"txtm8" part 2

arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier. I was surprised to see her already there, smiling at me. She was very beautiful, Black, deep-set eyes that spoke a thousand words; small, kissable lips; a nose perfectly chiseled and long black hair - everything in her was beautiful. And yes, her eyes radiated kindness and love...but there was a flicker of something in them...sadness?

"Hi, Julius," said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each night. The voice that I had waited to hear for so long. "Please sit down."

"I am very pleased to meet you, Mikaella," I said, as I took my seat and gave the roses I brought for her.

"Thanks, Julius," she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses. I knew she loved pink roses."You are always welcome, Love" "Julius, I can't stay," she said, sadness in her voice, or was it tears? "I really must go."

"But we just met, Mikaella. Can't we talk a little longer?" I asked, pleadingly.

"I can't really. I just came here to see you and thank you for the time you shared with me. Thank you for everything, Julius. I will never forget you...you will always be here in my heart."

She was looking at me straight into the eyes, and I could really feel the sadness in her voice and I swear, there was something in her voice and I swear, there was something in those lovely yet lonely eyes...

She got up and smiled at me, lovingly.

"Tomorrow morning, please come and visit me," he said and gave me a piece of white linen paper.

I read what was written and when I looked up, she was gone. The following day, Christmas, I woke up early and excitedly readied myself, thinking of her. I hurriedly went to flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses - for Mikaella.

They lived in an exclusive subdivision.

Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who I was and that I was looking for Mikaella.

The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and told me to wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him while he was going inside the house, only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit.

A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly.

"Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's mother. Please come inside, Julius." While we were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very well - Mikaella had always been talking about her friend, Julius. I hardly understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why Mikaella's mother was crying while talking to me.

As we came near the great hall of the house, it dawned on me that there was a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed away, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was trembling and afraid.

As we entered the hall where so many people were silently mourning while others were praying, shaking, I asked her mother. "Where is Mikaella?"

She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded by flowers - pink roses, nothing but pinkroses.

No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met...

A man came beside me, I knew he was Mika's father.

"We are so glad you came, Julius. Mika talked of you all the time. She even asked that her phone be buried with her.She said that in that way, you could still send her messages and you would always be with her."

I couldn't believe everything... My mind was in limbo.

"But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday."

"That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago. She had been suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father

"But..." I couldn't find the words to say.

"She told us not to bother reaching you," her mother said, still in tears, "she said you will come, and here you are.”

Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside her, staring at her lovely face, memorizing every line of my friend's face, a face I knew I would never forget while I was still alive.

After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel she hadtold me she went everyday.

Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone and typed: "U taught me how 2 care; u taught me how 2 b kind; u shwd me how 2 lyk som; u shwd me how 2 luv; but ders 1 thing didnt teach me & it hurts mor - u didnt teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU"

I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her CP again, I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a reply, yet as my phone beeped again,felt a shiver down my spine. The sender's number did not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the message.

"Let go of d hand of d person u love, but dont let go of God's hand. 4 if u hold 2 his hand. He may b holding d person u love n d ader hand 2 let u hold each other again."

"I will never forget you, Mikaella and will never let go..." I vowed to her and to myself as I left the church.

"txtm8" part 1

My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receiving important messages only, I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys and read the message.

"Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?"

Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message right away and placed the phone on my bedside table, I tried to go back to sleep.

I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.

"Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?" again, the message said.

"Who the f*ck could this be asking for txtmate at the wee hours of the night?" I asked myself.

Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the message.

I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys texting anyone and everyone even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the day. My parents, who were always out of the country forced me to own a cellphone. They told me that having one was more convenient - they could monitor me even if they're miles away.

I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was fond of calling me at night, just to check if I was safe at home, I decided not to.

Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone beeped again.Same number...Such determination!

"Pls reply 2 dis msg & b an angel & save me frm dis abyss of emptiness!!!"

I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and pushed the keys... I just realized I was replying to the message.

"Im not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, m not superman... I'm just a simple prson who u wake up at dis r of my nyt!!!

"Nway, do I know u?" I typed.

Seconds later came the reply.

"Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul. Nor does she know u. But I want 2 b ur frnd. I'm Mikaella Cervantes. U?"

"Just call me Julius. How'd u get my no.?" I sent back.

"Hi Julius, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the last two digits of mine," she replied.

