tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37286598703364250352024-02-19T11:53:26.075+08:00Wilberchie's WorldWilberchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344223223913835930noreply@blogger.comBlogger1463125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728659870336425035.post-53524169197114247992019-02-15T16:46:00.002+08:002019-02-15T16:46:48.674+08:00Change of Heart<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR1bpWMkGK8t4QxSrnAqRv5Zbx_W-u5e_eQ34QCv6aR5G2soRc_1-5XYo-mTRSpBQzS3Nzigy__zhv4ZC-Q7scF0oT4hr2fF5EzuK7rH6aZOKMSOvdVNb8SdbErTQV3dhR2v8D0Lz_jcLk/s1600/4369.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR1bpWMkGK8t4QxSrnAqRv5Zbx_W-u5e_eQ34QCv6aR5G2soRc_1-5XYo-mTRSpBQzS3Nzigy__zhv4ZC-Q7scF0oT4hr2fF5EzuK7rH6aZOKMSOvdVNb8SdbErTQV3dhR2v8D0Lz_jcLk/s320/4369.jpg" width="320" height="320" data-original-width="416" data-original-height="416" /></a><br><br />
<b>Change of Heart</B></div><br />
The other day I claimed my new rims in Quiapo. On a whim, I decided to just walk from our place to Quiapo and back so I have plenty of time to think about things that were bothering me; Particularly this dilemma that I was having.<br />
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<B>Gob-stop Realization</B><br />
When the schedule for GDC classes were rolled out completely last Sunday, I was dumbstruck with one timeslot for Alabang:<br />
<br />
<blockquote>06:00pm - 07:00pm - Hiphop with Gelai<br />
06:00pm - 07:00pm - Hiphop with Paul</blockquote><br />
My initial reaction was: <I><B>"DAFUQ!? NASAN ANG HUSTISYA!?"</I></B>. We were already struggling with getting students to attend his class and then you'll have an MMS with the same class ON THE FUCKING SAME TIMESLOT.<br />
<br />
I made a decision to go to Alabang right then and there. I knew there is a possibility that it will be cancelled due to lack of students if I don't add myself to the list. <br />
<br />
But then...<br />
<br />
...it hit me like blunt force trauma to the head. <B><I>"DAFUQ! NASAN TALAGA ANG HUSTISYA!?"</I></B><br />
<br />
<Blockquote>GDC ALABANG: 06:00pm - 07:00pm - Hiphop with Paul<br />
07:30pm - 08:30pm - Street Pop with Chrissian</blockquote><br />
ugh!<br />
<br />
How on earth can I be in Alabang until 7pm then 7:30 in QC? Just a bit of a trivia, I was the one who requested that Street Pop class for my squad. I am supposed to be there. I SHOULD BE THERE.<br />
<br />
ugh.<br />
<br />
With the heavy heart, I decided to stick to Street Pop. But that didn't mean I will not do anything for my teacher. I started messaging my classmates in Alabang if they were willing to attend HH with Paul on Saturday. I was lucky to have been able to get to affirmations. With the last one to complete the go signal coming from a student that informed teacher early on (I have a good idea who this student is! HAHA!). <br />
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I know you may be asking why I did that. Because I clearly know the disappointment for a cancelled class. I felt it. I felt it so vividly it broke my heart. It is the main reason that I became Teacher Clyde's student. If you know me well, you know that I am an empath. I feel other's emotions as if they were mine. I felt Teacher Clyde's disappointment and frustration when his class in SM Aura was cancelled due to lack of students. I could have enrolled for that last slot but opted not to in favor of taking a break. That's why when I came back to SMX, I felt that sinking feeling of melancholy from him. It broke my heart. That's why I enrolled in his Adult Beginners Class on whim.<br />
<br />
Like a bombshell, a realization just exploded in my mind...<br />
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<Blockquote><I>"Am I just projecting my feelings and aspirations for Teacher Clyde to my new Hiphop teacher?"</I></Blockquote><br />
<B>Is it real or just a projection?</B><br />
When Teacher Paul first invited me to his class, I was so happy. I attended it even at the cost of earning the ire of the bosses in TADS. I am positive that I perfectly enjoy his classes especially the one when we did Water by Usher and I have been killin' his classes ever since. I am the type of student that grows exponentially good when I have good relations with my teacher both academic and here in my dance classes. I'm pretty much eager to enroll in his GFP class for this summer.<br />
<br />
until this realization...<br />
<br />
<UL><LI>Eagerness to attend his classes<LI>Ensuring that all his classes are a go<LI>His regular students growing<LI>Excitement to enroll his class for GFP<LI>Ensuring the numbers for his GFP class</ul>
... these are all my dreams, functions, and aspirations for Teacher Clyde.
Things that I wasn't able to do due to our short period together and his sudden departure. Things I will do willingly unconditionally for him. These are all for Teacher Clyde. not for my present teacher...
<B>Questions. Questions. Questions.</B>
<blockquote><I>"Do I really want to enroll in his GFP class? Do I really want for it to prosper or is it just a projection of my dream for Teacher Clyde? If I did push through in having his GFP class, will it give me the gratification like that of having Teacher Clyde's class?"
"Do I really want to attend all of his classes? I also enjoy Teacher Chrissian's, Teacher Myka's, hell, I enjoyed my Hiphop class with Teacher Mike so what's with the eagerness to his classes?</i></blockquote>
One thing is for sure, he is not Teacher Clyde, so I should not be pushing/projecting my aspirations (regrets?) to my new Hiphop Teacher. It seems unfair because those are not really for him but for Teacher Clyde.
<center><a href="https://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/?action=view¤t=ender.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="https://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/ender.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a></center><iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=link_here" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe>Wilberchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344223223913835930noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728659870336425035.post-84181919434136711622018-12-12T16:24:00.003+08:002018-12-12T16:24:52.304+08:00Midnight ThoughtsDeep inside I knew.<br />
<br />
I knew that my time with him was just borrowed time. It's something I cannot just demand. That's why when he promises to be with me, I was stubborn to a fault to make it happen no matter what. If we cannot do it on the agreed time and date, I was very much amicable for a postponement but never a cancellation. <br />
<br />
I guess in my mind, that was the only thing that he can give me. TIME.<br />
<br />
If you are privy in my life, you know that my time is an utmost precious resource. I handle multiple items at the same time hence the moniker "Time is gold", holds true in my case. Whenever we will go out, I have to go out of my way and clear that schedule so we can do it. That means I need to finish items more quickly or postpone them just to give myself some time. <br />
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<I>"Di ko naman hiningi yan!"</I>. His messaged echoed through my mind as I read through it. Well true, he didn't ask for it directly but it was the consequence of the times we went out. He said this when I told him that I skipped through important events of my life just to make our little trip happen. On my end, I just want him to understand why it pisses me off since I already sacrificed some things and then he'll bail on me. BUt I guess, no amount of explanation will go through the mind of a child. It resounded to him in a different way as if I'm nagging him. Big surprise there.<br />
<br />
Today is the anniversary of the time we first spent the night together in a hotel room. No. Nothing happened between us. <br />
<br />
<B>I DID NOT DO ANYTHING.</B> <br />
<br />
Being a sapiosexual that I am, I wanted to make a deeper connection with him first. After that night, there were times that I found myself aroused after just a face to face conversation with him. I guess he intrigued me. <br />
<br />
But now, I am wondering, what if I gave him another way to repay me? What if, on our first night, I went ahead and toyed with his body? Would our bond have ended there ? Would have bond became stronger? Would our fight about time have been averted?<br />
<br />
I am not a sexual maniac that would require him to sleep with me everytime. I loved him more than that. But maybe if I was given something that I can hold on to, I wouldn't have been so obsessed in always having some time with him. <br />
<br />
<I>"What? Like a monthly deposit of sperm?"</I> a flash thought of my aggressive side. <br />
<br />
Well, I guess I'm fine with it. If it would have gave me something to look forward to, why not?<br />
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But that is all in the past now. I learned my lesson. No more people like this in my life. But I will still settle for a boytoy! hahahah!<br />
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<center><a href="https://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/?action=view¤t=ender.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="https://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/ender.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a></center><iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=https://wilberchiesworldinbetween.blogspot.com/2018/12/midnight-thoughts.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe>Wilberchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344223223913835930noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728659870336425035.post-59052654313586719552018-11-22T01:02:00.002+08:002018-11-22T01:02:24.392+08:00Despodent wishSometimes there is a part of me that rises from the depths of my inner being. I forcefully tried to hide it after the events that once more destroyed me. But now that it has come out, i guess I should into words my true feelings.<br />
<br />
<I>Do you remember the time that we rendezvous secretly to that coffee shop in Dinalupihan? I asked you a question and you choked on the answer. I kept asking you even when you drove me back to my place. <br />
<br />
"Ano ba tong ginagawa natin?"<br />
<br />
It's easy to discern that you have no answer to that question. It was just me trying to understand you. Trying to commensurate that after what you did to me, you have invited me to go and get coffee. <br />
<br />
I was waiting for you to explain. I was waiting for you to say something. Hell. I was just waiting for you to tell me that you just don't want to let me go. <br />
<br />
But nothing. Nothing.<br />
<br />
Not accepting you back is one of the hardest decision for me. I changed my life so that it will revolve around you. I sacrificed too many and too soon so I can make a space for you in my life. And it boiled down to you telling me this line: "Hindi ko naman hiningi yung mga yon".<br />
<br />
To accept you, is to understand you. But I cannot understand you. I tried my hardest and earnest to understand you but I learned the hard way that I cannot. I tried reasoning with you but it failed. I tried just emotionally understanding you, something I know I am good at, but still miserably failed.<br />
<br />
Now in my moment of clarity, I want to tell you my earnest feelings.<br />
<br />
Leave me alone.<br />
<br />
I don't want you to be part of my life. I don't need you. I actively purged you from my life. I had my world revolve again without you in it. I purged connections from your friends that holds no importance in my life.<br />
<br />
Just leave me alone. Do not try to talk to me. Do not drop by my FB or IG. I just don't want to be connected to you in any way.<br />
<br />
I am happy without you. <br />
<br />
That is my despodent solemn wish.</i><br />
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<center><a href="https://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/?action=view¤t=ender.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="https://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/ender.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a></center><iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=https://wilberchiesworldinbetween.blogspot.com/2018/11/despodent-wish.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe>Wilberchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344223223913835930noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728659870336425035.post-89321703014026185682018-10-03T20:11:00.001+08:002018-10-03T20:12:08.898+08:00EFFFFFFFFFFFEksena:<br />
<br />
<i>"Ugh! Fuck! Shet! OOOH!!! FOOTAH!!!! ah shet! PUTANG INA!!! erggg! arggh!!! fucker! AH! FUCK!!!</I><br />
<br />
This is me while...<br />
<br />
<br />
...climbing up the stairs in MRT Ayala Station. Internally lang naman. Para akong binoborjack! Whahhahah!!!<br />
<br />
Still have body pains from dance class Sunday. <br />
<br />
Teacher El-John's class: Upo upo ikot ikot tribal-ish medyo dancehall choreo.<br />
Equals: Leg painsssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!<br />
<br />
Teacher Sherwin's class: Drop on th efloow in lounge position, left leg extended to the right, hips up.<br />
