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“Be yourself. Above all, let who you are, what you are, what you believe, shine through every sentence you write, every piece you finish."carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-17481491793338319062012-04-21T14:41:00.003+08:002012-04-21T14:41:52.449+08:00I LOVE YOU!hello guys.<br />
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the boy's very busy applying for a new job now. =) hope i'll be accepted. new town, new chapter. MANILA... MANILA... MANILA.<br />
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good day everyone.carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-45829157703332562232012-03-21T08:14:00.006+08:002012-03-21T08:25:32.218+08:00Sorrel vs Ecru<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8XTbs12dcmC44wXYbU7Y5fsVpy68ooVaO3rhrSZXyHr4ShWIjsPtDQfiAEwLZZXO7t2kjaBabSI69C73iLMLS-jGdjhnz1MaRqu4yUUOjuCvv65UShydgFMmrTDjPUEWRM9FfPdnaBc/s1600/clash.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8XTbs12dcmC44wXYbU7Y5fsVpy68ooVaO3rhrSZXyHr4ShWIjsPtDQfiAEwLZZXO7t2kjaBabSI69C73iLMLS-jGdjhnz1MaRqu4yUUOjuCvv65UShydgFMmrTDjPUEWRM9FfPdnaBc/s320/clash.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722139797207768562" /></a><br /><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><span >Last night, i had a fight with my co-teacher. Today, awkwardness is the reward. =C</span><div><span >I was a little bit discriminating though, but i felt bad afterwards.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >-im sorry. =)</span></div>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-67280602187427975492012-02-06T08:12:00.000+08:002012-02-06T08:13:51.988+08:00Seeing is Deceiving<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">I don’t know who I am anymore<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">I keep bruising myself for more<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">As I look myself in the mirror<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">I found nothing but only the reflection of a greedy fool.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">What is there that keeps my eyes blur?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">I know I can see clearly<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">But are those the things that I’m looking for?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">Everything and so much more?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">Why am I doing this to myself?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">To please myself, I guess.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style","serif"">“the one.. right.”</span></i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style","serif""><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">But I say that whenever I’m drunk<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">… when I see beauty or when my sexual advocate tells me so.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">After that, when I get what I want…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">it’ll be nothing once the moment passes.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">I can be who I want to be<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">But I could never be me<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">(sigh) I left the real me in the closet of my upbringing<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">It’s really hard to follow myself<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">Because I’m afraid of losing<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">To be called a loser…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">that’s why I choose and say <i>“the one.. right.”</i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">I do believe in myself<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">But the more I try, the less it is working<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">Oh, I can see alright<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">But all I can see are façades<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">I am easily overcome by whims and looks<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">It’s just that…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">The thing is…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"">I am bothered of what I <i>SEE</i> rather than what I <i>FEEL</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></p>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-19021388149004224002011-09-12T10:41:00.003+08:002011-09-12T12:34:35.565+08:00SUCCESS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuSj1bfpavyY-pnHowWvLW0VoZuDnfqGJw7RaorodN6fBNwQ2VZFczNRKXPs7SlcPuaeAxwjI3MSMfR-QZub7BluA8_vT0AwEIQb8xMQX4gkmK44-jleuR7ktS8w_5TuIh_RQSvrgOs3E/s1600/223345_1808488130241_1181073482_31692163_4241405_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuSj1bfpavyY-pnHowWvLW0VoZuDnfqGJw7RaorodN6fBNwQ2VZFczNRKXPs7SlcPuaeAxwjI3MSMfR-QZub7BluA8_vT0AwEIQb8xMQX4gkmK44-jleuR7ktS8w_5TuIh_RQSvrgOs3E/s320/223345_1808488130241_1181073482_31692163_4241405_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651299716623807122" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; ">...read this. it's everything that we know, but it's everything that we keep forgetting.</p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">When does one say, “I am successful!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">Is it when he has become the head of a country?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">... graduated from a prestigious university</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">With the highest educational degree?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">...married and have many children</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">To constitute a big family? Or</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">...become the president of a company</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">And enjoys the luxury of money?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">Success is more than money...</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">More than an educational degree...</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">More than a prestigious job...</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">And more than a big family.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">Success is that which the heart desires-</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">Having used to the fullest what god has given,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">And contentment in life regardless how far one has gone,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">For it is how we are measured when our life is done.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">Success is having shared one’s blessings with the less fortunate</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">Without expecting something in return;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">It is that ecstatic feeling when you someone happy</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">Even with just a word of advice or</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">Simply being beside him when he needed company.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">Success is that immeasurable feeling of happiness</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">When at a ripe age you have no guilt to amend for,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">Remorse to cry for, and indebtedness that should be settled</p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal">Before your sight is dimmed and sighed your last..</p>carl 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We’ve known each other since we were little. We became friends because our houses are situated right next to each other; in short, we’re neighbors. The three of us went to school together- preschool, junior high and even college. And as we grew up, we went our separate ways but got reunited by fate. We pursued our dreams and eventually landed the job we always wanted to have. David became a preschool teacher and was noted as the best teacher according to the school’s administrators. Goliath inherited his parent’s fortune; he was also one of the most sought-after attorneys in the U.S. As for me, I own a franchising boutique of clothe line products all over the world. Yes, we became successful after years and years of hard work and struggle. It was also very promising for we have made possible the dreams of our lives. We kept in touch every holidays and when we have free time. All was going well until one day. . .</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><br /><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p></o:p>Morning came and I woke up upon hearing the ringing of my phone. Goliath was on the line. He was talking candid at first but as the tone of his voice changed, I knew something was wrong.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“He’s sick.”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> Goliath said, grimly.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“What? Who’s sick?”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I asked.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">Dead air came all of a sudden. Confused, I began to talk again...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Hey, are you still there?”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I said.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">Before he could answer back, a sobbing cry broke the air in response...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“David is sick, really really sick.”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> He said, crying.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“What are you talking about? I saw him perfectly well just yesterday, so why are you crying?”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I exclaimed as I questioned his behaviour.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“You don’t understand! He needs you right now! He has leukemia, Grey...,” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">Goliath replied with a shaken voice.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>It was only on that day, the first Friday morning of summer that I found out that David was struggling the moments of his life. After hearing the news, I then immediately went to my car and drove off.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">On my way going to the hospital, I felt a searing pain and fear in my heart. It was like being stung by a bee except that what I felt was more than just a sting, like something bad was going to happen. The sky agreed with my sensation as well. The hoary clouds were heavy and dark and so were the questions popping out in my head. David’s situation was very questionable. And I was also having the feeling that both of them were hiding something from me...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH">*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>I arrived at the hospital before the rain started to fall hard. I called Goliath on the phone and said that I will be there in a minute and that I have just arrived. I reached David’s room and entered immediately without knocking. I saw David lying in bed, weak and pale. Goliath was seated next to him holding his soft pale hand. Both smiled when they saw me entered. I then rushed to David and hugged him.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“I’m very glad to see you came for me, Grey</span></i><span lang="EN-PH">.” David said, softly.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Of course I would, silly!”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I said with a sad and wounded smile.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">Seeing David that weak and helpless made me cry. I just couldn’t believe that a very energetic and vibrant person have this kind of illness.