tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247047065801350812024-03-13T16:03:57.731+08:00the last innocent manMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15115278677189706518noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424704706580135081.post-57659421695835434072013-01-06T15:19:00.000+08:002013-01-06T15:19:45.243+08:00It Has Started<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #3b3b3b; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Favorite line ko last night: "Sino si...?" </span></div>
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<span style="color: #3b3b3b; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Salamat sa oras at mga kuwento Tropang <a href="http://tangledinsheets.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Heyoshua</a>, Neighbor <a href="http://ceiboh.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Ceiboh</a> at Brader <a href="http://livingtheexpectations.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Macallister</a>!=)</span></div>
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15115278677189706518noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424704706580135081.post-17409858787194039132013-01-03T08:35:00.000+08:002013-01-03T08:35:00.269+08:002013 Bucket List (3)<br />
2013 is going to be very excitingly busy.<br />
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Thanks to Cebu Pacific, travel in the Philippines never became the same. Because of their January promo fare, I was able to book a flight with friends somewhere. One of the things I want to do is already halfway ticked out - Travel.<br />
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Pero hindi lang basta travel ang gusto ko, I want to travel:<br />
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<b>on a boat</b>. 2005 pa ako huli sumakay ng bangka. Gusto ko ulitin yung mawalan ng gas sa gitna ng isang maalong dagat at hatakin ang bangka ng mga nakakitang mangingisda papuntang pampang. Exciting!<br />
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<b>abroad</b>. Sometimes you gotta see the sights and people of other countries to affirm your belief that it really is more fun in the Philippines.<br />
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<b>alone.</b> It is better to observe the place I occupy in this world all by myself in a strange place.<br />
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<b>unplanned.</b> Tipong while in the middle of traffic along EDSA going to Megamall, you decide to take a detour and head straight to a bus station going to Albay. Ganyan.<br />
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<b>back to Boracay and Baguio</b>. A lot of great memories were left there. Sa boracay, I held hands with Uno while walking on the beach. Sa Baguio, I kissed McCoi sa Victory Bus Terminal. Epic!<br />
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<b>to Cebu.</b> The queen of Tondo and the Cordilleras visits the Queen City of the South.<br />
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<b>somewhere I've never been to.</b> Many to mention.<br />
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I have never been this excited to do a lot of things this year. I know 2013 will bring me wonderful experiences because I am sure I will also do out of the ordinary things like:<br />
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<b>Buying a smartphone.</b> Super extraordinary. For my personality, I guess.<br />
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<b>Dancing in the rain.</b> Imagine a 30-year-old gorgeous halfwit doing that, naked! Haha.<br />
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<b>Skinny dipping</b>. This will be the tamer version of what you just read, because I plan not to come out of the water. hihi<br />
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<b>getting a tattoo</b>. I have been thinking about this for the past couple of years. Siguro naman sapat na yung oras para totohanin ito ngayong taon.<br />
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<b>To smile at a stranger.</b> A lot of people do this as a starter for getting laid. Maybe I should do that too. Char!<br />
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<b>Rock-climbing.</b> Without the harness of course. Charat! Basta I'd like to try this out.<br />
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As I write these things down, A smile is put on my face because this early I'm already determined that 2013 will be extraordinary. It will be insane!<br />
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And to cap all the craziness of this fresh year, I ask you to come up with the most insane thing that I can do this year.<br />
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Create the craziest task that I will do this year and you get a kiss. Charlot!<br />
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Again, I leave it up to you. Just put your requests on the comment box and make sure that I can get to live to see 2014 with your requests, Okay?<br />
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Naragsak nga baro a tawen kadakayo amin!<br />
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Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15115278677189706518noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424704706580135081.post-27743377637032291022013-01-02T06:25:00.000+08:002013-01-02T06:25:00.323+08:002013 Bucket List (2)<br />
Before 2011, I wanted to have a quiet and private life, that's why I decided to hole myself up in Baguio.There, I got more than what I wanted. Life became eerily quiet because I lost(more like severed) communications with family and friends.<br />
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2012 naman was the transition because it was the year when I started to reestablish communication with relatives and friends.<br />
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This year, relationships will go full blast as I task myself to:<br />
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<b>meet social media friends.</b><br />
Since these romeos mostly roam around the same virtual planet, I wish there'd be a very stimulating orgy - of minds when we I meet them all. Galing halos lahat sila sa world of blogging(thinking of other planet, eh?). People from there are perceived (and most likely, really are) brilliant.<br />
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<b>reconnect with old friends.</b><br />
nothing beats revisiting past exeriences with these guys over a cup of coffee or a bottle of beer.<br />
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<b>take parents to a fancy dinner.</b><br />
I can't remember when we had this last. I guess the conversation we'll have on this occasion is the right time to let them know I'm not really bi, that I'm really straight. A Straight girl. Choz!<br />
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<b>become active in social work or charity.</b><br />
Dapat i-share ang blessing para hindi magsumiksik, maglumiglig, at umapaw ang grasya dahil dapat, sapat lang ang meron ako.<br />
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I don't really trust my memory because it fades, that's why this year I plan to immortalize what's on my mind through blogging bilang wala pa naman akong camera. In blogging, this year, I will:<br />
