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		<title>Elbi 1</title>
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		<title>sam 5.2 of muffled screams and unshed tears</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 05:46:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Often the times you meet the one is the wrong one. Or so they say. I say everything is meant to be&#8230;if believe it enough&#8230;love would survive. At least it would&#8230;in your own heart. If you ask another person to keep loving you for the rest of his life, you are being extremely selfish. NEVER [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=midorilover.wordpress.com&blog=3568063&post=45&subd=midorilover&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Often the times you meet the one is the wrong one. Or so they say. I say everything is meant to be&#8230;if believe it enough&#8230;love would survive. At least it would&#8230;in your own heart. If you ask another person to keep loving you for the rest of his life, you are being extremely selfish. NEVER DEMAND LOVE&#8230;BE DESERVING OF IT INSTEAD..</p>
<p>Paolo Coelho : &#8220;Love is a commitment of the heart that will stand the test of wavering emotions, intellectual rationalizing, circumstantial allure, hormonal infatuation, and even the wounds of your lover. Anything less is not true love.&#8221;</p>
<p>+++</p>
<p>Samantha was still hyperventilating when she got to her place. She had run to her room as soon as she had locked the front door behind her. She had cried on the cab. She had cried on the elevator. Even the security guards were worried about her. They have grown fond of the tenant who brought them cake and food whenever she went home to Laguna or Batangas. They could not ask her how she was like they used to. Mainly because she all but fled towards the elevator.</p>
<p>Reason was trying to take over. Her mind kept saying he had betrayed her trust again. However shady their set- up was, she had always hoped that they told other exactly where they stood.</p>
<p>But Lovely is pregnant. AGAIN.</p>
<p>She stripped her bed of the sheets. She threw them with the pillow cases and the blanket on the floor. She pushed it under the bed. She wanted to puke at the sight of those sheets. It reeked of Eros. It reeked of love.</p>
<p>She placed her green bedsheet, lime green blanket and neon green pillow cases on her otherwise bare bed. Green always calmed her rage. And she was prone to it more than she was prone to self-pity. This made her stronger than most but not at all less dangerous.</p>
<p>She needed everything to be green this night. Because her blood would come out of her eyes. The tears would surely never stop now. Like the last time. Only the tears from her eyes were within the semblance of her control. But her heart continues to bleed&#8230;continues to weep. Damn stupid pride. She would not have any tonight. She would bleed through her eyes until there was no more pain caused by betrayal in her person. She would not let Eros turn her back to the dark Samantha.</p>
<p>Dark Samantha preyed on men. She tore at relationships and destroyed as many egos and hearts as she could possibly reach, clutch and crush. Dark Samantha showed her head. Samantha wrapped herself with the lime blanket. Dark Samantha abhored green. So Samantha pulled it to her neck and began to cry.</p>
<p>Samantha knew how long she needed to stay here. Thank the heavens for the weekend. She needs the next 24 hours to keep all her friends, family and even Eros safe. In her green bed, her happy sanctuary, everyone was safe from her wrath. Her heartbreak lasts for that long. She needs  to screama and cry and lament. She would do just that. Maybe after the tears are not voluntarily committing suicide on her cheeks. Her neon green pillows would need wringing by the end of this day. But she would feel better. She has to. For her sake.</p>
<p>She wouldn&#8217;t eat. She would barely drink. She would not move from where she is, fearing how angry she would become if she left this room. She needed this day to drown herself in her emotions. And tomorrow, real reason would return. And everyone would see her smile and say that she is single again. But not today. Hell hath no fury than a mistress scorned does not even covers it. She needs this day.</p>
<p>Eros made a fatal mistake of knocking.</p>
<p>Samantha looked up from her sobbing. She knew Val never knocked. And she had not ordered any food. Solicitors were stopped at the lobby. It meant one thing.</p>
<p>Eros has a death wish.</p>
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		<title>sam 5.1 if love is a triangle</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 05:19:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[*Cab*
* enroute to Sam&#8217;s Condo *
Eros stare out the window. The steel blus skyscrappers hurried past him. But all he saw were trees&#8230;green lush reminders of his youthful transgressions. Ones that led him to the two women he loved, loves, and perhaps never be able to seperate from.