Equals: Right hip pain due to wrong torsion.<br />
<br />
Huhuhu!! PAAAAAAAAAAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!<br />
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<center><a href="https://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/?action=view¤t=ender.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="https://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/ender.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a></center><iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=https://wilberchiesworldinbetween.blogspot.com/2018/10/efffffffffff.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe>Wilberchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344223223913835930noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728659870336425035.post-20479644768894474832018-09-25T19:41:00.003+08:002018-09-25T19:41:46.120+08:003rd time is not the charmIt began to rain when I was still in my guilty pleasure place. I started to walk towards the main highway so I can ride a jeep home.<br />
<br />
Since it was a long jeepney ride home, I started browsing my FB account to pass up the time. It was there that I found out that the results of the recent Mechanical Engineering Board Exam were just released. This was evidenced by a slew of congratulatory posts in my FB feed. It's not that I care about him still, but my curiosity got better of me...<br />
<br />
A few presses on my phone then a mighty long press of the enter key... Google populated the websites showing the results of the exam.<br />
<br />
I chose the top link and I jumped to the website. I began skimming all the 'A' surnames until I reached the last one. His surname was nowhere to be found. "Guess he failed.", I surmised. But still there was a part of me that was skeptical. <i>"Baka naman hindi sya nagexam?"</i><br />
<br />
So just to quell my doubts, I searched for the room assignment link in google. I downloaded the pdf file containing the information that I need. The first file I got was the assignments in the Manila venue. His name was not there. Moving on the 2nd file, I checked the Baguio venue and instantly I saw his name. <br />
<br />
<B>"BAGSAK! BOOM!"</B><br />
<br />
I just want to echo what I said in the last time he failed. <I>"Hindi mo ako pedeng sisihin dyan. Wala akong ginagawa. Wala na kaming kuneksyon."</I><br />
<br />
NOT MY FAULT.<br />
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<center><a href="https://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/?action=view¤t=ender.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="https://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/ender.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a></center><iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=https://wilberchiesworldinbetween.blogspot.com/2018/09/3rd-time-is-not-charm.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe>Wilberchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344223223913835930noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728659870336425035.post-85229545303150812422018-04-02T00:17:00.001+08:002018-10-04T20:16:09.518+08:00Escape from the Ministry of Magic 00<b>DIVINATION OF ABYSMAL FUTURE</B><br />
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It has been less than a year from my transfer from the Magical Personnel Education to the Elemental Atmosphere Section. Our team of brilliant wizards and witches have endured many challenges such as the unexpected deluge of the dark blood of earth in town, subsequent escape of spirits of unbound soil, persistence of olfactory cloud menace, uprising of the canine anthromorphs due to the spread of descentiant firecake in which they claim they were allergic to, among others.I am very much happy of what had transpired with my career as a superbly talented young witch.<br />
<br />
Until an image flashed in my mind...<br />
<br />
It was a scene of despair. People around were burdened and pained. There were no tears in their eyes but their faces show sadness in its zenith. Though it showed a seemingly organized and managed space, not a single soul dwells in the image. People have no energy. People have no souls. It was an image of utter unhappiness in its perfect form. <br />
<br />
I was gasping for air after the vision ended. Cold bullets of sweat firing rapidly on my face. It was a horrible vision. That was caused my innate ability, Fact Flash. <br />
<br />
Some people can read other people's minds with ease. Some change their appearance at will. Mine? I see the future. It's not entirely clear, but as soon as I hear a fact, an image will flash in my mind. A scene from the future that will 100% happen if I don't do anything to prevent it. It's not your conventional prophecy like the one being thought in Divination class. I remember our Muggle Studies Professor discussing a somewhat related phenomenon with Muggles, they call it a "hunch". Instead of being shown flashes of the future, they feel a strong belief that something is going to happen. <br />
<br />
The fact that I heard that triggered my ability was that an Inquisitor shall be assigned in between our Office's Branch. I shared my vision with my partner and warned her that it is best that we escape from the ministry as soon as this happens. It was a depressing vision. One that will destroy our status quo. One that will eat our souls one by one.<br />
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<center><a href="https://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/?action=view¤t=ender.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="https://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/ender.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a></center><iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=link_here" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe>Wilberchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344223223913835930noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728659870336425035.post-83696912988289963872017-08-28T04:33:00.000+08:002017-08-28T04:33:37.453+08:00Perfect Strangers #YakapI saw him yesterday. I grew numb when I heard his voice. He was just inches away from me. I'm not sure if he noticed me then. I was standing on the same spot for a good 2 hours while enjoying the performances. I knew our encounter was inevitable at the event. But like I mentioned to Tricia, I am there to support the event, I am there to enjoy the performances. Him being there will not change those facts.<br />
<br />
At that moment that I realized he's just a step away, there was this uncomfortable emptiness that formed in my heart. As much as I care to admit, I was distraught the moment i knew of his precense. I sat down on the chair that Kam had given me so as to compose myself. I pretend to fiddle with my phone while listening intently to my surroundings. I tried to drive my attention back to the performance again, the med student who performed in Birdcage was performing on stage. I like her songs, though her melodies are quite generic. Perhaps it's because I relate to some of the songs she sang. It was a battle of attention between the performance and my feelings. It became a struggle to be even at the venue. I decided to go back home.<br />
<br />
I surveyed the area to look for Kam. I brought the book that I bought for him in Recto. He mentioned he needed it for his review. I instantly saw him speaking with KJ in my 5 o'clock. I took it out from my bag and immediately handed it him saying I'll be going home. Witholding the fact that it was with a heavy heart that I am leaving. He offered to pay for the book but i declined since I planned to give it as a goodluck gift for his board exams. With a plastered smile, i made quick getaway.<br />
<br />
But just like a scene in a soap opera, the exact moment that I was exiting the event premises, he was coming back enter the venue. A slowmo scene fit for a tv show. I did not wished for it nor did I intended it. I was sure he was talking to other event staff before I decided to make my escape. But obviously, the world had another plan. I tried to make it look that I was unfazed and just continued walking. <br />
<br />
I knew that he saw me. I knew that he knew I saw him. But I just went on looking ahead as if he was not there. As I approach him, he turned to his side as if to make a room for my exit while I passed by his back. Like strangers non-chalant with each other's presence. I stumbled quite a bit since I kicked some lights on the way out but i didn't mind it since what was priority one was to get out of there.<br />
<br />
I was a bit shaken still so I decided to dance it off. Good thing the arcade was also on the same floor. I danced a good hour before deciding to text Tricia so I can say goodbye. The dancing was quite therapeutic. She found me resting in a nearby chair in the arcade. I said my goodbyes and proceeded to go home.<br />
<br />
As I mentioned to him on our last meeting day, "Maalala kita sa lahat". True enough. Amidst the light rain and darkness of the streets, all the places I went to that night reminded me of him: Our coffee break in the 7-11 branch beside Michelle's; the walks toward the terminal; our check ups in ICMC where I had doc refer me for a doctor for him; the bus stations; the 7-11 beside the caltex station; the mcdonald's in four lanes; the Starbucks where I made his Thesis Manuscript; the jollibee branch where we ate while making said manuscript; Everywhere I go in Balanga, I am haunted by visions of our memories together. <br />
<br />
In all honesty, I wanted to cry, I wanted to just breakdown. But the pain of him leaving and throwing me out of his life is not enough to make me. Perhaps I have grown used to people I care about doing it that I am able to withstand it. But that's what's making it hard on my end. I can't get my loneliness out of me. It remains as a cloud of clout in my heart that always demands to be felt but is not enough to break me. It is a constant reminder that i have trusted yet again a person who didnt see me for who I am. <br />
<br />
I know I am in the losing end of this. He probably does not think of me. He probably just went on with his life after he threw me out. He probably felt relief that a thorn in his life was removed. <br />
<br />
After all, I did not matter. We're perfect strangers that night.<br />
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<center><a href="https://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/?action=view¤t=ender.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="https://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/ender.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a></center><iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href="; scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe>Wilberchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344223223913835930noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728659870336425035.post-81108459079898402182017-05-02T01:51:00.002+08:002017-05-02T01:51:20.976+08:00About last nightI really love the ending song of Make It Right Season 1. It's sung by Namcha and entitled <i>About last night</I>. I can actually sing this complete with proper diction.<br />
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คงหมดเวลาของเรา กลับคืนสู่ความว่างเปล่า<br />
Kong mot welah kaung rao glup keun soo kwahm wahng bplao<br />
Our time is up, we return to emptiness<br />
เรื่องราวที่มีแค่เรา ที่รู้กันเท่านั้น<br />
Reuang rao tee mee kae rao tee roo gun tao nun<br />
The stories that only we know<br />
มันเกิดจากความรู้สึก หรือเป็นแค่เพียงคนเหงา<br />
Mun gert jahk kwahm roo seuk reu bpen kae piang kon ngao<br />
Did they happen because of feelings? Or was it only two lonely people<br />
ที่มาเจอกัน<br />
Tee mah jur gun<br />
Who happened to meet?<br />
<br />
(*) มันอาจไม่เรียกว่ารัก แต่มันดีพอให้ฉัน ลืมเธอไม่ลง<br />
Mun aht mai riak wah ruk dtae mun dee por hai chun leum tur mai long<br />
<B><font color=WHITE>It might not have been love, but it was good enough for me to be unable to forget you</B></font><br />
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(**) แต่ความจริงคือฉันไม่ควรอยู่ตรงนี้ ต่อไป<br />
Dtae kwahm jing keu chun mai kuan yoo dtrong nee dtor bpai<br />
But the truth is I shouldn’t be here anymore<br />
เมื่อรู้ทั้งรู้ว่าเธอมีเค้าทั้งใจ<br />
Meua roo tung roo wah tur mee kao tung jai<br />
When I know full well that you have her with all your heart<br />
ก็แค่เรื่องของคนเหงา ที่ไม่มีวันต่อไป<br />
Gor kae reuang kaung kon ngao tee mai mee wun dtor bpai<br />
It’s just an issue of lonely people that will never continue<br />
สุดท้ายแล้วผิดที่ฉันที่มันเกิดเผลอใจ<br />
Soot tai laeo pit tee chun tee mun gert plur jai<br />
In the end, it’s my fault for being careless<br />
คิดถึงแต่เรื่องเมื่อคืน<br />
Kit teung dtae reuang meua keun<br />
Thinking only of last night’s matters<br />
<br />
ความจริงมันควรต้องจบ คงไม่มีทางต้องเจ็บ<br />
Kwahm jing mun kuan dtaung jop kong mai mee tahng dtaung jep<br />
In truth, it should be stopped, then there would be no way to get hurt<br />
ไม่เก็บเอาเรื่องนั้นมา คิดถึงมันอีกแล้ว<br />
Mai gep ao reuang nun mah kit teung mun eek laeo<br />
I shouldn’t hold on to those matters or think about them any more<br />
เธออาจไม่ทันรู้สึก กับช่วงเวลาแค่นั้น ที่มาเจอกัน<br />
