tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46931460519652519442024-03-13T13:11:34.317+08:00G's spotGBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-91917275869616091582012-07-23T05:33:00.001+08:002012-07-23T05:33:06.345+08:00ang bestfriend at ang minamahal
Ilang taon na rin ang nakalipas, kung kelan lugmok sa pag-ibig ang aking matalik na kaibigan, 'di ko napigilan ang sarili kong sabihin sa kanya ang umusbong na pagmamahal na 'di namin inakalang tutubo. Iyon din ang araw na isinuko ko ang pagkakaibigan namin hindi dahil sa gusto kong lumipas na ang nararamdaman ko para sa kanya kundi dahil di ko na kayang makita s'yang naghihirap. Sa tuwing GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-68244944427175789182012-07-19T05:40:00.000+08:002012-07-19T05:40:11.230+08:00fb, ads, business
Going public is like penetrating the world of corporate giants. But Facebook isn't just a giant. It's a trend, a social media in itself, a realization of the dream that the world is so small.
Few years ago, the social networking site was just a simple, blue interface where you can read lots of interesting things about your friends. There were pictures, updates and links. As time went by, it GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-17493026866415403702012-07-18T07:27:00.002+08:002012-07-18T07:27:32.536+08:00To Forgive and To Give Up
It was more than two years ago...
Everything turned dark
For every heartbeat is a sound of clock ticking.
It's killing me inside
Like the sickening air that consumes the life.
I would never have to face death at this early
Not because of you.
But I forgive you
For it's the right thing to do.
Now, I have to give up
The things I used to have.
This is the price of forgiving the both of us.GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-4449542835826798912012-07-18T07:16:00.002+08:002012-07-18T07:16:28.388+08:00Pasakalye ng Puso (bilang 2)
S'ya: Ansakit naman makapagsabi ng totoo...
Ako: So, kapag mahal mo ang tao kelangan magaganda lang sinasabi? Di ba pwedeng sabihin lahat ng totoo kasi nakikilala mo na sya at mas lalo n'yang naa-appreciate ang buong pagkatao n'ya?
S'ya: Sabe mo eh!
Ako: Talaga!GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-25664541644143284112012-07-17T07:43:00.001+08:002012-07-17T07:43:45.811+08:00Siya na (ata) Ang Huli
Dali-dali akong bumyahe papunta sa isang kapehan kung saan s'ya naghihintay sa 'kin. Hindi ako sanay na nauuna s'ya kapag nagkikita kami kasi ako ang laging excited sa mga lakad namin.
'Di ko kasi namalayan ang oras habang nakipagkwentuhan ako sa isa sa mga kaibigan ko noong hayskul. Halos isang taon na rin kasi kaming hindi nagkita kaya andaming kwento kahit na hindi naman 'yun GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-3277872527579790072012-07-17T07:41:00.001+08:002012-07-17T07:41:47.228+08:00Pasakalye ng Puso
Ako: 'Wag mo hayaan na lamunin ng lungkot 'yang puso mo kasi hindi na titibok 'yan 'pag nangyari yun. Ginawa ang puso para magmahal kahit walang kapalit.
S'ya: Ganun?
Ako: Oo naman! Tingnan mo 'ko, kahit 'di mo mahal oks lang kasi pinagtatrabaho ko puso ko. Hinahayaan ko 'tong tumibok... para sa 'yo...
GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-57423230817173915262012-07-17T07:28:00.002+08:002012-07-17T07:28:26.015+08:00Life As I Know It
Shortly after the revelation, it was hell. As if there was an eclipse that changed the hue of the day into a night-like light. The air that surrounded me was so dry that made it hard to breathe... Then suddenly, the rain of tears fell. It moistened my dry face. Every drop of it was a reminder of the mistakes I made.
I was throbbing. The air escaped my lungs and yet I managed to light a GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-53710180306642981492012-07-17T07:16:00.000+08:002012-07-17T07:16:49.859+08:00I Stand By The Sand
The stars were twinkling in the dark night.
I can see some clouds passing by as if teasing the moon.
Down there are the home lights that lit the city like the sparkling dress of the show girls I saw in the television.
But the mountain above the city boasts its might saying it's dominant.
