tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25355717063577155222024-03-13T21:41:32.752-07:00Tsang Buruka'sLet my keyboard do the talking.Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.comBlogger118125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-30879368264984925482014-04-09T17:53:00.001-07:002014-04-09T17:53:47.937-07:00aeq5rAAZFdsdDVdfhI AM FUCKING ANGRY. FUCKING ANGRY.<br />
Tangina. Tangina talaga pakshet.<br />
Ang sakit sakit tangina.<br />
Ang sakit.. parang ini-iscalpel yung dibdib ko tapos sinusuntok-suntok pa at the same time.<br />
Putangina talaga minsan ka na nga lang mainlove tangina.<br />
Putangina pano ko matatanggal tong amoy niya sa utak ko leche sakit.<br />
Ang sarap i-undo lahat pero ayoko.<br />
Pero yung sakit sana somehow medyo hindi ko maramdaman.<br />
Yung hindi kada lingon ko nakikita ko siya,<br />
pu tang ina.<br />
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<br />Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-78644499138854885632013-05-28T21:23:00.002-07:002013-05-28T21:23:22.140-07:00Huehue<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Can this
afternoon be more cliché? The rain is pouring, my heart is breaking, I’m all
alone in the house, and I can’t decipher my own thoughts. I’ve been emotionally
constipated for I no longer remember, and I don’t know if there’s something
wrong with that, neither do I know if it’s in any chances right. I don’t feel
anything at all and I have no idea how to feel and what to feel on certain circumstances
anymore. It’s like my emotional switch has been turned off. I feel like I’m
stuck and I feel the need for a long walk to somewhere or a bus ride to
only-god-knows-where. I used to be so jolly and talkative, and in an
I-don’t-know-how trick, I became the complete opposite of the person I was
once. I don’t feel like going out with my friends, don’t like talking to others
about how I feel (because none of them do really listen and they would just
rather tell me to shrug it off and tell me to start to visit places outside my
cave), don’t feel like catching up with what’s going on with their lives
(because I don’t want them to catch up with mine). I just want to travel alone.
Try to figure out things in life, try to you know, see better with all these clouds
above my head. I want to be in a different place, with a different culture, to
be surrounded by different people who have no single idea who I am, and just be
a different person. I want to be in a place where I can run naked on the street
and no one will give a damn, a place where I can lie down beneath the stars and
no one will think that I’m just wasting my time, a place where there’s winter
and fall and spring, a place where I can ink my skin of Bieber’s face, a
Japanese translation of Harlem Shake, and no one will tell me I’m gross, judge
me that I’m a drug addict, a whore or a herpes carrier and no one will have an
estimation of my IQ Level based on my physique. Not that I really care of
whatever people say, just for once, I just wanted to be myself, without any
norms checking out on me every fucking time. I know life is no chick flick, it
goes from horror to comedy to musical and you just can’t pick for yourself and
I know going to different places will not suddenly bring me to realization of whatever
I’m trying to unravel, but I know it’s a good start, and I want it more than
anything to start now. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-66779496711350769372013-05-06T03:51:00.001-07:002013-05-06T03:51:46.096-07:00Fuck.<div style="text-align: justify;">
I'm not much of a talker, I rant but only inside my head for reasons that 1) I don't like people misunderstanding my thoughts 2) I don't like talking 3) misunderstanding would be followed by explaining that involves a lot of talking 4) I kind of hate everyone 5) no one really understand most of my rants. I'm not an escapist, a hipster or whatsoever, I just like my preferences and I enjoy doing things without any attachment from no one. I'm not trying to be deep or to be flowery or to be mysterious as what people often regard about my ways. I am what i'm comfortable to be, it doesn't involve warm hi's and hello's, it doesn't have a sneak peek of an impending friendship yet to come, I am harsh and cold and i'm not going to follow it with buts because i'm harsh and cold with no buts. I became this person with no stimulus from the past and this is not a phase, this is me and i am not a phase. </div>
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This is me breathing, doing stuffs i like, writing for things i adore, reading books I want, living life my way. This is too long for a fuck i know, but i'm giving them once and for all. This is me giving a fuck, a one paragraph of a fuck i don't give a fuck giving. Take this in, throw it out, have this thing in any ways you want. Question me about my distance, question me about my coldness, question me about the doors and windows i shut down, question me about my meekness, question me about every weirdness you found in me because i'm abnormal and you're average, question me about everything and brace yourself for fucks i wont give. Dear, i already did, and i will do it only once. </div>
Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-39341267691200304942013-02-18T06:47:00.001-08:002013-02-18T06:49:03.994-08:00To you.To you who wander in this hideous place as often as you could,<br />
things in here are just fragments of my demented mind.<br />
Read them, but never let them sap your hopes for thou,<br />
nor let them belie the beautiful springs my stories have taught you.<br />
I am no more than a giddy child frantic about everything,<br />
and I hope you can wield your affection and still see through me.<br />
My tongue is sometimes as sharp as a dagger,<br />
my mind is sometimes as dither as the weather.<br />
But I know in deepest abbeys of my soul, I am besotted in you.<br />
And I never had the chance to tell you I do.<br />
So, to you who wander in this hideous place as often as you could,<br />
things in here are just fragments of my demented mind.<br />
Read them, but never let them sap your hopes for thou,<br />
nor let them belie the beautiful springs my stories have taught you.<br />
They are real, were real.<br />
But only if you believe in them.<br />
- J.<br />
<br />Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-70916155957646895602013-02-18T06:34:00.001-08:002013-02-18T06:34:16.156-08:00REVERIES <br />
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It’s 4.30 in the morning, and I‘m
sitting on my bed, thinking of ways I can find someone who is utterly
unearthly, has a mystic power, breath-takingly handsome and is meant to take me
to wherever journey he has to go, to unravel the hollows in his life and to
introduce me to things I would never have thought of. Pretty haywire I know,
never in my life will I escape reality, so instead, I’m merging two worlds in
one. </div>
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There is this boy in my school,
and his stares felt like he’s going to devour me right on the very spot and I
won’t mind. His eyes are the coldest I’ve ever seen, and everything about him
shouts peril and cavalier, but since then, I forgot how to decipher such signs.
He doesn’t know his face is the same face in my daydreams, he doesn’t know I’ve
already kissed him a thousand times, he doesn’t know he almost hit the second
base, he doesn’t know we’ve already sailed through the Caribbean, he doesn’t
know we’ve already spent a summer at the Cote d’ Azure, he doesn’t know he’d
promised to marry me for an infinity of reincarnation, he doesn’t know he had
already slew numbers of Numa to save me, he doesn’t know he had already threw
himself to a herd of Lost Souls for me to escape, he doesn’t know he’d been
almost killed by Raveners when he rescued me from a fight, he doesn’t know he
will beat the odds only for us to be together he doesn’t know he loves me, he
doesn’t know I love him.</div>
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In my head, our love gets
stronger as days pass. In my head we are each other’s antidote. He doesn’t know
all of this and I’m sure he will never do, but at least in my head I love him,
and he loves me more. </div>
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Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-24865301312511635972013-01-12T00:51:00.001-08:002013-01-12T00:51:42.824-08:00Random thoughts<br />
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So okay, I’ve always wanted to
escape the reality, and I’m trying to escape it but reality’s just reality and
I’m stuck in it since magic, elves, witches, wizards, nephilims, revenants,
shadow hunters and demigods are just all fictional, and so is the world I
always imagine when I’m psychologically withdrawn. Not that I find reality kind
of boring (but mostly it is), but for me it is the most scary thing in the
universe, more scarier than slaying dragons, six-armed ogres, 30 ft tall
Cyclops, a pack of wolves, and numas. </div>
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Sometimes, okay, often, I imagine
that I’ll find a black hole and because of my curiosity, I’ll scrutinize it,
I’ll fall, I’ll black out, and the moment I wake up, I’ll be surrounded by mom,
dad and my pesky sister and they’ll have this cute pointed ears (‘course except
for me because I’m the dude of the story and also except for my dad) and I’ll
jump off my feet to know that we’re in a very beautiful world of elves and my
mom’s the queen and my father, an angel (who have granted the will to love an
elf and to stay in her world) making me and my sister a half-angel, half-elf
(but the elfish thing runs on my
sister’s blood stronger than the angel thing so she has a pointed ear and me,
the complete equilibrium of the two) and that we lived in the world of mortals
to prepare me for the battle of my life. </div>