Tur aht mai tun roo seuk gup chuang welah kae nun tee mah jur gun<br />
You might not have felt anything at that moment we met<br />
<br />
<B><font color=yellow>Rundown</font></B><br />
This particular song tells a story about a one night stand and certainly does not reflect my relationship with cobalt blue. But there's something about the title that resonates to me. It literary just happened in one night: The downward spiral of our relationship...<br />
<br />
It's a big surprise how swiftly everything just went rogue. We just went out for a movie one Thursday evening, everything was fine. We ate in Sumo Sam. Everything just felt good and right. Then come Friday evening, we were nuking it out through texts. One accusing one of doing something against the other. We separated ways by Saturday.<br />
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It's already been a week since then. Of course, I have thought about everything that had transpired. I believe everything started when I was asking him what are we going to do in Pampanga. It was Friday and I was in San Fernando for an Official Business. We were scheduled to go there that Saturday since he invited me to go there the week prior. It was his way to make up to me since his parents did not permit him to join me in Tagaytay. <br />
<br />
He mentioned that he just wanted to watch a movie there. I was berating him to look for more things to do because if all he wanted was to watch a movie, why do we need to go to Pampanga? (Vista Mall Bataan has movies showing) <I><font color="WHITE">"Ikaw naman nag-aya neto."</font></I>, I kept telling him because in my mind, it was him who wanted to go to Pampanga. So I figured he wanted to do something there that is not available in Bataan and I was pressing him to tell me what it is. He responded that what he planned in mind was just to watch a movie and I was just demanding things. <I><font color=YELLOW>Note: Everything he said is non-verbatim. I only read his message once and is only recalling it by memory. I have his message in my phone but I don't like to read it anymore.</font></I> His response really blew my fuse especially combined with the hot climate in San Fernando that time... <br />
<br />
I hastily replied that of course I have the right to demand! I am giving him my time even though there are many people who are asking for it. He is my priority! I am always trying so hard to fit everything in my schedule so that I can give ample time to everyone! I just don't want to waste my time. I have sacrificed other lakads for this!<br />
<br />
He replied that I was nagging him about my time and he didn't ask for it. Gawd, I was getting all the more frustrated with our exchange then. I replied that he's important to me that's why he is my priority and that I am not nagging him about my time, I simply want him to understand where I'm coming from. He replied claiming something about me being selfish for the time that I am asking. He mentioned something about him lacking the time to spend at home and having no time to speak with his parents. Which I countered with what I have always telling him, he was the one who invited me to go to Pampanga in the first place! He countered that he does not know Pampanga very well since he doesn't always go to the place. He kept insisting that I am the only one demanding to do things because his original invite was only for a movie. <br />
<br />
In the end, I relented. I said it's fine if it was only a movie and provided some choices for other activities. Like the new cafe I saw by the intersection; That Buffet that we always eat to; etc. I remember I texted those while I was enroute back to Bataan. After a while, I was already crying in the bus. I was just told I was demanding and selfish by that one person I care about the most. It really took a blow on me. I couldn't accept those allegations especially coming from him. <br />
<br />
When I arrived at our office, I broke down. I couldn't bare the pain anymore. His words pierced right through me. Good thing I was alone and was able to really let it out. I cried a good cry then went all serious. I started typing very long texts. I answered all his claims about my selfishness, my being demanding, and some other things. I mentioned that all I wanted was bit of his time because that's all what he can offer me. I asked him if he still wanted to be in this. I reminded him that I asked him before and he said it was okay with it. I defended myself that whatever issues that he has with his parents, I'm out of it. Ever since I knew that he's getting scolded when he gets home late, <B>I</B> make it a point that our affairs are only until 8PM. And that all our Manila trips at most are overnight only. If he feels he doesn't talk to his parents that much then he should initiate the conversation since he's staying with them at home. I sent the texts around 10PM and then went home.<br />
<br />
I woke up around 2AM and read his replies to my texts. He started with that he may continue the debate and he will just end up at the losing side. He should be the one in control of his life and that he cannot meet me halfway anymore. He said he wanted to go back to the time that he was alone. So that I will not be sad and cry anymore in the office. He points out that I cry in the office and everyone knows it's because of him. His last message was not to proceed to our trip to Pampanga. Of course that devastated me, again, like I said, I sacrificed other events just to go on this trip to Pampanga with him. <br />
<br />
I replied to his message that I will respect what he has told me in those texts and as my last request, let's proceed to Pampanga. After that, I texted my partner-in-crime with a message telling her that the #TimeLimit has been set.<br />
<br />
I went back to sleep with a heavy heart. Honestly, it wasn't that much of a sleep because I kept waking up every fifteen minutes.<br />
<br />
<B><font color=YELLOW>Thoughts</font></B><br />
I understand that I may have been the trigger to this. Especially that I kept berating him that he was the one who invited me. On my end, as I mentioned, I just wanted to know what will transpire with our little trip. It's not like he's the one paying for everything. I need to know how much will be our projected expenses so I can sweep it in my budget.<br />
<br />
And the things that he mentioned against me, being selfish, being demanding, being the one in control of his life. Ha! I have given nothing but options to him. I always base my decisions to him. I let him decide because I wanted someone deciding for me for a change. That is except for things that I know he needed, like the X-ray for his injuries, blood chem, and Rehab Med consultation. Doctors orders. No buts.<br />
<br />
I am out with his dilemma with his parents. Why is he pinning that on me?<br />
<br />
Time is important to me as I always have tons of things to do. I set them aside because he is important to me. And it seems he doesn't understand that part. Yeah, the part that he's important to me. Sad noh?<br />
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<center><a href="https://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/?action=view¤t=ender.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="https://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/ender.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a></center><iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://wilberchiesworldinbetween.blogspot.com/2017/05/about-last-night.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe>Wilberchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344223223913835930noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728659870336425035.post-43010801506271202052017-05-01T01:20:00.001+08:002017-05-01T01:42:59.765+08:00Silent Melancholy<i><font color=WHITE>"Maalala naman kita sa Sumo Sam..."</font></i>, he said smiling. This was after he noticed me watching him with a sad look on my face.<br />
<br />
<i><font color=WHITE>"Ako maalala kita sa lahat..."</I></font>, I replied while looking away as tears formed instantly in my eyes. <i><font color=WHITE>"...sa password ko, sa painting mo, sa lahat... maalala kita."</I></font><br />
<br />
And it's true, it's been a week since we decided to go our separate ways. Yes, I am saying <b><font color=YELLOW>WE</font></B>. It was a decision we both made, though not mutual. He was the first to decide, my decision was only a response to his decision.<br />
<br />
I still think about him everyday. I always remember him in times that I don't even expect...<br />
<br />
<b><font color=YELLOW>Eating in KFC.</font></B> It was after our meeting int PSTD at the Meralco Head Office. I just parted ways with my Bom Bom Bora Friends. I was wandering around the mall trying to consciously not think about him. I was bit hungry already since I left home without eating. I decided to eat in KFC. I took my time choosing what I wanted to eat then proceeded to order in the cashier. I got my order and just sat by a corner. I started eating my order and a memory flashed of him eating in front of me. I usually sit opposite him when we eat out. I vividly saw an image of him, eating chicken across me. I remember exactly how he chews. Every up and down motion of his jaw. I know. I have it ingrained in my memory. A phantom image of him was sitting in front of me, enjoying his spicy chicken.<br />
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<b><font color=YELLOW>Mochaccino.</font></B> <a href="https://wilberchiesworldinbetween.blogspot.com/2017/04/mochaccino.html" TARGET="_blank">see my previous post</a><br />
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<b><font color=YELLOW>TA-DAN!</font></B> It was his catchphrase when he's trying to surprise me. He said it when he gave me a cupcake with blue icing on Feb 15 and the day he gave the painting and the sketch to me as my Xmas gift. I never thought it will remind me of him. I hear it almost everyday inside my mind. As if, he will just come back and surprise me that he's back in my life. <i><font color=WHITE>TA-DAN!</I></font><br />
<br />
I'll probably remember more of him in the next weeks. I am slowly but surely returning my life to the point where he didn't enter my life. I have unfriended all the friends he introduced me to and I don't have any plans of communicating with them anymore. I told him that they are only an extension of him, when he's gone, they are gone. <br />
<br />
I am not that devastated because I have survived abandonment far graver than this. But that doesn't mean this did not get to me. I'm surviving everyday because on the day that he left, another person came back to me. But that's for another story.<br />
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<center><a href="https://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/?action=view¤t=ender.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="https://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/ender.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a></center><iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://wilberchiesworldinbetween.blogspot.com/2017/05/silent-melancholy.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe>Wilberchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344223223913835930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728659870336425035.post-57098719116188284702017-04-29T03:17:00.000+08:002017-04-29T03:17:16.123+08:00Mochaccino<center><a href="https://s70.photobucket.com/user/achienialberchie/media/18118464_10154596227448716_6884293460530138904_n_zpsshfoxsvr.jpg.html" target="_blank"><img src="https://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/18118464_10154596227448716_6884293460530138904_n_zpsshfoxsvr.jpg" border="0" alt=" photo 18118464_10154596227448716_6884293460530138904_n_zpsshfoxsvr.jpg" height=30% width=30% align=center /></a></center>Lately, everytime I order 7-Eleven's Mochaccino in their City Blends, I'm reminded of the person who introduced me to it...<br />
<br />
It was the first time that he dropped me off in my house using their car and he's the driver. <a href="https://s70.photobucket.com/user/achienialberchie/media/P_20170323_001940_BF_zpsimjfeinp.jpg.html" target="_blank"><img src="https://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/P_20170323_001940_BF_zpsimjfeinp.jpg" border="0" alt=" photo P_20170323_001940_BF_zpsimjfeinp.jpg" length=50% width=50% align =right /></a>We just watched the new Power Rangers Movie earlier then. We then ate at the Beanery. We were its last customers for the day. We each enjoyed a healthy helping of each other's order of pasta. After a quick refill from our <i>suking</i> gas station, we were off to Limay so he can take me home. It was just a short ride since it was already around 12 midnight. We were talking of getting coffee in Limay at 7-Eleven. I used to only drink Americano from their coffee line. I haven't tried the other varieties.<br />
<br />
He parked beside the nearby college of that particular 7-Eleven branch. We went out of the car and went straight to the store. The Coffee machine was just by the entrance. He asked me if what I wanted to drink. I mentioned that I didn't want to drink coffee anymore since it's already past midnight. <I>Have you tried their Mochaccino?</i>, he asked. I replied that I haven't tried it yet. <I>"What size?"</I>, he asked with a grin. Hmmmp. <I>"Ikaw, kung ano nalang ung sayo."</I> Afterwards, he let out a grin and retorted, <I>"Large sayo, Medium saken."</I> laughing.<br />