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">He was very pale. His eyes were sullen-red like someone who had cried forever and had not slept for days. He looked restless.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Why?”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I asked, angry and heart-broken.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Why did you agree with him? Why didn’t you oppose the idea of not telling me?! </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I pointed out at Goliath.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“It’s for your own good, Grey,” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">Goliath said calmly.<i style=""><o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“For my own good?! For crying out loud! Do you think it got me that good not knowing? (Sigh)... Am I not a part of this? Why? After all that we’ve been through and... And... Ugh! It’s not that easy to accept it just now!” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I bursted out, crying.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Look! It wasn’t that easy for me also!” Goliath shouted, standing and about to cry.</span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><br /><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">Goliath cried heavily in front of us. It was the first time I ever saw him cry that much.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Even though we are more than just friends I still feel guilty of not telling you, Grey. You know, every time the three of us go out on a Saturday night or have coffee in a cafe, seeing your face blank and haven’t got any idea of what’s happening makes me want to spill it all out, but I can’t. I couldn’t do it because I made a promise and if I did, it’ll make the whole situation worse. And... we’ll fight. I don’t want us to fight, to have misunderstandings.” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">Goliath sobbed frantically as he said all those. He tried to catch his breath every time he utters something. He was obviously worried. His lips were shaking- his whole body was shaking with grief and sadness.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“And you know what, when we go to sleep, he would always say sorry and cry. There wasn’t also a moment that he would mention your name and feel sorry always. You see Grey, he loves you, he loves us both, and neither would he do something to hurt us!”<br /></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“I don’t like to see you crying, Grey.”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> David interrupted.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Who wouldn’t!? Did you kept this whole thing from me?!”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I cried; hurt enough to make any gestures.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“I didn’t want to worry you and make you upset Grey. I did not tell you because I know you’ll just worry yourself from thinking of it, besides, you know how you are with things needed to be done. You will not stop until everything is at the way it should be.”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> He said in a low tone.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“I know that, but I’m your friend too you know. And this is something you should have told me before! You shouldn’t be hiding secrets from me!”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I said, clutching my handkerchief tightly.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>David wiped the tears off my face. He hugged me and said sorry. He then explained everything to me. And it was only then that my questions were answered. He was just 8 years of age when he started to collapse and get sick all of a sudden. He didn’t mind it at first not until when he reaches 9. By then, he would frequently show signs of weakness and energy loss. His family got worried of his condition; he was going in and out in some clinic only to find out that he has leukemia. When David knew that his illness is going to cut-short his time someday, he immediately told Goliath about it. Both agreed to keep it from me in hopes that I wouldn’t start to feel sorry and worry myself too much. As years went by, he took the medications his doctor prescribed him just to keep his self going through and through...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH">*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">A knocking on the door broke our teary conversation. It was David’s family. As soon as they entered the room, goliath and I went outside giving privacy for the whole family to be with their loved one.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>Outside the hospital, the rain did not stop from pouring. The sky was still dark, although it was only 11 in the morning. I reached for a cigarette in my pocket and gave one to Goliath, lighted it and smoked.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>Goliath sat down and frowned his face to the ground. Clearly he didn’t want me to see him that way. He wiped his tears and tried to calm down.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“You could’ve at least tried. What he’s going through is my burden, our burden. No matter how painful it is, still, friends will still be friends no matter what,” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">trying to move close to him face to face.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">Goliath sat still, motionless, quiet. He was still trembling. I patted his back, kissed his forehead and hugged him.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“It’s alright... i’m sorry. I just wanted to make things clear.”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I said.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">He then clutched my arm tightly and said, <i style="">“I don’t want to lose him.”</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><br /><span lang="EN-PH"><i style=""><o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">I could feel from his grip that he was not ready to accept what might happen to David.<span style=""> </span>It was like heaven just fell down on him, on his heart, crushing it like all hope was gone.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Hey, don’t give up. David is not like that. He’s a fighter and you know that,” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I said, calming him down.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH">*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">David’s family went to the nurse’s station to call two of his brothers who weren’t there; his parents went to his doctor to check what progress their son is having at the moment, while Goliath and I stayed to accompany him.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>I was sitting beside Goliath reading a newspaper. I wasn’t exactly reading the pages but browsing; my mind was still locked on David. I couldn’t help noticing the both of them. David’s eyes fixed at Goliath and so were his. Goliath held David’s hand, kissing it, caressing him; he was making him comfortable. They were both so cosy and sweet, like coffee and cream mixed together so as to produce such good taste and aroma. Both were teary eyed upon watching and touching each other’s face that I myself was affected too and not a moment too soon I was already crying without them noticing me. Finally, Goliath broke into tears. David smiled. It was the weakest smile I had ever seen, yet, the same sweet and lovely smile I used to see. He gently touched Goliath’s wet cheeks wiping the tears off. Goliath leaned over and kissed his nose. And then, they kissed.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>Goliath’s hands were cupping David’s face and kept planting kisses on his lips, cheeks and nose. Goliath’s actions were very obvious even to David; he was already depressed and couldn’t bear to think that he would be missing the guy he loved all his life. David hushed his sobbing by hugging him close to his heart. I cried emotionally upon watching them. It was like a movie scene from titanic, except that it was more realistic than just acting; ‘twas very intense and heart-pounding. The lovers parted still clutching each other’s hand tightly. David called me. I could still hear Goliath’s emotional, yet noisy sobs as I walked close to them. Again, David’s weak smile showed up. I immediately hugged him without saying something.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“I’m sorry, Grey. I love you so much. And please forgive me for what I did.” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">David said, weakly.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Hey, it’s okay. I love you you goof!” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I said with a smile that nearly turned into a gloom.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">David let out a soft laugh and grinned at me.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Yeah! And you still remember that name you used to call me, huh?” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">he said, happily.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">David started to recall one situation during our childhood days. It was the time when the three of us had picnic at the park. He would always trip off at something with mouth wide open; and when he does, he would fall easily and have his mouth full of grass or sand. And it was that time when I started calling him that name, Goof. Goliath would laugh about it and tease him all day making him cry like a baby.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">David made a deep sigh then looked at our faces. He smiled and reached for our hands. We felt the warm joy and happiness in his touch.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“(Sigh)... I missed those days, don’t you” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">David said.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Yeah,”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> Goliath and I replied with a teary smile.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“I love you guys... I love you so much.”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> David said, faintly.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">When David said those words, we knew that he was going to go. He was still clutching tightly at our hands until he rested and closed his eyes. As his eyes shut closed, his hands also drowned slowly like a tune slowly fainting as it reaches its end. Goliath let out a big cry. His breath was already out of control as he hugged the lifeless body of his lover. He repeated David’s name, his planted kisses and the words “I love you” as he cried furiously at him.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>And not a moment too soon, David’s family came back along with his just arrived brothers. Some brought flowers and chocolates for David, and some even made him a get well soon card. As his family entered the room and saw us crying over David, they he was gone. All broke into tears as they came running towards David. I gave way to the family, as for Goliath, he just stayed there without noticing that David’s family circled them.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>I went to the window hoping that I could lighten up the hurtful load somehow. But to my dismay, my heart just sank more. The pain of losing someone dear to you was too great, too great that it was completely unbearable to unload. I could not even wipe the tears that kept falling down my cheeks and unto the floor.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH">*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>The day of farewell came. The sun did not show his self. The sky was gloomy and the ground was wet. Everything seems to be in grief of David’s last day on topsoil. Everyone was there, the family, friends, neighbours; all was complete even David’s students were present that time.