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<b>be active.</b><br />
Kung hindi man makapagpost, asahan niyo magiging komentarista ako sa mga blog niyo.<br />
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<b>write fiction.</b><br />
Imagination is limitless. I think it's time for me to share happiness not just through my experiences.<br />
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<b>join contests.</b><br />
Since never naman ako makakasali sa mga beauty pageants bilang over-qualified(overaged) ako. Sasali na lang ako sa mga contests para naman maishare ko pa din ang aking self-proclaimed duty - ang maging ambasador of good looks and happiness.<br />
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May Part 3 pa. Stay tuned!<br />
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Kung Hei Fat Choi! ;-)<br />
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Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15115278677189706518noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424704706580135081.post-42378906955296321412013-01-01T04:55:00.000+08:002013-01-01T06:47:33.762+08:002013 Bucket List (1)<br />
Halos kahalati lang ng 2012 bucket list ko ang natupad ko bago natapos ang taon. 2012 wasn't really a good year for me or the family but like what I've said the last time, I know 2013 will be my year.<br />
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Last year, I was 3 months late in coming up with my goals, this year, I'm right on cue. I've got more time to achieve objectives and hit targets. If last year I accomplished about 50%, this year I will score 75%. Char!<br />
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Last year's achievement rate was dismal. I only found an employer and never got to open a new bank account or start my own business. Since this year is my year, I know I can have these. And these:<br />
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<b>Insurance</b>.<br />
I already had this before I got entangled with a doomed relationship. This year magkakaroon ulit ako nito.<br />
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<b>Investment.</b><br />
Stocks. Mutual funds. Bonds. Equities. Real Estate. Any one of these will do.<br />
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<b>The journey to borta-ness has started.</b></div>
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Despite the unhealthy lifestyle, mainly due to smoking and being sedentary, I got a clean bill of health from our doctor. Hyperthyroid's gone, Wala akong STD, and as far as I know, BP never read 140/100 again. I guess keeping myself happy and avoiding over analyzing things helped.<br />
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I may never really have something serious today, but there are indications I can catch something bad if I won't change my ways. So this year, I plan to be healthier. These are the things I need to strike out to achieve a healthier and more savory me:<br />
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<b>Continue hitting the gym.</b><br />
I haven't gotten my six pack abs back yet,and haven't achieved my target weight (136lbs) yet eh. Tsaka, haven't achieved any one of my gymmates yet too, hindi ko kasi type ang mga lumalapit. Char!<br />
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<b>Play basketball again.</b><br />
Masaya ang butt tap given to and received from teammates whenever maka-shoot ng ball. Yun Lang.<br />
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<b>Try dragonboat racing.</b><br />
Magandang work out sa shoulders ang pag-paddle. Besides, member si ultimate crush ng <a href="https://www.facebook.com/tritondragonboat?fref=ts" target="_blank">TRITON</a> Dragonboat Racing Team. Hihi.<br />
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<b>Have a day in the spa.</b><br />
After all the muscle-pumping action with these activities, one would need a relaxing massage. Happy ending di ba? Haha!<br />
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<b>Quit Smoking.</b><br />
Ano pa bang bago meron?<br />
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Last year, it only took one blog post to write everything that I wanted to do for the year. This time, It'll take 3 (Antokyo na kasi ako)<br />
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Abangan ang Part 2 at 3!<br />
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Happy New Year!!<br />
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<br />Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15115278677189706518noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424704706580135081.post-70593214909878002752012-12-30T20:05:00.001+08:002012-12-30T20:05:14.359+08:00Thank God, It's not the End of the World<br />
Before 2011 ended, fortune-tellers believed that 2012 would be a great year for those born under the sign of the dog.<br />
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They are right. A lot of negativity came along my way but I learned from them, became stronger because of them.<br />
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2012 wasn't particularly good with romance, but it was definitely better. After a heartbreaking split with my greatest love in 2011, I stayed single the entire 2012. Got to know some guys I liked, dated a few, and kept my hymen intact the whole year. Who says I'm promiscuous?<br />
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This year became a reunion of some sort as Tita R who moved out when she got married, diagnosed with the Big C, moved back here in the ghetto while I, languishing in the cold and rainy mountains of the Cordilleras, decided to quit my job there and head back home. Ngayon, wala na naman akong privacy. Char!<br />
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I lost nieces in January and September but gained a nephew in April, even became his godfather, or godmother. Basta, godparent.<br />
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I got a new job, went to places I've never been to, and started to eat healthy and hit the gym again.<br />
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I may not have opened a new bank savings, quit smoking or had a new partner, at least I'm thankful it isn't the end of the world, I can still get to finish and achieve the rest on my bucket list.<br />
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93% of all the Filipinos this year are hopeful that 2013 will bring greater joy.<br />
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The coming year, I <b>KNOW</b> will be greater!<br />
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Happy New Year!<br />
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Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15115278677189706518noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424704706580135081.post-32313841440343609882012-12-16T04:55:00.000+08:002012-12-16T04:55:00.412+08:00After A Long WhileFirst of all, I'd like to apologize to the 94 (million) readers following my ever so popular blog for not updating or posting anything in a long while.<br />
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To the friends I came to know through this blog, I am sorry for not always being visible on your blogger dashboards. I apologize for not being around blogosphere as often as you'd like ( I know, deep inside, you want me here always. hehe). Lately, I'd been into different parts of the virtual world (Read: Facebook, Wikipedia, Google, Yahoo, Tube8, Xvideos, Pornhub, Xtube, and Youjizz).<br />