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Also, our mortal house is on
either France or Los Angeles. Then, they will have to leave me in the mortal
world since my Mom’s the queen and she has the responsibility to look over her
peaceful and beautiful kingdom and my sister, she can go on either of the
worlds and I can’t (because of a prophecy I’m still making up) and my father,
he has a job on the angel kingdom (but it’s only an eight hour shift so he goes
home after) and me, I’m still going to my university and by the way I’m on my
senior year taking up AB Literature. </div>
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Bit by bit, I’m going to discover
my powers and they are as follows:</div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span>Healing – since my mother’s an elf making her also,
one of the leaders of the four elements, and she has the earth element, and
since our body is made of metal elements she can regenerate any wounds, bruises
and the sorts and so can I.</div>
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<!--[endif]--> Levitation – I acquired this one on my father
but unlike him, I have no wings (because it would be a hassle if the enemy will
pare it, or if I’m flying in narrow spaces, and also because I’m just a
half-angel.)</div>
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<!--[endif]--> Charm Speaking – This one’s from my mother,
through my words, I can urge people to do things I want. (but I’m not going to
use this for evilness, hello, the dude of the story). I’m going to use this
towards my enemies and maybe to civilians who would see crazy stuffs of my
world.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]-->Invisibility – this one’s from my father, since
angels act as guides, they’re with mortals but they don’t see them. But this
power of mine won’t work towards my number one nemesis (which means I have
other nemesis too).</div>
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<!--[endif]--> Nature
pheromone – This, I got it from my mom. This ability would enable me to talk to
everything and everyone in the nature.</div>
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<!--[endif]--> Amazing fighting skill – and this, I don’t know
where I got it, so it is another mystery I have to unravel.</div>
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And my most fatal
power, I’m still working on that.</div>
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Sooner or
later, I’ll discover that there are other kids like me (but not half-angel,
half-elf, some of them are daughters and sons of the fire, air, water element,
good witches, and wizards but unlike me,
they’re half-mortal), and there’s like 8
of us. We go to the same school, and accidentally we are going to discover each
other’s identity. Our greatest foe will be Lucian’s legion, he’s this crazy
right hand of Satan that aims on overthrowing his boss if he will destroy
equilibria, the seed of equilibrium.</div>
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Myths says
that, anyone who can destroy equilibria will have this power no one can fathom
the boundary. And the reason behind why God had entrusted the seed of
equilibrium to the world is for all the habitants of the earth to work together
as one, to maintain equality and peace, so technically it serves as an anchor
to all things, either bad or good. But equilibria is not a literal seed, but
rather an offspring of two individuals that call for earth and heaven, angel
and elf, and equilibria is within me, or much to better say, I am equilibria. (Mygash, this is going exciting)</div>
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Me and my
friends will work hard to unknot this vague and almost impossible to unfold
prophecy, only to find out that what we’re looking for has always been within
me (and like any other books, enemies know it already and we’re dead). And of
course, I’m going to meet someone (squeal), Lucian’s only son, Daemon. He has
this ebony hair that drops smoothly on his shoulder when he brushes it with his
fingers, he has the eyes of impossible blue, green and hints of olives, he has
this jaw and nose carved to perfection, skin of that someone who surfs, tanned
but just enough, you know the sexy kind of tan and a voice that is effortlessly
husky and hot. </div>
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And I’ll fall
for him, but I have to control my feelings because hello, he’s obviously the
enemies trap a hot trap, and I have this big quest I should do or else we’re
all doomed.</div>
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Daemons
Lucian’s only son, and he’s mother is a beautiful mortal. When he was still
little, his mother took care of him, and they live on the mortal world.
Daemon’s mother is a very beautiful movie star, and she fell in love with
Lucian. She left everything she has when she gave birth to daemon to tend on
his every need, and to watch him grow and be the person she wishes him to be.
