tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81556374221499002292024-02-19T11:28:07.820+08:00taympers, palimos ng blog title...please!gayunpaman naniniwala akong hindi kawalan ng isang blog ang walang blog title. #sabi.Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.comBlogger191125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-73456007506934736642019-06-13T15:41:00.000+08:002019-06-13T15:41:31.856+08:00i dont knowi dont know if its normal. but i have been scouring the internet and look for anything about death, near-death experience, what it feels like to be dying, how does it gonna be like. <div>
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Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-57793363566354874222019-06-13T13:36:00.001+08:002019-06-13T13:36:10.298+08:00haystsa totoo lang di ko na alam kung anong nangyayari sa buhay ko ngayo. depressed. feeling ko wala na ding patutunguhan to. sobrang sakit everytime na naalaala ko ang sampal ng pagkakataon sa akin.<br />
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gusto ko nang mamahinga actually. gusto ko nang sumuko.Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-27010598852643268142018-10-08T11:29:00.000+08:002018-10-08T11:29:11.380+08:00i will look forward for a happy weekend. this time, im looking forward na para sa friday, or weekend rather.<br />
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I dont know why. basta something came along na ni-lolookforward ko na sya. I used to have mundane weekends, yong tipong dadaan lang yong dalawang araw na sa bahay lang ako. thats it.<br />
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I would cook for raprap and then we will play the entire day. although, that is something worth doing for naman. but yun nga madalas akong maboro sa bahay.<br />
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this time, ewan ko lang. basta im happy lang.<br />
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<br />Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-65815613561092801432018-10-01T17:08:00.000+08:002018-10-01T17:08:29.995+08:00wednesday. off ko. alas nuebe na ng umaga kanina nang bumangon ko, tinatamad pa. kung hindi lang sa labahing naghihintay sa akin malamang mga pasado alas onse pa ako babangon. pagkatapos kasi ng halos isang linggo kong bakasyon sa palawan e madami akong labahang naiwan. kelangan kong labhan otherwise wala akong maisusuot sa mga susunod na araw. office uniform ko pala yong mga yon.<br />
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after kong maglaba, naglinis ako ng bahay.Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-43923080267603650502012-11-27T13:37:00.002+08:002012-11-27T13:37:36.224+08:00ganun yon.<i>everything you do is based on the choices you make. It's not your parents, your past relationships, your job, the economy, the weather, an argument, or your age that is to blame. You and only you are responsible for every decision and choice you make, period.</i><br />
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tama nga naman. bakit mo isisi ang ilang bagay na nangyayari sayo kung ikaw mismo ang gumagawa nito. kahit pa sabihin mong...eh kasi sya, eh kasi ganito, eh kasi nangyari na. mas maniniwala ka ba pag sinabi ko na lahat nang nangyayari sayo e chain reaction mula sa pinakamaliit na bagay na ginagawa mo, o nagawa mo. kahit ang simpleng paglagok mo ng kape kanina ay may kinalaman kung pano mo natatapos ang isang trabaho. nasa sa atin yong pagbibigay ng saysay at kahulugan sa bawat pangyayaring nagaganap sa buhay mo, masama man o mabuti sa yong tingin.<br />
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period din.Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-33978784972660171002012-10-15T07:56:00.001+08:002018-10-01T16:55:19.233+08:00happy 5th year anniversary partnernamiss ko lang magblog.<br />
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kahapon anniversary namin. 5th year. wala langs. share langs. </div>
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<br />Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-39688711536159555812012-09-15T07:55:00.000+08:002018-10-01T17:06:12.155+08:00breaking dawn <br />
after namin magbreakfast umakyat muna kami. si angel ang naghugas. di ko na kinaya kasi masakit ulo ko nong time na yon, i had to sleep kahit saglit lang.<br />
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hindi muna ako naggagalaw nung time na yon. nahihilo ko shit!<br />
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naalimpungatan na lang ako ng gisingin ako ni angel. sweet. ayeeh.<br />
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balak sana naming magsimba nung araw na yon. kaso nauwi ang lahat sa isang inuman... na naman!<br />
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nagpahinga muna kami mula alas dose gang alas tres. saka bumili si ram and don ng iinumin.<br />
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putsa. tequilla! whatda! hindi ako madalas uminom, lalo pa't tequilla. nagsimula kami ulit mag umpukan ng bandang alas singko ng hapon. okey naman ang samahan at kwentuhan. kaso si don walang partner. hahahaha.<br />
