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Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Dark Side
I don't know what's happening with me. It is as if I'm slowly being a pessimist. It's just that i don't seem to find light in this life...that everything is so dark... I don't seem to appreciate anything good or happy... la lang... sabog lang ako... asteeg...
Tinopak si Jopeth noong: 6:02 AM
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Tuesday, December 28, 2004
The Night St. Nick Died
Alam ko tapos na ang pasko 2 days ago. Medyo dleayed tong post na ito, pero asteeg pa rin. Itong piece na ito ay isang essay na pinasa ko sa English class namin in commemoration of the Yuletide season. Ako naman, always wanted to play the Grinch, created this killjoy piece. Eto siya, medyo mahaba nga lang. Enjoy!!! Merry Christmas and a happy New Year to you all!!!
The Night St. Nick Died
By: Jopeth Flores
December6, 2004
A number of things make a childhood cool: Saturday afternoon, whole day playing with your grimy friends ending up as grimy as them, watching Shaider and Bioman with full gusto, not having any hair on your body, and of course, Christmas. Christmas when you're a kid is an event that seems to stretch forever. Right around at the opening of classes in June, as you’re gliding out of summer with your sunburned skin (without a worry about skin cancer or crow's feet), you loosely assemble your wish list. School has just resumed, and friends you haven’t seen in three months have since one-upped you with their new RC model cars, Transformers and GI Joe action figures, and new Family computer games. Time to take stock and catch up.
You begin to worry about the bad deeds you did the previous year: locking your younger brother in the bathroom and making him drink a cocktail mixed with a Tabasco sauce, milk, and soy sauce; or dropping the cat into the toilet - you know Santa hasn’t forgotten that. Which means, of course, Boyet or Eric might get better presents than you and ruin the whole damn thing. Because it's all about the presents. That, and the chance to hunt down Santa in action.
While many of your friends claimed to have seen him, none offer real evidence. You swap stories of hoof prints on your garden, signed notes next to the hot chocolate you left for him, faint ho-ho-ho's deep in the night. The myth just bloats and becomes more enticing. The kapre, tikbalang, or the nuno sa punso don't hold a candle to Santa. He's the one you wanted to catch. He's the big tuna - he's hard to spot. This is where the tension and the short tempers between the adults and children during the Christmas season can boil over; as the parent tries to perpetuate the myth by not getting caught, the child wants to debunk – although unknowingly, of course – the myth by catching the elusive fat man. There's bound to be a head-on collision at some point. I experienced one of those on December 24, 1992.
The holiday was proceeding like all others: Dad bought a new and bigger plastic Christmas tree, which aggravated Mom because it would mean more mess and trouble in assembling and disassembling when the season is over; a few aunts and cousins from far-flung places showed up to occupy the spare bedroom and help Mom to cook; my brother and I scrambled to make our wish list longer and better than ever. Of course, we didn’t question the fact that 99% of all houses here in the Philippines didn't have a chimney, yet somehow Santa brought them presents somehow or another (only later I realize that we were lucky to have presents, coz most of the kids don't receive a single damn thing). We believed too much: the bites out of the cookies we left for him, the images that appeared in the malls and cartoons, the tingling feeling through our bodies as we fell asleep the night before. Kids need proof, and all the evidence was there. It was an open-and-shut case. Even Lupin and his gang couldn’t screw this up. But Dad could.
We got everything ready, like always, and started cooking for our Noche Buena. Here's where my parents unleashed their secret keep-the-Santa-myth-alive weapon: gin-laced fruit punch. They would allow us drink tons and tons of that drink, saying it would keep us refreshed and alive for the rest of the night. We would chug it down like thirsty desert camels, then played hide-and-seek as the adults had their coffee and talked of interest rates, dying uncles, and college funds, then would have fun by letting my smaller cousins and brothers to do stupid things like letting them dance or sing. By the time the adults rounded us up, we were thoroughly exhausted, with high levels of alcohol coursing through our veins. But this year was different: I decided I wouldn’t drink the punch. Instead I drank liters and liters of Pop Cola and engaged into a burping contest with my brothers and cousins - my parents are sweatin'!
They wrangled as up and then, as always, went to the midnight Mass. Our eyes would usually begin to flicker halfway through the Mass, and it was then that my parents knew that another holiday season would go unruffled. But this time there would be no such luck. I zeroed in on the priest like a double espresso junkie, standing, then sitting, then kneeling, and then fidgeting. Dad scolded me a few times before he dozed off himself and began to snore like a grizzly bear right before the Holy Communion. Once again, the pressure was all to Mom.
