When I got home this morning I was just in time to catch my sisters getting ready to watch The Avengers. I asked if I could come with, and the both of them said no! Well, maybe because I asked them to treat me again. Or that it’ll be my third time to watch it if ever. Tsshhh. So yeah while they were leaving from the gate I spilled some spoilers like I did here in Tumblr the other day and all that stuff. Mwaharharharhar! Lagot kayo sakin balang araw! When the world is mine my sisters.. when the world is mine >:)
But yeah. So while me and my friends were hanging out in Antonio, our friends from YJ approached us and invited us to this YJ orientation happening in TYK. I had to cut my 1pm class though. Okay so we checked it out, introduced ourselves and signed up. It was actually a pretty cool atmosphere, and they’re easy to befriend. Training starts on Monday if ever I decide to try out. I mean like I said a while ago, my reason for applying was that I had nothing else better to do in UST and I basically like beats and shouting, so yeah what the heck. The thing is that it actually consumes so much time. Err, well yknow me and my lazy ass. So right after the orientation my friends ran as fast as we can, because we wouldn’t want to get any far committed yet since I think we’re supposed to learn drumming the bass and cheer right after the orientation. Haha. What a day.
This is actually the day I challenged the sun for a fist fight. I was eating my delicious kwek kwek outside the billiards house, until the heat finally got to my nerves. I could’ve won, if only he wasn’t that of a pussy. Okay, kidding. We could’ve sat down and talked it out like real gentlemen.
I’ll never stop trash talking you, sun. You’re still my bitch.
When I leave this place, these people beat me. The moment I fall behind the race, these challenges overcome me. If I break down, my vulnerability defeats me. But I am stronger. I am my own army. I’ve got soul that’s unbreakable. You can grind me to take me down, but you can never make me give up.
I apologize for my pride’s made of diamond and gold.
So you see I have this classmate I usually talk to in class, because basically she’s as talkative as I, and we basically consume the awkward silence in the room before the professor arrives. Anyway, here’s what. We were talking stuff and that this morning, until she nonchalantly said “Mayroon pa nga akong extrang ticket para sa Avengers mamaya eh”. I was so surprised and at the back of my mind I was like “HOLY PEPPERONI! You have this so awesome thing all along!”. And then some dude went over and then said “Uyyy akin nalang!”. Tss. That fuck. So yeah, she looked into my eyes, and I gave her this DK stare. I then blurted out as if I didn’t hear the douche “Cool stuff, how’d you win it?”. She said “I didn’t, my mom’s responsible for this haha!”. So I, being the fanboy that I am, “Wow okay ah!!, ako nalang isama mo, please?!”. SO! UHM.. YEAH FUCK YEAH!! Sorry for cockblocking you, you piece of ass. And I know I promised to watch this movie with my highschool friends but.. yknow.. when opportunity comes! So we exchanged numbers, then there hello Glorietta! :D Though we did have a hard time looking for each other. Haha! And fuck, as much as I want to blabber about the movie here, I know I shouldn’t say that Iron Man…….. haha! Okay, kidding. Namatayan sya ng baterya okay? Tapos si The Hulk malnourished na. Tapos magugulat ka kung How I Met Your Mother yung showing. Kddn. Just fuckin’ round with you peeps. Haha. So anyway, we went out for a walk after, coz yknow to keep us from being obese. We again talked about things, and criticized the movie as if we have the right :) I also asked her if she could get us tickets for the upcoming American Reunion of the AP series. Kapalan na ng mukha to, bro! The streetlights seemed just like moments passing. Today’s so steaksauce happiness!
So it’s 2am now, and I’ve got two math exams for tomorrow! And I feel a lil bit guilty for watching it before my friends. I just had to write this, I am so tired though and passive, so gotta sleep! Gotta be in class tom :’)
So Mr. Tabuñar this is your 1000th Tumblr post. This one on the eve of The Avengers premiere.
Back beat, the word was on the street. Yes you’ve been off track lately. You don’t seem to be making any sense to almost anyone you talk to. This is probably one of those times when it’s bad to actually seek advice from you. You usually get caught off guard by staggering questions from people, unable to speak your thoughts into words, questions which you always wonder for answers. You little fuck, in your 1000th post this is your horoscope.
I wonder when’s the day they’re gonna throw it back to you. The other day a friend just apologized to you. Well, you say it’s actually rare to find real friends these days. By definition, people have a lot of friends. But if one comes to think of it, I bet he or she will find that he/she actually only has a few. 20, 10, 5, or 1. Because you don’t speak of just people to get by with. So yeah, there goes that irk of sadness when you realize you’re going to be apart from a friend and that you’ve got to deal with the coming shitty shits without that one vertebral body from your spine.
