tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66831067365921445412024-03-13T11:42:44.538-07:00Confessions of a Disecret Bi- Male Teacher: Year 2014"This is the Life Blog of a Disecret Bisexual Male Teacher."Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-85593134954599379812014-02-08T08:51:00.001-08:002014-02-08T08:51:30.786-08:00Chapter 5, The First Boyfriend of a Servant<div class="MsoNormal">
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natagalan ang pag-post ko ng karugtong ng life story ko. Kasi may nangyari sa
buhay ko ngayon, kaya ngayon lang ako nakapag-continue ng mga posts ko.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">>So eto na yung Chapter 5, sana
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">ito yung gabi na pinagpatuloy ko ulit
ang pagsusulat sa blog ko, at sa BOL, after ng 2 years death anniversary ng
lolo ko at papalapit na 1 year ng nakatatanda kong pinsan na lalake, si Kuya E,
kay Kuya E ako nakaranas ng "Incest Oral Sex" pero di ko na
ikukuwento yun dito, bilang respeto sa kanya pati yung mga patungkol sa mga
pinsan ko, mahirap na, baka mabasa kasi po nila ito, hanggang ngayon kasi ang
hindi pa rin ako naglaladlad bilang bisexual sa pamilya ko, si Kuya E lang ang
nakakaalam nito R.I.P Kuya E, Mahal na Mahal ka namin..."<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">>22 Years Old ako nang makilala ko
sa isang Bisexual Clan si "Ran", 34 years old siya nun, chubby,
singkit, at mas maliit sa akin ng kaunti, hawig kay Bekimon, oo, pero di niya
gusto ang taong yun, nagustuhan niya ako dahil sa sincire at totoo kong
pagsagot sa My Question ng clan namin na, "Paano ka ba Magmahal ng isang
Bisexual na katulad ko?", simple lang yung sagot ko nun, ang sagot ko nun
eh "Stick to one ako magmahal, dahil panget ako, honest, di ako two timer,
pati sa sex, siya lang ang gusto ko, at sisiguraduhin kong lagi kaming may
communication sa isa't-isa" at dun siya nagpm sa akin, hanggang sa
nagustuhan ko siya dahil parehas kami ng gusto sa isa't-isa, taga Valenzuela
siya nun at ako naman ay sa Quezon City, hindi ako nakakasigurado kung honest
ba siya sa akin o hindi, bahala na, sabi ko sa sarili ko, hanggang sa naging
kami nung April 2012, nasa 4th Year College na ako nun ay nagkita kami sa
Valenzuela, bago ako pumasok sa school, tumakas ako sa bahay, nag lunch sa
boarding house niya, naghalikan kami, inaya niya ako mag-sex, oo, nag blow job
ako sa kanya, habang nanunuod siya ng marco morales sex scandal, medyo
sumasabit ang ngipin ko nun sa 6 inch pero mataba niyang titi, hindi pa kasi
ako sanay nun, pero ok lang daw sabi niya at tinuruan niya ako kung paano hindi
sasagi yung ngipin ko sa titi niya, at natutunan ko yun, tapos nun at
pinagdikit niya ang legs ko, akala ko nga eh titirahin niya ako sa pwet, at sa
halip eh naglagay ng lotion sa titi niya, tinanong niya ako kung may dala akong
condom nun, sabi ko wala, kaya ang ginawa niya pinagdikit ang legs ko at tinira
yung pinagdikit na singit ko, habang ginagawa niya yun eh pinagmamasdan ko ang
maputi at makinis niyang balat, wala siyang masyadong buhok sa legs, ang bulbol
niya ay hindi ahit, pero hindi naman magubat ehe, at may pinong buhok sa pusod,
medyo bend ng kaunti ang titi niya. nang malapit na siyang labasan ay nagdyakol
siya sa harap ko at hinalikan ako ng marahan, nagkalat ang tamod niya sa pusod
ko, hindi pa ako nakapagpapalabas nun, sabi niya maghugas muna ako sa banyo,
naghugas ako, medyo ninenerbiyos ako nun, pero hindi ako nagpahalata, yumakap
ako sa kanya pag labas ko ng cr, at tumihaya, nag-dyakol ako, habang hawak ko
ang titi niyang malabot na nun, napapikit ako habang pabilis nang pabilis ang
apg-dyadyakol ko, hanggang sa labasan ako, bumalik ako sa cr upang makapaglinis
ng katawan, pagkatapos nun ay nahiga ako ng hubad katabi niya, tinanong niya
ako kung masaya ba ako, sabi ko oo, masaya ako, nagbihis na ako ng uniporme ko,
tapos nag merienda kami, simple lang ang boarding house niya, may divider ang
isang malaking bahay, nasa 2nd floor sila, oo, may kasami siya dun, pero mga
bakla naman, nalaman ko na isa siyang parlorista at masahista sa isang beauty
shop sa bulacan, at isa siyang transgender dati, di lamang nagpa-sex change, di
ko siya hinusgahan nun, sa halip, minahal ko siya, mahal na mahal ko siya
nun... marunong siyang mag handle ng relationship namin, naiintindihan niya ang
sitwasyon kong hindi ako ladlad, kaya kapag lumalabas kami, hindi kami
magka-holding hands, para kaming magka barkada lamang, pero kapag nasa kwarto
na niya kami, dun kami malaya, siya ang nagtataguyod sa pamilya nila, dahil
panganay siya, gusto niya kaming mag live-in pero hindi pa ako sumasagot ng oo
noon dahil sa sitwasyon ko sa pamilya ko, kailangan muna akong makapag-tapos ng
pag-aaral at makatulong sa pamilya. naiintindihan niya yun. kahit malayo ako sa
kanya, lagi ko siyang tintxt kung ok ba siya at tinatawagan kapag walang
ginagawa, masaya ako kapag nalalaman kong ok siya, may pagseselos ding naganap
sa part niya, kasi mukhang japinoy yung friend niya, na inamin ko sa kanya na
hinangaan ako, pero nag explain ako na paghanga lang yun, walang pagmamahal,
kaya nagpatuloy ang relasyon namin, <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">>Akala ko nun... magtatagal kami,
pero dumating yung araw na inatake sa puso si lolo, August 2012, napilitan
akong magbantay sa kanya sa ospital, nagkulang ako ng oras para sa kanya, kasi
nabuhos ang atensyon ko sa thesis at defense ko sa college, field study, at sa
pag-aalaga kay lolo, madalang na akong mag txt at tumawag kay Ran Heart, bihira
na rin akong mag Group Message sa Clan namin, hanggang sa dumating ang hindi
inaasahang pangyayari sa buhay ko, August 25, 2012, namatay si Lolo, nasa
school ako nun nung malaman ko sa pinsan kong babae na wala na siya... halos
parang blangko ang isip ko nung mga araw na nakaburol si lolo sa bahay nila, na
katabi lamang ng bahay namin, hindi ako lumalabas ng bahay, lalabas lang ako
kapag papasok sa eskwela at mag-sisimba, pero kahit sa simbahan eh emosyonal
ang pamilya namin, lalung-lalo na sila mama na mga anak ni lolo, limang araw
lamang binurol si lolo, miyerkules noon nang siya ay ilibing, maraming
nakipag-libing na kamag-anak at mga kakilala ng lolo ko, hindi ko pa na txt nun
si Ran, natapos ang libing, dun ko tinxt si ran, hindi siya nag rereply, sinabi
ko sa kanya yung naging sitwasyon ko noon. nang makapag siyam na si lolo, nag
txt si Ran, may gusto siyang sabihin sa akin, tinanong ko kung ano yun, nag
sorry siya sa akin, sorry? para saan? sabi ko, sorry, dahil may mahal na siyang
iba... tinanong ko siya nun, bakit? bakit mo ginawa sa akin to? sabi ko, sabi
niya natukso ako, may nangyari sa amin ni Edward (di tunay niyang pangalan),
nung mga araw na nalulungkot ako... dahil wala ka, nasa tabi ko siya, hindi na
ako nag txt sa kanya nun, umiyak ako ng umiyak sa kwarto nun, tumatawag siya,
pero hindi ko sinasagot, kinabukasan, nabasa ko txt niya sa akin, mag-usap daw
kami sa boarding haus niya, hindi ko sinagot, para saan pa? sabi ko, ayoko
na... sabi niya sige kung ayaw mo na, pinapalaya na kita... yun kasi yung
kondisyon namin nung kami pa, na kapag umayaw na ako tatapusin na niya ang
lahat sa amin, pati kommunikasyon niya, puputulin na niya para sa akin... halos
hindi ako naka-move on nun.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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nung araw na iyan medyo napaluha ako dahil sa dalawang dahilan, 1. Nakatapos
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Nung Bata ako, madalas
akong isama ng nanay ko at mga tiyahin, tiyuhin ko sa Grotto. Alam nyo naman
kung saan yun diba? Sa may Bulacan, oo, at kasama ko ang mga nakababata kong
mga pinsan nun. Masayang-masaya ako kapag nag-sisimba kami dun, kasi para sa
akin, ibang mundo yun, curious na curious ako sa mga nag-serve dun sa simbahan
na yun, kaya pag nag-sisimba kami dun eh tinitignan ko yung mga matatanda na
nag-serve dun sa simbahan. Na-realize ko na ganun pala yun. Na-kailangan mong
mag-serve kay Papa God. Kasi Siya yung nag-bigay sa iyo ng Buhay at mga Biyaya
sa araw-araw. Kaya noon, pinangarap ko na isang araw eh magiging Servant din
ako ni Papa God. At Dininig naman niya ang mga prayers ko, naging isang servant
din ako, sa isang catholic church, malapit dito sa amin. Sinunod ko ang tawag
ng tungkulin sa akin ng Diyos Ama. Nag-umpisa sa pagiging saling-pusa sa choir,
naging sacristan, at ngayon eh isa nang ganap na Commentator/Lector: yung taga
sagot at taga-basa ng Salita ng Diyos sa Misa. Nag-simula yun nung 10 years old
ako.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Pero siyempre, tao akong
nilikha Niya, nagkakamali din ako at natutukso.nakakagawa din ng kasalanan. Madami
na rin Siyang binigay na mga pagsubok sa akin, na halos umiyak na ako at sumuko
dahil sa Hirap. Pero magpa-hanggang ngayon, Servant pa din Niya ako, kahit
naging Bisexual ako, Servant pa din Niya ako. Kasi alam ko, kahit ganito ako,
Hindi niya ako Itatakwil. Dahil Mahal na Mahal Niya ako, at Mahal na Mahal ko
din siya. Alam ko yan, at bakit ko nasasabi ang mga iyan, dahil sa mga
nangyayari sa buhay ko ngayon. Kung hindi Niya ako mahal sa tingin niyo ba?
