Monday, June 15, 2009

Decode - Paramore

How can I decide what's right?
When you're clouding up my mind
Can't win your losing fight all the time
Not gonna ever own what's mine
When you're always taking sides
You wont take away my pride
No not this time
Not this time

How did we get here?
I use to know you so well
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know

The truth is hiding in your eyes
And its hanging on your tongue
Just boiling in my blood,
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are
If you're a man at all
Well, I will figure this one out on my own
(I'm screaming "I love you so..." But my thoughts you can't decode)

How did we get here?
I use to know you so well
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know

Do you see what we've done?
We're gonna make such fools of ourselves
Do you see what we've done?
We're gonna make such fools of ourselves

How did we get here?
I use to know you so well
How did we get here?
Well, I use to know you so well

I think I know
I think I know
There is something that I see in you
It might kill me I want it to be true

Thursday, June 11, 2009

simply happy

decompression sickness

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Angel - Dru Hill

Been searching this song for what seemed like eternity to me. Glad I found it.


Girl, it's been so long
Since I held you in my arms
So I picked up pen and paper
And decided to write you a song

Things just ain't the same
Since you took your love away
All I have is dark and lonely days
Cuz the sun don't shine my way

Wish that I can find the words
To say to show you love is real
The words just can't express the way I feel

[1] - You're my angel
My sun up in the sky
We've been through hell and back together
Why you wanna leave me now
Only you can ease the pain I feel
And wipe my tears away
Won't you fly back home and make me whole again

Baby not a day goes by
That I don't want to cry
When I think of what we had
And how you walked out of my life

All I had was yours to take
Till my heart you chose to break
Still wish that I can make love to you
Just one more time for old times sake

If only I could find the words
To say to show you love is real
The words just can't express the way I feel

[Repeat 1]

Come back home
Come back home
Cuz without you here beside me, girl
My house is not a home

Only you can ease the pain I feel
And wipe my tears away
Won't you fly back home
And make me whole again

Cuz you're my angel
My sun up in the sky
We'be been through hell and back together
Why you wanna leave me now
Only you can ease this pain I feel
And wipe my tears away
Won't you fly back home and make me whole again

You're my angel
My sun up in the sky
We've been through hell and back together
Why you wanna leave me now
Only you can ease the pain I feel
And wipe my tears away

You've been gone too long
So won't you come back home

Friday, May 15, 2009

i woulda settled fer dark phoenix..LOL

Your results:
You are Riddler



































Riddler
55%
Apocalypse
54%
Magneto
52%
Juggernaut
52%
Mystique
52%
Dark Phoenix
50%
Venom
48%
The Joker
48%
Lex Luthor
44%
Catwoman
42%
Two-Face
40%
Dr. Doom
37%
Mr. Freeze
33%
Kingpin
30%
Poison Ivy
29%
Green Goblin
16%
Riddle me that, riddle me this, who is obsessed with having a battle of wits??


Click here to take the "Which Super Villain are you?" quiz...

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

NATM's Priscilla's waggish lines♥





































Jaime Pressly
is one hot, hilarious chick
! <3♥


PRE-BREAK-UP

JAKE WYLER: PrisciIIa, there you are.



PRISCILLA: Jake, I need some T-to-the-fourth-power-Y.


JAKE WYLER: What?


PRISCILLA: Some time to talk to you.


God.



[RED-HEAD GIRL]: It made sense to me, PrisciIIa.



=======================================




AUDITION

PRISCILLA: Friday's championship game is against
North Compton, and that squad always tries

to bring it.


[ASIAN GIRL]: Bring what, Priscilla?


PRISCILLA: Bring it.



[ASIAN GIRL]: Right, but what is " it"?



PRISCILLA: It's just what they bring, okay?



[RED-HEAD GIRL]: New girl.



SANDY SUE: HI! I'm Sandy Sue,and I just want to say
that it is simply swell to meet all of you.




PRISCILLA: Peachy! You brought a routine?



SANDY SUE: Oh, you betcha!



Give me an H.
Give me a U.



Give me a giant pussy-Iicking,
ass-fucker cock shit!



I'm sorry.
That was my Tourette's.



[RED-HEAD GIRL]: I don't know about her.



PRISCILLA: Let's get it straight.

This isn't a cheerocracy.



I am the cheertator.



I make the cheercisions 'round here,
and I will deal with the cheeronsequences.



Now, if there are no more cheeruptions,
we can cheertinue.



Thank you.



SANDY SUE: Grandpa stuck a finger in my ass!

Cum face!



PRISCILLA: She'll cheer do.

=====================================


ROUTINE


WILDCATS CHEERLEADER: Don't think you're
fooling us 'coz we saw you at our practice and
I know you stole our routine.



PRISCILLA: I don't know what you're talking about,
'coz we've always done our own cheers. Right, girIs?



WASPS GIRLS: That's right.



WILDCATS CHEERLEADER: WeII then,
you better bring it!



PRISCILLA: Oh, it's aIready been broughten!



WASPS GIRL: Nice comeback, PrisciIIa! Yeah!



