iSWEAR it's munggobread.

"Alam mo, D. Iba na talaga yang nararamdaman mo sa mga sapatos mo eh..." -- G.


My Swears et moi. :) ...In lurrrbbb. LOL.

Marc and Geoms are staying over because SEWA decided it would be fun to muck up the power over at the industrial area.

Marc's finger got itchy and I got all camwhore-y. Haha. Good combination.

We have like a whole set of photos that I've been trying to upload for about a million hours now, but my connectment is still all crappy. Tsk.

Lovelovelovelovelove!

Hindi ko alam ba't mo ako ginaganto...

Themesong!!! Hahayyy. Ang saya saya. :) Hihihi.

Little Miss Wanty Wanter wants her long nails back. That and she wants to salsa. Ahihihi. Seville's? September 16? Trader Vic's? DUCTAC? Bahay na lang kaya? LOL.

Asking luck to be a lady tonight.

Danabelle in Afterparty Shorts

...Dala dala ng camera, di naman nagamit. Tsk.

LOL.

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Things I learned from last night...

1. I'm really old in some ways, but in some I'm really still a child. Blame it on my Gemini roots.

2. Whatever drink you first got drunk on way back when will always be the drink that will suit you for years to come.

3. Of course, that doesn't mean that you won't get drunk, you will get wasted, but the morning after, you'll still be functional.

4. ...But then of course, that could also just mean that I'm growing up... Seeing as that was a very subdued version of me drinking it up.

5. ...That and because I was able to wake up at 4:30, knowing I had to go somewhere, I took a shower. And up til now, I'm good to go.

6. ...Of course, waking up at 4:30 could also mean that I didn't really sleep... Because K's house doesn't really like me so much. This is the 4th time, I've "slept" over there and still... Nothing. I just really can't sleep there. May GHOTS kasi yata talaga.

7. I've really gotten the Pinoy Style Spag down. I'm a superhero now.

8. Men will be men...

9. ...And girls will be girls.

10. I don't really enjoy drinking as much as I used to... Of course, seeing me last night would probably negate this point, but really, believe me, I'm not as fond of it anymore.

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I've decided for the good of mankind to quit two things.

...Oh no wait... Three.

I won't elaborate what.

But let's just say, the first one really just doesn't make me happy anymore. The second one has managed to bore me to pieces. And the third one, well, the third one hinders the dancing, I feel. And dance is so much more important than the third one... Or all three combined even. Dance is love. <3

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Tomorrow will be the first day of my last week at work.

I think I'll miss working.

Actually, I'll probably miss EARNING more than WORKING.

Also, I think I might just miss the odd souls that I have met over the years.

It has been a good run... But I need to get on with my life. I've been in the waiting room for 7 years... It's time to get going.

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Speaking of seven years...

It's funny, how some things end.

Abruptly at that.

Oddly enough, everything seems to be alright.

It's all fallen where it's supposed to and I'm sure in the years to come it will keep doing that.

The party's over. You live. You learn.

GBCC. Eventhough, we didn't turn out to be each other's tomorrows, I still wish you a bright one.

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Sooo... August's almost over.

I wonder what September has in store.

Lovelovelovelovelove!

I've got more wit... A better kiss... A hotter touch...

...AND HAIRCLIPS SA BUHOK
Than any girl you'll ever meet.
Sweetie you had me.
Boy, I was it,
look past the sweat.
A better love deserving of
exchanging body heat in the passenger seat.
No, no, no...
YOU KNOW
IT WILL
ALWAYS
JUST BE ME.

Anong konek?

Wala lang.

LOL.

Gusto ko lang i-post yun picture ni KinderDana...

Sakto nagp-play ang Anxiety! At The Bar sa iTunes.

Lovelovelovelovelove!

Beket ambagal ng interwebs? Fasting din ba ang connectment?

Dear Little Mister Wanty Wanter,

I wonder how you'd react when you finally realize how bad it's gotten, where this really is, how it really is, and what it's become.

You're a conundrum. Normally, this would bother me. ...But right now, it just makes me smile. Chuckle, even. I can sense things coming full circle. And this is probably about to.

Y'can't win 'em all, babe.

Bygones.


As Always,
D.