And all the roads we have to walk are winding. It’s been 1000 blogs and reblogs since you’ve started creating this account. You’ve been here since November 29 of 2009. Though you’re still that inconsistent mediocre writer, gramming-ispeller-wrong you used to be in Multiply. Haha. Statistically speaking that’s 877 days of blogging here with an average of 1.7 posts per 2 daysif I’m not mistaken. But of course that’s total bullshit, because hell let’s admit it, you only started actually using this account because of the heartbreak that used to be in your Blogspot circle. Plus the fact that you liked how easy it was to reblog witty things here. And if your memory serves you right, you’ve only changed your theme/layout 7 times, this one’s the 8th. Tss. 877 days, wow, that don’t seem much, but it felt like a decade if I may for exaggeration. So yeah, if you come to think of it, things do change. And across the universe, there are things that can change your world. Yeah like how 2011 sucked balls. Your self’s global position has changed, probably you and the people around you haven’t noticed that because it wasn’t televised. You cold hearted prick, suck it up and remember what rises and fall.
And then someone dropped the words "Am I the only one? The only one who wants what I’ve treasured most back?"
But of course one wouldn’t need to find eternity to know the answer. Being the cold hearted boy I used to be, even I could spill out the truth from my mouth. The sick truth. I replied “No one in love could ever be ready. But just like every of us, we take the little strength we have. That tiny and weak strength we have, and let it lead us to another life we must be in”. But heartbreak, it leaves us the shattered pieces of the past. Pieces engraved in the places we’ll start to travel. The promises that used to be for tomorrow, the laughter and love we’re supposed to still be in today. Heartbreak, that vile viper. It hunts us even in our peace. And when it bites, it poisons us with the thought of running back to the safe arms where we used to belong. It had us wishing to the stars to undo the deeds of fate, find the chances altered.
"We’ve just got to figure out the right enemy. The real path paved for you to run". But unlike the ghosts that questions me the need for rush, we can’t stay invisible.
I’ve basically told my seatmate a while ago the rest of my life story. Haha. Ok, just kidding. It would take forever to have someone to hear everything about my life story. Today we just talked about how we ended up in summer class and how life would be after this. Heck, she was really tough to bore, the kid could really listen to anything and discuss anything!!! Haha! So anyway, one of her questions struck me in boom pow, which my answer reminds me of this song. I answered her that I am actually intrigued by how my life will be when I become a third year. Since that life in UST has become different in just a span of a year. Most of the things that I loved in college is now mostly gone. Haha! Wow pare, deep exchange of stories.heavy! Kiddin’. We were just bored.
But fuck it whatever let future DK handle that, I said. I feel a brand new life in UST this summer. I’m meeting new people, and spending a lot more time with good ones. I even met a student mother, how awesome! Brand new faces in every class, and awesome professors. I even get dismissed at 3pm, way better than 7pm bitch :) I even wish I could track my freakin whereabouts this week. But of course aside from these shallow stuff, I know I’ve felt again what what if feels like. Just like the good old days. I thought I’ll only find it in LaSalle. OK! Just kidding! But of course, we could only hope for the best for the following days.
Tss, hello there summer. I think this one’s been written already. Another one of the cliches from the Derik Tabunar story. But I love it, that we’re going to live this tale again.
I want to wrap our youth and keep them out in the vast of the universe. Timeless, unending, there our youth will be forever. I want to change the locks of time. For I want these days to be still. I want these magic nights to stay alive. Heartbeats beat for the moment. Champagne showers. Our hands up to the sky, and we’ll never have to care for tomorrow. We rush to find the rush. Can we climb mountains, let us know. Live life with the angels of love and the endless death with the devils of pain. Our youth, we’ll always run. We run to maze the circles of life, but shall us never learn. Let us say we know much of everything. Dance with loaded guns to dance with the hurricanes. Burn the suburban skies. Dare the auroras to bow down. Flame a sprite to the heavens. We scream our lungs out, we pave paths to insanity. Draw neon lights to start a fight. The growing seconds will kill us, but I will tear it apart. Tomorrow halts. This is our youth, and I will entwine them to eternity.
There are still people who say: “I liked *insert whatever name here* before it got mainstream.”
You seriously think it would make you look cooler if you say that? That you’ve known something months before it got popular? Should we put a sash around you now that says: “Knew *insert name here* before everyone else did.”
We're caught within the crossfire of heaven and hell
First day of classes, and it’s actually fucking awesome! Today I felt like a freshman again :D Only that this time I have three different classes to be with. Haha! Above is my notes from my Finance class. As usual, I was bored to hell because the lesson is actually easy. Fck this, I think I’ll get unos.