Now, I can see myself standing by the sea amid the vast sands.
I can feel the grains of sand GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-77119867425794815042012-07-17T07:15:00.001+08:002012-07-17T07:15:24.611+08:00Isang Taon at Kalahati ang Nakalipas
Cliche: "Parang kelan lang."
Labing apat na buwan na ang nakalipas nang huling nagsulat ako sa blog na 'to. Nakakatuwa... Kasi sa kabila ng mahabang panahon na 'yun eh sariwa pa rin sa 'kin ang mga naisulat ko dito.
Andami na rin palang nangyari. Andami ko nang nakilalang tao. Yung iba mas nakilala ko. Meron namang hindi ko na kilala kasi parang may nagbago... Pati nga sarili ko di ko na GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-53928329898098190492011-01-17T10:04:00.001+08:002011-01-17T10:11:05.039+08:00Iba Ba Tayo?Hanggang ngayon di ko pa rin mawari kung bakit kailangang ihiwalay ang mga bagay-bagay kung pwede namang ipagsama-sama. Marahil dahil ito ang nararapat sa kabila ng katotohanang ginagawan ng paraan ng kalikasan na muli itong at ipagsama-sama at guluhin. Siguro dapat nang sundin ang kalikasan para maging madali na ang lahat.
Ito ang naiisip ko habang nakatulala hawak ang may sinding yosi at panayGBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-75916983570892389262011-01-12T20:27:00.000+08:002011-01-12T20:27:10.681+08:00I'm Still A ManIt was dawn and we're all busy answering customers' questions and processing their requests when suddenly everyone in the team received an instant message in the chatroom. "Meeting! Now na." is what my supervisors message every time he gets a confirmation from the workforce management that it's all right to get off the phones.
As always, there's waiting and "kulitan" with my best "buddy" in the GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-22037092532379848382010-12-30T17:52:00.001+08:002010-12-30T17:52:51.251+08:00Weak and LostNever had I felt this way before...
Two nights ago I faced that one friend who cared for me and asked me about the test I took as I told him about it months ago. I almost cried because somehow I felt someone cared about me personally. Not that I don't appreciate my communications with you about my status right now but it felt better to have someone just hug me and be silent about it. I felt a GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-4524379964279894572010-12-27T07:19:00.000+08:002010-12-27T07:19:56.149+08:00I am Afraid to Love AgainYesterday, while listening to the mini-seminar that a church-woman was saying, I was enthralled by a declaration she made about the sacrament of marriage. She said that marriage is only for a man and a woman. But she didn't stop there, instead she stressed by saying "Take note: Marriage is for a MAN and WOMAN ONLY."
I didn't know what to think about her saying such. Is she against us? The idea GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-23287995676025091432010-12-11T12:03:00.000+08:002010-12-11T12:03:17.196+08:00Activism to PositivismBack in college I could say that I was one of those "slightly" activists. Slightly for the reason I didn't go full time in fighting for what I believe in. Yes, I went to lots of fora, political discussions and even a protest rally against the budget cut for education especially for the state colleges and universities. I even debated with the anti-leftists and carried the principles of leftist butGBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-26209210389145756872010-12-05T20:44:00.000+08:002010-12-05T20:44:46.416+08:00The MassToday, I heard a mass in the most memorable church of my love life. This is the very church I first entered with my first guy. The very church where I promised that I would take care of the person beside me. And the very church that I took refuge to when I felt lonely the most. But today, I felt fearless and light-headed when I stepped into its tiled floor thinking that I should seek forgiveness GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-60290830004795946512010-12-05T03:53:00.000+08:002010-12-05T03:53:31.956+08:00On My MindIt's so wonderful to see a sea of people clamoring and racing against each other whilst in the busy day of Divisoria. Yeah, it's Christmas time and everyone has money to spend for everything! But the euphoria left me wondering how on earth could these people splurge at the end of the year when they are struggling so hard after the holidays. Maybe my friend was right about the concept of seizing GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-18935963801309384872010-10-18T15:00:00.000+08:002010-10-18T15:00:25.024+08:00The FightToday, I was informed of the war I have never realized that I already am fighting probably for several months now.
It's the war nobody would dare to get into. The kind of war that has a lose-lose situation.