We got home, Mom waking Dad to carry my younger brother to bed, and prepared Santa's snacks: two Chips Ahoy! cookies, a mug of hot chocolate, and a few carrots (for the reindeers). Everybody went to bed. Except me. (Well, I got into bed, but I did not go to bed.)
After and turning for hours, I figured this would be my one chance to catch a glimpse of the ever-elusive St. Nick. I made my way to the sala, in the dark corner behind the couch opposite to the Christmas tree – a perfect hiding place where I can see our living room lit by the soft sparkling flow of our Christmas lights. I just watched, ninja-style, behind the couch for what seemed hours, my eyes finally beginning to grow heavy, when I heard the sound of crinkling paper. I shook my head and peered and saw a figure assembling presents under the tree. I couldn’t really make it out but then I heard the words that will forever haunt me:
"Ma, 'asan yung flashlight. Tangina, ang dilim, wala akong makita!"
My eyes widened as I saw Dad in his tightie-whities and black slippers munching on a Chips Ahoy! cookie, his cowlicks outlined by the twinkling lights behind him like little Grinch horns.
THERE’S NO SANTA! THERE’S NO REINDEER! NO NORTH POLE!!!
Crushed, I returned to bed. I didn't even care about the presents were under the tree. Christmas was ruined for me. I was bitter. I wouldn't be able to watch the cartoons or read the books the same way... Or make the cookies with my past zeal... I would have to fake it all. I realized all things about Santa, the fat red guy I see on the mall, the smiling rosy-cheeked bearded man on the Coca-Cola ads, were bullshit. A part of our materialistic culture. A good way of providing fat bum guys part-time gigs during Christmas. A tool of the corporate empire to sell us the crap they are churning out. An ambassador of commercialism and decadent materialism. Santa Claus is crap. And I was only eight. I had at least three good Christmases in me!
But what really pissed me off, as I lay there listening to the heavy breathing of my brother reeking with the smell of gin, his dreams of Rudolph and little elves intact, was the realization that I'd have to buy Christmas presents for the rest of my freakin' life.
Tinopak si Jopeth noong: 6:01 AM
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Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Ang Mabilis at ang Galit (Fast and the Furious sa English)
Nung Linggo kasama ko si Epoy, yung bestfriend ko since elementary, pumunta sa SBMA para kunin yung ilan sa mga computer parts sa isang PC shop doon. Dala niya ang kanyang lumang beige na Ford Fiera. Matagal na yung Ford na yun sa kanila. Kinder pa lang yata kami nun yun na yung ginagamit na panghatid-sundo sa kanya. At hanggang ngayon ay tumatakbo pa rin. Kaya lang ay medyo kalampagin na. Kailangan mo pang sipain yung pinto para isara at buksan ito. Kaya nga ang tawag naming dun ngayon sa Ford niya e BAGSPID aka The Tetano Machine.
So yun nga, papabalik na kami nun sa bahay nila nang sa highway ay may nakasabayan kaming isang itim na Honda Civic. Sinubukan niyang i-overtake kami. Kung ikaw ay isang matinong driver, natural hahayaan mo nang maunahan ka ng isang mas mabilis na kotse na di hamak na mas maganda at hindi kalampagin tulad ng BAGSPID naming. Pero iba si Epoy, hindi papatalo. Imbis na hayaan na lang ay lalong nagpatakbo ng ubod bilis sabay busina. At sumagot din yung Honda Civic. Bumusina rin. Yari. Karera ang ibig sabihin nito.
Buti na lang at dala ko yung radyo ko (ewan ko ba kung bakit ko dala yun) at nakasalang yung CD ko ng Prodigy. Pinatugtog ko agad yung "Firestarter" para dagdag sa mood ng karera. Asteeg!!! Parang fast and the furious na. Except nga lang mukhang hindi pang-drag racing tong BAGSPID naming, mas mukhang bagay sa demolition derby. Pero at least may modifications naman like titanium alloy na radiator fan, disk breaks na grabe kung kumagat, solar powered na electric fan para sa ventilation ng driver, imaginary na NOS (nitrous-oxide system), at sticker ng Spitfire na ninakaw sa akin ni Epoy. Palagay ko papalag kami kahit paano laban sa Honda Civic.