Que buenos son los amores cuando se llevan por dentro. :)

High

The warmth creeps up on you
like a lover would come
from behind you
wrapping their arms
around your waist.
Slowly, the sweat
beads start to form
as you build up
and before you know it
you're drenched...
Soaking wet and
struggling to catch your breath.
...And yet you can't stop
moving.
Your fingers start to numb;
you close your eyes
and let the rhythm
take over you.
until
it
stops.
Sit. With the sound
of your heart beating.
The high takes over...
...And I still can't get over it.

I won't get caught with my foot in my mouth. ...And I won't let love take me out.

Hey ladies, why is that men can go do us wrong?

Dear L.,

In the wildest times of the world, I never realized that I'd actually meet someone like you... And by some sheer stroke of luck, I never thought I'd have to meet an exact replica of you. ...Oh no wait, that's not entirely true, he's not really an exact replica, although both your characters do resonate the same essence. An essence that reeks of the decaying stench of the mildew that wraps around worthlessness.

What is it with me and my infinite desire to accumulate junk? I think it's about wanting what seems to be unwanted. Or just finding beauty in something that can so easily be discarded. The wanting of something that should just be thrown out, knowing you can easily have something better in its place, is a mystery. It's a spoiled-brat syndrome, I suppose. Because I can have everything, I want something that no one would probably ever want.

To be fair, some junk do happen to be valuable. And no matter how despicable, broken, or unwanted they seem to be at first glance, they surprise you with a quality that redeems themselves in the end.

You, unfortunately, did not have a redeeming quality. I thought that you would, but unfortunately I was wrong. You are as you appear. Just junk.

And your doppelganger? Well that one, I had high hopes for. I thought that he would somehow redeem himself as he does seem to appear as if he has some value... And I waited for his potential, longer than I had waited for yours and in doing so, he has become an endearing fixture in my life. But that's all. Just as I was wrong about you, I turned out to be wrong about him.

Both of you have no redeeming qualities, because there is nothing to redeem. You have the maturity of a primate, the depth of a teaspoon, and the intellectual capacity of a dog.

But regardless of what you both turned out to be... Thank you, anyway. Having both of you in my life has been mildly entertaining.


As Always,
D. 

Innocent Dana

Friend: People think I'm innocent.
D: Well, you do look it... But hey it's a good look.
Friend: Hahaha.
D: It is! In fact, it's a great look! Goodness knows, I can't pull that look off... Kuko palang eh parang gusto mong tanungin sa kuko ko, "So, whose back were you scratchin' down last night?".

Nyahahaha. Wala eh... Di talaga bagay.

Danabelle in Ramadhan PostSecret Shorts

Sooo...

It's the start of 6-hour work days.

Unfortunately, I'll only be able to enjoy it for 10 days.

Hehe.

Hella psyched to get the heck out of that fluorescent prison, though.

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PostSecret!!! I'm still head over heels in love with this site.

La tristesse durera toujours...

Some guy did this to me...

...And I did this to some guy.

I did dream of Mimi stylin' it up one time. LOL.

<3

Me, too. Who wants to go with and get their swing on? Haha.

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I'm meeting up with my girl A later on.

I so love Ramadhan.

It's like being given the gift of time. :)

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Nothing much has been happening...

Same ol', same ol'...

Babybabybabybabybabybaybehhh. <3

I miss you like mad. I love you just as much.

Kissy kissy.

Love is...

Ramadhan's First Crafty Weekender Baby Photoblog

Yesterday...

I made my first diaper cake. :) Hihihi. Cute, yeah?

Today...

I made my first balloon centre pieces.

Still Today...

I went to my first baby shower.

Can you believe it? In my 25 years of existence. I've never been to one.

Ever.

Meomilie looked pretty happy about her surprise party. Hihihi.

Congrats again, guys! Go team Guittap! Hehehe.

Lovelovelovelove!

Holding on hope. 'Cause it's the last thing that's holding me...

Dear 20:33,

You can't just ask me that and expect me to be ok.

I've never asked you for anything... And I'll never ask you for anything that is not yours to give.

...I love you, but you're being unreasonable.

I hope you realize that.


As Always,
D.

Mmmm... Egg McMuffin. Nomnomnomnom. Thank you, Marc

Sorry sa mga na-spam ng email ko... Na-hack eh. Tsk. Bussett.