That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the cellphone.

We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night. We only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM! I had to prepare for school!

And that was also how it all started. A day would not pass without it loving and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learned to appreciate text messages and become eager and excited everytime my phone beeped, hoping it would be her.

Mikaella brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I realized I could also be a romantic person... even if it's just through text messaging.

"Keep me as a frnd & I will keep u in my heart. Lock it up & throw away d key so dat no1 can evr tke u away from me..."

One day, she sent this message to me.

I replied: 'In life, we seldom find a true prson & f u evr find 1, hold on & nvr let go... value dat prson coz it's lyf's gift worth keeping & holdin on..."

I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, " Value d people hu hav touched ur life bcoz u will never know just wen dey will walk out of ur lyf & nvr come back again."

I couldn't understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was sure though... I could not go on a day without a single word from her. I'd become used to having her, eventhough we had not met personally. But truly, she already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life.

I texted her back. "Dont come close f l8r ull jst pass by; don't touch me f l8r ull jst let me cry; dont luv me f l8r ull jst leave me and won't stay..."

I didn't know why I sent her that message, but somehow I felt, every word came from my heart. In the short span of time we were sending messages to each other, I knew, I was starting to keep her in my heart.I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel's. Soft, kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn't define. We only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up, she told me not to call again. According to her, it would be better if we would just text each other.

But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart, I'd long to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never answered the phone. She just kept on sending messages and quotations, which I copied in a little notebook. Hopeless romantic? I didn't know. All I could say was that all the messages she sent me were wonderful, they came from the heart and cut through the heart.

"Though we r miles apart, u r always n my heart. I close my eyes & der u r. Even f I'll see u never, I'll always b hir 2 care 4 u, far longer dan 4ever..."

One December night, she sent me this message. By that time we had been exchanging messages for more than a month. God knew how happy I was. She was right. Although we had not seen each other, what we felt was enough to make us both realize what was keeping us together.

I sent her another message, "Loving u secretly is a hard thing 4 me 2 do,hoping, wondring that u will feel d same way 2, but I can't read r mind f u luv me 2. But whatever it is, I'll still be loving u."

"How I wish I cud really tell u how much u mean 2 me, but m afraid 2 love, scared 2 get hurt... I hope dat u will wait 4 me & pray dat u will not get tired of loving me...=)" was her reply.

And then I replied again. " The reason y I met u is bcoz of destiny but f destiny will suggest dat I'll live w/o u, den, I'll lie not by destiny but of free will."

Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally, she always answered, "Soon...soon, love...soon."Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit, what I felt for her...rather, it even grew deeper and stronger each day. And I was sure, she felt the same way, too. Love messages continued to flow through our lines, between our hearts, which made us go on each day with the thought that sooner, we would see each other, face to face, heart to heart.

Just a few days before Christmas. She stopped sending messages. At first I just though she had ran out of prepaid.But there was something that kept bothering me... I couldn't understand what was it, but it made me fell nervous. I tried to call her but she wouldn't answer. Nevertheless, I continued sending messages.Suddenly one night, just three days before our Lord's birthday. I heard my phone's message tone again... at last!It was from her!

"Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1 we luv w/o wanting 2. Though dat doesn't mean dat we stopped loving dem or we stopped 2 care. Sometyms, GOODBYE is a painful way 2 say I LOVE YOU."

I was dumfounded. I didn't know what to think of. What did she mean? I texted her back, searching for answers, but found nothing. I called her but she would not answer.

For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable...desperate... empty. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose her. I had learned to love her. And I wanted to be with her forever.

The following days I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed that Mikaella took the life out of me. I missed her so much...her messages...The tones that would tell me she'd sent another loving message. Nothing around me could feel the emptiness I felt.

Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day before Christmas, my cell beeped again. It was her!

"Meet me at d café, 10 AM 2day,"

I read aloud, making sure the message was true, then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again. Hurriedly, I got myself ready and I went to the mall. I knew it was still early, but I wanted to be there before she arrived.

To be continue...

Huwag Po Itay..

“Sometimes you think you know the people that are close to you..but beware. Please excuse the graphic nature of how this story is told but I believe it is necessary to highlight the important lesson within...Huwag Po Itay...”

