Posted in Story: Fiction, Taglish | Categories: Romance | Tags: first love, break up, Proposal, first kiss
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She, who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows in the past
That I remember 'till the day I die
She maybe the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in many years
Hmmm nice song, reminds me of Myla and Notting Hill
Fuck! I feel pain everywhere! Arrghhhhh
Ano na nangyari?
Last thing I remembered was switching lanes para iwasan yung kumag na nakamotor na lasing pa yata.
Shit! Where is Myla?
If I'm like this? How is she?
And what day is today?
Oh my goodness! What have I done?
Myla, ang tagal ko inantay ang wedding day natin...have I been to selfish to wait this long?
Is this my punishment?
Please! Please! Let Myle be ok and safe, ok lang ako with this pain basta let Myla be safe.
"Based on Ruel's vital signs now and his record for the past 3 hours, he had stabilized. He might even be awake now but can move anything voluntarily including his eyes due to pain and numbness from the after effects of hi...
Posted in Story: True Story, Tagalog | Categories: Reluctance, Romance | Tags: sex, break up, Hate
Posted in Blog: Taglish | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: gf, relationship, break up, bf, no closure, coffee date
I just want to get your opinion of what to do when you’re in this particular awkward situation:
I had an ex-bf which is married now and our break-up five years ago was not really that good. In short, there was no closure. We parted ways and cut the ties right away. * communications after that. So, I remain single but moved on already.
I’ve got two questions for both men and women:
1. What if you accidentally bumped with your former bf/gf in the mall then invite you to have coffee?
2. What if he/she’s with the wife/husband, what will you do?
As for the first question, I would say yes to the coffee invitation with the hope of assessing myself kung okay na ba ako or hindi pa. It’s my chance to challenge myself na I’m fine kahit walang closure because, basically, no closure is what happening in real life and sometimes, we should accept that and move on.
If my former partner is with the wife and he greeted me, I’d say hi or hello. Greetings lang naman ‘yon and no need to be sour about it or iwasan. I guess it is called maturity on my part.
All answers/opinions are very much welcome.
Thank you. :)...
Posted in Blog: Taglish | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: break up, closure
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
“Hm?” Nadistract ako sa pagmumuni-muni ko habang pinapanood ko yung magkarelasyon na nakaupo sa tapat ng table namin. Ang sweet nila, kulang na lang pitasin ni guy ang buwan at ibigay kay girl. Napasimangot ako, #ampalaya mode on.
“Punyeta! Makasigaw naman, hindi naman ako bingi!” Angil ko sa kaibigan ko. “Problema mo?” Pagpapatuloy ko. Lumapit sya sa akin at bumulong, “Huwag ka titingin kaagad, pero lingon ka sa may kanan mo…”
“Gwapo ba? Baka naman mukhang chonggo, sayang ang time ko…” Sabay lingon na rin pa slow-mo sa kanan ko. “Tssss. Punyeta ulit! Ang liit ng mundo. Bilisan mo nga kumain dyan nang maka alis na dito! Napaka toxic ng lugar na ito tonight!”
Ipinagpatuloy ng bruha kong kaibigan ang pagkain nya. Nananadya pang binagalan pa nya. Na-tense ako. Peste. Pesteng moment ito! Inabot ko ang pack ng Marlboro at kumuha ng stick ng sigarilyo. Sinsindihan ko, pagkatapos ay pinanood kong kumain ang kaibigan ko.
“Bilisan mo dyan!” Pangungulit ko at lalo pa binagalan ng magaling kong kaibigan. “Affected ka masyado, friend! Eh ano nga...
Posted in Blog: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: letting go, memories, Realization, break up, reminiscing, acceptance
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My mobile phone kept on beeping while I was about to sleep .. When I looked at it, I saw my bestfriends several messages. One of them that stood out was a message that said, "check your FB, I sent you a message .." ..
So I did, thinking that it might be extremely important or else, she wouldn't even bother sending me messages at 4am!!
Typical reaction of a woman who would have read her bestfriend's message would have been that of elation.
But when I saw what she sent, I felt sadness and mused over the fact, that not so long ago, I too was in that situation.
My bestfriend - - knowing that I do not check my Euro ex's FB & his "present" lovelife, - -was very "obliging" enough to share what she found out from his "current" girl.
"I just want a man who will love me more than i love my self...
Honest, loyal and respect me,
And what she found out from my ex's relationship status was - - - single . . .
I wrote her back and said to her that I appreciated her gesture and her good intentions. But reminded her that when I let him go, I also let go of my emotions that came with him ... In fact, it was almost 4 years overdue ...
Posted in Confession: True Story, English | Categories: Mature | Tags: break up
A solemn morning of drinking iced coffee was a great starter.
Just after I stood up was a guy I barely noticed, or let’s say – a guy I forced not to notice. He was handsome on his own way, he had the appeal. I know him and it’s positive. The friction dragged me back to my seat, as he fired a glance at me. Now, I’m helpless. The sun is up, yet my world started to crash in humiliation. As he drew nearer, I bowed my head like an elementary student feeling sorry for cheating. I just played with my cellphone, fingers crossed that this would be a short chit-chat.
The looks in his eyes have melted my knees once again.
I held him once again, not with a hug but with hello. At least, rather than fooling ourselves as if nothing had happened.
Probably, I was his worst girlfriend. That self-centered bitch who would walk with him inside the mall without talking, was me. The television in mute. The bland coffee. The tasteless, the inconsistent, the die-hard BRUNOMARS lover yet the jealous girlfriend. Worse, the flirt-girl who knows no boundaries.
We have fought over simple things: over his ex-girlfriend, over my bestfriend, over a Picadillo. Over anything that includes the two of us. From the start of our newly-built relationship, things were in a whirlpool. Spinning faster, getting dizzy, until all’s a blur. Until we fought, blaming and cursing each other for our (generally, mine) faults. With my sadistic personality, I haven...