JOHN HUGHES WASPS: We are the

North Compton Wildcats



We're black, we know it



We shake our big black booty and show it



We ain't white
We ain't white



We definitely ain't white
Break it down, nigga




LMAO! XD




Something fer the CEREBRAL TENTACLES to MASTICATE...

ON FINDING TRUE FRIENDS:

Friends are comparable to fruits. You can never say it tastes awful unless you've tasted it. And, of course, you can never get to eat it without peeling it first.

ON FLIRTING TECHNIQUES:

Eye contact is a pretty potent and obvious flirting tool--even way much more powerful than body language.

ON BEING AMBITIOUS:

If you're going to dream, dream big.

ON SUBSCRIBING TO DAILY HOROSCOPES:

Horoscopes can't be chauffeurs; think of them as road signs or trusty maps--or a weather forecast.

ON DEALING WITH DESTINY:

If your life were a car, it could be an Audi Coupe. However, no matter how expensive it is, it would still roll on rough roads and under nasty weather. Which ever way you put it, YOU are the driver, and your decisions give justice to what might happen in the next few minutes.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

addicted to blingee♥

infatuated to edward♥♥♥
Glitter Graphics






tha next lestat?
Create cool Profile Comments





ghetto cyRuz 3
Glitter Graphics

Saturday, May 9, 2009

~ABOUT♥ME~

fun quiz for myspace profile and blog

Lets101 - Free Online Dating

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

♥my humbLe beginnings♥









a meager collection of what i saved..

Sunday, May 3, 2009

i Love this MAID! XD




I read about Alex's movie several years ago. It wowed me to the nth level! How many Cannes award has she already received? And she got this international movie.

PINOY PRIDE! LUPET!

watch this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=36uqb7qWyps&feature=channel_page

Monday, April 13, 2009

Easter's Extra Challenge





No, it ain't 'bout hunting fer colorful Easter eggs or chasing after cute bunnies. Fantastically special, it wuz a nature adventure I'm never gon forget.

Starting off...

Mah family and I went to tha beach fer a swim. Little did we know tha water wuz shallow. We even hurried up fer it wuz already past five in tha afternoon, having assumed the tide wuz getting high. We wuz wrong. Sometimes the tide don't work that way. Perhaps high tide wuz too lazy to get back to work on an Easter Sunday.

Therefore mah sibs and I excitedly treaded on the salty water in search fer at least a waist-deep part since we still feared high tide could be coming over without prior notice. At about fifty meters away from tha dry sand we reached an area covered with yellowish seaweeds--tons of 'em. Automatically mah feet came to a screeching halt 'coz mah cerebral tentacles (brain is too optimistic a word) had just sent a message of dread. My copious imagination began working, flashing before me some gore visions. What if there wuz something hiding beneath those sea grasses? Something hard to identify and has got a violent defense mechanism? Right there I mentally wished there wuz a sea goat to feed on all those weeds.

Somehow it gave me a dash of courage--yet still a dash, and I needed a gazillion tons of it. Moreover, mah sistah wuz, like, three meters away from me already, and I found being left alone behind even more terrifying than dealing with immobile sea grasses. So I moved on, catching up on tha kids, ignoring tha itchy grasses that felt like grasping my feet as I landed on 'em.

Then mah sistah, who wuz acting more of a tour guide, yelled back, "Look out fer tha urchins."

Tha what?!

Here's how a sea urchin looks like. (Third photo above)

I simply have no idea how that hand can hold that prickly creature. A sting could be lethal, and I ain't that stupid to land mah feet on it. Luckily we got our flip-flops on.

So carefully I walked forwards, checkin' out tha path I had to take. Mah sistah educated me that tha urchins stay on corals or beside rocks. Technically they avoid getting stuck to the messy grasses. Ergo, I had no choice but to trek on the grasses. I wuz beginning to find comfort in them already.

By the way, I forgot to tell there wuz sea slugs beneath tha grasses that could be mistaken as a piece of black tube. They wuz easy to find, though.

Fer tha first time I tried talking 'em (mah sibs, not the slugs) to retreating back to tha shore. Mah plead fell on deaf ears.

Then mah sistah cried out again: "Hey! Here's a jellyfish. And another one. And another."

Mah mind groaned. If only I could get back to tha shore this instant, but I couldn't. Wuz already 150 meters away we could barely recognize our mother from a beachgoer.

"Look at this one." Mah sistah held a live, mushroom-like jellyfish--upside down on her cupped hand.

"Ain't yah supposed to get itchy right now?"

"I ain't touching no tentacle." Then she threw the stuff away gently.

We reached a part where there wuz a lot of scattered sea urchins as though booby traps on tha sand. Urchins on mah left and right, grasses and rocks before me, and tha water level wuz already knee-deep (take note that I am a tall person and has got really long legs).

Okay. This is deteriorating fast. And I think it's 6
PM. Ain't we supposed to be goin' back might tha tide rise surprisingly?

But I wuz left behind. Alone. Maybe not alone 'coz i got company--that of jellyfishes and urchins and slugs.

"Wait up!"

