Tawagin Mo Akong Ligaya: The G4M Adventures 2

Tawagin Mo Akong Ligaya: The G4M Adventures 1

Isang gabi, magkasabay kami ni Cubao Boy na nagchat sa lobby ng G4M.  Napansin ko na abala syang chinachat.  E shempre, nag-oshoso ako. Ako fa! May cam ang kolokoy na nakulitan ni CB, so clinick ko.

Ay. Teh, naka-shorts sya. At sando. Sight na sight ko ang arms nya. And mind you, biceps pa lang, ulam na. Ang sarap papakin! *tulo laway*

Aba, magpapahuli ba ako kay CB? Of course not! Naki-eksena ako.

Ternie: Hoy, CB, pakilala mo naman ako sa kausap mo.

CB: Ay. Chege. Eternal Wanderer, meet Pilosopo. Pilosopo, meet Eternal Wanderer.

Pilosopo: Hi, Eternal Wanderer!

Ternie: Oh, please you're too formal. Do call me Ternie. I'm dalisay, busilak, and mayumi. And you're smokin' hot.

Nakita kong natawa sya on cam. Bumenta yata ang hirit ko.

Pilosopo: Sure, sure. Lemme do that again. Hi Ternie, I'm Tasyo. You wana go private on YM? *winks*

Aw.

Yayaaaaaaaaa, where's my clip naaaaaaa? Make hawi naman my golden, flaxen locks because it's getting long eeeeeh!

Tawagin Mo Akong Ligaya: The G4M Adventures 3

Random Notes to Some Bloggers

Sa aking Kabit, na-miss na kita sobra! Pwede bang ako na lang mag-manage sa mga panadero mo???

Sa aking Kalangitan, fakers will go to hell, pwamis! MWAHAHAHAHAHA

Sa aking Vulcan, relak lang ok? Mashado mong pinu-push saili mo. Mmmwaaaaaah

Sa aking Miley Cyrus, alagaan mo ang iyong buko. Kundi ako ang iinum nyan! BWAHAHAHAHA

Sa aking Fashion Institute, kakalurkey ang image mo ngayon! Impeyrnez, very chorvah!

Sa aking Napag-apuyan, magparamdam ka naman ;)

Sa Tres Marias, nag-enjoy ako sa kape natin noon. Napaka-stimulating at free-flwoing ang mga kwento't diskusyon! Mariang Makiling, di pa rin ako naniniwala na busy-busyhan ka. Busy-busyhan sa booking pa ako maniiwala nyahahaha. Mariang Sinukuan, wag ka na-emote, ok? Mariang Palad, sino na naman bago mong inaalembong?!

Sa aking Boy Jakulero, hinay-hinay lang. Nakakabulag daw ang pagtitikol. Baka tumaas lalo grado ng salamin mo!

Sa aking Dikya, once a dikya, always a dikya lolz Hayaan mo, inuman tayo one of these days ;)

The Futility of a Dialogue

L'amour en rose

The solitary rose was lying on the table when I woke up. I had completely forgotten about putting it in the flower vase as my mind was preoccupied when I arrived home.

As I examined it, I noticed the blemishes were starting to set in. It was just a rosebud, its petals not yet fully open. "Now, I guess it'll never fully bloom," I mused to myself "just like you and I."

The Embedded Memory in Comfort Food

Everyone has his or her own  idea of what comfort food is.  It is highly subjective; most of  the association stemming  from pleasant  and memorable childhood experiences. For us Filipinos, what food could give more comfort than our own cuisine?  For some, it may be a bowl of pipping-hot sinigang na baboy, the meat and fat quivering in its softness, the vegetables green and crunchy, and the soup so sour  that one can't help but shudder in delight.  For others, it may be the humble adobo, be it saucy or dry, dark or light, sour or salty.  Eggs and potatoes are optional of course, but it is always best if it's lovingly cooked at home.

Masarap Ba ang Baygon?

Naalala ko yung isang tropa ko nung h.s. Hindi sya katangkaran masyado, pero gwapo't balbunin. Machong macho, tisoyin, at tipong habulin ng mga babae.  Pag mga soiree namin with Assumption, St. Scho,  Holy Spirit, STC, at Miriam, e sya siguro ang isa sa mga pinaka-popular sa mga  kerengkeng na pechay.  Di mapagkakaila na chickboy na chickboy sya.

Sya ay isang chick na mahilig sa boys.

In Search Of is Experiencing Technical Difficulties

Of all the darn things that could happen, the hard disk of my desktop bricked on me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

And to think I was about to buy a new external hard disk just to back up the friggin' data.

Aaaaaaaaargh.

Will be back as soon I sort out this thing.

Roadkill of a Heart

No recriminations, no bitterness. I understand where you're coming from.

It may not have been grand, it may not have been a lot, but I'd like to believe there was SOMETHING. It was that something that fueled all those times I chose to keep you company through the night. It was that something that fueled my patience in trying to adjust to who and what you are.  It was that something the fueled my acceptance of our difficult situation.