Taylor Kitsch should say SORRY!

Yup, Hollywood actor Taylor Kitsch should say SORRY to Filipinos as he allegedly described an airport customs officer threatened to send him back to Japan, his port of origin, because he had run out of pages in his passport.  Not a simple Sorry using his press manager or his website but right on TV… maybe he could use the Letteman Show to say his piece.

The story of the alleged bribe emerged when “Late Show” host David Letterman asked the “Friday Night Lights” TV star about his recent shoot for the Oliver Stone film “Savages”.  Letterman mentioned the Philippines when he talked about the shoot — but Kitsch failed to correct him and say that the filming took place in Indonesia.

According to the reports of YAHOO NEWS! - Denny Indrayana, Indonesian deputy minister for justice and human rights, confirmed to Detik.com news portal that “theIndonesian official who allegedly bribed Taylor Kitsch has been identified and we are now in the process of interrogating him.

“He will be sanctioned if he is found guilty of asking for a bribe.”

The 30-year-old Canadian-born actor arrived at Bali island’s Ngurah Rai airport on February 1, as scheduled, to shoot a film in the neighbouring West Nusa Tenggara province.

Kitsch said he was finally allowed in after proving he was an actor by showing the officer on his iPhone the trailer for his recently completed film “John Carter,” in which he plays a Civil War veteran transplanted to Mars.

“I said ‘I can show you something to prove (that I’m an actor)’ and then I’m looking on my iPhone because their computers weren’t working, and he is like ‘Hey, can you get me one of those’…,” Kitsch told Letterman.

Based on GMA NEWS website “A quick probe by Customs Commissioner Ruffy Biazon revealed that there was no record of Kitsch entering the Philippines.”

How can Taylor let this slip away without correcting himself… Can anyone bring Taylor a world map and point the direction of Philippines vs. Indonesia?  Does he know where he was at that time…come on!  Theres a huge difference between the two countries aside from its spelling, if he can actually read.  Oh yeah…he is an actor nonetheless, he can read scripts!  Then why cant he distinguish the two countries?  Are you on drugs… Or better yet, why dont we ask David Letterman. Is this due to old age?

Hey Taylor… remember Claire Danes!  Where is she right now… i hope she got a career….

 

Related articles

• Philippines: No airport hassle for Taylor Kitsch (pbpulse.com)
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• Philippines denies Kitsch’s airport tale (nation.com.pk)
• Philippines: No airport hassle for Taylor Kitsch (ctv.ca)

ang samsung galaxy, WIFi at ang seattles best

Wow… as in WOW!!!! Muntik na akong napalunok at mabilaukan dahil nakagamit na rin ako sa WAKAS ng WIFI sa pamamagitan ng cel ko. BONGAcious!

 

Kahit na nangangawit na ang mga daliri sa kapipindot ng touch screen ko basta makapagpost lang sa pamamagitan ng samsung galaxy ace ay kuwidaw kahit manigas ang mga buto ko sa daliri. Hi tech na nga ako…

 

Pumalakpak sa tuwa ang puso ko kahit na mahirap gamitin ang phone na ito at feeling ko ay kumakain ng tanga. Buti na nga lang at buhay pa ako and di pa lost and found sa mundong ibabaw.  Biruin mo… nagawa kong tapusin ang post ko na ito ng hindi nahihigop ng sobrang hi tech na phone .

 

Ang hirap kayang maghanap ng WIFI dito sa makati. Kanina ko lang nalaman na ang starbucks ay mega- charge ng 100 pesos makapag-wifi ka lang.  Kaenes!  Eh sarado pa ang krispy kreme sa may Paseo.  Kundangan naman kasing sabado pa ang team breakfast namin and ang labasan ko ay alas singko ng umaga.  Kaya eto ako ngayun sa kandungan ng Seattles Best sa may Valero.

 

Kaya lang bitin…kasi de metro rin pala ang WiFi dito…. one hour lang. SUYa!  Pero OK na ito… kesa naman sa walang matambayan.  Kahit na pinagpapawisan na ang mga kilikili ko at naglalabasan ang mga ugat ko sa noo dahil mali ang mga napipindot ko…GO LANG BAKLA… at least may pinadadaanan ang mga daliri ko tulad ng ibang high society.  Kepyas kong ja-fake….