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>Everyone wore black garments except for one. Goliath wore the white long sleeved polo and pants David gave him on his birthday three years ago. He was sure that David was watching and would be pleased to see him wearing it.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>Many cried, mourned and shouted as his casket was gently buried down to the ground. The sun’s ray went out and shined our faces at last. Goliath smiled with tears on his face. He then laid his arm on my shoulder, leaned, and breathed a deep sigh. Finally, he accepted David’s leave. But I know for sure that deep inside him, he is still mourning.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>Then out of nowhere, small white butterflies flew around in mid air. The crying gradually stopped and everyone’s gloomy face turned into cheerful smiles.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“You take care, David.” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I said, sad but somehow happy.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“I love you, David. We will never forget you.” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">Goliath said, wearing his best smile at David.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH">*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">Eight months later, we moved on with our usual lives. I was packed loaded with some things needed to be done in my boutique. On the other hand, Goliath was also struggling back to back with his grocery mart business and a running case for almost three months. We were very busy and preoccupied with our work but we always find time to go and visit David.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">One day, I received a telegram from one of the offices Goliath was working with. It says that I have to call the Montereys as soon as I received the note.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">A woman’s frail voice answered the phone. I recognized it at once, it was Goliath’s mother. She was crying when she answered my call.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Mrs. Monterey, it’s me, Grey. I just received the telegram Goliath sent me and called you right away. Is he there? Is there something he’d like to talk about?” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I said.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">She was frantically sobbing, trying to catch her breath before making a response. Until...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Oh Grey, It’s you. Goliath?” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">She wondered.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Yes, I would like to talk to him but if he’s not there, please tell him I called.” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I remarked, not noticing her behaviour.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">Goliath’s mother cried again.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Grey, you don’t know?”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> she said in a low shocked voice.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“What is it ma’am? Is there something wrong?”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I asked immediately.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Goliath is gone dear,” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">she said with a trembling tone of her voice.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">Mrs. Monterey suddenly hung up the phone. It was very obvious why she hang up. She is, of course, Goliath’s mother. And we all know how mother’s are in terms of their love for their children.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>I was shocked of Goliath’s sudden death. I felt that same feeling I had the day David left us. The presence of sadness shook every nerve in my body as if everything was about to collapse dead. Two of my best friends are gone, leaving me behind all alone. And somehow, it was unfair.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH">*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>I went to Goliath’s wake with grief and sorrow in my heart. Entering the house made it worst for people who mourned sat still, heads bowed with trails of tears marked the their gloomy faces.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>Goliath’s sister came up to me as soon as she saw me in the room. I tried to appease my feelings but I couldn’t, even for a short span of time. It’s just that my loss was too great to be calmed by such gleeful attempts.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>Rhonda hushed me by taking my hands and made gentle rubs. She then told me what had happened.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>A police called at their house saying their brother is in the hospital and is dead. According to the witnesses, he was crossing the street when suddenly a woman was shouting at his back, and as he turned to look, there was a boy in the middle of the road trying to get his ball. He went to the spot to pick up the boy but a roaring ford suddenly hit him while attempting to get the child. The boy was fine but Goliath was not. Hi body lied motionless on the ground. He was then rushed to a nearby hospital but did not make it upon arrival. Rhonda also said that while he was in the ambulance, he kept repeating my name and David’s.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH">*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>“He kept repeating my name and David’s” was the only thing I could think over and over my head. The thought of it made my heart bruised and bled profusely. It was draining my soul into nothingness but kept me wanting for more. David is gone... and now you.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“You are driving me nuts, guys.” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I thought, standing next to Goliath’s family at the memorial park.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“But I love you both!”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I whispered, throwing two red roses at him.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>David and Goliath were my friends, my best friends. We’ve known each other since we were little. We grew up together clutching each other’s hands. They grew up as lovers. I was their nanny. Both were completely lost, somewhat like in a trance when together. 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I put the pillow aside and sat, still drowsy. I smile upon hearing the song as I rubbed my sleepy eyes.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“I still feel your touch in my dream,”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> Cascada managed to sang again before I hit the off button and shut her off. <i style="">“I’ll be singing that in my head now,”</i> I sighed as I rose from my bed. It had been on since last night when I was listening for some news; eventually, the T.V was broken so I had to bear with the radio for the mean time.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>I poured coffee in the mug David gave me 3 years ago on my birthday. I passed through the living room and bent down the fireplace, lighted it and stood up. On the top shelf of the fireplace, there were pictures and frames in it. I looked at it and found the picture of us three, David, Goliath and me, smiling broadly at the cake being sliced.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span><i style="">“Forgive me my weakness but I don’t know why, without you it’s hard to survive,” </i>Cascada sang in my head as a tear fell down the picture I was holding. It was David’s birthday party three years ago. I baked the vanilla cake for him for it was his favourite. Like many marriage oaths, both took a vow.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Okay then,” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I said, placing the cake in front of David. <i style="">“Do you, David Mcguire, take this man no matter how troublesome this guy is and anything that would concern him in many ways?”<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Yeah.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“And do you, Goliath Monterey, take this man, admitting how lucky you are and promising not to fuck it up or i will surely kill you in many ways so David can at least be satisfied?<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Oh, Yeah,” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">Goliath said, turning to face David and take his hand, just under the table. The looks on their faces that i had seen seem to pass between them was lost because of the merriment and playing moments of family and friends enjoying the party together. But the words Goliath said to David were never lost between.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Do I take this man?” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>Goliath repeated, giving David’s hand a squeeze. <i style="">“Always have, always will.”<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“I now pronounce you inseparable,” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I said.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“You may now cut the cake,” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I shouted with a smile as the camera man was ready to take our photo.</span></p> carl 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We’ve known each other since we were little. We became friends because our houses were situated right next to each other; in short, we’re neighbors. The three of us went to school together- preschool, junior high and even college. And as we grew up, we went our separate ways but got reunited by fate. We pursued our dreams and eventually landed the job we always wanted to have. David became a preschool teacher and was noted as the best teacher according to the school’s administrators. Goliath inherited his parent’s fortune; he was also one of the most sought-after attorneys in the U.S. As for me, I own a franchising boutique of clothe line products all over the world. Yes, we became successful after years and years of hard work and struggle. It was also very promising for we have made possible the dreams of our lives. We kept in touch every holidays and when we have free time. All was going well until one day. . .</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">Morning came and I woke up upon hearing the ringing of my phone. Goliath was on the line. He was talking candid at first but as the tone of his voice changed, I knew something was wrong.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“He’s sick.”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> Goliath said, grimly.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“What? Who’s sick?”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I asked.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">Dead air came all of a sudden. Confused, I began to talk again...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Hey, are you still there?”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I said.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">Before he could answer back, a sobbing cry broke the air in response...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“David is sick, really really sick.”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> He said, crying.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“What are you talking about? I saw him perfectly well just yesterday, so why are you crying?”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I exclaimed as I questioned his behaviour.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“You don’t understand! He needs you right now! He has leukemia, Grey...,” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">Goliath replied with a shaken voice.