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Kidding aside, I've actually been busy living my life in the real world. Weeknights are spent helping Americans with their healthcare insurance issues while after-work's allotted to getting back in shape in the gym. Since I already have the means to spend, I'm able to establish new friendships and rekindle old ones through weekend dinners with acquaintances or out of town rambles with close friends.<br />
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It's been so busy, I never got the chance to compose thoughts and create meaningful posts. (As if I can.)<br />
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It's been so busy, I just realized that today's the first anniversary of the last time I got banged. Haha!<br />
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It's really been busy.<br />
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I am sorry.<br />
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<br />Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15115278677189706518noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424704706580135081.post-23606631650929886902012-11-04T05:00:00.000+08:002012-11-04T07:30:37.065+08:00I Count!<br />
This one's for all of those who work in the BPO industry.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>not one who pushes this country forward.<br />
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What better way to acknowledge today's heroes, than to create this ad.<br />
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Even more proud because the first to recognize our worth through a TVcommercial is my current, and hopefully the last, employer.<br />
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I'm glad I count!=)<br />
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(Sorry, sabaw pa din)Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15115278677189706518noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424704706580135081.post-9682478239932711742012-09-06T16:17:00.000+08:002012-09-06T16:17:59.858+08:00I Might Give This A TryThe signs and symptoms are starting to become apparent. I'm beginning to feel the effects of something I'm afraid I might contract.<br />
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I have tried to avoid this sensitive issue for quite a while, but I guess sooner or later I would have to face its complicated, albeit, liberating consequences.<br />
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I think no one can ever help me live through this phase other than a medical expert. I think I need a doctor.<br />
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Kaso hindi pa siya licenced. Sagutin ko na kaya ang intern?=)Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15115278677189706518noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424704706580135081.post-31418316848553253802012-07-02T00:26:00.001+08:002012-07-02T00:26:57.181+08:00On Afflictions and TrivialitiesI am hot!<br />
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In my mind I always am. A lot of people, even friends, may disagree with this statement, but I care not because my body agrees with me for at least once every year. And today is that day when it happens. Currently, my body temperature reads 38.6°<br />
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I am such a sickly weakling! But what can you expect? I come from a sickly lineage. I've seen relatives who lived under the same roof lose battles against pneumonia, Alzheimer's, cancer, and even bipolar disorder. (Believe me, you wouldn't want that to happen to a family member). Being down with the flu is nothing but normal. Inconsequential. <i>Parang Trivia lang nina Ripley's at Guinness</i>.<br />
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According to the World English Dictionary, trivia means:<br />
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Nga pala, ngayon siguro nakikita mo ako na may kasama dito sa Baguio. Siya na yata ang Gardo ng buhay ko. Alam mo din siguro kung ano ginagawa namin nung time na sinusundo ka na ni Angel Gabriel. Maka-timing ka naman kasi madaling araw. Ikaw na ang mischievous brother.</div>
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Tama nga ang kasabihan, "Good souls die young.". Tama ka, mas mabait ka. I wish you would've been a little bit naughtier so you would've stayed a bit longer, but it's just me being selfish. Para kasing kulang yung time eh.</div>
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Brader, Miss na kita. Pag nagparamdam ka, hindi ako matatakot, pramis! Kahit one time lang. Gusto lang kita pasalamatan sa maikling panahon na naigugol mo para sa akin. It was short, but was well worth it, kahit na I wanted more. I learned a lot from you. I hope you know that. I'm sure you do. </div>
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I want to say a lot more but I want to keep it private between the both of us, so just do eavesdrop on my prayers na lang. Okay? Try to put earplugs na din.</div>
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Rest well, brader. You will always be remembered.</div>
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Shall I follow my instinct when it has already failed me in the past?</div>
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My mind tells me to leave, but my heart shouts "Come back!"</div>
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May mga matututunan din pala ako sa mga TV ads na lumalabas ngayon. Take for example Close Up's Moving Closer commercial. For the longest while I thought my heart's been exposed to a lot of hurt that it's already damaged beyond repair. I realized that although it has experienced countless heartaches and pain, it's still capable of giving so much love. Pain may be limitless, but so is love. I just needed to have courage to start an exciting beginning and confidence to make the first step. Just like what the guy has in the commercial.<br />
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Despite the commotion and all the distractions around, I only needed to have the confidence to take on the stage called life and accept its amazing possibilities.<br />
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So, today exactly a month from my birthday (ehem, friends), I proclaim to myself that I am ready. I'm ready to love again.<br />
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I end this post with hope, just like the song, that I'm moving closer to YOU. <br />
I dream of the day when this finally happens: Me, confidently proclaiming to the world my admiration for you. You, slowly approaching me with happiness in your eyes telling me something like this:<br />
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Sa mga oras na ito, wala man ako sa tabi mo, sana malaman mo na isang parte ng puso ko ay nakalaan lamang para sa iyo. Isa ka sa mga taong humubog sa pagkatao ko. Ikaw ang kaisa-isang nilalang na ayaw akong maging kaliwete. Tanda ko ang pananakot mo na magiging masama ako kapag itinuloy ko ang pagsusulat sa kaliwang kamay. Tanda ko rin na ikaw ang pinakamadaldal na matanda sa tahanang kinalakihan ko. Lahat kasi napapansin mo. Halimbawa na diyan ang mga microscopic na alikabok na lagi mong winawalis pag dating mo galing sa eskuwelahang pinagtatrabahuhan mo.</div>