But when his mother found out that Lucian’s not a human, she take daemon with her
to hide him from his father’s selfish plans, but she’s just a mortal, Lucian
killed him, and erased daemon’s memories of her mother.</div>
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With Daemon
wants to impress his father, and to finally give him attention and recognize
him as his son, he’ll do everything his father commands him. Even when it means
finding equilibria, the girl she never thought she’ll fall for (that’s me
haha), and the girl who will fix each and every piece of the lost memories of
his mother. </div>
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Equilibria
anchors everything good and bad, and the world’s impending doom will only be
preempted, if good and bad will work together as one. Can they face this
calamitous battle? Can they see through the meaning of the prophecy? Can their
love save equilibria? </div>
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Haha, now
that’s an article. :) </div>
Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-64343179844554107762013-01-12T00:47:00.000-08:002013-01-12T00:47:04.734-08:00For My Dearest Matt<br />
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You’re a stranger yet my feelings for you are all
familiar.</div>
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Like we’ve already spend a warm summer together.</div>
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Like I memorized the sound of
your laughs and sobs.</div>
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Like you have me once, and I
have you.</div>
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Your stares felt like they
bored through me a million times</div>
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Your lips felt like it had
touched mine for countless mornings</div>
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Your hair, it seemed like I
have brushed them with my fingers before</div>
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You’re a stranger yet you’ve
had my heart completely awed.</div>
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The color of your eyes, it’s
the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen</div>
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And somewhat, I feel like they
are for me to stare at forever.</div>
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I can feel your heartbeat yes
I can,</div>
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And somehow, I know it’s
completely congruent with mine.</div>
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I don’t know if it’s only the
caffeine</div>
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Or I’m barely losing my mind,
and god, my heart</div>
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But you’re a stranger yet my feelings for you are all
familiar</div>
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Like you have my heart once,
and I have yours.</div>
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Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-1276937791353992692013-01-03T21:20:00.002-08:002013-01-03T21:20:31.480-08:00Band Cover<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Uh, I have a band for almost 4 years now but we're not actually active and we seldom see each other. But, we still visit studios and play together. This one's our cover of the song What's up by the late 90's band 4non blondes. Kat's on the drum, Kc's on the lead, Jadee's on the bass and me, on the rhythm and vocal. We're just amateurs so pardon for the unclean cover. :></div>
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<br />Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-88416450823280220332013-01-03T07:15:00.001-08:002013-01-03T07:22:12.365-08:00Libido.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="text-align: start;">Well, it's already 10:30 pm, i'm bored and i don't want to sleep yet sooo, i'm going to post pictures of random guys i slept with, blah blah blah and here they are.</span></div>
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They're Matt Bomer, Alex Pettyfer, Wade Poezyn, Tanner Patrick, Aaron Johnson, Alexander Rodriguez, Dennis O'neil and Andy Sixx not on the exact order. And Matt Bomer's my current man. Geez, in my dreams. *swoon<!--3--><!--3-->Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-87144104330899029832013-01-03T04:26:00.001-08:002013-01-03T04:26:11.904-08:00People<br />
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They curse</div>
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And they’re both pesky.</div>
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Just some random pictures i took with my phone. I don't know, I just don't have anything in mind and since this blog's mine, I believe I am subject for a right to post whatever I want to even if it includes my hideous face. And the Mang Inasal photo, I don't usually took photos of my foods, but I did with that one, since i'm too tired that moment of devouring my third rice and if i ate it like a tornado is going to hit me from the back, i'll puke. So yeah. I'm not going to discuss the other photos anymore, they're not going to be hanged on the museums anyway.<br />
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And also, I've read Cathryn Fox's Hotline and Cheyenne McCray's Forbidden Magic. The both of them are nevertheless, EROTIC. Here's a photo of a page I captured. :P<br />
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Hotline by Cathryn Fox.Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-86677629907531429342012-12-23T16:48:00.001-08:002013-01-01T07:28:17.706-08:00Narcolepsy<br />
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I woke up in shallow chitters</div>
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It’s 3 am and there’s nothing but darkness</div>
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And the thin membrane of vulnerability</div>
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I tried to lulled myself to sleep, my mind failed me.</div>
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I plugged earpiece to my auricles</div>
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Rather, it filled me with abstract emotions</div>
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Ghosts of the past had come back.</div>
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I’m drenched with raw pathetic emotions</div>
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My blanket, soaked with melancholy</div>
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From childhood to now, I’m afraid of nightmares</div>
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But tonight, I’d rather be swallowed by one.</div>
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A cold wind drained my blood in a rush</div>
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My head felt the jitter from a catapult</div>
