tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71127960428024449322024-03-14T12:32:33.918+08:00Ang mga Kagilagilalas na Pakikipagsapalaran ni Palakang PetotAt ng mga Echuserang FrogletsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725373307670909078noreply@blogger.comBlogger179125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112796042802444932.post-50332627123867347692014-01-06T10:42:00.001+08:002014-01-06T10:49:43.365+08:00Maryang Palad<center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JjctyHN4KzI/UsoYZWlPuOI/AAAAAAAAdKo/NyExn70u7vE/%25255BUNSET%25255D.jpg width="251" height="320"/></center>
Maryang palad,
Maryang palad,
Kantot ng mga dukha!
Dukha ka pa bang
Matatawag
Kung ang ari mo
Ang ari ko,
At ari niya
At ari nating lahat?
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Liyad ng liyad ang Siamese Cat naming si Ming Ming Nyaw habang nanunuod ng Koreanovela sa desktop ang pamangkin kong si Iggy. Naglalandi ang pusa ng kapatid ko tuwing nakikita ang pamangkin konsa hindi maipaliwanag na kadahilanan.
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Akmang magpapakamot ang pusa na gulong nang gulong at liyad nang liyad sapaanan ng pamangkin ko, sanhi para ito damputin ng binata at pagbigyan sa pagkamot. Animong bangkay na pusa ang bet ni Ming Ming, habang parang bimpo lang paghinawan ng malalaking kamao ni Iggy ang katawan ng pusa.
Maya maya ay napahiyaw sa pandidiri ang pamangkin ko.
Kiniskis daw ng pusa ang kanyang likuran at puwerta sa braso nito... and OMg, she's wet.
Bumunghalit sa katatawa ang mga tao sa kuwarto, mula sa kapatid ko hanggang sa nanay ko. Malakas na sadya daw ang sex appeal niya, pero sa mga hayop.
Di bale, next month ibibili na namin si Ming Ming ng partner. Para happy pussy na siya.
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<p>The thing with the heat thesedays,is that it's not like when you're at the beach, and you're in danger of the sun burning your skin, because it is aimed at you so acutely and in full blast, there is no time for my allergies to react to that. But this time, I noticed being submerged in my own heated space in a period of time, with the temperature slowly rising, and the air pressure slowly increasing.... It feels like you're skin is slowly broiled.</p>
<p>Broiled is an accuarte term to whatmy skin looks like at themoment. It's triggered one of my deeply hidden allergies I haven't confronted for years. Skin Asthma. </p>
<p>Worse, I tend to scratch it even in my sleep. I work at nights, you see, so I sleep during the day---yes, when the heat slowly cooks you until the afternoons.</p>
<p>I have even installed curtains, and--- well, inadvertedly tore off a door in my frustration against the heat.</p>
<p>It is unbearable, and an added stress to my already stressfull life. I really wish for rain, and I swear I will bathe in the first real outpour of rain.</p>
<p>They say, the prickly heat you earned all summer can be cured by the first rain of may, called la agua de mayo.</p>
<p>It also doesnt help that Solaris One has such a crappy airconditioning system. It is so hot, my allergies break out even at work. </p>
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<p>When Please Be Careful with my Heart aired first time, the first impression I had was, "Dear God, not another kilig show," but I've noticed, a few points why I think it's a lot better than all of these other telenovelas.</p>
<p>IT'S LESS STRESSFULL. <br>
All of these other Telenovelas and series feature twins separated from birth, then fighting each other, a trend so powerful even Darna and Valentina became twins at one time. The term is gasgas, and tired. The bulk of these shows do not make us laugh, but gather a lot of stress that we hate the antagonist too much. I was witness at one point when my mom's blood pressure shot up just by watching a very confronting scene from a telenovela.</p>
<p>Then these bastards switch to a commercial to ensure you of a heart attack.</p>
<p>We still have commercials on this show, but the values are eminent everyday. There are no vampires, no conglomerates taking over companies, no hateful siblings, no disasters, well not unlike the ones you and I experience aeryday in reality anyway. The most comforting part of it is that all of the characters love some other character in a way, whether it's family or a love interest. And the feeling of kilig it brings people is so much better than the stress of hating an arch rival...</p>
<p>IT DOES'NT PROMOTE HATE.<br>
Do you remember Katherine and Scarlett? How about Celina? Oh let's not forget Magkaribal's banters. They are pretty catchy, I loved playing these scenes on YouTube... But really, what message do these rivalries teach us? That it's posh to have an arch rival? That there are more ways to humiliate an opponent? That there isn't such a thing as forgiveness and letting go, unless your lease with the network is over and you have to end the series, and that always, the most satisfactory way of getting over a wrong doing is when the villain dies in the GORIEST, MOST VILE MANNER POSSIBLE. </p>
<p>Truly, that doesnt happen in real life either, you hate, you get an arch rival, yiu both grow old, you both have lives separate from each other, no matter how much you make each other miserable.</p>
<p>You really wanna make an arch rival miserable forever? You marry him. That will surely work.</p>
<p>Again, no arch rivals, not even an other woman, well, not yet, but I'm sure, there isn't any need for that following the plot. It is so family oriented, and values are shown everyday.</p>
<p>POSITIVE CHARACTERS<br>
I like the fact that Maya's character is one that's strong willed, idustrious, yet she is NOT assuming. A lot of characters are a certain mix, charming, weak sometimes, unsure, torn... Maya knows what she wants, and thatenough is conflict, because just like you and me, she can be slightly torn when thinking about the people she loves, but there are no hysterics, no drama, no big shows... everything is just as they would be in real life.</p>
<p>I am not an expert, after all, I watch reruns of this show, or watch them from the web with my sister when I have time. But for a person who never watches TV or believes in most of the junk I watch on it, I highly recommend this fine gem of a show and hope some other network or producers catch on it and see how this type of thing can be better for everybody.</p>
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<p>I look at life this way... Fuzzy, hazy, and half awake...</p>
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<br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725373307670909078noreply@blogger.com0Barangay Zamora, City of Meycauayan, Philippines14.7355094 120.955363814.7201529 120.9356228 14.750865899999999 120.9751048tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112796042802444932.post-24049915298604555082012-02-20T14:04:00.001+08:002012-02-20T14:04:25.688+08:00Now I Remember Why I Don't Like Formspring <p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left' style='clear:both;'>It has really poor privacy settings, and awful, ill-mannered people ask you stuff just to illicit a response, just like "Usedtobeasympathizer" they're trippers. He was asking me if he pissed me off, well hell no, you're a faceless, twit. I doubt you ever knew me. You base your knowledge on something written like AGES ago. You don't know the person behind the frog, and you never will.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' style='clear:both;'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-7M1yf8mqyQI/T0HiZLmcUDI/AAAAAAAALow/5PM6dEcPj_s/bloggerPlus.jpg'></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left' style='clear:both;'>The fact that you're ACTUALLY ASSUMING "Napuruhan" alo whatever that means is funny.<br><br>I'm sorry, but you're thinking of an entirely different person.