Tryna hurry I slipped as I hopped past a rock which I belatedly gripped on to and cut the fleshy part of mah middle finger. Tha wound kept on bleeding, and it didn't stop no matter how much I tried sucking tha bright red liquid off it.

"Blood, anyone?" I had tha vaguest idea how tha hell I could still quip like that.

I waded tha wound on the salty water, thinking it might help stop tha bleeding and heal it fast. Then I caught up with tha others, not realizing I just shed one part of blood to a million parts of water. If there were any sharks within tha area, would I have been more scared with it than with tha spiny urchins and jellyfishes?

So mah tour-guide-sistah finally took a squat on a certain part of tha hip-deep water. Mah other sistah wuz busy searching fer and collecting bright colored starfishes (she happily went home with two blue and a pink). Our cousin wuz also beginning to fret, sharing mah sentiments.

At that point, I commanded in a firm voice, "Time to retreat."

On our way back we tried taking other paths so as to avoid what we had just gone through. Seemed it was gon be a longer expedition as we found more urchins and jellyfishes coming our way.

It was when I learned to touch a jellyfish. Since you can't shoo 'em away you gotta pick 'em up and gently throw them away. With your cupped hand catch the soft stuff by its head, not by its tentacles. It's supposed to be upside down on your cupped hand when you raise it from tha water.

I found catching jellyfishes fun so I lifted about five of 'em. But the path we took had lots of sea jell-os charging our way, and we also had to look out fer those urchins that wuz greatly camouflaged among tha rocks. Talk about multi-tasking.

It was almost dark and some minutes before 7
PM when we got back to shore safely. However, I wuzn't satisfied fer I didn't get to take a dip.

Still not giving up hope I called out to mah sistah and we walked to the shallow part of the water. We sat until the sun hid behind the mountain on tha horizon. Then I saw the log which I had also seen before I had taken that SURVIVOR-like challenge. Me and tha gang found happiness and satisfaction as we lay down on tha shallow water, all of us horizontally piled, our heads making pillow outta tha log. It lasted fer five minutes, I guess. Sheer bliss!

We survived. Most importantly, I survived. Tha next time I wanna take a dip, I'll make sure it's in a tiled pool.



On A High ~ Duncan Sheik


Duncan Sheik widget by 6L & Daxii

Thursday, April 9, 2009

GOD works in a certain way...

I LOVE YOU, JESUS.

or

HAIL MARY, PRAY FOR US.

or, tha hottest this season:

::||::

::||::
====
::||::
::||::
SAVE THIS CROSS AND DON'T ERASE IT 'TIL EASTER SUNDAY...


and tha catch would be this:

PASS THIS ON TO 8 (or 25, or even to every contact in your phone book--what's with numbers, anyways?) OF YOUR FRIENDS AND LOVED ONES...


here's tha funny part--or am i really supposed to laugh?

...AND YOU WILL RECEIVE GOOD NEWS / LUCK TOMORROW / ON EASTER SUNDAY....


now, here comes tha part where you'd get to remember "The Ring":

IGNORE / ERASE THIS AND SOMETHING BAD WILL HAPPEN TO YOU.


So, it starts friendly and ends nasty? Gimme a break! This is freaking hilarious. Can't imagine Sadako progressed into being a telemarketer--she still does the "bad luck chain" stuff, though.

Kidding aside, SINCE WHEN DID GOD NEED A PRESS AGENT?

If you're one of those who think salvation comes in that sick form, better load regularly, and who knows! You could be the lucky winner of free indulgence in the grand electronic draw!

Key in EASTER AND SEND TO 2366.

THE MORE YOU SEND, THE MORE CHANCES OF WINNING!

Per HELL permit number 666, series of 2009.

If symptoms persist, see your psychologist.

WEAK FAITH is the generic name of FALSE PROPHESY.

XD XD XD

LenTeN ReFLecTion

"Piety

is like

garlic: a little goes a long way."


~ Rita Mae Brown

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

when a VAMPIRE gets TANNED...xoxo































Sun~kissed cheeks XD

Monday, April 6, 2009

"fairy" godmother made a mistake...xoxo


Some day my prince will come
Some day we'll meet again

And away to his castle we'll go

To be happy forever I know
Some day when spring is here
We'll find our love anew
And the birds will sing
And wedding bells will ring
Some day when my dreams come true..


now wait a minute!!!

xoxo

iF i WeRe...

....a boy, I think I could understand how it feels to love a girl--I swear I'd be a better man.
--BEYONCE


....a painter, mixing my colors, how could i ever find the blue of your eyes?
--O-TOWN


....you, i wouldn't be here; if i were you i would stay right where you are; i wouldn't come near this broken heart, just turn around and leave.
--TAMIA


....a carpenter and you were a lady, would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?
--JOHNNY RIVERS


....a bell, i'd be ringing..from the moment we kissed tonight, that's the way i've just gotta behave..boy, if i were a lamp i'd light or if i were a banner i'd wave.....
--WOODY SHAW


....to write this song..I could penetrate your ears..Would it calm your trembling soul?..Would it ease your every fear?
--CARTEL


....your woman, oh.. Here’s what I’d do..I would never, never, no, no ..Stop loving you..
--STEPHANIE MILLS



....gay, we would swim in romance..but i'm not gay, so get your hand out of my pants!
--STEPHEN LYNCH

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Payback Time!