** Laguna **
** outside Eros&#8217; house **
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>*Cab*<br />
* enroute to Sam&#8217;s Condo *</p>
<p>Eros stare out the window. The steel blus skyscrappers hurried past him. But all he saw were trees&#8230;green lush reminders of his youthful transgressions. Ones that led him to the two women he loved, loves, and perhaps never be able to seperate from.</p>
<p>** Laguna **<br />
** outside Eros&#8217; house **</p>
<p>Art: (waiting for Eros) (in his head) Ang bagal&#8230;kailangan bang tuwing aalis ng bahay ay maliligo pa? Suskonaman. Adik ata sa sabon ang taong &#8216;to. (was about to light a cigarette when he sees Eros come out of the gate)</p>
<p>Eros smiled at Arthur, who just sighed.</p>
<p>Art: (in his head) Kung hindi lang matibay sa labanan ito. Iisipin mo talagang mabagal sa lahat ng bagay eh. Sa babae kahit sya na ang nilalapitan, sya ang lumalayo. Pero kapag nagalit, malingat ka lang bulagta na ang kalaban. Ewangko ba.</p>
<p>(outloud) Ipunin mo ang mga ngiti mo. Malamang maraming chicks kina Alex.</p>
<p>Eros: Isasama mo na naman ako sa pangbababae mo. Tapos kapag sa akin lumapit nagagalit ka.<br />
Art: Yabang nito, kala mo kung sinong gwapo.</p>
<p>Both men sported long hair, tied in a shogun ponytail, making them look like samurais than the actual ruffians that they are. This is their turf. They didn&#8217;t need katanas. Their hands are enough to maim but never kill. still they have their flyknives in case. They are comrades and top dogs of their breed. Women fell all over themselves when they pass.</p>
<p>*Alex&#8217;s house*</p>
<p>Al: Kanina pa namin kayong hinihintay.</p>
<p>Art: (points finger at Eros) Yan, nagmake-up pa.</p>
<p>Al: (laughs)</p>
<p>Eros: (smiles)</p>
<p>Al: Hindi ka talaga nagsasalita no, Kid?</p>
<p>Eros: (shrugs)</p>
<p>Al: (laughs) Lasingin na ito para humaba ang dila.</p>
<p>The drinking session lasts late into the night&#8230;</p>
<p>New arrival: (woman) (petite) (long hair) (in office attire) (joins the group) Tama na &#8216;yan. (jokes)</p>
<p>Al: Mga pare, ang pinakamaganda kong pamangkin, si Lovely.</p>
<p>Art: Hi Loves.</p>
<p>Eros: (looks up at her briefly then goes back to his drinking) (in his head) Ang ganda nya&#8230;</p>
<p>Love: Tito Al ha, binebenta mo na naman ako sa mga barkada mo. Ung isa totoy pa ata. (refers to Eros)</p>
<p>Eros: Akala mo lang yun.</p>
<p>Al: Yun. Ikaw lang pala ang makakapagpasalita jan eh. Kanina pang napapanisan ng laway yan.</p>
<p>Love: Ilang taon ka na ba?</p>
<p>Eros: Dise-syete.</p>
<p>Love: Naku. Underage ka pa pala.</p>
<p>Eros: Wala yan sa edad nasa laki yan&#8230;ng pakikisama.</p>
<p>Love: (laughs)</p>
<p>Art: Naku pare, benta ka na naman. Loves, bata pa yan. Hindi pa yan hasa. Tayo na lang. Batikan na.</p>
<p>Love: (laughs) Kapag may trabaho ka na saka ka humirit.</p>
<p>Art: Sige, bukas na bukas din ay maghahanap ako ng trabaho, &#8216;tas tayo na ha?</p>
<p>Love: Pag me trabaho ka na, saka tayo mag-usap.</p>
<p>The group heckles Arthur for getting turned down. The night went on like that.</p>
<p>Love tried to get Eros&#8217; attention and Art tried to divert Love&#8217;s attention towards him. But failed miserably until..</p>
<p>Love: (drunk) Bakla ka ba? (to Eros)</p>
<p>Eros: Miss Lovely, baka kapag pinatunayan ko sa iyo na lalaki ako, hindi ka makalakad ng maayos.</p>
<p>The group heckles Lovely.</p>
<p>+++</p>
<p>Driver: Manong, nandito na po tayo.&#8217;Sang daan lang.</p>
<p>Eros takes out a hundred bill. He sighed when he looked up at the condominuim.</p>
<p>Eros: (in his head) Pasa na naman ito.</p>
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		<title>sam 5.0 why sam hates hospitals</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 05:10:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Samantha hates hospitals. It is there on the five worst places you could ever make her go.