Magiging Servant ba Niya ang isang tulad ko?Malamang kung tunay na mga lalake
lang ang gusto niyang Mag-serve sa kanya eh hindi ako papasa, hindi niya ako
tatanggapin. Kaya nga diba? Sinabi ko din dito sa Bi Out Loud, na nakaka-relate
ako sa kwentong “Ganito ako Ginawan ng Diyos”. Kasi nga ang Diyos Ama ay hindi
Mapanghusgang Ama. Hindi siya tumitingin sa kung ano ang kasarian ng isang tao. kasi kung ganun nga,
bakit may mga Baklang Pari, (pasintabi po sa mga Pari diyan, mahal ko po kayo
at nirerespeto ko po kayo.) Hindi ba? Bakit niya ako ginawang Servant niya?,
kasi may Dahilan Siya. At tinatanggap ko yun. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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ako naging Servant. At sinabi yung punto ko kung bakit ako isang Bisexual na
Servant.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Kamusta kayo? Na Miss nyo ba ako? At
mga stories ko? Well, eto na nga, ang karugtong ng Chapter 2, ng The Servant,
at may Bonus pang Chapter 3! Kasi nga di ba?
Matagal din akong nawala, at nakalipas na ang Pasko, pero kahit ganoon
eh Belated Merry Christmas parin sa lahat! At Happy New Year! Maraming Salamat
sa Pag-babasa nyo ng blog ko! ;-] ”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Ang High School life ko
dati, ang masasabi ko, Masaya, na madaming pagsubok at madaming tukso. Paano ko
nasabi? Eh kasi sa araw-araw, sa tuwing papasok ako sa school. Napapatingin ako
sa mga crushes ko, na puro babae pa yun ha! (Pero hindi ko na masyadong
ikukuwento yun kasi alam kong hindi kayo interisado dun.) Alam nyo naman diba?
Kapag binatilyo ka, di mo maiiwasang ma-inlove sa mga kaklase mong mga babae. Kasama
na dun ay yung nalilibugan ka sa kanila. Eh ang tipo ko pa naman nun eh,
maganda, mabait at may sense of humor. Pero lagi akong basted noon, oo totoo
yan, siguro nga lalake talaga ang nararapat para sa akin kasi angkarron din
kasi ako ng crush na high school classmate ko na lalake. Nung nasa second year,
high school ako. Itago na lang natin sa pangalang Mr. Rainbow, bakit Mr.
Rainbow kasi yung totoong name niya ay galing sa pinag-dugtung-dugtung na mga
letters ng mga colors ng rainbow. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Mas matanda sa akin ng
isang taon si Mr. Rainbow, 15 years old ako nun at siya ay 17 years old. Mga
5”11 ang height, mahilig mag basketball , kaya medyo kayumanggi ang kulay, at
medyo hawig kay Andrew Wolfe. Hawig lang naman ehehe… siya lang yung nag-iisang
crush ko na lalake sa high school. Na ipinagtapat ko pa sa ate ko. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Rainbow, kasi nga may hitsura, at naglalaro nga ng Basketball, at merong medyo
maskuladong pangangatawan. Ang tawag nga ng mga kaklase ko sa kanya dati ay
Sakuragi, lam nyo yun? Yung Japanese cartoon character sa Slam Dunk. Favorite
niya kasi yun, at yun ang gustung-gusto niyang itinatawag sa kanya lalung-lalo
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nagpapakita ako ng pagka-gusto sa kanya eh yan ang hindi ko ginawa. Kasi may
pinopormahan siyang babae nun, taga- ibang section. Na naging girlfriend din
niya. at tsaka kasi natatakot din ako nab aka hindi na niya ako pansinin kapag
inamin ko sa kanya na gusto ko siya noon. Eh best friend pa naman kami noon,
bukod pa sa best friend ko na medyo malamya at medyo bading ang kilos na si
Ariel. Oo, may friend na naman po akong alanganin, ehehe… wish ko lang
nag-landi na ako noon , I mean, nag-ladlad na ako nung nasa high school pa ako,
pero di ko ginawa dahil sa takot ko sa parents ko at dahil sila ang nagpapa-aral
sa akin noon. So yun na nga, kuntento na ako noon, sa mga araw na kasama ko si
Mr. Rainbow sa school, yung mga nakaw na pasulyap-sulyap sa kanya at pag-day
dreaming sa kanya. Mayroong isang eksena sa high school life ko na
hinding-hindi ko malilimutan, yun ay
nung nasa boys c.r kami ng school namin. Katatapos lang naming, mag-linis ng
classroom namin, nang mag-pasama siya sa c.r, naka sando at naka school pants
siya nun, eh ang dumi na ng katawan niya, kaya ang ginawa niya eh hinubad niya
ang kanyang sando. Natulala ako nun ng sandal nang Makita ko ang medyo
maskulado niyang katawan, ang kinis ng balat niya, at may abs din siya. Yun nga
lang walang carpet sa dibdib ehehe… wala siya nun. Eh ako yung nagbubuhos ng
tubig sa kanya nun, kaya pasulyap-sulyap ako sa kanya, sa kanyang mga braso,
dibdib, at abs, pero umiiwas ako ng tingin, baka kasi mapansin din niya. hindi
naman niya pinabasa ang buong katawan
niya, yung kanyang mga braso mga binti at mga paa lang. pero nag-init pa rin
ang pakiramdam ko nun, paano pa kaya pag nakita ko siyang nakahubad? Sabi ko sa
sarili ko. Kaya kapag nag-jajakol ako eh iniimagine ko siya nun. Yung alam nyo
na, yung ka-sex ko siya, pero hindi pa rin yun nagkakatotoo hanggang ngayon. Nagkikita pa rin kami ni Mr. Rainbow ngayon,
isa na siyang Mekaniko, nag-mature na rin ang hitsura niya. nagka-balbas ng
konti at tumangkad. Humahanap pa din ako ng tiyempo, kung kailan ko sasabihin
na crush ko siya noon, na gusto ko siya noon. At ito ay nai-share ko sa Dear
Kuya. Sa Comments Section.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-18346322343822794752012-12-12T04:59:00.002-08:002012-12-12T04:59:41.539-08:00Chapter 2, The Adolescence of a Servant<br />
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kung bakit “The Servant” ang title ng first bisexual life story ko. Malalaman
nyo rin kung bakit, Sa mga susunod na chapters kung bakit ako naging isang