These are parts of Chapter 12 that are considerably among the funniest. Note: The situation may be sensitive for sensitive stomachs. XD

Wednesday before lunch Samuel filled in a cubicle in the comfort room of upstairs Brentford. He unzipped his pants down and sat on the toilet bowl.

His face exhibited jagged pain. “Ouch! Pasaway na constipation ‘to. Sana lang dinadanas din ni Ethan ang paghihirap ko ngayon,” he cursed.

In the neighboring cubicle was Ethan, having a loose bowel movement. He heard what Samuel had said. Done with his agenda, he carefully reached for the tissue at the dispenser. It made noise. More noise when he found out what was left of the tissue was just the cylindrical carton.

Samuel heard it. “May tao ba d’yan?”

Ako ‘to,” Ethan confirmed after a long pause.

Samuel recognized that voice. Unbelievably, his stomach pain suddenly disappeared. “Ano naman ginagawa mo d’yan?”

Alam mo na ‘yon.”
May constipation ka din?”

“LBM.” It was almost inaudible.

“LBM?” Samuel repeated aloud and controlled his snickering.

Uhm, Sam-“

“What did you just call me?”

Ethan’s mind groaned but he pushed his luck. “Wel. Uhm, Wel. May tissue ka ba d’yan? Naubusan kasi ako dito, eh,” he said in his politest manner.

Samuel snickered more then remembered to cover his mouth. He pulled out some rolls of tissue but for his own. “Tissue? Sorry, ha. Wala din, eh. Kungmamalasin ka nga naman, o.

With patience being tried, Ethan’s mind grunted. Samuel came up with something.

“If I were you, gagawa’n ko ng paraan.”

Anong paraan?” So Ethan had hopes.

Kumagat si Engot! Sam mentally praised his own success. “Uh, it depends on your blood type. Mainipin ang type A; kahit ano, gagawin n’ya. Ang type B naman, pasensyoso; mag-aantay s’ya kahit ga’no katagal. Ang type O, hindi maarte.”

Ethan was confused. “Ikaw, anong gagawin mo?”

“Type O ang blood ko. Hindi ako maarte. Pwede na kahit ‘di maghugas.” Sam laughed without a sound. “Ikaw, sa tingin ko, AB ang dugo mo. Madiskarte ang type AB.”

Wala akong maisip na diskarte.” Ethan was getting impatient.

“If I were you, I’d use my socks.”

Ethan looked at his black socks. He didn’t like that idea. Then he heard a flushing sound from Sam’s cubicle.

“You’re done?”

“Yep.” Sam stood up and zipped his pants.

“What’d you do? ‘Di ka naghugas?”

Hindi naman ako maarte, ‘di ba? So, ginamit ko ang medyas ko.” Sam vacated his cubicle.

“Sam—este, Wel, dal’han mo naman ako ng tissue.”

As though he heard nothing Sam turned the faucet on and washed his hands. The swishing sound it created plus his relaxed humming caused Ethan to worry. Soon as Sam turned the faucet off, Ethan called out and reminded him of his favor.

Sige, mag-antay ka lang d’yan.” Hanggang sa mabulok ka, Sam thoughtfully added.

Bilisan mo, ha?”

Oo.” Sam left the CR, whistling.

Payback time!

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

A certain part of the second floor turned to a dining room every lunch hour. It was Ethan’s idea to maintain a healthy relationship with his employees.

The rest was already having lunch when Samuel arrived from the comfort room. He took an empty seat at the same table with Ethan’s secretary and Janet.

Not long after, Ethan arrived and took the last empty chair beside Samuel. He looked normally fine to Sam as if nothing had happened earlier.

Could he have used his sock? Samuel asked himself the same question.

They ate silently. Suddenly, Ethan put vegetables on Samuel’s plate.

Talbos ng kalmote. Makakatulong sa’yo ‘yan.”

Janet and the secretary watched Ethan and Samuel in wonder.

Samuel put the vegetables back on Ethan’s plate. “Sa ‘yo na lang; para medyo mabarahan.”

This time, Janet and the secretary glanced questionably at each other.

Ethan turned to face Sam but before he could utter a word, Samuel called out to all the employees: “Ice cream, anyone? My treat. Just say ‘aight’.”

“Aight!” everyone cheered in unison except Ethan.

pinoy IDLE

BLOG life.

So it's just like, fer me, trying to scribble anything everyday in your journal--only this is a virtual journal and fer the whole world-wide-web to read. What's more, anybody can comment on it. That's why I'm playing on the safe side.

However, just like before when everything was manually done, there's always the writer's block. Now I dub it as BLOGGER'S BLOCK. No matter how much you want to update it on a daily basis, there comes a time when nothing comes to mind.

On second thought...let's take a look at this situation that took place in a chat room:

ATHAN: musta naman?

DEE: ok lang. eto..may writer's block. d nga aq naka pag post kagabe e.