Grabe ang karera namin. Sa tinagal-tagal kong nakitang nagdrive si Epoy, nagyon ko lang siya nakita magdrive ng ganito kabilis. Tiningnan ko sa speedometer kung gaano na kami kabilis. Shet. Nakadikit pa rin sa zero yung dial. Nalimutan ko pala. Sira na yung speedometer nito. Kaya napakapit na lang ako sa kinauupuan ko at parang engot na naaaliw sa pakikipag-unahan naming sa Honda Civic. Maya-maya ay kumambyo si Epoy. Shet. Fifth gear na kami! Tangina, feeling ko ngayon lang yata nakatikim ng fifth gear tong BAGSPID na ito. Nauunahan na kami ng Honda Civic, pero makulit pa rin si Epoy, ayaw magpatalo. Buti na lang kamo at wala kaming nakasalubong sa paguunahan naming. Maya-maya ay malapit na kami sa may exit gate ng SBMA nang biglang bumwelta kami at naunahan yung Honda Civic. Ang tindeee!!!! Nanalo kami!!!!
Mukha kaming mga engot na nagsisisigaw sa loob. Asteeg!!! Ngayon ay may importanteng aral kaming natutunan:
"Ang Ford Fiera ay kayang talunin ang Honda Civic."
Tinopak si Jopeth noong: 1:32 PM
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Sunday, December 19, 2004
Jopeth and the Three Swordsmen
Kagabi ay napagtripan naming magkakapatid na manood ng isang wu xia film sa ABC 5 sa kadahilanang wala kaming matinong mapanood sa ibang channels. For beginners, ang wu xia film ay isang genre ng Chinese films na tungkol sa martial arts, kaya lang ay madalas ang concentration ng labanan dito ay through swordplay and other weapons, wherein sa Kung Fu films ay more on unarmed combat.
Ang title ng wu xia film na napagtripan namin ay The Three Swordsmen. Nasa bandang kalagitnaan na nung naabutan namin yung pelikulang iyon. Hindi namin alam kung matutuwa, maaasar, o matatawa kami sa mga fight scenes doon. Madalas ay hindi coherent yung mga eksena. May eksena na naglalaban sila sa lupa, tapos biglang lilipad, tapos biglang maghahabulan sa tuktok ng mga puno, tapos mamamatay na lang bigla yung kalaban. Nangunot na lang ang mga noo namin dahil ang labo nung mga fight scene. Ang story naman nito ay lame, mali, NAPAKA-LAME. Hindi ko alam kung mabobobo ako sa panonood ng lecheng wu xia film na ito. Not to mention na subtitled siya, which is okay lang. Ang problema nga lang ay kulay puti yung kulay ng text, kaya kapag maliwanag yung eksena ay hindi na namin mabasa yung subtitles. At napakabilis ng pagflash ng text, which is no problem for us kasi nasanay na kaming magbasa ng mabilis sa pagbabasa ng subtitles dahil matagal na rin kaming nanonood ng mga subbed animes.
Maganda sana siya, lalo na sa bandang dulo dahil naging interesting na yung plot niya at naging coherent na rin yung mga fight scenes. Kaya lang nabadtrip kami sa ending eh. Sa sobrang badtrip namin ay hindi ko na ikukuwento kasi lalo akong nababadtrip pag naaalala ko yun. Let's just say na LAME. NAPAKA-LAME NUNG ENDING. Leche. Pero at least hindi nasayang yung oras namin sa panonood dahil sumakit tiyan namin sa kakatawa sa ibang scenes. May mga pagkakataon na tanga yung translation na nakasulat sa subtitles. Halimbawa ay mga ito:
-Haven't you dead yet? (Pag tinagalog mo, HINDI KA PA BA PATAY?)
-Obey the Prince! Yeah! Obey the prince! We believe you! (Ilan beses sinabi ito ng mga sundalo sa film. Nakakaengot pakinggan.)
-It will be fulfilled. I don't eat words. (I don't eat words?! Ano to?!)
-Drink this, or your dick will be rotten! (A truly funny line.)
-Don't let me carry this! Stop treating me like a Filipino maid! (Gagong mga Intsik to ah! Racist!)
At marami pang ibang nakakaengot na dialog na hindi ko na matandaan. Nagtataka lang ako: are the Chinese really entertained at this?!
Tinopak si Jopeth noong: 3:11 PM
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Friday, December 17, 2004
Cheapskate....
I won't trade my freedom and my peace of mind for cheap romance...unless she could give me such...
Romance is for the faint-minded...