servant, at kanino ako nagging isang servant. Nagpapasalamat nga pop ala ako
kina Kuya Alponse at Ate Barbara Tabios sa pag-post nila ng story ko dito sa Bi
Out Loud. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="line-height: 115%;">> Sa mga gustong mag-comment ,
pwede nyong bisitahin ang aking Blog: </span></b><a href="http://xavierrandol.blogspot.com/"><b><span style="line-height: 115%;">http://xavierrandol.blogspot.com</span></b></a><b><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="line-height: 115%;">>o sa e-mail address ko: </span></b><a href="mailto:Xavier_Randol@Yahoo.Com"><b><span style="line-height: 115%;">Xavier_Randol@Yahoo.Com</span></b></a><b><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">> maraming salamat sa inyong
pagbabasa sa mga stories ko. Eto na ang Chapter 2, ng The Servant.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Lumipas ang Dalawang
Taon ng Buhay ko, at unti-unti ko nang nakikita sa aking sarili ang mga
pagbabago, lalo na sa aking katawan. Ibig sabihin, ako’y magiging isang ganap
na binatilyo. Nagkakaroon na ako ng hiya, kaya naman madalang na ako lumabas ng
bahay.Wala na din sila Oscar sa Barangay namin, lumipat na nang tirahan, at
hindi ko alam kung saan. Lumalabas lang
ako ng bahay kapag nagpupunta kami ng mga pinsan ko sa gulod, yun ang lugar sa
aming barangay, na parang probinsya ang tanawin. Ang short-cut nun ay sa may
likod namin. At doon nakatira ang mga pinsan ko na sila Anne, 12 yrs old at Kenneth,
9 yrs old. Pumupunta kami dun, kapag sabado at linggo, o
di kaya kapag may mga okasyon, tulad ng birthday at parasal. Kasing edad ko nun si Anne, 12 years old siya
nun, mukhang tisay si anne, kasi ang
tita at tito ko ay mapuputi kaya mapuputi silang magkakapatid. Makapal ang mga
labi ni anne na mapula. at hawig siya ng kaunti kay Anne Curtis. Siya ang pinaka-close ko sa mga pinsan ko. (Ehehe!
Buking! Beking beki diba?) pero hindi kami naglalaro ng manika ha! Ang nilalaro
namin, ay piko, tagu-taguan, siyato, duyan sa ilalim ng punong santol. Kasi ang
kanilang bahay ay nasa gitna ng mga taniman ng gulay, ng mga nakatira dun sa
gulod. Tapos naglalaro din kami ng batuhang bola at baseball, sa may malawak
nilang damuhan, sa labas ng bahay. Madalas kaming maglaro ng mga lalake at mga
babae kong pinsan sa gulod. Pero mga pan-lalakeng laro pa din ang nilalalaro
ko. Siyempre, ayaw ko namang magduda sa akin ang mga tito at tita ko,
lalung-lalo na. kung minsan eh dumadalaw dun sa bahay nila Anne ang mga pinsan
nila at mga tito at tita, galling ng Bisaya. Pero kahit gannon eh di pa rin
nawawala sa akin ang pagiging pilyo ko. <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Kapag tapos
na kaming maglaro, minsan, sabay-sabay
kaming naliligo ng mga lalake kong pinsan
sa likod ng bahay nila anne, dun sa likod ng bahay nila eh may malaking
drum, at mga batya.Dun ang labahan nila tita, Dun kami naliligo nila Kenneth.
Mas bata sa akin si Kenneth nun, mga 9 years old. (Kahawig ni Ejay Falcon). pero
huwag ka. Malaki ang titi niya…at mas mahaba yun kumpara ng sa akin. (kung
bakit ko nasabi eh, malalaman ninyo sa mga susunod na chapters). bata pa lang
kami eh may pagka-pilyo din yun. Minsan naliligo yun kasama kami nang naka
hubad. At malayang-malaya ang kanyang titi. Oo, nakikita ko yun, pero hindi pa
siya tuli nun. Tulad ko. Minsan naka-brief, o naka short. Nahihiya kasi akong
maligo ng naka-hubad. Kapag naliligo kami. Sinasabon talaga namin ng maigi ang
aming mga katawan. Lalo na ang mga titi naming at butas ng pwet. At kapag tapos
na ay nagtatapis na kami ng twalya, sabay hubad ng aming mga brief. At ako eh
ilalagay ko iyon sa plastic bag. Kasama ng marurumi kong mga damit. Para iuwi
sa bahay. Kapag nandun kami sa gulod eh nag-usap usap ang mga tito at tita ko,
kasama ng nanay ko. Sa ilalim ng punong atis, sa may garahe ng bahay nila anne.
Naka-upo sa monobloc chairs at kumakain ng atis at mangga. Pagkatapos naming
mananghalian. Parang buhay probinsya nga kumbaga, at ang kinabubuhay ng pamilya
nila anne eh ang pag-papatubig mula sa poso, sa kanilang mga kapit-bahay nila
roon. Dahil sa mga pinsan ko, kaya ako natutong maki-salamuha sa mga kapwa ko
bata. Kaya hindi ako naiiwan sa bahay
namin, kapag pumupunta sila mama, sa gulod. Sumasama ako sa kanila. Summer din
nun kaya madalas eh nandun kami sa kanila.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;"> At
nung summer din na iyon, eh nagpasya ang parents ko na ipa-tuli na ako. Sa
isang private hospital sa katabing barangay namin. Dun nagtatarbaho ang isa
kong tita bilang isang nurse. at nandun siya sa operating room nung tinutuli
ako. Ehehe! Pati nanay ko at isang Doktor na lalake. Pinahubad nila sa akin ang
short at brief ko, at Pinahiga nila ako sa kama. Hindi naman pala masakit pag
tinuli ka. Kasi may anesthesia. At tinitignan ko pa nga yung ginagawa sa akin
ng doctor ko. May natira pang balat sa titi ko nung natapos ang pag-tuli sa
akin at may bonus pa. at alam nyo kung ano yun? May dalawang bolitas ang titi
ko! Oo! Grabeh yung doctor na yun. Siguro madaming alam yun sa sex. Ehehe! Kasi
nilagyan niya ako ng bolitas eh… matanda naman yung doctor na yun, mga nasa
40’s. at noon eh wala pa akong alam sa bagay na yan. Ni hindi ko nga alam kung
anung purpose niyan noon. Pagkatapos ng operasyon at nang maka-uwi na ako ng
bahay. Dun ko na naramdaman ang sakit, sa aking pagkalalake. Hirap akong umihi
nun, at hirap maglinis, yung mag-langas. Kaya ang nanay ko ang gumagawa sa akin
nun. Ang dyahe noh?... si nanay pa. wala kasi lagi si papa, nasa trabaho.