ATHAN : ahhh tlga?! di mo nman kc kelangan araw arawin noh

DEE: wala lng.. feel q lang..pag wala aq mailagay..pilit q ineencode yung nobela q..

ATHAN: wow may nobela

DEE: u havent been paying attention to my blogs.. excerpts kaya yun

ATHAN: kay oscar wilde chorva ba to

DEE: ou..may nadagdag na..at balak ko pa ulit dagdagan..kse wala n aq maisip n ibang mailagay.

ATHAN: kaw kc lagay mo yung mga experience mo sa pang araw araw na kabuhayan noh

DEE: nice try kiddo..cannot be.. borrow one

ATHAN: at bakit?

DEE: ayoko e

ATHAN: anobeh! kaya ka nga nagbablog para masulat mo yung nsa isip mo... go!

DEE: writers block nga e..wala maisip..kaya nga ilalagay q nln yung dating laman ng isip q

ATHAN: kc binablock mo noh..kaya nga ayaw mo hayaan lumabas yung nadarama mo

DEE: writers block nga.. e anu ilalagay q? ganito:
"e2..wala pumapasok sa utak q...ewan q...kumakaen nmn aq ng oatmeal ngayon..........."
ganyan? yoko kase ng nakakabagot..kaya nga title ng blog q e UNWIND

ATHAN: mag emo ka! go! hahah

DEE: laslas pulso?

ATHAN: ndi noh! i mean mag-emote ka..dali!

DEE: wala nmn aq ieemote.. anu yun?imbento?

ATHAN: wala lng..mag emote ka dahil sa yema, or katol, khit ano.

DEE: ganun? hmmm...... kahit cnu nmn may emo tendencies db?



...and a lot has been brought out in tha open mostly by the one who's got tha writer's block. OKAY.



Now isn't this already an entry! LMAO

Thursday, April 2, 2009

May Tenga Ba Ang Puso?

Taken from Chapter 31 of the still-untitled novel. Mariel is Wel's (Samuel) younger sister.

Mariel breezed in into Wel's room--as usual. "Haler!"

Fiddling the ear of Teddy Wel, Wel wasn't in the mood of haler-ing back.

Mariel sat on the bed, facing her brother, examining his eyes. "'Yang mga mata mo--nakagat ba 'yan ng ipis-bato?"

Wel nodded. "Nasa study table ko pla 'yong titulo ng bahay natin."

Mariel's eyes grew round. "Na-payola mo na ang kalahating milyones kay Ethan?"

"Sa'n ako kukuha ng anez?"

"So bakit n'ya 'binalik sa 'yo?"

"Kebs. Basta babayaran ko na lang s'ya."

"So, fa-fly ka na nga papuntang Cebu?"

"Malamang."

"Kailan?" Mariel's tone was excited.

"Bukas." Wel's wasn't.

"Parang 'di ka masaya."

Wel exaggeratedly stretched his lips, showing his white teeth. “Eh kasi naman po, mai-iwan ko ang aking kambal-tuko.”

“Excuse me! Apat na taon ang pagitan natin, ‘no.

Tsk.” Wel’s face crumpled. “ Ang slow mo talaga. Hindi kita kambal pero tuko ka.”

Mariel threatened a slap. “Aalis ka na lang, tina-tarantado mo pa ako.”

Hiwalay na kami ni Ethan.” It was almost a whisper.

Ano?”

“Splitsville na kami ni Ethan.”

Eyes closed, Mariel sighed heavenwards. “Salamat naman at natauhan ka rin.”

Sana nga, matauhan na ‘ko.”

Bakit—hindi pa ba?”

Hindi pa ‘ko maka-get over.”

Ilang beses kitang sinabihan pero ‘di ka nakinig.”

May tenga ba ang puso?”

Eh bakit ‘di mo ipaglaban?”

Wel scratched the back of his head. “Sa’n ka ba talaga—sa pula o sa puti?”

O, ba’t napunta sa sabong?”

Hay nako! Sinasaputan na naman ‘yang utak mo. Tara, hipan ko ‘yong gagamba para makatulog.”

Deciphering her brother’s riddle, Mariel chewed on her lower lip. “Ah! Gets ko na.”

Wel sighed. “Sa wakas. Anong petsa na!”

Do’n ako sa pink. Ba’t ‘di mo nga kasi ‘pinaglaban?”

“Because, hindi naman pala ako mahal ni Ethan, that’s why.”

Kung gano’n, ba’t kinukulit ka n’ya?”

Gusto n’ya lang ako bumalik sa shop n’ya. He needed me as his designer—nothing more, nothing less.”

“Wait—don’t tell me nakipagbalikan na s’ya kay Ate Sam?”

Isa pa ‘yon. Lamang na lamang s’ya sa ‘kin dahil totoong babae s’ya.”

“`Yon na nga, eh. Bayot ka na nga, nagmumukha ka pang ebak nang dahil sa lintik na nararamdaman mo.”

Mahirap ngang maka-get over.”

Bakit—may nangyari na ba sa inyo?”

Wala. Bakit—‘yon ba ang basis?”