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725373307670909078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112796042802444932.post-69444618037889760212012-02-12T05:07:00.001+08:002012-02-12T05:07:18.021+08:00Don't Read My Blog if You Don't Have a Sense of Humor <p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left' style='clear:both;'>As if you haven't noticed, everything here is sarcastic. There's an ounce of salt, a cup of saffron and a gallon of bitterness in my posts. <br><br>Now I haven't written in a while. i'm not in a contest. I write to keep my sanity; what I tell you, is PRIVILEDGED INFORMATION. These are thoughts I have that I don't share in real life. If you think this is some sirt of cult where I am asking for sympathy, thank you very much but I dont need it. <br><br>Besides, you usually keep your sympathy to yourselves</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' style='clear:both;'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-EA-LXjDu5go/TzbYgfEAlPI/AAAAAAAALog/jlyvF-UaL18/bloggerPlus.jpg'></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left' style='clear:both;'>Mr-used-to-be-a-sympathizer, for example, feels very much betrayed and angered by a post I made.<br><br>First of all, I have no clue who or what you are, so your 'sympathy' doesnt really matter to me. We will never be friends because you read my blog, felt sympathy, then went on with your life.<br><br>Instead, the minute I 'disappoint' you, you suddenly felt the urge to be felt!<br><br>I suddenly became indebted to your sympathy... That which, should you have made felt instead, would have been able to avert your disappointment.<br><br>I think you are funny.<br><br>I even wondered if I ever turned you down one time, to feel such hostility over my post. The people whom I spoken against, really deserved it. <br><br>Maybe I do too, when you pour your disgust when I said I tried to be a poser, was successful enough, and liked it.<br><br>But i can't apologize.<br><br>I really liked it when I posed. It felt GOOD. <br><br>I don't do it anymore, but whilst I was posing as another person in Grindr, IT FELT AMAZINGLY GOOD.<br><br>I have no regrets.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725373307670909078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112796042802444932.post-43079810540730451432012-01-09T09:27:00.001+08:002012-01-09T09:27:37.041+08:00Gooey's Day Off FAIL. <p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Jamie kept ringing my phone at 3am.<br><br>"Where are our friends?!?"<br><br>"I dunno. I called Jayvee, Aig and her are going to a wake."<br><br>"What wake?"<br><br>"Paul's dad died. Huling gabi ngayon."<br><br>"Seriously? So sino kasama mo? Where's Jamilla?"<br><br>"She's not answering her phone. Someone was ringing me, but when I called back, there was this wierd ringback,"<br><br>"So where are you?"<br><br>"I went home. I charged my pod, I fell asleep."<br><br>"You're not going out?" she asked with a sad voice.<br><br>I made that sound I do when I'm not sure what to say, "Mmnn, nah. I tried my luck at B Side, I got bored.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-3iB0HVJPpiQ/TwpCXz6HZ2I/AAAAAAAALjY/O6Qs0qsGE2A/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>The truth of the matter was, I planned to go out. I vowed myself I'd party this ONE REST DAY I have, eventhough it's a Sunday.<br><br>I even went to the parlor and had what's left of my hair trimmed; I went to the laundromat to collect BOTH my clothes and Jamie's.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-H7Gp9yie28E/TwpCg1ZeUfI/AAAAAAAALkA/w0WH0Yilks4/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>I frikin' got my bald head shampooed at the parlor. I WAS PREPARED.<br><br>And come 11:00pm, I was at KFC.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-oox1-XdIVLw/TwpCfTdYd6I/AAAAAAAALj4/n05-j2Nd_y0/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>I remember staring at this cute daddy, thinking, 'are those all his kids? He must be so yummy that hia wife let him fuck her all that much... And such rich sperm!'<br><br>Mmmm mmm mmm mmmm.<br><br>Fuck nuts, I wanted to party.<br><br>I thought of calling Jamilla coz we planned to go to Sensation. But hey, the phone just simply rang. So I texted Jamie. I called Jayvee.<br><br>She was in the office, hanging out with Aighel. I could hear his calls.<br><br>They couldn't go out; they were going to a wake after his shift.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-0A84gJA8_Xc/TwpCZxpfanI/AAAAAAAALjg/ZFWU-kp4ldo/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>I was torn.<br><br>Monster ain't able to party with his friends. I wanted to go to Malate. Theguys there let me grope them on the dance floor. There might be action.<br><br>Then I realised, I just git pickpocketed there last week; This group of boys surrounded me and pinched my wallet; Had I not taken one of the boys and held him until they spit the wallet out, I would have lost my IDs. <br><br>The wallet was returned empty, but all my cards were there. They all ran away.<br><br>I wasn't going to go there alone.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-fI_EUNPHoJg/TwpCbB4544I/AAAAAAAALjo/SfuXbmiAg00/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>I went to B Side, but realised, fucknuts, every single guy was either straight, taken, or annoyingly conceited. Loved the music though, they had torches. (i was like, "ooohhh, fire...")<br><br>Then my ipod drained.<br><br>I wasn't going to stay there with no one to talk to, and nothing to play with (figuratively and literally intended), so I went home to charge my shit.<br><br>I intended to go back, but my melancholy got to me.<br><br>You see, if I weren't the only single person in my circle of friends, I wouldn't have such a hard time hunting for a good time on my rest day. People stay in when they're a couple. <br><br>Heck, Jayvee was hanging out in te LAST place you'd wanna hang out on your rest day --- the office, with Aighel, and she doesn't mind.<br><br>I drew a face on my pillow so there's a face on it when I cuddle it.<br><br>It was HORRIBLE going back to the apartment. I felt DEFEATED. <br><br>I felt like a fisherman who went out to sea to catch fish, and there weren't any. Or a wolf who couldn't hunt.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-sDqRHuZAFFs/TwpCdKLMZ2I/AAAAAAAALjw/KmpX7bT_btE/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>I woke up from a call on my phone. It was Jamie.<br><br>"oh ok, I'm coming home, then, if you're not gonna drink."<br><br>A few minutes later, she was knocking on the door. She bought ice cream and demanded we wake Rachel and Leigh upstairs.<br><br>We found out Mattex had come back from CDO. We ate the ice cream Jamie bought.<br><br>"Go get yourself a boyfriend, Gooey."<br><br>I was rolling my eyes, thinking, "HOW?!?"<br><br>"You need a boyfriend."<br><br>I didn't reply. She finished her icecrean and crawled on Mattex' bed. Soon she was snoring.<br><br>She's atill there as I'm writing this.<br><br>And so touched I have friends like her, Cojo reminded me on my Facebook wall I have amazing friends... I can always crash Rache's and Mattex' pad anytime.<br><br>But yeah. Gooey needs a boyfriend.<br><br>Or at least get laid on his days off.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725373307670909078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112796042802444932.post-73875840063427201182012-01-05T02:06:00.001+08:002012-01-05T02:06:45.543+08:002012 <p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Excited na ako sa kalalabasan ng taon na ito. This is one of the most awaited years in history. Kagaya ng 1984 na nobela ni HG Wells, kung saan dinescribe niya kung ano malamang ang buhay natin nung panahon na iyon. Madami sa hula niya ay tama. Kagaya ng year 2000, kung saan naranasan nating tatlo ang zero sa taon, at marami ang nagsasabing End of the World na.<br><br>Pero kakaiba ang 2012. Ilang libong taon nang hinihintay ang taon na ito. Ito ang katapusan ng Mayan Calendar. Ito rin daw ang katapusan ng mundong alam natin.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-8fcqvBufSco/TwSVJP9s9JI/AAAAAAAALis/vxpJ7yTHP5k/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Madami ang nagsasabi'ng hindi naman daw katapusan ng mundo ang 2012. Ito daw ay RENEWAL. <br><br>Marami sa ating mga pananaw at kalinangan ang magbabago, dahilan kung saan lahat ng alam natin noon ay magwawakas.