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Hindi ka man pinagkalooban ng isang anak na masasabi mong iyong iyo, alam ko na isa kang mabuting ina, dahil ramdam ko iyon mula sa iyo. Kahit na puro bunganga ang bungad mo sa akin at kay kuya, okay lang dahil kaakibat nito ang mga candy na kinumpiska mo sa mga pupils mo. Salamat din po sa libro ni Zaide na mula sa library ng school niyo na nagbigay sa akin ng makulay na imahinasyon tungkol sa kasaysayan ng bansa natin.<br />
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Alam ko po na hindi conjugal property ang pamanang bahay sa inyo ni lola Deliang kaya salamat po na sa akin niyo gusto ipamana ito. Pero hindi ko kailangan ito. Kayo po ang kailangan ko.<br />
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Nakakatuwang isipin na sa kabila ng inyong karamdaman, ipinakita niyo pa rin sa akin ang katatagan na hindi ko pa nakita sa kahit na sino man. Sa tulong ng Maykapal, malakas ang loob kong malalampasan niyo ang pagsubok na ito. Pero sana naman huwag niyo ring kalimutang alagaan minsan ang inyong katawan. Kapag may nararamdaman na, magpatingin agad sa doktor para hindi na ulit umabot sa ganitong pagkakataon, Okay?<br />
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Mamayang hapon, dadaan ako diyan. Sana may epekto pa din ang anesthesia para groggy ka pa din at hindi mo ako ulit bungangaan. Pero sa totoo lang gusto ko maabutan kang tulog pa din para mahawakan ko ang iyong mga palad at mabulong sa iyo na mahal na mahal kita. Hindi ka kasi touchy.<br />
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Hindi ko man magawa ito mamaya, bilang hindi rin naman ako touchy tulad mo. Hayaan mo na lang na kahit dito sa blog na ito ay masabi ko ang tunay kong nararamdaman para sa iyo.<br />
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Tita, pagaling ka po ha? Huwag ka muna mawawala, hindi pa ako ready. Mahal na mahal po kita.<br />
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Naalala ko ang Burnham Park. Sa Burnham Park matao. Marami kang makikita dito lalo na pag weekend. Andyan ang mga maiingay na turistang camwhores, mga grupo ng highschool girls na parang may amorseko ang mga kipay kung makatili. Marami kang makikitang mga hip hop, punks, cowboys, pati na rin ang mga napag-iwanang retro. Hindi din mawawala sa Burnham ang mga joggers at taichi and aerobics enthusiasts<br />
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Siyempre regular din sa park na ito ang mga nagtitinda ng kung anu-anong may kinalaman sa strawberry. Hindi mawawala ang stalls ng strawberry jams at preserves, ang mga naglalako ng fresh strawberries, strawberry-shaped keychains, strawberry-flavored taho at strawberry-inspired shirts. Nakakatuwa lang kasi wala naman talagang strawberry farm sa Baguio, sa La Trinidad naman yun.<br />
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Normal na kalakaran na lang dito na makakita ng lovers na holding hands while walking. Sa Burnham makakakita ka ng perfect couple - mala-palitong lalaki at ang alaga niyang <s>baboy</s> girlfriend - perfect 10 right? Minsan naniniwala na din ako sa mga teleserye kasi dito mo makikita si senyorito kahawak-kamay si inday. True Love di ba?<br />
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Papahuli pa ba ang mga badette sa PDA sa burnham? Of course not! Madami ka ring makikitang mga lalaki that hold hands there. May mga out na nakakatatlong ikot na sa gilid ng lagoon eh hindi pa rin bumibitaw sa pagkakahawak sa mga kamay ng kanilang partner. Meron din namang mga barakong barako tignan na maghahawak kamay lang for just a blink of the eye. Saglit pero worth it.<br />
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Yun nga lang, although gay PDA is generally accepted ang tolerated here, You will never see anyone dare kiss their partners in public. Hindi mo sila makikitang naghahalikan sa Burnham.<br />
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Dahil yun ay makikita mo lang sa victory Liner Bus terminal.<br />
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Doon kasi kami nag-kiss ni McCoi.<br />
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By far, this was the most fearless gesture of gay love that I felt. For me, this was the sweetest 5 seconds of my life. Him, kissing me in a very public place was priceless. Inisip ko pa noon na kahit malaglag pa yung sasakyan kong bus sa bangin at mamatay ako eh okay lang.<br />
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All my life I was afraid to show who I really was. I never thought that a simple but very public kiss would change me. That single kiss completed me.<br />
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So please don't blame me for thinking that he's my "greatest love".<br />
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Buti na lang talaga hindi nalaglag yung bus. Kundi, mawawalan na ako ng chance na makilala ang aking "eternal love".Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15115278677189706518noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424704706580135081.post-38781938033844294102012-04-13T21:35:00.000+08:002012-04-13T21:36:31.360+08:00My Brother From Hell<div>
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Mahal na mahal ko ang aking mga magulang. Ayaw ko silang makitang nasasaktan. Sigurado ako na ang pagmamahal na ito ang dahilan kung bakit hanggang ngayon ay hindi pa baldado ang isa pa nilang anak. One time kase muntik ko nang baliin ang leeg niya.<div>
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Napakasuwerte ng kuya ko dahil siya ang paborito nila nanay at tita. Paborito siyang ipagdasal nila nanay at tita sa kanyang agarang pagbabago. Napakasuwerte din ni kapatid dahil isa lamang siya sa tatlong taong nakatikim ng kamao ko. (The other two being my uncle and college best friend. Saya di ba?)</div>
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Hindi talaga kami close ng utol ko. Don't get me wrong though. I don't hate my only sibling. Mahal ko pa din siya kaya nga gusto ko lang na maparalyze siya. I don't want him dead. I only want him to suffer.</div>
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Why? Let me cite some reasons.</div>
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Una, mautos siya. Noong bata pa ako, pag siya ang inuutusan nila nanay, for sure tatawagin niya ako para iutos sa akin ang utos na iniutos sa kanya nila mudak. Nung mga time na yun inisip ko na mas okay na maging middle child at maging black sheep kesa naman sa maging chimi-ah-ah ng pamilya ko. Looking back, I think I handled that time of my life with poise and finesse like a true little Miss Philippines. Besides, bata pa nga ako at madaling mauto.</div>
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Pero ang memory na talagang tumatak sa mura at bubot kong pag-iisip noon ay yung tawaging "panget". Since uto-uto nga ako, ayun naniwala naman ako sa kanya na isa nga akong ugly bakling. Siguro, sadyang Inggitero lang talaga siya. </div>