Tinopak si Jopeth noong: 3:11 PM
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Thursday, December 16, 2004
Fleeting Visions
As my insomia continues, I took at as a time to reflect back on some things. The news of FPJ's demise is no longer new to us. It makes me reflect about my life...
When my time comes, will I be ready?
How will others feel about my death?
Some would shun the topic of death because they seem to fear the idea of it. But for me, I don't fear death. What I fear is if I dies without realizing my true purpose. That sucks...to die full of regrets. I no wish longer for a longer life, but I wish that I may die a happy man.
Living is all about dying. We are all directed towards that inevitable end. All of us will die, no doubt about it. But how will we die, and what we will be before we die depends how we ran our lives for the past years we have been living.
I no longer fear death. Death is not a painful experience. In fact, it's the most pleasant experience in your whole life. I have stared Death right to his grim face when I was in 3rd year high school. My pulse went to zero and my blood pressure dropped to 60/40 in less than three minutes. I was virtually dead back then. The first thing that will happen to you when you die is that your vision will go out first. Then your hearing will go out, then all your senses go numb. After that, an inexplecable feeling of peace will surround you. I don't know. It's just so peaceful. No worries, no doubts, no hangups, no nothing. Just peace at its purest form. I didn't see any "light at the end of the tunnel" thing like most near-death experiencers tells us. It's just unexplainable feeling of warmth, love, bliss, and peace.
Well, I was tempted to drift to eternity until a realization hit me that I was, in fact, dead! I suddenly realized that I am in a sort of suspension between life and death. I suddenly realized that I have the choice between life and eternity. I choosed life. I tried to nudge myself awake, as if trying to revive myself. Then the next thing I knew, I was lying on my hospital bed, wide awake, with my tita and my Mom breaking down beside me, thinking that I'm dying. The first thing I did was to slap my Tita hard so she will stop crying 'coz it's irritating me and shouted' "Stop crying! I'm alive, goddamit!"
So there...after that experience, I have gained a keen insight regarding life and death. I no longer fear death after that, and has valued life much more. Life is evanescent, this moment you see it, and the other it's gone. Whatever we do, always choose life...
Tinopak si Jopeth noong: 5:17 AM
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Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Insomia
Hindi ako makatulog...naalimpungatan ako kaninang 2:45 ng madaling-araw. Hindi na ako nakatulog mula noon. Sinubukan ko lahat: nagtimpla ng gatas at ininom ito, nanood ng HBO, nakinig ng NU 107, nanood ng porn, nagbate, nanood ng Ghost in the Shell for the nth time, nag-chat, nagsulat sa blog....
HINDI PA RIN AKO INAANTOK!!!!!!!!! LECHE!
Tinopak si Jopeth noong: 6:21 AM
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Monday, December 13, 2004
Dimebag Darrel (1966-2004)
Dimebag Darrel, guitarist of Pantera and Damageplan, a great musician. One of the pillars of the metal industry, an industry that many loved and lived with. Losing him is like losing a President, nay, A TRIBAL CHIEF. An undeserved and unjustified loss. For those not into metal music, this seem to be nothing. But to us who embraced the metal music, it's a great loss.
Dimebag Darrel...
You will never be forgotten...
Tinopak si Jopeth noong: 6:14 AM
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Sunday, December 12, 2004
Gail, natatandaan mo ba ba ito?
Matagal ko na kasing hindi naabutang online si Gail. At hindi ko na rin siya nakakausap sa YM. Malamang busy siya sa bago niyang luvlife ngayon. Kung mababasa sana ito ni Gail, malamang matatawa siya dito. Ang nakapost sa baba ay usapan namin dalawa sa YM noong May 3, 2004, na sinave ko. Ito yung nabuking ni Gail ang aking maitim na sikreto. Ano kaya iyon? Basahin mo na lang para malaman mo.
vahn_kinzuko: oi
BUZZ!!!
vahn_kinzuko:
Gail: oy hehe brb kausap ko pamangkin ko.
Gail: ayaw isoli bala ng gba ko e
vahn_kinzuko: ganun?
vahn_kinzuko: pokemon tau
vahn_kinzuko: may gameboy ako dito
Gail: pokemon? hehehhee
Gail: asteeeg
Gail: gba?Gail: wala akong cable
vahn_kinzuko: wala kang laban sa tatlong ibon ko!!!!!
Gail: hahahahaha
Gail: ibon?