<br><br>I know right?<br><br>Bigyan ko na ba kayo ng shovel para hukayin ang ibig kong sabihin?<br><br>Hehehe.<br></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-GVLF2ka9Wbc/TwSVMY8Eu3I/AAAAAAAALi8/PdhOFRNL0OU/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Ganito kasi iyon: ang mundo ay madumi na. Madami nang tao, madami nang hayop, madami nang lumaspag dito. Imaginin mo naman ang isang babaeng ni rape ng isanglibong construction workers.<br><br>Sandali lang, nag iimagin pa ko. Andaming construction workers nun. Nomnomnomnom...</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-IQDALbGqiw0/TwSVIOOdqXI/AAAAAAAALik/ap7Kd5sQgqM/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Ang una niyang gagawin ay MALILIGO.<br><br>Nakapanood na kayo ng mga rape victims sa pelikula? Yung matapos siya pagsamantalahan, o makipag sex sa lalaking ayaw nila, magkukulong sa banyo, bubuksan ang shower, at magkukuskos ng magkukuskos? Tapos iiyak?<br><br>"Ang dumi dumi ko!"<br><br>"Hindi maalis ang dumi niya sa akin!"<br><br>I know, madrama right?</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Qd-1VS_HY3o/TwSVKu_RCnI/AAAAAAAALi0/cLS_ZeTrur4/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Sa kagustuhan mong luminis, kailangan mong iwan ang maraming bagay. <br><br>Kailangan mong kalimutan.<br><br>Kahit mahal mo pa siya.<br><br>Kung sinisira ka ng isang bagay na mahal mo, kailangan mo nang tigilan itong mahalin.<br><br>Kailangan iwan mo na siya.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ffsXGugxLZU/TwSVGAtrFHI/AAAAAAAALic/uHaguu_Uk6w/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>At karaniwan, ang sakit na mararamdaman mo dahil doon, ang pakiramdam mo ay ito na ang Katapusan ng Mundo.<br><br>Ang hindi mo alam, kapag nagawa mo na ito, ito rin ang simula ng mas magagandang mga bagay para sa iyo.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725373307670909078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112796042802444932.post-12635467835047285142012-01-02T16:34:00.001+08:002012-01-02T16:34:16.052+08:00Happy New Year 2012 <p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>My first post for 2012.<br><br>2012 is so wierd. It doesnt feel like a new year at all.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HjPTGZ4PNSE/TwFcwBeExhI/AAAAAAAALiI/N4o4HfiKvu0/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Ayala wasn't as filled up as before. Lotsa white people, lotsa mediterranean guys, but where are the locals? And almost every other person brought his dog?!?<br><br>Are we ever so lonely that animals will start to take the place of our loved ones?</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-t0jrmKodBS4/TwFcy0xDhFI/AAAAAAAALiQ/t1Zs5kv6-04/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>I was staring at the floating lanterns (parang Rapunzel lang, without hair) and the fireworks, and I thought, "Fine, you're not the only lonely person, at least in Makati."<br></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-14femrdm34o/TwFcph6LHMI/AAAAAAAALho/0brApM0WWtU/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-kh9M_L_vXR4/TwFcu2kz3RI/AAAAAAAALiA/1VoqfgbV1P4/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-msFR3ZLdv6w/TwFcaZEUaWI/AAAAAAAALhY/KNsoMNqn5fY/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>And when I came back home to Mayapis, I saw all my neighbors outside. I saw where all the people were. </p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-KidasHrWCKc/TwFchbq5i1I/AAAAAAAALhg/Q8rkwu10C0M/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>They were home.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-XSBjHmSmUAs/TwFcsrVx-7I/AAAAAAAALhw/oDyUwjkqkso/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>They were with friends.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TCAWzfo655o/TwFct04TOEI/AAAAAAAALh4/8tGC2YDH-QI/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>They were with family.<br><br>If it's true that this year is the last, I may have spent my last new year alone.<br><br>Fuck you, Mr. Right. You weren't here again.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725373307670909078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112796042802444932.post-88077559589205139382011-12-19T21:48:00.001+08:002011-12-19T21:48:20.742+08:00Totoo Kaya Ito? <p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Lukas Pascual<br>So callboy ka pala talaga kasi may naka chat ako sa Grindr eto sabi:</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LpDslT2ZjdY/Tu9AhoiQ5MI/AAAAAAAALRA/LtEht1yutAo/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-TRelduSMVfs/Tu9AgaV4u_I/AAAAAAAALQ4/3F0DbtRuVrY/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-_y_4TOHoaTk/Tu9Alk0HQAI/AAAAAAAALRg/JoLTTr2O8cA/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9BsaiVCQYXo/Tu9AjYd3WGI/AAAAAAAALRQ/Ql-gq6mhkBU/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-lZ1hf4NdJJ0/Tu9Ak5AEZOI/AAAAAAAALRY/3TGhO73j0nw/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-WfQhiHNhzck/Tu9AilWZ3yI/AAAAAAAALRI/Dkca7fqnJLY/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Vl5Jt4ax-WY/Tu9AfoMab2I/AAAAAAAALQw/pX7gEuWgp6c/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Pokpok ka daw at may jowa ka sa Mandaluyong. Ayoko sana maniwala pero ikaw daw yun e. Sana sinabi mo na lang binayaran na lang kita para kantutin.<br><br>Gago ka, ginalang galang pa kita, AMBABOY mo pala.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725373307670909078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112796042802444932.post-58469490842045049692011-12-18T10:27:00.001+08:002011-12-18T10:27:21.851+08:00Ang Kagilagilalas na Pakikipagsapalaran ng Isang Poser <p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Masarap pala maging isang Poser.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-RBt6ZiKb-wM/Tu1PfJMcOiI/AAAAAAAALQY/mX14JYo00Tk/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>May tumatawag sa iyo na "Baby," "hotstuff," "asawa ko," at kung anu ano pang pet name.<br><br>Hindi bro, hindi tol, hindi "hoy." <br><br>Nagkakandarapa sila makipagkita sa iyo. Nagmamakaawa silang kausapin mo sila.<br><br>Sa buong stay ko sa Grindr, ngayon lang ako inabutan ng lowbatt kaka grind. Pota, na late pa nga ako dahil naaaliw ako sa mga messages e.<br><br>Oo nanloloko ako ng mga tao.<br>Oo ineexpose nila ang mga sarili nila sa akin.<br><br>Pero that is sooo much better than all these fucking years staring at all those closed doors.<br><br>Bigla bigla, may susi ka.<br><br>Bigla bigla, binubuksan nila para sa iyo.<br><br>Alam mo'ng hindi talaga para sa iyo yun, but what's a little mistaken identity?<br><br>Walang galang galang sa taong gutom.<br><br>Magagalit ka ba? E hindi naman ako magkakaganito kung pinagbigyan man lang ako ng kahit isang putanginang nilalang na mahalin man lang ako pabalik?<br><br>I am a Monster. Yes I am. <br><br>But monsters create monsters. Hindi nanganganak ng pusa ang isang aso. Ang HALIMAW, ILULUWAL DIN NG ISA PANG HALIMAW.<br></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-CEdtUefGm4Y/Tu1PdmnlrAI/AAAAAAAALQU/8ux8zezeujM/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>May mga times na may nag confront sa akin, tanong bakit ako ganun. Alam mo, hindi naman nila ako makukumbinsi sa mga dahilan nila, e. E putangina, sa maghapon ba naman ako online, may magmemessage sa iyo na IISANG tao, pag naghanap pa ng ibang pic, effort ka pa hanap ng magandang shot di ba... Tapos hindi ka trip.<br><br>O kaya yung hingi ng hingi ng pic, hingi ng hingi... Naghihintay lang magbigay ka ng pic na hindi maganda anggulo.<br><br>Putangina di ba?<br><br>Yang mga "sana ok ka na soon" <br><br>GAGO KA BA?<br><br>Kung jowain mo na lang ako?<br><br>Yun lang naman makakapagpatigil sa akin sa posing e.<br><br>Kapag nahanap ko na ang taong magmamahal sa akin pabalik.<br><br>At alam ko wala sa Grindr yun. Good luck naman.