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tequilla ba kamo? syempre andyan yong bodyshot. hahaha. pero as ive stated wholesome ako. hahaha.<br />
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yong balak kong umuwi ng gabing yon e naging kinabukasan na.<br />
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masarap ang naging kwentuhan namin. nagkaalaman na. hahaha. pero wala na sigurong sasaya pa pag kasama mo yong taong gusto mong makasama at your worst. be it like emotional or lasing na lasing ka na. walang inhibitions.<br />
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nagpapasalamat din ako sa dalawa kong kaibigan na matagumpay naming naicelebrate ang house party na to at sa mga bagong naging kaibigan, kay nica, angel, levi at gemma. ang gaganda nila!<br />
<br />Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-1474441738859785632012-09-13T10:54:00.000+08:002018-10-01T16:56:43.437+08:00don: the chronicles of nganga<div style="text-align: left;">
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rendesvouz. starmall shaw. ang usapan alas sinco ng hapon, ang kaso alas sico y medya na wala pa si ram. naiwan daw ang pukenang cellpone so he had to go back home. alas sais na ata kami nun nagkita kita. kasama ko na nun si angel, don at gemma. ang susunduin na lang si nica na nasa tiendesitas pasig.<br />
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yong alas diyes na uwi ni gemma dahil may cutoff time slash curfew hours ang hitad e paonti ng paonti, para syang buhok na 'thinning'. mano ba namang dalawang oras na kaming nagbyabyahe mula ortigas extension papuntang antipolo. kasumpa sumpa ang traffic! halata nang iritable yong dalawa, si don at gemma. ramdam mong sinusuyo sa tingin ni don si gemma na wag mainis.<br />
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alas nuebe na kami nakarating sa bahay nila don. isang oras na lang uuwi na din si gemma. pero bago yun e dumaan muna kami ng shopwise para mag-grocery. at sa grocery palang inubos na naman ang oras namin kapipili kung anong uulamin.<br />
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ako at si ram ang naatasan sa kusina. ako nagluto ng adobo. si don nakipaglandian na, joke! bale tipon tipon muna sila for getting to know each other. ganun.<br />
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10pm. hindi na nakakain si gemma, she had to leave dahil nga sa curfew hours nya. besides feel na din naming bothered na bothered sya as time passess by. we had no choice, pinagtulakan namin sya papalayo. joke lang. sayang di kami masyadong nakapagkwentuhan. hinatid na sya ni don 'gang tikling.<br />
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10:30pm. dinner time. dun pa lang nagsimula ang getting-to-know each other. we had fun. after namin kumain saka namin nilabas ang empe lights. dami kong kaba. mga nine, ganun. hindi kasi ako sanay makipag-inuman. at kung nalalasing ako, hindi ko alam kung ano pinagsasabi ko. dammit.<br />
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11pm. nakarating na si don. thank god. akala namin nilamon na sya ng traffic.that time e may tama na rin ako. ang lakas na kasi ng tawanan namin nun lalo na yong dalawang invites namin, si nica at angel. ubos na rin nun yong isang empe lights. and mind you lima lang kaming umiinom. madaming pulutan kaso natatakot akong ngumatngat dahil baka mas lalo akong malasing. nakakatense amputah.<br />
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11:45pm. umeksena si don. hindi pwedeng wala syang dalang partner. sya ang host. sayang naman. so nag-invite ulit ang gagu. si levi naman. buti na lang may kotse yong invite nya kaya madali silang nakarating. ang ganda ng invite nya! seksi. hihihi<br />
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12:10 onwards. inom. laklak. kwentuhan. inom. laklak. blah blah blah. lahat may tama na.<br />
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08am. nagising na lang ako na mainit ang pakiramdam ko dahil sa singaw ng kwarto. kulang yong hangin na binubuga ng electricfan para sa 5 taong nagsisiksikan. umuwi na din pala si levi ng mga bandang alas sais. ang kwento nauna na daw kaming natulog ng invite ko. totoo nga! magkatabi kaming natulog.<br />
kinapa ko ang aking katawan wala namang masakit. hahahaha. wholesome kaya ako. tigilan nyo ako. hihihi<br />
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pagbalikawas ko, aba si ram at nica magkayakap. napakagandang eksena sa umaga! natulog ako ulit. habang pinagmamasdan ang mukha ng katabi kong dyosa. ehem.<br />
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10am.si don ang aga aga nagbubunganga na magsibangon na daw kami. that time, yong bonding namin e close na. hindi na sya superficial na memasabi lang na bonding. may mga info na rin kaming alam sa isat-isa. and i think that is a good indication of trust. :)<br />
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11am. we had our breakfast.<br />
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(to be continued)<br />