1. Spas
2. Saloons
3. Hospitals
4. Funerals (this would make anywhere with one horrible for her)
5. Cemeteries (duh)
And so this episode would just cement that. I wonder why?
+++
Sam: Do I really have to be here?
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Samantha hates hospitals. It is there on the five worst places you could ever make her go.</p>
<p>1. Spas<br />
2. Saloons<br />
3. Hospitals<br />
4. Funerals (this would make anywhere with one horrible for her)<br />
5. Cemeteries (duh)</p>
<p>And so this episode would just cement that. I wonder why?</p>
<p>+++</p>
<p>Sam: Do I really have to be here?</p>
<p>Jes: I need to ask my friend how to get rid of the baby?</p>
<p>Sam: What? Ju go le?</p>
<p>Jes: I&#8217;m kidding. Rain will be here in half an hour. You can leave when he arrives. I just can&#8217;t be here alone. I&#8217;ll freak out.</p>
<p>Sam: I would too. If I had a parasite growing in my tummy that got there by swimming into my vagina and my tubes. Children. They are the worst kind of pollution, really. They are cute when they can&#8217;t talk but by golly when they learn the words. Ugh. Suffering.</p>
<p>Jes: You are not being helpful. Moody ka pala kapag hindi pinapansin ng bf.</p>
<p>Sam: Hay naku. Kaya nga ba naaalala ko na kung bakit ang saya saya ko nung single ako. Ewan ko. Hindi ko na pinapakialaman ang phone ko. Bahala sya sa buhay nya. Bubugbugin ko na lang sya pag nagkita ulit kami. Mga ten years from now siguro. Bwisit talaga ang mga lalaking yan. Bwisit.</p>
<p>Jes: Feeling ko sex withdrawal lang yan.</p>
<p>Sam: Tingin ko rin gurl. Makausap kaya ang obgyn mo. Tanong mo nga kung posibleng magka sex withdrawal ang babae. Alam ko ang mga bois naaaneng pag matagal na hindi nakasamyo ng keps or tarugo. Depende sa pallette. Pero dapat daw ang gurls mas carry ang no sex. Pero naman kasi&#8230;it&#8217;s my favorite form of exercise. Uber wala akong stress kapag me jerjer.</p>
<p>Jes: Pano na lang ako.</p>
<p>Sam: Tumigil ka. Alam naman nating for life ka nang me kajerjer. Shattap with the whinning. Bumenta na yan. Hmf.</p>
<p>Samantha and Jessica sat outside the clinic, waiting on the benches made Sam more uncomfortable.</p>
<p>Sam: (in her head) If this is what I have to do every time I get knocked up I&#8217;d rather be infertile.</p>
<p>Jes: (laughs) Putla mo, gurl.</p>
<p>Sam: Shattap. Kungdi lang kita mahal hindi talaga kita sasamahan dito.</p>
<p>Jes: (hugs her arm) Kaya Haylabyu eh.</p>
<p>Rain: Are you cheating on me again? (mock seriousness)</p>
<p>Jes: (sees the people look at them) Gago to.</p>
<p>Sam: (laughs) Yey. May I be excused?</p>
<p>Jes: (in her head) DON&#8217;T LEAVE ME HERE! I THOUGHT YOU ARE MY FRIEND. HOW CAN YOU LEAVE ME. IHATECHU&#8230;</p>
<p>(outloud) Yup. See you tomorrow. (beso)</p>
<p>Sam: (beso) (to Rain) Take care of your fiancee. Or I&#8217;ll cut your kidmaker, capish?</p>
<p>Rain: (nods) Ingat, Samantha.</p>
<p>Sam: Right back at ya.</p>
<p>The clinic door opens and a woman walks out in all her pregnant glory.<br />
A tall young boy is holding her hand. Jes and Rain enter the clinic. Samantha wanted to wait but decided she really needed to go number two so she stood up to get ready to leave.</p>
<p>Man: (from behind Sam) Love.</p>
<p>Lady: Eros.</p>
<p>Sam: (turned around abruptly) (smiles)</p>
<p>Eros: (shocked)</p>
<p>Sam: Sinong tinatawag mo?<br />
Love: Sinong tinatawag mo?</p>
<p>Eros: (walks towards the women and the boy) Love, this is Sam&#8230;Sam this is Lovely&#8230;my&#8230;wife.</p>
<p>Sam: (chokes for a second then smiles) I&#8217;m sorry but I have to go.</p>
