irvinmclovin

parang awa (sana wag mo na din itong mabasa kasi di ka naman nagbabasa dito haha)

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 10:33:00 PDT

wag na.
wag na.
dahil baka sa pagkakataong ito, upos na ako.
:)
salamat sa'yo.

feel

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Tue, 11 Jun 2013 12:07:00 PDT

besides, a little bit of pain keeps you awake and aware that at least you still feel something
because feeling is being human
well at least part of it
it validates you have emotions
that you are a multidimensional being
capable of doing
things

yo no necesito usted

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Tue, 11 Jun 2013 10:41:00 PDT

claro?

lol

street corners

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Sat, 08 Jun 2013 22:12:00 PDT

i think i live in a part of town where something that can be classified as criminal happens every ten minutes.
i kid you not. sirens, choppers, gunshots, crashing cars and screams compose the soundtrack of my neighborhood.

if you will be keen enough to notice, our block was given a special treatment by the authorities.
while the rest of the street are illuminated with the same yellow pale light, our block have brand new spankin' fluorescent bright day lights.

also, my room's window are adjacent to the street corner full of whores.
each night at least three whores would create a scene outside.

the street is called hart.

imissyoutoo

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Tue, 04 Jun 2013 16:42:00 PDT

so the tremor happened the moment i downed my soup
and my insides swim with the spicy seasoned water polluted with hydrogenized noodles
then i almost drown as the spicy soup goes down the drain
of my stomach washing the walls
of my intestines
and the doors of
the poophole
and then there was light and well darkness because things have collapsed
billowing rubble occupied the streets and your body is camouflaged somewhere
beneath or on top or sandwiched other bodies
salvaged, rotten, ailing, fresh, alive, warm and cold
bodies
all barfing noodles out of their pores.

o-k

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Sat, 01 Jun 2013 16:46:00 PDT

i find it strange
to watch you
you being
reduced and/ or
possessed
by one or two
syllable words
that you used to
despise

in and out

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Thu, 30 May 2013 11:24:00 PDT

when you find yourself sorrounded by
stars
in the smog filled
city of
angels

there will be
days
when you just
want to
have your soul
escape

your

body

and let
the earth
and the elements

and perhaps the universe

devour it

to the tiniest bit of atom
and then
fart
the energy back
to

space

of colons and an open parethesis

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Wed, 22 May 2013 16:40:00 PDT

and hopefully an ellipsis

only if

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Mon, 20 May 2013 11:09:00 PDT

you can read this
then you can own it
but you see, this may or may not be for you
because this message is an expression
of gratitude
to that who pursues and makes
the stars seem more alive and brighter
with passion and positive
energy
:)

foreshadowing

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Mon, 20 May 2013 10:32:00 PDT

remember when we rode the roller coaster together?
that's when i lost my key to your house.

jason mraz

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Fri, 17 May 2013 13:42:00 PDT

used

love you

quoting zafra on may 17th

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Thu, 16 May 2013 13:35:00 PDT

It is foolish to surrender and foolish to resist. You know it will not last. No matter how happy you are there is always a tinge of sadness—you are already looking at yourself from the future, when you are older and wiser and it is over.

excerpt from here

sleeves

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Thu, 18 Apr 2013 12:17:00 PDT

yes!

in another universe, today could have been the what have been

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Tue, 09 Apr 2013 10:46:00 PDT

05-17-13

you never read this place in cyberspace anyway.
this is no youtube so why bother.

but today could have been the day of a lot of what could have beens should we still be together. you know?

yeah, you already know most of the things that i want to tell you.

just do great cause you are.

you have heard and seen all my messages.
and thanks to you, i now know more about my capacity to love.

hopefully you found someone who will never give up on you.
ever.

:)

have a great day.

you know who you are. yes, this is for you, you dick.

and because you really own nothing

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Fri, 05 Apr 2013 16:14:00 PDT

no, not your body
not even your life
you should just let go and
float

because really if you think about it,
you and all the other creatures and beings and things in this universe are all forms of energy and
that
if you really think about it
you owe the universe
and no one
nothing

:)

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Wed, 03 Apr 2013 15:43:00 PDT

because things i write here should never be taken seriously
plus, aside from bots and advertisers who stumble upon this blog, who actually reads this?
in any case, i smile.

good day to you, one soul of the world who actually reads this up to this point.

i earnestly wish you the blessing of finding that person who will love you and never leave you and accept you for whoever you are. you know, someone who actually never gives up. :)

that would really be nice.

and yes, don;t forget to fucking smile.

that gives you a nicer skin.

and a more positive aura.

you know?

Big things, small things, things

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Tue, 02 Apr 2013 14:11:00 PDT

But know this, Susan, my sweet: my true coffin is orbiting the moon. It looks like a flying teacup. They gave me back the world, and you, for a little while. Last time I told you, or someone like you, the truth, or what I knew of it, you walked out on me, but I don't dare risk it again. So I'm going to write this down, and you'll be given it with the rest of my papers when I'm one. Good-bye.
They may be heartless, unfeeling computerized bastards leeching off the minds of what's left of humanity. But I can't help feeling grateful to them.
I'll die soon. but the last 20 minutes have been the best years of my life.

- From Goliath/ Fragile things by Neil gaiman

0517

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Mon, 01 Apr 2013 21:53:00 PDT

i mean if the fortune tellers (who claim that i will live long) would be proven wrong by this immediate universe and realities, then I may have to reconsider using the word weird loosely.

you know i cannot just describe my experiences, the people, and my feelings as weird.

perhaps i should get out of my shell and actually learn to use weird more appropriately.

i write so that by the time my current physical being cease to exist in its form, i leave something.

something that won't be so weird even if most of it speaks of love and other things which is uhm err, weird.

and again

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Mon, 01 Apr 2013 10:48:00 PDT

i am
really
sorry

shut the fat down

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Mon, 01 Apr 2013 10:00:00 PDT

caveat: random post which may not make any sense coming right up

sometimes you want to.
where the fuck is the shutdown button again?
haha
channeling the secret now.
fuckin jason mraz on the radio again? come on.
and you just want to fuckin shutdown
why oh why when it rains, it gives you a signal number 4 typhoon?
come the fuck on. haha.
:)
:)
:)
have you ever hugged or kissed anyone who never reacted to you at all?
that's how it is. i mean, this lingering feeling of shittiness. lol
and how do i make this post invisible?
it's like the fats that a lot of people trying to hide.
or something like that.
:)
aaand i smile.

:)

shaving face

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Sat, 30 Mar 2013 15:20:00 PDT

and it is strange enough that the act reminds me highly of you and how you actually shave my face because apparently i am bad at that department/

red light

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Fri, 29 Mar 2013 12:12:00 PDT

he wants me stop
but sorry,
i won't.

afraid

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Fri, 29 Mar 2013 01:40:00 PDT

to ask
because

answers
are

fuckin

scary

most of the times.

some things

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Thu, 28 Mar 2013 15:30:00 PDT

-.- -. --- .-- / .-- .... .- - / .. / -- .. ... ... ..--.. / -.-. --- --- -.- .. -. --. / -. .- -.- . -.. / .-- .. - .... / -.-- --- ..-

smog

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Wed, 27 Mar 2013 16:58:00 PDT

there's smoke
in the valley
it's foggy
inside
people are
fuming
smoke comes from
the
inside
of lungs and
ribcages holding
human beating fragile
heart