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>It was only on that day, the first Friday morning of summer that I found out that David was struggling the moments of his life. After hearing the news, I then immediately went to my car and drove off.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">On my way going to the hospital, I felt a searing pain and fear in my heart. It was like being stung by a bee except that what I felt was more than just a sting, like something bad was going to happen. The sky agreed with my sensation as well. The hoary clouds were heavy and dark and so were the questions popping out in my head. David’s situation was very questionable. And I was also having the feeling that both of them were hiding something from me...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH">*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>I arrived at the hospital before the rain started to fall hard. I called Goliath on the phone and said that I will be there in a minute and that I have just arrived. I reached David’s room and entered immediately without knocking. I saw David lying in bed, weak and pale. Goliath was seated next to him holding his soft pale hand. Both smiled when they saw me entered. I then rushed to David and hugged him.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“I’m very glad to see you came for me, Grey</span></i><span lang="EN-PH">.” David said, softly.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Of course I would, silly!”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I said with a sad and wounded smile.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">Seeing David that weak and helpless made me cry. I just couldn’t believe that a very energetic and vibrant person have this kind of illness.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">He was very pale. His eyes were sullen-red like someone who had cried forever and had not slept for days. He looked restless.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Why?”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I asked, angry and heart-broken.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Why did you agree with him? Why didn’t you oppose the idea of not telling me?! </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I pointed out at Goliath.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“It’s for your own good, Grey,” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">Goliath said calmly.<i style=""><o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“For my own good?! For crying out loud! Do you think it got me that good not knowing? (Sigh)... Am I not a part of this? Why? After all that we’ve been through and... And... Ugh! It’s not that easy to accept it just now!” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I bursted out, crying.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Look! It wasn’t that easy for me also!” Goliath shouted, standing and about to cry.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">Goliath cried heavily in front of us. It was the first time I ever saw him cry that much.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Even though we are more than just friends I still feel guilty of not telling you, Grey. You know, every time the three of us go out on a Saturday night or have coffee in a cafe, seeing your face blank and haven’t got any idea of what’s happening makes me want to spill it all out, but I can’t. I couldn’t do it because I made a promise and if I did, it’ll make the whole situation worse. And... we’ll fight. I don’t want us to fight, to have misunderstandings.” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">Goliath sobbed frantically as he said all those. He tried to catch his breath every time he utters something. He was obviously worried. His lips were shaking- his whole body was shaking with grief and sadness.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“And you know what, when we go to sleep, he would always say sorry and cry. There wasn’t also a moment that he would mention your name and feel sorry always. You see Grey, he loves you, he loves us both, and neither would he do something to hurt us!” </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“I don’t like to see you crying, Grey.”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> David interrupted.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Who wouldn’t!? Did you kept this whole thing from me?!”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I cried; hurt enough to make any gestures.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“I didn’t want to worry you and make you upset Grey. I did not tell you because I know you’ll just worry yourself from thinking of it, besides, you know how you are with things needed to be done. You will not stop until everything is at the way it should be.”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> He said in a low tone.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“I know that, but I’m your friend too you know. And this is something you should have told me before! You shouldn’t be hiding secrets from me!”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I said, clutching my handkerchief tightly.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>David wiped the tears off my face. He hugged me and said sorry. He then explained everything to me. And it was only then that my questions were answered. He was just 8 years of age when he started to collapse and get sick all of a sudden. He didn’t mind it at first not until when he reaches 9. By then, he would frequently show signs of weakness and energy loss. His family got worried of his condition; he was going in and out in some clinic only to find out that he has leukemia. When David knew that his illness is going to cut-short his time someday, he immediately told Goliath about it. Both agreed to keep it from me in hopes that I wouldn’t start to feel sorry and worry myself too much. As years went by, he took the medications his doctor prescribed him just to keep his self going through and through...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH">*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">A knocking on the door broke our teary conversation. It was David’s family. As soon as they entered the room, goliath and I went outside giving privacy for the whole family to be with their loved one.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>Outside the hospital, the rain did not stop from pouring. The sky was still dark, although it was only 11 in the morning. I reached for a cigarette in my pocket and gave one to Goliath, lighted it and smoked.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>Goliath sat down and frowned his face to the ground. Clearly he didn’t want me to see him that way. He wiped his tears and tried to calm down.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“You could’ve at least tried. What he’s going through is my burden, our burden. No matter how painful it is, still, friends will still be friends no matter what,” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">trying to move close to him face to face.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">Goliath sat still, motionless, quiet. He was still trembling. I patted his back, kissed his forehead and hugged him.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“It’s alright... i’m sorry. I just wanted to make things clear.”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I said.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">He then clutched my arm tightly and said, <i style="">“I don’t want to lose him.”<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">I could feel that from his grip he was not ready to accept what might happen to David.<span style=""> </span>It was like heaven just fell down on him, on his heart, crushing it like all hope was gone.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Hey, don’t give up. David is not like that. He’s a fighter and you know that,” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I said, calming him down.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH">*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">David’s family went to the nurse’s station to call two of his brothers who weren’t there; his parents went to his doctor to check what progress their son is having at the moment, while Goliath and I stayed to accompany him.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>I was sitting beside Goliath reading a newspaper. I wasn’t exactly reading the pages but browsing; my mind was still locked on David. I couldn’t help noticing the both of them. David’s eyes fixed at Goliath and so were his. Goliath held David’s hand, kissing it, caressing him; he was making him comfortable. They were both so cosy and sweet, like coffee and cream mixed together so as to produce such good taste and aroma. Both were teary eyed upon watching and touching each other’s face that I myself was affected too and not a moment too soon I was already crying without them noticing me. Finally, Goliath broke into tears. David smiled. It was the weakest smile I had ever seen, yet, the same sweet and lovely smile I used to see. He gently touched Goliath’s wet cheeks wiping the tears off. Goliath leaned over and kissed his nose. And then, they kissed.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>Goliath’s hands were cupping David’s face and kept planting kisses on his lips, cheeks and nose. Goliath’s actions were very obvious even to David; he was already depressed and couldn’t bear to think that he would be missing the guy he loved all his life. David hushed his sobbing by hugging him close to his heart. I cried emotionally upon watching them. It was like a movie scene from titanic, except that it was more realistic than just acting; ‘twas very intense and heart-pounding. The lovers parted still clutching each other’s hand tightly. David called me. I could still hear Goliath’s emotional, yet noisy sobs as I walked close to them. Again, David’s weak smile showed up. I immediately hugged him without saying something.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“I’m sorry, Grey. I love you so much. And please forgive me for what I did.” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">David said, weakly.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Hey, it’s okay. I love you you goof!” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I said with a smile that nearly turned into a gloom.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">David let out a soft laugh and grinned at me.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Yeah! And you still remember that name you used to call me, huh?” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">he said, happily.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">David started to recall one situation during our childhood days. It was the time when the three of us had picnic at the park. He would always trip off at something with mouth wide open; and when he does, he would fall easily and have his mouth full of grass or sand. And it was that time when I started calling him that name, Goof. Goliath would laugh about it and tease him all day making him cry like a baby.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">David made a deep sigh then looked at our faces. He smiled and reached for our hands. We felt the warm joy and happiness in his touch.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“(Sigh)... I missed those days, don’t you” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">David said.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Yeah,”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> Goliath and I replied with a teary smile.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“I love you guys... I love you so much.”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> David said, faintly.