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Even saints sin..

‘Twas one gloomy afternoon when we were comfortably seated in a cozy resto somewhere along the main road of your city. I had my lasagna. You had your pancit sotanghon, or so i remember. I answered a call from a friend, went outside the resto and sipped a single stick. When I came back, you stopped munching your garlic bread and moved away from your laptop upon hearing me say ‘hey, i want to blog you!’ I never thought blogging about you could be this early. I was waiting for the right drive for me to actually write about you… Until our conversation last night over the phone.

we only have these nonliving objects as witnesses to our conversation

This is a story of a friend. If I sort my friends out, he belongs to those whom I met because I did not have enough choices to choose from. Atik lang, I opted befriending you. Yes, he is a he. And yes again, he is distinct.

In fairness, my mom loves him. He’s been a loyal transient the past holidays. Actually, mom and I share the same reasons for liking this person. Here’s a checklist:

* he is respectful. he welcomes you with a smile, greets you with much courtesy and talks to you nicely.
* he is sensitive. he knows when you’re not in the mood for a talk and stuff alike. 😀
* he is thoughtful. i had 23 missed calls from him when i was bedridden. i asked him to call me 11th of the night so i can take my meds. i didn’t know my phone was in silent mode. he was pissed, i know.
* he is generous. need i say more?
* he is socially involved. yes, he is into outreach activities and that i am proud of him.
* he is smart… i hope to believe. 😉
* he laughs with you. and that’s all that i need when i talk — a laugher. 🙂

And the list continues. See? My friend is ideal. haha. Those were the things my mom and I know about him. Here’s the catch. There are things only I, myself, know about this friend; and I say I, not even his ex, not even his current fishes, not even his family, not even his closest buddies know these things about him. I am sharing you this because I want you to know that saints have bad past. High-five muna para sa magandang tira! Here’s another checklist:

* he sings with his own lyrics.
* he is konyo. and so is his name. he speaks without thinking, sometimes.
* he doesn’t like texting. he calls.
* he is more than dangerous when drunk. during drinking session, he’d try to impress you by chugging every beer and what-have-you that you’d hand him. but when he’s home, he’ll say the words he’s not supposed to say and do what he’s not supposed to do. :p
* POV: he considers humans as toys. I said this is a POV. and i think he is very good at playing with his toys.
* he strips even with a stranger. mouth zipped.
* he is simply the master of kinkiness! his libido overflows. ah-umm.

I usually tell him it’s seldom that I meet a friend who has extreme personalities. He is the quintessential extremes guy. He is an achiever, a good friend. At the same time, he makes you think you’re the most tamed and chaste person on earth when he starts blabbing about his exploits and kinkiness.

He becomes true when he talks to me. He doesn’t filter a thing. He’d initially say “sasabihin ko ba o hindi? sige na nga, sabihin ko na.” And then the rest is history. His stories sometimes become my bedtime stories. And if you hear me shouting in the middle of the night, it’s because I need to shout things out for him to understand that he is not an 18-year old kid who has enough excuses not to get too serious with life.

That the saint has a bad past, and that a sinner has a bad future. I hope not. He deserves a better future. He is on his way there anyway. He should have the best in life! He will always be a friend and as long as I am capable of listening to his rants, stories (both the good and the naughty ones), i will still give him an extra time!

Sometimes, the only thing people see is what you did when in fact they should be looking at why you did it. Now this is what i will figure out next. 😉

p.s.: this is actually a little less harsh from what i originally intend. and another postscript. while writing this, i was updating via ym with my friend when he suddenly signed out without saying a thing. perhaps, perhaps, he had sex again. hahahahah

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the art of stalking

“In my attempt of becoming as updated as the famous BEANS AMORIO, I started stalking people. It’s actually a very engaging activity, one of those “once you pop, you can’t stop” kind of things. I wanted to be Beans who knows certain details of random people’s lives. They say opportunity only comes to those who try really hard. Guess what. This mister doesn’t even have to try. Sometimes, he just has to sit there, and attract all the details. I hate crowds (but Beans hates it more). Since I can’t endure being in places where Beans goes, since I don’t quite have the freedom that he enjoys, since I’m such a homebuddy and he’s not, I  just have to use the only resource I have – the cyberspace.

……I know, not ‘Beans’ enough. But at least I tried, and will try no more. I could never be Beans.

blablabla….”

stalking

First, thank you Miss Blogger for including me and acknowledging my prowess in stalking. 🙂

Second, I know you can read this entry because, as clearly said in your blog, you are into stalking  attempts.

Third, though you are an ego-booster, don’t consider this entry as something that fed much of the ego that i have now. I copied an excerpt of your blog because i think it’s a good lead for my 49th entry.

Most of what’s being written by Miss Blogger is true. Of course, me hating a crowd is more of a sarcasm. Anyway, since i ‘think’ i mastered the art of stalking, I have successfully stalked another person (again) just this day.  And part of that stalking thing came from a horse’s mouth.

It’s you!

I always despise bitches or at least those who look like one. Now you’re added on the list. Had I not asked a friend earlier about you, i might have confined my self — still — with your goody-goody image on me.

Because i stalked, i realized you’re really a (insert term here). Now i know your connections — enough signal for me to refrain from talking to you (which i know is quite impossible pero at least mababawasan na).

Enough sweet talks. Enough promises. Enough of you.

Fuck you.


p.s. i will have my 50th entry after this. i still don’t know what to write. soon. soon. 🙂

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abhorrence!

lately, i have been wondering why some things happen just the way they aren’t supposed to be. i’m more than awake to know enough what’s happening around. =(

now, is there something wrong if I got the seat of an executive secretary?

is there something wrong with my future plans that i have to be hated?

is there something wrong if i can’t join my friends on a night swimming because i have to work?

is there anything wrong with me that people need not to talk to me the same way as before?

rocks and the sea.

rocks and the sea.

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