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When I was a junior in high school nga, my parents bought me new leather shoes and a handsome set of formal attire for my prom night. Bilang inggitero nga, gusto niya meron din daw siya. Hindi niya narealize na apat na taon na noon ang nakalilipas nung ibinili siya nila parents ng ganung kagarang mga damit dahil may prom din siyang pinuntahan. Yun nga lang, yung kanila, sa school grounds, kami sa hotel. Siguro nga tama lang din na mainggit siya. Chaka ng venue nila eh.</div>
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I could list a lot more reasons why I don't like him. But since I have lived with him for almost the entirety of my life, I have already learned to adjust. After all, according to my parents, I am the "understanding sibling". Mas matalino daw kasi ako. Sa kanya ang kaguwapuhan, akin ang katalinuhan. Nagpapasalamat naman ako dahil sa aspeto na ito, tanggap niya ang masaklap na katotohanang sadyang smarter ako. Hindi lang niya alam na mas masaklap ito para sa akin dahil mas gusto kong akin ang looks.</div>
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Hindi niya alam na ako ang naiinggit sa dami ng blessings at attention na nakukuha niya. Maambunan lang ako ng mga iyon, masaya na ako. His success is my success too. Kapatid ko siya eh. Pero that doesn't mean that I don't want him crippled still. Gusto ko pa din makita siyang nasa wheelchair because of me.</div>
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Ayaw niya kasi ako pahiramin ng laptop eh! Di na tuloy ako makapag-twitter!Waaaaah!!!!</div>
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Thursday ngayon. As I've said in my previous post, I will be writing something about the reasons why I think McCoi is my greatest love.<br />
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I've only had three boyfriends in the past and sometimes it's difficult not to compare all three. Para sa akin, lahat sila may itsura, pero si McCoi lang ang guwapo. I'm not saying that the first two are ugly. It's just that for me, si McCoi lang talaga ang guwapo. Sorry <a href="http://thelastinnocentman.blogspot.com/2012/01/si-uno-part-1.html" target="_blank">Uno</a> at <a href="http://thelastinnocentman.blogspot.com/2009/11/3rd-party-calling.html" target="_blank">Rey</a>.<br />
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I also believe that McCoi is the smartest. (Sorry ulit Uno at Rey). So far, He is the only partner I had that's well-versed on a lot of topics and issues, add to that the fact that he has his own take or opinion on each of them. Because of this, we never ran out of things to talk about - politics, pop culture, religion. Most of the time our opinions don't meet but we've learned to accept that we have our own stand on things.<br />
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In spite of the differences in opinion and strong stand on certain matters, there are times that he persuaded me to take his side through his actions. Before, I honestly believed that promises were really made to be broken. During the 18-month relationship we shared, never, not even once, did I see him break his promise, to his friends, his family, and to me. That's why when he promised that it won't come out, I agreed to make a video scandal with him. With matching pictures. (Huwag kayong umasa, according to him, na-reformat yung hard drive, can't be retrieved na yung file!)<br />
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Aside from being handsome, smart, opinionated, and being a man of his words, I also like the fact that he puts attention to detail. In one of the countless conversations we had, I may have said to him in passing how I'd love to receive flowers. Not a lot of people know that I'm a sucker for flowers. Baka kasi mapagkamalan, you know. Haha! Previous partners didn't give me flowers, so imagine my surprise when I arrived home and got from him a daisy. I felt like a teenaged <s>bitch</s> girl. Kilig much! Right then and there I wanted to make love with him. He's so sweet!<br />
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But there's nothing any sweeter than the next thing I'll share. This, you'll be able to read next thursday. See you!Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15115278677189706518noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424704706580135081.post-38446675431167822642012-04-10T12:06:00.000+08:002012-04-10T12:06:00.054+08:00Imaginary Interview: Greatest Love (1)<br />
Simple lang akong magsulat. Hindi mabulaklak ang aking mga akda. Wala akong mga ginagamit na salitang kailangan pang hanapin sa dictionary.com ang kahulugan. Sa madaling sabi, maganda ako.<br />
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<i>Anong connect? </i><br />
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Wala. Gusto ko lang sabihin na maganda ako, sing ganda ni Anne curtis, ang kaisa-isang taong sinubscribe ko sa FB page ko.<br />
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<i>Bakit naman napasok si Anne Curtis sa usapan?</i><br />
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Wala. Pakialam mo ba? Blog mo? Actually meron, Naalala ko kasi si Anne dahil birth month ni McCoi ngayong April.<br />
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<i>Oh Eh ano ngayon kung birth month ni McCoi? Asan ang connection dun?</i><br />
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Kung hindi ka intrimitida at patatapusin mo muna ang sinasabi ko, makikita mo din ang koneksyon. So chill.<br />
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As I was saying, she reminds me of McCoi. There was this interview she had where she mentioned something about "greatest love". Sabi niya na si Sam Milby ang kanyang "greatest love". Tulad niya, I believe I found my "greatest love"in McCoi. Si McCoi ang Sam Milby sa Anne Curtis ko. Bukod dun, siyempre naaalala ko si Anne curtis bilang maganda nga siya tulad ko di ba?<br />
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<i>Annebisyosa!</i><br />
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Nagtatanong ka lang, bawal mag-react. Capisce?<br />
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*End of Interview with my bipolar self.*<br />
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Mahaba-haba na ang post, lagpas 140 characters na, puwede na dito sa blogger. Anyways, isa lang naman talaga ang gusto ko ipahatid sa post na ito eh. I just wanted to let everyone know that I am dedicating the next three Thursdays of this month on posts that will answer the question why I consider McCoi as my one "greatest love". That's it. Nothing follows. End of story.<br />
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Erase! Erase! Erase!<br />
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Gusto ko din pala sabihin na Maganda ako. Ayun. Period.<br />
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Nasa Baguio, CamSur, Boracay, Palawan, Bohol o Camiguin ba siya?<br />
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Sa US of A, Hong Kong, Singapore o Macau kaya?<br />
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Mababasa ba ito sa stash mo ng Comics, Novels o Tula?<br />
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O baka naman sa tinatago mong erotica?<br />
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Di kaya sa movies like Feng Shui, Sukob o Saw 1 to 7?<br />
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Puwede din siguro sa M2M Porn, di ba?<br />
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Tumabambay din kaya siya sa Malate, Obar o Epitome?<br />