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">When David said those words, we knew that he was going to go. He was still clutching tightly at our hands until he rested and closed his eyes. As his eyes shut closed, his hands also drowned slowly like a tune slowly fainting as it reaches its end. Goliath let out a big cry. His breath was already out of control as he hugged the lifeless body of his lover. He repeated David’s name, his planted kisses and the words “I love you” as he cried furiously at him.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>And not a moment too soon, David’s family came back along with his just arrived brothers. Some brought flowers and chocolates for David, and some even made him a get well soon card. As his family entered the room and saw us crying over David, they he was gone. All broke into tears as they came running towards David. I gave way to the family, as for Goliath, he just stayed there without noticing that David’s family circled them.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>I went to the window hoping that I could lighten up the hurtful load somehow. But to my dismay, my heart just sank more. The pain of losing someone dear to you was too great, too great that it was completely unbearable to unload. I could not even wipe the tears that kept falling down my cheeks and unto the floor. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH">*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>The day of farewell came. The sun did not show his self. The sky was gloomy and the ground was wet. Everything seems to be in grief of David’s last day on topsoil. Everyone was there, the family, friends, neighbours; all was complete even David’s students were present that time.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>Everyone wore black garments except for one. Goliath wore the white long sleeved polo and pants David gave him on his birthday three years ago. He was sure that David was watching and would be pleased to see him wearing it.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>Many cried, mourned and shouted as his casket was gently buried down to the ground. The sun’s ray went out and shined our faces at last. Goliath smiled with tears on his face. He then laid his arm on my shoulder, leaned, and breathed a deep sigh. Finally, he accepted David’s leave. But I know for sure that deep inside him, he is still mourning.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>Then out of nowhere, small white butterflies flew around in mid air. The crying gradually stopped and everyone’s gloomy face turned into cheerful smiles.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“You take care, David.” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I said, sad but somehow happy.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“I love you, David. We will never forget you.” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">Goliath said, wearing his best smile at David.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH">*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">Eight months later, we moved on with our usual lives. I was packed loaded with some things needed to be done in my boutique. On the other hand, Goliath was also struggling back to back with his grocery mart business and a running case for almost three months. We were very busy and preoccupied with our work but we always find time to go and visit David.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">One day, I received a telegram from one of the offices Goliath was working with. It says that I have to call the Montereys as soon as I received the note.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">A woman’s frail voice answered the phone. I recognized it at once, it was Goliath’s mother. She was crying when she answered my call.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Mrs. Monterey, it’s me, Grey. I just received the telegram Goliath sent me and called you right away. Is he there? Is there something he’d like to talk about?” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I said.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">She was frantically sobbing, trying to catch her breath before making a response. Until...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Oh Grey, It’s you. Goliath?” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">She wondered.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Yes, I would like to talk to him but if he’s not there, please tell him I called.” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I remarked, not noticing her behaviour.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">Goliath’s mother cried again.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Grey, you don’t know?”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> she said in a low shocked voice.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“What is it ma’am? Is there something wrong?”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I asked immediately.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Goliath is gone dear,” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">she said with a trembling tone of her voice.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH">Mrs. Monterey suddenly hung up the phone. It was very obvious why she hang up. She is, of course, Goliath’s mother. And we all know how mother’s are in terms of their love for their children.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>I was shocked of Goliath’s sudden death. I felt that same feeling I had the day David left us. The presence of sadness shook every nerve in my body as if everything was about to collapse dead. Two of my best friends are gone, leaving me behind all alone. And somehow, it was unfair.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH">*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>I went to Goliath’s wake with grief and sorrow in my heart. Entering the house made it worst for people who mourned sat still, heads bowed with trails of tears marked the their gloomy faces.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>Goliath’s sister came up to me as soon as she saw me in the room. I tried to appease my feelings but I couldn’t, even for a short span of time. It’s just that my loss was too great to be calmed by such gleeful attempts.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>Rhonda hushed me by taking my hands and made gentle rubs. She then told me what had happened.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>A police called at their house saying their brother is in the hospital and is dead. According to the witnesses, he was crossing the street when suddenly a woman was shouting at his back, and as he turned to look, there was a boy in the middle of the road trying to get his ball. He went to the spot to pick up the boy but a roaring ford suddenly hit him while attempting to get the child. The boy was fine but Goliath was not. Hi body lied motionless on the ground. He was then rushed to a nearby hospital but did not make it upon arrival. Rhonda also said that while he was in the ambulance, he kept repeating my name and David’s.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH">*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>“He kept repeating my name and David’s” was the only thing I could think over and over my head. The thought of it made my heart bruised and bled profusely. It was draining my soul into nothingness but kept me wanting for more. David is gone... and now you.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“You are driving me nuts, guys.” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I thought, standing next to Goliath’s family at the memorial park.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“But I love you both!”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> I whispered, throwing two red roses at him.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>David and Goliath were my friends, my best friends. We’ve known each other since we were little. We grew up together clutching each other’s hands. They grew up as lovers. I was their nanny. Both were completely lost, somewhat like in a trance when together. As witness of their love, struggles and joy, I certainly would agree that they are inseparable by time and place no matter what the circumstances may be.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH">*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“I still hear your voice,” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">Cascada sang into the hazy cool room. I put the pillow aside and sat, still drowsy. I smile upon hearing the song as I rubbed my sleepy eyes.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“I still feel your touch in my dream,”</span></i><span lang="EN-PH"> Cascada managed to sang again before I hit the off button and shut her off. <i style="">“I’ll be singing that in my head now,”</i> I sighed as I rose from my bed. It had been on since last night when I was listening for some news; eventually, the T.V was broken so I had to bear with the radio for the mean time.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>I poured coffee in the mug David gave me 3 years ago on my birthday. I passed through the living room and bent down the fireplace, lighted it and stood up. On the top shelf of the fireplace, there were pictures and frames in it. I looked at it and found the picture of us three, David, Goliath and me, smiling broadly at the cake being sliced.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span><i style="">“Forgive me my weakness but I don’t know why, without you it’s hard to survive,” </i>Cascada sang in my head as a tear fell down the picture I was holding. It was David’s birthday party three years ago. I baked the vanilla cake for him for it was his favourite. Like many marriage oaths, both took a vow.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Okay then,” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I said, placing the cake in front of David. <i style="">“Do you, David Mcguire, take this man no matter how troublesome this guy is and anything that would concern him in many ways?”<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Yeah.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“And do you, Goliath Monterey, take this man, admitting how lucky you are and promising not to fuck it up or i will surely kill you in many ways so David can at least be satisfied?<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Oh, Yeah,” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">Goliath said, turning to face David and take his hand, just under the table. The looks on their faces that i had seen seem to pass between them was lost because of the merriment and playing moments of family and friends enjoying the party together. But the words Goliath said to David were never lost between.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“Do I take this man?” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span>Goliath repeated, giving David’s hand a squeeze. <i style="">“Always have, always will.”<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH">“I now pronounce you inseparable,” </span></i><span lang="EN-PH">I said.</span></p> <i style=""><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif";" lang="EN-PH">“You may now cut the cake,” </span></i><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif";" lang="EN-PH">I shouted with a smile as the camera man was ready to take</span>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-64701068991196159442010-05-29T11:49:00.003+08:002010-05-29T12:43:25.585+08:00My Ideal PartnerSex, Everybody likes sex. Everybody wants sex. What value could one possibly get from sex? Love? Intimacy? or pleasure?<br />I can't really read your mind, you know. But i know some would think sex is not the only thing that can make you happy. What is it with sex anyway that everybody seems it should be a must for every couple? Well, for them maybe it is. But for me, it's not.<br />I had a partner once. And every time we go to bed, i get irritated when he urges me to have sex with him. Although it's great to have sex, i really don't get to see why someone would go for a lot of trouble just for it to happen. And i was growing tired of it. So, i have learned to understand and let go. He was damn happy about it, too.