Nais kong ibahagi sa inyo ang namagitan sa amin ng aking itay isang gabi. hinding-hindi ko malilimutan ang gabing iyon. Malakas ang ulan noon ngunit maalinsangan ang simoy ng hangin. Ako ay nagsusuklay sa aking silid, katatapos ko lang maligo at nakatapis pa lang noon. Narinig kong kumatok si Itay sa aking pinto. Nang sagutin ko ang pagkatok niya ay sinabi niya na kailangan naming mag-usap at huminging papasukin siya. Binuksan ko ang pinto at siya'y kagya't na pumasok sa aking silid. laking gulat ko ng ipinid niya at susian ang pinto. Hinawakan ni Itay ang aking mga kamay, hinaplos haplos niya ang aking buhok,ang aking mukha, pinaraan niya ang kanyang mga daliri sa aking kilay, sa aking pisngi, sa aking mga labi. Napasigaw ako." Itay, huwag, huwag! Ako'y inyong anak! UT@NG na loob Itay!" Ngunit parang walang narinig ang aking Itay, ipinagpatuloy niya ang kanyang ginagawa. Ipinikit ko na lang ang aking mga mata dahil ayaw kong makita ang kanyang ginagawa sa akin. narinig ko si Inay na sumisigaw habang binabayo ang pinto at nagpipilit na ito ay buksan, " Hayop ka! Hayop ka! Huwag mong gawin iyan sa anak mo! Huwag mong sirain ang kanyang kinabukasan!" Subalit wala ring nagawa si Inay, hindi rin siya pinakinggan ni Itay. Nanatili na lang akong walang katinag- tinag at ipinaubaya ko na lamang ang aking sarili sa anumang gustong gawin ng aking Itay. Pagkalipas ng ilang oras ay tumigil na rin ang aking Itay. Iniharap niya ako sa salamin at ganoon na lamang ang aking pagkamangha at pagkagulat sa aking nakita...magaling naman palang mag-make-up si Itay. Noong gabing iyon ay nagtapat sa akin ang aking ama, bakla pala siya. Labis akong nagalak sa galing at husay ng aking ama. Naisip ko na matutuwa ang aking boyfriend dahil lalo akong gumanda ngayon. Niyakap ko si Itay at pareho kaming napaluha sa labis na kagalakan. Masaya na kami ngayon at nabubuhay ng matiwasay.

Lovingly Yours,

Badong

Kwentong Jeepney!

Haay, salamat naman at uwian na. Kanina pa ako inip na inip umuwi, aba ang hirap at@ng magpanggap na may ginagawa. Galing ko na ngang matulog ng dilat eh, sakit nga lang sa ulo. Paalis na sana ako ng biglang nag-text yung pinsan ko at hihintayin nya daw ako sa baba ng building para sabay na kaming umuwi. Kaya hayun, nagsinungaling na naman akong kunwari ay may gagawin pa ako para lang maiwasan sya.

Ewan ko ba, bakit ayokong may kasabay samantalang yung iba ay naghihintay o di kaya ay may susunduin pa para lang may makasabay sa pag-uwi. Hindi naman ako loner, basta lang gusto ko mag-isa akong umuuwi. Gusto ko wala akong kakilalang kasakay sa jeep. Gusto ko mag-isa lang ako sa byahe.

Ano nga bang meron sa jeep? Ano nga bang nangyayari sa byahe ko pag-umuuwi ako

Madami. Iba-ibang klaseng tao. Iba-ibang klaseng komedya.

Case # 1

"Aray, ano ba?"

Madalas na dialogue ng mga babaeng feeling commercial model ng shampoo kung ipat@ngay sa hangin ang buhok. Mga walang pakialam kahit na ang mga katabi nila ay hirap na hirap na sa pag-iwas sa paghampas nito sa mukha nila. Kaya ako kapag di na ako makapagpigil, hinihila ko na yung buhok, sabay sorry kunwari akala ko buhok ko yun. At kapag sinusumpong ako, kinakalabit ko na at sinasabihan kong hindi ako kumakain ng buhok.

Case # 2

"Blah, blah, blah...'

Mga taong feeling sila lang ang sakay na kung mag-usap ay dinig ng lahat ng pasahero. Nakakaaliw sila minsan lalo na't mahaba ang byahe at walang radyo yung jeep. Pampalipas oras din sila, minsan nga gusto ko ng sumabat dun sa kwentuhan nila lalo na kapag nakakarelate ako. Pero kapag inaantok ako at di na makapagpigil tinitignan ko sila na parang gusto kong dukutin ang lalamunan nila.