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Fw3uGm75XWI/Tu1PhoIP_uI/AAAAAAAALQk/jQzoOKRBS8E/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725373307670909078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112796042802444932.post-35005381160228216932011-12-05T12:32:00.001+08:002011-12-05T12:32:54.285+08:00My Life as a Poser<p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>I have a Grindr account. I put my best most recent photograph on it and update it everyday. I get a few comments now and then, but ive only met 2 people in my entire stay; and no sex, no 2nd dates. (although I'd love to)<br><br>One day, this schmück with a torso pic messaged me after I said hi or hoy, a typo:</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-faAj-Kt6JUA/TtlfitIHHVI/AAAAAAAAKyU/YRSsgpUoQ3Q/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>I was devastated. I always thought i was less attractive; but I believed what my friends keep telling me: "IT'S THE PERSONALITY THAT COUNTS, GOOEY"<br><br>And I believed that. I get loads of friends with that belief. FRIENDS, YES. BOYFRIENDS, NO.<br><br>Apparently, still, and it is a rule of engagement in the animal kingdom to look attractive for you to gain a mate.<br><br>Walang hayop sa balat ng lupa ang magsasabi ng katulad ng kanta ni Andrew E. Na HUMANAP KA NG PANGET. E putangina naman e, si Andrew E hindi naman panget ang napangasawa, lahat ng kanta niya tungkol sa magaganda at seksing babae e. Niloloko nyo lang ako e.<br><br>Everything started flooding back; I was in Bulacan all over again, felt ugly and unwanted and all that shit; I felt like killing myself and all the response I ever got was, "You're so nega."<br><br>I closed down my own Grindr account.<br></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-6TG1XeMMDkM/Ttlffg82uBI/AAAAAAAAKyE/x8Q7VVp57no/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>So there I was, sulking and grumbling for a day and a half. I hated my looks I hated how I sounded; how thinning my hair was; how crooked my teeth were; and I rembered someone I hated because he had all that--- he can get away with being an asshole becaue of his looks.<br><br>I rummaged my Picasa® and downloaded a lot of old photos Ive saved. <br><br>I redownloaded Grinder and created a new account.<br><br>Violá.<br><br>I've become a poser.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-RXzoqSYjCRs/TtlfZVtDm4I/AAAAAAAAKxk/SDLEXBLaj58/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>They showed me their face pictures, theur naked shots, their dick pics, pics with cum, they gave me their numbers, their addresses, their HIV statuses. Everything.<br><br>These people wouldn't have given me the time of day jad I provided them my real picture. Heck, between the identity I took and my own identity, i received 300% more messages than I would by being perky.<br><br>And perky is tiring!<br><br>I didn't need to be nice or sensitive because they thought I was attractive. They found me sexy so they didn't take offense at my being forward.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-XF4ffLQv5fk/Ttlfkk87C5I/AAAAAAAAKyc/ucCCZF77k8U/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Seriously, if you have a pretty face, people are MUCH MUCH NICER. this guy has a very depressing profile page in FB, if i wrote that much negativity on my page i'd ibstantly get disses like, "GROW UP." or "YOU'RE SO NEGA."<br><br>But this guy posts his problems on his page(he's bipolar. I knew him) and people send out their love. <br><br>Like, it's discriminatory.<br></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-YsAFnyo67b4/TtlfeN-jLGI/AAAAAAAAKx8/XSKEAVjA3vk/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Like this son of a bitch will care.<br><br>And people will usually say, "oh it's just you.<br><br>EXACTLY. It's me, so I won't be me. You can get what you want an I can get a little bit of what I want pretending to be someone else.<br><br>I've never had so much fun chatting as myself; I simply show another photo and pretend and violá, better treatment. Just loke getting a fake diploma and transcript or license from RECTO. You suddenly can.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/--kkZALicQ5M/TtlfhGnx1vI/AAAAAAAAKyM/pm77wI1mPbk/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Thing is, people who wouldnt show you their faces will OFFER their photos for you to respond to them. It's wierd. I felt like im switching from economy to business class.<br><br>It was UNREAL.<br>Literally and figuratively.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-X4VLdMVR8GE/TtlfmAonVeI/AAAAAAAAKyg/rVKmJKTIB3Q/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>And I do it so well. I told soneone this wasnt me on the profile abd he wouldnt believe me.<br><br>He set up to meet with me today and didn't notice me so I left. Knowing that I told him my true identity and even showed him a photo of my ugly mug, I asked him why he stood me up. He said he didnt and really wanted to see me.<br><br>Apparently to him, GOOEY was the made-up character.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-YqclmWtBYvo/TtlfbE902mI/AAAAAAAAKxs/NYJqekR9KFY/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>I used to ABHOR posers. We treat them like cockroaches, feeding on other people's identities and getting what tey want.<br><br>Actually they don't.<br><br>They can't meet up.<br>They can't reveal themselves.<br>They can't have sex even if they really really like the person they're talking to.<br><br>IT'S REALLY THE RESPECT THEY COULDN'T HAVE BECAUSE WE ARE ALWAYS INCLINED TO BE NICER TO NICER LOOKING PEOPLE. <br><br>Why not look nice?<br><br>Well some people like me can't fake it. We look this way because people keep reminding us that we do. There are days like Valentines, Christmas, New Year, etc, where all of our married and hitched up friends stay with their other halves, and we single folks try to come up with the best diversion so we dont notice it.<br><br>Society--- The gay community in particular puts BEAUTY is such a high pedestal that nothing else matters.<br><br>This guy is ENTIRELY RIGHT:</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-aqH8oj3BteQ/TtlfcbZZJnI/AAAAAAAAKx0/wfiEQohUeic/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725373307670909078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112796042802444932.post-45908827197201721042011-10-02T12:20:00.001+08:002011-10-02T12:20:08.707+08:00Check In... <p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-a1CQvBO6pZ0/Tofl-89cclI/AAAAAAAAJ3g/Hj4BCi-z4HM/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Actually matagal ko nang hinfi nagagamit ang Foursquare ko. Mga ilang buwan, parang itong blogelya ko. Busy kasi ako. Nalipat ako ng LOB sa company namin. Andaming adjustments.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-lfR_0J4U9Vc/TofmTgPKrzI/AAAAAAAAJ3s/4R5TDMMGwZY/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Hindi ko naintindihan noong una anong kabaliwan ang gagawin nyang 'check in' button na yan. Tangina.<br><br>"Bakit ko sasabihin kung nasaan ako?!?"<br><br>Pero andaming naka foursquare. Let me clarify; Andaming gwapo'ng naka foursquare. Kaya ang lola froglet ninyo, nagdownload ng foursquare sa iPod niya at naki check in.<br></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/--Brx7KyzOSI/Tofl_54tr-I/AAAAAAAAJ3k/Krd-RVQdwXQ/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Andami nga'ng gwapo pero andami din palang magjowa. Unti unti akong nanlumo sa mga check ins nila ng sabay.<br><br><i>'At home with @bebehnidaddy'<br><br>'At jollibee with @hunkinbed'<br><br>'Home na ko, @bigbunny!'</i><br><br>May mga lumalandi naman sa akin kahit papaano. Kasi alam ninyo, hindi lamang stalking tool ang Foursquare. Social networking din sya at te same time, alam mo kung nasaan ang taong gusto mong chorvahin.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/--S_Zd9lLq_M/TofmLopL0SI/AAAAAAAAJ3o/hPvT1yfysVQ/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Masaya kung mabilis ang ibternet connection mo. Nakakahabol ka sa mga gimik. Pero nalalaman mo din ang mga lakad ng mga barkada mo na hindi ka isinasama. Lalo na kapag home alone ka lang pag weekend. Naghahanap ka pa ng chorva. Tanging http://xhamster.com lang ang katapat mo. Nakakapafpatampo din.<br><br>At meron din namang times na malalaman mo na halos kapitbahay mo pala ang crush mo! Halos lumundag lundag ka sa tuwa tapos hindi ka naman papansinin.