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<br />Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-12291408369828264712012-09-11T09:04:00.002+08:002012-09-11T09:05:14.597+08:00kape<br />
dalawang bagay lang naman ang nangyayari pag nagkakape ako.<br />
kung hindi lumalamig e hindi nauubos.<br />
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madalas kong bilhin kay manong guard (oo tindero din ang guard namin ng kung anu ano) yong great taste coffee white. sakto lang kasi ang lasa, hindi mapait hindi matamis. so-so lang. ganun.<br />
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habang nagbabasa ako ng pukenang hundred of emails e sinasabayan ko ng lagok ng kape, tapos makikipagchat sa mga kaibigan sa ym kung sinong online, tapos sa hotmail chat din na intergrated yong facebook account ko, saka e-internalize yong mga email na importante. ipiprint. ipapasa sa staff. ipapabasa. tatanungin kong naintindihan nila. kung hindi uulitin namin mula sa simula. tapos pag okay na ang lahat saka ako lalayas. uupo sa upuan saka magkakape.<br />
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ang kaso mo, pagdating ko sa upuan ko malamig na. iba na yong lasa. ayoko pumunta ng pantry para ipainit pa to. mas magkokonsumo ako lalo ng kuryente kesa sa itapon ko. di bale kalahati lang naman yon.<br />
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ang kape, bow.Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-29744874266718763172012-08-18T13:29:00.002+08:002012-08-18T13:29:46.363+08:00ang hirap namandear diary,<br />
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its difficult. yong feeling na ayaw mong mainlab sa kanya kasi ambata bata nya pero pinagduduldulan ng utak mo ang katagang...age doesnt matter. potah.<br />
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ayoko sanang mainlab sa kanya o kahit man lang mahulog yong loob ko kaso putangina talaga oh, hindi e. unti unti akong nahuhulog sa sarili kong kumunoy.<br />
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sya tong mabait. sya tong sweet. sya tong lahat. potah. ano pa nga bang magagawa ko?<br />
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haaay.<br />
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<br />Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-67272549350523004672012-07-31T23:11:00.000+08:002012-07-31T23:11:13.278+08:00gagohindi ko talaga alam kung mahal kita o sadyang napapalapit lang talaga ang loob ko sayo sa tuwing katext kita. hindi ko rin alam kung bakit mas malapit ka sa akin kesa sa iba. hindi ko alam kung ano nga ba ang tunay mong nararamdaman sa akin, bilang ako o bilang kaibigan lamang.<br />
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alam mo yong feeling na inspired ka sa trabaho. alam mo yon? yong ganun feeling. ewan ko ba. kung totoo man tong nararamdaman ko para sayo. sana wag nang magmalabis pa, kilala ko kasi ang aking sarili na ipilit at ipilit talaga ang gusto masunod lang. sana hanggang don lang yon, yong gusto kita. ayoko kasi dumating sa point na gustong gusto na kita at sasabihin ang lahat sa yo tapos in the end magmimistula akong tanga. ayoko talaga ng ganun.<br />
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alam mo bang mas gugustuhin kong maging magkaibigan na lang tayo, kaso mapilit yong nararamdaman ko eh, di daw pwede. sinasabi ko na ngang makuntento sa kung ano man meron tayo o sa kung anuman meron akong nararamdaman sayo. kaso yun nga, mapilit ang gago.<br />
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gago? parang ako. gagong gagu sayo.<br />
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<br />Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-54477716138094157462012-07-23T08:40:00.001+08:002012-11-05T06:40:18.855+08:00of solace and solitude<br />
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had i only known that things will get fuzzy on my way, i wouldnt have tried to keep going. i was engulfed by the thoughts of surviving into my on guilty pleasure. i know it was my fault. not even yours nor the other. it was simply a chance of falling in love out of control.<br />
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i dont know if it was all a coincidence. i wouldnt have known. yet, it was compromising that someday, somehow it will last.for some, it was just a shit out of feeling, for me it’s love out of shit.<br />
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i chance upon looking up the sky, it was all dark. i cant even see the slightest streak of stars. its all just the cold breeze stroke into my face, that solitude, that seclusion behind bars of turmoil...i remain silent. at some point i know that even the darkest night i have now will have something brighter morning tomorrow. call it dramatic, call it emo, call it whatever you want fucktard... i am naive at my most emotional abyss now, i really am.<br />
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i am in love but the feeling is not mutual. so therefore, the battle is not between two different souls, its between me and the battle itself. it couldnt be any more harder when i know you’re there at the end of line, waiting. and in a midst of my survival there is a solace that you may give something i hold on for. but its not, and will not ever be happened. it all just ME. alone in my own solitude and subtle diversity.<br />
