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nips grew bigger
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Sep 8, 2010 1:55 pm
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carefully served on a silver platter
fully attended is all that matter
at times taken for granted, perhaps
as there've been some very close mishaps
i can't remember the last time i slept so sound
last night was the first, i was few feet off the ground
dead as a log at a very early time
i continued to, til i heard the chime
only few hours before ...
well, it's been a while since i had a shot
whether it was neat or with rocks on my scotch
the nips ... the nips ... the nips grew bigger
i should have just poured all in a pitcher
i sat by the fire wrapped in my warm robe
staring at the tv with no volume at all
as per usual, the mind was lethal
i became a beast from a tiny animal
oh how i missed this kind of company
sitting alone with my closest buddy
we have a lot of catching up to do johnny
my regards to jim, jack, and that wild turkey
i cringed the first time it hit my taste buds
then it became sweeter, the sweetest i've ever had
am i being re-acquainted to my old habits
pouring, turning glass, taking lots of tiny sips
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sunshine on cloudy day
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Sep 7, 2010 2:00 pm
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draw the curtains back and let the rays in
let me look out and see the silver lining
tho under the tree's huge canopy
shine shine shine ... please shine on me
just a small creature in nature's wilderness
making only small, fading sound under duress
an intellect ... not the very slightest
practically smart ... in its every true sense
as the dark sets in as it always does
the creature, alone amongst the peat moss
looking up ... checking for any signs
the brightest star ... the brightest that shine
darkness is not always pitch black
shades of grey is sometimes enough
an assurance would go 6000 miles
a potion against so many viles
mad
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am i lucky? am i really?
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Sep 5, 2010 2:44 pm
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i often hear people say:
you are lucky, you have cars
you are lucky, you have a home
you are lucky, you are working
you are lucky, you are able to go on holidays
you are lucky, you have a beautiful daughter, talented, and smart
you are lucky, you have clothes on your back
you are lucky, you are alive
am i? am i really lucky? is being alive lucky?
i was recently asked by someone very close to me, "would you take a bullet for a friend?" i replied, YES
however, there are no more bullets to take ... my very close and best friends decided not to have me take the bullets for them.
am i really lucky? or are they luckier to be in peace and now in company of the Creator.
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let me tell you ... (on bebong's blog)
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Sep 1, 2010 1:57 pm
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a very good topic indeed.
most bloggers would say, i would just blog and i dont have the care in the world whether i am read or not. however, bloggers saying this are those ones being read already and have set a mark on the blogsville.
yes, we blog to be read. we blog to interact. we blog to get attention. we blog to share our feelings, good or bad. we blog to de-stress (this is me, btw). we blog to say what we really think, things that we would not attempt to say in the real world.
in my years here, i have read a few ... commented on a few ... interacted with other bloggers. in my years here, i have read name callings ... i have read bashings ... in my years here, i have read those bloggers not read by others. great bloggers, however, because they were new, they were not seen in the blog radar.
it is unfortunate to say that for one to be read, one has to be controversial. it is unfortunate to say, that one has to have some beef with another blogger to be noticed.
the abovementioned is debatable by those who fit the shoe. but it is the fact and there is no denying.
being friends to all (or most) in fff is a guaranteed ticket to be read. forget the context of the blog ... forget the construction of the blog ... forget if the blog has sense or not. he / she has friends, ergo, readers flock.
beb, i read your blogs before ... commented on some ... muted on others. you went and gone for a while. now, you are back ... welcome.
these are my thoughts alone ... i dont speak for anyone.
