong<br />
For ever doubting I could win<br />
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Ohh just like all the seasons never stay the same<br />
All around me i can feel a change (ohh)<br />
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I will break these chains that bind me, happiness will find me<br />
leave the past behind me, today my life begins<br />
A whole new world is waiting, it's mine for the taking<br />
I know I can make it, today my life begins<br />
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Life's to short to have regrets<br />
So I'm learning now to leave it in the past and try to forget<br />
We only have one life to live<br />
So you better make the best of it<br />
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I will break these chains that bind me, happiness will find me<br />
leave the past behind me, today my life begins<br />
A whole new world is waiting, it's mine for the taking<br />
I know I can make it, today my life begins<br />
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I will break these chains that bind me, happiness will find me<br />
leave the past behind me, today my life begins<br />
A whole new world is waiting, it's mine for the taking<br />
I know I can make it, today my life begins...Blakrabithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176425920542032722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28822324.post-84701651837597560992011-12-30T13:55:00.000+08:002011-12-30T19:51:55.078+08:00Perfect Strangers<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<i style="color: #e06666;">Are you and PJ partners?</i><br />
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He nodded weakly. The direct sourness of my question have clearly unsettled him. His face didn't know how to react. It showed of guilt but was trying to put up a small smile like how someone would automatically blow into a newly acquired wound even though it really does nothing to heal it or keep the pain away.<br />
<i><br /><span style="color: #e06666;">And you have a girlfriend?</span></i><br />
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He was silent. Staring into nothingness that is the roughly paved concrete on the ground. I felt my head rush with blood. PJ was right. Everything he told me was the truth. All along I thought his revelations were mere fabrications of a jealous third wheel. I was the third wheel and I never felt so stupid in my entire life. <br />
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<i style="color: #e06666;">Then why?</i><br />
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<i style="color: #ffe599;">Why what? </i><br />
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<i style="color: #e06666;">Why do you still have sex with other guys? Why do you still have sex with guys if you already have a girl friend? And with PJ acting as if he's some kind of pimp?</i><br />
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It was supposed to be a threesome. Me, PJ, Bryan. PJ was really my contact but was caught up at work that's whay he set me up with Bryan instead. He was like a middle man. Bryan and I contacted each other through him. Later, I found out that this was how they mostly set things up. Bryan never gave his number to anyone. He said he'd try to catch up but his call center work spits him out on the wee hours of the morning. I never got to meet him. I never did want to meet him. Because when I met Bryan, I only wanted him.<br />
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Chinito. Fair. Very manly. Older. Chubby. Those are the perfect ingredients for my poison. A poison that turns my knees into jelly. Fills my stomach with butterflies. Makes my heart pound like a blacksmith's hammer, and clouds my judgment like a drop of black ink in a vial of clear water. It was death. And it was a death that I gladly revelled in.<br />
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We had sex. Tha was the plan. He was a power bottom and wanted to be fucked hard, or so that's what PJ told me in our text conversations. And I believed him. So I did. As hard and as wild as I could. It was all animal instict, bereft of humanity.<br />
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But that wasn't my style. Cold, Heartless sex that only views the partner as a sex object and only longs for self satisfaction. I like to give warmth. Security. Sense of belongingness and satisfaction to whoever I chose to have sex with. Even for just a night. But that giving some of myself up opens my heart a little bit, exposing it to emotions that could be dangerously infectuous.<br />
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I felt guilty and offered my warm, passionate self to him. This time looking at him with eyes that sees him as a person. With those, I saw his resemblance with Hale's Champ. Only with a lot more meat. His smiles bring out two gorgeous dimples and make his eyes sparkle, definitely imitating a smile. The wild sex was replaced with long talks, passionate kissing, tight embraces and holding of hands. We took turns massaging each other's backs. Teased each other like kids. We laid in bed with my left arm on his back and his head on my chest. Our naked bodies kept each other warm against the cold of the rainy night.<br />
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I knew I was dead.<br />
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<i style="color: #ffd966;">It's complicated.</i><br />
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<i style="color: #e06666;">How is that complicated? How is being a slutty son-of-a-bitch complicated?</i> And there I was. Talking as if I'm not a slutty son-of-a-bitch myself.<br />
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<i style="color: #ffd966;">It's just sex</i><span style="color: #ffd966;">.</span> He said softly. Almost a whisper, almost ashamed.<br />
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I was trying to control my emotion. Anger. Longing. <i style="color: #e06666;">Yeah. Sex. Because a girl can't fuck your ass with her vagina!</i><br />
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<i style="color: #ffd966;">Because I am a mess, okay. Because everything in my life is fucked up. I am fucked up!</i> He said aloud. Emotions welling up. I knew it was hard for him to admit that. His words cut himself like a blade through the wrist. I felt how it stung him. It was a good thing it's too early for people to be out that morning.<br />
<i><br /><span style="color: #e06666;">Why did you say you like me? That you'd miss me terribly? That you'd love to visit me sometime and just chat about some stuffs?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffd966;">Because I did. I do.</span> </i>He said sincerely.<br />
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There was silence.<br />
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I laughed at myself in my thoughts. Here I am. Begging someone to explain to me his affections from a moment of a one night stand. How stupid was that? Something that starts with sex can never be something else other than something about sex. I was supposed to know that.<br />
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My eyes left the wall it has been staring at blankly and turned my head to face Bryan who was already looking at me with his sad, glassy eyes. Our eyes met. I smiled. It was a smile of someone who has been hurt but who also has been made happy. It was bittersweet. And I knew it only had one ending.<br />
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<i style="color: #e06666;">I know you do. And I know you can't. And I know I shouldn't.</i><br />