<br />What i like for a partner is that he understands the words "yes" and "no", the words "like" and "want", and the words "lust" from "love."<br />What i want for a partner is that, he's happy lying in bed with me; no sex, no fights, and no whatsoever. Just me and him, talking about love, life, and kisses.<br />I know what you think, it's boring. But it's my own way of showing you that it's simple living.carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-35973008186749179772010-05-11T10:35:00.002+08:002010-05-11T10:51:27.401+08:00the Gleek! haha?!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpjoklC_3fXo7nP_b7Xf1bjMK_bqcW9XdTuZhgJIteAF-mT5tZVfm6ZfSm9siQ_kCCAoA61a1Evjq3tj0lVsBmXOssEuL7LpRuCde0GUaN0cq-mEky3XddQ8Tp8LcVpGpIRu1g897VLI/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpjoklC_3fXo7nP_b7Xf1bjMK_bqcW9XdTuZhgJIteAF-mT5tZVfm6ZfSm9siQ_kCCAoA61a1Evjq3tj0lVsBmXOssEuL7LpRuCde0GUaN0cq-mEky3XddQ8Tp8LcVpGpIRu1g897VLI/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469837788309656002" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />i love what i am doing.<br />it's my passion and fashion.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcAxjdQ-UtTxmcX43qNvEwRVOfuy0cY06k7g_Yb7OSP4kYObA5zmoN6FLxlXu-S8ewUkJ6lo2eNN81EYLNfcNzCTMt8IhKkSh3bc5iqLm0nEDmW1Upr5Q1Fx9smoAxOOlrDtiPcK38F3w/s1600/22.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcAxjdQ-UtTxmcX43qNvEwRVOfuy0cY06k7g_Yb7OSP4kYObA5zmoN6FLxlXu-S8ewUkJ6lo2eNN81EYLNfcNzCTMt8IhKkSh3bc5iqLm0nEDmW1Upr5Q1Fx9smoAxOOlrDtiPcK38F3w/s400/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469836907276892418" border="0" /></a>you see, you see, it's very complicated.<br />i can't please anybody, you see.<br />i know i can't please you either.<br />so pls, just let this face be oblivious...<br /><br />-- drama queen, Cheezy Montenegro<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-16240054285564925392010-02-19T13:30:00.002+08:002010-02-19T13:56:10.553+08:00IGNORED<div style="text-align: center;">they were my treasures..<br />oh yes they were.<br />but something flickered..<br />i know what it was.<br />oh how horrible it was..<br />the bond broke.<br />the THING and the OTHER THING parted..<br />disconcerted.<br />they made choices.<br />all was in favor of the THING..<br />OTHER THING was put to exile.<br />the THING was more weighed than the OTHER THING.<br />how unjustifiable..<br />the THING was more preferred.<br />so, they were in favor of the THING.. more in favor.<br />why?? asked the OTHER THING..<br />no one answered.. poor OTHER THING.<br />maybe THING was the phenomena of the whole group..<br />that's why the group were on THING's side..<br />it's not my fault, it's not my fault.. cried OTHER THING.<br />why stand on THING's side when in fact, THING was very much obvious of being irritated to OTHER THING's cries that THING, started to ignore OTHER THING's presence..<br />yes.. yes.. yes..<br />i was then ignored by the group.<br />sad, isn't it?<br />tsk, tsk, tsk..<br /><br /><br />*for them, i am a disease..<br />they sprayed my existence with cleaning fumes..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i'll be back.. back.. back..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-18586625207082558552010-02-01T14:41:00.002+08:002010-02-01T15:17:27.192+08:00There's No Place Like Us<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6XU06-iDNrjygypniKgYoQQlC2j0BMsP9WEjhwNU2vWYqexn5bARjHJJCSF7ebCFi7BxWM3VF2X3O31NUt-udhZmqDQJmzLGdrbZMTlUFc86z4rMQWpsaP2EEFxzzxv2Z7mHIiLEAgM/s1600-h/16541_1199190098864_1201880577_30559950_5692308_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6XU06-iDNrjygypniKgYoQQlC2j0BMsP9WEjhwNU2vWYqexn5bARjHJJCSF7ebCFi7BxWM3VF2X3O31NUt-udhZmqDQJmzLGdrbZMTlUFc86z4rMQWpsaP2EEFxzzxv2Z7mHIiLEAgM/s400/16541_1199190098864_1201880577_30559950_5692308_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433167473095036770" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">he sailed through many squalls,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">weakness and fear were his pessimist's trials</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">he was given the world, so much that he couldn't see</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">how beautiful his life could be</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">and as he chased the day at world's end,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">he never saw the fate that could make his heart mend</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">he tried to survive</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">to out-stand the mockery he revived</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">still. . he was crashed, defied, humiliated!</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">ashamed.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">ashamed. .</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">ashamed. . .</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">at a lonely coast</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">someone was struggling across</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">he was completely lost</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">dead air made him to frost</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">carried by false truth kept him going</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">where can he find truth?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">in a place full of goth</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I hope he'll fought</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">to the very end of his trot</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">disguised as incredible hulk</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">the man was a fiery bulk</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">sexy, stunning, manly...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">the only butterfly tamed of noble phantasm</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">he was,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">ashamed.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">ashamed. .</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">ashamed. . .</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">alas!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">when two worlds collide</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">across the shameful sides</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">doubted by a fearing pride</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">comes the troubled hearts</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">weeping, sobbing, crying...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">willing to forget shame</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">longing to get back in the game</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">let us not pretend</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">because this is not our end</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">together we will fight</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">now that we know we're right</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">we seek to find justice</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">but justice is us</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">we have found our selves</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">we are what we are,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">and nothing again will keep us afar</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">to repeat the mistakes we have caused so far</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">for we survived the pass</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"there's no place like us."</span></span><br /></div></div>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-87127583490177133662009-07-28T14:55:00.004+08:002009-07-29T14:57:35.760+08:00BAR 183<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I was on the roof staring blankly at the vast place of my neighbor, thinking of nothing but happy moments of my life. . .</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />It was that Saturday night of November 2008 when I was having fun.<br />I was at the bar with my friends.<br />We were all taking the good time away from work, an all-boys night out.<br />The bar was jam-packed with good looking personalities, drinking and dancing.<br />Even my friends were a little bit busy too having conversations with one another.<br />Damn! I was having fun just by listening to their funny stories.<br />I stood up from my seat and roamed around the place hoping to find someone I know.<br />I was already 4 tables away from were I left when a roaming waiter, carrying a plate with glasses of wine passed by me.<br />I signaled for him and took one glass of the bloody red wine.<br />I made a sip and went to a nearby ledge table to sit and smoke.<br />I was about to light my cigarette when YOU pulled me by the hand and dragged me all the way to the dance floor.<br />I was shocked.<br />I haven't the slightest idea of who you were yet so I just let myself go with the flow, YOUR flow.<br />While dancing, I just couldn't help but think in confusion of who the hell am I dancing with!<br />YOU kept on staring at me, at my whole face!<br />YOU smiled and suddenly stopped dancing.<br />YOU leaned on me, kissed me on my cheeks and uttered a jaw-dropping revelation.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >"your fly is open"</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />It was shocking indeed.<br />I rushed right away going to the balcony.<br />I was laughing out loud when I zipped my pants.<br />Giggling, I reached for another cigar in my pocket and lighted it.<br />Suddenly, YOU turned up placing a hand on my waist,<br />I smiled.<br />YOU threw my cigarette away and seriously looked at me.<br />YOU cupped my face and gently kissed my lips.<br />And oh! we were doing the french kiss.<br />A moment had passed, we stared at each other.<br />We hugged and said this both,<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >"glad to have met you"</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">. . . (deep sigh). . . </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >The thought of coming back is hurtful. Memories are forever but this one is too much to bear.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Tears started to fall when I saw two figures making out by the window of my neighbor's house. One of them was small and very muscular but the other, he was tall, well-built, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >and, and. . .OH MY GOD!</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> I was pain-stricken by whom I saw that I covered my mouth out of shock. It was like some pointed thing pierced my body right through the heart and made me ache so bad that I could not breathe the least. My tears begun to fall heavily. I wanted to yell but I couldn't. I wanted to jump on that roof but I couldn't. I wanted to scream but I still couldn't. Was I not enough?! That you have to find another just for that?!. . .<br />after a moment of cries and sobs, I fell silent. Blank, empty, I just sat there, still as a rock. I just uttered,</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > "I will never waste my pearls again."</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div></div>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-81419025079685954292009-07-09T09:32:00.004+08:002009-07-09T09:40:28.446+08:00English Family<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvnaHLfCnCcOxaimPRB1UYMXUz-hQmCCnvUh6VYtlfPD_GHRoh96XKWwtB1QqznVV0-7tq69UqLndHJOGKRL6znWiL6kgTkMqVKxvO6WdFlrxcTbJRq64A5ZigICZ57rcU4ZwNYS9clQ/s1600-h/bee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvnaHLfCnCcOxaimPRB1UYMXUz-hQmCCnvUh6VYtlfPD_GHRoh96XKWwtB1QqznVV0-7tq69UqLndHJOGKRL6znWiL6kgTkMqVKxvO6WdFlrxcTbJRq64A5ZigICZ57rcU4ZwNYS9clQ/s400/bee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356267650633680642" border="0" /></a><br />Bees for keeps!