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Name: Sheight
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- Nom : the incurable romantic
- Lieu : Philippines
a fat-ass who constantly struggles to take a breather every now and then. a conventional man of quixotic tastes. a masticated piece of nothingness begging for your last drop of conceit. a procrastinate insisting on raw but substantial work under time constraint. a romantic, and incurable at that.
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you know what i still have to do?
i still need to finish the musical script of our class's adaptation of The Merchant of Venice
and you know what i'd rather do?
i'd rather go to a spa right now and have myself wrapped in chocolate cream
while lambasting chuchee's ernie and palpitation's imaginary KIRBY
i'd rather have myself tanned on the shores of Galera as La Nina's howling winds blow off Dwarf's trunks and Gay-Lover's swimsuit
i'd rather be in a hotel in tagaytay right now and watch my card get maxxed-out again with all the room service my tripod will be having..
but you know what, i think i'd still rather do the script i ought to do..
coz my two whores who keep me effingly sane are starring in this production..
and no, i can't take it that they'd be anything less than GLORIOUS.
forgive me if this entry would venerate my bhabez and my gee but you should've known from the title what i intend to write in here..
call me selfish for dedicating this whole entry to the two of them only
but you must know, i have every inch of reason to be SELFISH of them.
i don't have much, but one of my greatest pride is what i share with these two.
i derive the greatest pleasure from being insulted by these two,
coz at the end of the day, chugging down coffee gives us the stamp of sincerity in what we want with our lives..
and then they'd lambast my whole being again after a good serious talk ( :
you know what are the things i hate most?
i hate it when i couldn't be the man to stop my bhabez's heartache and tears
i hate it when i couldn't be the man who drives a good-enough-car to get gee & bhabez home sans the hassle of the metropolitan pollution
i hate it when i couldn't be the man to stop gee's heartbreak over some pederastrian.. ow wait, i don't hate this one ( :
point is, i hate it when i am limited to only doing these much for them when they could be DARNA and CUSTOMIZED JOB INTERVIEWEE in no time for me..
when they could just as easily make me forget that im licking my wounds, because they put sinister humor on his BALD NAME!!
bhabez, i know that you've always wanted things to be just as they were before.. but really, there are things which are meant to stay.. and things which you just have to learn from..
sometimes we cannot exercise the power to pull back the persons we once had.. coz things are better left to their natural course..
and most of the times we lose those that we have ultimately tried to keep..
anger is something which has subsided in me and though i still have to deal with a very unforgetful memory..
can't we just content ourselves with the thrill of what we have loved and endeared??
i know you have loved, and loved you did.. but you couldn't coerce anyone to reciprocate the same way they did before.. time is a great equalizer.. and the lapse of it moves mountains.. it even changes character..
bhabez, gee.. i know that in the immediate time, i couldn't be everything they have been to you.. but God i'm trying..
jaca, jhen, if you're reading this.. please don't hurt bhabez the way they did.. unless ofcourse you're being paid a gazillion to do just that ( :
museums, taxi rides and beer sessions are not the same without the crowd we used to have..
but we still have each other.. we are still a WHOLE.. coz really really, trabahador food tastes different with you guys!!
*mwaaah*
jaca, jhen, i'll be writing you guys a tribute too, only it'd be different coz one i'd publish in Dapitan and the other in Inquirer.
and yeah bhabez, i'd still throw your cigarettes.. and gee, you are still a gay-lover!!
^__^
i still need to finish the musical script of our class's adaptation of The Merchant of Venice
and you know what i'd rather do?
i'd rather go to a spa right now and have myself wrapped in chocolate cream
while lambasting chuchee's ernie and palpitation's imaginary KIRBY
i'd rather have myself tanned on the shores of Galera as La Nina's howling winds blow off Dwarf's trunks and Gay-Lover's swimsuit
i'd rather be in a hotel in tagaytay right now and watch my card get maxxed-out again with all the room service my tripod will be having..
but you know what, i think i'd still rather do the script i ought to do..
coz my two whores who keep me effingly sane are starring in this production..