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Nagpapa-spa kaya siya sa Wensha or nagpapamasahe sa Queerosity?<br />
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Member din kaya siya ng Fitness, Gold's o Slimmers?<br />
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Siguro nadun siya sa mainit, at minsan wet, na dampi ng halik ni papi.<br />
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Mararamdaman ba natin siya sa gabi-gabing PnP, one night stand o orgy?<br />
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Baka nakikita din siya sa araw-araw na pagsasarili.<br />
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Nagtatago ba siya sa closet tulad ko?<br />
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Or out in the open tulad mo?<br />
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Bakit ko nga ba tinatanong 'to?<br />
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Nakita ko naman na siya<br />
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Happiness is within me kaya!<br />
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Kung ikaw di mo pa siya nakikita,<br />
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Tara samahan kita!<br />
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Happy Easter! =)Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15115278677189706518noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424704706580135081.post-10420033512955286922012-04-07T00:06:00.001+08:002012-04-07T00:06:00.494+08:00Simple Together<div>Daddy ko,<br />
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I don't want to sound too formal to you today, but I'd like you to know that this post is not made for me to retaliate on what you did the day after my birthday. Having said that, I'd like to wish you a very happy birthday! Welcome to the adult world! Your teenage years are over. You were twenteen nine yesterday, You're thirty today.<br />
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Selfish as this may sound, I'd like to ask something for me today too. I am requesting this from you because I know that you will have the maturity to accept what I want. I am asking this from you too because it is only you who can grant me this wish.<br />
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You know that I am afraid of really telling what's on my mind. I can't stand seeing in your eyes confusion, anger or sadness if I say this to you personally. Hence, this piece. I hope you know that I wanted to see in there only happiness.<br />
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A couple of days ago, you shared this song - Simple Things - on your facebook page. I'd like to tell you that the lyrics hit close to home. It seemed like every word, every phrase was created for the sole purpose of bringing back memories I shared with you. You know I don't like listening to music but this one, I must admit, evoked feelings I've been hiding deep inside. This song made me cry.<br />
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The song reminded me what we could have been. We could have been sexy together - always felt like that whenever we stroll around Session. We could have been genius together - imagine two smart people brought together, we could have been limitless together. But above all these, We could have been happy together. If only we're still together.<br />
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The happiness you gave left a lasting impression on me and I couldn't bear to think about the possibility that I might not get that from anyone else now that we're already separated that's why I agreed to make a pact with you.<br />
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I know you don't believe on this, but I promised you forever once more when circumstances beyond our control change. Now, I believe that those will remain beyond our reach. We will never be able to control them. For this, I ask you to relieve me of keeping the promise of forever. I can no longer give that to you.<br />
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I am sorry.<br />
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Today, I ask for you to not think about the promise anymore. As you turn a year wiser, I ask for you to concentrate more on everything else you ever hoped for. I wish that they may all come true.<br />
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I know that you'll understand. I'm never good in keeping promises. One thing holds true though.<br />
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I still love you.<br />
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Always will. On this, you can count on.<br />
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Happy Birthday!<br />
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Love,<br />
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Daddy mo.<br />
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I don't want to shed tears anymore that's why this is what I'll play for you.<br />
This song still puts a smile on my face, and you know why.<br />
I love you.<br />
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<embed></embed>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15115278677189706518noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424704706580135081.post-21678812398546495882012-04-01T17:55:00.000+08:002012-04-01T17:55:00.336+08:00It's Never Too LateI have been sitting idle for the past three months because, frankly, I don't really know what to do. I lost focus after a heartbreak. Let's leave it at that kasi hindi naman yun ang gusto ko isulat ngayon.<br /><br />I need to refocus. I need to restart. It's never too late even if three months has passed. Hindi pa naman huli ang lahat para gumawa ng listahan ng mga gusto kong gawin sa susunod na siyam na buwan di ba?<br /><br />So, to start this month, let me share you the things I need to change and goals I want to achieve before the year ends.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">On Health</span><br /><br />Before the year ends, I'd like to be physically fit. I will start eating healthy. I will eat more fruits and vegetables,the real ones. I will visit the doctor for the long-delayed follow-up on my hyperthyroid. I will take up a new sport and start running, join the bandwagon probably. But definitely I will start hitting the gym again. I'll make myself irresitable again. Hohoho! And for the nth time, I'll try quitting smoking, again. I am claiming that this year, I'll be successsful.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">On Relationships</span><br /><br />I will build new friendships and revisit old ones. I have been a hermit for too long. Hopefully, I can start dating again. Who knows, I might find THE one this time.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">On Finances</span><br /><br />It's long overdue but now I need to find a new employer. When I'm working again, I will see to it that at least 20% of my income goes to my savings. Also, this year I will look for alternative sources of income.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">On Recreation</span><br /><br />Life will be boring if I will continue to do the things that I have been doing, so this year I will try out new things and set myself out for new adventures. I don't find watching a movie worthwhile, this year, maybe I should. For me, a book is uninteresting, but it will be if it will be my only companion on a retreat to a secluded beach somewhere in Palawan or Bohol maybe.