Perhaps if you and I have really talked about music, you probably have an idea that I favor how the British kids sing vs any other race in the world. And with this said, yes I am totally hyped for this ANTM music video episode!
But, I’m still fucking pissed that I can’t find Ashley in the show anymore. Fuckin’ people. Who am I going to root for now. Oh, bloody hell!
I remember her, when she wore plain white tank top over a black long skirt. I remember her circle eyes. I remember her loving the sky, I remember her taste for music. I remember her walking down the stairs, meeting me halfway, our stares against each other.
But that was a long summer ago. And it’s only as far as our memories can go. My secret french girl.
So today while strolling in the grocery I saw packs and packs of condoms. And then I remembered when I was really an innocent kid. Since by that time I had nothing to amuse myself but the television, I was hooked when commercials for Frenzy condoms were dominating the ad space. So one time while my mom was buying me medicines for my fever or some sort, I happened at the Frenzy condoms the pharma store was selling, so not caring how many people were around us I yelled “UYYYYY! Frenzy condoms mommy oh?! Gusto ko nyan! Gusto ko nyan! Pili mo ako ng flavor!” then my mom all red replied in whisper “Hindi mo kailangan yan! Kailangan mo yung gamot mo ngayon, tsaka hindi pwede bilin yan”, the curious george that I am I replied yelling “EH BAKIT BAWAL BILIN YAN EH NAKIKITA NGA SA TEEBEE EH?!”. Then there, my mom grabbed our medicine from the counter and hurried me away from the pharmaceutical store.
Hahaha. I’d pay millions just to rewind the time and relive that moment. Bwahaha mom, bwahahaha!
When the night is young, and you’ve consumed your time for the night with cold ice beers with the best peers, you think. You think of hardships, you think of glories. You think of the strength you have and the amount you give to your friends, you think of your vulnerability and the power you get from them. You think of old loves, you think of the new ones. You think of people asking you to write more stories, you think of how you could write the saddest and happiest ones tonight. You think of valuable memories, you think of the hope for better ones. You think of how beginnings leave ends, you think of how ends make ends.
But then again, another bottle to sink you to sleep. Another bottle to forget everything tonight. Another one, to bridge you to peace. For tomorrow when you wake up, a brand new day awaits. New hope, new beginning. Just reach for another bottle to sink you to sleep.
And somehow, I find myself smelling the same aroma summer brings. It accompanies me at 3am of the morning, often when I sit here and think over some things. Often I think about how life is for me, how it would be, now that every plan has changed. Not that I don’t have a blueprint in mind, but I just like thinking it over and over.
I reach for some scotch, tonight I pack up my bags and take a deep breathe. This one I’ll have will be different from the rest. Tonight, I tried to write my feelings, write something worthy and with substance. But I really couldn’t choose which thought would I like to speak. So, I had nothing.
Off to Subic tomorrow. Finally, I’ll leave my life here in Manila and set off for a different life for a while.
HALA?! I wasn’t at Trinoma anytime this week? You TA-d the wrong url! Haha. JK. You mean, yesterday? Erm, thanks for informing me? You should’ve said hi! I would’ve asked you to help me finish my pizza!
Hi, tonight I’m watching this shit again. And well, it is still well scripted as it was when I left as an avid fan. I decided to watch it because I heard that Triple H would go against The Undertaker for a career-ending-match. Plus, Wrestlemania from what I could remember feels special when you watch it, even though the fake performance is not much diffy from still the same crap you can see from their weekly shows. LOL. And this could probably be the last time that I would watch it, at least for the moment. Well, duh basically because I don’t know these new fake ass niggas.
And mostly, I am watching this to feel like a kid again. Heck, the brutality and believing in this crazy shit was actually fun. And wadayaknow, aside from playing tag or shooting hoops, me and my friends back then have been playing and imitating this in gradeschool every breaktime, every dismissal. And yes, literally, we do rough wrestling, so while these actors do it in fake, we were the ones who were really doing their moves in real life. It’s the reason why I look like a disaster everytime I get fetched. Man, I’ve been a fan of this, even before I had any idea what masturbation is about. And also, in one hot afternoon back in 2003, while having a timeout with my classmates after playing wrestling, I had my first glimpse of my abs man. Mwahahaha!