<br />
He paid for the drinks at the counter then he handed over my drink. When I first took a sip, I liked it. It's this good mixture of coffee and chocolate. It reminded me of the makeshift mocha drink that used to have when I was still in Convergys. We talked a some more until we finished our dirnks. By 1 AM, he brought me home and we said our usual goodbyes.<br />
<br />
<br />
Right now, I'm figuring out if I really loved the drink on its own or I loved it because he was the one who introduced me to it. I always find myself pushing the 16 oz button of the Mochaccino everytime I'm in 7-Eleven. So maybe, I do love it after all.<br />
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<center><a href="https://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/?action=view¤t=ender.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="https://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/ender.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a></center><iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://wilberchiesworldinbetween.blogspot.com/2017/04/mochaccino.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe>Wilberchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344223223913835930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728659870336425035.post-6777345053965598472017-04-29T02:27:00.001+08:002017-04-29T03:17:33.675+08:00TimelimitLast Saturday, April 22, <i>'he'</I> left. He came equipped with a myriad of reasons why it would be better for us to part ways. None of which makes sense to me. But as I mentioned to him in my text the night before, I will respect whatever he said. But that doesn't mean he's right. I choose not to divulge them here as to protect his privacy, but judging from the feedback of my friends... It's one huge <b><font size=7>BULLCRAP!</font></B><br />
<br />
But scene from that day keeps reiterating in my mind... The setting in which I consider our last goodbye...<br />
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<b>Timelimit</B><br />
<i>by Wilter von Phar</i><br />
<br />
Alas dos ng hapon sa highway<br />
sa ilalim ng katirikan ng haring araw<br />
Mainit ang buga ng hangin galing hilaga<br />
Di katulad ng pakiramdam ko nung oras na yun<br />
<br />
Nakatayo tayong dalawa sa lilim ng maliit na puno<br />
Nakamasid sa mga paparating na sasakyan<br />
Naghihintay ng bus na maghahatid saken<br />
Papalayo sa lugar na yon... <br />
sa iyo...<br />
<br />
Lumingon ako sa direkyon mo<br />
Pinagmasdan sa huling pagkakataon ang kabuuan mo<br />
Mula ulo hanggang sa lupa<br />
Kinikilatis ang bulto mo<br />
kinakabisado ang bawat alon ng iyong bisig<br />
ang buhok mong binati kong hindi bagay sayo<br />
ang mukha mong nakangiti<br />
ang tshirt mong kulay asul na plain<br />
ang dibdib mong humuhulma sa iyong kisig<br />
ang pantalon mong butas na lagi mong suot<br />
ang bag mong itim na kakulay ng dilim<br />
<br />
Napansin mo akong nakatitig sayo<br />
Tinanong mo kung bakit ko ginagawa yon<br />
Iyon na siguro ang huling beses na tatanungin mo ako nun<br />
Lagi kitang tinititigan at pinagmamasdan<br />
ang lagi kong tugon sa tanong mo na iyon ay, "Wala."<br />
Pero sa araw na yun, buong tapang akong tumugon sayo ng:<br />
"Ito na ang huling beses na makikita kita...<br />
Gusto ko lang ng imahe sa utak ko na maalala kita..."<br />
<br />
At may nagpakitang paparating na bus<br />
Malapit na matapos ang huling tagpo nating dalawa<br />
Lumingon muli ako sa iyong direksyon<br />
Gamit ang mga mata kong malungkot<br />
Yumakap ako sayo katulad ng pagyakap ko sayo nung huli<br />
Sapagkat sa pagkakatong ito, ito na nga ang huli<br />
Kaya sa huling beses na ito, niyakap kita ng mas mahigpit pa<br />
At bumulong ako sayo ng marahan...<br />
"Super Love you" katulad ng lagi kong sinasabi sayo<br />
at "Sorry", sabay sa pag-agos ng mga luha ko...<br />
<br />
Bumitaw tayo sa pagkayapos sa isat isa<br />
ngunit nakahawak pa din ako sa iyong braso<br />
Inabot mo gamit ang kabilang kamay ang mga dala ko..<br />
Inabot ko iyon na para bang mas lalo itong bumigat<br />
Marahil dumagdag na duon ang lahat ng pagmamahal ko sayo<br />
Binubuhat ko na din sya sapagkat tinanggihan mo na itong tanggapin<br />
<br />
Sinimulan ko ang pagtapak ng aking paa<br />
isang mabigat na hakbang patungo sa naghihintay na bus<br />
Nagkaron na ng distansya ang ating mga katawan<br />
Ngunit patuloy pa din akong nakahawak sa iyong braso<br />
Tumuloy ang isa pang hakbang<br />
at lumuwag na ang pagkakahawak ko sa braso mo<br />
Isa pang muli at bumaba na ang kamay ko sa iyong pulso<br />
isa pang hakbang at matatapos na ang ating huling tagpo<br />
Natira nalang ay dalawang daliri na pakurot na pilit na kumakapit<br />
Ayaw bumitaw sa iyo<br />
At muli, isang hakbang pa, at tuluyan ng nawala ang koneksyon nating dalawa<br />
Di na maramdaman ng balat ko ang init ng iyong balat<br />
Putol na ang ugnayan nating dalawa<br />
"Wala na", yun ang tugon mo kanina<br />
Wala na nga ito. <br />
Wala na tayong kinalaman sa isa't isa<br />
tapos na ang istorya <br />
Isasara na pintuan <br />
<br />
Duon na bumalot ang lamig sa aking balat<br />
di na kita nilingon<br />
di na kita inalala pa<br />
Umupo ako sa likod ng bus<br />
Tumingin sa kawalan<br />
Sumakay na sa biyaheng palayo sayo...<br />
<br />
<br />
<center><a href="https://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/?action=view¤t=ender.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="https://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/ender.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a></center><iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://wilberchiesworldinbetween.blogspot.com/2017/04/timelimit.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe>Wilberchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344223223913835930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728659870336425035.post-23812636871737944972017-02-08T10:39:00.001+08:002017-02-08T10:40:23.691+08:00Una at Huling Sulat para Sayo ni Wilter Von PharMahal, <br />
<br />
kung binabasa mo to ngayon, malamang, ito na ang huling araw ng pagkikita naten<br />
kung binabasa mo to ngayon, malamang, nagawa ko na lahat ng bagay na itinakda kong gawin <br />
mga bagay na napag-isipan kong gawin nung gabing iyon<br />
yung gabing iyon<br />
nung sinabi mong, di mo ako kayang mahalin<br />
<br />
Mahal,<br />
<br />
Patawarin mo sana ako<br />
Patawarin mo ako sa pagiging mahina ko<br />
Patawarin mo ako na mas pinili ko nalang na magpatalo kesa lumaban<br />
Pero mahal, pinilit ko namang lumaban<br />
Pinilit kong ipaglaban yung pagkakaibigan natin<br />
Kahit hirap na hirap ako, pinilit ko pa rin lumaban<br />
Nilabanan ko yung nararamdaman kong pagmamahal sayo<br />
<br />
Mahal,<br />
<br />
Bawat segundong gising ako, ikaw lang ang iniisip ko<br />
Sa umaga, iniisip ko kung gising ka na ba, kung kumain ka na ba ng almusal, kung nakapasok ka na, kung late ka nanaman ba?<br />
Sa hapon, ganun din, kung nakakain ka ng pananghalian, kung ayos lang ba ang araw mo sa eskwelahan<br />
Sa gabi, ganun pa din, kung nakakain ka na nga, kung kasama mo pa ba ang mga kaibigan mo, kung nakauwi ka na at nakapagpahinga na<br />
Nababaliw ako sa kakaisip sayo pag malayo ka<br />
Pero nasasaktan naman ako pag kasama ka<br />
<br />
Mahal,<br />
<br />
Pag kasama kita gustong gusto kitang hawakan<br />
pero pilit kong pinipigilan ang sarili ko mahal<br />
pero gustong gusto ko mahal! <br />
Gustong gusto ko!<br />
Gusto kong yakapin yung braso mo para masabi ko na akin ka din<br />
Gusto kong idantay ang ulo ko sa balikat mo para masabi ko din na may sumusuporta saken<br />
Gusto kong humiga sa dibdib mo para maramdaman ko ang alab na nagpainit sa puso kong matagal ng malamig<br />
Gusto kong yakapin ka ng mahigpit ng para maiparamdam ko naman sayo na mahal na mahal na mahal kita<br />
Pero lagi kong pinipigilan ang sarili ko<br />
Baka kasi tuluyan nakong makalimutan at madala sa sobrang pagmamahal ko sayo<br />
<br />
Mahal,<br />
<br />
Natatandaan mo pa ba nung naglalakad tayo?<br />
Nung biglang sinabi mong ang lungkot lungkot ng buhay ko<br />
Na kahit pa nakangiti ako eh kitang kita mo sa mga mata ko na malungkot<br />
Sa totoo lang mahal, nagulat ako nun at natakot<br />
Pilit kasi ako nagpapakatatag nun, dahil tama ka, malungkot ako<br />
dahil ung gabi bago ung araw na yun, sinabi ng lalaking tinatangi ko na hindi nya akong kayang mahalin<br />
<br />
Mahal,<br />
<br />
Di ko inakala na sasabihin ko yun muli<br />
Na hihiling ako muli ng imposible<br />
Alam ko isa yong malaking kahibangan pero<br />
nung gabing yon<br />
nung sinabi mong hindi mo akong kayang mahalin<br />
Hinilig ko na sana babae nalang ako<br />
Alam ko kasi yun lang ang paraan para mahalin mo rin ako<br />
<br />
Mahal,<br />
<br />
gusto kong sumigaw<br />
gusto kong magalet<br />
gusto kong sumabog <br />
dahil kahit ano pang talino at talento ko <br />
At kahit pa anong bida ko sa lahat ng kakayahan ko<br />
wala akong magagawa para mahalin ako ng lalaking pinakamamahal ko<br />
<br />
Mahal,<br />
<br />
Alam mo ba na sobrang bilib ako sayo?<br />
Napakagaling mo kasi mahal<br />
Di mo lang alam isa ka sa mga taong hinahangaan ko <br />
Marami akong bagay na natutunan sayo <br />
Kaya alam ko mahal magtatagumpay ka sa buhay mo<br />
Kaya tuparin mo yung mga pangarap mo kahit na wala na ako<br />
Hindi mo ako kelangan para tuparin ang mga yon<br />
Alam ko at naniniwala ako kaya mo mahal.<br />
Kayang kaya mo.<br />
<br />
Mahal, <br />
<br />
Gusto ko man sabihin na babalik ako, hindi ko magawa<br />
Dahil hindi ko alam kung ilang araw, ilang linggo, ilang buwan, taon o dekada ko dadalhin sa puso ko ang damdamin ko para sayo<br />
Ganun talaga siguro ang buhay natin<br />
May darating, may aalis<br />
Sa pagkakataong ito, ako ang aalis<br />
dahil yun ang pinakamainam para sa'ting dalawa<br />
sabihin mo na na ginagawa ko ito upang tumakas<br />
kasi di katulad ng inaakala mo<br />
mahina ako. <br />
Napipilitan lang akong maging malakas at matapang<br />
dahil wala namang gagawa nun para saken<br />
tama ka, malungkot ang buhay ko.<br />
at salamat at pinaligaya mo ako kahit sa maikling panahon na magkasama tayo<br />
<br />
Hanggang dito nalang Mahal.<br />
Hangad ko ang kaligayahan mo.<br />
Mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal kita.<br />
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<center><a href="https://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/?action=view¤t=ender.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="https://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/ender.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a></center><iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://wilberchiesworldinbetween.blogspot.com/2017/02/una-at-huling-sulat-para-sayo-ni-wilter.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe>Wilberchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344223223913835930noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728659870336425035.post-16435715309115573012017-02-07T18:19:00.000+08:002017-02-08T10:20:12.308+08:00Ang Paglisan ni Wilter von Phar<table><tr><th>Paglisan I, Pebrero 2017</th><th>Paglisan II, Pebrero 2017</th></tr>
<tr><td><br />
Darating ang araw na iiwanan mo ako<br />
Mawawala ang saysay ko sa buhay mo<br />
Magiging isang inutil na lamang<br />
Walang magawang bagay para sa iyo<br />
Ngunit bago pa dumating ang araw na iyon<br />
Iiwan na kita, mahal ko<br />
<br />
Parang isang ektrang tuluyan nang natapos ang eksena<br />
Lilisanin na ang entablado na kanina lang ay kabilang ako<br />
Ngunit bago pa isara ang telon<br />
Ako'y mawawala, ako'y maglalaho<br />
Dahil sa araw na iyon ako ang mang-iiwan<br />
Sa gayon ako ang may kasalanan sa ating paghihiwalay<br />
<br />
Babawiin ko na ang puso kong inaalay ko sayo<br />
Mawawala na ang halimuyak ng aking katawan sa piling mo<br />
Maglalaho ako ng tuluyan sa buhay mo<br />
Pawang isang aparisyon na biglang dumating at bigla ding nawala<br />
Katulad ng isang alingawngaw na nauubos ang enerhiya<br />
Sunud sunod ang buga ngunit pahina ng pahina<br />
<br />
Sisigaw na muli ang katahimikan sa iyong patay na oras<br />
Magagawa ng muli bumulong ng hangin sa iyong mga tenga<br />
Ikakahon ko ang pagmamahal ko sayo<br />
Itatali ng mahigpit at isasara ng matuwid<br />
Itatago sa kailaliman ng kweba ng aking nagyeyelong puso<br />
Ikukubli muli sa nyebe ang tunay na nararamdaman ko<br />
<br />
Patawarin mo ako dahil hindi ko na magawang lumaban<br />
Masakit para sa akin gawin ito<br />
Aalis ako, hindi dahil hindi kita mahal<br />
Aalis ako, dahil iyon ang makakabuti para sa iyo<br />
Aalis ako, dahil yun ang dapat<br />
Aalis ako, dahil yun ang tama<br />
<br />
Mahal na mahal kita, kaya aalis ako mahal.<br />
Mahal na mahal kita, paalam, mahal ko.</td> <td><br />
Paano nako mahal sa iyong pag-alis?<br />
Hindi kita makakausap<br />
Hindi kita mahahawakan<br />
Hindi kita mayayakap<br />
Hindi ko alam ko paano ko maipaparamdam<br />
kung gaano kita minamahal<br />
<br />
