The Douche and I broke up about a month ago.
That much is a fact.
And through all this, I asked for two things.
1. That I never see him and his girlfriend.
2. And that his girlfriend never sets sight on my child.
Yesterday, he broke rule number 2.
And when I asked him, he looked directly into my eyes and lied about it.
OH IT’S ON, MOTHERFUCKER.
(A re-post from Lulubelle’s blog.)
A slightly drunk and showbiz-y batch of quotes this week.
Paano ka ipapasok ni Coach sa laro kung lagi kang lasing?!?
-shows why drinking and sports do not mix…sometimes.
Solar eclipse of the heart!!!
- Sarah’s version of Bonnie Tyler’s classic
Friend: Ayaw mo pang mamatay?
Me: Gusto.
- a friend convincing me to wear a kit while watching a football match at a sports pub filled with supporters from the opposing team.
Unang-una, hindi ako ang tatay. Pangalawa, hindi sya buntis…walang katotohanan sa dalawang yan!
- a local celebrity denying his girlfriend’s (?) pregnancy
Deadma ka lang! Deadma to the world!
- words of encouragement on how to fight the system
Paminsan-minsan, napapagod din ang hepe humabol.
-insight on pursuit
Guys, I’ve uploaded my playlust!
- sadly though, the songs on the list were hardly lustful. They weren’t even “halay” songs.
Hepe, sumusuko na ako sa batas ng pag-ibig!
- to help Hepe in his pursuit
Me: SAPUL!
Mara: Sakit ng ulo ko. Sakit ng mata ko. SHIYET!
Me: Aray, aray, aray. Can I have it back, please?
Mara: Sinauli yung akin eh.
Me: (insert a slew of profanities here) Sinauli pa nya, sira naman. Itapon mo na lang!
- reacting to ‘Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered’. For an idea of what I want back and what Mara got back, broken and torn, send me a message. *wink wink*
Me: Ayun. Sapul!
Friend: By Voodoo Doll, no less. Panalo sumakto!
- Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered nga naman…
DRUNKEN WEEKEND QUOTES SPECIAL
Ok. So me, Jac, and Mara went drinking from Saturday to Sunday. As the drinking binge wore on, Mara and Jac sent a barrage of text messages that ranged from mean to pining…this without sometimes knowing whose phone they were using. I tried to be Teh Glooe of the night, but failed miserably. True to the saying “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em,” I ended up getting drunk, too. Some quotes from the binge:
Ipasara ang pores ko, ayoko ng problema!
- Jac on what she wanted to do with her money
Wag, mapupunit ang pusod ko.
- Jac on why she wouldn’t laugh after cosmetic surgery
I can’t feel my lips.
- Mara trying to seduce her drinking buddies
Join us! We are watering our holes!
- Jac sending an invitation to the world to join us for drinks
Nararamdaman ko nang tumitibok ang puso ko!
- me after drinking a bottle, bottoms up
One more time to the top!
- Jac asking me to repeat something I said
Lasingin mo ang puso ko!
- Jac
Everyone is deserting me. The one time I needed my friends to be there, they aren’t. Because they have schedules. Because they’re busy with other things. Because they just can’t be bothered.
It’s not just a fucking birthday party. It’s a significant moment. My life is falling apart and I have to have my daughter’s birthday party with The Douche and my parents who have yet to find out the whole dirty issue.
And my friends, whom I have known for years and years just can’t be bothered. They can’t be troubled to trek to The Valley just this one time to be there. Even after all the times that I had to fuckin’ commute to the city just to be with them or drive them home or be in combat mode when someone has wronged them. (Of course, I’ve started counting what I have and haven’t done. Therein lies the reason why this is a pathetic situation.)
It hurts to be left by these people. Especially when you call them friends.
Today I feel sick, every where.
And that I just wasted my life away.
It. Was. All. A. Waste.
Do you get it?
A total fucking waste of time.
Grabe.
Today is not a good day.
Not a good day at all.
A letter from a husband, on THIS incident from THIS blog.
Good day everyone,
I wish I were writing under different circumstances.
I would like to inform you that my wife Leslie Cruz
was part of the casualties in the Glorietta 2 Mall
bombing in Makati City, Philippines. She was supposed
to have a minor out patient surgery at Makati Medical
Center at 230pm.I had taken a leave from work to accompany her there.
We dropped off our daughter, Amber, at my parents
place in QC to babysit at around 10am. We then
proceeded to Makati and was there at 1230pm. Since she
had been fasting in preparation for her procedure, she
wanted to move around and listen to some music while I
grabbed a bite to eat. We parked at the basement of
Park Square 2, and headed for the Glorietta 2
entrance. We parted at the top of the escalator, she
turned right towards Filbar’s while I went left
towards the restaurants. That was the last time I
would see her.
