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Paano nalaman ni Codename Twilight ang tinatagong bagong relationship (amoy bagong kotse pa) ng kaibigan na itatago natin sa pangalang Codename Otoro. (Apparently, secret daw muna. Ssshh.)

Twilight: =))
Twilight: sabi ko kasi
Twilight: kayo na
Twilight: tapos hahaha lang
Twilight: tapos bglang
Twilight: uy di si <<name of former crush>> ah
Twilight: )
Twilight: wat d f
Twilight: )

Kala ko ba secret? Eh umamin agad? O likas lang talagang magaling si Twilight?

Otoro, congrats sa natagpuang pagmamahal. Sananawa’y maging maligaya kayo. Mabuhay ang pag-ibig!

January 18, 1998 sinagot ko ang aking first laaaaab. Sinulog nun at syempre dahil bawal pa ako magkaboyfriend, sa kalsada ko sya sinagot. 15 years old pa ang beauty. Maganda, bata pero hindi kumekerengkeng. (Mabenta lang talaga. Aw!)

His name? Jesus Basilio Sable. Kerri?

Okay sana kung yung pronunciation ay Gee-sus Sey-ble, para sosy at pwede pang pang-entry sa Marvel comics mala Silver Sable. Kaso sadyang bisaya talaga: He-sus Basilio Sab-le. Parang extra sa isang nawawalang comedy skit na gawa ni Jose Rizal. Jesus Ginoo!

Match made in Jologs Heaven di ba? Sa mga di nakakaalam, Ma. (Maria) Kharisma ang pangalan ko.

Ma. Kharisma at Jesus Basilio.

I rest my case.

(Sa mga curious, hindi ganun ka improved yung sumunod: Ricardo Christopher. Pero pwede na rin. Hehehe.)

Kinababaliwan ko ngayon! Hahahaha! Sobrang baliw na ako, nagdownload pa talaga ako ngn soundtrack kahit dehins ko sya naiintindihan. Ayun!

Panoorin nyo rito: http://kaligutpay.meemax.net/there-she-is/

Sana ma-enjoy nyo rin.

World peace!

So what happens if two strong personalities try to get together?

It’s one big kaboom.

In our case, boom baratatatat… boom boom boom.. weeng weeng bang bang!

It’s probably going to faze.

Or maybe

Kaboom!

We’ll see.

could have been 5 years.

But it’s not and never will be.

Move along people. Nothing to see here.

In parallel sa pagdradrama rin ng isang kadugo ko, meron din akong mga nyornyornyor (ayon kay Aileen) moments.

Naghahanap ako ng friendship. Friendship nga na naiintindihan ako through tariray moodiness and pranka tactlessness (ang ambiguous ano?). Pero yun nga, hang damidami nang nagsasabi (front o backstabbing) na super tactless ang beauty ko. And believe me dahil gusto ko naman magkaroon ng kahit isa o dalawang friends, kaya binawasan ko itech.

Pero mukhang over the top na talaga ang pranka level ko at kahit anong pagiging careful ay pranka pa rin ang chenes. (Kakaibang level na itu!) Heniweys, nafagod na rin ang lola. Sa sobrang pag-iingat, nagmistulang basang kuting. Nangingig at takot. Takot magkamali, takot madulas.

Kaya heto ako. Naghahanap ng tunay na friendship. Ayoko ng plastic. Tatanggapin din naman kita mader (ano ako hipokrita?). Wag ka lang magsinungaling sa akin. Ifufull volume ko ang kaprankahan ko kung nagkataon (sige ka).

San ka na mader? Let’s go eat sago. I’m here. Naghahanap ng friendship na matatanggap ako kung sa sino ako.

Darna!

(Napatingin kayo ano? Bastus talaga kayo. Palibhasa ganyan ang title.)

Kung gusto nyong malaman paano nahahambing sa isang dedong kuting sa mahalimuyak na concepto ng pag-ibig, hala basahin nyo dito. (Singit: Hanapan nyo nga please ng boylet yang kilcher na yan. Baka jerbaks vs love na ang next blog nire. Hay, may-i-pray nalang.)

It’s simple. Live cat = Love ka rin nya. Dead cat = You suck. Go piss in your pants. (Huwwaatt!?)

Kesehodong ang morbid man ang analogy-ing ito, me wisdom naman sa autistic mind ni kicher y del quattro.

Pero different strokes for different folks di ba? (Back stroke, front stroke, fancy diving too!!) Ang dami kayang pwedeng gawin sa isang box na may pusa. Di ba? Analogize nga natin. Anong gagawin mo sa box?

1. Sunugin ang box

Analogize: uhmmm.. Let’s not go there. Hehehe. (Down evil split personality. Down!)

2. M style

Comment-381
ang sabi ni M:
m: kalugin mo na lang yung box. pag may nag meow buhay pa yung pusa
OO NGA NAMAN!

Analogize: Comment-382
The best ang talino ni M.