Sagutin mo naman ang tanong ko mahal.<br />
Makakaya ko pa kung ilang kilometro lang ang layo natin<br />
Ngunit dagat ang syang magpapahiwalay sa atin<br />
Hindi kita matutulungan sa oras ng iyong pangangailangan<br />
Hindi kita masasamahan sa oras ng iyong kagipitan<br />
Hindi kita mahahagkan sa oras ng iyong kapaguran<br />
<br />
Paano nako mahal? Sabihin mo!<br />
Maawa ka naman sa akin<br />
Ikaw lang ang tanging nagbibigay sakin ng lakas<br />
Paano nako lalaban kung wala ka sa piling ko?<br />
Unti-unti akong namamatay sa paglapit ng iyong paglisan<br />
Parang isang sintensya sa aking puso habang ako'y buhay<br />
<br />
Hindi na ba talaga kita mapipigilan?<br />
Ayokong maging hadlang sa iyong mga pangarap<br />
Ngunit gusto ko lang malaman kung paano nako<br />
Ano na ba ang gagampanan ko sa buhay mo?<br />
Iiwan mo ako, ano pa bang saysay ko?<br />
Isang hamak na nanlilimos ng oras mo<br />
<br />
Paano mo na ba ako iiwan?<br />
Paulit ulit na naglalaro sa utak ko<br />
Ang sandaling tatalikuran mo na ako<br />
Lalakad palayo at mawawala ng tuluyan<br />
Lilisanin ang pook na iyon<br />
Tangan ang buhay ko</td></tr>
</table><br />
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<br />
There is never a time lately that I don't think about him. It's as if I reverted back to my old self. The self-conscious, self-tormenting self. <br />
<br />
I feel anxious whenever he doesn't reply. I am always on the edge that maybe, I am once again just the <i>flavor of the month</I>. That what we had was simply him on a whim. And one day, he will just leave as sudden as he came knocking on my door.<br />
<br />
I am still trying to figure out my feelings for him. It may be that I am just seeing <i>bunso</i> in him. And all the longing and the love that I have for <i>bunso</I> seems just so right for him. It's just unfair for him if that is the case.<br />
<br />
I'm really torn with my feelings. I want to be closer to him but I don't want to do anything that will compromise our relationship. I'm just too comfortable with him around that the thought that he will eventually leave me is driving me mad. But I know I have no right to make him stay. Hell, I don't even have the right to demand his time. I'm simply a prisoner to the minuscule moment that he is giving me.<br />
<br />
Do I love him? I think I do. But to what extent? That's what I'm still trying to figure out. <br />
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<center><a href="https://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/?action=view¤t=ender.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="https://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/ender.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a></center><iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=https://wilberchiesworldinbetween.blogspot.com/2016/11/uncertain-feelings.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe>Wilberchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344223223913835930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728659870336425035.post-71584717614662646332016-10-22T19:04:00.003+08:002016-10-23T14:58:56.241+08:00In the passenger seat by Wilter von Phar<br />
I was prepping to go back to Manila when I heard a knock on the door. I was dumbfounded for a second because I was not expecting anyone. <br />
<br />
"Sino naman kaya to? Gabi na ah." <br />
<br />
It was after office hours and I just went to my unit to get my things. As I approaced the door, another set of knocks reverberated.<br />
<br />
I turned the knob to open the door and was surprised to find a grinning face. <br />
<br />
"Anung meron? Bakit ka nandito?" I asked the smiling man outside my door. <br />
<br />
"Uhm, tatanungin sana kita kung gusto mong sumabay saken pauwi?", still smiling.<br />
<br />
"Huh?" I silently exclaimed.<br />
<br />
"...di ba medyo short ka na sa budget?" He continued. "Sabay ka na saken para makatipid ka."<br />
<br />
I raised an eyebrow and was a bit annoyed. But I kept it with my self and politely declined his invitation.<br />
<br />
"Sana tinext mo nalang muna ako para di ka na naabala pa. Nagdetour ka pa dito." My innocent but icy remark.<br />
<br />
"Nagtext naman ako sayo kanina eh. Di ka naman nagreply. Mukhang busy ka sa trabaho eh." Wow, he seems geniunely concerned. Actually I read that text earlier, I just chose not to reply.<br />
<br />
"Ah eh di nako nagreply kasi late ko na sya nabasa nung uwian. I figured, umalis ka na agad nung tapos na office hours." Uhuh, me trying to be slick eh? "Tsaka ayoko namang maabala ka pa. Kaya sige na mauna ka na."<br />
<br />
"Tutal nandito naman na ako intayin na kita. Andito lang ako sa labas, sa loob ng kotse. Get your things tapos sabay ka na saken, ha?" Still with his stupid smile. Why is he being stubborn? Can't he take a hint that I don't want to come with him?<br />
<br />
"Jusko, bat ba ang kulit mo? Ayoko ngang sumabay. Tsaka baka matraffic ka kung di ka pa umalis." A little bit of bitchiness slipped but I regained it with my faux concern for his time.<br />
<br />
It seems he understood what my small nasty slip-up meant. His smile disappeared and got all serious.<br />
<br />
"Please." Woah there, serious guy.<br />
<br />
"Please sumabay ka na." Yikes. "Please..." Now with puppy eyes. I don't know if he is consciously doing that but it will not work mister.<br />
<br />
"...I need you..."<br />
<br />
Shit. <br />
<br />
He said it.<br />
<br />
He said the magic words. <br />
<br />
I swore that I will never abandon anyone who mutters those words.<br />
<br />
Shit... <br />
<br />
"Sige na nga. Sige dun ka na muna sa kotse, mukhang uulan na oh. Ayusin ko lang gamit ko." I finally surrendered to his pleas. Ugh. Why did he say those words? I bit my lower lip.<br />
<br />
He walked backed to his car while I fixed my things. I already got everything packed so it didn't take a while. I locked up my unit and went straight to his car. I sat down in the passenger seat and threw my things in the backseat. I strapped myself down and was ready to be the shotgun of this ride to Manila. It was then that the rain start to go down. <br />
<br />
"Ready ka na?" He asked sheepishly.<br />
<br />
I nodded without looking at him. The engine was already on when i got in so we drove off instantly.<br />
<br />
Familiar roads and surroundings was enveloped in wetness. His wiper noisily but effectively doing it's job as we go along the highway. I was quiet for the most part. I have no intention to start a conversation with him. I was not there on my own. I was just compelled because he said he needed me. Whether that's true or not, well... he's the one who can answer that.<br />
<br />
"Galit ka ba saken?" He broke the ice cold silence.<br />
<br />
"Huh? Baket naman ako magagalet?" External words. "Maang maangan at it's finest!" My internal thoughts. I was prepared for this question!<br />
<br />
"Lately kasi parang iniiwasan mo ko. Di mo sinasagot ung mga tawag ko, kahit sa office phone. Di ka din nagrereply sa text, kahit sa messages ko sa Viber..." <br />
<br />
Wow! So he noticed that. I'm surprised. <br />
<br />
"Tapos ang sungit sungit mo pa saken. Ramdam na ramdam ko din na ang cold cold mo saken. Wala na ung sweet and light presence mo..." Woah. Sweet and light? What am I a dessert?<br />
<br />
"May problema ba?" A very curious question was thrown at me.<br />
<br />
I was not sure if i should answer that question. Maybe I was not prepared for the emotional distress that I know will follow once I answered it. So instead of answering, I just turned on his radio. Being the shotgun and all, it requires my mad dj skills. <br />
<br />
But to my dismay he quickly turned it off and quiffed: "Sagutin mo naman ung tanong ko please. Importante saken to." As we continue to drive in less than optimal visibility.<br />
<br />
Wow! Big words! <br />
<br />
"Dahil ba saken kaya ka nagkakaganyan?"<br />
<br />
It seems I can no longer evade his question. For the first time in that ride home, I looked at his face. His face is serious and he seems a bit distraught.<br />
<br />
Sighing. I softly remarked, "Pabayaan mo nalang ako. Ganito ung way ko para i-let go ka..."<br />
<br />
Saying that out loud felt like something got stuck in my throat. I don't like this kind of drama. To be more accurate, I'm fed up with this kind of drama.<br />
<br />
"Ayoko naman na palakihin pa ung issue kasi ang gusto ko nalang mawala nalang ung attachment ko sayo."<br />
<br />
We were still in the highway. We still have a long way to go and probably, lots to talk about. I knew I opened a big can of worms with what I said. But here's a chance to finally tell him why this is happening.<br />
<br />
"i-let go ako? Baket?" <br />
<br />
"Sa tingin mo baket?" Ha! Nice counter!<br />
<br />
He got quiet for a while then remarked: "Dahil ba to sa girlfriend ko?"<br />
<br />
Wow! He's surprisingly very receptive ah! For a straight guy! I'm impressed!<br />
<br />
"Eh sabihan ba naman ako na mangaagaw ng boyfriend sino bang matutuwa?" Baring my fangs and claws. "Wala akong ginagawang masama. Walang namamagitan saten. Magkaibigan lang tayo. Tapos sasabihan ako ng ganon? Fuck diba?!"<br />
<br />
I exploded. I was so damn furious because I am being accused of doing something I did not. I'm simply a friend. His friend.<br />
<br />
He didn't say a word. He's probably trying to check my temper. I don't really lash out like this so he's new to this.<br />
<br />
"I'm sorry pero I'm never going to be used to this drama. This is not the first time that this has happened. Dati sinabihan ako na naiilang daw sya sken! Fuck! Mukha ba akong nang-aakit? Mabait ako kasi kaibigan nyo ako! Pero binibigyan ng kulay ng ibang tao ung kabaitan ko!", My mouth slew words in rapid succession. "...Kaya ako nalang maadjust. Ayoko na ung drama! Nakakasawa na eh!" I added, my body trembling with anger.<br />
<br />
"So ang solusyon mo eh i-let go ako?"<br />
<br />
"Oo! Pag nawala ang attachment ko sayo, hindi na kelangan isipin pa. I'm sorry pero friendship with me comes with this attachment and special services. I'm just trying to still be your friend and give you the services kahit hindi nako attached sayo. Ang labo lang kasi na mawawalan ka ng kaibigan over something this trivial." I was fighting back the tears amidst my loud voice.<br />
<br />
"Sorry ganyan na pala nararamdaman mo. Sorry talaga. Pabayaan mo kakausapin ko girlfriend ko."<br />
<br />
"Alam mo wag na. Mag aaway lang kayo. Alam ko na yun kasunod nyan kasi nga sabi ko sayo hindi to first time na mangyari saken. Kaya ako nalang magaadjust. I just dont want the drama. Mukha namang mahal na mahal mo ung girlfriend mo, tsaka i want you two to be together."<br />
<br />
"Pero unfair naman sayo na ganun iniisip nya sayo. Wala ka namang ginagawang masama."<br />
<br />
"Exactly. Wala akong ginagawang masama. Kaya nga ang sama sama ng loob ko. Para akong sinampal kahit na wala naman akong kasalanan. Pero wag na, kasi nga mag aaway lang kayo. And I am not worth it."<br />
<br />
"Pero... what if ikaw ang kumausap sa kanya?"<br />
<br />
"Makinig ka. Kung mapapaliwanagan ang girlfriend mo, hindi issue sa kanya ang presence ko sa tabi mo. Hindi mo nga nadefend sa kaya na wala akong gusto sayo eh, what makes you think na makikinig sya saken?"<br />
<br />
He suddenly became silent. I don't know, maybe he was thinking about what I said? Uncomfortable silence filled his car. Even with ambient rain drops as background noise, i couldn't bear the silence that we have in that car.<br />
<br />
I turned the radio on again, hopefully to break some ice. And Adam Levine's voice echoed as he belts out the song, She will be loved.<br />
<br />
Song faded and Stay by Carol Banawa played its intro.<br />
<br />
"Punyeta. Nananadya ba tong radyo?" I thought.<br />
<br />
🎵 i want you stay 🎵<br />
🎵 Never go away from me 🎵<br />
🎵 Stay forever🎵<br />
<br />
He lowered the volume of the radio then said, "Hindi ko na ba mababago ung isip mo? Ano na lang magiging set up natin?"<br />
<br />
He seems to be really concerned about this. I can discern his melancholy just with the way he asked his questions.<br />
<br />
"Wag ka na malungkot. Kaibigan mo pa rin naman ako. Iiwasan ko lang na magselos ung girlfriend mo. Ako na mismo ung pipigil sa sarili ko na maging malapit tayo. Basta kung kelangan mo ako tutulungan kita. Pero hindi na katulad dati na kahit di mo ako kelangan nandyan ako."<br />
<br />
"Bakit mo pa kasi kelangan gawin yan? Kakausapin ko na lang girlfriend ko para matapos na to!" He's getting a bit agitated. <br />
<br />
We just entered the expressway. No traffic despite the heavy rain throughout our journey. I kept quiet after he raised his voice.<br />
<br />
"Sorry." I mumbled.<br />
<br />
"Ha?" <br />
<br />
"Sabi ko sorry." With confidence.<br />
<br />
"Bakit ka naman nagsosorry? Ako nga may atraso sayo."<br />
<br />
"Di mo naman kasalanan yun. Di naman kita sinisisi dun. Nagsosorry ako kasi, selfish decision ko to."<br />
<br />
"Panong selfish decision?"<br />
<br />
I gave a very deep sigh and proceeded to tell my true reasons.<br />
<br />
"This is the only way for me to save myself from the pain. Nasasaktan ako. Masakit para saken gawin to." I am desperately trying to fight back my tears. "Pero ayoko naman mawala ka completely sa buhay ko. Ayoko na mawalan ng kaibigan dahil lang sa ganito."<br />