RAAR!! annoying guy from the internet shop

renting a computer in a local net shop has nega and positive results. but i’m not here to discuss it positive – sunshine effects to mankind and i just hope the kid beside me WERE reading this post because he is REALLY annoying. (I GUESS HE DID READ IT while i’m proof reading this material)

I even pulled down the screen so HE COULD READ THIS DAMN POST as i write it down … if he do understand english.

i call them SCRUBS. remember the song of TLC with the same title … ‘i dont want no SCRUBS; SCRUBS is a guy who get no love from me. I dont want no SCRUBS, hanging on passenger side la-la-rin’

this type of guys don’t have the money and usually hangs beside their best friends while playing it’s fave online games – what are they doin? you guess it right, snooping on someone else business while they drool on their friends shoulder since they don’t have freakin P15 to rent .. anyway.

yes im gay… AND I AM DAMN PROUD OF IT. i update my blog on local net cafe since my home DSL is not working.  i don’t care what they want to say and to each its own but these KID is annoying as i update one of my blog which shows a guy’s crotch.  He said ‘TITING PABABA’

oh fuck…. don’t you have a penis, kid…  its gravity darling especially if its NOT aroused.  where should it point -NORTH or SOUTH?

this type of mind set (especially poor kids like him) are the main REASON why young gay guys prefers to hide in their closet because they don’t want to be ridiculed by pea brained straightee like him. I cant blame them!  But let me just bluntly say as my closing speech ‘ITS BETTER TO BE GAY WITH MONEY ON MY POCKET RATHER TO BE A STRAIGHT GUY WHO DOESNT HAVE A SINGLE CENTAVO IN HIS POCKET WHO CANT EVEN BUY HIMSELF A CONE OF DIRTY ICE CREAM’

MY GAME PLAN 2: workout, salt and white party dilemma

 

For months I have been slaving myself to go to the gym just to get that few inches around my waist and as well tone my upper body. 

Well… my body is almost the same and not cover boy material yet but I do think I’m making progress. The picture above is the most recent picture I got taken after hours from the gym. Yup… I’m almost there.  I know its blurry but its the best picture i could share.  im still PRO anonimity hehehehehehehehe. 

I hope just in time to tone it up for the white party which is according to the nightingales, it would be at least at the last week of June. It’s not yet time to thank Gunnar Paterson since I’m not yet at par with other boys in this blog. I do still have other tricks on hand, other than starving myself to death, including one that I have read off from Cosmo.

According to the widely read women’s magazine, three days before I need to slide into those jeans, cut back on salt. Salt is loaded with sodium, which makes the body retain water. By avoiding salty and processed foods – like canned soups, frozen meals and junk foods – I would be able to slip on those clothes that i’m about to wear.

Is this really true…anyone who can help me?  I’m desperate…help.

MY GAME PLAN: Gunnar Peterson’s ‘THE WORKOUT’

 

I just picked out a book by Gunnar Peterson aptly entitled THE WORKOUT.  The cover shows that it was previously published as G-Force.

 

Actually, this is my first book that focuses to working thy booty. I’m not fond of exercise books especially if it doesn’t have any pictures in it.  That’s why I prefer Men’s Health Magazines who provides hunky pictures while doing the exercises.  Though most of the times, I just have to drool over and admire their aesthetics (hahahahaha).  If we could count on staring and drooling as part of an exercise, I would have had a perfect abs by now!!!! Thank GOD, this book has one and they have clothes!!!!!!  I’m not saying that the models used in the books are aesthetically challenge; The models don’t invoke lust and sex all in one package.

 

Most exercise books that I have been able to take a peek do not provide images or pictures.  It’s hard to imagine what they would like me to do especially if they used ‘far-out words’ that I cant hardly understand.  Come on, my vocabulary is limited to hands, knees, ankles etc but if you will ask me ‘where are my hamstrings?’ I would need a map just to locate it.  They even have this models that provides the area on our body that was given emphasize with if you perform a certain exercise.

 

And some books that have pictures are expensive so Id rather buy other books that would help me escape reality ergo David Beckham’s photo portfolio.  Don’t you think he is sooo hot!!!

 

Gunnar Peterson and Myatt Murphy have presented their ideas in a far more fun, flimsy but highly informative manner.  I felt I’m just talking to my muscled friends who were giving advices on how I could achieve ‘Adonis-like’ bodies.  It does not give you the notion that my family doctor guides me but rather gave the comfy feeling that you could almost spill out your disgust and frustration.  Who knows you so well and he knows what you felt.  Who will absolutely guide you step by step and explain why you have to do such exercise and explain its benefits.