Mermaid

D: You remember that poem thingy on the O.C.? "I wish I was a mermaid, with long silvery hair..." something something. Well, I wish I was a mermaid... Para makakapit ako sa ilalim ng barko n'yo. Just knowing you're that close is enough. Plus I can resurface whenever you want me, too...
C: Ang sweet naman. I wish you were a mermaid, too. ...Para lagi kang topless.
D: Nyahahaha. Ok na eh. Panira ng moment, 'to oh. Blahahaha.

The Things I Think But Do Not Say v.Gajillion

1. You insulted me. Being a girl (or slut, however way you'd like to view me), I happen to have a history of being sexually objectified to the point that I'd have to fend ogling men off. And inasmuch as that could be pretty annoying, I've gotten used to it, and truth be told I actually enjoy being objectified, however twisted that may sound. Given our circumstances, I hope you understand that when you didn't objectify me, I was surprised. Shocked even. And knowing what I know about men, I was mildly peeved. But I let it pass, thinking that you were just a good boy, that you're not like other men who are ruled by their dumbsticks. But knowing what I know now is a friggin' insult. And no it's not about me wanting you. Heck, I don't want you now. But that was pretty insulting is what it was... And I know this sounds pretty twisted. ...But that is what I am. Twisted.

2. Don't you dare tell me that you were drunk. If you were, your penis wouldn't have functioned. I may not know much, but this I know.

3. You know what I think, though? I think that deep down, you're a narcissist. Which isn't such a bad thing. I know I'm one, too... But yeah, subconciously or not, you like to keep me around only because I feed your ego. Of course, I really hope you're doing it subconsciously, otherwise, that does not only make you a narcissist, but a friggin' asshole, too.

4. I don't think you're a bitch and I have no ill thoughts about you. In fact, I even feel for you. Having been in the same position as you're in now numerous times in the past, believe me, I know... You just happened to be collateral damage. I'm sorry about that and I'm sorry that you feel terrible.

5. I am upset for the wrong reasons, I know. This was my issue. I wanted to keep this in my little box, I was going to deal with it, but you had to force it out, eventhough I warned you of what would happen. Regardless, I was wrong. I am wrong. I'll probably always be wrong. I'm twisted. Saliwat ang utak ko. That's just how it is.

Danabelle in Bra-less Shorts

I've got a full weekend.

How I manage to get my calendar filled up in such a short amount of time, I'll never know.

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Yes, I wrote this on scratch paper at the office and I'm now typing it here.

Shorting like this has got to end...

Parang walang thrill eh.

...Of course, if I didn't tell you, you wouldn't have noticed.

And that could actually be metaphorical, but a lady would never tell.

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Shut up and put your money where your mouth is. That's what you get for waking up ... where now?

Haha.

Deyyum.

Vegas is teh shite. I'm hella excited for you babybabybabybabybabybaybeh. Apply ako sa inyo... Pole dancer.

Blahahaha.

BTW, bili na ng strawberry para di na nagagambala si Papa J.

Oh and another thing... Arriba arriba!

iLyCC.

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Beautiful people like to be called smart. And smart people like to be called beautiful.

I would elaborate, but I'm assuming that you already know what I mean.

...Matalino ka naman diba?

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I need new earmomaphones.

The wires on mine are showing and the right one got dunked in coffee this morning.

Poor thing.

Happy ear, though.

Coffee. Nomnomnom.

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Lately, I've been getting winked at. A lot. And at inappropriate times.

Sarap batukan at tanungin, "Huyyy. Ok ka lang? May tic ka ba?"

LOL. Taray, nuh? Nyarflarharharhar.

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Everyone seems to be noticing the weight-loss. Which is so friggin' awesome!

The downside to all this of course is...

...Bye, boobs. :(

I've been going bra-less for two days now and the boobies seem fine. Huhuhu.

Balik pantal ang labas ko neto eh.

Bussettt.

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How I manage to get myself into so much drama, I'll never know.

Everything will eventually fall where they're supposed to, I know. But right now it's just overkill.

Surprisingly, however, I'm in a fabulous mood.

I know it seems pretty fast. But you know me.

I AM the bouncebackin' kind.

And when things come full circle, you might actually figure out what the lady means.

Kissy kissy!

20:23

There's a problem with letting things simmer. Sure, it looks stable. But appearance isn't everything. What something appears to be and what it really is could be entirely different from each other.

And yeah, sure, it may not boil over, but left unattended, it would eventually dry up and burn.

There is a problem with letting things simmer. ...Can you smell the smoke?

Overkill. Shite. Crud. Frick.