<br />
Silence again. Ice cold silence.<br />
<br />
We continued our journey in the express way in that quiet moment. Neither of us said a word. He continued to drive while I looked at the window pane on my right. We passed by fields and buildings. Familiar sceneries from my weekly travel back and forth from our plant and home.<br />
<br />
After a while, we stopped by the toll plaza. While waiting our turn, I looked at him. Surprisingly, he looked into my direction as well. His eyes were filled with sorrow. It pains me to see him like this. I bit my lip again then looked away.<br />
<br />
When it was our turn, I gave him the exact amount for our toll. <br />
<br />
"Wag na. Ako na." He said. While trying to sweep my hand away.<br />
<br />
"Sige na. Eto na oh sakto na oh." I knew the exact amount because my job requires me to go to Manila once in a while aboard our service.<br />
<br />
"Kaya ka nga sumabay saken para makatipid ka diba?"<br />
<br />
"Sige na. Baka eto na ang last na maisakay mo ko dito." Yes. It will be.<br />
<br />
With that quip, he froze for a good few seconds then took the money and payed the toll lady. He was silent while the lady processed our transaction. As soon as the bar went up, we went our way again towards Manila.<br />
<br />
"Huli na ba talaga?", he asked while not looking at me. His eyes still on the road.<br />
<br />
We both exasperated deep sighs. I looked at him and continued my litany.<br />
<br />
"Alam mo, kung ako lang, ayoko naman sanang may magbago saten. Pero acknowledge naman natin ung mga nangyayari ngayon. Iba dati na tayo tayo lang ang iniisip natin. Ngayon may iba na... May girlfriend ka na." My voice softens as I say those words.<br />
<br />
"Hindi mo naman kelangan pumili.", I continued. "Kaya ko nga ginagawa to para hindi mo na kakailanganing pumili..."<br />
<br />
"Damn!", he exclaimed while hitting the steering wheel. He then became silent. You can read what he is feeling from his face. <br />
<br />
I let him be and i just sat there silently. Quite frankly, I'm trying to fight of my tears. My heart has been aching since the moment I saw him distraught. Yet, I can't do anything to help him.<br />
<br />
We just stopped talking in the remainder of the ride. I turned up the volume of the radio just to mask the obvious tension between us.<br />
<br />
Soon after, his cellphone rang. His girlfriend was calling. I knew it was her. I was the one who told him to assign a specific ringtone for his girlfriend so he knows if she's calling immediately. I turned down the volume so he can talk to her. When he answered the call, I busied myself with the other cars on the expressway. Pardon that I cannot describe them in detail as I am completely clueless in car models. The best I can describe them is by color or size.<br />
<br />
"Tinatanong lang nya kung nasan ako." He broke the silence, "nagpapasundo sya sa isang mall." <br />
<br />
"Ah ganun ba... sige, ibaba mo nalang ako sa may overpass pag nakalabas na tayo ng NLEX para makadirecho ka na sa pagsundo sa kanya." I replied, mellowing out. <br />
<br />
"Okay lang, ihahatid kita sa inyo.", he replied.<br />
<br />
"Wag na, masyado nang out of way. Malelate ka pang sunduin ung girlfriend mo. Remember Friday ngayon. Kaya naman siguro yun nagpapasundo kasi ayaw na nya magcommute.", reasoning with him.<br />
<br />
"Okay lang yun. Inaya kitang sumabay, marapat lang na tuparin ko ung end of the bargain." At this point, I'm starting to get pissed. <br />
<br />
"Kaya magseselos ang girlfriend mo eh! Don't add fuel to fire!", my icy remark. Well it's true!<br />
<br />
"Anung fuel to fire ang pinagsasabi mo dyan?! Wala akong ginagawang masama! Ikaw na nagsabi kanina magkaibigan lang tayo! Ginagawa ko to bilang kaibigan mo!"<br />
<br />
"Alam ko naman yan! Pinagseselosan ako ng girlfriend mo! Alam kong alam mo yan! Kaya nga hindi mo sinabing kasama mo ako ngayon diba? Kaya nga simula ng malaman mo na pinagseselosan nya ako, kinailangan ko nang maging hangin pag kasama ka!" I blurted out in a fit of anger. It's true! He hides the fact that I'm with him everytime his girlfriend calls!<br />
<br />
"Akala mo ba di ko napapansin?!", I continued ranting, "... Di ako nagsasalita kasi yun ang mas makakabuti! Dahil ayoko na nga ng drama! Bakit akala mo wala lang saken un? Ha?! Nung araw na unang ginawa mo saken yan, umiiyak ako sa likod ng kotse mo! Hindi ako humihikbi pero ung puso ko durog na durog! Ikinahiya mo ko! Dineny mo ung pagkatao ko!" <br />
<br />
I wiped away my tears as a blurted out those words. All the pain in my heart just urged me to say everything. I may have planned not to leave him but it seems it's inevitable. <br />
<br />
He continued to drive silently. As if he did not hear me. Not that it matter. <br />
<br />
Finally, we exited the expressway. We were silent all the way out of it. I shouted at him 3 times that day. The first 3 and last 3 times i raised my voice in front of him.<br />
<br />
"Itabi mo na lang dyan sa may overpass." I calmly declared.<br />
<br />
He turned to the side shoulder and stopped the car. I looked at him as he stares back at me. His eyes, I can read it in his eyes. He's telling me to stay. But I made up my mind. I will not trouble him anymore in having to him choose between me and his girlfriend. It's just not fair for him.<br />
<br />
I placed my left hand on his right shoulder. "Take care of yourself okay?" I said and gave a shy smile. A smile so fake it's made in China. He nodded but I can still see sadness in his eyes.<br />
<br />
I took of my seatbelt, gathered my things, and stepped out of the car. I went straight to the overpass. As soon as I began ascending the stairs, his car passed where I stood. It was a slow mo moment. I was able to catch a glimpse of his face as his car whizz by.<br />
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At the top platform, I was not able to contain my emotions anymore. I broke down while I watch his car disappear in the metro. That must have been a goodbye. <br />
<br />
I continued on walking in the platform while crying. Good thing no one was around to see that I was in tears. I gave a deep sigh and went down the stairs. <br />
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On the ground, I was 'normal' again. As if my breakdown never happened. My mask is now on again. Defenses up! I hailed a jeep, rode the vehicle, and it drove away.<br />
<br />
"Ma, bayad po!", smiling but silently in tears in the passenger seat.<br />
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<center><a href="https://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/?action=view&current=ender.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="https://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/ender.jpg" /></a></center><iframe frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="https://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=link_here" style="border: none; height: 80px; width: 450px;"></iframe>Wilberchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344223223913835930noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728659870336425035.post-78519645650800615542016-08-28T17:51:00.000+08:002016-08-28T18:04:00.353+08:00Last night ni Wilter von PharEtong tulang ito ay based sa kanta ni Toey Sittiwat na pinamagatang "I cant hug you" na syang isang OST ng Make It Right The Series, na kinababaliwan kong Thais Series mapasahanggang ngayon. Super nakarelate ako sa emosyon ng kanta. Kaya alay ko sayo to Book, ung character ni Toey.<br />
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About the title, ginawa ko syang english dahil gusto ko ung duality ng interpretation ng "Last Night", pwede syang 'Kagabi' or 'Huling gabi'. Sa bandang dulo, bahala na si reader kung iinterpret nyang kung ang pinatay ba nung narrator eh ung sarili nya (suicide) or ung damdamin nya (nagmove on).<br />
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Last Night ni Wilter Von Phar<br />
<br />
Nakatingin lang ako sa langit<br />
Minamasdan ang mga bituin<br />
Gumugulong ulap sa ihip ng hangin.<br />
Malamig. Pero di naman ako nanginginig.<br />
Malamig, un ang nararamdaman ko.<br />
Malamig. Dahil sa gabing ito. <br />
Lilisan ka na katulad ng mga ulap<br />
Na kanina'y sa buwan nakatakip.<br />
<br />
Nasa tuktok tayo ng gusali<br />
Di ko na maalala kung san yon<br />
Basta andun tayo. Nakatayo.<br />
Sa ilalim ng liwanag ng buwan. <br />
<br />
Lumingon ako sayo.<br />
Nakatayo ka lang doon.<br />
Nakatingin. Seryoso.<br />
Hindi ko naman masabing galit<br />
Pero hindi ka kasi nakangiti.<br />
Lumapit ako at tumayo sa harap mo.<br />
Ngayon magkatingin na tayo.<br />
Habang bumabagsak ang liwanag ng ilaw ng buwan sa ating mga mukha<br />
<br />
Gusto kong tumigil ang oras<br />
Yun bang wag na matapos ung ating tagpo<br />
Alam ko kasing un na ang huling beses na magkakaharap tayo ng ganun<br />
Tinititigan kita na para bang kinakabisado ko ang bulto mo<br />
Magkatingin pa rin tayo <br />
Akala mo nag uusap gamit ang paningin<br />
Pero wala akong maintindihan sa gusto mong sabihin o ipahiwatig<br />
Sapagkat hirap na akong pigilin ang mga luha kong pumatak<br />
<br />
Hindi na ako nakatiis. <br />
Lumapit ako para yakapin ka.<br />
Sinubsob ko ang mukha ko sa kaliwang balikat mo<br />
Sabay ng pagpulupot ng mga braso ko sa iyong balikat at leeg <br />
Niyapos mo na din ako sa tagpong yon<br />
Huminga ako ng malalim <br />
Inalala ko ang dahilan kung paano tayo umabot sa ganito<br />
<br />
Hinigpitan ko pa yapos ko sayo<br />
Sa pagalala ko sa lahat ng mga tagpo natin<br />
Ung mga ngiti mo<br />
Ung mga tawa mo<br />
Ung mga titig mo <br />
Lahat ng yon bumalik sa aking tanaw<br />
Habang ang ulo mo'y nakabagsak din sa balikat ko<br />
<br />
Sa bandang huli, unti unti akong bumitaw sayo<br />
Unti unti nagkalayo ang mga katawan natin<br />
At muling bumalik ang ginaw ng paligid<br />
Magkaharap tayong muli<br />
Nagkakatitigan nanaman ulit.<br />
At katulad ng pagbitaw ko sa iyong mga bisig<br />
Ikaw na ang bumitaw sa ating pagkatitig<br />
Dahan dahan ka nang naglakad pabalik<br />
Tumalikod, at tinungo ang daan paalis<br />
<br />
Naiwan ako sa lamig at luwag ng bubong<br />
Habang pinapanood kang unti unting mawala.<br />
Nais kong sumigaw <br />
Nais kong humiyaw<br />
Nais kong umayaw sa eksenang naganap<br />
Ngunit sa pag alis mo at hindi mo paglingon<br />
Wala na akong nagawa, dahil alam kong kagustuhan mo yon<br />
<br />
Ngayon nakatingin nanaman ako sa langit<br />
Hawak hawak ang balikat kung saan ang ulo mo'y huling dumantay<br />
Sinusulyapan ko yon, inaalala<br />
ang hugis<br />
ang bigat<br />
ang emosyon ng taong huling pumatong roon.<br />
Isang malalim na hininga ang pinakawalan ko<br />
<br />
Yon ang ating huling gabi...<br />
<br />
Ang aking huling gabi...<br />
<br />
Ang huling pagtibok ng puso ko...<br />
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That evening, I was in blogathon mode. It was then that I realized that maybe the reason why I decided not to meet with you is that I am not in love with you anymore... Maybe the person that I'm really in-loved with is my memory of you and not the person you are right now. <br />
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That's only the logical explanation why I don't feel anything about what happened. I'm missing my memory of you that's why I'm eager to reply to your messages. But that is it. I'm in love with the ghost that was you.<br />
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<center><a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/?action=view¤t=ender.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/ender.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a></center><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://wilberchiesworldinbetween.blogspot.com/2015/09/im-in-love-with-you-no-more.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe>Wilberchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344223223913835930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728659870336425035.post-670011493970002552015-08-29T19:03:00.002+08:002015-08-29T19:04:00.700+08:00Break my Heart Some MoreIt was my turn in the cashier line when I suddenly froze when I saw him.<br />
<br />
I know he isn't who I think he is. Though he has the same slim build, he is taller. But I cannot deny that his eyes, shape of his face, his mannerism in speaking, and his smile all resemble...<br />
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<i>"him"</I>...<br />
<br />
It was at this point that Jason Dy's Break My Heart (Some More) played instinctively in my mind. I was looping it in Spotify earlier during my travel from San Fernando to Manila. Emotions associated with certain memories began to fill my heart. My heart grew heavy while I was waiting for my groceries to be scanned. Though my watery gates from my eyes have long been dried, those feelings of longing and deep passion are still as pure as the day I locked them inside of me. <br />
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I was waiting longer in line because the mustard jar that I bought was not yet included in the scanned items list. This gave me a chance to silently observe the person who reminded me of my forlorn past.<br />