Backhoe operator siya sa isang construction site. Pero lagi naman siyang
nangangamusta sa kalagayan ko. Pagkalipas ng 2 Linggo, medyo magaling na ang
titi ko. At nagsisimula nang manigas kapag malamig ang panahon. Wala nang benda
ang ulo ng titi ko. At kaunti na lang
ang nararamdamang kirot. Nang tuluyan nang magaling ang titi ko eh unti-unti ko
na ring binabago ang aking mga kilos at porma, kasi na magiging dalagita na ako
este! Binatilyo pala. Kung dati eh maigsing short at t shirt na may lion king
print ang suot ko eh ngayon, basketball short at t shirt na white or blue ang
madalas kong suot. Kapag nasa bahay ako. Lagi akong naka-unipormeng puti at
short pants na blue kapag papasok naman ako sa school. <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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ako sa pag-aaral at paglalaro. Pero nung Grade 6 ako dun ako nagkaroon ng baklang kaklase, ehehe! totoo yan, ang
pangalan niya ay John Jerry, kasing edad ko si Jhon Jerry at ramdam ko noon ay
may pagnanasa siya sa akin. Kasi noon eh kapag umiihi ako sa C.R
ng school namin eh sumusunod siya. Namboboso kumbaga. Medyo malandi si
John Jerry, Malamya kumilos at mahilig mag-pulbo ng mukha, at nag-lipstick pa
siya kung minsan. Lagi niyang ikinukuwento sa aming mga kaklase nya na may magasin siya ni Fernando Carillo, yung
leading man ni Thalia sa Rosalinda. Na nakahubad daw yun. Oo, pantasya niya
yung mexicanong artistang yun! At ano namang kinalaman nyan sa akin? Wala lang,
na curious lang ako. Ganun pala ang mga bakla…<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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school na ako. syempre, dahil sa gusto kong malaman kung anong pakiramdam ng
nilalaro ko ang aking pagkalalake. Pero kaya ko nagawa yun ay dahil sa udyok ng
mga kaklase ko nung nasa first year high school ako. Dahil sila mismo ang
nagtuturo sa akin kung paano ko iyon gagawin. At ang nagturo sa akin nun, ay
sina Roy at Christian, mga kasing edad ko at taga Section Everlasting. Si Roy ,
kulot ang buhok, na medyo kayumanggi ang kulay at maliit . ay isang
exhibitionist kaya ko nasabi ay dahil sa hilig niya noon na magpakita at mag
laro ng titi niya. sa harap ng mga kaklase naming mga lalake rin. Sa loob ng
classroom namin. Mataba at katamtaman ang
laki ang titi niya, wala pang bulbol at
medyo kayumanggi ang kulay. Kapag nakikita ko siyang ganun ang ginagawa ay
medyo tinitigasan ako. Binato pa nga ako nun ng pardible na mahuli niya ako sa
aktong nakatingin sa kanya habang naglalaro ng titi niya. naamoy ata ako ehehe…
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amin, medyo matangkad, mataba siya, at singkit. Ay may kakatihan din katulad ni
Roy. Siya ang unang naka-experience ko sa hand job. Ang ibig kong sabihin ay
Una kong nakapaan ng “Talong”. At nangyari yun, sa may mini-library ng school
namin. Nahihiya pa ako at natatakot na baka may makahuli sa amin. Pero pinilit
pa rin niyang pasalatin sa akin niya ang
titi niya. una sa pantalon niya, sunod ay sa brief niya. katamtaman ang laki ng
titi niya. pero di ko iyon nakita. At dahil sa mga experiences nay an eh,
natuto akong mag-jakol. <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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pag-jajakol eh nung nasa first year din ako. Bago ako pumasok nun sa school.
Naka-upo ako sa sahig ng banyo namin, naka-lapat ang likod sa pader ng banyo
namin. Habang banayad na nag-taas baba ang aking kanang kamay sa aking titi.
Hanggang sa pabilis nang pabilis ang pag-jajakol ko at labasan ako ng una kong
tamod. Ganun pala ang hitsura ng tamod, malapot, maputi at malagkit… ang
binatilyong katulad ko ay unti-unti nang nagiging hindi inosente sa masturbate at sex…<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-82774012655623435112012-11-16T19:04:00.000-08:002012-11-16T19:27:51.746-08:00Russian Roulette-Rihanna<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">H</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">indi ako maka-move on sa song na to ni mareng rihanna. kapag broken-hearted ako eto yung lagi kong pinapakinggan na kanta. talagang tumutulo ang luha ko kapag pinapakinggan ko tong kanta na ito. with matching singing pa, sabay aketch kay mareng rihanna. kasi naman yung mga kanta niya eh talagang nakaka-inlove at nakaka-iyak ang mga songs niya kaya ang mga songs niya eh nasa playlists ko, sa ipod shuffle ko. :-] galing kayang kumanta ni mareng rihanna, ano sa tingin ninyo? eto nga pala yung lyrics ng song na ito.</span></b></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>Russian Roulette lyrics</strong><br />Songwriters:
Fenty, Robyn Rihanna; Harmon, C; Smith, Shaffer;<br /><br />Stanza 1:</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Take a
breath, take it deep<br />"Calm yourself," he says to me<br />If you play,
you play for keeps<br />Take the gun, and count to three<br />I'm sweating
now, moving slow<br />No time to think, my turn to go<br /><br />Chorus:</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">And you can
see my heart beating<br />You can see it through my chest<br />Said I'm
terrified, but I'm not leaving<br />I know that I must pass this test<br />So
just pull the trigger<br /><br />Stanza 2:</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Say a prayer to yourself<br />He says,
"Close your eyes, sometimes it helps"<br />And then I get a scary thought<br />That
he's here means he's never lost<br /><br />Chorus:</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">And you can see my heart beating<br />Oh,
you can see it through my chest<br />Said I'm terrified, but I'm not leaving<br />Know that I must pass
this test<br />So just pull the trigger<br /><br />Stanza 3:</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">As my life flashes before
my eyes<br />I'm wondering will I ever see another sunrise?<br />So many
won't get the chance to say goodbye<br />But it's too late to think of the
value of my life<br /><br />Chorus:</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">And you can see my heart beating<br />Oh, you can
see it through my chest<br />Said I'm terrified, but I'm not leaving, no<br />Know
that I must pass this test<br /><br />Stanza 4:</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">You can see my heart beating<br />Oh,
you can see it through my chest<br />I'm terrified, but I'm not leaving,
no<br />Know that I must pass this test<br />So just pull the trigger</span></b></div>
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<b>Lyrics
of Russian Roullette – Rihanna</b><br />
[Verse 1:]<br />
Take a breath, take it deep<br />
Calm yourself, he says to me<br />
If you play, you play for keeps<br />
Take a gun, and count to three<br />
I’m sweating now, moving slow<br />
No time to think, my turn to go<br />
[Chorus:]<br />
And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest<br />
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving<br />
Know that I must pass this test<br />
So just pull the trigger<br />
[Verse 2:]<br />
Say a prayer to yourself<br />
He says, close you eyes<br />
Sometimes it helps<br />
And then I get a scary thought<br />
That he’s here means he’s never lost<br />
[Chorus:]<br />
And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest<br />
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving<br />
Know that I must pass this test<br />
So just pull the trigger<br />
[Verse 3:]<br />
As my life flashes before my eyes<br />
I’m wondering will I ever see another sunrise?<br />
So many won’t get the chance to say goodbye<br />
But it’s too late to pick up the value of my life<br />
[Chorus:]<br />
And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest<br />
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving<br />
Know that I must pass this test<br />
So just pull the trigger<br />
<br /><br />Listen to Songs: <a href="http://videokeman.com/rihanna/russian-roullette-rihanna/#ixzz2CRcPLqPC" style="color: #003399;">http://videokeman.com/rihanna/russian-roullette-rihanna/#ixzz2CRcPLqPC</a></div>
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<b>Lyrics
of Russian Roullette – Rihanna</b><br />
[Verse 1:]<br />
Take a breath, take it deep<br />
Calm yourself, he says to me<br />
If you play, you play for keeps<br />
Take a gun, and count to three<br />
I’m sweating now, moving slow<br />
No time to think, my turn to go<br />
[Chorus:]<br />
And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest<br />
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving<br />
Know that I must pass this test<br />
So just pull the trigger<br />
[Verse 2:]<br />
Say a prayer to yourself<br />
He says, close you eyes<br />
Sometimes it helps<br />
And then I get a scary thought<br />
That he’s here means he’s never lost<br />
[Chorus:]<br />
And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest<br />
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving<br />
Know that I must pass this test<br />
So just pull the trigger<br />
[Verse 3:]<br />
As my life flashes before my eyes<br />
