*cholo taunting accent*

I just got a friendster invite from sooomeooone…

Whastat you call him again, Cholo? That guy your friend is flirting with but is trying to fake this “I’m innocent, he’s innocent, we are SO NOT flirting with each other” look in front of you?

Ahh. Calling that gurl whose crush just added me: alam mo bang pa-cute (na cute din naman) ang crush mo?

THERE ARE ONLY THREE times of which I could remember significantly running after someone. The first was placed on a rather figurative level (although still experienced a certain degree of running after); the second time placed a different meaning on serendipitous rains. I thought I was opening my heart. And after I thought I did, he revolted on the thought and hailed the nearest possible cab. I ran after; he gave me a significant look and sped away. Months after, we’d just be laughing about the incident over Yahoo Messenger. But after that, I regarded drizzles and rains with slight cynicism, albeit on a different light.

The third night was not any different. There weren’t any rains, but there was a slight hazy effect on the atmosphere possibly brought about by the slight amount of beer playing with my innards. I was sitting on our front steps, almost dumb founded. His steps faded from the corner. He did not look back. Not like he used to.

I still sat there, dumbly looking ahead. For a few seconds. Maybe minutes.

Then I found myself slowly getting up. I uttered something unaudible. I can’t even remember. My hands automatically made its way to the gate. I heard the clink in the lock. And then footsteps. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly regaining speed. Faster. Faster.

And then, stop.

He was gone.

He was gone. That fast. I wasn’t even able to say properly what I meant to say.

And that was it. Like the other events before this, I was left again standing, dumbfounded, somewhere under the stars, still wondering exactly what the hell those tears were for when it was all my fault in the first place.

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We’re all heading towards one direction,
with all the bumps and possible turns,
but how much more shall I wait,
before I reach the next safe stop?

Hopefully not too long. I’d be able to breathe again.

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If you can guess who that guy is on… err… supposedly cartoon-Adraiene’s shirt, you’ll win a prize. I’ll think what I’ll give.

This contest basically excludes Cholo, Viva, Marthy, Jay, Kurei, Lyndon Gregorio, and all the other Piro/Largo/www.Megatokyo.com fans out there.

Oops, did I say the answer? *cackles* This is my new comic net obsession. Try it. It’s actually worth your extra aside-from-chat-and-porno net time.

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Yes! Contrary to popular beliefs, I’m alive!!

Well…now what?

I’m sorry. I have my reasons for not updating. I have tons of things to tell you guys. But right now, I have to do the right things I MUST do.

Please. I beg you. Pray for me. Pray for me. I need all your prayers. I need to pull off something. I know I had to pay for my sins, but I just wish I get redemption. I know I deserve that redemption somehow. Please. Pray. For me. Please. I really beg you.

PLEASE. PRAY. FOR ME.