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When I saw his name from his exposed ID, I grew even more tense. His name is [*insert initials here*] S. Bautista. Same Middle Initial, Same Surname. Just to check is they are really related, I checked the bagger boy's facebook profile. It was really not hard to find since he uses his real name. I was at first dumbstruck when I saw that he lives in Navotas. But it seems they are not Facebook friends.<br />
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I began to be haunted by the ghost of unanswered questions of my previous make-believe relationship.<br />
<br />
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?<br />
<br />
I snapped out of my ghastly disilluions when finally the last product was finally scanned and paid for. He handed me my pack of groceries. I said thank you nonchalantly and walked away.<br />
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On my ride home, I realized that you don't really move on from this kind of separation. We didn't have proper closure . I cannot say that we broke up since we didn't really prosper into the relationship. Needless to say, he threw me away when I wasn't needed anymore. Without warning. Without any signs. He just left me...<br />
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I was trying to build a dream with him. It was a dream that we both share that's why I was excited. Or should I say, I was the more excited one. But in the end, he shattered it without even looking back at me.<br />
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Like I said, you don't really move on unless you have closure. You simply just get used to the pain and then try to stand up on your own while picking up the pieces of your heart. I came to the conclusion that his world is moving normally, why should mine stop? I stood up and here I am.<br />
<br />
But now that these deeply buried emotions are out once more, let me just say that I still await for closure. If needed be, take a cue from Jason Dy...<br />
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<i><font color="white">"...break my heart some more so I can finally say goodbye..."</I></font><br />
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Break my heart with the truth and I will finally say goodbye...<br />
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<center><a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/?action=view¤t=ender.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i114/achienialberchie/ender.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a></center><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://wilberchiesworldinbetween.blogspot.com/2015/08/break-my-heart-some-more.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe>Wilberchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344223223913835930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728659870336425035.post-87596439788415017712015-08-26T11:34:00.000+08:002015-08-26T11:34:01.785+08:00Ghost in my heartNapanaginipan na naman kita...<br />
<br />
Nakatingin ka sakin. Nakangiti. Ang mukha mong mala-anghel ay may tuumutubo nang balbas. Infairness, bagay!<br />
<br />
Nakasuot ka ng puti. Bagay na bagay sa kutis mong maputi rin.<br />
<br />
Gwapo ka pa rin. Inaamin ko naman na yang mukhang yan ang unang bumihag saken. Yung mukhang inosente. Yung mukhang anghel. Yung mukhang nagpapatalon sa puso ko...<br />
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...noon<br />
<br />
Nagising ako sa tunog ng alarm. Dumilat na ako pero nanatili pa ding nakahiga. Iniisip ko kung bakit ikaw yung napaginipan ko. Hindi naman kita iniisip. Marami akong trabaho at binabasa. Walang panahon para isipin kita.<br />
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Mahal pa ba kita? Yun nalang ang naiisip kong dahilan. Para saken imposible yun. Kasi nung nagdesisyon akong kalimutan na ang pagmamahal ko sayo, binigay ko na ito sa iba...<br />
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Naalala ko pa nung umiiyak ako sa taas ng burol habang umuuulan. Damang dama ko ang lamig habang umiiyak ako. Pero yun lang ang naisip kong paraan para hindi na masaktan at hindi na din ako makagulo sayo. Win-win diba?<br />
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Binigay ko na sa iba ang pagmamahal na dapat para sayo. Binigay ko lahat. Kaya sigurado ako, hindi kita mahal katulad ng pagmamahal ko sayo dati.<br />
<br />
Pero hindi pa rin nasasagot ang tanong ko... Bakit ba kita napanaginipan?<br />
<br />
Nakikita ko naman yung picture mo minsan, pero wala na ung lundag ng puso na nararamdaman ko dati. Wala yung pagnanais na makita ka talaga at makasama araw araw. Kaya ang laking misteryo kung bakit kita napanaginipan. Dahil wala naman akong nararamdaman sa twing nahahagip ng mga mata ko ang larawan mo.<br />
<br />
Hindi na kita mahal. Pero bakit napanaginipan pa rin kita?<br />
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Wilberchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344223223913835930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728659870336425035.post-2734470041071739442015-06-28T03:55:00.001+08:002015-06-28T20:53:47.657+08:00The Notebook, a BnBp inspired life storyIt was a pretty normal school weekday for Steward. He arrived on time for the flag ceremony and placed his bag in line with those of his classmates. The usual flag raising scenario everyday for the past year or so since he transferred to that school. Nothing new really… Except for that new song that they are forced to perform the action while singing. Urgh. But other than that, it was just a typical day in the life of a male high school student.<br />
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After a few announcements, classes were allowed to proceed in their respective rooms. Steward’s class occupies the room beside the girl’s comfort room on the second floor of the building nearest the second gate. Hence, they usually the first class to arrive to their classroom. <br />
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He sat down on his new seat nonchalantly. Their class had their seats rearranged. He was now seated on the 4th row 2nd seat from the back left of the pair of chairs. Not that it mattered to him. It was just simply a change in scenery from a big white wall to a row of windows. Even his new seatmate is not an issue. A new victim of his jokes and antics. Typical day for Steward indeed.<br />
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Or so he thought…<br />
<br />
That very typical morning after their Biology class, he noticed his classmates Rene and Edwin were trading notebooks. At that time, he really didn’t give it any second thought. After all, it is normal for classmates to exchange notes. But on that typical day, some unknown power triggered the event that will change Steward’s life forever. This mysterious force caused one of the notebooks being traded to fall to the floor. Its hidden treasure burst from its confinement and rolled near Steward’s seat. <br />
<br />
“Ano yan?” he asked curiously.<br />
<br />
A long silence followed that inquiry. No words were uttered to answer his question. Just solemn muteness that lasted for about 10 seconds. <br />
<br />
After a decade of quiet seconds to temper the waters, one of the boys grabbed the fallen notebook and retrieved the sacred treasure back to its chest. He handed the “treasure chest” to Steward who accepted it. Confused, Steward slowly opened the “chest” to reveal its “treasure”.<br />
<br />
A blinding light burst from the opened notebook. Angelic harmony echoing simultaneously with the intense luminosity. There, glowing clamped between the pages of the notebook, is the sacred trade of pubescent males in that high school. <br />
<br />
It was a CD. A video CD to be exact. This particular video CD is designed with women looking anguished, their busty bodies noticeably tense. In the middle, a shadowy figure of a laughing man clasping a distraught maven into his monstrous hands. Above these images, a huge caption reads: <b>PROFESSOR PAIN XXX</B>.<br />
<br />
It was definitely one eureka moment for Steward. It was a don’t ask, don’t tell kind of thing. A malicious grin appeared on his face. A grin he shared with his classmates Rene and Edwin. [: D]<br />
<br />
That typical day in a life of a male high school student was the day that Steward was blessed by the sacred light of the Notebook’s treasure. It was the day that he took the Notebook’s content, accepted it, and molded by it. Needless to say, Professor Pain introduced him to the light of this underground world of pubescent males. <br />
<br />
From that moment on, exchanging notebooks was never again the same in the eyes of Steward. Especially, trading notebooks with malicious grins by pubescent males in his high school. Notebooks packed with different treasures for their mutual enjoyment. <br />
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<i>Henrietta</I></center><br />
I value intelligence over brute force. Shiroe-sama is the embodiment of intelligence in the series. Even the charismatic leader of DDD, Crusty, acknowledges this. The legendary strategist and mana controller of the Debauchery Tea Party. I cannot shake off his charm on me. When he hatches his <i>evil</I> plans, oohh!!! It makes me shiver! When his fingers push his glasses inward, I know he has a plan. And i am very much willing to oblige. <br />
<br />
His plans are flawless. His command is absolute. Shiroe-sama is my God.<br />
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But yet, I cannot act on those feelings. His complete trust in my abilities is something that is really important to me. More then my feelings, this trust is much much special for me. <br />
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On my end, I have given up on my futile attempts to get into a relationship. What's the point of getting into a relationship that you know from the start is doomed to just end? I'm not being a pessimist. I'm just being real. Reality bit me... Not just once... Not just twice... Not even just thrice... I have learned my lesson. And it has become who I am.<br />
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I am what you call an <I>Old School Dyosa</I> which can be described by one characteristic: I have a heart of a girl. I favor being treated like a lady. I like to be fetched. I like to be held by the hand when going down. I like to rest my head on a nice man's shoulder. I like to be given things that I did not ask for. I like to be walked home. I like to be pleased by the boy I like. Sounds like a princess huh?<br />
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But like I said, reality bit then chew me to smultch. I never experienced them <I>with the men that are important to me</i>. And these men mean a lot to me, I give them every resources that I can give. Time. Money. Effort. Everything. I try to savor my time with them because honestly, that's the only thing that I get from them. But after that, I really get this hollow feeling inside me that I will never get to fill.<br />
<br />
Hence, my Queen persona. A Queen that created a castle wall from her fragile Princess heart. A Queen has her duties. A Queen has subjects to rule. The only mantra that would make sense for me to go on with this unfair world that I live in. <br />
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Love? Haha! Love?! No one can give me that! Can he break these walls that I made to survive? Can he treat me like a princess that I am? Can he still be my prince even if we're out in public? <br />
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No use in waiting. As Elsa once said, <I>The cold never bothered me anyway...</I><br />
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Just a few weeks ago, I severed ties with a close friend. The reason behind doing so is deeply rooted to this Bridge of Fantasy. I understand that he is a late bloomer for this kind of thing. But I just don't get it why he has not learn anything from his very own experiences. I believe that this sort of thing is essential for every gay man to learn by himself because it will provide you with enough pain to be stronger. But I simply become an absorber of his negativity and angst that stems from his immaturity. <br />
<br />
I had enough. <br />
<br />
Well, he was the first to snap when I blatantly told him the realities of his present predicament. <i>What kind of brothers have sex with each other?"</I> He fired back with a tirade of sentiments all saying the same thing: he thought I would listen. I <b>was</B> listening. I was listening to every cup of angst, every bottle of jealousy, and every slice hatred for every person going in between every <font color=yellow size=6><b>MEN</B></font> in his life. And I am highlighting this. HIS PROBLEM IS JUST THE SAME SCENARIO WITH DIFFERENT MEN!!!<br />
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<b>Hatred Cycle</B><br />
1. There is a new guy.<br />
2. They will communicate regularly through text. <i><font color=>Text when he wakes up, Text when he is going somewhwere, Text when he is breathing in and out, Text when he is closing his eyes to sleep.</font></i><br />
3. They will develop a special bond.<br />
