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Friday, March 30, 2012

I BLED THE FIRST TIME (TOINK)

IT'S MY FIRST TIME TO DONATE BLOOD.  
I WENT TO THE VENUE OF THE BLOODLETTING ACTIVITY WHICH WAS THE MUNICIPAL WELLNESS CENTER. THERE, I ACCOMPLISHED THE DONOR'S FORM. I WEIGHED NINETY (90) KILOGRAMS.


I WAS ASKED FEW QUESTIONS CONCERNING MY HEALTH CONDITION. THE LAST TIME I DRUNK WAS ON THURSDAY; BASTA HINDI KAHAPON NAG-INOM PWEDE NAMAN DAW. THEN, DR. DELA COSTA (WHO LOOKED LIKE PAO's ATTY. DELA COSTA) PRICKED MY FINGER AND GOT A SAMPLE OF MY PRECIOUS BLOOD. IT BLOODY HURT.


I WAS REMINDED THAT MY BLOOD TYPE IS B+
I DON'T KNOW WHAT MADE ME FORGET IT, BUT EVERYTIME I'M ABOUT TO FILL OUT THE BLOOD TYPE SECTION OF ANY FORM, I LEAVE IT UNMARKED. HEHE.


I WAS BROUGHT TO A CUBICLE WHERE I WAS TOLD TO LIE DOWN. 
DROP MY PANTS, DROP MY BRIEFS. AND SHE KNELT DOWN AND SUCKED MY..
THEN, FEELING OF COTTON AND ALCOHOL ON MY ARM SUCKED ME BACK TO REALITY.
 
A SOFT BALL WAS GIVEN TO ME, WHICH I COULD SQUEEZE FOR WHATEVER REASON, HAHA. THE BLOOD SUCKER TOLD ME THAT MY VEIN IS GOOD, MAYBE BECAUSE IT IS CLEARLY VISIBLE EVEN UNDER MY SKIN, OR MAYBE BECAUSE IT LOOKS YUMMY AS IT IS FULL OF PIG BLOOD. TOINK.

THERE WAS NOREEN, EGAY, QUIO AND ENGIE.
ENGIE, THE P.T. SLASH PHOTOGRAPHER, KEPT ON TAKING PICTURES OF THE GANGBANG VIRGIN THAT WAS ME. 
I FELT THE PRICK OF THE NEEDLE, WHICH I ASSUMED WAS LARGER THAN THE BLOOD SPECIMEN PRICKER (NOW, WHAT WUZZ THAT).
I NEVER LOOKED AT IT, COZ I MIGHT BE HESITANT, TELLING THEM TO GIVE ME MORE MINUTES TO GET MYSELF READY. SO I JUST WAITED FOR THE HARD LENGTH TO ENTER MY HOLE. TOINK.

THE BLOOD TAKER (UP TO NOW, I NEVER MANAGED TO ASK FOR THE RIGHT TERM FOR MAM NOREEN's POSITION) TOLD ME MY BLOOD FLOW WAS FAST. THAT WAS THE TIME, WHEN I HAD THE COURAGE TO LOOK AT MY ARM (COZ I WAS HALF-BITING MY RIGHT HAND AS I WAS FACING THE WALL). I SAW A DARK COLORED PLASTIC HOSE CONNECTED TO MY LEFT ARM. AND I GUESS, IT WAS JUST MY BLOOD THAT GAVE THE HOSE ITS DARK COLOR. HEHE. I SAW A PORTION OF THE BAG, WHERE MY BLOOD WENT INTO. I SAW NOREEN, WRITING SOMETHING ON ANOTHER BAG. SO I SUPPOSED I  THEY WOULD EXTRACT TWO BAGS OF BLOOD FROM ME. BUT IT WAS JUST ONE BAG. I DONATED ONLY 250 CC OF BLOOD.

I WAS TOLD TO STAY FOR SOME MORE MINUTES AS IT IS THE PRACTICE. AND I WAS INFORMED THAT I CAN SIT WHILE TAKING A REST.
THEN, TEHY HANDED ME SOME FREEBIES: A WHITE EVENT SHIRT, A RICE MEAL (DAING NA BANGUS, PUSO NG SAGING NA MAY PANSIT) AT FRUIT JUICE WHICH I GULPED RIGHT AWAY AS INSTRUCTED.

I NEVER FELT DIZZY AT ALL. JUST NORMAL. I SIGNED A DOCUMENT WHICH I NEVER REALLY CARED TO READ, AND WENT BACK TO THE WORKPLACE. AY. SA CANTEEN PALA KO DUMERETSO, AT KUMAIN NANG MARAMI. HEHE.