<br></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Vic3eAWoHd4/TofmYfKtfRI/AAAAAAAAJ3w/DeDWuFr3x7I/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Why daw? Huhuhu.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725373307670909078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112796042802444932.post-18521776003247410892011-09-28T00:48:00.001+08:002011-09-28T00:48:59.399+08:00Mayapis <p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-AEDUFn5oDA4/ToH-clIWeuI/AAAAAAAAJ1E/aLh6KB35B5s/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Hindi kalakihan ang nilipatan ko'ng lugar. Dormitoryo sa Mayapis, hati kami ng kasamahan ko sa trabaho sa renta. May isang kwarto, kusina, banyo, kainan. Umalis ang kasama ni Ekis Girl kaya enter Gooeyboy the roommate. <br><br>Alsa balutan ako 2 weeks ago. Dala ang ilang bagelya ng mga kabaruan at kachorvahan, ilang sapatos, panloob, isang laptop at ang aking iPod.<br><br>Masaya ang unang linggo ko. Unang restday ko sa bagong tirahan ay gumalur agad kami sa Oktoberfest.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-XftxyVT_FEk/ToH-J950izI/AAAAAAAAJ04/cRYysnlkrjU/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Kinabukasan, inuman kina Gold sa Las Piñas. Sa unang pagkakataon nasilayan ko sa personal ang best friend niyang kinahuhumalingan ko. Inakbayan pa ako sa retrato'ng itey:</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hcEx_tkMlVU/ToH-HZLj4hI/AAAAAAAAJ00/sEhvZ4h0z54/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>At bago matulog, Nagpaalam pa sa akin. Gusto ko siyang sagutin ng, "Sige, dear, susunod na ako."<br><br>Naloka si Golda, hindi napigilang maglupasay sa sahig. True story.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-GthG-eiRUFs/ToH-VotscXI/AAAAAAAAJ08/Mpg-EumA63o/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Mahuhusay naman ang mga bago kong team. Maya't maya kami uminom. Maya't maya kumain. Malakas humakot ng mga GCs ang mga ka teammates ko. <br><br>Nag eenjoy ako sa bago ko nilipatan. Nakagastos nga lang ako malaki para magmukha namang kwarto ang nilipatan ko. Tulad ng inaasahan, uutang na naman ako ngayong umaga kay Yuchengco via my Bankard.<br><br>Keribooms naman.<br><br>Dami gwapo, gagala ka lang ng konti, konting rampage, boom.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TnNzPbz40sY/ToH-bVUhMyI/AAAAAAAAJ1A/W7tF7DzxYB4/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>May makikipaglandian na kaagad sa iyo ng tingin. <br><br>Inuman, madami. Gusto ko pumunta sa B-Side kapag linggo. Irie Sunday, reggae music at mga rasta. Masaya dito sa nilipatan ko.</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bVmPN0bBngY/ToH-dTFOecI/AAAAAAAAJ1I/ZXArbzbTEJ0/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Basta makaipon lang ulit, bibili ulit ako ng paint set, kaso hindi kumpleto ang acrylic sa Cash & Carry. Hindi ko naman feel mag oil. Matagal matuyo.<br><br>O siya, inom muna ako dito sa A-Cue-Stick.</p><p class='bloggerplus_map_section'><div class='bloggerplus_map_section' align='center'><img src='http://maps.google.com/maps/api/staticmap?markers=size:mid|color:red|label:A|14.564412,121.011781¢er=14.564412,121.011781&zoom=14&sensor=true&size=256x256&maptype=roadmap&format=jpg'/><br><a href='http://maps.google.com/?ie=UTF8&ll=14.564412,121.011781&q=14.564412,121.011781' target='_NEW'>A : See Details(Google Map)</a><br/></div></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725373307670909078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112796042802444932.post-39566530740723380442011-06-26T09:40:00.001+08:002011-06-26T09:40:29.193+08:00Byahe'ng Meycauayan to Makati (and back!) <p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'>Bumibiyahe ako araw-araw mula Meycauayan papuntang Makati. Bawat biyahe, depende sa oras ng pasok ko, ay nagkakahalaga mula 250-300 piso sa papunta at higit kumulang 100 piso pauwi. Ibig sabihin, nagagastusan ako ng mula P6,000-P8,800 kada buwan. <br><br>Bukod sa gastos ng pamasahe, 2 oras ang biyahe paluwas, at 2-3 pauwi, depende sa traffic. 4-5 oras ang nawawala sa buhay ko kada araw, 4-5 oras na sana ay itinulog ko, o pinanood ng sine, nakipagdate, nakipag chorvahan, nakipag inuman. Ang dami mong magagawa sa 4-5 oras sa isang araw.<br><br>Kuwentahin mo pa ang biyahe na iyon sa isang buwan... Sabihin na nating 5 oras ang kinuha ng traffic sa EDSA, ng mga bus na ginagawang terminal ang bawat bus stop, at ng mga taxi'ng ayaw magsakay kapag umuulan. 110 oras sa isang buwan ang ginugugol ko sa biyahe. Ang 110 oras ay 4 na araw at labindawang oras. <br><br>Ano na ang magagawa mo sa 4.5 na araw? Nakapagpart time na ako ng isang linggo'ng trabaho sa panahon na iyon. Nakapag Boracay na ako at nakabalik sa Manila. Nakapamasyal na ako sa Universal Studios, sa Angkor Wat, o nakapagbakasyon na ng sulit sa probinsya.<br><br>Noong nagrerenta ako ng bahay sa Makati, hindi umaanot ng P7,500 kada buwan ang gastos ko, buo pa ang pahinga ko.<br><br>Hindi umaabot sa kinsenas ang sweldo ko, at madalas na akong kinakapos. Isama mo na na kinukupitan ako ng pamangkin ko AT NG TATAY NIYA kapag pagod na pagod ako.<br><br>Tingin ko, mas malayo ang mararating ng pera ko kung sa Makati na ako titira, hindi kaya?<br><br>Kung may alam kayo na maaari kong upahan, mangyari lamang po na mag iwan ng contact ninyo sa pahinang ito.<br><br></p></p><p><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-wrtMnljTPkY/TgaOCpKCVhI/AAAAAAAAGak/xEvGaszGusU/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zYMCxYhZvHE/TgaOAee74BI/AAAAAAAAGag/rc0ORCVmARE/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p><p><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' ><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-oewa8_mP_40/TgaN_KYq8nI/AAAAAAAAGac/lop-h-tjIhU/bloggerPlus.jpg' ></img></div></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725373307670909078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112796042802444932.post-1793887668766170602011-05-23T19:52:00.000+08:002011-05-23T19:52:13.364+08:00Stop Talking I'm Not Done Yet<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">You will never have the right to judge me until you've worn my shoes.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Inaapakan ko daw pagkatao mo, Apakan kita talaga dyan, e.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725373307670909078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112796042802444932.post-47782687114080425292011-05-16T04:43:00.147+08:002011-05-22T07:28:25.710+08:00Talisayen CoveNatupad din ang pangarap ko'ng makabalik sa Zambales noong isang linggo. Pasensya na kayo at hindi lang ako isang linggong nawala sa inyong paningin. Maraming nangyaring hindi inaasahan, pero saka ko na maikukuwento iyon. May utang pa akong kuwento sa inyo ngayon.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nag retreat lang muna ako dito: TALISAYEN COVE.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Mapapansin ninyo na isang linggo na din na blangko ang entry na ito. Hindi po iyon gimik. Hindi ko alam na nakapublish na pala yung blog nang hindi ko pa nalalagyan ng laman. Wala pong planado sa blogelya ko. Walang gimik, hindi ako nagpaparami ng followers, hindi ko habol na sumikat sa pambobola sa inyo. Pansin naman ninyo, pag may inaway ako'ng reader dito, wala ako pamialam kung i-unfollow o hindi. Pinapakita ko sa inyo ang maganda at pangit sa katauhan ko. Wala akong itinatago. Hindi ako celebrity para alagaan ang aking imahe.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sa iPod ko lang kinunan ang tanawing ito.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Ang hindi kasi naiintindihan ng ilang tao, ay hindi dahil masipag ako magsulat dito ay naikukuwento ko lahat ng bagay sa buhay ko. Gaya ng ikukuwento ko sa inyo, maganda ito... pero alam ko makakalimutran na naman ninyo at ang patuloy ninyong susubaysayan ang ang walang patumanggang kuwento ni Kulas Kupaloid.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Bueno, Basahin ninyo o hindi ang tungkol sa aking Talisayen Adventure, IKUKUWENTO ko pa din. handa na ba kayo, mga bata?<br />