I’m wondering will I ever see another sunrise?<br />
So many won’t get the chance to say goodbye<br />
But it’s too late to pick up the value of my life<br />
[Chorus:]<br />
And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest<br />
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving<br />
Know that I must pass this test<br />
So just pull the trigger<br />
<br /><br />Listen to Songs: <a href="http://videokeman.com/rihanna/russian-roullette-rihanna/#ixzz2CRYO9BEV" style="color: #003399;">http://videokeman.com/rihanna/russian-roullette-rihanna/#ixzz2CRYO9BE</a></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Rihanna- Unapologetic Cover Album, So Hot si Ateng! ;-]</b></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Lyric"><span class="line
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<b>Lyrics
of Russian Roullette – Rihanna</b><br />
[Verse 1:]<br />
Take a breath, take it deep<br />
Calm yourself, he says to me<br />
If you play, you play for keeps<br />
Take a gun, and count to three<br />
I’m sweating now, moving slow<br />
No time to think, my turn to go<br />
[Chorus:]<br />
And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest<br />
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving<br />
Know that I must pass this test<br />
So just pull the trigger<br />
[Verse 2:]<br />
Say a prayer to yourself<br />
He says, close you eyes<br />
Sometimes it helps<br />
And then I get a scary thought<br />
That he’s here means he’s never lost<br />
[Chorus:]<br />
And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest<br />
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving<br />
Know that I must pass this test<br />
So just pull the trigger<br />
[Verse 3:]<br />
As my life flashes before my eyes<br />
I’m wondering will I ever see another sunrise?<br />
So many won’t get the chance to say goodbye<br />
But it’s too late to pick up the value of my life<br />
[Chorus:]<br />
And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest<br />
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving<br />
Know that I must pass this test<br />
So just pull the trigger<br />
<br /><br />Listen to Songs: <a href="http://videokeman.com/rihanna/russian-roullette-rihanna/#ixzz2CRcPLqPC" style="color: #003399;">http://videokeman.com/rihanna/russian-roullette-rihanna/#ixzz2CRcPLqPC</a></div>
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<b>Lyrics
of Russian Roullette – Rihanna</b><br />
[Verse 1:]<br />
Take a breath, take it deep<br />
Calm yourself, he says to me<br />
If you play, you play for keeps<br />
Take a gun, and count to three<br />
I’m sweating now, moving slow<br />
No time to think, my turn to go<br />
[Chorus:]<br />
And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest<br />
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving<br />
Know that I must pass this test<br />
So just pull the trigger<br />
[Verse 2:]<br />
Say a prayer to yourself<br />
He says, close you eyes<br />
Sometimes it helps<br />
And then I get a scary thought<br />
That he’s here means he’s never lost<br />
[Chorus:]<br />
And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest<br />
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving<br />
Know that I must pass this test<br />
So just pull the trigger<br />
[Verse 3:]<br />
As my life flashes before my eyes<br />
I’m wondering will I ever see another sunrise?<br />
So many won’t get the chance to say goodbye<br />
But it’s too late to pick up the value of my life<br />
[Chorus:]<br />
And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest<br />
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving<br />
Know that I must pass this test<br />
So just pull the trigger<br />
<br /><br />Listen to Songs: <a href="http://videokeman.com/rihanna/russian-roullette-rihanna/#ixzz2CRcPLqPC" style="color: #003399;">http://videokeman.com/rihanna/russian-roullette-rihanna/#ixzz2CRcPLqPC</a></div>
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<b>Lyrics
of Russian Roullette – Rihanna</b><br />
[Verse 1:]<br />
Take a breath, take it deep<br />
Calm yourself, he says to me<br />
If you play, you play for keeps<br />
Take a gun, and count to three<br />
I’m sweating now, moving slow<br />
No time to think, my turn to go<br />
[Chorus:]<br />
And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest<br />
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving<br />
Know that I must pass this test<br />
So just pull the trigger<br />
[Verse 2:]<br />
Say a prayer to yourself<br />
He says, close you eyes<br />
Sometimes it helps<br />
And then I get a scary thought<br />
That he’s here means he’s never lost<br />
[Chorus:]<br />
And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest<br />
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving<br />
Know that I must pass this test<br />
So just pull the trigger<br />
[Verse 3:]<br />
As my life flashes before my eyes<br />
I’m wondering will I ever see another sunrise?<br />
So many won’t get the chance to say goodbye<br />
But it’s too late to pick up the value of my life<br />
[Chorus:]<br />
And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest<br />
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving<br />
Know that I must pass this test<br />
So just pull the trigger<br />
<br /><br />Listen to Songs: <a href="http://videokeman.com/rihanna/russian-roullette-rihanna/#ixzz2CRcPLqPC" style="color: #003399;">http://videokeman.com/rihanna/russian-roullette-rihanna/#ixzz2CRcPLqPC</a><br />
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<b>Lyrics
of Russian Roullette – Rihanna</b><br />
[Verse 1:]<br />
Take a breath, take it deep<br />
Calm yourself, he says to me<br />
If you play, you play for keeps<br />
Take a gun, and count to three<br />
I’m sweating now, moving slow<br />
No time to think, my turn to go<br />
[Chorus:]<br />
And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest<br />
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving<br />
Know that I must pass this test<br />
So just pull the trigger<br />
[Verse 2:]<br />
Say a prayer to yourself<br />
He says, close you eyes<br />
Sometimes it helps<br />
And then I get a scary thought<br />
That he’s here means he’s never lost<br />
[Chorus:]<br />
And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest<br />
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving<br />
Know that I must pass this test<br />
So just pull the trigger<br />
[Verse 3:]<br />
As my life flashes before my eyes<br />
I’m wondering will I ever see another sunrise?<br />
So many won’t get the chance to say goodbye<br />
But it’s too late to pick up the value of my life<br />
[Chorus:]<br />
And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest<br />
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving<br />
Know that I must pass this test<br />
So just pull the trigger<br />
<br /><br />Listen to Songs: <a href="http://videokeman.com/rihanna/russian-roullette-rihanna/#ixzz2CRcPLqPC" style="color: #003399;">http://videokeman.com/rihanna/russian-roullette-rihanna/#ixzz2CRcPLqPC</a></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-39266049060778638282012-03-13T10:56:00.000-07:002012-03-12T20:05:06.353-07:00Textmate Stories : Si Kuya Thonton<div>
<b>"Ang kwentong ito ay totoong salaysay ng may-akda, sadyang hindi binigay ang buo at totoong pangalan ng kanyang ka-textmate, para mapangalagaan ang pagkatao ng ikinukuwento ng may-akda. Maari po kayong mag-komento, pagkatapos ninyong mabasa ang kanyang salaysay, maraming salamat po."</b></div>
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<b>-Si Kuya Thonton ay txtmate ko na last year pa, Mga nasa 30's na siya, Taga-Mandaluyong at Grumadweyt sa Roxas City. Ngayong Last February ko lang nalaman na hiwalay na sila ng Boyfriend niyang mga nasa 20's ang edad. nagulat ako nung malaman kong hiwalay na sila. kasi dati, parang ayaw na nilang maghiwalay, tapos ngayon, hiwalay na sila. nakakalungkot... sabi niya "Long Distance Relationship" daw ang dahilan. hindi na niya masyadong pinalawak pa ang pagkukuwento niya, ayaw na daw niyang pag-usapan...</b><br />
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<b>-Kaya eto, ako ngayon ang nag-comfort sa kanya, kaibigang handang makinig at kumausap sa kanya... pero di lang yan ang nararamdaman ko sa kanya... parang mahal ko na siya... siguro kaya eto ang nararamdama ko, kasi matagal na rin kasi akong single, mga 8 months na... ako rin kasi ay hiwalay na sa ex-boyfriend ko na si Ran, (na ikukuwento ko din dito sa sarili kong blog).</b></div>
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<b>-Sa totoo lang, hindi ko pa ma explain, sa ngayon, kung totoong Love na ba ito kay Kuya Thonton o hindi pa rin. kasi may kaunti pa akong sakit sa aking puso, na nararamdaman para sa ex-boyfriend ko na niloko ako.</b></div>