“`Yon na nga, eh. Kahit may nangyari pa sa inyo, hindi ka naman mabubuntis. Bakit ako—“ Mariel suddenly fell quiet

Wel waited for its continuation. “O, anong bakit ikaw?”

Mariel’s face glowed red. “Wala,” she wryly answered.

Anong wit? May ibig sabihin ‘yon, ha.”

Ibig kong sabihin, bakit ako—pwedeng mabuntis pero ‘di ako maghahabol. ‘Yon lang.”

Wel frowned. “Andaya mo. “’Di naman ako naglihim sa ‘yo, ha. Wala ka bang tiwala sa ‘kin?”

Those words struck Mariel’s heart. “`Di naman sa gano’n. Natatakot lang akong baka ‘di mo maintindihan.”

Pa’no ko maiintindihan eh ‘di mo nga sinasabi?”

Mariel considered and reconsidered whether or not to spill the beans. “Hulaan mo.”

Wel stroke his hands over a pretend crystal ball. “Isinuko mo na ang Bataan?”

Mariel nodded hesitantly. “Pero hiwalay na kami nung naka-una sa ‘kin. May bagong jowa na ‘ko.”

Wel didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or choke her. “Buti ka pa.”

Ma-inggit daw ba. Eh ‘di balikan mo si Ethan.”

Wit. Give-up na ‘ko sa kanya.”

Mariel raised a brow. “Akala ko ba, hindi ka maka-get over?”

Asus! Ikaw nga, more harvest na, dedma lang sa ‘yo. Ako pa kaya.”

Mariel clutched her hands to her sides. “Hoy! Anong akala mo sa ‘kin—kalapating tambay sa bubong? Minahal ko rin ‘yon, ‘no.”

Kung minahal mo s’ya, ba’t mo hiniwalayan?”

Ayoko sa kanya. Walang future.”

Eh ‘yong ipinalit mo?

“College boy—pero chaca.”

Wel laughed. This was the only consolation he could get for the time being—and he was damn grateful. “Aba! Okrayola ka na ngayon, ha.”

Kerek!” Mariel flicked her hair off her shoulder. “Joke lang. Tanggap ko naman ang fezlak n’ya, eh. We’re meant for each other. Likes attract.”

The truth really hurts. Wel could never have Ethan because they were different. “Bingo! Talagang give-up na ‘ko.


ON YOUR MARK..GET SET...EMO! XD


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Wednesday, April 1, 2009

School of Rock ~Cool Funny Lines

Teacher: How's the beautification?
Student: Are you kidding?

-Jack Black to his young gay student



Summer: What am I supposed to be?
Jack: A groupie.
(the following day..)
Summer: I made a research on groupies. They are the band's sluts. They sleep with band members.
-So Jack made her the band manager. ROTFL

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

MOVING ON

"Life is too short and beautiful to be wasted on nonsense."
-Fly on a dog's poop.

"Starting all over is better than fretting over what can't be undone."
-Wasp on rebuilding its destroyed hive.

"Living in the shadows of the past is like forgetting there's always tomorrow."
-Caterpillar in its cocoon, can't wait to become a butterfly.

"What makes moving on difficult is the fact that you don't want to leave the good memories behind, and what makes it even harder is that you believe you're leaving the best thing in your life."
-Growing-up bird on leaving its mother's nest ('coz it will have to find food for itself now).

"Moving on is always paired with patience and determination."
-Turtle trying its hardest to get back to the water.

"It takes time to move on; and it leaves trails."
-Snail getting down the wall.

One-liner..


"...And stop calling your brother a little wart!"
-Mommy Frog to her toad.

"How on earth could you flunk multiplication?"
-Papa Rabbit on his bunny's report card.

"When I leave home, Mom's turning my room into a briefcase."
-Joey talking to another joey.

"Quit playing with your food!"
-Mother Cat to her kitten, playing jumping rope with two mice.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Keber ni Oscar Wilde

This part is extracted from Chapter 18. (Wel is also Samuel, as explained further in earlier chapters.)


Ethan was supposed to meet a business client but he changed his mind. He took the other elevator down and rode in his car. Speeding off on the road, he reminisced the special times he and Wel had spent together—Wel crying in a comfort room cubicle, that first kiss in his office, the incident in the comfort room at the hotel in Baguio, the night he had cried to Wel, the afternoon when Wel had opened up his true feelings, and the night he had lied to Wel. All those combined were not just worth half-a-million. It was too priceless just to forget.

Upon realizing that, he made a quick U-turn and headed back to Sunspot Hotel.

Meanwhile, at the bar, Kenneth broke his promise. He showed Wel a tiny box with a silver ring in it.

“Engagement ba `to? Sinasabi ko na nga ba, wala kang gagawing matino, eh.”

Sitting opposite Wel, Kenneth moved himself closer to the table. “Mahal na mahal talaga kita. At least, ‘di ‘to kontrata. Bumalik ka na sa’kin.”

Heller! May tiwang ka na talaga sa utak, ‘no? Alam ba ng jowa mo ang kataksilan mong ‘to?”

Kenneth lowered his head. “Hindi.” Then he straightened on his seat. “Pero ipapaalam ko rin sa kanya.”