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">On Blogging</span><br /><br />Hopefully, I won't leave blogging again. I am daring myself to write at least ten posts per month until the end of the year. This year, too, when I'm able to buy myself a nice camera, I will start sharing snapshots I'll take of anything that I find interesting. I will keep this blog simple and personal. I will keep sharing happiness.<br /><br /><br />Today's April Fools, but right now, there's no fooling around. Ten months na akong ganyan. That's already enough. I know with a pinch of perseverance and a dash of humor, I'll be able to make the remainder of the year a hearty feast. <br /><br />So help me God. Thank you!<br /><br />I love you all!Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15115278677189706518noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424704706580135081.post-30414097775357949132012-03-31T13:45:00.002+08:002012-03-31T14:52:36.028+08:00Ang Akin Lang EhI'm sure, marami na ang nakakaalam sa istorya nung limang estudyante mula sa isang catholic school sa Cebu. Sa mga hindi pa nakakaalam, Try niyo minsan manood ng TV Patrol, 24 Oras, Bandila o Saksi ha? Hindi yung puro Walang Hanggan, Dong Yi o Porn ang pinapanood okay?<br /><br />Anyways, I heard from the grapevine that these 16 year olds were barred from attending their school's graduation rites dahil they made suot skimpy bikinis while on the beach. <br /><br />The heck I care? <br /><br />Mga pechay kaya sila. <br /><br />Mas okay pa kung si Paulo Avelino ang makikita kong wearing nothing but his tighty whities no! Come to think of it, ano nga bang masama kung makikitang naka-swimwear ang mga dalagitang hindi pinayagang umattend ng graduation nila? Nasa tabing dagat naman sila. Mas pangit naman yata kung naka longsleeves at maong jeans sila doon, or worse, yung mga madreng thunders na ang makikita mong naka two piece di ba?<br /><br />Because the parents of these girls didn't approve of the schools decision, off they went to the courts and sought an order to have these poor little kids join their commencement exercises. Nothing in the news said they tried to first appeal the school's decision. Nonetheless, these parents got what they want - the court order.<br /><br />Ang problema, the school ignored the order. Nakipagmatigasan sila. Sing tigas ng mga batuta ng mga Guardo Versoza nila. Sana nandoon ako para mahagkan sila. Not the appealing guards ha? These hapless kids of course. Char!<br /><br />Ngayon, sa pinaka-latest na chismis, nagpa-plano na ang mga magulang ng mga kabataang ito na magsampa ng kasong kriminal laban sa naturang paaralan. According to them, the school should have heeded the order of the court. Ayan tuloy, pumapangit na ang image ng exclusive school na ito sa mata ng madlang people. Naiimagine ko tuloy ang mga susunod na headline in the near future. Catholic School, Nagsara Dahil sa Demanda. Catholic School, Nalugi Dahil sa Bikini.<br /><br /><br />Nang Dahil sa Bikini.<br /><br /><br />Or is it just that?<br /><br /><br />Mayroon kasi akong source na pangalanan na lang nating "Google" ang nagsabi na kaya daw hindi pinayagan umattend ng graduation ang mga chikiting pechays na ito ay dahil sa nakuhanan din silang umiinom at naninigarilyo. Take note, these kids are minors. Where are the parents?<br /><br /><br />Moral of the story?<br /><br />Una, i-Google muna bago magsalita.<br /><br />Pangalawa, Kapag may problema kayo. Dumirecho sa husgado.<br /><br />Pangatlo, Kunsintihin ang mga minor de edad na magbisyo as young as possible.<br /><br />At panghuli, Si Paulo Avelino lang ang may karapatang mag-bikini sa beach. Bawal ang babae. Lalo na ang mga madre.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />PS<br /><br />Request ko din po na paki-switch off ang inyong tablet, iPad, laptop, o desktop matapos basahin ito bilang pakikisali sa taunang selebrasyon ng Earth Hour. Let's help save the environment. Take part in this largest annual environmental event in the whole world! - Mark Joe, former Miss Earth. Charlot!Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15115278677189706518noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424704706580135081.post-86497489809960515232012-03-29T15:55:00.000+08:002012-03-29T15:55:00.355+08:00Not The Usual MeOne downside to being the resident comic among your friends is that sometimes they never treat you seriously even if you are going through tough times.<br /><br />"Pare, na-rape ako." <br /><br />"Kelan ka pa nagkaroon ng kipay? Hahaha!"<br /><br />"Tol, may anak yata ako."<br /><br />"Ilang buwan ka nagbuntis? Sampu? LOLs!"<br /><br />Maybe I should also blame myself. I make light of every iniquitous predicament I'm in. I can make a sour situation turn sweet. I see the good in the bad. The imperfect becomes perfect. The deficient, ample.<br /><br />Sometimes, when life's BS is more than enough to bear, a hearty laugh from a friend isn't enough. Sometimes, a pat on the shoulders and the words "This will pass" are all that I need to get me through.<br /><br />Right now, I need the tap and the words. But a hearty laugh will still suffice. Ngayon ko lang kasi nalaman na S-L-A-M-B-O-O-K ang tamang spelling.<br /><br />Akala ko SLUMBOOK. Sheemas!Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15115278677189706518noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424704706580135081.post-840984691746217932012-03-28T05:55:00.009+08:002012-03-29T03:13:15.078+08:00The Lady is Now A DaddyAll of my friends knew that I dabbled into straight relationships.<br /><br />Not everyone though, especially those I met afer I came out, knows that I cohabitated with an ex for a while. <br /><br />Let me give her a name - Yna. You can blame her for me being a frustrated <a href="http://thelastinnocentman.blogspot.com/2012/03/season-of-beauty.html#comment-form">beauty queen</a>. Kidding aside, she was a real beauty. She was 4th runner-up at a provincial pageant in Abra. Cheap one may say, but at least she was able to compete and get a title. Her body was everything I wanted in a lady. She had all the right curves. She's like Gretchen Fulido. She loved it when I tell her she's appetizing. Ang sarap kainin. <br /><br />Gorgeous body aside, She's also smart. But not as smart as me. Ching! She had pretty decent grades when she was in college, and emotionally, I guess she was smarter than me. She opened herself to others more than I did. She was the more conversational, outgoing and aventurous between us two. Come to think of it, she initiated <span style="font-weight:bold;">it</span> more that I did. I didn't know if it was me or just her hormones that triggered her to request <span style="font-weight:bold;">it</span> mostly at unimaginable places (read: public utility vans) or uncompromising situations (like: hotel room shared with friends). Every single time I'd deliver. Ehem!<br /><br />Not everything was all rosy and happy for both of us though. The relationship started to fall apart when she told me that one of her male friends confessed to her his true feelings. Memories from a failed relationship that involved a third party came crawling back. That's when I began my distrust on her. I wouldn't let her go out without me, I'd let her do the laundry all by herself. I knew that words were far more devastating than physical pain. I never laid a finger on her. That was my strategy. That's how insecurity got the best out of me. The usual jolly and positive tigress turned into a scared wimpy kitten, and it was because of me.