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com2Sauyo, Quezon City, Philippines14.6950995 121.049276614.679739999999999 121.0295356 14.710459 121.0690176tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-68112049589798426972012-02-13T04:44:00.000-08:002012-03-12T21:47:44.929-07:00Crayola sa VDday<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px;">"i hope all of you guys...are all happy in valentines day, tomorrow. don't worry about me, my tumblr friends...i will be ok and happy, eventhough i am single this valentines day..." ;-] i love you guys... </span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">-Congratz Ms. Beyonce at Mr. Jay-Z! sana madagdagan pa yan... ;-] </span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com0New York, NY, USA40.7143528 -74.005973140.5217853 -74.3218301 40.9069203 -73.690116100000012tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-67218281154213545162012-01-03T20:54:00.000-08:002012-01-03T20:54:43.681-08:00Testicular Exam Daw...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">> Natawa ako nang mapanood ko to sa Blog ni Kuya Miong 21. kasi nahuli yung dalawang hunks na Nag-Testicular Exam Daw. Hehehe! Parang Comparing Notes lang... ;-]</span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>Galing Po Yan Sa Rescue Me Episode sa Amerika. Bongga! ;-]</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tsalap!</span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com03900 Rd, Independence, KS 67301, USA37.09024 -95.712891-10.835372499999998 -176.572266 85.0158525 -14.853515999999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-4561367231673280792011-12-30T02:54:00.000-08:002011-12-30T02:54:20.420-08:00Pagsalubong Sa Bagong Taon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>> Di ako magpapaputok sa Bagong Taon, Pramiz! masaketch kaya yun pag aksidenteng pumutok sa beautiful fingers at hands ko. at tsaka sayang ang budget sa ganyan noh! ;-] panlalake ko na lang solb pa! choz!</b><br />
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<b>> Sa Halip, Gagamit na lang ako ng Torotot, Pang-gawa ng Ingay sa Pagsalubong sa Bagong Taon: 2012. </b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com0Sauyo, Quezon City, Philippines14.6950995 121.049276614.679739999999999 121.0295356 14.710459 121.0690176tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-37878987987114634612011-12-25T18:22:00.000-08:002011-12-25T18:39:59.017-08:00Nobody Can Change Me – Nicole Scherzinger<br />
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<b>I know that by the time you read this letter I’ll be gone<br />Far away from home<br />Running away from all the pressures that I’m in<br />They never gone<br />They won’t leave me alone<br />I don’t know…<br />Why or what I’m gonna do now<br />It seems I’m moving too fast to slow down<br />I want all the answers I need to find out<br />But how, how, how</b></div>
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<b>This is my life you can’t dictate it,<br />I’m in control, I’m on and I’ll make it<br />Nobody Can Change Me yeah<br />Nobody Can Change Me yeah<br />Nobody Can Change me (Ooh) x3<br />Nobody Can Change Me yeah<br />Nobody Can Change me</b></div>
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<b>If I continue to let you push me around,<br />Im just a pawn, thoughts are not my own, whoaaaa,<br />You can’t control me like a puppet on strings,<br />Your not Gepetto, and I’m not Pinnochio,<br />I don’t know…<br />What or how I can make you see,<br />Your holding me back, and I need to break free,<br />Your looking for perfect but all I can be<br />Is me, me, me</b></div>
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<b>This is my life you can’t dictate it,<br />I’m in control, I’m on and I’ll make it<br />Nobody Can Change Me yeah<br />Nobody Can Change Me yeah<br />Nobody Can Change me (Ooh) x3<br />Nobody Can Change Me yeah<br />Nobody Can Change me</b></div>
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<b>So sorry to dissapoint you with everything I am<br />‘Cause I’m born to live up to your expectation<br />Yeahhh</b></div>
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<b>This is my life you can’t dictate it,<br />I’m in control, I’m on and I’ll make it<br />Nobody Can Change Me yeah<br />Nobody Can Change Me yeah<br />Nobody Can Change me (Ooh) x3<br />Nobody Can Change Me yeah<br />Nobody Can Change me</b></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b>1:00 pm to 5:00 pm- eating lunch na handa namin, siesta hours at pagregalo sa batang lalaki na inaanak ko. (talagang i-nemphasis talaga yung word na " batang lalaki" jejeje! ;-] ) sad to say, di sila dumating ngayon... pero baka sa Dec 31, maibigay ko aguinaldo ko sa inaanak ko. ;-]</b></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com0Sauyo, Quezon City, Philippines14.6950995 121.049276614.679739999999999 121.0295356 14.710459 121.0690176tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-88196197924406232072011-12-23T23:04:00.000-08:002011-12-25T21:45:35.275-08:00Sa Paskong Darating...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>December 24, 2011, Saturday, 11:00 am</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>> Tinanghali ako ng gisng ngayon kasi umatend ako ng "Huling Misa De Gallo", Kaninang 4 ng Madaling-Araw. asusual, madaming taong nagsimba, kaninang madaling-araw. yun nga lang, walang cute guy kanina sa misa, except si father rod, jejeje... ;-] . para ngang "comedy bar" style ang misa niya kanina, sa dami ba naman ng patawa niyang kwento sa misa kanina. at least, keribels ang antok ng mga utaw diba?</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>12:00 ng tanghali to 2:00 pm> nag-post ako ng maligayang pasko greetings ko sa 2 kong facebook accounts. at christmas music videos, sa Isa kong Tumblr at 2 Blogger Accounts. (di naman ako masyadong fb at blogholic ano? jejeje! ;-] )</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>December 25, 2011, Sunday, Christmas Day.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>10:00 am to 12:00 noon> Binyagan at Kumpilang Bayan. (sino kayang boylet ang pwede kong binyagan? etchoz! hehehe! ;-] )</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>1:00 pm to 5:00 pm- eating lunch na handa namin, siesta hours at pagregalo sa batang lalaki na inaanak ko. (talagang i-nemphasis talaga yung word na " batang lalaki" jejeje! ;-] )</b></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com0Sauyo, Quezon City, Philippines14.6950995 121.049276614.679739999999999 121.0295356 14.710459 121.0690176tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-7749214940072934332011-12-22T19:57:00.000-08:002011-12-22T20:11:18.646-08:00Mario Maurer: Crush ko Ngayon...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAMGxxYbwuyT6QJ3BVosp5i-sTP9SjYlij0joFMyUSCXDc6aaLJYKqaR6qBF8XgkXkhy7ftGfCmdArN-ER6lwPrADdl2cHm2WuVxfV-PeNoQJPfnSdaVBnlvZVigLVHG4xF83opAIqcA/s1600/mario+maurer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAMGxxYbwuyT6QJ3BVosp5i-sTP9SjYlij0joFMyUSCXDc6aaLJYKqaR6qBF8XgkXkhy7ftGfCmdArN-ER6lwPrADdl2cHm2WuVxfV-PeNoQJPfnSdaVBnlvZVigLVHG4xF83opAIqcA/s400/mario+maurer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689168336204599938" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Si Mario Maurer, ang isa sa mga "Thai Hunks", na gustung-gusto kong maging Boyfriend. kung pwede nga lang...eto nga pala interview sa kanya ni Amang Beki nating si Boy Abunda na if we all know ay may crush din sa kanya...</b></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxPZNWLrCUiMLdFDCAPwVGpWcrTm_h3nMHOxHIJGGe56BBbu_gowEbxz7xdffP5vA35668lLJHo9EWf1zStGg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-52422372795495055032011-12-22T18:52:00.000-08:002011-12-22T19:03:35.451-08:00Your So Gay-Katy Perry<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6z3oEjAoUtvHxuGSwVoVProGrA5yhkeDgoOsx0C39jL_VcQNEP9C_hWFTxVg-yjyInZ-5SXgtYH876ZE1UshnRd4AFiIwYX60pVYR8M_-aEHpIGWcIOwZr42TRed5Xi7z8ef8rBir5Zk/s1600/mario+maurer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6z3oEjAoUtvHxuGSwVoVProGrA5yhkeDgoOsx0C39jL_VcQNEP9C_hWFTxVg-yjyInZ-5SXgtYH876ZE1UshnRd4AFiIwYX60pVYR8M_-aEHpIGWcIOwZr42TRed5Xi7z8ef8rBir5Zk/s400/mario+maurer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689153624934626162" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><u><b>Mario Maurer</b></u></span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwHnh5q4KL_HNMzE9hQngbHH9scZGpRBNhSbitebw_ixDM-Z4jIHmU4Xo8iohw9soCxolrmKL6NKohsFoqaPF39Y2J12yUkB1hNfxtGq_1nCR5AO3Y2kAiOPrC2xphN51cTKFVRA9ShNc/s1600/katy_perry_one_that_got_away_video.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwHnh5q4KL_HNMzE9hQngbHH9scZGpRBNhSbitebw_ixDM-Z4jIHmU4Xo8iohw9soCxolrmKL6NKohsFoqaPF39Y2J12yUkB1hNfxtGq_1nCR5AO3Y2kAiOPrC2xphN51cTKFVRA9ShNc/s400/katy_perry_one_that_got_away_video.