Martes, Oktubre 30, 2012

ingleserang makyuray

The following is a letter found at a certain bar in Manila and has been preserved in its original, unedited form. Enjoy reading and you may try direct translation in tagalog. Pls read with feelings. . .  

INGLESERANG MAKYURAY writes a letter:
October 1996
To Marife,
I am not surprise or wander why Dennis leave you why? What reason can you think but you’re very fat body. I thought before that Dennis only use me to his toy but sooner and later I’m realize that he really can’t not beared or stomached to be with you anymore because at first, Dennis say he could not stand you’re habit of making pakialam all his walks (lakad) and always calling to their house what he go home or this or that.

And then he say he get ashame to me either in school or in his family and then asking you to exercise you’re very very, very fat body. But you hate it. Thought you’re the most preetiest girls he knows about. What do you think you are “Beautiful Girl” of Jose Marie Chan?

Even you are beautiful face (to your think) you do not have the right to called me whatsoever or else difference name one time or the other for the real purposed to insults my personality because I’m never call you names either in the front of Dennis or in the backs of Dennis, but if you start already to calling me different name, I don’t have any other choice but to call you other different name to. Like you are a PIG, FAT, OBESSED, OVERWIGHT, AND UGLY SHAPE girl. Shame to you’re body that is to a BUDING.

You can’t not blame Dennis for exchanging you to me because I am the more sexier that you when you look to us in the mirror. I’m repeat again that you are like Ike Lozada when she is a girl.

Love,
The Sexiest Girl of D.M.

P.S.
You say that I’m the bad breathe but who is Dennis want to kissed, Me or you? And the final is me. There you go.


hungtaray lang deebuh? nanliit nman akis sa ingles mu te! intro pa lang sindak na sindak na agad ang bakla!
tanong lang, ano bang kinalaman ni Jose Mari Chan ba’t xa nasangkot dito? in ferness, ngayon ko lang nalamang me past tense pala ang obese, hiyang-hiya nman ako sa sarili ko. hindi ko lang ma-gets yung BUDING, hanu yon?
ano, ba’t di kayo makakibo dyan? dumugo rin ba mga utak nyo at lumabas sa ilong mga beks? hungtaray lang deebuh? at kinabog akez sa PS niya, parang nagra-rap lang. THERE YOU GO. Yo! break it down!



related post: ingleserang froglet


source: The Golden Ray Publication (CDONHS)

Martes, Oktubre 23, 2012

my dearests,

it has been a year now since an almost non-sense, crazy sloppy blog started on this very date. dati, ‘kala ko mga walang kabuluhang bagay lang ang ipopost ko pero kinalaunan it has become a confidant, my company when i needed someone there to listen; when my heart overspilled with emotions and my fingers can’t seem to rest while writing everything down; when my thoughts verify the rundowns of the ever-flowing experiences, the memories some important and some trivial. yet all of which makes the person of me.

oh dear you, my blog, you would be the worst ever if i may have in the future an enemy. you knew everything i possess: matters i’m too afraid to let everyone know were all written on your pages; you are the chronicle of me…

you are basically, me.

i never realized it’s been already a year. so what has a year made you? well, you gained 4 official followers and about a dozen more readers out there, and you have reached and exceeded my 2k page views target. i know it’s not something yet i could brag about but in humble words, this has been in a way an accomplishment i could not be happier. it is my happiness because you started as a dream, then a desire, and what transpired to be Ang Beking Me Dugong Stripes;  hindi lang red, hindi lang green, cerise, pink o baby blue, Stripes talaga mga te. proud to be bakla!

shett ang babaw lang ng kaligayahan ko.

for all of you followers & readers—Thank You.

Salamat po ng marami.

thank you for coming across here and stumbling into a page or two, for the time spent with me; for keeping in-touch sa pakikipag-chismisan, sa tawanan at baklaan, sa pakikinig at sa pag-iemo. i may not have asked you to do a thing for me, but your visits count as a big support/favor. and for inspiring me to love this even more. ughh..such a drama queen!

so cheers for the year it was. i together with this blog will make another small steps to get through another year, and hopefully, years as i celebrate and pen down the melodious ditties of my heart and thoughts; the details of my nothing but ordinary beki life.



yours truly,
bender. ang beking me dugong stripes




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Lunes, Oktubre 15, 2012

when loneliness sets in



i went out of my room to our backyard where i could gaze the luminosity and expanse of the sky: leafy and deep but filled with stars. the moonbeam and the shadow of the leaves brushing on my cheeks while the cold of the midnight’s rushing hugging my barely brawny frame. i imagined myself sitting atop the rocks staring and listening to the murmuring of the flowing brook; throwing my thoughts away to stream down together with its endless flow, the silver of the moonlight glistening. i can smell the peace of the earth at night. everyone in their pleasant slumber; half the world sleeps but not me. 

a friend to loneliness as i always am, it has been a regular almost a near constant thing for me to become sad even without any valid reason. i have grown too familiar with it that i’ve learned how to make most of the loneliness:  keeping myself busy at work, poetry, painting, or crafting, and even blogging are a few to say that when corresponds. and these i can say were very solitary things. when i am desolate it is when i’m inspired to do something i would become lifted after, 

then it feels better. 

but even with the inspiration that desolation has given me all through, it has its own objections as well—i feel sad. i feel sad because of words that were never spoken, my neglected emotions; i feel sad because it transcends from the frustrations i have been living with, with me dispensing some of my beliefs trying to conform and look things from the common perspective.

i was with a friend in a jeepney this morning when he told me he’s going back home; (w/c by the way is very far away). we were having an interesting conversation and i tried to be as cheerful as i can yet, it was kind of disheartening because was just beginning to find him interesting.. it’s really awful not having the certainty when could the next time you be seeing each other again. i really hated it and at that point i can’t raise my head while walking; i wanted to cry.

even with the company of good friends i still feel the desolation at times. something very superficial that it felt the hilarity of our chats appeared to have deserted me. perhaps it was just laughter but no happiness in it. i was shut and that was it loneliness once again kicks in. 

but the course of the ticking hours of the progressing night has brought me serenity at the moment—there at the backyard i found peace—an assurance that with everything that is going to happen, loneliness setting in, i still am lucky to find beauty amidst this cumbersome state of life.

before i went to sleep i have thought: i am a loner…and maybe forever i’ll be.



Biyernes, Oktubre 05, 2012

stay place

Stay place for I shall go to you
Your path is my way
Spread those roses so I could follow.

Stay place for soon I'll be coming
Spare a comfort for me
I commend my hopes into the air.

Stay place and I will make haste
I have sent my cry
It will come to surface in the sparkling sea...

Meet me across the miles
We'll come together into the light,
...stay place.

















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