Gail: WALAAAA
Gail: =))
Gail: ibon pala ah
Gail: hehehehe
Gail: oy di kana ba virgin?
vahn_kinzuko: si articuno, si lugia, si ho-oh
Gail: ha?vahn_kinzuko: huh?
vahn_kinzuko: teka
vahn_kinzuko: bat mo naitanong?
Gail: kasi yun yung sabi mo sa crush thingy e
Gail: kaya ko tinatanong
(earlier, may pinasagutan na survey sa akin si Gail, at malamang doon niya nalaman yun)
vahn_kinzuko: waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!
vahn_kinzuko: nalaman mo doon?
Gail: pero kung ayaw mo sagutin.. wag na lang heheee
vahn_kinzuko: shet....
vahn_kinzuko:
vahn_kinzuko: hindi na....bakit?
Gail: =))
Gail: omg...
Gail: astegg!!!!
Gail: di nga?
vahn_kinzuko: anong asteeg dun?
vahn_kinzuko: oo
Gail: OMG!!!!!!
vahn_kinzuko: di na ako birhen
Gail: no way
vahn_kinzuko: at wag mo nang tanungin kung kanino
Gail: kanino?
Gail: hehe
Gail: marie?
vahn_kinzuko: hindi
Gail: oh
Gail: gail?=))
vahn_kinzuko: wag mo akong tatawanan ha
Gail: okay
vahn_kinzuko: sa maid namin nung 1st yr HS ako
Gail: hindi nga????
vahn_kinzuko: shet....
vahn_kinzuko: oo nga
Gail: ows?
vahn_kinzuko: ayan
Gail: ilan taon maid nyo?
vahn_kinzuko: nakakhiya na....
vahn_kinzuko: 18 siya noon
Gail: anukaba wag ka mahiya..
Gail: tas ikaw 13?
vahn_kinzuko: 13 ako
vahn_kinzuko: oo
Gail: masarap?
vahn_kinzuko: natural
vahn_kinzuko: e kaw?
Gail: virgin pa syempre.
Gail: pero i want to try... PERO kapag mga 19 nako.
Gail: PERO shempre di ako magpapabuntis
Gail: hehe
Gail: masarap???
Gail: omg!!!!!
vahn_kinzuko: natural
vahn_kinzuko: masarap
vahn_kinzuko: pero nakakakaba
vahn_kinzuko: kasi 1st time ko eh
Gail: ows?
vahn_kinzuko: natural, nandun yung di mo alam kung saan mo ipapasok
Gail: shet.
Gail: cant wait hahaha
vahn_kinzuko: natural, nandun yung di mo alam kung saan mo ipapasok
Gail: lol...
vahn_kinzuko: oo
Gail: grabe..
Gail: GRABEEE!!!!!!!
Gail: hahahaha
vahn_kinzuko: baket?
Gail: wala... asteeeg
vahn_kinzuko: the best part is when she gave me a BJ and we did the 69er
Gail: lol.
Gail: weeeeh di nga?
vahn_kinzuko: oo nga
vahn_kinzuko: ayaw mong maniwala
Gail: grabe=)) astegggg..
vahn_kinzuko: ang totoo, di pa ako nakakiskor sa mga pokpok
vahn_kinzuko: laging free fuck ako
vahn_kinzuko: ehehehehehehe
Gail: hehehehe
Gail: asteg ah
vahn_kinzuko: ayoko
vahn_kinzuko: baka magkasakit ako sa mga pokpok
Gail: bakit? san nagsimula yung sa maid?
vahn_kinzuko: ummm...
vahn_kinzuko: nung isang gabi
vahn_kinzuko: late na akong natulog nun
Gail: tapos?
Gail: WEEEEH!!!!
Gail: totoo ba yan?
vahn_kinzuko: excited ka ah...
vahn_kinzuko: kala ko di ka malibog?
vahn_kinzuko: wehehehehehe
Gail: hindi ako nalilibog... curious lang ako
Gail: kupal ka
Gail: hahahaha
vahn_kinzuko: yun din yun
vahn_kinzuko: tapos, napansin ko eh parang kakaiba yung tingin sa aken
Gail: hehehe
Gail: tapos?
vahn_kinzuko: parang mental message thru visiual contact
vahn_kinzuko: dun kami sa kwarto ko
Gail: ok...
Gail: ano? naked kayong parehas? as in totally naked or butt naked lang?
vahn_kinzuko: hindi totally naked
vahn_kinzuko: kasi baka mahuli kami
vahn_kinzuko: para pag may gumising, mabilis makakapagbihis
Gail: heheheh tama
vahn_kinzuko: maingat yata ito
Gail: mas gusto ko yung ganyan.. hehe kasi nakakahiya ang taba ko e
Gail: lol
vahn_kinzuko: ganun?