and no, i can't take it that they'd be anything less than GLORIOUS.
forgive me if this entry would venerate my bhabez and my gee but you should've known from the title what i intend to write in here..
call me selfish for dedicating this whole entry to the two of them only
but you must know, i have every inch of reason to be SELFISH of them.
i don't have much, but one of my greatest pride is what i share with these two.
i derive the greatest pleasure from being insulted by these two,
coz at the end of the day, chugging down coffee gives us the stamp of sincerity in what we want with our lives..
and then they'd lambast my whole being again after a good serious talk ( :
you know what are the things i hate most?
i hate it when i couldn't be the man to stop my bhabez's heartache and tears
i hate it when i couldn't be the man who drives a good-enough-car to get gee & bhabez home sans the hassle of the metropolitan pollution
i hate it when i couldn't be the man to stop gee's heartbreak over some pederastrian.. ow wait, i don't hate this one ( :
point is, i hate it when i am limited to only doing these much for them when they could be DARNA and CUSTOMIZED JOB INTERVIEWEE in no time for me..
when they could just as easily make me forget that im licking my wounds, because they put sinister humor on his BALD NAME!!
bhabez, i know that you've always wanted things to be just as they were before.. but really, there are things which are meant to stay.. and things which you just have to learn from..
sometimes we cannot exercise the power to pull back the persons we once had.. coz things are better left to their natural course..
and most of the times we lose those that we have ultimately tried to keep..
anger is something which has subsided in me and though i still have to deal with a very unforgetful memory..
can't we just content ourselves with the thrill of what we have loved and endeared??
i know you have loved, and loved you did.. but you couldn't coerce anyone to reciprocate the same way they did before.. time is a great equalizer.. and the lapse of it moves mountains.. it even changes character..
bhabez, gee.. i know that in the immediate time, i couldn't be everything they have been to you.. but God i'm trying..
jaca, jhen, if you're reading this.. please don't hurt bhabez the way they did.. unless ofcourse you're being paid a gazillion to do just that ( :
museums, taxi rides and beer sessions are not the same without the crowd we used to have..
but we still have each other.. we are still a WHOLE.. coz really really, trabahador food tastes different with you guys!!
*mwaaah*
jaca, jhen, i'll be writing you guys a tribute too, only it'd be different coz one i'd publish in Dapitan and the other in Inquirer.
and yeah bhabez, i'd still throw your cigarettes.. and gee, you are still a gay-lover!!
^__^
okay, so it really has been quite a long while since my last post and well yeah, right now im listening to Nina's rendition of Anything For You.. sheeez, nothing could be more pathetic than me listening to this when everyone else is out there dinner-dating.. or wooing their dah-lings.. or raping their long-stalked idols aaargh, even my mr. poi kitty has been yowling nonstop for her stray knight to make love to her tonight.. Happy Valentines SH8!!
first things first--
though i look like i just popped out from the deep recesses of this good Earth, hypothetically, i did come out of my mom's cervical canal and poof, monstrosity and evil in flesh--that was 19 years ago, Feb 6 to be exact.. hmmm, no one seems to believe that it was ONLY 19 years ago ( :
ow well for this year, my 19th year fell on a monday and with all the hullabaloo of the AB week, i juz dint feel like goin to school. it's kinda GENE-ic really as bhabez would say. ( : anyhow, i wished that atleast for this year i'd celebrate my birthday without allowing my DEAR DEAR friends to humiliate me.. but peace and serenity flew with the wind the moment i saw my bhabez's humongous mouth, the moment gee concluded that i was all concealer and that jhen and jaca should join me in buying barbecue good for 30 people.. hmmm, these guys couldn't possibly do anything to me that day which involved Mr. AB fleeing the university in fright.. you see, Mr. AB is elusiveness in every BIT of the word and getting even the slightest glimpse of him is like climbing Olympus to behold this god.. sh*t, you're a god!! and im the mushy/hypnotized pagan worshipping a self-made god all too well!! please, please.. YOU CAN'T BE A PEDERASTRIAN!! you just can't be!! FATES couldn't be that cruel, could they?!
im digressing too much.. so there i was with my girls next door, waiting in our room for all those Philo papers when Gene, probably having no idea at all that surprise is an existent event, blurted out to caller Xam that Val and Clang couldnt possibly be in my cribs coz i was still in the room..!!