It is said that even if you fight, the war will continue until it'll consume you.
The only effective strategy is to be strong for yourself.
Today is a new day. Like I was born the second time.GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-59928366606977365442010-09-19T21:25:00.000+08:002010-09-19T21:25:39.379+08:00Memoir of a Gay-shaMemories are our way of keeping the past alive. Some are so painful we never want to visit them again. But a memory can also be a gift, something we can open again in order to fill ourselves with happiness. And sometimes a moment becomes a memory the instant it's happening because it is so true, and so pure and so significant you want to capture it forever.
This is the exact words from one of GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-59842397996427338142010-09-06T22:32:00.000+08:002010-09-06T22:32:43.582+08:00Itim
Pasakay na sya ng motorela (isang klase ng sasakyan na pinapatakbo ng motorsiklo) nang sumalubong sa kanya ang wari'y hilaw na bati ng mga ka-baranggay. Napaisip sya kung bakit parang may kakaiba sa mga ito ngunit dahil mas iniisip nya ang patimpalak na gaganapin sa Lunes, hindi na nya ininda ang mga ito. Mataas ang hangad nya na mapasama sa mga pinakamagagaling sa Matematika sa kanila syudad. GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-52992228018048878322010-09-03T11:28:00.000+08:002010-09-03T11:28:55.768+08:00O[Bar]MG!Last saturday, after a very tiring trip somewhere in a nearby suburb, I, together with few of my friends, catwalked in a very familiar yet strange place for me. Maybe because it was a long time ago since I managed to enter such a place or maybe I haven't acquainted myself yet to the fact that, in one way or another, I have to visit there to widen my thoughts of the place.
That was the second GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-91790662691322624972010-08-23T17:55:00.000+08:002010-08-23T18:18:20.960+08:00Just ThoughtsI'm not sure what to write today, so I decided to put some random thoughts which I supposedly post in my FB status. I changed my mind.
1. Can we just blend in our society and not create a new one within it? I hate secluding myself from the rest of the world when, in fact, we're part of it. There's nothing that we can do unless we conglomerate into one island, build our own country and fuck eachGBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-33366711721750504662010-08-20T13:16:00.000+08:002010-08-20T13:16:02.157+08:00Mickey MiceIt's Ondoy's fault! Everything has changed after that freaking typhoon hit Metro Manila. The flood that drowned the place to oblivion has caused the migration of all sorts of organisms from down under to the upper level of our apartment. Yes, those little and almost cute mice crawled their way up to my room. I already managed to exterminate the first inhabitants (except myself, of course) of my GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-528641011316338822010-08-17T13:25:00.000+08:002010-08-17T13:41:32.695+08:00Salamin, salamin! Sabihin sa akin!Isa sa mga pinakakainisan kong bagay sa mundo ay ang salamin. Bakit kamo? Eh kasi isa itong malaking pagpapaalala sa mukha ko! Buti sana kung may naaaninag akong konting kagwapuhan sa tuwing nananalamin pagkatapos maligo. Oo, tuwing pagkatapos lang maligo kung manalamin ako. Kainis!
Pero kung tutuusin ang salamin ang pinaka-sandata ng mga tao laban sa kapangitan. Ito kasi ang walang GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-10049643132562292342010-08-12T13:06:00.000+08:002010-08-12T13:06:58.240+08:00My Last Letter to ADear AR,
It has been two years since we shared the first same-sex relationship we ever had but it seemed like just weeks ago. I know I already have talked about all sorts of stories about us and all the emotions I had when we're together. Not until today that I realized I haven't moved on completely from you.
There was this one dawn when my bestfriend told me that he thinks we still love eachGBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693146051965251944.post-17747206710594364342010-08-09T11:56:00.000+08:002010-08-09T11:56:56.488+08:00Sexuality is FluidThese are the very words my all-time (pero hindi na ngayon) love had said while we're drunk in a bar somewhere in Quezon City in one of the gatherings with my college friends. "I can be like you anytime I wanted to." he added. Although I was so surprised and astonished on his revelations, I kept my excitement from escaping my mouth which at that time was dying to feel his very pink lips. "I wouldGBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17748673656546886536noreply@blogger.com0