Balikat at braso

Hindi ganun kalaki ang mga braso’t balikat ko. Ang tsansa na matawag na fit or muscular o yung tipong gusto mong sandalan ay malayo pa sa tsansang mag-doktor ako. Pero OO, may mga nagtiyagang sumandal sa balikat ko. May highlight talaga yung MGA. (yabang men!)

Hindi ako sigurado kung gusto lang ba nila yung Bony kong balikat, hindi naman ako nagpapabango kaya crushed out na rin yung baka gusto lang nila yung amoy ko. Oh wait, baka nga! O.O

Pero hindi eh, baka nga lang talaga inaantok na talaga sila nung mga oras na yun. At ako, bilang medyo may katangkaran eh saktong sakto lang sandalan ng ulo. Men, ang swerte ko at katabi ko silang bumyahe. haha

Sabi nila, isa daw sa mga ‘errogenous zones’ ng mga lalaki ay yung balikat at braso. Kagaya ng mga labi, likod ng tenga, inner thigh, at kung ano pang naiisip mong errogenous down there. It sends signals daw to the brain and stimulates emotions of affection (?). 

Kaya naman kung mapapansin niyo, gusto naming mga kalalakihan yung hinahampas sa braso, tinatapik, hinahawakan, at syempre, sinasandalan. Kaya ingat girls, now you know.

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Alam mo yung feeling na kahit ngawit na ngawit ka na sa posisyon mo ay ayaw mo pa ring gumalaw kasi baka magising siya. Yung feeling na sana malayo pa ang rutang tahakin ng jeep para mas matagal ang moment. Alam mo yung gusto mo na ring magpanggap na tulog para masandal mo rin yung ulo mo sa ulo nya. Yung amoy na amoy mo ang bango ng shampoo /  pawis niya. Yung natitigan mo siyang nakapikit lang at mahimbing. Yung tumutulo ang laway niya!

Iba.

Iba talaga.

 

 

Hello there mga ka blog! Happy Sunday!

 

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Trolling, Got Me Thinking

 

I HATE MYSELF 

FOR LOVING YOU

NO I HATE YOU

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I woke up from an afternoon-dusk nap reading this text message. I was hungry…and puzzled. Who could possibly text me in this early hour!? Oh wait, its 8pm. Funny how I always woke up thinking it’s the morning when I slept late afternoon after work. In annoyance, and not to sound too defensive, I replied:

In as much as you do,

Trust me, I hate myself too.

But what caught me breathless was her (this time, I know it’s a girl) reply.

hahaha Hindi mo ba alam na si Alay ito? 

(hahaha Don’t you know this is Alay?)

Oh my! It’s my niece making fun of me! I got punked by an eleven year old! I thought it was my ex!

hahaha I was just riding the joke! 😀

I put my best ‘poker face’ on. On text, that is. But this 5th grader wont just end it all. Out of the blue, she replied:

If you life your heart

you wil never inlove.

That English! haha  Though grammatically wrong (and almost pointless), I came to ponder on how on earth did that occurred to her. What does she mean? What does she know about love anyway? Is she really my niece? Or just my ex pretending to be? How did she even get my number by the way?

To answer it all, I called. And called. And called. She’s not answering!  Maybe afraid I would recognize the voice?

Then, it came to me like lightning on a dark night. It’s my niece’s birthday! I almost forgot!  So that’s why. She’s asking for a gift. haha A gift huh? after all this trolling? haha But of course I will. Still.

Happy birthday Alay!

The Most Recent Nightmare

Is it really that awkward?

I kept thinking with all the possibilities of it. Me and her. Eating together. Holding hands while walking. Enjoying each other’s company. That day when we cross the boundaries of friendship. Me escaping the friendzone at last!

Day dreaming. That’s what all it is. Until it became nightmare lived.

Last night, I dreamt of that same situation. I was walking with her, hands on the shoulder, to a canteen. We were finding a table but it was all busy we chose to sit with someone. “Share a table, win a friend”, the post on the wall says. Only to find out it was her ex. The one she fell head-over-heels  with. The one who have destroyed her life…almost. Not until she pulled herself out of that pit. She came out wounded and feeling dirty from that dungeon. Even inadequate.

Waking up on a dark rainy morning,  I have begin to realize how uncomfortable it might be. Might not be as much to me, but to her. What are we gonna talk about when we already have talked about almost every topic in our lives? What’s there to discover when you already know the person from head to toe, split ends to in-grown nails? Is lack of mystery in a relationship a problem?

There’s always something to discover. You can never know a person completely. Because even he/she doesn’t know herself well enough.

Would it rather be better to have a relationship with someone you don’t know completely? It would be a big risk.

But it is a bigger risk to endanger the years of friendship we have. Why? Are we thinking of a relationship that would never work? Perhaps yes. We’re two coward fools. What is courage anyway?

At this point, Love is much complicated than solving a rubik’s cube. A song says “Love will keep us alive” yet another shouts “Too much love will kill you”!

Okay, that was all random. haha did I make sense?

When all is done and nothing’s changed. I bet it’s time. To move on.

That’s all for now.

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And this is my recent nightmare I’m hoping I could wake up from.