On Blueberry-Flavored Anything
It occurred to me that we all ought to join together to attack other countries. What has that got to do with Blueberry-Flavored Anything, you may ask? OK. When the grass was still green and the sky still blue life was a little more peaceful. It did not occur to me back then what it is all about. So that's that. Although it felt more like a dream to me then. Nothing like another blogger. Which isn't something I post about usually, but...
i went to see flyboys. nice. cool planes. first time out in 4days. the stupid bagyo sucks like hell. still have a cold. me adn gab two months next week. What of it? haaay, what will happen next?
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this is a conversation between me and rein gomez.
reinthunder: heyy!
Asia Noble: YOOOO
Asia Noble: i was on the radio this morning
reinthunder: what did you say!
Asia Noble: iono
Asia Noble: haha
Asia Noble: i forgot na
Asia Noble: nogs heard me!! kala ko by that time wala nang nakikinig
reinthunder: haha! what station ba?
Asia Noble: 89.9Asia Noble:
reinthunder: nice! haha!
reinthunder: how come you don't reply! wala lang!
Asia Noble: what?Asia Noble: sa jokes mo?
Asia Noble: i dont have load!!
Asia Noble: sorrrrry
Asia Noble: i have load for sun lang
Asia Noble: plus nagloloko fone ko eh sooo
Asia Noble: ayun
Asia Noble: SOOORRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYY
reinthunder: hahaha! ok lang! kala ko di mo narereceive!
Asia Noble: nareceive ko mga umaga na
Asia Noble:
reinthunder:
Asia Noble: anywayyy
reinthunder: sun talaga o1
reinthunder: anyway
reinthunder: what's up?
Asia Noble: whats up?
Asia Noble: ahaha
Asia Noble: nothing much
Asia Noble: im a prophet
Asia Noble: you?
reinthunder: explain please!
reinthunder: haha wala, happy classes were called off!
Asia Noble: kasi nung umaga bago pa ko bumangon
Asia Noble: sabi ko "masusupend classes today"
Asia Noble: pero walang sinasabi sa rafio
Asia Noble: radio
Asia Noble: so ayun sinundo ako ng bus
Asia Noble: sabi ko sa kanila "pustahan buhay ko suspended classes"
Asia Noble: nasa bus na ko pero may nagtext sabi wala na raw classes so binalik kami sa mga bahay namin
Asia Noble: maya maya tumawag ang busmate ko sabi "asia, may classes"
Asia Noble: sabi ko naman "PUSTAHAN kng meron man, suspended yan by lunch"
Asia Noble: yan sinundo kami
Asia Noble: we were runniung late na
Asia Noble: we ate at mcdo an rin
Asia Noble: pagkapasok namin sa school, ayan yun akyat classrooms
Asia Noble: sabi ko ulit "PUSTAHAN TAYO, suspended na talaga"
Asia Noble: tapos ung intercom tumunog at may nagsalita "TEACHERS AND STUDENTS blah blah
Asia Noble: You may leave at lunch time, classes have been suspended"
Asia Noble: OH DIBA?
Asia Noble: reinthunder: Aba!
reinthunder: Prophet nga!
reinthunder: Ang super traffic sa ateneo eh hahaha
Asia Noble: oh diba diba? hahahaAsia Noble: oo nga
Asia Noble: kaya nga narinig ni nogs ang aking Shout out eh
Asia Noble: reinthunder: yes naman!reinthunder: regular ka nagshoshout? I mean dun?
Asia Noble: NOOO
Asia Noble: i was just so bored kasi ang tagal bumalik ng bus
Asia Noble: tapos i remembered na i told kikay na id call lang. hahaha kasi we listen to that station pag umaga tapos puro ac girls tumatawag
Asia Noble: reinthunder: ahhhh
reinthunder: pero astig naman nun! hahaha!
my brush with fame hahahaha shyet lame
The Harlequin girl went to school to refresh her memory of past lessons learned in the learning institution of Scholastica. She found out that Filippino was the first subject to be reviewed. so she and her friends had 2 hours to waste. they decided to embark on an adventure to Ateneo de Manila and Recto. In Recto her friend had a locense made. Sophia Bianca Concordia. Wooh. And then they arrived at Katipunan, Golden Arches. They met up with Mr. Madrid and sat in the expert guides review class. then they left for they had tp return to Scholastica's to review for english. and then they did. After which their friend Francesca went to a meeting with the Lord. Then they went to Taft's branch of golden arches (where their manager died) waiting for Francesca. then they went home.
im in love with my teacher.