Case # 3:

"Pakiabot lang po..."

Kapag napaupo ka ng medyo malapit-lapit sa driver, asahan mong magiging taga-abot ka ng bayad. Ok lang sana yun eh, hwag ka lang makaka-tyempo ng driver na may pagka-manyakis na nanadyang manghaplos ng kamay. O kaya naman ng driver na parang di pa ata nakakaalam na uso na ang deodorant. O kaya naman ng driver na mas malakas pang bumuga sa tambutso nya ang bunganga. Syempre wala naman akong magawa kundi ang magtakip na lang ng ilong at umurong agad kapag medyo lumuwang. At meron namangmga pasaherong sobrang bait na hindi ka pa nakakapagsalita ay kinukuha na sa kamay mo ang bayad mo. Meron din syempreng matatapang na kapag hindi mo nakuha agad yung bayad nila ay medyo itataas ang boses at may kasama pang ismid. Hay naku, pede ba wala akong kumisyon sa pag-abot ng bayad nyo ha.

Case # 4:

"Makikiusog nga..."

Para sa mga kung umupo ay kala mo pang-dalawang tao ang binayaran. May mga babaeng kung umupo ay nakalihis, walang pakialam na yung katabi nya kalahating pwet na lang ang nakaupo. Meron din mga lalaking kung makaupo ay halos mangingimi kang tumingin sa kanya dahil sa laki ng pagkakabukaka. Animo'y may kung anong pinoprotektahan sa pagitan ng kanyang mga hita. Kapag ipit na ipit na ako, sinasabayan ko ang pag-preno ng mama sa pag-usog. Pasensyahan na lang kung mapalakas.

Case # 5:

"Ooozzz..."

Wala namang masama kung matulog ka habang nasa byahe, pero sana lang walang dantayan at basagan ng bao o di kaya ay matuluan ng panis nyang laway. Kapag may katabi akong natutulog na, hinahayaan ko lang (syempre alangan namang pigilan ko) at kapag babagsak na ung ulo nya sa 'kin, bigla kong ibinababa balikat ko para magulant@ng sya. Pero kapag cute ibangusapan na yan. Itinataas ko pa balikat ko para makahilig at ng makatulog sya ng maayos at ok lang na magka-untugan kami, malay mo magpakilala pa sya, asa pa.

Case # 6:

"Mama, para ho..."

May mga driver na di mo mapipigilang mapamura sa sobrang tagal bago huminto na halos kailanganin mo ng sumakay pabalik sa layo ng pinagbabaan sa 'yo. Meron namang hihinto kahit na sa gitna ng kalsada mabawasan lang agad ang sakay nya. At meron ding halos mahalikan mo na yung katabi o kung minalas-malas ka ay mahuhulog ka pa dahil sa biglang pagpreno nya. Maymga pasahero namang hindi pa nakuntento sa pagkalakas-lakas na pagsabi ng para at kumakatok pa sa bubong. Merong namang magbabayad kapag pababa na at may gana pang magalit kapag hindi agad naihinto ang sasakyan. At syempre merong mga nagmamadaling akala mo ay mauubusan ng lupa kung bumaba, kasehodang mabunggo at matapakan nyang lahat ng daraanan nya. Pero pamatay pa ring yung minsang may nakasakay akong mama na pagkalakas-lakas at paulit-ulit na sumisigaw ng "Bayad ho, bayad ho, bayad ho..." Syempre yung driver, kuntodo extend ng kamay nya. Nakatingin na lahat dun sa mama na kumakatok-katok pa sa bubong ng jeep. Sabay naalalanyang "Para" pala ang dapat nyang isinisigaw. Nyahaha...tawa ko ng tawa pagkababa nung mama!

Case # 7:

"Hon, love, etc..."

Syempre pa, hindi mawawala ang mga mag-syot@ng kala mo may sariling mundo na kung maglampungan ay parang mga pus@ng di mapakali. Libreng sine 'to, rated 18, kaya lang nakakabitin din lalo na kapag nauna kang bumaba sa kanila. Meron tuloy mga lalaking 'nag-iinit' at biglang bibitaw ang kamay sa pagkakahawak sa bakal para kunwari mapapasubsob sa katabi nila o kaya naman bigla mong mararamdaman na yung siko nila nasa tagiliran mo na. Sarap sampalin ng mga ganung lalaki. Di naman sa nakikialam ako, pero wala namang inggitan...