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My heart somersaulted in my chest</div>
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I leaped from the bed and from the reality.</div>
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It wasn’t just a dream,</div>
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You’re not on my side, and you’ve never been.</div>
Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-35723099086225150382012-12-23T06:44:00.001-08:002012-12-24T21:59:12.586-08:00ComaI woke up with the sunlight stinging my eyes. My body had recuperated enough, but my mind's restless. I dragged the blanket to cocoon myself to its calming softness. I looked at the clock, it's 10 in the morning and my feet tingle with pain. <br />
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The weather's joyous, it's a good day for wandering,but walking is the list thing on my list. I grabbed for my phone but it's out of my reach and i'm otiose enough to extend an arm. I burrowed my face to my pillow, my hair smelled of vanilla and morning fog. If it's just any ordinary day, i'm already groomed and face-slumped into a book, but this day's no ordinary, so is last night. <br />
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I squeezed my pillow against my thumping heart, 10 minutes more and i'm going to kiss the day good morning, but while my mind's still nuzzling with the solitariness it ironically enjoys, i'm going to drift away from the reality and french kiss the cosmic world i hold dear.Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-17171809176076637322012-12-21T07:59:00.000-08:002012-12-21T07:59:12.090-08:00Book Review: Perfect Chemistry by Simon Elkeles<br />
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I just finished reading ‘Perfect Chemistry’ by Simon
Elkeles, and it was, I can’t find words to describe it, oh my gosh it’s just so
damn good. And I’m still crying up to this very moment. I didn’t expect it to
turn out to be captivating, and hilarious, and heart stomping and thrilling,
all at the same time. It’s like a mash-up of all my favorite flavors in one ice
cream. Funny thing the male lead has the same surname as I do, Alejandro
Fuentes and he is HOOOOOT that I felt somewhat awkward reading my last name on the
book. *giggles</div>
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At first, I thought
it was just another teenage book that circles on typical ups and downs of being
a teenager and being in a relationship but I was totally wrong, it was pieces
of blatant reality, weaved to a book. </div>
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The male lead Alejandro Fuentes is a gang member who has
this badass reputation that his schoolmates won’t even dare to look him in the
eye, or else they’ll get in to a not so pretty situation. It was the memory of
his father’s death that made him resentful of everything about life. He is
surely not the kind of guy your mother would allow you to date or even be
friends with, but surely the kind of guy that made girls swoon despite his
belligerent façade. </div>
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It was his senior year and he just planned on playing it
cool until graduation and then whatever will be will be, until one day in a
Chemistry subject, he was partnered with the school princess, Brittany Ellis
and everything just changed beyond his heart’s control. Brittany Ellis is the
perfect blonde princess of the school, she is the envy of any girl. On the
outside, she’s just as perfect as a fragile snowflake, a pretty face, a body to
die for, a smartass, a quarter back boy friend and a very well off family but
on the inside, she’s a warrior fighting for her personal battles.</div>
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As the two of them get to hate, get to know and get to adore
each other’s concealed flaws, they will just found themselves madly in love
with each other. And I found myself in love with the both of them as well. It
was a very great story, probably one of the few books that have etched into my
heart. One negative thing about the book, it had raised my expectation about
love and now I don’t know if I’ll ever have the chance to get married. Great
book, poor me.</div>
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Too young to get serious</div>
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Too old to play</div>
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I’m probing for a middle ground</div>
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Yet I grasped none.</div>
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I fidgeted my brain with countless tap</div>
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Wishing for it to puke rainbows and unicorns</div>
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I sauntered on levitation</div>
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And everything fell in a slow-mo of cliché</div>
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I myself is baffled with my thoughts</div>
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Until I lost track of my own motifs</div>
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Oblivion and its pungent taste, melted in my tongue</div>
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Sure I’m going to puke neither unicorns nor rainbows</div>
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But more likely a buttery goo of pride and ignominy</div>
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I stare back to my paper</div>
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It sees the pit I try to conceal</div>
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Between my finger and pen are the things I enshroud</div>
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And they stay where I left them.</div>
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Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-41962771003886672802012-12-21T07:33:00.000-08:002012-12-21T07:33:02.320-08:00Phantasm<br />
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Like the drizzles of rain in my roof</div>
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he becharmed my heart in utter silence</div>
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No matter how I focus to the softness</div>
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of the bed against my skin</div>
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my mind wanders to him.</div>
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His touch felt like summer</div>
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and I can hear the crackles of leaves</div>
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as my body tingles in his soft caress</div>
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His minty breath against my neck</div>
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sends chills down my spine</div>
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that it’s too impossible</div>