Right now,talking to, or seeing the boys I used to play this thing with, feels surreal man. Shit. Look at us now. You wouldn’t have thought that those kids will ever get laid man. You might even think that we’ll be bloodseekers in the future. That was some stupid and ridiculous shit of a craze back then, but hey at least those were the most carefree and fun days of our gradeschool. Tangina, ang saya kaya. Looking back, I still can’t help myself from laughing. Shiiiiiiit. Shiiiiiiit. I hope one day, when I have son and catch him watching this stupid shit, I’ll be able to tell him about those good old days man. I guess these kind of things, they come to our life as measurements of our substance as time pass by. How much we’ve moved on from stages in our existence, how much our lives has changed.
Shiiit. Really. Shiiiiiiit. Hahahahaha. Fuck, I wonder what those grown ups were thinking while we were playing wrestling in front of them back then.
And please, say to me, you'll let me hold your hand
You can take off those jewelries now. You’re not going to need any make up today. I don’t like girls with make up anyway, I find them desperate and pathetic. We can forget about spending money for gas. We can just take a walk. Let’s just stroll around the streets today. I’m wearing this tank top so you can see how skinny I am. No wax on, my real hair is a puffy and dry one. So please, just wear that decent short and that cute simple white shirt. It’s okay if you don’t curl your hair the way I usually want it to, you can go back to that bun you’re used to. Today. You and I, please there’s no use of impressing each other.
Today, we can forget about the past. We can look ahead, but must never lose track of the present. Let’s just be ourselves. You can talk to me about absolutely everything. You can speak the way you usually speak, don’t curse if you don’t really curse. We can talk about politics, dogs, architecture, movies, anything I’m absolutely sure there’s nothing we can’t tackle. For a moment, let’s forget society. Let’s forget how we’re supposed to be together. Let go of the romance, it’s not Valentine’s today, nor do we have any anniversary to celebrate. Before anything else, let us be friends. We can untie ourselves to the power of lust. You don’t need to lure me into you, you’re a woman, not an orgasm teaser. You can tell me everything that you feel about everything, or secrets you’ve once told to someone before. I’ll tell you stories that I hope won’t bore you. I’ll tell you stories about my friends, my sisters, my flunking grades, my life in college, or anything you’d want to know. I’ll tell you about how I’m fascinated about the Catcher in the Rye when I finished it the other day, or how I’m still intrigued about Plato’s philosophy. In fact you can make me angry today to see how bad my temper really is. Let me hear your favorite songs, let me criticize you if you like hardcore rock. Let me know why you liked him, why you prefer this instead of that, or even what you think about smoking. Let me feel the memories that just randomly pop in your mind. I can show to you how you don’t need fancy dates to know a man, or to be known by a man. You don’t need chocolates, or big a bouquet of roses, fuck the romance girl. There’s no cheesy lines, I’ll show you how simple words could mean the world. How from nothing, we can still have everything as long as it’s with me. I’ll show you that there’s more to the world other than this sick game we call love. That there’s thousands of sorrows and happiness in the world that one could face that doesn’t concern love. How tomorrow we could never see each other again, but it don’t matter because we’ve lived moments together.
We can forget about cuddling, kissing, or taking advantage of the weather. But we can dance or play if we feel like it. Today, I’ll let you know about my sickness, my sickness of being able to put up with almost everything. That for however rough you are or your past is, you’ll always have a friend here to be on your side. I can be your home when you don’t have one. Today, we can forget about pretending. We’re not fated to pretend to each other. We should never. Today, we accept that the two of us have demons. And that we’ll eventually say the most harsh things to each other, or anything that can cause pain. You’ll hate me when I’m mad, and I’ll hate you for your insane demands. But no one can ever get us the same. It won’t always be perfect, but right now we just have to know, for we won’t even have to worry about that today. Today, just take off every shell for impression, and hold my hand.
So we watched The Hunger Games today :) I wasn’t able to read the book, but hey I find it real awesome! I mean for a movie, I think it’s pretty cool! And I don’t know for some reason I felt heartless because I honestly laughed when the little kid got killed man. And, and, and, what the fuck is wrong with Peeta guys? Most of the time he got me saying at the back of my mind “Man, is you stupid?”. I really wanted to get in the scene guys and help save him, and again, and again. All he did was get bruised up and pretended to be a stone.. and then later on just layed on a stone. Man, that is one dependent bitch. Must’ve left his balls inside his mother’s womb, or maybe them balls were attached to the loaf he was feeding to those pigs/chickens(lolshit i didn’t really see). Must’ve been because of his Iron Man face.. which I drew tonight in paint out of boredom.
But anyway, I had fun today! I mean lol fuck Jennifer Lawrence. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. But of course I couldn’t show how excited I was a while ago. HAHAHA! And of course, we had some good Bon Chon chicken wings.. hell yeah!!!!! I guess tonight I’ll pray for Peeta’s.. idk.. clumsiness, stupidity? Heck what’s wrong with that strange fuck :l