<p>Eros: Samantha. (holds her by the arm)</p>
<p>Sam: I&#8217;m in a hurry, sir. So release my hand if you still want it in one piece.</p>
<p>Eros: Sir? What&#8217;s wrong with you?</p>
<p>Sam: Mister. I would need for you to let go of my hand or I will break it to pieces in front of your wife, son and new baby.</p>
<p>Eros: New baby?</p>
<p>Sam: (karate chop to Eros&#8217; neck)</p>
<p>Eros: (releases her hand in pain and holds his neck in agony)</p>
<p>Sam: Have a nice life. (to Love and the boy)</p>
<p>Eros: Sa&#8230;am&#8230;(tries to get up) (the boy is helping him get up)</p>
<p>Samantha marches away and even hits a man who was walking in front of her. She couldn&#8217;t see him because of the tears which once again, are going to have to help her heal her heart. Eros has once again shattered it despite her jests about not wanting him with her for the rest of her life.</p>
<p>Sam: (sees her face in a glass window) Bakeru.</p>
<p>+++</p>
<p>Art: Anong nangyari sa&#8217;yo? (sees Eros sitting down and trying to breath more slowly)</p>
<p>Love: His girlfriend gave him an adam apple breaking karate chop. (laughs) Ipakilala ba naman ako bilang asawa nya.</p>
<p>Art: (face darkens) That&#8217;s not what you two are anymore. Nahuli lang ako ng isang oras, nakipagbalikan ka na agad.</p>
<p>Love: Isa ka pa.</p>
<p>Kurt: Papa, girlfriend mo ba talaga yun? (to Eros)</p>
<p>Eros: (nods)</p>
<p>Kurt: Mas maganda pa si mama.</p>
<p>Love: (laughs) Sipsip.</p>
<p>Kurt: Pero hindi naman sya panget. Siguro kung nakangiti sya maganda rin sya. Pero nakakatakot sya. Napatumba nya si papa. E di ba siga kayo ni papa, Tito Arthur?</p>
<p>Art: Hindi kasi inaasahan ni Papa mo na kakaratihin sya ni Sam. Naaalala ko dati laging may pasa si brod. Hindi ko alam karatista pa pala yang si Sam.</p>
<p>Eros: (sighs) Ang init kasi ng ulo nun lagi.</p>
<p>Art: Ikaw ang nag girlfriend ng selosa.</p>
<p>Eros: Totoo namang asawa ko si Love. Pero hiwalay na nga lang.</p>
<p>Art: At sa isang buwan ay hindi mo na sya pwedeng kausapin. Kasi simula na ng 6 months na order ng husgado na hindi kayo pwedeng mag-usap. Sinabi mo ba sa girlfriend mo na kaya mo kasama si Lovely ay dahil dun?</p>
<p>Eros: Pano ko nga masasabi? Sinapak na nga ako bago pa ako makapagpaliwanag.</p>
<p>Art: Me pagkawarfreak talaga yun dati pa. Napapaaway nga yun pag binabastos ang mga kaibigan nya.</p>
<p>Love: Parang me kakilala akong ganun. (looks at Eros)</p>
<p>Kurt: (laughs)</p>
<p>Love: Subukan mo akong bigyan ng sakit ng ulo tulad ng binigay ni Papa mo ke lola mo. Naku kahit kasing laki ka na ni Papa mo ay papaluin pa rin kita.</p>
<p>Kurt: (stops laughing)</p>
<p>Eros: (stands up) Mauna na ako. Magpapaliwanag pa ako sa mahal ko.</p>
<p>Art: Bili ka munang body armour.</p>
<p>Eros:(to Art)  Gago. Ingatan mo ang mag-ina ko at ang inaanak ko.</p>
<p>Art: Lagi naman. Sige na. (puts his arm around Love) Baka wala ka pang abutan. Mahilig pa namang magkandado ng pinto yung isang un.</p>
<p>Eros: (in his head) Patay kang Eros ka. (smirks worriedly) Pasa na naman ito. (rubs his neck thoughtfully) Sana hindi nya ako mapatay bago ako makapagpaliwanag.</p>
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		<title>sam 4.6 of held hands and revisited nightmares</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 05:08:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[What happens when the person holding your hand lets you go? Not exactly because they want to but because theirs are needed by someone else. Do you let go? Or do you hold on?