My Pandora's Box

"Open it", he prodded. And so she did. And everything fell out. Just like it would when things like these are forced out.

"What is this?", he asked.

"It is what it is and I can't explain to you what you refuse to understand.", she said.

Dear Nobody,

I started writing you a pretty effed up letter lamenting on how I feel right now.

...But then I realized that you're just not worth the effort of a fabulously deep and beautiful letter.

There really is a thin line between love and hate and you are walking that line.

Watch your step.


As Always,
D.


P.S.: They say that vengeance is best served cold. I beg to differ. I say, it's best served hot. Sizzling hot.

Twitter up and decided to not like me so much. Tsk.

Eh paano kung boses lalake si Danabelle?

...Eh di Cold Kracker.

Harharhar...

...

Wag ka na mag-isip. Makinig ka na lang.

Danabelle in Madonnabelle Carlton-Morisette's Shorts

I know, I know...

I haven't written in forever.

Which sucks major butt... Unfortunately, time, as ever, is an issue.

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Went to the Blacksheep gig last night. The bands were awesome.

I luvvv Tsinelaz.

<3

That and the one with the girl singer. I forget the name. Monthly Red or something or other. I was too sleepy to actually pay attention. Plus my ears were ringin' like a muh-fuggin' trunkline. It was hella loud, babe. But hella fun, too.

Pictures soon. (Blacksheep and Atlantis)

Busy now. (SINGSNAPPIN', y'all. Haha.)

Sleepy, too. (Zzzz...)

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Speaking of sleepy.

Today...

T: Bukas na balik ni Mommy, no?
D: Actually, di ko sure kung bukas nga ba or sa day after yesterday. Ay... Anuvey, ngayon yun eh. Nyahahaha.
T: Kailangan mo na yata talagang matulog, love. Hahaha.

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Still today...

A: How are things out there?
D: Ok lang. Hella humid, boo. Sweat, sweat, sweat. Ugh, you know if it's not on the dance floor, it's just not worth it.
A: ...Parang narinig ko na yang linya na yan years ago... Tandang tanda ko pa, nagiintay tayo ng tricycle non. X-Rated version lang yung narinig ko sa'yo, ngayon PG na. Bumait ka na nga.

Blahahaha. I hatechu, boyyy. I miss you, though.

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Danabelle's Shorts are proud to present Miss Madonabelle Carlton-Morisette

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Nga pala... Sana sinampal mo na lang ako, yung malutong na malutong, tipong dinig ng buong bayan. O di kaya inginudngod sa semento, yung tipong halos mabura na mukha ko. Pwede din sanang hinubaran mo na lang ako sa gitna ng kalsada at pinasayaw sa bala... Kasi mas binaboy mo ko sa ginagawa mo. Bussett ka.

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Sooo... Sunday. I'm craving for some Istrowbari Sundae Yummy Goodness. Mmmm.

What have y'all been up to?

Miss you much. Love you so much more.

Kissy kissy.

Dear Frank,

Words seem to elude me...

I started to write as I usually do.

...But, I got nothing.

I think, knowing that you won't be able to read until you come back, demotivates me. Or something or other.

Not that you were ever really always there... But you came back... But then you left again...

And then...

Hayyyy. Ang gulo. Ang hirap magblog.

Miss lang siguro kita.


As Always,
D.

P.S.: iLyCC... <3 GoCart!

My message in a bottle...

"Seven years ago, I told you that if you wanted me to stay, I would, but you said that you didn't want to get in the way of my dreams. ...What I was dying to tell you was that you were the dream. You ARE the dream.", you said, right before we said our goodbyes, knowing that in a few hours, minutes, and seconds, you would have to leave yet again.

I wanted to tell you that as I watch waves crash into the shore, I can't help but think how this is exactly like us. You, being the wave and me, being the shore. I wanted to tell you that I moved closer to the beach so that I could go there anytime bringing along with me my memories of you. I wanted to tell you that with every wave that crashes in, I'm imagining that a part of you has come with it.

I wanted to tell you that this is magic. And anything and everything else doesn't and will never come close. The mystery of not knowing when, how, where, but knowing full-well why... I wanted to tell you that inasmuch as I look forward to you, I also look forward to the silences in between, because even in those silences you stay with me like a good dream stays with you when you wake up.