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not to combust with delight </div>
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His dark eyes that burns with fondness</div>
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Trembles my knees for desire</div>
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We are each other’s counter poison</div>
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And I thirst for him as much as he does for me,</div>
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So I thought.</div>
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He is nowhere to be seen</div>
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His scent faded, so is his arms wrapped around me.</div>
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I pushed his thoughts on the corner of my head</div>
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I tried hard not to burst with tears.</div>
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But like the drizzles of rain in my roof</div>
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he becharmed my heart in utter silence</div>
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of the bed against my skin</div>
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for the millionth time, my mind wanders to him.</div>
Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-37042381304846558022012-12-13T05:38:00.001-08:002012-12-13T05:38:12.569-08:00My Head.<br />
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My head’s clouded by thoughts I
can’t separate from the dense pieces of abstracts. I feel lost, and alone. I
have this longing inside my heart I can’t figure out. All I know is, I’m tired
and I have to bleed what my heart’s weeping every second of its waking hours,
or else I’ll pass out for good or if not, go insane. </div>
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I observe the world not as a
routine to kill time or to contemplate what the philosophy books have taught me,
but rather to see through the overt, pricking through the obvious and conclude
the concealed other things beneath the surface. And what I have seen skew my
perception, making me ponder of how dissimilar the people I just knew from the
people I thought they were. As I have tried to live my life the way I used to,
people, incognizant or deliberately, starts to peel away from the costumes they
adorned with glamour and pesky pretentious. “The shows over”, I thought to
myself, only to find that everything’s just a warm up and the show has just
begun. </div>
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Everything in this world is
subject to change, whether they like it, they don’t like it, or they don’t
know. Life, is not staying in one place for the rest of your earthly definition
of eternity, not even going from place to place to give justice for why we have
to eventually turn to ashes and remnants only utile to the lowest species this
world has, when all our years, we strive to <i>carpe
diem</i> by finding the fictional stair towards self-actualization. I myself
will also be swallowed by this world one day, but my thoughts wouldn’t dive
with me, six feet below the earth.</div>
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People doesn’t change overnight,
they change in the speed of light. I have tried hard to avoid change, but just
like others, it struck me like a thunder with a wind as its disguise. I savored
it for, I no longer can measure. It consumed me, it’s ecstatic, and every fiber
in me felt like it effloresce into something invincible yet naïve. From the
moment the phylogeny is through, I wished it never happened at the very first
place. </div>
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I am changing together with the
people, with the world and everything in between. Every day is a fashion show
of ‘how-long-can-you-pull-together-that-sanity-of-yours’, and the world’s long
pavements are the runway. Everyone around me is a stimulus to my impending many
changes yet to come, likewise, I am theirs. But, I still can’t figure out why
some of the people I value and <i>almost </i>love,
decided to change and eventually leave me hanging in the air, when I never gave
them any stimuli condescending to their egos. Next to my first fear dying, is
my fear of oblivion, and they had just served it fresh from the oven, right in
front of my face. </div>
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I trust too much, that’s my
biggest flaw. I trust them because I care for them, and I want to give myself
the opportunity to devour to a friendship I can watch and screw life with, only
to find that, we’re not on the same leaf, people change, and they just did.
Sure, vulnerability is not my cup of tea, and it’ll never be, but I will never
be tired of gambling. I’ll die one day, and I’ll be forgotten, two of my fears
entwined in one, and just as my observations, my thoughts, my beliefs and my
argues evaporate together with my footsteps, I know I have lived my life under
none of the many roofs of people’s how it should be, but my own. </div>
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This journey is still long,
longer I hope. So for now, I will keep pacing, and will still keep observing.</div>
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I want to grow old, I mean grow older. Not that I’m bored
with my life or with the people and places I know. I just want to expand my
horizon, get out of my shell, pack all the strength I have saved for all these
years, and march my own pace. </div>
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I want to go to France. I feel like there is something or
perhaps someone out there waiting for me. Well if there’s none, I don’t care.
For once and for all, I just want to be free, and France, is the only place I
know, perfect for my escape. </div>
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Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-29393984713789826492012-08-05T00:00:00.003-07:002012-08-05T00:00:49.817-07:00Hello Stranger<br />
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He’d been always there for me a
countless times, and I believe I was just blinded by all the aches that I have
mended my defenses way too invincible to the point of being numb. I gave him coldness, he gave me warmth. I
gave him sarcasm, he gave me sweetness. I gave him rejection, he gave me
acceptance. I gave him all the reasons that can dismay his affection, he
embraced all my flaws. He is a stranger who patiently listened to all my
sentiments, a stranger who sincerely sympathized to my miseries. I know I
became selfish, I know I became rude, I even became lax. But the more I insist
him to give up his feelings for me, the more scared I become that, um he will
do so. I was jailed in a relationship that gone no further than just, leaving
me with no reasons to love again. I felt used, smothered. </div>
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That would be pathetic of me to
fall for the same trick the second time around.