Na ibe-break mo s’ya o pagsasabayin mo kami?”

Kenneth knew he couldn’t choose the latter. “Oo na. Ibe-break ko s’ya.”

Wel took time into consideration. “O sige. Makikipagbalikan ako sa’yo kung ibe-break mo s’ya—pero now na.”

“Huh? Sa susunod ko na lang ibe-break si Brando.”

Brando pala, ha! Wel took a mental note of it. Fortunately, Kenneth’s phone was on the table. “Hindi mo kayang gawin ngayon? P’wes—“ he snatched the phone—“ako ang gagawa.”

“`Wag!” Kenneth tried to snatch back and failed.

Too late Wel had already dialed up. “Hello. Is this Brando? Anyway, ako nga pala ang ex ni Kenneth. Alam mo bang nagtataksil s’ya ngayon? Isa lang ang dahilan kung ba’t ako tumawag: Turuan mo s’ya ng manners ‘pag nagkita ulit kayo, ha. Ikaw din—baka i-break ka n’ya informally. Wanna talk to him? Here he is.” He handed the phone to Kenneth.

Kenneth had been worrying but it aggravated when he found out that it was a real call.

O, ba’t ‘di maipinta ang mukha mo?” Wel teased more.

Kenneth pressed the end-call button. “Ba’t mo ginawa ‘yon?”

“There. Malinaw ang usapan. Hindi ka nakipag-break so hindi ako makikipagbalikan. May formal closure ka pang nalalaman. Manloloko.”

Bakit mo’ko binigla?”

“Binigla mo rin ako, eh.”

If Kenneth had just lost Brando, he couldn’t let this moment pass away and be partnerless. He calmed himself and sat beside Wel.

“Sam, minsan sa buhay n’ya, sinabi ni Oscar Wilde ang ganito: Nagpapakasal ang lalake out of boredom; ang babae naman, out of curiosity.”

Eh, sa’n ka do’n? ‘Di ka naman babae. ‘Di ka rin lalake. Sa palagay ko, may personal na galit sa’yo si Oscar Wilde. At ‘di ka naman magpapakasal, eh. ‘Pag tumuntong ka sa simbahan, tiyak na bubuka ang lupa.”

Makinig ka muna. Kaya lang naman ako nakipagrelasyon kay Brando, kasi bored na ako. Saman—

Ah, gano’n? So na-bored ka rin sa ’kin no’n kaya ka nakipag-break, tama ba?”

“Listen to me first.” Kenneth shifted closer and hung his whole arm along the length of Wel’s back from shoulder to shoulder. “Nakipagrelasyon ako kay Brando kasi bored na ako. Samantalang ikaw, mahal kita.”

Another plan sprouted in Wel’s head. He teasingly ran his hand across Kenneth’s thigh until it reached his crotch, stroking gently and meaningfully. He knew Kenneth was getting aroused because he felt “it” growing bigger and harder.

May sasabihin ka pa ba?” His tone was cool.

Kenneth’s eyes were deliriously blinking. “Sam, maha—argh!” he silently moaned in pain, mouth ajar.

Wel had just located his nuts and squeezed it a bit hard. “Hoy! Minsan sa buhay n’ya, sinabi ng lola ko ‘to: Ang lalakeng manloloko, manloloko habambuhay.

“S-Sam, wait,” Kenneth painfully begged, hand cupping his crotch.

Tama lang sa’yo ‘yan para ‘di ka na maimpluwensyahan ni Oscar Wilde,” Wel said with a sneer.

Suddenly, Ethan came, staring at Wel.

Anong ginagawa mo dito?” Wel asked.

Mag-usap tayo.”

Isa ka pa, eh. Alam mo bang may trauma na’ko sa pakikipag-usap? Gusto mong magaya kay Kenneth?”

Ethan looked down at Kenneth who was crimping in pain. He didn’t care at whatever was going on with that foolish guy. He took Wel’s hand and dragged him out of that bar.



Sweet Revenge

An excerpt from my untitled novel, taken from Chapter 13. The drift was taken from a comedy I dearly loved.

Ethan and Samuel were left alone. They looked at each other and glanced away with sky-high pride. Ethan began by pleading to Samuel to go back to work at Brentford. With a stiff upper lip, Sam turned him down. They spent some moment of a piss-poor negotiating job, though.

“Let’s just talk about it in the car.”

“You think sasabay ako sa’yo? Duh! Mag-isa ka. Mukha mo.”

“Hindi ka yayaman sa pride mo. Malayo pa ang sakayan dito.”

“Balewala lang sa’yo ang pride kase mapera ka.”

“Hindi ka talaga sasakay?” Ethan’s last offer.

“Hindi.” Samuel contemptuously stared then began walking off.

Ethan’s car sped off, passing by him. Anger burned inside him that his whole body raised temperature. He tried to chase but got tired, finally stopping to pant.

Hoy, Echas, may araw ka rin!” Samuel exasperatedly shouted. Then he put his left palm under his right elbow, with right fist clenched, saying, “Eto ka, Echas, eto ka!