Hay naku, ilan lang yan sa mga nararanasan ko kapag umuuwi ako. Dami pa kong kwento kaya lang uwian na eh.

Magbi-byahe pa ako.

Sasakay na ako ng jeep.

Uuwi ulit akong mag-isa.

Some old-new stories..

"good mownin' to all... post q lang d2 ung mga old stories n pinost q dun sa isang forum... sayang naman kaxe baka magclose ung forum n un mawala ung mga story ko... ung iba alam q nabasa na to.. so para dun sa mga bagong magbabasa enjoy reading n lang po!"

Nag-iisa Wala Ka Na...

"ikaw ba ay nalolongkot at nalolombay???" hehehehe sana magustuhan nio ung video n to' ni Noel Cabangon.. nag-iisa wala ka na... sobrang ganda ng song n to.. and for sure makakarelate kaung lahat sa kantang to..."

Title: Nag-iisa wala ka na
Artist: Noel Cabangon

Lyrics

papalubog na naman ang ilaw

nagpapaalam na naman ang araw

ang gabi ay muling mamamayani

at ang lamig ay hahaplos sa pisngi

ilang araw na ang lumipas

magmula nang ika’y magpaalam

ilang gabi na ang nagdaraan

at ang pag-iisa’y tila di na makayanan

ngunit kailangang kong

indahin ang lamig ng gabi

ngunit kailangan kong tanggaping wala ka na sa tabi

nag-iisa, wala ka nawala ka na, nag-iisa

alaala’y nagbabalik sa isip

mga larawan ng bawat sandali

pag-ibig nating sinumpaan

ipinangako sa liwanag ng buwan

ngunit kailangang kong

indahin ang lamig ng gabi

ngunit kailangan kong tanggaping wala ka na sa tabi

wala ka na, nag-iisanag-iisa, wala ka na

ngunit kailangan ko nang masanay

at tanggapin na lumisan ka na ng tunayan

ang lahat-lahat ay bubuti ang pag-ibig ay mananatili lagi’t lagi…

hanggang sa walang hanggan…

-=end=-

"upon listening to this song.. para akong na-time warp.. bumalik dun sa mga moments n i was really down... i can feel the pain of the past... it hurts you know..."

Let me Love You....

"alam q na-miss nio ung pagbabasa ng mga stories d2 sa blog ko... so e2 na po ung inaantay nio!
enjoy reading!"

"Let Me Love You"

Once upon a time, there was once a guy who was very much in love with this girl. This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of papercranes as a gift to his girl. Although, at that time he was just a small executive in his company, his future doesn't seemed too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualise any future for the both of them, so let's go their own ways there and then... heartbroken, the guy agreed.

When he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself. Finally with all these hardwork and with the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company...
"You never fail until you stop trying." he always told himself. "I must make it in life!"One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realise those were his ex-girlfriend's parents. With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same anymore, he had his own company, car, condo, etc.

He had made it in life!

Before the guy can realise, the couple was walking towards a cemetary,and he got out of his car and followed them...and he saw his ex-girlfriend, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone... and he saw his precious papercranes in a bottle placed beside her tomb. Her parents saw him. He walked over and asked them why this had happened. They explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was stricken ill with cancer. In her heart, she had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want her illness to be his obstacle ... therefore she had chosen to leave him.

She had wanted her parents to put his papercranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again he can take some of those back with him. The guy just wept ...the worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them but knowing you can't have them and will never see them again.The End."

A tragic story that perhaps happens only in the movies. At the end of the day, money is money is money but love is divine. In our quest for our material wealth, take time to make time for our loved ones. There will be a time when we have only memories to cling to.Take this weekend to show our "love" to all that are close to us....

The Pobre is Here!

after ng super duper to the max kong hectic n sched....



YES! and2 n ulit aq.. nagbabalik sa aking sanctuary...



" sanctuary of the porbs".. ^__^



naks, hanep sa title... ang daming nangyari sa akin since nung last time aq na nagsulat d2...



una, 09162739510- forever gone...



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