But, there is something in him that’s making me want to try falling in
love, once again. His word makes me feel secured, like his every sentences was
a security blanket for me. I know it’s weird but, I can feel his sincerity
despite not seeing him yet. I don’t know if he loves me for real, but I guess
life’s just a matter of taking a try for whatever it will offer you on the
table, and I am ready for anything now.</div>
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I want to spend my every day
mocking and teasing him, this is so rude of me but, my day’s just isn’t
complete without me bullying him. Like it’s my way of saying, that I am the
only one who has the authority to do those things to him. Selfish and nefarious
it may seem, but it’s just one weird way of mine in making people feel that
they have a special place in my heart.</div>
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I’m not the sweetest girl in the
world, im not even sweet, but I want to cuddle with him all day long, I want to
hold his hands as I play with his fingers in a midst of a crowd, I want to fall
asleep in his arms, I want to be so close to him that I can hear his every
breath already. I want to argue with him about random things, I want to face
each and every fear I have, with him smiling behind me, I want to walk anywhere
with him as we lose track of the time, I want to fight with him about silly
stuffs, cry for infinitesimal reasons, part ways, then realize that all we have
is the both of us, kiss like it was the very first, love like it was the only
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But, I’m not still strong enough
to own him and the possibility of losing him anytime. I know we’ll get there
someday too, but now, I am just so happy that I met him. And for me, that will
always be enough.</div>
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I have spent my weeks reading these books by Amy Plum. At first, i was skeptical of even glancing at its very first page, i'm not a fan of romance novels and thought i would never be, but as i have read the first few pages of the book, I was caught off-guard, I gagged for it, drooled for it, and breathed on its every momentum, and now i feel that it is a part of me.<br />
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I am frantically a hopeless romantic person, i would never deny that, and this book had all the right words, people and circumstance written to bleed what exactly i am fantasizing for myself.<br />
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Kate Beamont Mercier and Vincent Delacroix's love story has became the major motion picture playing in my mind as i enter my fictional world whenever i have the chance to. It just not become a habit, but an addiction, and i'm ecstatic every now and then.<br />
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Kate's profound affection for art and everything under the umbrella of all the things weird and quirky a normal 17 year old girl would never put herself into, has always been congruent with mine. And she being the <i>life</i> of an undead too good too be true supposedly 80 year-old revenant but was trapped on a body of a 19 year old way too gorgeous guy, has come on my senses delicious by default.<br />
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I know they're not real. But at least with them and their story, i can find my reverie.<br />
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I can't wait for the trilogy (If I Should Die), despite having me not want the story to have its end still very frolic of what would happen next.<br />
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Paris, France. I will go there someday too. Insane it may sound, but I am going to find my own kate-vincent love story there. :))))<br />
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<br />Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-62710602149841898272012-05-14T23:09:00.000-07:002012-05-14T23:09:01.378-07:00I was once a writer<br />
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The back view of the shirt my
school paper adviser gave me, 5 years ago. She bought it during the Calabarzon
School Press Conference on 2008. I failed to make it to the Regionals that is
why she just bought me a shirt as a token of gratitude instead. I garnered 5<sup>th</sup>
place during the Division School Press Conference in Feature Writing, and
technically I am really legible to proceed to the Regionals since the rule says
that the top 7 of each category are the ones that will be chosen, but the rule
also says that only one student per school, of each category can pursue to the
Regionals, and unfortunately, my fellow Stentor (our English publication)
writer bagged the 4<sup>th</sup> place, making me off of the list. It sucked,
it really does. To have you realize that you’ve outshined the other 70 + writer
from different school, and that the only competitor you need to obstruct came