<br /><br />Despite her assurance that I was the only one and that there was nothing between her and the friend, I stuck to the misguided belief that she was cheating. The vices I introduced to her became her own. She turned to nightly alcohol binges and became addicted to tobacco. I let her slip away. Eventually she gave in. We separated but still lived together.<br /><br />I never stopped treating her like a bitch. I'd take my turn on her after her boyfriend leaves the house. When I got tired of the set up, I packed up my things and left her, giving her no explanations.<br /><br />After few months without communication, I chanced upon her walking aimlessly along Session Road. She was drunk. I invited her to my place and had a couple more drinks. She told me that she already had another partner but she wasn't happy. I told her too that that night was the first night that I officially had a girlfriend that replaced her. That's when everything turned nasty. She started hurling invectives at me for being an ass. I couldn't care less. She was still the object that I treated like before.<br /><br />In between sobs and curses, I remained indifferent. At the end of the seemingly endless rant, anger and bitterness, came the statement that struck me.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I still love you</span>. She cried.<br /><br />Maybe it was the alcohol(again). I don't know, but I started to kiss the crying lady in front of me and started to guide her body on the carpeted living room floor. We started to undress each other like there was no tomorrow. We were like a couple on a honeymoon passionately making love with each other. I remember seeing her so calm and serene while we shared what was to be our last night together. I came inside her. She said the words again, I didn't know if I said <span style="font-style:italic;">I love you</span> back<br /><br />And then the lights turned on. I didn't know that my friend whom I shared the pad with was inside. I froze. So did Yna. We pretended to be asleep. We dressed ourselves up when my friend went back to his room. <br /><br />The next morning, I woke up not with her but with a painful headache and a nosy roommate who commented on something big. I just didn't know if he pertained to my junk or her rack. <br /><br />The days went by too fast. I already wanted to end my relationship with my girlfriend after two consecutive forgotten monthsaries. Being with her became more of a chore. I wanted to break up with her but I couldn't. Yna was right, I was an asshole. I wanted to atone for my sins but I couldn't. I didn't know where she stayed and mutual friends wouldn't let me know any contact details. They just said that Yna was already to be married. <br /><br />One day, one of our mutual friends called me. A different voice was at the other end of the line. It was Yna. She didn't answer my question when I asked her how she was. What she said was this:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Hinding hindi mo makikita itong bata."</span><br /><br />And then the line went dead.<br /><br />Seven months after, the same number called again, this time the voice was the owner's:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"It's a boy".</span>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15115278677189706518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-424704706580135081.post-37369951640468434672012-03-26T05:55:00.003+08:002012-03-26T05:55:00.123+08:00The Girl is Now A LadyI am the kind of person who likes variety. Just like everyone else, I think, I'm naturally curious. I like to try new things and explore exciting possibilities. That's why when I grew tired of being vegetarian, I tried out eating meat.<br /><br />Siguro sa title at intro pa lang alam na kung ano ang aking ikukuweto sa araw na ito. Dahil naikuwento ko na ang unang pagdampi ng aking mga labi sa isang naghuhumindig na tit*, ang isasalaysay ko naman ngayon ay ang sakit na idinulot sa akin ng unang pagkakataon nang <s>chicharong</s> bulaklak ko'y nalamon. May sukat at tugma lang? Just can't get over the poem I wrote.<br /><br />Masakit pala talaga siya. Malamang dahil nakapaskil sa pintong yun ay "Exit", hindi "Entrance". Dahil sadya din akong hindi stereotypical, hinayaan kong magpapasok sa lugar na hindi naman talaga natural na pinapasukan. At kahit hindi ko man totoong gusto, wala akong nagawa dahil mahina ako. When barbells, dumbells and weights were still foreign to me, I was just a skinny twink. Para lang akong tuyot na dahon na konting ihip lang ng hangin eh liliparin na agad.<br /><br />I met John on one of the mobile chat services a phone company offers. We traded numbers and MMS's, and both agreed that we passed each other's standards. After a few days of sweet and chummy exchange of messages, we decided to personally meet. At first I felt akward because he wasn't the "manly" person I pictured him to be. Sure he was tall and muscular and all, but there was still something wrong. I guess it was with the way he talked and carried himself. I don't know. He was a bit too "faggy" for me. Homophobia is so gay ain't it? <br /><br />It was a bit of a surprise for me to have accepted his offer to hang out at his place after a brief stroll in Luneta. Yes, tama ang nabasa niyo, jologs na kung jologs. Trip ko eh, wala namang basagan. Going on, Maybe because it was my first time to meet a guy and I was still not comfortable being seen with one who, for me, looked too effeminate. Maybe I wanted us to just be cooped up in a private place where no one can see us. Maybe because I liked the way our conversations went, or maybe I was just, ironically, too horny. I don't know.<br /><br />We continued our conversation when we arrived at his pad. I didn't know how the topic was opened but I started sharing to him how inexperienced I was with man-to-man hoorays. Birhen pa talaga ako noon, pramis! I think I told him that I haven't been entered through the backdoor. Maybe that was his cue. That night, he turned a girl into one beautiful lady.<br /><br />Unlike sa first experience ko, this time no alcohol was involved, so lahat ng sensasyon at kahayukang nangyari ay aware ako.<br /><br />Aware ako kung paano niya pinilit na hubarin ang damit ko.<br /><br />Aware ako kung paano maghabol ng hininga matapos ka sakalin ng may 5 minute interval.<br /><br />Aware ako kung paano ako magmakaawang ayoko na dahil masakit.<br /><br />Aware din ako kung paano sabihan ng masasamang salita habang tinitira't sinasampal-sampal. Di ko nga lang nabilang kung ilang beses akong nasabihan ng word na "puta".<br /><br />Aware ako na hindi "beautiful lady" ang kalalabasan ko, "battered lady" na.<br /><br />Most importantly, Aware din ako sa sinabi ko matapos akong babuyin. "Your turn".<br /><br />He declined. Malaki daw kasi. Compared sa kanya, oo. Umuwi ako noong masakit ang puwet at puson.<br /><br />What have I learned from this? It was the realization that I truly belong. Bakla nga ako. Nagustuhan ko kasi yung experience. Yun lang.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15115278677189706518noreply@blogger.com22