<a name='more'></a>Simulan natin ang adventure sa Pundaquit. Hindi na naman siguro ninyo gusto nang malaman na medyo na delay kami ng alis mula Makati dahil natraffic daw si Kuya Denver (isang chinito at cute na chub na driver namin)<br />
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Any way, sa Awa din naman ng Panginoong Maykapal at sa pagpapala ng Espiritu Santo ay nakarating din naman kami Sa Pundaquit, ang drop off point. Madaling Araw na kami nakarating doon at kailangan mo pala talagang dumaan sa may sementeryo ng madaling araw para makarating doon. (Hindi sinabi ni Sergio Sabayangkokak yun)<br />
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Ang Nakakatawa pa ay tinatawagan namiin siya para malaman kung saan kami magpa-park, at ang sagiot niya ay isang cryptic na, "ANDITO NA AKO SA LABAS."<br />
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Dumungaw kami sa labas ng bintana, at puo malulusog na asong gala lang ang nakita namin. Kasing FURRY niya, pero not quite Sergio Sabayangkokak. Madilim pa naman papuntang pundaquit. Parang mga series ng endles bridges at mga kakahuyan lamang ang makikita mo. Nagtatakutan kami sa loob ng Van.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">May nakasalubong kaming mama na nagmamaneho din ng van. Sundan daw namin siya, dadalhin daw niya kami sa pupuntahan namin.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Hala, "sambit ng isa sa amin, "Baka mamaya, <i>hindi tao yan,</i> dadalhin tayo sa hell, OMG!" Ang tao nga naman, tinutulungan ka na nga, pag-iisipan ka pa ng masama. AT RIDICULOUS, ha? Sosyal naman si Satanas, naka van pa at convoy kung maghatid sa impyerno.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, sa madaling kuwento ay nakarating naman kami sa Pundaquit beach, kung saan may kubong naghihintay sa amin at isang masarap na Bisayang Adobo. (Bisaya si Sergio Sabayangkokak, at pinaghanda niya kami ng Humba)</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Natulog kami kung saan saan, at paggising ko, aalis na kami. Nakalimutan ko'ng magcharge ng iPod, kaya kokonti lang ang nakuhanan ko'ng mga sights.</div><br />
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Maganda ang tananwin papuntang Talisayen. Lagpas ito ng Anawangin, at mabato ang dagat. Ibig kong sabihin, maraming bato ang nakausli sa dagat, magandang pagkunan ng mga Dyesebel movies.<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">May mga kubo sa dalampasigan. Very rustic. Malamig sa loob ng kubo, walang kuryente. Kanya kanya kaming puwesto. Ang bawat kubo ay ganito: Kubo na walang laman sa loob, ang papag ay nasa pagbaba ng hagdan sa ilalim ng silong, may katabing mesa, may 2 poste ang silong kung saan ang duyan ay nakasabit.</div><br />
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Natural, hindi lang naman mga kubo, buhangin at dagat ang meron sa isla. Pagkatapos naming makapagtampisaw sa dagat ng kaunti, nagtanong tanong kami sa mga tao dun. May forest trail sa Talisayen papuntang batis, na sa tingin namin ay isang malaking ilog noong unang panahon, at may Falls daw sa dulo.<br />
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Syempre nang tinanong namin sila, "mga kalahating oras lang naman papunta dun."<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Yep. klahating oras kung batu-bato ang katawan mo at sumasali ka sa mhga IRONMAN Competitions. Kung champion Triathlete ka, ay malamang 30 minutes nga lang nandoon ka na.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pero dahil pangkaraniwan lamang ang mga KATAWANG-LUPA ng mga kapwa ko FROGLETS, Dalawang buong oras ang itinagal ng lakad nnamin papuntang gilid ng bundok para mahanap ang falls.</div><br />
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Sabayan pa ng init ng patanghaling araw, ang mahaba at mabato'ng tahakin sa gitna ng gubat, ang lumot na nakabalot sa mga bato sa nababad sa tubig ng sapa... AT ang mya 70-degrees na mga bato na kailangan mong akyatin papalapit sa falls.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Ilang gamit namin ang nahulog na ni hindi na namin nilingon. Yung shades ko, at yung Yosi nina Jacqui.Ayaw namin siyang lingunin, dahil malulula kami. Hindi mo naman kasi alam na mataas pala ang kababagsakan mo at MATATA:LAS na bato ang naghihintay sa iyo sa ibaba.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So alam mo na kung saan nanggagaling ang mga Iron Deposits sa mga bato na nakita mo bago nakarating sa ilog. Galing sa dugo ng mga nalalglag sa cliff.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Biro lang.</div><br />
Pero yung halos MAMATAY MATAY ka na sa hirap at uhaw, PAWING PAWI pagdating mo sa ilog. Sayang lang hindi ko nakunan ng litrato yung pinakataas ng mga falls, pero yung maliliit na falls, eto yun.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Hindi mo na maiisip na tanggalin ang sinelas o sapatos mo pag nakita mo ang POOL sa ilalim ng Falls. Tambog kung tambog. Wapakels na nag-alsahan ang mga lumot na nakakapit sa mga bato. Malinis ang tubig sa batis, pero, nakapitan na ng lumot ang mga bato. Kaya lang nag alsahan ang mga lumot ay dahil walang masyadong nakakarating dito. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Pabalik ng beach, naligaw pa ang mga kasamahan namin. Sinundan nila ang ilog kung saan umiikot ikot ito, at napadpad sila nang muntikan sa kabilang property. mga kalahating oras din bago sila nakabalik sa tamang trail. Binibiro namin sila na baka sa Anawangin sila makarating, (na sabi naman ay hindi malayong mangyari)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Pagbalik namin sa kubo, LAFANG kung LAFANG na parang mga mababangis na hayop. Pagkapaos... TULOG. Buhay batugan ang eksena.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Konting inom, konting tulog, konting gawa ng sand castles. May ritwal ako'ng ginagawa kapag pumupunta sa beach. Gumagawa ako ng sirena sa buhangin. Hindi ko alam kung bakit, pero every time yun na makakakita ako ng buhangin sa tabi ng dagat, gagawa at gagawa talaga ako ng sirena. Tapos hahayaan ko siyang anurin ng dagat pagsapit ng gabi.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Pagsapit ng gabi,saglit lang may kuryente, dulot ng generator.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Gumawa kami ng Bonfire.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">So, sa ikalawang araw, lumubog at sumikat ang araw.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Paggising namin, umakyat na naman kami ng bundok. Yung isang bundok sa Talisayen, nilalagyan nila ng man-made trails, mga bidges at isang terrace. Inakyat namin yun. Hindi ako umakyat hanggang tuktok kasi naman, ang Lolo Moises mo, hinihingal na sa katandaan.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So I took this photo instead.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Pagbaba namin ng bundok, inalmusal namin ang mga pinulot na kasuy ni Paolo Romualdo de Ramos. Niluto niya ang mga ito sa makeshift na kawa at sinaing sa buhangin.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Contest ito paano buksan ang mga kasuy.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Pag uwi namin, pinabaunan pa kami ng may ari ng resort ng isang kaing ng mangga. Isang linggo na, hindi ko pa din tapos ubusin. Nahinog na siya sa kusina namin.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">May kuwento pa ng nawawalang kusinero at ang driver... pero saka na lang iyon. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">May kuwento rin ng pag-ibig... pero saka na lang din iyon.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Chorvahan? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I can assure you... as usual. Walang chorvahan para sa palakang petot.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725373307670909078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112796042802444932.post-22360927825893484062011-05-12T23:16:00.000+08:002011-05-14T04:21:44.927+08:00DagatHindi ako makapaghintay makabalik sa dagat.<br />
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Oo, pota, SIRENA AKO.<br />
