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7:39 PM
Everybody deserves happiness, now is my time.
God, please don't make me fall inlove with him. :(
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5:02 PM
Last night, the boyfr and I decided to take a walk down Iloilo’s boulevard (others call it Bike Road, Skate Park, etc). We tried to walk from Barbecue Park to Saviour Hospital but it was too dark since there was a total blackout at the city at around 6pm. Halfway through, we realized we were hungry so we walked back to Barbecue Park and bought fishballs, tempura, and squid rolls. We sat somewhere cozy and watched the sky, debated whether which one’s a star and which one’s an aircraft, sang “Sitsiritsit, alibangbang, salaguinto, salagubang” and tried to translate it in English, where we failed. Hehe. Then with full stomachs and empty pockets, we decided to call it a night and went to our respective homes.
We rarely spend times like this. :)
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1:37 PM
So at 12:07 of November 8th, 2010, NU107, the radio station that I and my cousins listened to when we were young and our folks so hated, signed off air for good. It's a sad sad day for all of us who grew up listening here.
Last night, I actually crept and tiptoed in my parents' room to access the internet and listen to NU's last hour on livestream.. and cried my heart out while listening. This morning, some Plurker recorded NU's last hour and uploaded it on the internet so I am now listening to it again.. and crying my heart out again.
I never got to say my goodbye to NU but I did light up a candle for them last night. Thank you NU107, you are now a wonderful part of my being, and every listener's lives as well.
I went through other people's goodbyes and here's what they had to say:
RIP #NU107 .. the end of a rockin' era.. you will surely be missed..
Para akong namatayan ng kapamilya. Goodbye, NU107.
Too bad the new generation will not be able to grow up w/NU107 but instead be weaned on Glee.
"Kahit hindi na uso ay ito lang ang alam ko..." NU107, ikaw lang ang alam kong Home of New Rock.. Salamat at paalam.
#nu107 ang preset #6 sa radyo ng kotse ko. Ano na tuloy ang ipapalit ko.
You only get a home of nu rock once in a lifetime." - Praise the heavens I had one in mine. Thank you #NU107.
goodbye, NU107. 
I suppose now we all just have to make do with our iPods and mp3 players for driving music.
And that's it. Goodbye, NU107. That's one less decent radio station in this city.
When things sucked, NU cried & screamed w/ me. When things were awesome, we jumped around together. Maraming salamat sa lahat, #NU107. \m/
NU107 somehow made me dream to be a rockstar. bye NU107
trying hard not to comment and just stay tuned in silence, but I'm already choking on my tears. Bye old friend. #NU107
Long live NU107. You rocked my world when you aired... You will still rock in my mind. You will never be forgotten. Rock on!
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12:52 PM
That was one strange dream I had last night.
There was this person burning our phone line with calls we didn't want to take because we didn't know him. He kept calling anyway, saying he knew our family and that he needed our help.
After a while, he showed up at our doorstep, scared and looked like he was running away from something. He had with him a yellow plastic bag which looked heavy. He told us to let him in because some guys were chasing after him.
The guy looked like a transvestite. He had perfectly shaped eyebrows and had red lipstick and light pink blush on his cheeks. He seemed like a woman, except for the sound of his voice. He also wore a tight white shirt, black skinny jeans, and black pointed shoes. He had long red-colored hair which he tied in a ponytail.
None of us in the house recognized him but sensing his need to get inside, we let him in. We asked what the hell was wrong with him, how he knew our family and who's chasing after him.
He laid the yellow plastic bag on top of the table, sat on the chair and began taking some things out of the bag. There was a little stainless pot, the one used for cooking rice, a lighter and a kerosene lamp. He then got up, went to the comfort room, and emptied the contents of the pot into the toilet bowl, poured the contents of the kerosene lamp and flicked the lighter, creating a huge fire.
He then began telling us a story.
"Remember your previous helper, Lenlen? I happened to have killed her. I didn't really mean to. I was out of my mind when I did it. It was an accident."
We all stared at him, our jaws dropped, mouths opened in shock and disbelief.
"That thing inside the pot, those were her bones. I kept it in my house for a while, didn't know what to do with it. The police has been trying to search for her. She's been lost for years. Something told me I should return her back to you. And I did."
We couldn't believe what this monster was trying to tell us. In shock, we had a hard time comprehending his story. He suddenly and hurriedly got out of the house and disappeared.
My brother tried to run after him but then, patrol cars suddenly came and searched the house. They saw the fire inside the comfort room, put it off and saw the charred bones. All of us were arrested then.
And then I woke up.
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9:20 AM
I'm in your room, fixing things up. I know how particular you are with how you arrange your shirts, your CD's, your shoes, your books. Your mom doesn't really know that but I do.
Last night, I laid on your bed. I smelled your pillows. Sadly, your scent ain't there anymore. I wished you would come and visit me. I slept semi-consciously, waiting for you to hug me from behind and kiss my hair just like how you used to when you'd find me asleep on the couch, waiting for you. But you never came. And at around 4 in the morning, I cried.
I missed you so much Kiks, this apartment isn't as alive as when you were still around.
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6:33 PM
We talk in secret codes that don't really mean anything. And we seem to understand each other in ways no one ever can. "I love you's" aren't necessarily exchanged everyday. We both believe that the more you say it, the more it loses its meaning. That's how we communicate.