My Abulafia
My Machine
Another day has gone by with me thinking of you and remembering your scent as though you were right beside me. I think to myself, as I hear your laughter in my mind and imagine it filling the room, how long it has been since we have decided to part ways. Ironically, we were the first to go. The first to give up, the first to back out of the dance, the tango, The “vertical expression of a horizontal wish” that now serves as a metaphor for our 4 blissful months together. The first of four couples to give up. We, the ones who condemned the other three as hopefuls and naïve unaware, uneducated, ignorami.
We never did believe in love, did we? Until we both fell victim to it.
Now, I suffer the almost unbearable (oh, now I’m just being dramatic) consequence of our naïve commitment, our pathetic attempt at imitating adulthood by reenacting marriage to some extent but just a wee bit before the limits of sexual intimacy.
Sweet, unendurable memories are embedded deeply, etched, forced, imprinted on my mind. Even the seemingly innocent sweet nothings that you have whispered in my ear echo before my eyes droop and I slip into the eternally sweet comforts of sleep. Even your lewd, malicious, naughty and irresistible comments that never fail to “perk me up” continue to haunt my waking thoughts. What do you think I think about when I wake? You, of course. You conniving scum. You bastard of bastards. Jerk of Jerks. You, He Who Lacks Balls. You have done this to me. You have so imbued your being and placed such an impression on me that I am no longer capable of being with any other man, or woman for that matter, without thinking of you, without screaming out your name unconsciously, without being ghosted by your scent.
I realize, now, then, whenever, what we had was almost like a parody. No, more like a farce. Maybe we were brought together by Eros to show us how bad we’ve got it in. We, who laughed off love, shrugged a shoulder and dismissed it, were the most deeply affected of all. Oh no, you were no Romeo, and I myself were no Juliet, but oh did we make such a pair. You, my Ovid, you and your Amores, and I, your mistress, with my stupid, ambitious deception which I would come to later regret. Eros brought us together to mock us for mocking him. No, wait, he brought us together to show us that by making a mockery of his one Thing, we in the end, would be on the receiving end of a very ill joke.
“I want to hold you close, skin pressed against me tight, it’s so lovely it feels so right. I want to hold you close, soft breast, beating heart, as I whisper in your ear, I want to fucking tear you apart.”
Oh my. My Abulafia. How many pleas have I burdened you with? Oh but you are not burdened by these things for you are only a machine. A medium I have chose to express my emotions. How pathetic this must be. You that I have named after another little machine that has also been used by another tortured soul such as yours truly. An imaginary machine at that, from a book that has taught me so much. A book that became my world for 2 days and a night. What more can I say when all has been said? And with this, I bid you, adieu.
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And last night, you, wretch of wretches called me; Awakened me from my sweet blissful sleep with a modern nuisance called SMS. With the few words “Come sta? Am I invited on the 23rd?” you awoke the dormant emotions within me. The 23rd of April, day of my birth, the day I was born to be with you. I, half expecting that you would probably not reply after I did, told you that yes, of course you were invited. I didn’t expect you to come but, yes, you were invited. There, that said, I can go back and slumber. Then the wretched thing started ringing. Right next to my ear, where it has been a habit of mine to put it next to. And lo, who should be calling at that late hour, but you, my Ovid. And so I answered the call and decided to get up and try to figure out why and what the hell you were doing. A few seconds later, it was hard to miss you see, I noticed you sounded intoxicated. I asked why you called. You asked me of my suitors, who which you rival in a sense that they do something, you don’t , and yet you still expect me to choose you over them. I laughed and shrugged it off because even if I denied the implication, I knew in my bones that it was true. You, being the tease that you are and not realizing the amount of pain you were causing by reopening a closed wound, sang songs in your drunken voice asking for me to help you go to sleep because you could not on your own. This little exchange of “Go to sleep” and “Tell me something to get me to sleep” went on until 2 ante meridian. I did not want to hope again. You were making me hope for another spark. You made me feel like a child, trying to build a bonfire with one wet twig. What did you expect from calling me? That I would just pretend everything was ok and then I could go on letting you make a mockery of myself? Oh no. I knew better than that. As I recount this experience of last night, I realize that by now, you must have probably forgotten that you even ever called me. Oh, the irony of defeat.
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Wow. I cant believe its been sooo long since i last updated. Its been about 6 months since he and I broke up. I thought I was over it all. I guess not. I went to the AdMU fair last night. I was with 2 of my friends. We met up with someone. Then I saw Miko. We hung out. Mein saw me with him. He got mad at me or something. Miko asked me to his prom. I said 'yes'. Then we sat outside waiting for my ride. I was with Miko. Then Jiggy called... i cant take this.. this will be continued..