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i shouldnt worry much of anything else. because it all boils down between ME and MYSELF. pathetic. it will just remain as unspoken words, unwritten poems and trapped feelings deep inside. there i am. i was caught by my own stupidity.<br />
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This dark sky is still the same old sky I had been staring at AGAIN in your presence or without. but I hope it will not leave any dreadful nights AGAIN that ill be suffered from with so much pain due to something i have been longing to feel for.<br />
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this has been mechanical. i love, i get hurt. but in the end at the very least i felt something dynamical sense of comfort, i feel happy. i am less infantile inch by inch in terms of this kind of feeling. theatrical composition.<br />
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and for the last phrase that has reached its core, where nothing has much more to write i know this is just the start of something i have been wishing for. blame it to me but im not giving up till its gone.Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-11328922850357304082012-07-15T19:19:00.000+08:002018-10-01T17:03:33.528+08:00inlab nga ba akoyong frutos na yon? yon na siguro ang pinakamasarap na frutos na natikman ko, yong galing sa taong crush ko. hihi anlondeee.<br />
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tangna para akong bumabalik sa highschool. every little moment na kasama ko sya cherish na cherish ko. saka ok lang, sya naman tong nagmomotivate sa akin sa trabaho. yong every gising ko sa morning, sya unang unang maiisip ko at gaganahan akong maligo kahit napakalamig ng tubig. tapos tapos tapos.... ayyyyy... excited akong makita sya. tangna talaga.</div>
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anong meron sa frutos? binigyan lang naman nya ako ng 8 frutos. tatlo dun e pineapple flavor, yong lima e orange flavor. sinabihan ko kasi sya na bigyan nya ako ng frutos pag-uwi nya, ayun iniabot sa akin nang nakasmile pa. haaay.. nakakakilig na sa akin yon. ambabaw ko lang. basta galing sa kanya wala akong pakialam, kahit pa durian flavor yan. kebs.</div>
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ilang linggo na kaming magkatext. kung tutuusin mga walang kwenta yong pinag-uusapan namin, pero bakit ganun di ko magawang burahin. kahit yong text nyang... K. shet shet shet! whats happening to me? tapos ito pa yong mga importanteng message na kelangan kong isave pinagbubura ko. like, text mula sa smartmoney yong smartmoney number ko, yong forwarded cellphone number ng frend ko, at marami pang iba. wala pa dyan yong mga quotes na pikit-mata kong pinagbubura. ODK.</div>
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ewan ko ba. feeling ko kahit magkaibigan lang kami okey na sa akin yon, basta maramdaman kong mahalaga ako sa kanya bilang ako. sapat na yon. ay oo ang orte orte ko ngayon.</div>
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Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-35615369978914423822012-07-11T20:26:00.003+08:002012-07-11T20:26:51.213+08:00i wanted..."I guess I wanted more attention from you, I wanted to have a stronger friendship with you. Since I know you will never love me the way I love you, then friendship is the next best thing. I wanted you to confide in me, ask for my help when you needed it, I wanted to be your shoulder to cry on or punch if needed, I wanted to drink with you when you felt shitty and needed a dose of alcohol, I wanted to cry with you when you felt REALLY shitty, I wanted to celebrate with you when something came up that was worth celebrating, and I wanted to have front row seats to the movie of your life. I wanted to be there for you. I would have given anything for you. (I still would.) I wanted to show you in every way I can, how much you mean to me. At the very least, in a platonic level. But It didn’t happen. But I saw other people connecting and building strong relationships with you, and frankly I envied them. I wanted the same thing for me. So I got frustrated, and hurt.” #ijustreadsomewhereMar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-83830641954728210852012-07-11T20:24:00.003+08:002012-07-11T20:24:47.140+08:00bye tito dolphy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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ewan ko ba. malungkot ako ngayon. siguro dahil sa pagpanaw ni comedy king. lumaki kasi ako sa ilang mga pelikula nya at sitcoms. lalo na yong home along da riles. naalala ko pa, tuwing huwebes yun ng gabi noon bago mag maala-ala mo kaya. sabay sabay naming panonoorin ng mga pinsan ko. sabay sabay din kaming tatawa pag hihirit na si dolphy.<br />
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larawan ng isang juan dela cruz si dolphy. nagtiyatiyagang magsumikap para mabuhay ang pamilya. ganun ang karakter nya sa home along da riles. kahit may kaya ang nagkakagusto sa kanyang si aling azon, hindi sya naging opurtunista kundi mas nagtatrabaho pa sya ng husto para lang mapakain ang buong pamilya.<br />