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* Transilvania *
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img src="/DOCUME~1/samantha/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><img src="/DOCUME~1/samantha/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" />What happens when the person holding your hand lets you go? Not exactly because they want to but because theirs are needed by someone else. Do you let go? Or do you hold on?<br />
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<p>* Transilvania *</p>
<p>Sam: You are doing what? (horrified)<br />
Ash: You are getting married? (excited)</p>
<p>Jes: Yup. Tying the knot. I am. (yoda mode) (deepest sigh ever)</p>
<p>Sam: Felt ko di mo type.<br />
Ash: Samantha! B.I. ka.</p>
<p>Sam: Iba ang b.i. sa mysogamist. (thinks) Sabagay all of the above ako. Hay naku. Kid or no kid ayoko magpasakal.</p>
<p>Ash: Anong tawag mo kay Eros? Boylet?</p>
<p>Sam: (deepest sigh ever) Hay naku. Mahal ko lang yun kaya sya lang ang POSIBLE and I stress again&#8230;po.sib.le.kong pakasalan. Pero kung ako lang. Yoko talaga.</p>
<p>Ash: Isusumbong kita kay Eros.</p>
<p>Sam: Alam na nya yun. Pero try mo lang at kakalbuhin kita. Uber kaya magmukmok yun.</p>
<p>Ash: Ibig sabihin ba nyan hindi mo talaga mahal si Eros.</p>
<p>Sam: Kung hindi ko talaga sya mahal. Unang mention pa lang ng words na wedding, kasal at kahit pa I at Do. Naku, away na ang lola mo. Fly away to my freedom. Nagkataon labs ko ang kilay nya. So I can make tiis.</p>
<p>Ash: Minsan hindi ko maisip kung nagiging mababaw ka lang talaga pag masaya o literal na you are getting the full treatment. Hinay hinay sa fuck my brains out mode. Kailangan mong magtira for work.</p>
<p>Sam: (wicked laugh) Sino kayang na-ooverfatigue?</p>
<p>Ash: Shattap.</p>
<p>Jes: Friends. Focus. (points to self)</p>
<p>Ash: Eh ano ngang problema mo? Wala na di ba?</p>
<p>Jes: Hindi ko gustong magpakasal.</p>
<p>Sam: Eh di wag.</p>
<p>Jes: Pano si Rain?</p>
<p>Sam: Ikakamatay niya ba na hindi mo sya pakasalan?</p>
<p>Jes: Eh yung baby?</p>
<p>Sam: Don&#8217;t even think about getting rid of it.</p>
<p>Jes: I don&#8217;t know if kaya ko na maging mom.</p>
<p>Sam: Then start reading books. Quiz your mother. Ask you obgyn. Aba&#8230;ikaw gumawa nyan. Hindi yan DVD na kapag hindi malinaw ay ibabalik mo. Kahit nga un walang refund noh! Umayos ka.</p>
<p>Jes: I have so many things that I want to do. Travel. Work abroad. Be famous. Stuff like that. Now I have to settle down and take care of a baby.</p>
<p>Sam: One problem at a time. Have the baby. Then tell Rain after na lang ipanganak ang baby kayo magpakasal. That would give you time to learn to love him. If by 6 more months ay wa pa rin. Give him the baby. Travel. Work abroad. Fly. Be famous. Whatever you want. Just don&#8217;t kill anyone in the process and also make sure Rain knows your plans. Para hindi sya magalit sa iyo. The truth is the best bluff. Kakayanin nya yun. Rational naman si Rain.</p>
<p>Ash: I doubt papayag yun. Mahal nya si Jessica, noh.</p>
<p>Sam: No choice sya. Kesa ipalaglag ni gurl<br />
ang anak nya noh. Kasalanan sa universe yun.</p>
<p>Ash: True.</p>
<p>Jes: Hay mas nalito ako sa inyo.</p>
<p>Sam: In a different time ang sasabihin ko na lang ay. Shattap. Iinom mo lang yan. Pero di pwede.</p>