 

Though that the book may have fall flat on its third wheel that talks about ‘nutrition’, the author has a ‘disclaimer’ that he is not a nutritionist so you could refer to other materials for your daily intake.  Though it gave you the overview, the book still lacks information since I think its suggestions are limited to broccoli and cereal.  Anyway, the Internet can guide us through it. 

 

I for one am one of the people who have tried to sculpt thy body but later on gave up due to frustration. I would often asked myself, why do I have to torture myself and I can’t even achieve my desired goal?  Why did these dimwits have that fabulous abs???  Why o why?

 

Anyway, i’m giving this book a chance and I even attached my HORRIBLE pictures on this post remind me of this monstrosity.  Below includes my sizes and I would start using the primary program which is indicated on the book.  At least I will be forced to improve myself since I have written it down in my blog.  Readers, you could bug me as a form of reminder and if I don’t improve even a bit… I swear ill be burning my body hugging shirt!!!! 

 

The book said that the beginners level should be used in three weeks and i’m choosing three times a week as soon as I found that ideal gym that has the basic materials I needed.  I bought myself some jumping rope to help me for my cardio and i’m threading this Sunday to find the gym that I would nest.  I’m not yet enrolling myself to a proper gym not unless I used all the suggestions of Peterson and my readers would be the judges to that.

The book also suggested setting a goal. Well I would like to thread the WHITE PRIDE with a fabulous body and wear this white body-hugging shirt. I used this last year and it was horrible!!!!!

 

VERDICT: buy the book.  I bet you will find it helpful and funny at times.  Even if you wont try to do anything, the book is worth the read ( at least to inspire you lifting those fingers while chewing your fave popcorn)

 

****I don’t know if the recommended exercise is useful.  Ill ttell you if something happened

 

Arrgghhh… good luck to me

fairy tales and ‘short’ comings

Its Valentines day…still single and no boyfriend, as I waited for my ‘failing’ internet connection to come back while listening to Tierney Suttons rendition of an immortal Gershwin classic ‘someone to watch over me’ with Buddy Childers Big Band when I happen to read one of the oldest text messages I tucked in my mobiles inbox

 

Why was snow white given an apple with poison?  To show that not all people that are kind to you are not really kind.   They might have some secret agenda against you.  Looks can be deceiving.

 

Why did Cinderella run away when the clock turned 12mn?  To remind us that everything has its limitations, even dreams!

 

Why did Ariel decide to exchange her fins with feet?  To show that anyone will try to lose ‘anything’ just to be happy.

 

So if you like these three fairy tales when you were still a kid, most likely, we are all fucked up in our future relationships since we don’t know how to decipher who would cheat on us at the end of the day.  We don’t know who could give us that ‘everlasting love’ since everyone keeps their best foot forward not unless they have been able to get what they want from you.

 

I have recently dated a guy whom I met in one of my favorite bars in Malate.  I introduced myself since I felt a slight ‘ump’ on the way he brings himself which I was easily smitten.  I thought, ‘what the heck? Let me give a try if he will respond’

 

Well, my guardian angel may have taken a pity on me as the said introduction leads to exchange of cell phone numbers and another date.  The second date maybe disaster as the evening reads its final chapter; my date found another ‘date’ and traded me with this newbie.  I was hurt and drove home feeling low and ugly.  Have you tried to drive Welcome Rotonda to Manila City Hall thrice in the wee hours of the morning? I do.  I was fuming mad by that time and I felt that the machine between my legs could ease out my pain.  Well, it works for me.

 

Well, i’m quite mushy and all so as he explain himself through text … I forgive and forget so we set the third date. 

 

Here are some excerpts of that conversation via text…

 

‘oo, gusto kita.  Pag gusto ko yung tao kailangan malaman ko hanggang saan ang hanganan niya.  Kung talagang gusto niya ako o mahal na niya ako dapat patunayan niya.’

 

‘alam mo bang naimpress ako sayo that time na nagalit ka, sabi ko napakatransparent  mo.  Kahit nung naghiwalay tayo sa malate and that’s a turn on.  Kaya no problem sa akin yun.  I like it that way’

 

‘hindi ah. Promise I was turned on that time.  natuwa pa nga ako eh.  Kasi naramdaman ko na you like me me talaga kasi pag hindi youll just say goodbye and ignore it.  I love transparent person kasi ayaw ko sa lahat ng nanghuhula.  Gusto ko nakikita ko para I know where to put myself.  You were upset that night right?’