keep blogging ... you have one guaranteed reader
as for those bloggers not getting the attention ... they have mine, tho i dont leave comments always
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i came ... back so soon
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Aug 31, 2010 2:00 pm
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the warmth of it would open up my facial pores
only to 'em hosed by squirting perhomones
i'd be pitching up tent without any doubt
surveying, marking, pegging deep with a single clout
yes, i am back ... madder than mad
obviously, no blogging is not to be had
my mind always ticking ... fingers twitchin' and itchin'
wish i could use 'em more than just for freakin typin'
it did not last ... it was a short lived self exile
de-stresses me even if my blogs are not lengthy miles
so serious ... too engrossed with my fully hectic work
i need time for myself ... even as a goof or a hopeless dork
i guess it is hard to put a good man down
harder it is for one wearing a laurel crown
hardest it is if you are a weed on the ground
everyone has their flaws ... not everyone is sound
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something different
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Aug 23, 2010 1:12 am
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for a while now, i've been thinking of writing in tagalog
it's unchartered teritory, tho in the past i mixed some in my blog
but the challenge is to blog to be loved
not to blog in tagalog for people to laugh
sa ngayon, wala ako maisip na isulat
bayaan ko lang daliri at isip imulat
siguro bago matapos itong araw, ako tapos na
sobra hirap magisip, kaya mga kaibigan ... bahala na
ang blog na ito ay bago sakin
ang iba na salita hindi alam sabihin
pasensia po kung marami male
kayo ay nagtatawa sakin isip na bale
maramin salamat sa inyo lahat
sa oras niyo sa pagbasa ng sulat
mahal kita, mahal mo siya, mahal niya iba
wala na ko masabi, nabasa ko yan sa kanta
paalam mga maganda tao dito
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when i was down and out ...
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Aug 18, 2010 1:53 pm
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was it strange that i came home early?
you heard the garage door opened automatically
then i saw you by the door, a big smile on your face
no signs of sadness ... waving at me with all the happy traits
i must be so transparent, you read me like a book
as soon as i got to you, you gave me a sweet look
instantaneously, you gave me a huge hug
so tight that i could not put down my bag
your hands rubbed my back gently
perhaps reassuring that life aint empty
you tiptoed and reached for my cheeks
you kissed both and then my lips
it was the usual evening, i prepared dinner
tho we were talking, we felt the surrounding dimmer
we talked about your day ... i avoided mine
and then silence ... we both continued to dine
it was my turn to wash the dishes
then from behind, you gave me the tightest embrace
i was paralyzed ... i was numbed
of joy .. yes! ... i fully succumbed
later that night as i lay in the room
i was overwhelmed ... it was a night of gloom
i heard you walking down the hall
so i pretended i was asleep ... i did not move at all
you must have felt that i've been stressing
slowly, you pushed the door ajar ... i heard it opening
you did what i thought you would do
you climb in and and grabbed yourself a pillow
you must have the gentlest hug
tears rolled down my eyes ... i'm a proud dad
you moved me ... i controlled not to sob
then you said, "dad, you are a gift from above"
i love you, babe
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sea of change
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Aug 12, 2010 12:12 am
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i have not blogged for a while and with my scattered thoughts, i don't think i could whip up a rhyme. therefore, i shall let my fingers do the talking, randomly, and unedited version of mad's inner thoughts.
there are times we find our comfort zones, very seldom it happens, but they do. zones where we sometimes become too complacent since it is too comfortable, just like the frog in the pot metaphor. we become too comfortable that a slight change would tip the balance of it all. balance that, maybe, we never thought existed. perhaps, it's not balanced ... perhaps, we are compensating to make it balance.
change is a good thing ... change is a bad thing ... whatever and however you define change, it is here with us ... in this life ... it's the only constant thing we get ... and if you ask me, it's a bummer but we have to live with it.
what used to be known as 'global warming' is now aptly termed 'climate change'. yes, change! ... change is constant, may it be for the better or for worse. getting married is a change ... getting into a relationship is a change ... divorce is a change ... splitting up is a change. disasters in india, pakistan, and china, tornados in america, heavy rains in the philippines ... all these were caused by change ... change in nature, appropriately called 'natural disaster'. despite the nature's good side, unfortunately, there is also the wrath of nature. have you ever been caught up in an eye of the storm or a freakish tornados nature? no one wants to be in that situation, but, sadly enough, people get caught.
this is not my typical blog style, but hey, i am entitled to change. there are changes i can control and there are those that i can not.
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terms of endearment ... part 2
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Jul 28, 2010 12:29 am
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Please allow me to reply in this format to those who left a comment in part 1 of ‘terms of endearment’ blog released a few days ago. But before I do that, let me thank those who regularly visit my humble space, give me their precious time, leave a comment, then come back again to read my replies to them. To you, I am indebted. Nothing makes a blogger’s heart pitter patter than those comments, may it be good or bad. Nothing makes a blogger’s heart rate increase than those fellow bloggers / readers engaging some sort of conversation, at times connection, by way of comments, i.e., funny and serious comments, a whine, or simply an emoticon. I appreciate your reaction and your input, telling me and readers alike of your terms of endearment. Some terms are known to all, whilst others are exclusive to your own.