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We knew there and then that even if our hearts desired it, it was not meant to be. We knew that at that moment, we are destined to travel two different roads. And with that, I turned my back and walked along the path the Universe laid out before me.<br />
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If he stayed there at the alley and watched me dissappear amongst the crowd that the morning sunlight have then stirred up, I'll never know.<br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>Let's just keep it simple</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>In the AM it's goodbye</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>The syrup's so much sweeter</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>When you let the butterfly</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>So spread your wings and go</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>It's better not to know</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>What I'm gonna miss</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>I'll remember your kiss</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>We are passing trains</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>We are whiplash lovers</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>We are burning wax,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>Melting all over each other</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>We could be perfect strangers,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>Let's spend tonight.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>We could be perfect strangers,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>Hello, would look in my eyes?</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>Everyone wants you</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>But nobody knows</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>That you're all alone inside</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>We could be perfect strangers.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i>Thank you for spending one night with me.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;">Perfect Stangers, INXS</span><br />
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<br />Blakrabithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176425920542032722noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28822324.post-20729997388840829332011-12-28T13:55:00.001+08:002011-12-28T13:56:26.343+08:00Airport Cutie: Gray Encounter<font color="pink"><b>SPOTTED</b></font>:<br />
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<font color="pink">Where: </font>NAIA Terminal 3<br />
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<font color="pink">When</font>: Dec. 26, 2011 3:15AM<br />
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<font color="pink">What: </font>I don't know if he's in for a domestic or international flight.<br />
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<font color="pink"><b>YUMMYGRAPHY</b></font><br />
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Small. About 5'0"- 5'5". But what he lacks in height, he more than makes up in the looks department. My camera didn't really give justice to him. He's more good looking in person.<br />
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Seems to be from the sheltered part of the community. Sports nice, quality, and branded garments with a touch of metrosexuality (carries an extra neon green shoulder bag, tight knee-long shorts and white shirt (when he's not wearing the jacket).<br />
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Now, this is me hoping we're on the same flight!<br />
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*crosses fingers*<br />
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Blakrabithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176425920542032722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28822324.post-82169025889803168402011-12-24T04:35:00.001+08:002011-12-24T15:09:30.120+08:00Taguig Cutie: Mr. SmileyOkay. So, I am now in Manila for the holidays and that means I'm supposed to help tend our hardware store while I'm available. I never really liked it because I always get soiled. The only redeeming factor it has that makes it bearable for me is the multitude of cute astig guys that I get to see and speak (flirt) with. I got a chance to see some of my long time crushies today! Some would be customers. Palengke boys. Market-venturing Daddies (a total turn-on). Handsome passerby's and kanto boys like our scoop for the day. Our store is just in front of a mini dry market and the main road.<br />
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<b><b><font color="pink">SPOTTED</font></b></b><br />
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<font color="pink">Where: </font>Somewhere in Taguig City<br />
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<font color="pink">When:</font> Dec. 23, 2011<br />
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<font color="pink">What: </font>Buying cigarettes<br />
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<b><font color="pink">YUMMYGRAPHY</font></b><br />
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Wearing just a shirt and a boxer. Probably just came out of bed. Sexy bedroom look!<br />
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Very astig and cute.<br />
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Smiles dreamily.<br />
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Blakrabithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176425920542032722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28822324.post-70057457222895913272011-12-18T15:12:00.001+08:002011-12-18T15:46:39.613+08:00Karmic Infidels (Part 1)<br />
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<font color="pink"><i>What the fuck am I doing?!</i></font><br />
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He asked himself angrily. His heart is beating fast. He can feel his blood rushing troughout his body like a flash flood determined to wash away all his rationality and self control.<br />
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They are both slouched at the corner of the bed, their backs against the wall, and just inches away from each other's skin.<br />
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Pheromones have been filling up the air for an hour now. The room's atmosphere is thick with sex and attraction that breathing it could choke his awareness the moment he succumbs to his body's need for carnal satiation.<br />
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The flirting phase of the game was clearly over. Mar moved down. His body now comfortably rests in the bed but his head is still on the wall, his hands cushioning it against the hardness. His eyes, closed. Lips, wet. Mar's turn was up.<br />
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<font color="pink"><i>He's waiting for my move.</i></font><br />
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He knew this wasn't supposed to happen. He always stood for what's right and what's fair. He lived by the Golden Rule. But all of it were just rational talks. He is a fraud. He never thought he could be this weak against real temptation. He underestimated it like he underestimated a lot of things in his life lately. Now he is seeing temptation for what it really is. Sly. Deceptive. Manipulative. Dangerous, and it feeds on his weakness.<br />
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<font color="pink"><i>Kind. Stocky. Fair. Discreet. Older. That should've been only five counts. Why did I let myself get tangled in this situation with someone that has a sixth that says "in a long distance relationship"?</i></font><br />
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