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689152540953307138" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><u><b>Katy Perry</b></u></span></div><br /><b><span ><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">!st Stanza:</span></span></b><div><b><span ><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">I hope you hang yourself with your H&M scarf</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">While jacking off listening to Mozart</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">You bitch and moan about LA</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">Wishing you were in the rain reading Hemingway</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">You don’t eat meat</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">And drive electrical cars</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">You’re so indie rock it’s almost an art</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">You need SPF 45 just to stay alive</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">Chorus:</span></span></b></div><div><b><span ><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like boys</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like…</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">2nd Stanza:</span></span></b></div><div><b><span ><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">You’re so sad maybe you should buy a happy meal</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">You’re so skinny you should really Super Size the deal</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">Secretly you’re so amused</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">That nobody understands you</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">I’m so mean cause I cannot get you outta your head</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">I’m so angry cause you’d rather MySpace instead</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">I can’t believe I fell in love with someone that wears more makeup than…</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">Chorus:</span></span></b><div><b><span ><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like boys</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like…</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">3nd Stanza:</span></span></b></div><div><b><span ><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">You walk around like you’re oh so debonair</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">You pull ‘em down and there’s really nothing there</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">I wish you would just be real with me</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">Chorus:</span></span></b></div><div><b><span ><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like boys</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">Oh no no no no no no no</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like boys</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like</span><br style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; ">No you don’t even like… PENIS</span></span></b></div></div><div><b><span ><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; "><br /></span></span></b></div><div><b><span ><span style="text-align: -webkit-center; " >-sa totoo lang... yung title lang ng song na to ang patama sa akin at hindi ang lyrics, because... i really...really... like boys...katulad ng isang lalake sa taas... si Mario Maurer... ang Crush ko! ;-]</span></span></b></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-21081926773164007092011-10-05T21:44:00.000-07:002011-10-05T21:45:37.514-07:00Ella Mae Saison Now That You're Gone lyrics<b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">If only you could have stayed a little longer</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="font-size: 13px; ">If I had known this feeling<br />Then I could have been much stronger<br />And the hurt I feel right now would be so far away<br />Now all the memories tell me I should have made you stay<br /><br />You said we'll make it last forever<br />Maybe you could have been a little stronger too<br />Now I know that sometimes promises just fade away<br />I need you here beside me, it's just no good to feel this way<br /><br />CHORUS:<br />Now that you're gone<br />I wish you never had to go<br />Now that you're gone<br />This pain I feel inside me just goes on and on<br />Now I know I need you<br />And I never should have let you go<br /><span class="b-lyrics-from-signature" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.5em; ">[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/e/ella_mae_saison/now_that_youre_gone.html ]</span><br />You said we'll make it last forever<br />Maybe you could have been a little stronger too<br />Now I know that sometimes promises just fade away<br />I need you here beside me, it's just no good to feel this way<br /><br />CHORUS:<br />Now that you're gone<br />I wish you never had to go<br />Now that you're gone<br />This pain I feel inside me just goes on and on<br />Now I know I need you<br />And I never should have let you go<br /><br />CHORUS:<br />Now that you're gone<br />I wish you never had to go<br />Now that you're gone<br />This pain I feel inside me just goes on and on<br />Now I know I need you<br />And I never should have let you go<br /><br />No, no, no<br />I never should have let you go</div></span></span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-9032483600115344832010-09-21T17:15:00.000-07:002012-03-12T20:09:06.387-07:00Mahal ko si Kuya Aries Part 2<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 130%;">-eto na po yung part 2 ng aking love story</span></span><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 130%;">.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>"Ang kwentong ito ay totoong salaysay ng may-akda, sadyang hindi binigay ang buo at totoong pangalan ng kanyang ex-love classmate, para mapangalagaan ang pagkatao ng ikinukuwento ng may-akda. Maari po kayong mag-komento, pagkatapos ninyong mabasa ang kanyang salaysay, maraming salamat po."</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 130%;"> -2nd Sem, 2nd year ako nun, February 2010, Intramurals namin, kasi Foundation Day ng School namin. nang mag laro sila Kuya Aries ng Basketbol. nag-prapractice sila nung araw na yun...grabeh! galing niyang mag-shoot...ng sablay! toinkz! ehehe! kasi naman! sumasablay kasi mga tira niya. pero nakaka-shoot pa rin naman kung minsan... nung nag break sila sa practice. kinuha niya yung bote ng mineral water niya sa akin. gawin daw ba akong P.A! ehehe! di ok lang yun. pero bago niya inabot yung tubig niya, hinubad muna niya ang jersey niya... umiwas ako ng tingin, pero nakita ko pa rin ang may abs niyang tiyan na pawisin... shit! nalilibugan ako! sabi ko sa sarili ko, pero may halong pagmamahal. pagkapalit niya ng jersey, ngumiti siya, sabay sabing "thank you". nag blush ako...pero di na niya nakita kasi bumalik na siya sa practice.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 130%;"> -Nang maglaban na sila ng mga taga HRS. naging mainit ang laban. nag cheer kaming lahat ng educ sa kanila. all level infairness. nakita kong binabalya siya ng mga kalaban niya, pero, wala akong magawa, kasi di naman ako marunong magbasketbol. kung marunong lang sana ako...at kung hindi ako takot sa bola...haist!. at ang masaklap pa nun... natalo sila...nakita ko ang lungkot sa mukha niya. pero di na lang ako umimik.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 130%;"> -Gumanti kami, lumaban kami ni Kuya Aries sa Cheerdance Competition, ang sesesksi ng mga babae naming kaklase sa suot nilang pang cheerdance. inggit nga ako ehehe.... pero ok lang, kasama ko naman si Kuya Aries, na nakalimutan ko palang i-mention na hawig kay Papa Dennis Trillio. hala, sige! sayaw naman kami, may pahagis-hagis pang kasama. pero ayun! yung mga nursing students pa rin na nagkalat sa performance ang panalo...luto ang laban, sabi ni Kuya Aries.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 130%;"> -Natapos na ang isang linggo ng Foundation Week namin, balik na naman sa pag-aaral, pre-finals na nang magapag-usapan ng mga kaklase ko ang tungkol sa Lovelife ni Kuya Aries. sa Classroom, nag-uusap ang mga kaklae ko, nakikinig lang ako nun:</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 130%;">Glaisa- "Ang Friendly talag ni Kuya Aries ano?"</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 130%;">Thelma- "oo nga eh, at masipag mga-aral".</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 130%;">Raffy- Kuya Aries, may Girlfriend ka na ba?</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 130%;"> -iaantay ko ang sagot niya...hangaang sa inamin niya ang totoo...</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 130%;">Kuya Aries: "oo, may girlfriend na ako...matagal na kami at malapit na kaming magpakasal..."</span><br /><br /> -masaya sila, pero ako hindi, nang marinig ko ang mga katagang iyon. katulad nga ng sinasabi ng iba, gumuho ang mundo ko nung binaggit na yung mga katagang yun... at syempre, na Broken Hearted ang lolo nyo...<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-447741394328671382010-09-21T16:56:00.000-07:002012-03-12T20:16:31.824-07:00Mahal Ko si Kuya Aries Part 1<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>"Ang kwentong ito ay totoong salaysay ng may-akda, sadyang hindi binigay ang buo at totoong pangalan ng kanyang ex-love classmate, para mapangalagaan ang pagkatao ng ikinukuwento ng may-akda. Maari po kayong mag-komento, pagkatapos ninyong mabasa ang kanyang salaysay, maraming salamat po."</b></span><br />