Although we all have a pretty fair idea of what falls under the category of ‘terms of endearment’, there are some terms that are overlooked and are not categorized at all. Terms that are endearing only to a particular couple and when heard by others, these said terms could be misinterpreted in all sorts of different ways and meanings. These terms are not for the faint hearted … just a warning to my readers before I list some of them. Besides the warning, I should also mention that these terms shall be used in the right context as they are in the borderline of making one really upset, flare up, even make them throw whatever things within their reach. I guess the best way to name these terms would be alongside a scenario, thus, not giving my readers any ideas that I am a chauvinistic pig.
Scenario one: gf leaves her cell phone at home and can not be contacted by her bf.
After hours of painstakingly trying to reach each other, they finally met at the mall. The bf, tho very irrate, with a smile on his face said, “You b1tch … you left your phone at home and I can’t get hold of you … I was very worried.” Before he even finished his sentence, he leaned over, reached for her, and gave her a gentle hug.
Scenario two: bf, being an uncivilized pr1ck (another T.E.M), dropped a meatball on his new shirt given by gf, stained it, and continued to eat like a pig.
With an upset voice and raised arms, gf yelled, “you moron … do you know how long it took me to find that shirt ??? you are a complete idiot, love”, then stood up, went across the table, wiped the stain off, and kissed the idiot on the lips and whispered, “be careful next time, babe”
These two scenarios are enough to convey what I am trying to say about hurtful words used as endearing terms. As I said, make sure these terms are used in the right context, in the right manner, in the right time, with full affection. Trust me … I’ve used these terms in the past and took our relationship to a whole new level … we split up, hahahaha.
What else have I established and achieved in this blog? Four things …
Firstly, I established that I have the ability to write blogs other than rhymes. In the past, I had the priviledge and honour to exchange thoughts and ideas with a fellow blogger. Apparently, she tried to rhyme but turned out to be a disaster. Thus, raising the question … is blogging in rhymes a talent or just mono syllabic? My answer is … (a) I do not have a talent, (b) I am lazy to write (and read) long blogs, with the exemption of few prolific ones I enjoy reading, (c) I find it easy to convey my message directly or indirectly to the point, cryptic or otherwise, with very little use of basic english words.
Secondly, I achieved thanking all those who participated in part 1 of this blog, those who kept coming back to read me, those who’ve become part of my fff stint, some of whom are now my friends in reality, i.e., outside the norm of cybercity. An achievement indeed, to be able to turn those hurtful words into terms most endearing for a partner to hear, used in the right context, may it be jokingly or lovingly but never annoyingly.
Penultimately, I hope that I established that madboutcakes is madboutcakes. My gratitude to Ms smiley for her blog a week ago, raising the curiousity bar a notch. Ms Smiley asked the question … is madboutcakes another person. The comments in that blog were very interesting, people doubting, people asking, people defending. Let me take this opportunity to thank tinidor and jane82 for the way they analyzed both bloggers. And I must say, with these two comments, I began to realize that I am really blogging, not only my thoughts and feelings, but my real character and personality as well. To those who were in doubt, I can only say, keep doubting. With your doubts, people behind the newly created handles, clone or not, are aware that they are being watched and perhaps even scrutinized to the nth degree. Being mistaken for another blogger was an honour to me. I was truly flattered. Having said that, I was glad that few readers / bloggers had the ability to differentiate the two.
And finally, I hope you agree with my pick of the 2 most unique bloggers, being Ms Smiley and my sister, Fantasiamore.
I apologize for any spelling mistakes, incoherrent sentence construction, plus others, as this blog is unedited
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terms of endearment
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Jul 26, 2010 1:36 pm
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let me come back to my regular programming
and put an end to my senseless erotica blogging
although, i was glad i'd released it out of my system
it was a testament that i am not numb, that i could be a specimen
and with that out of the way
a topic in my mind always play
curiousity, as i always say, kills the pussy
but forgive me if this leads to something mushy
if you are in a relationship or about to have one
may i ask, do you call him/her by name or sweet hon
dear ... sweetie ... darling ... are only but a few
love ... mahal ... babycake ... or maybe even "my fafa"
there are so many terms of endearment
but others dont use 'em, and only when threatened
i guess, my question is ... what are yours?
mine is simple ... "to the one i adore"
mad
Please ignore the last line ... i could not think of a rhyme
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