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Kakaibang pahinga ang binibigay ng dagat sa akin. Malawak siya. Malawak ang kanyang pag unawa, na parang siya lamang ang makakaintindi sa akin. Wala siyang ikinukubli--- ang asul na langit at ang asul na dagat... ulap sa pagitan... Dagat hanggang sa maaabot ng pamningin mo.<br />
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Lalo na kapag nakahiga ako sa tubig, nakalutang lamang sa kawalan, nababalot ng hindi maipaliwanag na pakiramdam habang nakatitig lamang sa walang hanggang kalangitan. Pakiramdam ko, nakahiga ako sa palad ng maykapal habang nakatingin Siya sa akin... Nakangiti.<br />
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Yun lamang ang pinakatahimik na pakiram,dam na naaalala ko.<br />
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Maraming tumakbo sa isipan ko nang namatay si Mars. Nalungkot ako ng milya-milya.<br />
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Ang sinasabi ko sa sarili ko mulanang magkamalas malas ang buhay ko... ilang manggagamit na ang dumaan sa akin na walang iniwan ni isang bahid ng ikatutubong muli ng respeto ko sa sarili ko. Napagtanto ko na sa buhay, maagrabyado ka minsan, WALANG MAKAPAGTATANGGOL SA IYO KUNDI ANG IYONG SARILI.<br />
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Ilang beses ko nang napatunayan na sa pinakamahihirap na bahagi ng iyong buhay, wala kang maaasahan. Walang magtatanmggol sa iyo. May sari-sariling takot para sa mga sariling intensiyon ang mga kaibigan mo, pay mga interes na pinoprotektahan.<br />
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Noong kinokundena ako ng mga kaibigan ko... Si Mars lamang ang nagpalakas ng loob ko. Hindi inaasahan, Hindi hinihingi ang kanyang pagmamalasakit... ibinigay niya iyon nang hindi ko namalayang para na siyang iliksir na nagpapalakas ng loob ko ng unti unti.<br />
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Sa maikling panahon, natuto akong ngumiti uli.<br />
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Babalik ako sa dagat.<br />
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Malay mo, pagbalik ko, wala na akong trabaho.<br />
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Malay mo, may bago na namang bersiyon ng isang malikhaing kuwento ang naikalat tungkol sa akin.<br />
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Malay mo, Nakuha na ng ibang tao ang mga loob ninyong nagbabasa ng blogelya ko at hindi na ninyo basahin kung anuman ang naisin kong isulat.<br />
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<i>La Forza della Naturaleza</i>... Alam mo kung ano iyon?<br />
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Parang dagat... Isang pwersa... Nakamamatay ang galit nito. Maaaring bawiin ang maraming bayan nang sabay sabay o sunud sunod. Ni hindi mo kailangang nasa dagat o dalampasigan upang patayin ng dagat.<br />
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Ngunit sa dagat din nagmula ang kung anumang buhay na nakikita natin ngayon. lahat ng magaganda at nakabubuhay na bagay, ang pinagmulan ay ang dalampasigan.<br />
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Babalik at babalik ako sa dagat.<br />
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At wala kang magagawa... Katulad nang wala kang nagagawa kung masaktan man ako o matuwa ako. Gaya nang wala akong gagawin dahil wala kayong gagawin.<br />
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Walang gagalaw.<br />
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Ang gumalaw, TAYA.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725373307670909078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112796042802444932.post-37231187070867293212011-05-12T05:17:00.000+08:002011-05-14T04:21:44.161+08:00Pabibo KaNakakainis kapag pinagsasabihan ka ng taong pabibo, pero hindi naman nag effort na alamin kung bakit ka nagkakaganyan.<br />
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This might be the only way of lettiong out my anger, and everythingf I can never do in real life. You do not know me, and I do not know you... But You do may not possibly begin to imagine the immense pain that this individual has subjected me to during the short time I have spent as his friend.<br />
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He's invited every bit of calumny he deserves, just as you guys would look at my blog and laugh at what kind of a miserable creature Palakang Petot is. It's part of the design. It's called <b>Schadenfraude.</b><br />
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Hey, yung mga pinost ko po, galing sa archives ko. And that guy I was bashing on pics the earlier blog? He's an asshole. I have lost friends because of what he's told people on facebook. They chose to believe him, and he doesn't even use his real name. I have entirely lost all trust on a lot of things in this world because of that person, And I don't think you understand when you you said 'OVERKILL", But YEAH, I feel like KILLING.<br />
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You do not know me, and I do not know you, so it makes it ABSOLUTELY NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS to tell me I've gone overboard.<br />
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You were not there to comfort me when I needed it, And you will never be enough to comfort me now that you've pissed me off.<br />
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I've never known you, and I hope I never will, But you might just wanna back off when someone wants to vent.<br />
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I hear people vent their anger over anything over the phone 8 hours a day, And you will give give me the 1 hour I need when I finally sit at home after 3 hours of travel.<br />
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You, as much as you state your terms and conditions fron google (which those pictures did not come from, that last one, I TOOK MYSELF) You don't think he does the same in SOME CRYPTIC WAY? you can check: here is<a href="http://lukaspascual.blogspot.com/"> HIS blog</a><br />
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So if I Bash him All I want but stay CRYPTIC, does that give me the right as well? Think about it... It's all the same.<br />
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Again, You do not know what the story is. I do not just run around BASHING STRANGERS.<br />
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This guy is not just some random guy I decided to bully for the rest of my liofe. HE TOOK SOMETHING AWAY FROM ME. SOMETHING I DO NOT KNOW IF I CAN EVER GET BACK.<br />
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Bakit, may nagawa ka na ba to ease away my pain? No. I feel like hurting this other person and I feel so smothered by it that it feels like I'm gagged and tied up.<br />
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But everybody just watches amused.<br />
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So You see... THAT is how I FEEL.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725373307670909078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112796042802444932.post-42814817569706493202011-05-11T05:42:00.000+08:002011-05-11T05:42:06.437+08:00A Froglet's Guide to True BekinessBunga siguro ng langis na umaapaw sa pancit na kinain ko ngayong hapunan, handa na naman akong chumorva sa inyo ng isang kahindik hindik na kwento.<br />
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Tungkol ito sa paghahanap ng mga lalaking nagbabalatkayo sa ikatlong katauhan... Ang pangatlong kasarian, ang ikalawang uri ng EBA, at mga ADAN na naghahanap ng kapwa ADAN...<br />
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Sa aming munting opisina, 12 kaming mga ahente sa isang team. 3 doon, froglets. Si Palakang Petot, si Serio Sabayangkokak at si Nurse Croakwood. Apat ang babae naman; andun si Mariang Palaka, si KerokeroTsunami, si Chenelyn Gargles at si Wakawaka Fisherprice. Sa mga barako naman, nandoon si Billy the Bullfrog, si Prinsipe "K" Kokak, si Croakie Katol, si Fortune Kokak at si Thunder Frog.<br />
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O di ba, lahat ng teammates ko ginawa kong froglets?<br />