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<b>-Itago niyo na lang po ako sa Pangalang Xavier Randol, tutal, yan naman po talaga codename ko simula ng magsulat ako sa bisexual blog ko at nang maging isang diescret bi ako. 23 years old, single, 3rd year college, Elementary Education Student, sa isang Kolehiyo, Somewhere in Quezon City.</b><br />
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<b>-Sa ngayon, nakakaya ko pa nag nakaka-stress na mga pagsubok sa buhay ko, bilang isang "Future Teacher". sa tulong ng Parents ko, na pinag-aaral ako, ng Ate kong medyo strict man eh masipag namang tulungan ako at i-motivate, kasi po teacher siya sa isang private elementary school, sa tlong ng mga teachers ko, na walang sawang sinisermona ako ehehe...at syempre, sa mga kapwa ko 3rd year, Educ Students na para ko na ring mga ate at kuya, mga kapatid ang turing...at isa sa mga kaibigan ko...si Kuya Aries.</b><br />
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<b>-Si Kuya Aries ay isang Pre-school Teacher sa isang Christian Church, somewhere in Quezon City. 38 years old, matipuno ang pangangatawan, kasi nag gy-gym siya sa kanilang bahay, maputi, balidoso sa katawan, yung tipong metrosexual, mga nasa 5'7 ang height (mas matangkad po ako sa kanya, mga 5'10 po ako). at mahilig magbasketbol.</b><br />
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<b>-Ang hilig ni kuya Aries sa School, magpatawa, mang-asar, katulad ng best-friend namin na si Kuya Vergel. ako lagi punterya nila pag nag-aasaran sila. mula sa paghaba ng buhok kong emo look noon, pagiging payat ko, at pagiging hawig kay empoy, and last but not the least...maitim. ang saklap ng buhay ko noh?...pero sa kabila ng lahat...ehem! scholar po ako hanggang ngayon na 3rd year ako. wala eh! matalino eh! etchoz! haha!.</b><br />
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<b>-Nung una, ilang ako sa kanila, kasi nga transferee ako, pero nang lumaon, ayun! maingay, pala-asar, palatawa at marami na ring friends sa school. naging close friends kami ni Kuya Aries...hanggang sa isang araw...naramdaman kong nahuhulog na ang loob ko sa kanya...</b><br />
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<b>-Itutuloy..</b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-52868022242870556202010-07-11T00:24:00.000-07:002010-07-11T00:27:10.481-07:00kala ko. makaka-move on na ako.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">di pa pala..... habang nakikita ko si aries.....ewan ko....bumabalik yung pagiging gago ko sa kanya. shit! :-[</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-63247038657025276422010-06-04T16:34:00.000-07:002010-06-04T16:52:42.710-07:00Summer Break<span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">-Sa ngayon, hindi ko na naiisip si Aries. hindi dahil, bakasyon pa rin hanggang ngayon at wala pang pasok......kundi ..... ayaw ko na siyang isipin.<br /><br />- Sa lugar namin, somewhere dito sa Quezon City. may mga lalake akong nakikilala.<br />-yung iba, nag serve sa Church malapit sa amin,<br />-yung iba, contruction workers dito sa amin,<br />-may mga nagtatarbaho sa pabrika at may nagtatarbaho sa ice cream factory.<br /><br />-pero teka lang! hindi po ako flirt! ehehe! hindi ko po sila mga boyfriend. just friends lang....<br /><br />- Time out muna ako sa lovelife ko.<br /><br />-Speaking of "Ice Cream Factory", may isang guy doon na natatangi ang kaguwapuhan at kakisigan. itago na lang natin siya sa pangalang " Raymond". si Raymond ay isang 5"5 in height, maputi, medyo chub at ka-look a like ni wu chun. mga nasa 30 yrs old po siya at straight guy.<br /><br />-minsan, naiinis ako sa kanya kasi.... pa- cute kasi isya masyado. balita ko, babaero yung lalakeng yun at napapansin ko ngang lapitin siya ng mga babae sa aming baryo.<br /><br />-Minsan nga, nakainuman niya si papa, sa kapit-bahay namin, tinitigan niya ako. ayaw ko nagang tumingin sa kanya kasi.... na coconcious ako at baka isipin niya, gusto ko siya. Pero huwag kayo, tinititigan ko siya ng palihim, few blocks away sa window ng bahay namin. hmmmmm! ang gwapo niya! sabi ko. kaya lang.... ano ba ito? parang inlababo na naman ako! haist!<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-53478795178523807702010-04-08T23:14:00.000-07:002010-04-08T23:20:01.188-07:00Minsan....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTsAlXCFwcBdRd70PRi8n-ODsPs11_DF7BTTiAat-IhDnSyd75zug9P3SsXQpJmRrL48413Sm01KPWeIcHaKC09eey3mFVh4ov2o8tCZnmZx25lBYm9wWEcKAzHShyphenhyphenUXbUYsHHzwqsUu4/s1600/phone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTsAlXCFwcBdRd70PRi8n-ODsPs11_DF7BTTiAat-IhDnSyd75zug9P3SsXQpJmRrL48413Sm01KPWeIcHaKC09eey3mFVh4ov2o8tCZnmZx25lBYm9wWEcKAzHShyphenhyphenUXbUYsHHzwqsUu4/s400/phone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458018572723242802" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Minsan, sa pakikipag-txt, hindi mo alam.....<br /><br />Nagmamahal ka na pala!<br /><br />Kahit hindi mo siya nakikita<br /><br />Pero na isip mo ba?<br /><br /><br />Na sa pag-ibig.....<br /><br /><br />Hindi naman mata ang humuhusga<br /><br /><br />kundi puso diba?<br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-55788185607077467012010-04-08T23:05:00.000-07:002010-04-08T23:11:14.756-07:00Bakit?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMkOSHEcqmsxtUgqEWPF4fmGIyKljIo2Rih_PA7dusrKUm1O1ST1nW63zYU_5FghL4__HWGYgXZ_KCpB5ncn9FNGVbRQyhP9iIYwGv83EYCeRaqhJv4yDaeTtYcviihUoJd2d3oYDVto/s1600/emo+boys.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMkOSHEcqmsxtUgqEWPF4fmGIyKljIo2Rih_PA7dusrKUm1O1ST1nW63zYU_5FghL4__HWGYgXZ_KCpB5ncn9FNGVbRQyhP9iIYwGv83EYCeRaqhJv4yDaeTtYcviihUoJd2d3oYDVto/s400/emo+boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458016078688414290" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"bakit kailangan ko pang magpakatanga para manatili lang siya,.......<br /><br /><br />kung makakakaya ko namang sumaya at tumawa nang hindi ko siya kasama?"</span><br /></span></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-336927324569304642010-03-01T04:52:00.000-08:002010-03-01T05:22:47.238-08:00hanggang kailan ako magpapanggap?yan ang tanong ko sa sarili ko, kasi pagod na ako eh......pinipilit kong magpaka-lalake, maging matatag, maging malakas, pero alam ko sa sarili ko. im a bi. natatakot nga ako, one day, malaman ni aries ang totoo, kasi, pakiramdam ko, nagdududa na siya sa gender ko. i don't know wahat i'm going to do. kung mangyari yun, baka, pandirihan na niya ako at kalimutan na niya ang friedship namin...... :-[Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-30244725963264151852010-01-21T15:47:00.000-08:002010-01-21T15:58:18.714-08:00I wish, I wasn't......<span style="font-weight:bold;">didn't love you boy..... sabi ko sa sarili ko. ewan ko ba? kun bakit kung kailan ako umiiwas sa kanya tsaka naman siya lumalapit...... oo, kaibigan ko siya..... pero bakit ganon? bakit mas gusto ko...... mas higit pa dun......? ewan ko..... di ko maintindihan ang sarili ko....." ano ba xavier! umayos ka! 2010 na! kalimutan mo na siya!." sabi ko sa sarili ko. para kasi akong tanga na uaasa sa kanya eh may nobya na nga siya.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683106736592144541.post-56178290215405854812010-01-21T15:37:00.000-08:002010-01-21T15:47:14.574-08:00I Wish I Wasn’t – KylaI Wish I Wasn’t – Kyla<br /><br />im home alone again<br />And you’re out hangin’ with you friends<br />So you say<br />Somehow I know it’s not quite that way<br />It’s getting pretty late<br />And you haven’t checked on me all say<br />When I called you didn’t answer<br />Now I’m feeling like you’re ignoring me<br /><br />[Refrain]<br />I wish I wasn’t that you were home<br />Holding me tight in your arms<br />And I wish I could go back<br />To the day before we met<br />And skip my regret<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />I wish I wasn’t in love with you<br />So you ain’t fair the way you treat me<br />No you don’t deserve me<br />Wasting my time thinking ’bout you<br />When you ain’t never gonna change<br />I wish I wasn’t in love with you<br />So I wouldn’t feel this way<br /><br />When you touch me my heat melts<br />And everything you did wrong I forgive<br />So you play me and take advantage<br />Of the love that I feel for you<br />Why you wanna hurt me so bad<br />I believed in you that’s why I’m so mad<br />Now I’m drowning in disappointment<br />And it’s hard for me to even look at you<br /><br />[repeat Refrain and Chorus]<br /><br />Said you care about me<br />But from what I see<br />I ain’t feeling that<br />So I disagree<br />Gave you all my love<br />And understanding<br />And you’re treating me like your enemy<br /><br />So leave me alone<br />Don’t want nothing from you<br />Just go back where you came from<br />This house is no longer your home<br />You are not welcome no no no mores<br /><br />[repeat Chorus]Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12252598636348508136noreply@blogger.com0