<p>Ash: Retarted na hitad na pepe ka talaga.</p>
<p>Sam: At least hindi ako deficient na tigang na pepe. (wicked laugh)</p>
<p>Ash: Ang karma digital.</p>
<p>Sam: Please, what could be worse than being in a very sexual and promising affair. Gurl&#8230;feeling ko ganyan din ako pag papakasalan na ako ni Eros (points her pouting lips at Jes)</p>
<p>Ash: True. Sira din ang mga babae noh.</p>
<p>PJ: I second the motion.</p>
<p>Sam: (flicks PJ&#8217;s ear that has a silver earring) Eavesdropper.</p>
<p>PJ: Ang lakas kaya ng boses nyo.</p>
<p>Ash: Away. (shoos PJ &#8211; male officemate away)</p>
<p>PJ: Hay naku, Jess. Try not to listen to these two. Wala kang mahihita.</p>
<p>Sam: (displays a vegeta keychain in front of PJ) Remember me? Ang hostage ni Samantha hangga&#8217;t hindi ka pa nakakaget-over sa churva mong lovelife na hindi namin alam kung nag-exist talaga? Kelan kaya ako maibabalik sa&#8217;yo.</p>
<p>PJ: (tries to grab the keychain)</p>
<p>Sam: I&#8217;ll decide when you get your favorite keychain. In the meantime, shoo.</p>
<p>PJ: (walks away)</p>
<p>Sam: I am so mean to him.</p>
<p>Ash: He needs it.</p>
<p>Jes: Friends. Focus.</p>
<p>Sam: Pagbubuhulin ko na kayo ni PJ. Mga Aquarius na ito. Hindi makaget-over. Kung feelings mo ke Ryan ang piniproblema mo. Por dios por santo. Please lang daw sabi ni Lord, iniuntog ka na nga nya sa pinakamalaking batong pwedeng iumpog ka nagiinarte ka pa. Inumpog ka na nga sa maskels ni Rain at sa hindi ko na sasabihin pag parte ng anatomy nya tas nagngungunguyngoy ka pa jayn. You were reckless. Be a woman and learn from your mistakes. Because God knows men never do.</p>
<p>Jes: Eh ano nga, do I marry him or not?</p>
<p>Ash: Hindi kami ang makikisama. Ikaw. Make up your own mind. Dahil kahit anong sabihin namin sarili mo pa rin ang susundin mo.</p>
<p>Sam: Korektedbyme!</p>
<p>Jes: Hindi ko talaga gustong magpakasal.</p>
<p>Sam: Eh di wag.</p>
<p>Jes: Pero magagalit sya.</p>
<p>Sam: Delaying tactics. Like me. Like with Eros. I&#8217;m enjoying whatever freedom our sordid affair is giving me. At pag sukatan na ng singsing at damit. Disappear na ako. Ayoko talaga eh.</p>
<p>Jes: Sure ka bang alam nya.</p>
<p>Sam: (wicked laugh) Hindi noh. Sugapa yun eh. Akala nya laging biro lang na totoo ang mga mysogamist litany ko. Pero ayoko magdagdag pa sa ating population. Wala akong maternal instincts. Kaya I used protection. I use protection. Dahil alam ko kasal ang sagot ni Eros sa lahat ng inaakala nyang problema ng relasyon namin.</p>
<p>Ash: Akala ko ba masaya ka?</p>
<p>Sam: Try mo na hindi tawagan ng boyfriend ng ilang araw. Sasaya ka ba? This is why I hate co-dependence. Addictive kasi sya.</p>
<p>Ash: True.</p>
<p>Jes: I&#8217;m doomed.</p>
<p>Sam: Welcome to the club.</p>
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		<title>sam 4.5 of weddings and happy endings</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 05:18:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Predictability is something that makes life so damn boring sometimes. And since this immitates life, I have to follow what the parents of the real Jessica would probably do. And so here goes.
+++Jessica&#8217;s house+++
Rain: (a little pale) (inhales) (smiles at Jess) Here goes.