THEN, I DRANK COFFEE.
I RECEIVED A TOTAL OF FOUR SHIRTS WITHIN THE DAY.
ONE FROM DUBAI, C/O MAM JOJI, TWO FROM THE BLOOD DONATION ACTIVITY, AND THE LAST ONE WAS FROM SIR ROMMEL WHO WAS IN MALAYSIA YESTERDAY.

I RECEIVED SOME FOOD ALSO.
EGG SANDWICH, PINEAPPLE JUICE AND COFFEE FROM OSH KOSH BJOZH, 
AND HUNGGRY HIPPO BURGER FROM ATE THESS.


HERE AT HOME, I JUST KILLED A FLYING BEETLE, WHICH CAME THROUGH THE OPEN WINDOW. GUESS, IT HAS NO BLOOD. 





THIS IS A PICTURE OF A CHAPEL WHICH WAS SEEN IN THE MOVIE, THE DA VINCI CODE. ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOVIES.


TALK ABOUT THE BLOODLINE OF JESUS, THE HOLY GRAIL, THE SACRED WOMANHOOD, AND THE DECEPTION BEING DONE BY THE CHURCH :)

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

BEHIND THE TWEETS

WE SOMETIMES TRY TO TELL PEOPLE WHAT WE FEEL, 
BUT WE CAN NEVER ALWAYS EXPOUND ON SOME MATTER.
SO WE TRY TO COMPRESS OUR THOUGHTS INTO FEW WORDS.

I HAVE PLAYED A DANGEROUS GAME FOR YEARS. 
AND I HAVE ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WILL BREAK ME.
BUT SO FAR, I PLAYED IT WELL. 
STILL, I KNOW IT WILL BE OVER FOR ME. SOON.
-- RESCUE

I NEVER WANTED TO DO IT, BUT I HAVE TO.
NOW, THAT IT FEELS NICE, I'M AFRAID I CAN NEVER REALLY GO ON ANY FURTHER. 
IT HAS TO STOP. I'VE BEEN AWARE THAT THIS WILL LEAD INTO NOTHING. 
BUT THEN, THINGS SEEM TO GO WELL. 
BUT I'M IN MY LOWEST POINT NOW, AND NO ONE CAN HELP ME GET UP. 
BECAUSE MIRACLES DO NOT REALLY OCCUR.
-- NO CHEMICAL ROMANCE

THERE WAS A BOY WHO DREAMT OF BECOMING AN ARCHITECT. 
HE WANTED TO BUILD FOR HIMSELF HIS OWN IDEA OF A BACHELOR'S PAD. 
BUT HE NEVER FINISHED COLLEGE, NEVER BECAME AN ARCHITECT,
AND NOW HE NEVER EVEN HAS A ROOM. 
IT IS JUST THE FAMILY'S OLD COUCH HE HAS AS REFUGE WHEN HE BREAKS DOWN. 
NO PRIVACY, NO PEACE.
-- DIRRTY COUCH. DIRRTY CURTAIN


Monday, March 12, 2012

THE DEVIL AND THE UNWANTED RAIN

I AM SLEEPY NOW.
COZ WHEN I WOKE UP AT 4AM, I GOT MYSELF A HOT MUG OF COFFEE
AND WATCHED "THE DEVIL" ON HBO.
I FINISHED THEM. BOTH THE MOVIE AND THE COFFEE.


I THOUGHT ABOUT JOGGING, 
BUT I FEARED THAT THE DEVIL MIGHT RUN AFTER ME.
BUT I CAN FLIRT WITH HIM, SO HE'LL JUST RUN WITH ME.
TOINK. SO I JUST WENT BACK TO BED THE COUCH AND SLEPT AGAIN.


MY EYES WENT OPEN AND SAW 7:59 BECOME 8:00.
I DECIDED TO WRITE ABOUT IT 'CAUSE IT'S UNUSUAL.
TOINK. I COULD HAVE THROWN MY CP OUT THE WINDOW, 
BUT I THOUGHT I WAS LUCKY TO HAVE WITNESSED THE TRANSITION OF TIME. HAHA.


I WENT TO THE WORKPLACE WITH THE STREETS DRY 
AND FELT THE PRICKING HEAT OF THE SUMMER MORNING.
BUT THEN IT RAINED.
I HAD A QUITE BUSY MORNING THAT I FIND IT ODD TO FEEL GLOOMY UPON SEEING THE RAIN SHOWER. 
BUT IT DIDN'T LAST LONG. 
THE RAIN. 
THE GLOOM. 
IT DIDN'T LAST LONG. (KOWS!)      


FOR ME, THERE ARE TWO TYPES OF RAIN.
THE ESSENTIAL RAIN. ONE WHICH IS NECESSARY TO NURTURE LIFE.
THE UNWANTED RAIN. ONE THAT DESTROYS LIVES. AND YES, YOUR SCHEDULE.
THE LATTER IS THE DEVIL.