I will try to write about it as candidly and honestly as I can, knowing that I have complete moved on. This happened around 7-10 years ago, after all. I think it’s about time that I share this with the world- on my blog- with the hope that you won’t get bored reading it because you know, people are already sick of  love songs. Or is that just Ne-Yo?

But this is NOT a love song. This is a story of my first love. And yes, given the incredibly tacky title, I already warn you that it will be looong cheesy and shit so if you can’t deal with that, you may stop reading now, kthnxbi.

If you continue to read, however, you’re awesome and you get a cookie. And the complimentary porn.

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His name is Joseph.

I wouldn’t even try to conceal his identity as I am sure none of my readers know him personally anyway. We’ve been classmates since the 4th grade and he was a short, skinny, funny little kid. We didn’t become close until high school though and I believe I was about 13-14 when I started falling for him.

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Hello, peoplez!

Ahhh… Long time no see. Blog’s been a bitch and all so I couldn’t update. Anyway, I know I haven’t uploaded any funnysexy videos here in a while and I truly apologize for that. I sure did miss my own crack and I hope you did, too. Lolz. But worry not, ‘coz I bring you a new one courtesy of flippish.

Btw, here’s the description on the site:

Have you ever wondered why there are so many Koreans in the country? Well, Kring Elenzano did. And with the flippish team, she asked around and did a bit of investigation. Even she was surprised with what she found out.

I honestly worry that the South Korean government will deny me of a visa once they see this. An officemate even said that he won’t be surprised if random Korean people will throw tomatoes at me whilst I walk in the streets.

Fail/Win. Intrigued yet? Here it is. Enjoy in HQ!

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Disclaimer/ Request: Please give this blog entry a chance. Promise, it’s not boring and if you comment, I might even send you my half-nekkid picture. Or maybe not.

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This is not a book review. Far from it.

This is me letting the world know that Ricky Lee’s first novel titled “Para Kay B (O Kung Paano Dinevastate ng Pag-Ibig ang 4 out of 5 Sa Atin) [trans. For B (Or How Love Devastated 4 out of 5 of Us)] changed me. Somehow.

I was never really a book person. Unlike others who buy a new one once they’re done reading the last, I only read books when the cover/title/synopsis catches my interest. You see, I’m more of a film person. And with this novel, I hit two birds with one stone because not only were the title and cover attention-grabbing, it was also written by the greatest screenwriter of our time, Ricky Lee (??? – not really Korean but I just wanna demonstrate my Hangul-writing skillz). He wrote Himala. Bitch, please.

The novel is like a collection of 5 short love stories. Powerful ones, I might add. The characters were real and haunting and lovable and flawed. I’d really like to introduce them to you, maybe share a bit of their background and crazy lives but that won’t be fair to Mr. Lee, who spent a year creating, revising and (im)perfecting them. They are his and I should let his genius tell you of their stories. Buy the Book.

I love the novel. Okay, did I say that already? I sometimes don’t enjoy foreign literature that much because the characters seem too distant. Here, it’s as if I’ve met them somewhere or I know them somehow. Or I’m them. While reading, I envisioned the story as a motion picture, complete with crane shots, background music and even fades to black. Hell, I think even said out loud “… and cut! Good Take!” once. It’s just unfortunate (not really) that Marilou Diaz-Abaya adores it, too and wants to make it into a film herself. I mean, if you were Ricky Lee, who’d you choose, Ms. Abaya or me? I thought so.

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DISCLAIMER: I know this topic’s kind of passé already but there’s just this strong (oh, sooo strong) urge for me to share my own take on it. It’s a special entry, if you may, because it’s a subject matter that never fails to put a smile on my face. And because I realized that only the Pinoys would be able to relate to what I’m saying anyway, I decided to write this in Taglish. I had a blast putting this together so I hope you’d like it, too. Also, it’s extremely long. Like really. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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Isa akong proud na batang 90’s tulad ng karamihan sa mga kaibigan ko. Shonga, di porke’t pinanganak ka nung 1992, 90’s kid ka na. Malamang sa malamang di mo nga alam ang mga sasabihin ko dito. Tuwing kami’y nag-iinuman (at madalas iyon), parating napagku-kwentohan ang mga grade-school at highschool days namin. Kaloka. Walang katulad.

Alam mong ka-generation kita kung lumaki kang pinapanood ang Batibot. Oo, adik ako dito nung bata ako. ‘Di kasi ako sosyal at Inggleserang bagets kaya’t ‘di patok sakin ang Sesame Street. Around this time rin may school tour ang Sustagen kasama ang mascots na si Susie and Geno. Aminin mo, kahit hindi ka umiinom ng Sustagen (kasi weird ang lasa, Milo at Ovaltine pa rin FTW!) nag-pabili ka sa mama mo para makapag-dala ng cap na ipapalit para sa freebies. ‘Di ba?

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