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Wholesome and gay

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Isang araw sa Davao City, pumasok si Tikboy sa isang barbershop malapit sa City Hall upang magpagupit. Pagpasok niya, walang customer sa loob. Nakita niya ang isang matandang barbero na nagbabasa ng newspaper. Ang headlines – “De Lima, Walked Out From Senate Hearing”.

Barbero: Magpapagupit ka sir?

Tikboy: Oo, kol. (Kol, short for Uncle/Manong, tawagang ginagamit mostly ng mga bisaya)

Barbero: Dito ka umupo sir. Anong gupit ang gusto mo?
Tikboy: Yung “barber’s cut” lang.

Habang ginugupitan si Tikboy, naaliw siya sa pakikipag-usap sa matanda.

Tikboy: Grabe ‘yung hearing kagabi noh? Nagsigawan na sila. Nag walk-out si De Lima.

Barbero: Oo nga eh. Parang circus.

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"MAY CAR KASI"

Isang beses natripan kong gumawa ng bagong account pero as a dummy account lang. Naisip ko kasing igood time yung gf ko at ichachat ko siya. Syempre kumuha ako ng gwapong lalaki as my profile pic then nagsimula nako sa plano ko. Inadd ko si gf then wala pang 5 minutes inaccept kagad ako at sympre chinat ko sya.
NV:
Ako: Hi po, thanks sa pag accept.
Siya: Welcome.
Ako: Taga san ka po?
Siya: *, ikaw?
Ako: Hala paarehas lang po tayo. Gusto nyo po meet tayo in person?
Siya: Hmm may car kaba?
Ako: Yup, bakit po? *Kunware*
Siya: Siyempre para makapag gala gala tayo.
Ako: So payag ka po?
Siya: Hmm sige hehe. May car ka naman, mabilis mo lang ako mahahatid samin.
Ako: *Nainis* Pero baka naman may boyfriend ka? Baka magalit un?
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In my 18 years in this planet, NEVER EVER kong ginustong magbigay ng piso sa mga pulubi. Yung mga maglalagay ng sobre sa lap mo habang nasa jeep ka, o yung mga kakalabit sayo habang naglalakad ka. Para kasi sa'kin, mas ginagawa mo silang tamad. Mas gusto kong bigyan yung mga nagbebenta ng sampaguita, o mga nangangalakal, at least sila may effort.

Pero this beggar, in Ayala, really hurt me, sagad sa buto yung tama sakin.

Dala dala ko yung gym bag ko with my clothes and a bottle of water, tapos backpack cuz I'd be going UP na after. Nasa Ayala Ave ako nun, then I was going upstairs to the MRT station tapos may matandang lalaki na binoblock yung half ng space sa hagdanan.

*Ano ba naman to, nanghihingi na nga lang, nakaharang pa.*

Dahil nagmamadali si ateng nasa likuran ko, nabangga ako, then nahulog ko yung hindi ko malilimutang Summit mineral bottle ko dun sa lampin ni Manong Beggar.

Napansin ko yung mata ni Manong Beggar. Yung isang eyeball niya, bulag na. Tapos yung isa naman, parang may cataract or something sa mata. Mga 40% na lang siguro yung eyesight ni manong.

Tapos kinapa ni manong yung nasa lampin niya. Kukunin ko na sana yung bote, kaso bigla siyang umiyak! Parang bata!

Nagulat ako, pati yung mga taong nasa paligid namin. Tuwang tuwa si manong dahil sa tubig. Akala niya bingyan ko siya ng tubig, pero hindi. I was about to get it but I couldn't. Hindi magawa ng puso ko na kunin yung bottle.
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BLACK STIMULATION

I woke up one morning chilling and shivering. I pulled the blanket up to my chin, but still the coldness I felt didn’t even subside. The morning air is damp, wet, and lingering.

When I transferred my gaze outside, tiny droplets of water are dripping on the glass window. I embraced myself for a while and rubbed my own skin, generating heat. But that only gave me cravings for a much tingling sensation.

And then I thought of you…with all longing, passion, and aching with desire. I looked around and suddenly muttered something frustrating when I realized that you are not here…but felt excited instantly when I remembered that you are just on the other side of the house…waiting for me to wake up.

I walked on tip-toe and went to the dining room, where I knew you stay often while waiting for me. I escaped a sigh of relief when I saw you. There you are…standing still…staring at me…naughtily. Just seeing your naked color somehow sent me a stimulating sensation. Very black…very evil…very hot…very passionate…burning…and ready to explode anytime…

You were on the table and so I sat on your front. Slowly…I touched you, and with the power of conduction, your heat transferred to mine. I pulled you inches closer and smelled your aroma that made me crave for you even more. I licked my lips to show you that I’m already fervent with such pleasure.

I cannot wait any longer. My lips touched your fullness and my tongue tasted your ardent flavor. I kept on sipping hungrily like a wolf but lingering while tasting your bitter, strong and sinful tang. I can feel the hot, warmth, and burning sensation as you passed through from my mouth…to my neck…to my stomach…to my entirety…and that made me crave for you even more…And like a dementor’s kiss, I nipped and sucked your insides…drained your whole…all body and soul.