Aha!! now don't blame me for being a spoiler of my own surprise but i immediately told jhen and jaca, who was MYSTERIOUSLY receiving all these phone calls from her mom, that we'd be heading to my home right-o.. but we had to wait for vangge for a LITTLE while, and you get the picture whenever we wait for vangge ( :
im gonna let the pictures tell the story, but you should know.. ive shed my tears over a mere photo of him with thought balloons. pathetic.. uberly pathetic. i guess it's just bittersweet that i could regain the fragments of what has been lost.. and yet i still couldn't hold onto this one thing i've kept.. that till my supposedly sweetest day of the year, all i have are chances.. chances with my fragments.. and chances of contenting myself with his alter-ego-- that BUCO.
go figure.
bittersweet eh??
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Last Saturday, i was in EK again, this time with Hevan. Mom & Dad followed in the afternoon.
i had a suudden attack of dysmenorrhea and i think you're creative enough to picture moi lying on my belly on a very hot bench.
dysmenorrhea wont go away and dear bro offered to go to 1st aid station to get the medication which i preferred and badly needed.
dear bro came back with a nurse and a wheelchair.
i was wheeled around the theme park on the wheelchair.
i must be really familiarizing myself with the EK staff, 2 weeks before it was with security, now it's a date with the medical staff.
pictures will be uploaded later.
later into the theme park, dad found a digicam and had to return it in the security office.
i went inside and immediately saw the cutie head park attendant who assisted us weeks before.
cutie head park attendant raised his eyes from his fone and bore his gorgeous eyes into mine. *cheesy*
must leave, i think he recognized me. and well, i dint exactly give my real name the last time he asked for it.. for filing purposes of course.
i left the office.. follow me idiot!!
sheeez, dint come after me. fine, then im gonna be your VICTORIA for all-time, hah!!
*__*
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valentines would always suck the moment out of the moment for me. this is not being bitter, this is cold reality.. why oh why should you only find the reason to spread some lovin on the 14th of the second month of the year?! why not spread some lovin on the 1st of the eleventh month of the year, i guarantee, it's gonna be a way lot cooler and freakier ( :
the cab i hailed this morning is painted red.
taxi driver tells me that he's wearing a red underwear.
in front of wendy's are heart-shaped balloons forming an arch to their doorway. and yes, the balloons are red.
one of my profs is wearing a pair of pants. and red they were.
there are boxes of chocolates and gazillions of roses in plain view. most if not all metamorphosized to the overwhelming color of red..
i have nothing against the color red. i love the color red!! it's the dominant color in my wardrobe for all those who'd care to know. but sheeesz, don't drown me in it coz this day is designated for my all-out-hatred for the color red..
i hate the color RED especially when it reminds me there's the color BLUE..
and yellow and green and orange ( :
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dave&rea
i honestly wish i could do more than that..
call it crazy, but some time between talking to rea and looking at the unyielding dave.. i thought of him..
i dunno, i was juz guessing that maybe *my* dawg could talk better sense into my man, dave..
God.. i really missed him..
and the funniest thing is, im no smarter than any lover when it really comes down to it..
coz i know.. i know i'd just find myself taking him back/coming back to him all over again..
a shitty vicious cycle.
please don't tell me that you are actually capable of missing me.. that one movie would remind you of me.. you don't know how hard it has been and still is for me.. you don't know that the smallest details would always bring you here again.. here to my every sinew and every process.. i am barely moving on and along.. you have your wife and all i've got is a poor excuse of your presence in a picture frame.. i think, i see you everytime everywhere.. and i have to hold my breath till my lungs can't take it any longer.. till everything just gets blurry.. till i can convince myself and everyone else you are not missed..
i can do this, i know i can.. i know i could detach myself from a temporary high..
just allow me goodbye.. just allow me time..
dang
^__^
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