4. They will have attachment in differing levels.<i> <font color=white> He will emotionally invest more evident when he is doing special services to the guy.</i></font><br />
5. They will have endearment. <font color=white><i>The special name calling phase (Kuya, Bestfriend,Boyfriend, etc)</i></font><br />
6. There will be an issue. <i><font color=white>Guy will suddenly have a change of heart due to multitude of reasons / He will have cold feet about the relationship because he considers homosexual relationships as a sin / He will create his own issue because he acts like a jealous obsessed girlfriend. </i></font><br />
7. He will leave the guy because he wants to be alone for a while. <i><font color=white>He will enter what we call his Ermitanyo mode wherein he cannot be found anywhere as if he retreated to some oddly world dimension.</i></font><br />
8. He will come out of hiding and tries to fix things with the guy.<br />
9. His effort will be in vain because the endearment is gone. <i><font color=white>He starts to curse the world for going against his relationship with the guy. Though he stills deny any feelings for the guy only shadowing it with the term, bestfriend, kuya, etc.</i></font><br />
10. His heart will break and will cry.<br />
11. As his heart recuperates, he meets a new guy.<br />
12. Rinse and Repeat.<br />
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What I am frustrated the most is that in every complete cycle he just laments that it was his fault. It <i>is</i> always his fault anyway. He acts like an overly jealous and obsessed girlfriend. From what I read in Cosmo's top ten list of signs of being an obsessed girlfriend, he's a 10/10. What's more, <b>HE IS NOT EVEN THE GUY'S GIRLFRIEND!!! HE ACTS LIKE IT BUT DENIES HAVING FEELINGS FOR THE GUY!</B> Clearly, there is really a fine line between caring for a person and obsession. <br />
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But here's a shocker, <i>"Ganun naman kasi talaga ako..."</I> That's his defense for being that way. And he wouldn't change anything because that's the way he is he says. Yet, he always questions why everyone is leaving him. <i>"Ganyan ka kasi..."</I>, is my short answer to that.<br />
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I do admit that I'm really hard on him. Perhaps because I went through the same thing. Same heartache. Same self-loathing. But those experiences changed me. Because I learned a lot from them. And those things made me who I am now. And I can say they changed me for the better. Which I think he still fighting to do. If only he will understand that he needs to make some changes regarding his attitude and way of life, he will be enlightened. <br />
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For a long time, I denied I have feelings for Albert when we were in college. I did. Not because I was scared he would reject me, but because I was just happy just being with him. That's why I acted like a girlfriend without saying anything, without expressing i wanted anything. Because I knew what my part was, I was his bestfriend and I was not his girlfriend. I never demanded that he fetch me, take me home, get me something on my birthday or text me everyday. I enjoy being beside him. Though that wasn't enough for me emotionally, but I knew that is the only scenario that I can settle in.<br />
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<i>Naiilang ako...</i><br />
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When I first heard Albert say that and it was referenced to me, my world shattered. It hurt me more because I was really doing my best to just settle to just being beside him. And this is me not acting overly jealous and obsessed. What more for this friend of mind who acts like such.<br />
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<i>Kung gusto mo kasing ikaw lang, jowain mo na.</I><br />
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That's the best advice that I gave him, but he retaliated with I'm not into him, I just don't look at him that way. Yeah right, then you have sex or you exchange kinky text message/pictures? Oh yeah. Tooooootally bestfriend-y/brotherly stuff. <br />
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If you call him Kuya, act like a little brother. If you call him your bestfriend, act like your his bestfriend. Don't mistake his endearment of friendship or special relationship like that of passionate love. Just because you are giving him attention, doesn't mean he is compelled to do the same to you. It's a free world. You just need to understand the fact that your into him and his not into you. You deny and deny, but that's the truth. Obsession is a negative form of love. It destroys relationships not bridge them. If you continue with this obsessive form of love, you just going through the cycle all over again.<br />
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Just like you, I have important men in my life. I have special names that I call them as they have with me. But i love them selflessly, without asking anything in return. Though sometimes I do have dirty thoughts of them with me, but I am bounded to the principle that I made for myself. That I will never have sex with any of them and I will never ask for anything in return. I do it because it makes me happy. And of course, because I love them and I enjoy being with them. <br />
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Open your eyes to reality. This is the real world. Wake up from your fantasy dreamland of your naked boys whom you call Kuya or Bestfriend. If you want to be with them do it right. Do not deny your feelings. You're just not being true to yourself. <br />
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I squeezed myself slowly as I move further to the back of a tin can called Genesis. My effects hurriedly placed on top of the open shelving as to not inhibit the narrow passage in which other sardines may pass through. Hopefully with every bit of tomato sauce puffed out by the aircon holes. <br />
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Our metallic packaging with wheels stopped by Tundol. It was here that "he" joined our sardine trip. He was wearing a bright blue shirt and was really giving a cool vibe. He stood behind Aaron his face nonchalant then raised his arms to hold on to the shelf. He turned his back to face the front and watched the movie on board. <br />
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It was during this time that my little sardine pancreas rodeo-ed in my PPE. Still standing mighty in that scenario, I was all smiley face and giving soft giggling sounds; Much to Peter's chagrin. <i>Swerte!</i>, I thought not minding this sardine parody of journey home. <br />
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Our status quo of standing with the blue guy facing the front was broken when he turned sideways around Hermosa area. My pancreas went crescendo on the rodeo. You can faintly hear the sound effects of Mario the plumber when he enters a pipe: <i>Kilig kilig kilig!</I> It was only that time that I got to see his features more clearly.<br />
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Well, he is fair skinned. Of course it was already evident given his sexy fair-skinned nape. He had his eyes closed while standing on one foot, his weight supported by the bus seat. He looked so angelic. His nose sharply pointing outward. His mouth closed and his brow slightly curved inward. Maybe that was due to the song he's listening that time since he had his earphones stuck to his ear all throughout the ride.<br />
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As we approached Layac, our bus decelerated to a stop. He opened his eyes and looked around when he felt that our sardine can was not moving. <i>Shit.</i> He whispered after observing the vehicle line up ahead and went back to his original position.<br />
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I smiled to that small activity. I confirmed that he's not a robot after all.<br />
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After passing through the bottleneck as we expected, our tin can of a bus went for a stopover. Almost all of the passengers in front step down as well as my angel in bright blue shirt. I tried my best to keep my <i>kilig</i>-much persona at bay before my companions. Before I knew it, the other passengers were embarking the bus. Then the conductor shouting that we are going already. <i>"Teka lang, wala pa si Kuya!"</i> I spoke silently. But not silent enough to be inaudible. <i>"Sinong Kuya?"</I>, Peter asked. It was then that my angel in bright blue shirt went in slo-mo while entering.<br />
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<b><i>HOMAYGASH!!!</I></B> His eyes!!! Those INNOCENT EYES!!! My knees turned to slush. <i>"Ayun oh... hihihi!"</i> I answered Peter's question with my flirty fan-girl voice. He didn't hear me though since he had his earphones on. <br />
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Bright Blue Angel positioned back to his original station. The bus then went on his way. He continued to keep his eyes shut while listening to music while I continued dissecting his body.<br />
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After what seems like 10,000 rotation of our tin can with wheels, the couple beside me shouted to signal to the driver that they were getting off. As the disembark, I signaled Peter to sit. As I get comfy with my seat, i indulged on my Mr Bright Blue Shirt Angel. He had both his arms extended to the shelves for support. <i>Ooh... Nice Shoulders!</I> I mused to myself.<br />
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I took my phone and posted a status on Facebook: <br />
<i><font color=white>"Ang tanging energy source ko lang sa pagtayo sa bus from Bataan to Pampanga ay si kuyang cutie na nakabright blue shirt na maputi at maamo ang mata. Mahal na kita. I love you! Chowz! #BusRideTales" </i></font><br />
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A smile pasted on my face after my little deed. Afterwards, my seatmate exclaimed: <i>"Anung kalandian to?"</I> showing the status that I posted. Hahahahaha was the only thing I can rebut. A few moments later, I began to feel sleepy because of the work earlier. Before I traveled to dreamland, I took a quick fix of my blue angel before clsoing my eyes.<br />
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I came to when we are already in San Fernando. I woke up Peter to prepare for the end of our sardine trip. Cutie Bright Blue Angel also stepped down from the bus. I intently watched him as he takes his things from the bus's compartment. I gave him a last galnace before finally focusing on our group's next destination.<br />
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While walking towards Mc Donald's, <i>"Kamukha nya si Kuya Jarnie ano?"</i> I absentmindedly exclaimed. The two people with me affirmed. <br />
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<blockquote><I><font color=white>I waited patiently by the park near C4. Navotas sector names adorn the park's centerpiece statue. It was a cool July evening. Soft breezes chill bystanders like me in the park. I was holding two tickets of the advance screening of Harry Potter 7.0. I was meeting the person I chose to go with for that special screening. My heart pounding in sync with every second that passes. <br />
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He approached me silently. He was on his bicycle when I saw him. He immediately parked his bike beside a nearby pot and then sat at the opposite side of the bench I was sitting on. We were silent for a few long cold minutes. In the end, I thawed the glacier with a smile, and handed over our ticket for the special screening. <br />
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He accepted it. Examined it closely. Then smiled. It was the smile that melted more ice during that encounter. We were able to converse more after that smile.<br />
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We began talking about things that I don't remember anymore. Maybe it was too trivial so it didn't earn spaces in my memory banks. But I do remember smiling because I was talking to the man I love. <br />
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Not long after, we parted ways since we both have work the next morning. I hopped on a jeepney and proceeded straight home. <br />
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Painful memories can stir things inside you. But for this instance, it was a happy memory. A happy memory that lead to not so happy memories. But then again, I was reminded of this when we talked about that particular park in Navotas. <br />
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It is a scar of yester-years but it is somehow a treat it visit... Why? Because it reminds me that how I became strong enough to stand on my own. To stand when there was not even ground to step on. A major part of me has moved on. But that tiny speckle of my heart still weeps everytime I remember events during that time. <br />
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I guess it still begs for closure. <br />
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