I wanted to tell you that I collect bottles because I place letters in them for you... Hoping that they would travel the seven seas and the lands in between, wishing that when you read them, you would know that I love you with all of my heart and that I am still standing on golden sands watching the ships as they go sailing. Waiting for your road to meet with my shore.

I wanted to tell you that I've listened to all the songs that you've sent me over the years and I keep listening to them over and over again... The lyrics resonate in my mind as I imagine your voice when you sang to me...

I miss your quirks. You do something to me that I can't explain... And knowing that you feel the same is a three-fold utopian dream. I love you.

Dream of me at sea as I dream of you at shore.


As Always,
D.

Bakalan

And you say, "Stay."

Mimi's Monologues - Maingay

Hi kids... It's me, Mimi. Do y'all still remember me?

I know I retired from blogging, but this was too funny for me to just keep quiet...

Today, Danabelle decided to take me to the kitty parlor. Where I got my hair did... Or lack thereof.

It was our first time, so naturally, we were both overwhelmed with shock. I'm not going to be a hypocrite and be all self-righteous saying that it didn't hurt. It did. But I kept silent just thinking of how it would be like when it's all over. Danabelle, however, was too shocked to keep her composure that she squealed with horror as each strip was tugged.

While this was going on, the nice kitty parlor lady started to chuckle saying:

Kitty Parlor Lady: Paano yan pag nagka-asawa ka... Eh di ganyan ka din kaingay?
D: *In between squeals* Tita, hindi naman n'ya ako siguro gaganyanin duh buh?

Hahaha. Y'gotta love Danabelle.

I missed you guys. Sorry, but I am still under retirement and I'm not sure when I'll be blogging again. Of course, if you need me...

...You know where to find me, all pretty, smooth, and all that jazz. Hahaha.

Toodles!

Bumpy

Dear Ewan,

Back in grade school, I used to have a classmate named Ewan, I think his parents spelt it as Euan to avoid having to explain to every Filipino that they didn't name their son "I have no idea." or Eh-wan.

So how are you? I hope all is well. Me? ...Ewan.

It's funny how things can change at such a rapid pace. Of course, this can mean a lot of things or it could mean nothing... But unfortunately or fortunately, this is what has caught my attention right now and this is what I'm choosing to write to you about.

Sometimes, things flip on you and you're just left there going, "Huh? WTF just happened here?". Of course, there are times when so many things just simultaneously happen and you really don't know how to react. You don't even know how to start putting the pieces together so that you can say something that is somewhat coherent.

Sigh.

It's funny. ...What's funny? Ewan. Sometimes there really are no answers... Just ewan.

May problema ba? ...Ewan.

Baket ganyan ka? ...Ewan.

Galit ka ba sa'kin? ...Ewan.

May nasabi ba ako? ...Ewan.

May nagawa ba ako? ...Ewan.

Pwede ba tayo mag-usap? ...Ewan.

Ano paguusapan natin? ...Ewan.

Makulit ba ako? ...Ewan.

Pikon ka na ba? ...Ewan.

Ano ba ito? ...Ewan.

Hoy. I love you. Walang bola. Sumagot ka naman, puro ka na lang ewan.


As Always,
D.

Miss ko na mag-adik sa Singsnap. Bussett na work hours iteyyy.

Suntok sa buwan...

Just the other day, I decided along with the advice of trusted friends that I should keep my distance. I realized that it's about time and it's what I have to do to finally be able to let you go.

It's been a long time coming, but what's been keeping me from leaving is what it will make me... Weak. ...Because it will appear as if I can't handle the tiny little emotions that my hyperactive hypothallamus is emitting. Or the pain of having to look at you devote yourself to someone else, while I, as it seems am devoted to you. But I realized that it's not about being weak, it's about doing what's right now for tomorrow for me.

But you know what? I've decided to change my mind. What's right for tomorrow will eventually straighten itself out without me having to do anything except sit here. Fate has a way of doing whatever the heck it wants to when it wants to, so I really don't have to lift a finger. It's done it before... It'll do it again.

Besides, I've realized that distance isn't going to help. You're already so far away. A few miles, months, or silences in between isn't going to make a difference.

Suntok na nga sa buwan eh... Lalayo ka pa.


As Always,
D.

Oops. My bad.

D: ...But see, I'm not asking for anything.
C: Well that's the mistake you did. You're in love, but you're not asking for anything. Of course, you'll be sad and depressed.
D: Hahaha. Well you do have a point there, mister.

May point nga naman kasi s'ya.