usapang lalaki.

reposted from tiff. 'di ako sang-ayon, pero nakakaaliw din basahin. :)

*gabe. usapang lalake*
*sindi ng yosi*
*hithit*
*buga*

Musta na, pare? Ako, okay lang. Eto. Nagmumuni-muni. Nag-iisip. Minsan talaga may mga bagay na hindi ko maintindihan. Ewan ko ba.

*hinga ng malalim*

Bakit ba ganun pare, ilang beses ko na pinag-aralan pero lagi na lang lumalabas na parang kahit ‘sang anggulo mo tingnan,
hindi nagiging patas para sa mga lalake ang ilang bagay pagdating sa pagmamahal.

*tingin sa stars*

Minsan naiisip ko, alam kaya ng mga babae ang hirap ng lalake
na gumawa ng first move para magtapat ng pagmamahal?
E yung hirap na dinadaanan sa panliligaw at pagsuyo sa mahal nya?
Ang feeling ng masaktan pag nabasted?
Malamang-lamang siguro, hindi ano.
Wala naman yata silang alam sa mga paghihirap naten e.

Ang alam lang ata nila e mamili, manakit, at

magsaya. Tingin mo?

*tingin sa malayo*

Lagi naman ganun. Una pa lang, lalake na ang naghihirap.
Hassle saten ang panliligaw pero bago pa yun,
kung ano pang diskarte ang gagawin naten
para masabi naten sa kanila na mahal natin sila.
Alam kaya nila yun? Mahirap magsabi na mahal mo na yung babae, diba?
Tapos liligawan pa naten.

Patutunayan na mahal nga sila. Susuyuin

to-the-max.

Maghahatid sa bahay, tutulungan,

sasabayan, palalamunin, pagtyatyagaan,

lahat na.

Kulang na lang e pagsilbihan mo nang

walang sahod.

At ano ang kapalit? Well, depende sa trip nila. Oo tol, sa trip lang nila.
Wala silang pake kesehodang mahal natin talaga sila.

Basta ang alam nila, pag di nila tayo

trip,

isang malaking HINDE ang makukuha

naten,

kahit umiyak pa tayo ng dugo o lumuhod sa mga asing buu-buo.
Para lang silang namimili ng damit na di man lang sinusukat bago ayawan.
Kaya kahit mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal natin, sorry tayo.
Hindi nila alam kung mahal mo sila.
Kailangan mong maabot ang kanilang mga standards o uuwi ka lang na bad trip, iiling-iling, at minsan, luhaan.

Wala tayong magagawa, marami silang alibi.

“Hindi pa ‘ko ready eh..”,

“Sorry pero I think we should just be friends..”,

“Ha? Uhhmm.. nagpapatawa ka ba? Hahahaha..”

“Better luck next time na lang muna, okay lang?”,

“Give me a decade. Pag-iisipan ko muna..”,

“Para lang kitang kapatid e..”,

yaddah yaddah.

Isang malaking pagsasaklob ng langit at lupa ‘yon para saten.

*kuha ng bote ng beer*
*lagok*
*lunok*

At hindi lang ‘yon tol. Sa pre-relationship stage pa lang yon.
Pag sinagot na nila tayo, satin pa rin ang hassle.

Tayo daw ang mga lalake kaya

tayo ang hahawak ng relasyon.

Tayo ang aayos kung may gulo;

tayo ang dapat magpapakabait;

tayo ang magtatyaga;

tayo ang magiging devoted at faithful;

tayo, tayo tayo.

Sila? Ummm… Teka, isipin ko.

Ayun.

Sila ang magsasabi kung anong oras kayo dapat

magmeet;

sila ang magtetext ng mga mushy at kabalbalang

texts;

sila ang magdedemand sayo ng kung anu-ano;

sila ang magbabawal;

sila ang magsasabi kung kelan ka dapat mag-shave,

kung kelan ka pwedeng tumawag sa bahay nila,

kung kelan sila di dapat bad tripin dahil meron sila,

at kung kelan ka korni.

Ewan. Ganun ata talaga.

*kuha ng bote ng beer*
*lagok*
*lunok*

Hindi pa yun tapos pare, dahil dapat tayo ang bahala kung ano ang

magiging takbo ng relasyon.

Pag maganda, edi okay.

Pag may problema, kasalanan naten.

Haay buhay. Minsan talaga kung tutuusin sakit sila ng ulo.

Kaya lang mahal naten kaya di na natin

iniintindi yun.