O ayan na tinats, baka sya na nga ang soulmate mo. Nalampasan nya ang iyong paradox. Kakalugin lang nya yung babae para malaman nya kung me feelings din sa kanya o wala. Wahehe.

Sidenote: Single si M. Anyone? Yoohoo! Comment lang kung gusto nyo ng number nya at isang stick ng butter. Ahehe.

3. Number (2), tapos namatay yung pusa

kilcher04: naisip ko lang
kilcher04: pag inalog mo yung box, tas nag-meow nga yung pusa …
kilcher04: di alam mong buhay pa.
kilcher04: pero mababasag yung vial of poison.
kilcher04: so mamatay rin yung pusa =))
Ako: e di alam omn gmamamatay sya
kilcher04: walang kwentaaaaa
Ako: at lesat alam mo
Ako: yung naman yung point )
kilcher04: so buhay siya for a while, then namatay rin )
Ako: oo
kilcher04: sige nga pano i-interpret yang metaphor na yan? )
Ako: paginalog mo yung babae, malalaman mo agad kung mahal ka nya o hindi
Ako: pero kung mahal ka man nya, maglalaho din dahil inalog mo
Ako: )
kilcher04: mang-sasampal )
Ako: nagulat ata yung babae sa pang-aalog
kilcher04: ayoooooosh !
kilcher04: =))

4. Number (2) para mamatay yung pusa

Ako: anong metaphor naman yung sinadya mong alugin para mamatay yung pusa
Ako: aaaaaaaahhhh
Ako: alam ko na
Ako: it applies to you kilcher sobra
Ako: hihi )
kilcher04: huwaat? huwaaat?
kilcher04: )
Ako: inalog mo yung pusa para mamatay na agad
Ako: kung patay na, okay lang
kilcher04: ekzakli
Ako: kung buhay pa, inalog mo para mamatay ng mas mabilis
kilcher04: =))
Ako: metaphorically, inalog mo para mawala na ang pag-ibig
Ako: takot ka sa pag-ibig Kilcher
Ako: woooooo
Ako: i now understand you. (-_-)
kilcher04: amfufu
kilcher04: pano ka naman nakarating sa conclusion na yan?
kilcher04: ?!
Ako: inalog mo nga para mamatay ang pusa
Ako: sa pag-ibig
Ako: sinadya mogn alugin para mawala ang pag-ibig
Ako: dahil takot ka sa pag-ibig )

O di ba?

Panis kayo sa what-is-love ni Kilcher. Kung nalilito pa rin kayo sa love, kumuha kayo ng pusa at ilagay nyo sa box. Pwede namang hindi lason, pwedeng fraternity paddle o di kaya super-lolo (lagay nyo sa loob tapos sindihan nyo isang tali papuntang box). Pwede ring daga, aso o di kaya tuko. Depende kung anong tingin nyo sa inyong pag-ibig (sneaky, slobbery o clingy).

Any more love question? Kumatok lang po sa Brown Shuttle, hanapin ang munting binibini (Kilcher) at isigaw mo lang “Take me. Take me now!”

I hate let’s-wait-for-the-future things although that’s what I have been telling them. I hate telling them that because I know I hate waiting for the future. I hate waiting (period). He knows that well.

Sometimes patience is needed for the right decision. However, in this case, my cowardice overrides my patience. I don’t want to wait for a bad future. It’s not the bad future that scares me. It’s the waiting. And when you waited and waited but got the bad future instead of a good one; it sucks. You waited for nothing. No, not nothing. Something worse than nothing. They say waiting is worth every second when a good future happens. But maybe not for me. I hate waiting and I hate anticipation (I walk out during suspenseful parts during home movie watching). I always anticipate some bad future, probably because I deserve it. So I won’t wait.

I can’t. It’s instinct. Some bad experience that might have happened before when I waited and waited and got a bad future. I don’t know if it will go away. Suspense is building up and I want to run out of here.

But sometimes running takes time. Running takes preparation. Hopefully, while trying to run, while trying to prepare, I’ll look back. Maybe look forward, try to see the good future. Try not to see the long wait. Maybe look at the bad future as well. Maybe the bad future won’t last so long. Hopefully, while looking, while trying to run, I will realize maybe the good future might be worth waiting for after all.

The mischievous smile. Your cute cheekbones. How we could talk for hours about your games, books and magazines versus my anime, gadgets and clothes.

Far worse than the things that I will miss, I lost my closest friend. If I could keep you as a friend, I would. And yet, it is impossible for us to be friends. We both know that and we both know why.

I know what I lost. No, it wasn’t worth it. But I can’t erase what I have done. And we can’t ignore what we have become because of that.

One last glimpse. One last look together to the world ahead of us. I really do regret that we can’ t look at the world together after this.

Thank you for everything. And I’m sorry.

I know I can never erase what I did before. I know I can never erase the hurt of what I did yesterday. I’m still very sorry.