An hour later, Samuel hopped off a bus. He got off at the same place where Ethan had dropped him off on the day he had spilled coffee on the former. He walked slowly with painful legs and sore feet. Across the road he saw Ethan seated on the hood of the damned car that had left him an hour ago. Ethan seemed to have been waiting for him.

Samuel treaded on nonchalantly. Ethan followed at a safe distance behind.

Pagod na pagod ka yata,” Ethan teased.

Samuel walked on. “Gago ka ba? Anlayo kaya ng nilakad ko.

Sabi ko kasi, sumabay ka na. Aayaw-ayaw ka pa, eh. Adik ka rin, eh.

Samuel stopped and turned. “Mas adiktus ka. Ba’t mo’ko iniwan?

Ethan also stopped, distance kept remained. “Ang tigas kasi ng ulo mo. Pinapairal pa kasi ang pride.

Samuel pivoted and walked up again. Ethan went into motion.

Bumalik ka na kasi sa Brentford.

“In your dreams.”

“Okay. I’ll give you a ten percent raise. Or twenty.”

Samuel puffed up some bangs covering his left eye. “How cheap. Sa yaman mong ‘yan, hanggang twenty percent lang ang kaya mong idagdag?

Hindi ako waldas. Businessman ako.

For the second time, Samuel stopped and faced Ethan. Of course, Ethan also ceased from walking.

Eh ano pa’ng itinatayu-tayo mo d’yan? Businessman ka, ‘di ba? Baka nalilimutan mong Lunes ngayon?

“Absent ako ngayon pero I’m making a business deal. Kaya pumayag ka na. ‘Wag mo nang aksayahin ang oras ko.

Disdainfully, Samuel folded his arms. “Abusado ka, ha. Ikaw ang may kailangan, ikaw pa ang reklamador.” He noticed something in Ethan’s grasp and asked about it.

Isang box ng chocolates. For you.”

“You bribing me?”

“Peace offering. I know you’re mad at me, so I bought chocolates. Sabi kasi nila, ‘Choco latte makes the pain go away.’ Nice rhyme, ain’t it?” Ethan stretched his arm, giving off the box.

Ayoko n’yan. Walang katambal.” Samuel pretended he was thinking of something.

Anong katambal? Don’t tell me, gusto mo ng roses? Babae ka ba?

“Kalahati.”

“Kaya nga kalahati lang ang ibinibigay ko. Chocolates lang. Choosy ka pa?” Ethan shook the box in front of Sam’s face.

“I’ll take that in one condition: lumuhod ka sa harap ko.”

“What! Nangangarap ka na naman ba? Tanggapin mo na lang kasi ‘to!” Ethan furiously demanded.

Ayaw mo?” Samuel waited awhile then turned to leave. He walked slowly.

Sandali.

Samuel briskly turned around. “Ano—luluhod ka na? Kung ayaw mo, aalis na’ko.” He pretended to pivot.

Sandali nga!”

’Wag mo nga sayangin ang oras ko. Gagawin mo ba o hindi?” Samuel repeatedly tapped his shoe on the ground, mimicking a ticking clock.

Glaring, Ethan exhaled audibly. He flipped his head and flipped back with a sigh. He did it again with a louder sigh. Then again with a clearer sigh.

In hidden amusement, Samuel was waiting, giving Ethan a prompting stare. Ethan had no choice. He badly needed a designer and he needed to do Sam’s foolish idea. He scanned around the area. Fortunately, not a soul was lurking out under the summer sun. In half-hesitation, he knelt on one knee, head ducked down, hand with chocolate raised towards Samuel.

Kumakagat talaga si Engot! Samuel thought. He made a big flattered smile and waited for a few seconds before finally spoiling the fun by taking the box of sweets.

Ethan immediately sprang to his feet. He scanned around again and wiped his perspiring forehead with the back of his palm.

Ayan. Ginawa ko na, ha. Mag-report ka tomorrow sa office,” Ethan demanded.

Pag-iisipan ko pa, ‘no.” Sam glanced at the box.

Tsk. Anong pag-iisipan? Tumupad ako sa usapan kaya tumupad ka rin.”
“Hala
! May usapan ba tayo?”

“Meron. Nagbigay ka pa nga ng kundisyon na lumuhod ako sa harap mo.”

Tanga. Peace offering lang ‘tong chocolates, ‘di ba? May pinirmahan ba ‘kong kasulatan na babalik na’ko sa trabaho?”

Ethan irritably scratched his head. “Pinaghirapan ko ‘yon tapos pag-iisipan mo pa?”

“Tigilan mo nga ako. ‘Pag ako nainis, ‘di ko na pag-iisipan yun.”

Gano’n? Gimme back the chocolates.” Ethan tried to snatch the box.

Samuel hid it behind him. “Lelang mo. Ibinigay mo na, eh. Alis na. Bumalik ka na sa office.” He turned around and walked homewards. Knowing Ethan couldn’t see him, he closed his eyes and smiled brightly.

Ethan stayed put. “Pumasok ka bukas, ha?”

Sam didn’t answer. From an irate look, Ethan’s face suddenly switched to a blithesome one, with a smile undoubtedly authentic.