*hinga ng malalim*

Pero alam mo tol, feeling ko mas sincere pa tayo magmahal sa kanila.
Alam mo yun, iba tayo magmahal e.
Hindi lang parang laru-laro lang. Seryoso.
At kung magmahal man tayo, lubus-lubusan.

Mas mature?

Hindi yung parang pambata lang gaya nila na kesyo magseselos-selos, iiyak-iyak, iina-inarte, dadradrama, at kung anu-ano pa.
Hindi lang kababawan. Ka-mushyhan. Kababaihan. Iba tayo pag nagmahal.

*hinga ng malalim*
*tingin sa malayo ulit*

At ito pa ang pinakamasaklap.

*singhot*

Ang ending ng relasyon.
Sa mga panahong ‘to, either
sawa na sila, hindi na tayo trip,
may nahanap na silang better saten,
o kaya they need f*cking space and time muna.
Bad trip no? Wala na naman tayong choice. Sila ang masusunod.

At ano pa ang kasamang hassle don?
Syempre wasak na ang imahe naten.
Tayo ang lalabas na may kasalanan.
Na playboy. Na nagpapaiyak.

*iiling*

Tayo siyempre ang mga antagonist
at sila yung mga bidang inaapi at parang mga pusang iiyak-iyak.

Ang ending:
mag-ooffer sila ng “friendship” kuno matapos tayong pagsawaan,
lahat ng gifts naten nasa kanila,
sawi tayo sa pag-ibig, “player” na ang image naten,
at higit sa lahat,
mag-iisip kung papaano ipagpapatuloy ang buhay.
Maiiwan tayong tulala, mag-iisip kung saan nagkamali, mamomroblema sa pag-aadjust sa pagiging single, at di na naman makakatulog.

Haay buhay. Ang hirap maging lalake.
Lagi ka na lang naiiwan sa ere.
Ano? Hindi ka na nagsalita? In-love ka no?

Ako, kamusta? Eto.
Yoyosi-yosi. Bubuntong-buntong hininga. Titingin-tingin sa bituin. Mumuni-muni. Lalagok ng alak

Ang mga babae talaga, oo.

daddy's rules for dating.

Daddy's Rules for Dating (copied from bart)
Your dad's rules for your boyfriend (or for you if you're a guy):

Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're surely not picking anything up.

Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a 'Barrier method' of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: 'early.'

Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing or holding hands. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies that feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor.

NAME _____________________________ DATE OF BIRTH ____________
HEIGHT ________ WEIGHT _________ IQ __________ GPA _________
SOCIAL SECURITY #______________ DRIVERS LICENSE #____________
BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES__________________________________
______
HOME ADDRESS_____________________________________________________
CITY/STATE ____________________________ ZIP______

Do you have parents? ___Yes ___No
Is one male and the other female? ___Yes ___No
If No, explain: _______________________________________________________
___________________________________________________________________

Number of years they have been married _________________________________

If less than your age, explain:
____________________________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________

ACCESSORIES SECTION:
A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No
B. A truck with oversized tires? __Yes __No
C. A waterbed? __Yes __No
D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __No
E. A tattoo? __Yes __No
F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, __Yes __No
pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring?

(IF YOU ANSWERED 'YES' TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY. I SUGGEST RUNNING.)

ESSAY SECTION:
In 50 words or less, what does 'LATE' mean to you?
____________________________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________

In 50 words or less, what does 'DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER' mean to you?
____________________________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________

In 50 words or less, what does 'ABSTINENCE' mean to you?
____________________________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________

REFERENCES SECTION:
Church you attend ___________________________________________________
How often you attend ________________________________________________
When would be the best time to interview your:
father? ____________
mother? ___________
pastor? ____________

SHORT-ANSWER SECTION:
Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely, all answers are confidential.

A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be:
____________________________________________________________________
B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my:
____________________________________________________________________
C: A woman's place is in the:
____________________________________________________________________
D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is:
____________________________________________________________________
E. What do you want to do IF you grow up?
____________________________________________________________________
F. When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is:
____________________________________________________________________
G. What is the current going rate of a hotel room? __________________________

I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT, NATIVE AMERICAN ANTI TORTURE, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, AND HILLARY CLINTON KISS TORTURE.

__________________________________________________________________
Applicant's Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)

_______________________________ ________________________________
Mother's Signature Father's Signature

_______________________________ ________________________________
Pastor/Priest/ Rabbi State Representative/Congressman

Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual. Please allow four to six years for processing.