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ewan ko ba. siguro nahahawa ako sa pagdadalamhati ng buong pilipinas sa pagkawala ng isang magiting na artista noon at ngayon. siguro nga. nakalulungkot lang dahil sa kanyang pagpanaw matatagalan muling makahanap ang lokal na tanghalan sa isang tulad nya. mabilis malaos ang mga artista ngayon. naiisip kong iba pa rin ang humor ng isang dolphy lalo pa't evolving na ang panahon.<br />
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siguro nga at nalulungkot lang ako. naaalala ko kasi ang lola ko sa kanya na paboritong paborito ang karater ni kevin cosme.<br />
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rest in peace tito dolphy.<br />
<br />Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-8735588776400821622012-07-07T12:36:00.000+08:002012-07-07T12:37:16.313+08:00boy bawangnaaasar ako.<br />
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ganito kasi yon. pag-alis ko ng bahay kanina, okay na okay ang lahat....sa tingin ko. buhok, tsek! tshirt, tsek! sapatos, tsek! pabango, tsek! backpack, tsek!<br />
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dali dali pa akong umalis dahil trenta minutos na lang male-late na ako. agad akong sumakay ng fx mula sa pasig rotonda. pag bukas na pagbukas ko pa lang ng pinto ng fx isang masangsang na amoy ang bumungad sa akin.pakshet amoy bawang.</div>
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ganito kasi yon. ang sinasakyan kong fx e yong malapit ng mapuno o yong halos puno na para hindi na pahnito hinto sa pagsakay ng pasahero. inshort tuloy tuloy ang byahe. so para makabawas pa sa paghihintay kelangan dapat yong papuno nang fx. ganun ang option ko. so kanina habang nakabukas ang pinto ng fx, natulala ako ng pagkatatagal tagal. mga 3 seconds ganun. iniisip ko kung sasakay ba ako o maghihintay na lang ng ibang fx. kaso sa akin lahat nakatingin ang mga pasahero. tumuloy ako.</div>
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actually mabilis lang naman ang byahe ko. mga 20 minutes ganun. pero kanina parang ang tagal tagal ng oras. gusto ko nang bumaba. kung may susumusunod lang na fx... jusme bababa ako at magpapagpag ng amoy. ganun kalala. hindi ko malaman kung bakit pumayag si manong driver at hindi naisip na ang aircon ng sasakyan nya... yong sirkulasyong ng hangin e paikot-ikot lang. at sa ibang mga pasahero kahit alam kong naaamoy din nila ang iisang amoy na nilalanghap namin, parang wala lang sa kanila...parang ang kwarto nila e may scented candle na ang variant e garlic. so ang ginawa ko todo pahid ako ng alkohol sa kamay ko para yon na lang ang malanghap ko. okey nang bangag pumasok sa opisina wag lang umamoy at tawaging boy bawang. </div>
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pagkababa ko ng fx sa tapat ng building namin, dali dali akong bumaba. ilang minuto na lang din kasi e male-late na ako. pagpasok ko ng elevator sa akin nakatingin lahat ng kasabay ko. yong hintuturo ay nasa pagitan ng bibig at ilong nila. alam na.</div>
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<br /></div>Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-4700379744044730712012-06-09T09:40:00.000+08:002012-06-09T09:40:10.486+08:00you, as in you!yong blog mo na punumpuno ng apostrophe na kahit alam ko namang wala sa rules, gumagawa ka lang ng sarili mong pamantayan.<br />
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eyesore.Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-90805483407668014982012-05-23T23:58:00.001+08:002012-05-23T23:58:12.208+08:00yong kusang babagsak na lang na akala mo sa simula'y matibay at masaya, yong parang sa fairytale pero nakanam...para syang brip na walang garter o yong mahina na yong kabig. pilit mong iniipit-ipit pero sadyang wala nang kapit. tulad na lang sa isang relasyon. kahit anong higpit ng yong kapit kung wala nang ihihigpit kusa 'tong babagsak paibaba ng walang kasabit sabit. promise paniwalaan mo ako.Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-32321504742409696702012-05-23T22:37:00.001+08:002012-05-23T22:45:02.253+08:00snapshot 10: blur<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-7052729657030081632012-05-21T22:56:00.000+08:002012-05-21T22:56:37.202+08:00in evolution, everything that would look merely useless will surely disappear.<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">looking at the edge, there you are. but i do not despise you whose liking it either. so go away, throw yourself in a bin, bitch! </span>Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-36645925091957065812012-05-21T22:42:00.001+08:002012-05-21T22:44:19.256+08:00snaphot 08: Statue<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Mar C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803397320778600806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155637422149900229.post-74866287853202016112012-05-20T19:59:00.000+08:002012-05-20T19:59:21.018+08:00snapshot 07: footbridge<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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