He had a "Crush" on Fall Out Girl and all He got was a Stupid Blog Written About Him

Maria Apolinaria Magbanua is my new hero. She fights for her man with love and courage. Mabuhay! Yeah, I know I'm such a chicken. What happened to me?

Apolinaria told me: "Why are you raising the white flag? Why give up when you're not even trying?"

After a screwed up "MU Relationship," I learned not to give so much emotion on something I'm not sure of. I don't want to be the first to say "I love you." I said it twice to the same guy and I don't want to be the first to say it again, not on the same guy, not on any other guy.

Just so you know, I didn't say it the cheap way. I will not tell the first time I said I love him, I was too young then and I almost forgot all the details so I'll just tell the second and hopefully, the last time.

We've known each other for years, we had been acting like we're "us" but actually we're not, I got sick of it so I asked for the real score.

I found all the answers. He said that he love me very much but he wasn't ready to commit to another relationship.

That sucks. I felt dumped.

I felt a sigh of relief that I said what I want to say but I didn't expect it to happen that way. I was willing to wait until he's ready. Shit, I was a love fool. Everything felt like a mushy mallow Manilow song, we had the right love at the wrong time.

To make the long story short, he went back to the reason why "he wasn't ready yet." He went back to the girl who broke his heart and she did it again. He's Mr. Brightside.

I haven't heard from him since.

I'm not bitter about it, it's just hard to remember all those things because I've buried it all. I just want to say the reason why I don't want to take chances...again. I will not take risk for the love of one's self. I don't want to get hurt again.

What if Mr. Brightside read this? I don't think so, he's too damn gorgeous to read a blog, but just in case...

Hey past is past. I guess I was wrong, I'm not the girl for you Mr. Brightside.

I realized that in love, you have to take risks. You can spit it all out or you can keep it to yourself. Guys really send a lot of messages and you don't know if you got it good or bad. It's so hard to read between the lines. There are guys who would promise you the moon and the stars and the rest of the solar system, while there are guys who can't give you a single promise. There are guys who will sweep you off your feet because they're Presko, while there are guys who will woo you through the old fashioned eye contact courtship. There are guys who talk a lot but don't mean what they say while there are some who got a lot of sweet things to tell but they do not have the balls to scream it out. Oh men!

It always doesn't end well when I find a potential beau. The guy just leaves, or the feeling leaves but the only things that stay with me will always consist of a blog, a poem or a song inspired by him. Yeah, I make them my muse.

The thought of being alone frequently creeps in whenever I find myself in hopeless romantic mood. Where am I heading? Is it to Single Blessedness Monastery or to Wisteria Spinsterville? Am I Single in the City? Or a Desperate Spinster? Damn it, I'm too young to worry about this.

So I have this crush, and people want to know who the heaven he is. (I've been saying hell a lot, so better make things heavenly) I don't know if he's an angel. People, you don't know him. Don't even ask, I will not say who he is. Let's just keep him a mystery shall we? Please, for the love of Jel who writes about blogs that you want to read when you're bored.

He's just a line from an Audioslave song...he's like a stone. I don't know if he feels something about me, but I can see a sign. A sign lang talaga kasi hindi masyadong halata at hindi madami. I think it's too early to say, I don't want to assume that there is such a thing. I'm doing myself a favor by not indulging into this and I sometimes wish it will go away.

So what should I do?

I'm not unaffected.

And who should I be?

I'm not unaffected.

What if the "crush" read this blog? Nah, that's impossible, he's such a snooty little bling head. He's too smart for this. He won't find this educational. But in case he finds himself lost in this site...

Are you an angel?

Meow, meow

Tiger, our very much horny cat, fathered four monstrous kitten. Yeah for the Nth time, he once again contributed to the growing feline population. Iniisip siguro ng pusang 'to na sa bawat pusang nasasagasaan at namamatay, apat na kuting ang dapat na ipangnganak. I don't know why the hell this cat is still ACTIVE and ALIVE. I mean he's old like the Arthro Man. Ano kayang sikreto nya? Arthro? Yung nine lives kaya?

This Cat...

...always gets himself mobbed (maybe he's gangster). There were a lot of times when he would come home bloodied and covered with mud. He looked like he was kuyog to death, and my ever compassionate mother would play Mother Theresa and nurse him back to health. Pero wala paring kadala-dala, matapos gumaling, puro sugat na naman. Pusakal talaga. He's such a troublemaker.


...makes a lot of noise when he's having sex. He has this ritual of jumping from one roof to another (like a human being who jumps from one bed to another) and makes these nasty sexual sounds that could wake up the whole neighborhood. I don't know what animalistic sex appeal that this cat has, I mean he's old and dirty (not to mention smelly), but he seems to get a lot of lovin' from pussy cat sluts. Hey Animal Planet, would you be interested to cast this being as your new porn star?


...doesn't know anything about the Trust Family Program, all he knows about is mating season. The only good thing about Tiger is that he didn't eat his offsprings. Animals do that right? They eat their young. Forgive me for saying this, but sometimes I wish he did. His babies are freaking me out. Yesterday, they chase me like demons and almost press their claws on my skin. I promise, I didn't do anything. Mama told me that the kittens might be thinking that I am their master. Sorry kitties, but you can't count on my parenting skills, because I can't even give Otaro a bath. He's so matapang kasi. Who's Otaro? He's my eight year old baby dog.


Anne, if you're reading this please adopt the Hello Kitties before I donate them to the Siopao-wan. (Just kidding about the siopao-wan) I know that you love cats and you know that I don't. Sige na, ampunin mo na para may kalaro si Hamlet. Hamlet na pala siya ngayon, diba dati siya si Narda. Ano??? Lalake pala siya.


I'm not cruel to animals. Readers of the other blog knows how much I mourned when my dog Kulet died. I cried almost every hour, as if there was no tomorrow. Isipin nyo na lang hindi naman lalake yun, pero iniyakan ko pa rin. Ay mali, lalake pala yun pero hindi naman siya tao. Ayan na miss ko tuloy. Hi Kulet, musta naman diyan sa heaven?