You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write (since you probably can't, and it would cause you injury). If your application is rejected, you will be notified by two gentlemen wearing white ties carrying violin cases (you might want to watch your back).

econ 100.1 finals - does anybody know the time and place? :)

moving on.

i've experienced yet a single break-up in my life. and i was the one who initiated it. yet, no matter how many times i told myself that i do not have any right to feel hurt because it was my fault, it was painful. it hurt for some time. after a while though, i got to move on, to go to reunions and see him again with a smile on my face like nothing bad happened.. or like i never did him wrong. i felt guilty that everything passed me by rather quickly, but then again, there was no use pretending that you i still felt dramatic about all that happened though i was really over everything. it was over. that's it.

now, i am happy. or maybe not. but at least i know that i'm not super sad. what i'm going through right now is far different from breaking up with my first boyfriend, but it somehow feels the same. there's the pain, the longing, the what-if's, the guilt. yet, there's also peace, and (okaaay, i have to admit), a bit of happiness. it's still the same old painful loss, but this time around, i'm assured that what - or who - i lost, is in a better state than when we were together. for her, there's no more pain and suffering. just peace. and hopefully hapiness.

i don't like holding on. i move on quite fast. i can get over this. i can, i can, i can. in fact, i've laughed a lot of times since last week. i'm yearning to go to the mall with my girl friends, to see my crush(es), to get good grades (after a depressing accounting exam).. i long to live my life again. there are some major changes, a lot of missing parts in my life, huge decisions that suddenly appeared and now my mind's overflowing with a lot of stuff. my aunts and uncles tell me to just study hard and fulfill my mom's dreams for me, but as of the moment, studying is what i suck at most. i just want to chill, to go out, to drink, to party, to have fun and forget everything. no matter how hard i try, i just can't study. or maybe i don't want to study yet. i try to clear my mind but it's still preoccupied. my stat exam is sitting here in front of me at the computer but i don't know when i'd (want to) start.

okay, i'm ranting big time. basta.. i don't know anymore. my life seems pointless.

let's end this na. thank you for all who came, who texted, and most especially to those who prayed. my mom is happy now, and i guess i should be too, anytime soon. *hugs* God bless.

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good black day. :)

it has been raining unpredictably for the past days, but i never did expect a black out to happen today. as i sat at home all day hoping for the electricity to go back, plans on what to do when the laptop's up and working again kept running through my mind - copying my unfinished papers to my usb was first, and reviewing for our cwts quiz tomorrow was next (the undiscussed coverage is posted on the website, so i have no means of reviewing it amidst a black out). i waited in vain all day until i finally fell asleep immediately after dinner. at around 10, i woke up to the sound of the tv and my sisters' and mom's loud chatting. it was all too late, but i still felt relieved that finally, the electricity's back.

for today, i learned a couple of things. first was that when rain falls heavier than the usual, only one-fourth of the usual people who go to church actually show up for mass. at first, me and my sister were guilty of feeling lazy as well, given the temptation of staying at home all-day lying on bed and listening to the pouring rain. plus, taking a bath was scary in a pitchblack bathroom. anyway, the rain toned down when we finally stepped out to walk to church. i guess God was telling us then that we were doing the right thing.

for tonight, i succeeded in copying my files alright (after digging into my backpack for minutes trying to find my usb), but i got irritated when the ym wasn't functioning at that very crucial time. my mom's already told me that there's no class tomorrow, but i just needed to find out for myself. and then i found out about the web messenger (okay, sorry if everybody knows about it already and i'm the only ignorante left behind), and i find it so cool that i'm thinking about using it instead of the wreck-prone ym that we have here at home. and thank God again, there's a concrete announcement regarding class suspension. wee! long week-end right here.

plus, i got to chat with bea after a looong time. we have our first date for the sem set on tues. i just hope nothing else comes up on that day. cross-fingers.

haha. it's been ages since i blogged like this. totally missed it. hahaha. God bless you guys! peace.

PS: i'm soooo happy today because there are tons of chocolate at home. i shouldn't miss brushing my teeth before sleeping, or else.. ^^

don't mind me.

a minute ago my heart's been overflowing with negative feelings that i just wanted to pour into writing. but i guess it will be too risky. i just got suddenly scared of what others might think if i do a dramatic monologue here. so, i guess i'll continue to keep it in. don't mind me. i'm oooookay. ^^