 

obviously, I throw the hot cup of coffee that I haven’t tasted yet.  Sa sobrang inis ko, tinapon ko yun sa gutter and in return I burned myself. 

 

‘wala lang, ang totoo I want you to fight me back.  Tapos pilitin mo akong kunin sa kanya.  I mean convince mo ako na bakit kailangan kong sumama sayo pero sumuko ka aga. Sayang hehehe

 

what can you expect from a first date?  I don’t impose things to people.  Mas pangit naman ang dating kung first date pa lang ay nag-demand na ako.  I wont do that especially kung paerho pa tayong walang relasyon or obligasyon sa isat isa.

 

The third date was fine and I thought we have to bring the level a bit higher.  That night when I asked what he has on mind for the rest of the evening, he uttered ‘I plan to spend it with you’.  So based from those phrases, my heart give in and enter the ‘bed dimension’. 

 

Though that there are feelings of uncertainties if I have made the right decision, I asked the heavens above the next day if he is the guy for me then I would be willingly open thy arms and accept it.  I say to myself that I have to stop trying to find things na hindi kayang ibigay ng isa so I would have to accept the fact that he lacks certain qualities that I look for a partner.  At this point, I’m more than willing to accept his ‘short’ comings

 

And so I thought…

 

The day after, it seems that the wind has changed direction since I have not received any text from him.  The next day I have waited and texted him thrice asking why the sudden change.  But still, no response from Jules.  I tried to logically explain that he may not have a load or he is busy trying to find another job the days turns into a week.  A week has passed with no text messages.  I think when i’m writing this post, it’s close to two weeks with no contact.

 

Oh well, I think it is not meant to be.  Sayang Jules, i’m more than willing to make things work out pero i’m not up to another challenge that you are fond of giving.  I’m tired of games and I don’t want surprises.  I felt i’m like those characters on those fairy tales that kept their hopes up but in the end we have to face that behind the charming look lays a wolf .  I thought it was love pero hindi pala.  Well I guess, it’s the end for both of us … till the next journey.

WANTED: Boyfriend

Gays often surf the net for one purpose: finding a mate.  Almost everyone I know is trying to find the inevitable ‘better half’ (even guys who are committed are trying their luck as well).  I guess in cyberspace, you can be whoever you wanted to be.  We create a make believe persona – a persona who we would wanted to be if we have had the chance.

 

A make believe fantasy off from the pages of a magazine – macho, matikas, matangkad, dark, drop dead gorgeous, 6-pack abs, shiny white teeth, blue eyes, flawless, mala-Adonis na physique. 

 

Profile pictures were enhanced to its utmost aesthetic standard – from adobe to corel. We even pose neither tilted nor trying to show off our ‘tool’.  Guys who have the body show off their chest and abs and guys who have looks focus on their selling points.

 

ANG HIRAP MAGING BADING DI BA!

 

My straight friends often told me that being gay is FUN.  Well, hindi pa nila nararamdaman to live a life of a gay guy.  Mabuti pa ang straight – practical.  As long as they knew that the guy can give the life she dreamed of in the future, ok na.  But in the gay world, aside from the fact that you should be successful financially, you should also have jaw-dropping good looks and a body to die for.  Ang hanap talaga ay si SUPERMAN.

 

I’m now 29 and i am joining the 30’s bandwagon soon.  Maturity has been honed and age seems to be slapping my forehead.  My hair is thinning on top and my belly is earning a millimeter or two.  It’s hard to shed of those baby fats at this point of time as they seem to stay in your skin for the rest of your life.  In short, hindi ako yung tipo nila. 

 

Maliit.

 

Mahaba ang baba

 

Payat

 

Fanget

 

My tummy is bigger than my chest.  In short parang bubuli…

 

Hindi masyadong flawless

 

Unsuccessful

 

No money to show off

 

Hayyyy buhay!!!!  So I learned to admit the fact and try to embrace reality.  Having a lover, boyfriend, lifetime partner (whatever you may define it) ONLY belongs to cover boys and the rich guys.  For people like me, well mag-tiyaga na lang magmasid and mangarap.  So to fight the sadness I feel in my heart most especially in a rainy day like this, I admitted the fact that I may not have the relationship i have been longing for.