<br />Mia, Farnie, moi<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaEBlvWvmODSlK6qatNye-NZJkPVqMtnEYG7CRPghRV-2XhsxM_gu2z_q13s1lGbBfVG2HnF_RfHs8V8zz-YIQQ3rqT6ZhEbdfqP_uWFjJxWKG-P79SwV1_KdzIS0CjaM0ZkC1v8SpcwM/s1600-h/koko.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaEBlvWvmODSlK6qatNye-NZJkPVqMtnEYG7CRPghRV-2XhsxM_gu2z_q13s1lGbBfVG2HnF_RfHs8V8zz-YIQQ3rqT6ZhEbdfqP_uWFjJxWKG-P79SwV1_KdzIS0CjaM0ZkC1v8SpcwM/s400/koko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356267976693386002" border="0" /></a>the phantoms!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMh_RTSmh1kJI1mZ-uT1_Qr-2Cqgtunf96S2l_1MN6Ie6p54kiqJouyN16iH2hHT_gM6rZqDPm_OC6Ssnli0xm8xq7dyZt4ctT3qclSewaX_vDxGlAwWU-rFkYLc1qNdXvpUvHlGjcTuc/s1600-h/koko3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMh_RTSmh1kJI1mZ-uT1_Qr-2Cqgtunf96S2l_1MN6Ie6p54kiqJouyN16iH2hHT_gM6rZqDPm_OC6Ssnli0xm8xq7dyZt4ctT3qclSewaX_vDxGlAwWU-rFkYLc1qNdXvpUvHlGjcTuc/s400/koko3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356268579720820786" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">party @ Maurixos<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">guys, here are the only pics i uploaded. thank you...<br />sa uulitin.<br /></div></div>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-78167815260976791252009-06-17T19:16:00.004+08:002009-06-17T19:25:01.752+08:00fate<div style="text-align: center;"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;">I CAME</span></span>... riding the road of my life's beauty.<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> <span style="font-style: italic;">I SAW</span></span>... the pain and suffered the misfits. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">I CONQUERED</span>... and defied the odds of everything."</span></h3></div>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-83492532584513214002009-05-05T16:47:00.001+08:002009-05-05T16:49:19.654+08:00the Geek and the Exceptional<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I’m a geek and I’m proud of it. Armed with books and things to carry is my pride. I am not fashionable, yet I am simple. I only wear tight jeans, a tucked in sweat shirt and a large eye glass of color pink. My hair is so sleek and is combed perfectly.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">“Am I ugly?”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">No you’re not</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">“Am I?”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">No</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I’m Grey. And I’m in love with a jock. He’s no ordinary student. He’s got it all. The perfect guy for everyone to love to. But, I’m a man. I mean, do I have the chance?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">There he is along the hallway walking coolly. He’s going to pass by me. This is a typical day for a typical ordinary freak. Standing upright, steady; can’t even utter a word of greeting. (sigh…)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I am the exceptional. Well built body and a dragon tattoo on the back is my mark. I am smart, athletic, good- looking and popular. I am proud of myself. I wear skinny jeans, polo shirts by Hermes and a handy notebook to go with. I have a white tone appearance and my hair is fixed with styling goop. In short, I am a perfect know-it-all hotie.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">“That geek…”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Are you sure?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">“Yes, I’m really sure.”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I’m Terry. And I’m in love with a guy. Call me crazy but I don’t have affections on women at all. This is my big secret. For all they know I am manly. But I’m not. I’m in love with a geek. Yes, I’m in love with a guy who happens to be the president of the chess club.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">What I feel for him is tremendous. But what can I do to make it true? We are both at world’s end. So far yet so close. Is he feeling the same way as I am right now?…</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">“I am speaking terms of every gay in town. In some part of this world, may it be in school, in an office, company, or may be just your local friend or neighbor. There will come a point that either of you will fall in love, in secrecy or not, nothing will stop the beat of your heart, your feelings and affection. So, just let be and let it guide you to that path where you are feeling most comfortable.”</span>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-68392015675951590162009-05-03T19:12:00.004+08:002009-05-03T19:24:53.709+08:00Oblivion<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjloqC1u7bg5QvREFRQQy5YOBLosb0LnRHD0Kz5G7iPJKEmAuQLmoo446dWsXY_gicPS6jXQiDLhbZdBwh6NO-EvzovIzvJxJIguUVyH-VSc9ufz5SjmaPAdZoy0y9ubqs1F5hjN7Bf8Q/s1600-h/3017_1080771778480_1201880577_30246065_1411644_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjloqC1u7bg5QvREFRQQy5YOBLosb0LnRHD0Kz5G7iPJKEmAuQLmoo446dWsXY_gicPS6jXQiDLhbZdBwh6NO-EvzovIzvJxJIguUVyH-VSc9ufz5SjmaPAdZoy0y9ubqs1F5hjN7Bf8Q/s400/3017_1080771778480_1201880577_30246065_1411644_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331554150508818306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >the time did not come</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >all things went into oblivion...</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >so, i wondered</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >... what would it take for me to go and save you?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >would it mean that SACRIFICE is a must for me?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >do i have a choice?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >i do, i do have a choice</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >a choice only i can manage to take...</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">This drawing that I made was for my self. I was in distress that time. I was caught between choices that blocked my freedom to choose what I wanted to do. I was never ready. So I hid my self far from redemption... I hope I can find my way out in the oblivion.<br /><br /></div><br /></div></div>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-5868709342784429252009-04-21T12:57:00.003+08:002009-04-21T13:02:10.665+08:00FOR SALE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8b_llpmidhi4Ra58_Bqcb9IvFuEb1h64PkdBKL3zJ8JtkLqLksCUj5G60CY5p6mR-HrcBq9FHW3yOMlfHPAH-oAxcjW-FOPcyAZ2DenMTJQHQ5kd7Uox_6kLpd0tgaTYE1ScODl52uU/s1600-h/08006102746122_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8b_llpmidhi4Ra58_Bqcb9IvFuEb1h64PkdBKL3zJ8JtkLqLksCUj5G60CY5p6mR-HrcBq9FHW3yOMlfHPAH-oAxcjW-FOPcyAZ2DenMTJQHQ5kd7Uox_6kLpd0tgaTYE1ScODl52uU/s400/08006102746122_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327005085999628978" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">BELGIAN MALINOIS</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">for sale. Just contact this number 09282476639.</span></span><br /></div>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-79067802283296586892009-04-20T17:32:00.003+08:002009-04-20T17:39:44.746+08:00I forgive but I don't forget<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">There comes a point in my life that i forgive magnanimously. Whole-heartedly I accept every fault even if I am wrong. Shameful as it is but it's for the better.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Unless, in some instances I do forgive but I don't forget. It is not a grudge nor a vengeance if I'm to take it on my own account if that is what you think. But if you could see the effect it will bring you then reconsidering is no option. After all, what has been done cannot be undone. You can move on actually but seeing the face of the culprit will just make you remember the nasty things he/she had done to you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Bottom line: It's simple, really. Seeing your face won't make me forget those things you've done.</span><br /></span>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-6522784784468078222009-04-18T15:45:00.003+08:002009-04-18T16:31:22.878+08:00a teacher's nightmare<div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Last night, I was thinking of something. 'Twas about my profession. Well, being a teacher is great, being able to impart knowledge is a wondrous legacy. But, will I stay like this forever? Na magiging "LAON" ako as what they call? Makikita ko pa kaya ang true love ko if I am this one heck of a dedicated individual?<br />ugh! The thought of it just makes me wanna cry. Scary but true.<br />Most teachers end up teaching all the way through until their hair would turn white. I hope it won't happen to me also.<br />Yes, being a teacher is so cool. Once you're done with the lesson you have taught, when you step out of the classroom, the feeling is more than happiness. Gumagaan ang loob mo. Masarap ang feeling I bet you!<br />But until then, I am, and I mean I am going to get married on the right time.<br /></div>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-27001267456219788582009-04-12T15:29:00.004+08:002009-04-12T16:15:20.549+08:00My Rainbow and my Infinity Pool<span style="color:#ff0000;">"My entire life is a mirror of something good and bad. It's what I call balance. Although it surpasses all kinds of obstacle, sometimes, a bit of it overlaps and the system would be unequal. But then my life changed when I thought of something ironic yet remarkably beautiful and heart- warming. Upon seeing the other side of it, I knew I found the missing part of my puzzled life. So the balance is maintained..."</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">To my Family</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">My Friends</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">My English Family</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">My Lovers...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">I found a rainbow. It's not any other rainbow that you could find elsewhere. Normally, a rainbow has limited colors. But mine, it has millions. Each color has different personality. Yes, it is very unique. Each is alive and vibrant in their own way, little or big. I love it so much for it brightens my way, myself, my life. Each made me laugh, happy, cry, angry, sad, hysterical, etc.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">The rainbow, do you know why I have this kind of thing? It's because all of you are present there. You're the colors beneath my unstained soul. You are all there. A part of me.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">I found a pool. It's the world's biggest and widest pool ever. I called the infinity pool.. Do you know who goes there? You, it's you again. All of you. No matter how many you are regardless of your sizes, everyone is fit to swim in my pool. It holds no bar. Endless. Boundless. My love for all of you will never cease. It is endless, pointless, bottomless.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">I LOVE YOU GUYS!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">See how my imagination run?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">I bet you also have one, or two, or more.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">I know you do. So share it. I want to hear from you.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">This... is for you.</span>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-77385998172755468902009-04-03T13:18:00.003+08:002009-04-03T13:33:47.265+08:00Puta ka!<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"><strong>PUTA ka! my mom said to me repeatedly. Every time we quarrel there's always a bad tag after her dialogue. The most famous of all, PUTA.