from one of your colleague, a total disappointment. I lost the chance, leaving
me thinking every night of what might have been.</div>
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But its 5 years now, and I’m over
it. Haha, my only point is that I just want to share the picture. So there you
have it. Pardon for the drama :)</div>Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-84900675482226901042012-05-14T23:03:00.003-07:002012-05-14T23:03:51.129-07:00A Human Pickle<br />
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So I am pickled inside the house,
not going anywhere for a month, aside from my bed, the kitchen and the
bathroom. This might not be as exciting (no excitement at all) as how school
vacation supposed to be, but I am happy though. I am a lazy cat. I can spend my
entire day just sleeping, so this is really fulfilling for me despite how
exciting it is to be outdoor during the summer. I am a home dude, and I am
having my summer the best it can be. This is not just about making an excuse
for having no allowance for me to avail the getaway I want, hahaha, even if I do
have the money, I’ll still prefer to stay at home and maybe just spend every
peso I have with burgers, and fries, and ice creams, and perhaps sleep again. Vacation
Grande my style. :)</div>Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-89072867172972322172012-05-14T22:58:00.001-07:002012-05-14T22:58:27.656-07:00Just some pictures of me :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2BE3HhyphenhyphenCT66GRo0_thtPT4CHMMs0BBq9FzsyFZ3xW05LaUtqMo3kCaWWedYpFL2x_jMdJmyvlak-Jr9fppVIGm38VJMFvBOfCBV7HzSWz43E-Z4KnhTlq0CB5SZh3-4gyazU3XM1lCWD/s1600/For+Blog+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2BE3HhyphenhyphenCT66GRo0_thtPT4CHMMs0BBq9FzsyFZ3xW05LaUtqMo3kCaWWedYpFL2x_jMdJmyvlak-Jr9fppVIGm38VJMFvBOfCBV7HzSWz43E-Z4KnhTlq0CB5SZh3-4gyazU3XM1lCWD/s320/For+Blog+(2).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I just want to share them. :)))))</div>Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-66432964998844634832012-05-04T21:46:00.000-07:002012-05-04T21:46:03.964-07:00Cute Neighbors :D<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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2 new neighbors :)</div>
<br />Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535571706357715522.post-27595370510887493132012-05-04T21:35:00.001-07:002012-05-04T21:35:49.016-07:00At dun nagtatapos ang 2 years at 5 months.<br />
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Broken hearted ako. Kaya eto, tinatamad na akong magsulat o
maski makinig ng mga tugtuging tila nangaasar pa. Hays, totoo ngang pagdating
sa pag-ibig e wala tayong kadala-dala. Nasaktan ka na nga dati, nasaktan pa
ulit sa pangalawang pagkakataon, tapos ngayon eto nanaman, paulit-ulit lang,
parang remix na plaka, alam mo ng paulit-ulit lang yung lyrics e kanta ka pa
din ng kanta. E ganun talaga kasi siguro ang buhay, kapag ang puso ang nadali,
kahit anong nadala na ako kemerut mo e kapag tinamaan ka, e tinamaan ka talaga.
Hindi uubra ang pa-manhid at my amnesia girl effect mo lalo kapag nakita mo na
siya. </div>
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Tsk. 2 years and 5 months din yun dude eh. Hindi yun
simpleng MU lang. Akala ko nga siya na e. Mantakin mo ba namang pinaplano na
namin ( sige kadalasan ako lang ) yung magiging buhay namin pagkasal na kami,
kung ilan ang magiging anak namin tsaka magiging pangalan nila. Akala ko
truelove na, yun pala isa din lang pala sa mga napakaraming komersyal na
mapapanuod ko bago yung pelikula. Binonggahan pa sa special effects komersyal
lang pala.</div>
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Kung minahal ko ba siya? E oo naman, sobra sobra. Kaya nga
hanggang ngayon e umaasa pa rin akong marerealize niyang hindi niya pala kayang
mawala ako, na pwede naman pala niyang punan yung mga pagkukulang niya at ganun
din ako, na kami pala talaga ang para sa isa’t-isa, na hindi na niya ako ulit
iiwan kahit anong problema o hindi pagkakaintindihan pa ang dumating saming
dalawa. Pero asa naman ako, kung hindi ako nagkakamali, e siya ang pinakamanhid
na nakilala ko sa buong buhay ko. Daig pa ang bato kung makadedmabels sa mga
argues ko nung kami pa. Kaya nga kami naghiwalay e. Dahil sa sobrang manhid
nya, nahawa na ako. Wala siyang pakialam, ako din. Nagkalasan na lang.</div>
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Hindi naman ako nagsisising naging kami. Minahal naman niya
ako e, hindi nga lang halata. Siguro
namimiss ko lang siya kaya gantong nagkokorni-kornihan ako. Pero katulad ng
alak, balang araw isusuka ko din siya. Mawawala din ang tama ko. Oo na, baduy
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At dun nagtatapos ang 2 years at 5 months.</div>
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<br /></div>Tsang Buruka.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598634125902505118noreply@blogger.com0