Originally posted on June 5, 2006.
[reposted because of this]

It' TB time again. I love quoting TB. He's such a character, isn't he?
(note: certain parts edited or deleted for obvious reasons)

TB: I want to post the mushy letters I made for MA during those times nga naglisod ko sa akong feelings kay uyab na sila ni RH.

TB: Shit, makahilak ko reading it. I never actually got to give it to her. I was about to, but I got back my senses right on time. Thank god. Nawala nalang pud after.

Me: What? You're probably the most pathetic person I've met!

TB: Pathetic? Not really. Let's just say stuck. I was the most stuck person.

TB: I have this MA box. I won't dare open it just to get that letter. It might open up old feelings. YUCKKKKK

Me: Seriously? You have an MA box? Seriously?!?!?!?!?

TB: Why that reaction? No, Yan. Just a baul.

Me: What's inside the box?

TB: Stuff that she gave me. Letters, notes, books, prayers, beads, daghan.

Me: I sure hope that the box is a metaphor. Coz if you actually do have an MA box, God, there's nothing I or anyone can do anymore. You're as good as gone.

TB: Ataya. I don't actually have a box. Nagkalat lang sila sa akong old stuff. God, No, Yan. I don't have a box. Unsay siya importante sa akong kinabuhi? Har, har.

Me: Wait, wait, wait...she gave you letters?

TB: Not the long & winding ones. Notes. Just notes.

Me: What? Let's see them!

TB: Ataya. I won't subject her to ridicule. I owe her that.

TB: Oh, & prayers. A prayer, actually. You want the prayer?

Me: Hala sige para masunog tang tanan

TB: Pero bato naman ko ron.

Me: Hahahaha. You're the most emotional guy I know. You can never be bato.

TB: I guess burning my MA box would be a good start, noh? What do you think, psychologist?

Me: We could sift through all your extra baggage together.

TB: Ataya. And analyze? Make a narrative? Hmm. Why not?

Me: Er...

TB: Make a narrative about how not to fall in love? Ang background music dayon kay "ako'y may natutunan sa aking karanasan, mali ang magmahal sa isang kaibigan...."

Me: How not to fall in love? But being in love is a fucking great feeling! It's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all...you know, all that crap, all that jazz. (Playing devil's advocate)

TB: Ah, crap. It's better to have loved and fucked. But, it is even better to not have loved but fucked just the same.

(response censored for excessive profanity...gag, gag, gag)

(later...in another part of the galaxy...)

TB: Pare, tama ba yun? Better to have loved and lost daw..... etc.

Me: "It's better to have loved and fucked. But, it is even better to not have loved but fucked just the same." Do you agree?

BD: Casual sex is always better, pare. I learned it at a later age nalang pare na sex without commitment is better than anything else. Pero it's just me, pare. Hehehehe.

TB: It definitely is better. Welcome to the club. Do we have to form an association or something?

Me: Na hala. Just as long as you don't contract a disease or anything.

TB: Wala may STD si D. Gidugo lang, ok?

(long pause)

TB: Aw, dili ko sure.

(short pause)

TB: Her bloody efflorence and our encounter confabulates me no end

(shocked silence)

Me: You amaze me! Grabe!

TB: I've tested the limits of my humanity so, I guess, my treshold for a perversion is high

(end. cue credits. cue psycho sound track.)



Sigh. TB, oh, TB. What will we do with you?