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"><strong>Man! I'm so fed up with it so much! It's like everything I do Isn't good enough for her, she doesn't even care at all.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"><strong>Sometimes, I would just cry the whole thing in my room, get a piece of cigarette and ponder on and on, and on...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"><strong>My life sucks!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"><strong>And I'm living with ISADORA, the horror.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"><strong>And you know what, I think I am close to breaking my sanity. It takes a lot of something sad for you to make me cry.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"><strong>I couldn't cry at the least moment and when that happens, everything will go straight to my heart and head.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"><strong>I go nuts of that feeling.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"><strong>Makes me wanna shout, cry out loud, and curse on something.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"><strong>Crazy! Er?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"><strong>Yes, that's me. my life.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"><strong>Sad, isn't it?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"><strong>The worst part is, when I'm on the right track to defend myself, I can't riposte on her because she won't let me. The thing is, for her, you're wrong when you know that you are right and really wrong if you're not right. (sigh)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"><strong>The pain!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"><strong>It's not only this that makes my life so miserable.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"><strong>There's so much to write about me.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"><strong>For now, eto lang muna.</strong></span>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-86010740434517333212009-03-28T14:59:00.005+08:002009-03-28T15:30:31.282+08:00my false phantasm<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZMQ6kZz1r7bv86HjGrd89UP6CPX7WseMtU1vEeVl7EzYXPO0Z9kYrEzeKTsc9ZyYLO_rTGk_wHxdesWF7XGHqK_YTBXkz1SIoOzk0KQztqVhbXvPaMR6FQKxlpvTxUpiZFmvBqDIXcbE/s1600-h/love_icons_10.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318137391783505266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZMQ6kZz1r7bv86HjGrd89UP6CPX7WseMtU1vEeVl7EzYXPO0Z9kYrEzeKTsc9ZyYLO_rTGk_wHxdesWF7XGHqK_YTBXkz1SIoOzk0KQztqVhbXvPaMR6FQKxlpvTxUpiZFmvBqDIXcbE/s320/love_icons_10.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">From the moment I saw you<br />I knew from there that you’re the one<br />But what can I do?<br />I am just a stranger<br />Everyday I think of you<br />Not a moment passed, still, you’re on my mind<br />My heart melts for you<br />My mind speaks of you<br />Dear me! I’m madly in-love<br />Because of you, I fly like a dove<br />Do you notice me?<br />I hope you do<br />I think I can never reach you<br />Somehow, I think it’s true<br />Oh! It’s getting late, really late<br />I have to go<br />I’ll see you later<br />I’ll see you in my dreams<br />I will… I will… I… will…</span><br /></div>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-68145692084010945022009-03-28T14:44:00.005+08:002009-03-28T15:33:09.932+08:00The Halo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARuRgoni3GZiiwWU60Yz9-9MkOaDVJp-u4xmxtx9AX_0zwgbDVDYgo5Y1U48MC103GlR8609RJNPeVNlM6pzEDbge1IsUDQA68-lzbMf5zjaS3tkhvkIWfc11AaGFKroYp4lzrCza0lg/s1600-h/img_f0103406aa1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318138168687066978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARuRgoni3GZiiwWU60Yz9-9MkOaDVJp-u4xmxtx9AX_0zwgbDVDYgo5Y1U48MC103GlR8609RJNPeVNlM6pzEDbge1IsUDQA68-lzbMf5zjaS3tkhvkIWfc11AaGFKroYp4lzrCza0lg/s400/img_f0103406aa1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">“What a lovely day we’re having there sir!” Andrew Lopez said while giving the man a fresh bundle of news for the day.<br /><br />“Oh yes indeed lad and a good day to you too.” Mr. Murray responded as the boy rode the street and passed by every house throwing rolled papers beneath the door.<br /><br />“Why hello Andrew, you look dashing today!” an jubilant old woman shouted.<br /><br />“Really? Gee, thanks Mrs. Coleman!” Andrew shouted back.<br /><br />“Looking good shawty!” Chris said as he jogged passed Andrew.<br /><br />“Yeah! Well, see ya later homy!” Andrew said.<br /><br />“Coffee?” Mr. Judean shouted.<br /><br />“No can do sir, got to deliver this all!” Andrew dismissed.<br /><br />The morning breeze cooled the boy’s face as he rode along the streets of Mississippi. Streaks of light from the morning sun hit him softly in the cheeks, eyes and chest. The boy seemed happy and free from any unpleasant vibes. Alas! The last of the rolled newspapers was delivered and with an hour to spare for a cup of coffee and bread at the groove; a place where the boy usually gets his free meal from a friend who owns the restaurant.<br /><br />Andrew was riding a bicycle fashioned with a basket in the front and a smudge of color blue stripes on the metal.<br /><br />The streets was now beginning to fill up with cars and motorcycle going through the day’s daily routine. It’s going to get busy in no time.<br /><br />As predicted, the road was packed with vehicles passing everywhere. Andrew rode smoothly but safely. As he moved forward he caught a glimpse of a halo icon printed on the glass of one of the stores he come to pass. He wondered why of all the pictures around the only thing he’d noticed was the yellow ringed icon.<br /><br />“hmmm… what a beauty you are. So small yet very noticeable.” he said softly.<br /><br />When suddenly, a truck was passing speedily right in front of him. He knew the truck did not notice him so he wheeled sideways and distractedly pressed on the break quickly. The bike bumped hastily on a moving car beside him. It budged his body hard that it made him flew meters away. He felt as if his divine and mortal body parted in mid air. Luckily he went straight into the pile of empty boxes on the other side of the street. He crashed. He stumbled. He fell.<br />He was disoriented to move but managed to get up slowly. As he did so, he looked around. To his surprise no one came to his aid but saw people rushing down to the place where an accident had just occurred. Curious, he went to it to see the fuss.<br /><br />“Come on guys, there‘s a man hit by a car just over there.” a kid shouted.<br /><br />“That poor man, the bleeding is serious they say.” said a girl from behind.<br /><br />“Whoa! Thank God I only have bruises but that man, I hope his okay.” Andrew thought shaking abruptly.<br /><br />He was now on the scene of the accident. Andrew saw his bike 10ft from him, disabled and wrecked. He did not bother fetching it; what’s more important to him now was the hit man. He heard people talk, scream, cried. He thought that may be this guy was very important or that he contributed so much to these people who mourns for him. He moved closer, as he stepped right in the tumultuous crowd to see the man he was shocked, stunned, petrified.<br />He thought for a while. Examined his body, head to toe. He was taken aback by what he had seen.<br />He fell on his knees. Head down, he clutched his pants. Tears started to fall from his eyes.<br />The rain poured.<br />Some of the people started to walk away from that place. He remained.<br /><br />The air was cold, numbed, and heartbreaking. The rain did not stop.<br /><br />The ambulance had just arrived. The medics picked up the body and went inside the vehicle. They passed through him…<br /><br />Unseen… unnoticed.</span></div>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-18779248110379843522009-03-28T14:34:00.001+08:002009-03-28T14:43:23.612+08:00my account<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">20 years and counting…</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">I’m still single.<br />I had relationships with men and women before.<br />But all were just mere jokes.<br />I never had a serious relationship with someone.<br />8 months, 3 months, 2 months, 1 month, 30 days, a week, 3 days…<br />Yes, those were the months and days I had with a lover.<br />The horror. (sigh)<br />You know what’s the most painful part of being single?<br />I know you feel this too.<br />It’s when you are ready to love but still longing for someone who will comfort you at night, who will hug you, caress you and love you back.<br />How I wish this would soon come to an end.<br />Honestly, I am fed up of waiting.<br />But, I’m still hoping.<br />Though, I’m afraid of the consequences.<br />I am also guilty.<br />I am looking for you.<br />I hope you are searching for me also.<br />And, I hope we’ll see each other very soon.</span></strong>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889714435081324971.post-6501217471260143952009-03-08T18:59:00.006+08:002009-03-08T20:57:33.567+08:00Sweet Escape<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNHyuiL9VsiDYruW6GnUOqhB7TQNPiZdPHSInuuu5ZpaEcTGBoxHOD8I_DrXbQly67fbTx4ISWg2iLYld7LBtoZQZy9bS0ym05mk0oY6ov3igBARjDbtio3PNcHJt4ZB6107kHg9UeHCU/s1600-h/tears.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310799328675472418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNHyuiL9VsiDYruW6GnUOqhB7TQNPiZdPHSInuuu5ZpaEcTGBoxHOD8I_DrXbQly67fbTx4ISWg2iLYld7LBtoZQZy9bS0ym05mk0oY6ov3igBARjDbtio3PNcHJt4ZB6107kHg9UeHCU/s320/tears.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">The air was cool, calm and gentle. I was standing right next to a man whose body was firm and tender. I was naked and so was he. We huddled for a while and went to the place where we could see the ants; there were so many of them roaming around scattered and somewhat preoccupied at the moment. Mostly, ants would likely fall into queue and walk straight with each other in front and at the back. But these beings are far different from each other; taking courses at different angles and never thought of each other's sake. Buzzing, beeping and laughing, they are very noisy for a low- class community...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">I could clearly see the moon shining brightly upon me. A music of melancholic tune was turned on. I turned around, he was there standing coolly, he was responsible for the beat. He reached for my hand, he kissed me and then he hugged me tenderly. His body pressed on mine, and mine to him. The warmth of our body chilled me. Our chest was in contact so evenly. I stared at his face. His expression was deep and sincere. A tear fell. We then moved to the edge of the square cemented grilled barricade. We hugged again, this time it was like gripping each other's comfort. In a minute, our heads was tilted down and the scene was pacing fast around us. Tears from our eyes fell upward. We then slept predicting that it would be our last eternity to live in reality. We accepted our fate...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">"I LOVE YOU" were the words omitted by our destiny.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">I woke up dozing. The light was so bright that it pierced right through my eye as I sat up. I saw him right beside me, smiling and still naked he kissed me. I responded back.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">"how was your sleep?" he said.</span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">"it was fine, I dreamt of you." I said smiling.</span></em></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">"really? what was it about?"</span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">"it was about us, we survived."</span></em></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">"a... are we...?</span></em></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">"yes. yes, we are."</span></strong></div>carl unohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693094917282148318noreply@blogger.com2