Gail: naka condom ka?
vahn_kinzuko: hindi
vahn_kinzuko: parang impromptu sex nga eh
Gail: heheheheh
Gail: asteg...
Gail: sa totoo lang.. i cant wait to try it kaso shempre babae ko kaya nakakatakot... cguro kung lalake ako pwede pa hahahaha kaya sana may asawa nako hahaha joke.
Gail: pero im not a whore ok=))
Gail: natural lang na ganyan magfantacize mga babae
vahn_kinzuko: *tip: kapag makikipag sex ka ng 1st time
vahn_kinzuko: tell ur partner to masturbate 1st
vahn_kinzuko: or give him BJ
vahn_kinzuko: para hindi siya mag-oorgasm kagad
vahn_kinzuko: para di ka bitin
vahn_kinzuko:
Gail: hehehe
Gail: asteg
Gail: lol
Gail: bj nalang.. kasi pagmasturbate parang nakakatawa tignan e=))
Gail: pero shempre maligo muna sya no hahahahahaha
vahn_kinzuko: oo nga
Gail: huy hahaha natatawa ako sa testi ng friend ko
vahn_kinzuko: kaya lang badtrip ako sa maid namin
Gail: si chinee?!proud ako maging cuz yan!! ei,tama ba spelling co ng chinee?! ehehe....tlino yan pro tmad!medyo boyish pro malandi din yan!!lakas kc influence ni gail sa pagiging rockstar eh!!ksama ko yan sa first JAMMIN hehehe nmin,sya yung drummer!!astig dba?!syang nga lang kc wla pa syang sriling drumset and medyo bano pa kmi tumugtog!! more practice pa tayo!c gail,ngayon plang karir nya na paggtara,d tyo hinintay.ano ba to....wla na say2 cnasbi ko!!e2 last na.....kaw ung pnaka cool & favorite kong cuz!!!cge bye!!!
Gail: bakit?
vahn_kinzuko: mabaho yung kuwan niya
vahn_kinzuko: di yata sinasabon....
vahn_kinzuko:
Gail: DI NGA?=))
Gail: hahahahahaha
vahn_kinzuko: oo nga
Gail: sira ka talga..
Gail: haha
Gail: anong amoy?
vahn_kinzuko: kaya ayaw kong dilaan
Gail: hahahahaha
vahn_kinzuko: alam mo yung dilis na inipit sa kilikili ng bumbay?
vahn_kinzuko: hindi pa yun....
Gail: dapat pinaglaruan mo yung clit para mas nasarapan sya ehehe
Gail: vahn_kinzuko: alam mo yung dilis na inipit sa kilikili ng bumbay<--asteg sa description=))vahn_kinzuko: naks
vahn_kinzuko: alam na alam
vahn_kinzuko: kaw yata ang disipulo ni margie homes
Gail: hahah hinde.
Gail: lol.
Gail: gago ka=))
vahn_kinzuko: papalit lang kay xerex xaviera?
Gail: pero mas masarap kapag ganon.. baka sa sobrang sarap maipit nya ng legs nya yun leeg mo haha
Gail: xerex ka jan haha
Gail: hoy brb muna ko
vahn_kinzuko: okies
Gail: Gail: hehehehehe
vahn_kinzuko: jan ka magaling
Gail: thanks for sharing.
Gail: ako?
Gail: sira
vahn_kinzuko: sex, gitara at brb
vahn_kinzuko: jan ka magaling
vahn_kinzuko: brb din ako
vahn_kinzuko: susulat muna ako ng thesis
Note: Noong nangyari yung usapan na ito, wala pang BF si Gail. Ngayong may BF na siya, mukhang mapapakinabangan na niya yung mga pinag-usapan namin....hehehehe (joke lang Gail! Peace tayo!)!!!!
Tinopak si Jopeth noong: 3:37 PM
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Saturday, December 11, 2004
Kitchie Nadal
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Inlab na yata ako sa babaeng iyon..........ay mali..........inlab na talaga ako sa kanya!!!!! Ewan ko ba kung bakit...hindi naman siya maganda, hindi naman siya sexy, pero....inlab ako sa kanya!!!!! Leche....papakasal na yata akos a kanya....hehehehehe...waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!
Tinopak si Jopeth noong: 5:25 AM