 

If only these guys could learn to see beyond the tapestry of aesthetics and look closely to thy heart.  A heart who would love them faithfully until that time comes when they are no longer beautiful or ‘delicious’ in the eye of their followers.  When they start to feel that gravity takes its toll and all their precious parts are falling one after another. 

 

A guy, like me, who will continue holding their hand till eternity,  A guy like me who would still feel the luckiest guy in the face of the earth every morning when you feel vulnerable.  Every morning wherein no additional frill, no perfume, no make-up and ONLY nature’s gift are plastered all over.

 

A guy, like me, who would look in thy eyes and utter ‘I love you’ even if a wrinkle starts to ruin thy pretty face.

 

This is me.  All of  me.

would you like to have a ‘gay’ son?

 

 

one random conversation with one of my friends led us to ‘bearing children’. I think it all started out when we are discussing one of our colleagues who recently bear a bouncing baby boy. (congratulations mama amy) then, the conversations led to preferences – boy or girl ba ang gusto mong anak? 3 (including ‘me’) out of 5 prefferred the male genitalia as their first kid. Well, my basic reasons of wanting a son as my first child is based on chinese beliefs. Maswerte daw kasi… my friends were amazed and asked some more. What if my son turns out to be ‘gay’? I take a deep breath and answered with all my might. It wouldn’t matter if I have a gay son since that will be his preference. With all of my love, I will be behind him in all of his ‘gay steps’ and will always let him know that I am proud of him for whatever choice he would make. Do I actually wish to have a gay son? I quickly answered ‘NO’. I don’t think I would wish for one since I know how hard to walk through life with ‘pink fins’ in my head. I know the hardships… the challenges… awful experiences… the scrutiny of society. How they measure my existence to a one centavo coin.. I still can recall how I overheard one of my uncles say ‘he would never amount to anything because he is gay’. Ouch!! My problems and challenges are a bit harder than the straight people. On an everyday basis, I have to prove that they are wrong and im fit to do the job. And frankly, sometimes im too tired trying. I may have my own strategy on how I could snag the goal but I always make it to the finish line with rainbow colors. I still believe that ‘gay people’ are brave. Just imagine the hurdels they have to overcome and yet we manage to brisk the storm and greet the new day with a smile. Im not ashamed being gay but I know how hard living the gay life.

SHAME ON YOU!!!

I cant even believe my eyes… i cant believe what ive read…

 

a hospital procedure wherein a ‘body spray can’ were trapped inside a humans body in YOUTUBE.COM.  im NOT digusted with the medical procedure as they slowly pulls the can out from the body.  i have several relatives whom i have accompanied in the hospital and i know that it gets messy sometimes…

 

but what im furious is HOW THEY LAUGHED AT THE PATIENTS POOR CONDITION

 

yes…it may have been the students first time to see such operation.  BUT THE LICENSED DOCTORS SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF THEMSELVES!

 

YOU LET YOUR STUDENTS MOCK THE POOR GUYS CONDITION! DAHIL MAY NAKAPASAK SA LOOB NG PWET NIYA!  Come on….you should know better dahil mas matanda kayo sa kanila. Pinahintulutan nyo pa yung mga estudyante nyo na magkuhanan ng picture at i-tape yung surgery!!!!!

 

GRABE….

 

habang pinapanood ko yung video…some even shouted, cheering, laughed and even ridiculed the guys condition.  Ano ba ang loob ng operating room??? Basketball court??  What do you think of your patient??? A form of entertainment!  GOD!  if your from Cebu and youre reading this blog…make sure if youll get under the knife, you have someone you knew who will guard inside the operating room.  NO ONE SHOULD TAKE A PICTURE OR RECORD YOUR LOVED ONE NOT WITHOUT EXPRESS PERMISSION FROM THE PATIENT.  or better yet…..TRY TO TRANSFERRED ON OTHER HOSPITALS!

 

NASAAN NA ANG SINUMPAAN NYONG ETHICS NG NAGING DOKTOR KAYO?? mataas pa naman ang pinagaralan nyo pero ginaganito pala ninyo ang mga pasyente nyo.

 

may narining pa akong babae na nagsabi ng kadiri!!!! KADIRI????

 

eh im sure kaya ka nag-aral ng nursing dahil gusto mong mag-abroad at maging tagapag-alaga ng matatanda eh.  DI BA!  tapos kung makapas salita ka ng kadiri … ! 