Around 120pm, she had called me so that we can meet at
the Glorietta 2 exit just in time to make her
appointment. As I made my way there from Glorietta 1
through the connecting hallways, and was about to turn
the corner, I heard 2 deep thumps and the shock-wave
from the blast hit me. At that moment my heart dropped
as I knew that the origin of the blast came from the
same place where we were supposed to meet. I tried
getting to where my wife was, but the dust was too
much and it was as if I was staring at a white wall.I still tried to convince myself that she was able to
make it out, and that after ringing her mobile without
a response only meant that she dropped it in the
confusion. After 6 hours of searching from Makati Med.
to Ospital ng Makati, the blast site, and back again
to MMC – with the help of all the people I could get
hold of, that I was able to get confirmation in what
the state of my wife was.My Dad and Uncle signaled me in from the ER of MMC. My
Uncle (who’s a doctor) asked me to describe Leslie’s
appearance to another group of doctors. I saw in the
eyes of one that the description made sense. Instead
of confirming it to me, they huddled together, then
brought me to a small examination room. It was only
through a digital camera that I was able to confirm
and deny) that she was indeed gone.I have so many regrets. I should have met her sooner.
I should have ran instead of a brisk walk. I should
have not chose to park where I did. I should have
braved the dust and went in the blast site. I should
have …Today’s the 4th day. It is still terribly difficult to
breathe, let alone wake up realizing that your source
of strength, your best friend doesn’t lie beside you
on your bed. That my deepest worry is when Amber
starts asking for her Mama.I am glad that Amber’s too young to understand the
loss and pain. In time I would like to tell her the
details of how her mother died, but more importantly I
would like to raise her as how her mother lived – a
loving person, strong willed, decisive, caring, and
nurturing. She has always cared for her family and
friends, and sacrificed her career for being a full time
mom and home maker.As with all couples we had our ups and downs – none of
which I regret not going through. The sweet is never
as sweet without the sour. For almost 4 years of
marriage, we’ve finally hit our balance in life only
to be taken away in an instant. I have no regrets
about our marriage. She has loved me and Amber beyond
her capacity. I will always love her.
I’m jealous. A husband who loves his wife. Who’s going to miss her in their bed. Who’s life he revolved around. A little insensitive but I wish it’d just ended that way .. for me. Living on is truly the braver choice.
Re-post from Lulubelle.
Dear Universe,
If ancient Rome had the triumverate of Ceasar, Cassus, and Pompei, we have the Jac, Mara, Shelah triumverate. We have formed an alliance. We are declaring war.
I wanted to write an apology letter for the 12-hour debauchery spree during the weekend, but decided against it.
We have been friends, you and I. However, the recent events tell that you have turned your back to us. In turn, we have formed a group dedicated not to your downfall, but to resistance against tyranny and oppression.
Yes, oppression. Have we wronged you? Have we provoked your anger? There is no reason for your unjust treatment of us. We admit that we have our moments and unintentional ripping of your time-space continuum, but is that enough reason for you to give us ill luck?
We tried to be diplomatic. We tried reason but apparently, you and your minions seem to be intent on waging war. If it is war you want, it is war you will get.
On the 22nd of October, we have made a pact sealed with lip gloss and beer.
We shall conquer you.
XOXO,
The Wicked
I haven’t been posting F1 updates because I’ve been in a slump and so has Kimi. Well, not the entire year but .. my heart couldn’t bear being broken by another man that I love.
Dear Kimi,
How are you, love? I have been following you all year long. Believe me, I have. Though you cannot see my beaming face in the stands, know that in my heart, the banners flung high and proud, declaring my allegiance and soul to you. I know that speed is number one in your heart, but you are in mine. I am content knowing you are happy. I am content knowing that you have achieved what you wanted. I am content knowing that I can love you even from afar.
Congratulations on your win my dearest. My dreams are filled with nothing but wishes and hopes for you. Words cannot express what joy you have given me. You and I can conquer the world.
Yours always,
Uneditedmara
Raikkonen had begun the Brazilian Grand Prix seven points behind Lewis Hamilton in the championship race but by winning at Interlagos and seeing his British rival finish only seventh, the Finn took the title by a single point. (MORE)
PICSPAM UP AHEAD.
Alonso, why the long face? *snicker*
Suddenly, my underwear has gone AWOL.
A smile! A smile! I spot a smile!
Hail the conquering hero.
*crosses fingers* I wish to be Kimi’s bottle. I wish to be Kimi’s bottle.
Kimi: Ismoot, Iswabiii.
One more bottle shot, for good measure.
Over the weekend, Jac made me the happiest little girl in the world. And the two words that did it:
*cue evil laughter*
Back then, I once said that if I love, I’d love with everything I have. With every fiber of my being. With every ounce left in me. I’d love and fall and scrape and hurt and (like a failed Pavlovian puppy) love some more.
Back then, I once said that if I got hurt, I would crush that person. Leave him in a pile of nothingness. Take every single thing he loves and kill it for the sake of my pleasure. Life will be a living hell. No where to go, no one to turn to, and nothing to cherish.
Now, I love with much hesitation and slim-to-none trust. Damn the door. There is no door. Just walls.
Now, I hate with such clarity. I scheme with a purpose. I plot with a vengeance. All carefully concealed with saccharine smiles and a gracious demeanor.
I cannot love the same but I can hate with even more passion than ever before.
“All we sheep have gone ASTRAY .. “