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Minsang sabay nagyosi si palakang Petot, si Fortune Kokak at si Sergio Sabayangkokak, may dumaan na isnag chubby chubby cute cute na froglet. Sumenyas si Sergio Sabayangkokak kay Palakang Petot:<br />
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"Bet mo yun?"<br />
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"Bet ang alin?"<br />
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"Yung froglet sa may puno na sumusuba?"<br />
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"Hmm... Pede na din..."<br />
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Napansin naming napapailing si Fortune Kokak sa amin, "What the hell are you 2 talking about?"<br />
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Casual na sinagot ni Palakang Petot, "Nagbo-boy watching kami."<br />
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"At sa tingin mo naman, bading ang froglet na yun?"<br />
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"Sureness," sagot ni Sergio.<br />
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"Affirmative," sabi ni Palakang Petot.<br />
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"Paano naman ninyo nalalaman na bading ang isang lalaki," Tanong ni Fortune.<br />
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"Basta," sagot ni Sergio,nakatupi ang mga braso sa may dibdib at nakapikit, "May spark."<br />
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"Di kaya nakalulon ng Watusi yun?" sabat ni Palakang Petot.<br />
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Nakatitig sa kanya ang dalawa. Biglang humuni ang mga kuliglig.<br />
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Paano nga ba nalalaman kung ang isang lalaki ay Verdadero?<br />
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Si Wakawaka Fisherprice ay may crush na gwapong froglet sa office. GWAPO as in, capital PO-GI. Parang ang sarap sarap.<br />
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"Bakla yan," kantiyaw namin.<br />
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"Hindi bakla yan..." Hiyaw ni Wakawaka, "Nooo!"<br />
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2 hours ago ang out ni GWAPO, pero hinintay pa niya ang endshift ng isang froglet na naka salamin at mas malalaki ang masel.<br />
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"Ankle braces," sambit ni Palakang Petot, "Kapag ang lalaki naka shorts, tingnan mo kung may ankle bracelets."<br />
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Ang anklets ay parang simbolo ng hindi lantarang bekiness... Alam mo na, pero hindi mo sinisigaw. Rite of passage ng isang bekimes ang anklets. para siyang kamison para sa isang dalaginding, unang hikaw, training bra. May nakapagsabing isang bihasa sa pagbabasa ng gaydar na ang anklet daw ay senyale na pwede mong tirsahin ang isang OMBRE sa pwet.<br />
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Highlights. Kapag ang lalaki ay nagpapahighlights ng buhok, almost sure ka na na tumitikim yan ng kapwa lalaki. Pokpok pa nga kadalasan ang may highlights ang hair. We're not talking of guys na may tinatagong UBAN. I'm talking about young guys, nagpapacute, pakulay kulay ng buhok, parang sisiw. Parang sinasabi ng highlights sa lalaki na, Hey, I invade PARLORS.<br />
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</tbody></table>"I'm for sale," ika nga.<br />
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Highest bidder, ang pinakabongga, panalo. Ingat ka nga lang sa mga may highlights ang buhok, dahil inaadvertise nila ang kanilang status is up for grabs, asahan mo, nakapila ka magdamag, at pag nakaabot ka na, malamang, hindi mo pa pinapahiran ng baby oil ang butas niya, BASA na siya. GAMIT NA KASI.<br />
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"For Da Boys. Pare, iingat kayo sa mga trying hard mag fit in sa mga 'guy circles' ha? Baka matanso kayo dito. Isa ako dyan dati," sabi ni Palakang Petot.<br />
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Barkadahan ng barkadahan sa mga BARAKO, TRABAHADOR, KANTO BOYS, kasi PAGNANASA niya ang mga ito, o di naman kaya COVER. Bakal boys ang kadikit, kasi , BAKAL boys ang hilig. Buhat ng buhat sa Gym, hindi naman pumapayat o lumalaki ang masel. Pansinin mo na lang ibang masel ang ineexercise niya.<br />
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Wala naman ako pinapatamaan, nagkataon lang nagtutugma yung mga litrato. hehehe. Classic naman kasi, kasalanan din naman niya. hahaha.<br />
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At huli sa lahat... PICTURES!<br />
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Gaga, isa sa pinakamagaling mambuking ng kasarian ay ang mga URI NG LITRATO NA PINAPASKIL NINYO SA WEB.<br />
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Let the pictures do the talking, "PARE."<br />
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Fine. So straight ka.<br />
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Wala kang bayag I have proof:<br />
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.<br />
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Laughtrip lang po. Kapalit ng laughtrip ninyo on my expense. Belat.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725373307670909078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112796042802444932.post-70654840145926692622011-05-08T02:13:00.000+08:002011-05-08T02:13:49.645+08:00MudarakaNoong kabataan niya, may baywang siang 24 inches. Mula nang niluwal niya ako, nahirapan na siyang panumbalikin ang dati niyang kurba. Nagtatrabaho siya dati, nakakalabas ng bahay, nakakasama ang mga pinsan at mga kaibigan. Nang nakita niyang lumalaki na kami ng kapatid ko, lalo na noong 'naaksidente' ang yaya ko dahil sa akin, nailitan siyang pumirmi ng bahay.<br />
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Mahirap pakisamahan ang tatay ko, pero tahimik siya. Animo'y siya lang ang nakakapagpatahan sa aming magkakapatid at nakapagpapaamo sa leon naming ama.<br />
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Minsan ko nang nakita siyang lumuha. Tulad ko, hindi siya naging malayang bata.<br />
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Marami siyang bagay na hindi naranasan bilang ina. Bahagi na rin ng limitasyong ibinigay sa kanya ng Diyos. Walang gatas ang nanay ko, Hindi ko naranasang mabreastfeed. (Ahhh... kaya pala...)<br />
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Noong maliit ako, siya ang dahilan bakit ayaw ko maligo. Mabigat ang kamay niya. Hindi niya maperpekto ng pagiging housewife. Nasanay siya nang may yaya. Malaking lihim ng aking ina na maikli din ang pasensya niya. Hindi lang niya pinahahalata, dahil may breeding siya.<br />
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</div>Lahat na kasi kaming magkakapatid, masusungit, isama mo pa ang ama namin, sasabay pa ba siya? Lahat nga kami ngayon, may hypertemnsion, nauna na ang Daddy ko sa langit. Dahilan kung bakit banned ang lahat ng maalat, mamantika at matamis sa bahay.<br />
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Kunsintidora siyang Lola.<br />
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Kung paano niya napapaamo ang tatay ko, hindi ko alam. Iisa lamang ang alam ko. Mula nang mamulat ang aking mga mata hanggang sa ipikit na ng tatay ko ang kanya... Nakita ko kung paano sila magmahalan.<br />
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Ang ina ko ang nag-iisang tali na nagbibigkis sa amin, at ang iisang puwersa sa pagsasama sama namin. Kung hindi dahil sa kanya, matagal ko na sanang tinalikuran ang aking mga kapatid, at malamang, ganoon rin sila.<br />
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Lola ng bayan. Pati mga kapitbahay namin, Lola ang tawag sa kanya. Lahat ng mga kaibigan ko, gusto siyang maging nanay. Pag puyat ako, puyat din siya. Pag problemado ako, problemado din siya.<br />
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Kayat sa araw na ito, Mumsie...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Happy Mother's Day</b></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725373307670909078noreply@blogger.com0