 

eh ano kung gay guy yung pasyente!  Na hindi nya ma-recall kung paano napasok ang tin can sa loob ng pwet nya.  AKO BILANG PASYENTE, MAY KARAPATAN AKO.  NAGPAPAGAMOT AKO SA INYO AT MAY MGA SIKRETO AKONG PANG-AKIN LANG.  NANDYAN KAYO PARA MANG-GAMOT AT HINDI MANGHUSGA!

 

DAPAT…HINDI LANG DISCIPLINARY ACTION ANG GAWIN SA MGA DOCTORS AND NURSES NA YAN…ALISAN NG LISENSIYA.  at yung mga estudyanteng soon to be nurses and doctors….. WAG NA KAYONG MAG AKSAYA NG PANAHON DAHIL KUNG GANYAN AT GANYAN LANG RIN ANG GAGAWIN NYO SA MGA FUTURE PATIENTS NYO…NGAYON PA LANG …MGA KAIBIGANG CEBUANO…MAGISIP ISP NA KAYO KUNG ANO GAGAWIN NILA PAG MAY LISENSIYA NA SILA….

 

 ** orginally posted last April 20, 2008 from my old blog www.allanworld.i.ph

a so called ‘day-break’ suicidal note

 

 

 

It was early morning thursday when i arrived at Quezon City for my third appearance regarding a legal debacle that i am entwined with.  The accountant who would accompany me set the meeting around 7 because of ‘color coding’ (a mandataroy traffic rule which involves the last digit of a car plate).  So i arrived around 6:48AM and texted him that i just arrived at the venue.

 

As i sit quietly on a bench near a flag pole, i reflected on so many things. 

 

Bakit nangyayari it sa akin?  Bakit ako may ganitong problema?

 

As i look back, i cant presume im a super nice guy… but neither too evil to the point of a villainous character like Cruella Deville.

 

Mahirap palang magtiwala sa tao.  May mga kaibigan kang talagang iiwanan ka sa ere.  Kung maibabalik ko lang ang panahon, pipiliin ko na lang sigurong di ko siya nakilala.  In short, nakakapagsisi kung bakit naging kaibigan pa ang turing ko sa kanya.

 

Hindi rin naman ako ganon kasama para gawin niya sa akin ito.  In fact, kahit na ganito ako, marami naman akong naitulong sa kanila to the point na nakalimutan ko na ang sarili kong pamilya.

 

ahhhh pamilya……. sila ngayon ang umaalalay at tumutulong sa akin.  Ang ate ko….mahal na mahal ko.  kahit na minsan ay may mga di kami pinagkakaunawaan, she stays with me even on my most darkest hour.  My aunt, na pinangingilagan ko almost my entire life, who have been able to help me during this critical stages.  im quite ashamed of myself.

 

They dont deserve a person like me.

 

This coming sunday, i found out that we another aunt of mine has free tickets given by her ex-pat suitor for an air balloon lift in Clark Field Pampanga.  The ticket is up for grabs since she cant come.  I told my sister i would like to have the tickets.

 

a lot of things entered my imagination.  What will i do in the middle of the air?  Ito na ata ang tinatawag na ‘a story with a hundred folds’. 

 

What if…i jump from the balloon while 100 miles above the ground.  A period in my so-called life.  What will i leave behind? 

 

1. i will leave all the pin codes on all of my bank accounts to my sister.  i will list it down in my diary so she may be able to read some of my deepest and darkest secrets that i cant even write down on my online blog.

 

2. i will leave the full instructions to my sister for an event  that i have organized this february.  i just hope she will be able to survive a jungle that i have been living with for the past few years.

 

3. i will leave an authorization letter on all existing accounts i created so she may be able to use the funds when time comes.

 

4. ill shout at the top of my lungs before i plummeth on the ground with my head first.

 

5. ill call my crush (CJ) and tell him that i like him…of course before i jump.

 

6. ill bring a picture of my dog, my sister and my nieces para i could gaze on their faces while in mid-air.

 

7. ill ask for forgiveness from all the things i have done…to the people ive hurt, worked and lived with.

 

8. ill come back and haunt the people who had scarred me for life.

 

9. ill also shout the names of my parents and ask for forgiveness….

 

oooppsss…its time for me to go and time to park my pen.  till next time…if there are any

 

** orginally posted last February 7, 2008 from my old blog www.allanworld.i.ph