Suddenly, I felt you inside me. You are blazing, fierce, and vicious. Your gravity kept on thrusting deep within. I grasped my breath and tiny specks of perspiration appeared on my forehead. I can feel our union…our harmony…you and me…as ONE. And as if an act of satisfaction and pleasure, I closed my eyes and smiled like a satisfied bitch. I can feel you still inside me…burning and bursting.
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KAHAPON…
Sa tingin ko’y tila pawang kalumbayan
ang inihahandog ng lahat ng bagay,
pati ng mabangong mga bulaklakan
ay putos ng luksa at pugad ng panglaw;
akala ko tuloy itong Daigdigan
ay isang mallit na libingan lamang.
Mangyari, Kahapon
ang dulot mo’y lason.

NGAYON…
Sa mga mata ko ay pawang ligaya
ang inihahandog ng bawa’t makita,
pati ng libingang malayo’t ulila
wari’y halamanang pugad ng ginhawa;
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Once when I was little
I was happy and carefree
I used to run around laughing
Until it was time for tea

I used to play games
And smile all the time
I used to feel on top of the world
I used to feel fine

It's amazing how things change
When people let you down
And how that once happy face
Turns into a solemn frown

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I am no stranger to pain.
I had my heart badly broken,
Each with a different degree of hurt,
Marking me deeply,
Branding my soul.
A heart never breaks into two
Rather into a million little pieces that need to heal
Before it can feel again.
Sometimes a pain is too hurtful
That you feel so numb
Even after many days had passed by.
You need to pick up each piece one by one,
Heal them,
Fix yourself
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『Intermission Act』
The End is the Beginning, the Beginning is the End .One cannot exist without the
other. Yes, coexistence…


sfx: bell ringing
Phew! Mabuti at nakaabot ako sa bell bago masarado yung gate.At
nagmamadali akong tumakbo papunta sa aming classroom,

[Oi! Biko!]
[Hahaha!! Akala ko male-late ka na naman]
[Ah, oo nga, hehe]
[Wag ka ng pakipot pa, Biko naman, oh!]
[Oo nga, Pre!]
[Hahhaha]
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ANG PABORITONG ARTICLE NI HUDAS

Nabasa mo na ba ang librong "Ang Paboritong Libro ni Hudas" ni Bob Ong? Kung oo, pamilyar ka na siguro sa nakasulat sa ibaba. Kung hindi pa, pwes, sorry ka. Isa kang primitive.

Kung halimbawang namatay ako at ini-interview na ko sa langit gaya ng nakalagay sa librong itim, siguro ganito ang patutunguhan ng usapan namin:


<.–.> : Saan mo gustong pumunta?

<-=-> : Sa impyerno po. Curious lang po kasi ako kung totoong may kumukulong langis dun. Papahot-oil po sana ako.

<.–.> : …..

<-=-> : Chikka lang! Di ka na mabiro. Syempre sa langit! Sino ba gusto sa impyerno! Hindi ko pinangarap maging first lady ni Lucifer noh!

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KATOL

As the twisting smoke
from a mosquito coil
gives up its shape
so it can rise,

I threw away my spear
and put on shoes
to join my world
of gray faces.

In time, a formless
haze filled both
my room and my world
and they became one.

X

Maybe time can only tell,
if love is set to free

Every hour waiting for its return,
asking, is it really meant for me?

Love when provoked is painful,
leaving trails of sorrows and tears

Vast emptiness of a lonely heart,
and a wound that needs to heal.

I know right there and then,
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THE CHILD IN ME

"Grow up!"

That was what my ex-boyfriend used to spew out, combined with a distinguished irritation on his voice, whenever I stomp my feet, scrunch my face, or frown like a bratty kid whenever I'm in my childish mood. I admit that was one of the reasons why we broke up.

I admit, being an only child, I used to be the spoiled, bratty kid and a naughty one for that matter. I remember hitting a playmate, three years older than me, with an open can of sardines for no apparent reason, giving her 3-inch long stitches just a millimeter away from her left eye.

I also love playing testosterone-laden games with my male cousins such as tumbang-preso, moro-moro and BMX bike racing. The whole subdivision is our race track (at my age that time, who cares of a possible broken hymen?). In fact, I'm good at racing bikes and I knew a lot of bike exhibitions. In fact, unbeknownst to my mom, I secretly joined a bike-racing competition, only to be later on disqualified due to my age and gender (yeah, at an early age I was already a victim of gender discrimination). I can say I had a very active childhood.

I admit that at my present age, I'm still fond of watching cartoons and animated films. Needless to say, I’m a big fan of Disney (and Pixar) films. I never get tired of watching these animated flicks over and over again that I memorize the lines and had photographic memory of each scenes: The Lion King, Finding Nemo, Toy Story 1-3, Up, Cars, Aladdin, Lilo and Stitch, Beauty and the Beast, A Bug’s Life, Tangled, Wall-E, Ratatouille, and the classics Dumbo, Bambi and Pinocchio. As a feminist, I personally love Mulan, Pocahontas, Brave, and yeah, I was also bitten by the Frozen bug.

So imagine the joy I felt the first time I went to Disneyland. I am not ashamed to admit that I was teary-eyed, FYI tears of joy, when I saw the famous parade of the Disney characters. The music, the laughter, the excitement, the atmosphere…it was indeed the “Happiest Place on Earth”. I loved it so much I visited Hongkong Disneyland twice.

Is being childish a sign of immaturity? Or there might be a reason behind it? Allow me to spill the beans…
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