at 15 (A son's letter to his Dad)

just wanna share this dramatically funny letter to everyone... oh the things you could do when you're young, and innocent, and uhhmmm... clever?!

A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to 'Dad.'

With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.

Dear Dad:

It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.

I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice.

But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it' s not only the passion...Dad she's pregnant.

Stacy said that we will be very happy.

She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.

Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone.

We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy.

In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it.

Don't worry Dad. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself.

Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren

Love, Your Son John

PS. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house.


I Just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than a Report Card, That's in my center desk drawer.

I love you.


(parang bagsak lang sa school. hahaha!)

my week's soundtrack: why can't it be?

-"it's sad to belong to someone else when the right one comes along..."

my take on that: it's sadder when you're carefree and you found that "right one" yet you can never be because he belonged to someone else.


-"bukas nalang kita mamahalin..."

my take on that: seriously?! do you expect me to wait for you? or even wish that your current relationship will go kaput so i can have my chance with you?! hahaha... sorry but no, i don't think so.


-"torn between two lovers..."

my take on that: grow up! don't be too dramatic. you're confused because you have no backbone. for once, have the courage to know what you want and who you want and then decide. make a choice.

-"why can't it be?..."

my take on that: stop questioning. if you can't be, then you were never meant to be in the first place. quit asking and move on. maybe cry for a while but step forward so you can find that someone you can freely be with.


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the ball

i entered the ballroom and was astounded! the chamber was filled with men in their black ties.

they were dancing the Tennessee Waltz and i was just comfortably looking around- enjoying being a wallflower. and from the dim corner where i stood, i saw him. Prince Charming. he was dancing with his partner but he glanced at me. and i glanced back. he smiled and i smirked.

then i felt something. it was like magnet. though i was resisting the pulling force towards him, he excused himself from the dance-floor and headed toward me. we exchanged pleasantries and instantly felt the connection. we didn't have to talk that much to know we read each other's soul. i have never felt so sure about someone. he hinted me that he was feeling the same.

we were enjoying our little moment when the music played again.it was time for the Rose Dance. he went to get his red rose and walked in the center of the room; his partner waited for him there. suddenly i realized i was no longer enjoying the ball. i should be happy seeing prince charming and his partner dancing the lover's dance but there was just this stinging feeling. and to my surprise, just before prince charming handed the rose to his partner, he picked a petal, went to the point where i was standing and gave the petal to me.

he looked at me with intensity. he didn't have to say the words; his eyes told me everything. and it would have been okay. yet, he opened his mouth and said "i would have wanted you for a partner but you came in too late. and now, i would have to finish the ball with him. otherwise, i would have wanted you to be my partner. i love you but i would have to leave you- for now."

then he walked away. slowly headed off toward his dance partner; gave him the rose, and danced.

and there i was, the wallflower that saw a spark of love and became a damsel-in-distress.

maybe it's time to go home. who knows, outside, i might just bump into my own prince charming during my departure. or maybe, i would just have to wait until i receive another invitation to join yet another ball and find my perfect match.

hoping to write my and-they-lived-happily-ever-after story; if not soon, then maybe someday.


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fleeting love?

sorry. i have to take out the contents of this post out of respect.

although, i banked a copy in my personal folder. as well as the subsequent record of the intense chat i had with "cuddly". i want it to be cherished by me and only ME.

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ooooppppssss! mom did it again

i was oh so determined to live independently and never come back. though i will indisputably miss my room, my bed, and my pillow, i couldn't swallow living under the same roof with someone i dislike.

things were working just fine. matter of fact, i thought not being home was way, way better and cooler than being confined in your own abode. in my tita's dwelling, i get to wake up whenever i want, eat everything that's on the table (food served the moment i open my eyes), stay in bed or watch tv the entire day without getting that you-haven't-done-any-chore-today-so-get-up-and-wash-the-dishes look. i'm loving it! correction: i loved it.

predictably, mom sent me a message. the type that would really hit you right through the deepest pits of your conscience. she said she talked to papa and everything's okay. and just like that, i went home.

i am home. but i have a strong feeling this won't be the last home-coming i'll have. i gave mom a warning though. next time she better come up with a very convincing pretext, the kind that she hasn't used before or i would no longer believe, or pretend to believe her. *sigh* moms! they always have a way to make you melt down.

i'm just thinking what she will come up with the next season?! HA! and BTW, i'm still not talking to the other parasite!



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FOURnament

got these definitions from encarta:

four
1. 4: the number 4
2. something with value of 4: something in a numbered series with a value of four, e.g. -a playing card
-the four of spades
-throw a four
3. group of 4: a group of four objects or people
-a four for bridge
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tournament
1. series of games: a sports event made up of a series of games, rounds, or contests
2. mock fighting: a sporting contest popular in the Middle Ages in which knights took part in jousting or combat, generally with blunted weapons
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so, four intoxicated people taking part in a private jousting or combat [generally with blunted weapons (see above definition, hahaha!)] is surely having a FOURnament! a hot, hot FOURnament!

who? go figure!

I came, I saw, I conquered! as Julius Caesar succinctly described one of his victories. but for me, i would have to shout "I came, I saw, But I didn't cum!"

so take me off your list. i should be omitted. i'm no participant. (defensive much?!)


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premature dancing

and it came to pass that on the afternoon of the eighth, after wolfing down some dim sum dishes, i found myself marching in the labyrinth streets of colon alongside csi.

it drizzled but it didn't stop us from roaming around the city.

we turned right in a corner near sanciangko street and were heading toward what seemed to be a jam-packed establishment where i saw people in their teens -must have been college students in their p.e. uniforms- lining up eagerly. i couldn't quite understand what was happening so i fixed my eyes on their direction as we are nearing their point. i looked up to see the signboard as we passed the queue of those carefree souls with backpacks. i was confounded.

an open disco house at 5pm?! i haven't heard of that some seven years ago when i was still a student in a nearby university. during my time, we loved to parade to clubs and rave at midnight. we won't party unless we're dressed to kill. but now, teenagers are different. disco at 5pm while still modeling the p.e. uniform seems to be the "in" thing. although skipping lunch just to save money for the after-class drinking session with friends isn't really new at all.

now, aspiring to experience discoing at 5pm. anyone wanna rave with me?


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