Jes: Are you sure YOU want to tell them yourself?
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Predictability is something that makes life so damn boring sometimes. And since this immitates life, I have to follow what the parents of the real Jessica would probably do. And so here goes.</p>
<p>+++Jessica&#8217;s house+++</p>
<p>Rain: (a little pale) (inhales) (smiles at Jess) Here goes.</p>
<p>Jes: Are you sure YOU want to tell them yourself?</p>
<p>Rain: It would hurt less I think.</p>
<p>Jes: Less being the operative word.</p>
<p>Rain: Yeah. And since I already have a half-healed eye. I figured it wouldn&#8217;t hurt to even out my face. (laughs a little nervously)</p>
<p>Jes: (hugs him)</p>
<p>Rain: (tightens the hug) I love you, you know.</p>
<p>Jes: (looks at Rain)</p>
<p>Rain: You don&#8217;t have to give me an answer now. Someday I hope you would though.</p>
<p>Jes: (misty eyes)</p>
<p>Rain: (wipes tears that have not yet fallen) Don&#8217;t start, love. You have to be strong. There would be enough tears in a few minutes. (kisses her crown &#8211; top of her head)</p>
<p>Jessica and Rain walk into the house and find that her parents and her aunties were having dinner.</p>
<p>Jes&#8217;mom: (let&#8217;s call her Mami)Where have you been? (asks Jes)(sees Rain) That explains why she came home early. You always did take better care of my daughter than all her boyfriends combined.</p>
<p>Rain: (smiles wryly)</p>
<p>Jes&#8217;dad: (let&#8217;s call him Dadi) Kain na.</p>
<p>Jes: Hindi pa ako nagugutom. Mamaya na lang.</p>
<p>Jes&#8217;Aunt: (let&#8217;s call her Anti) Umupo ka na. Ikaw rin. (tells Rain) (she stand up to get an extra set for Rain)</p>
<p>Jes: (sits away from everybody else)<br />
Rain:(sits beside Jes)</p>
<p>Everybody goes on to eat.</p>
<p>Mami: Tahimik kayong dalawa ngayon. Kumusta na ang trabaho mo sa Manila? (to Rain)</p>
<p>Rain: Okay naman po.</p>
<p>Mami: Buti ka pa may magandang trabaho. Ung si Ryan ewan ko ba.</p>
<p>Rain: (chokes) (drinks water) Me business naman po sya.</p>
<p>Mami: Kahit pa. Hay. Ang kinakatakot ko ay baka isang araw na lang umuwing buntis yang kaibigan mo.</p>
<p>Jes: (turns pale) (doesn&#8217;t look up from her food)</p>
<p>Rain: Kung hindi po kay Ryan, okay lang?</p>
<p>Mami: Hindi naman sa inaapi ko ang pinsan mo ano. Pero naman. Ang daming gwapong me gusto sa anak ko. Sayang ang lahi namin.</p>
<p>Dadi: (laughs) Me gwapo rin naman sa lahi nina Rain. Tingnan mo na lang sya. Kung sya pa siguro ang nagustuhan ni Jessica hindi ka masyadong mag-aalangan. (to Mami)</p>
<p>Anti: Bakit, meron ka bang gustong sabihin, ha? Jessica? (first to notice that Jes was not saying anything)</p>
<p>Jes: (suddenly looks up) Ha?</p>
<p>Anti: Akala mo ba ay hindi namin alam?</p>
<p>Jes: (starts to cry)</p>
<p>Anti: Sinama mo pa talaga si Rain para syang magsabi. Bakit hindi si Ryan ang kasama mo?</p>
<p>Dadi: (gulat) (serious) Anong sinasabi mo?<br />
Mami: (serious) Buntis ang anak mo. Dalawang buwan na siguro. Hindi ko lang sigurado.</p>
<p>Jes: Ma&#8230;</p>
<p>Anti: Wag ka nang magpaliwanag, siguraduhin lang niyang si Ryan na kaya nyang supportahan ang apo namin.</p>
<p>Jes: Wala na po kami ni Ryan&#8230;</p>
<p>Dadi: (stands) Anak nang..!</p>
<p>Mami: Hindi ka nya papanagutan?</p>
<p>Jes: Wala syang dapat panagutan.</p>
<p>Anti: Nasisiraan ka na rin pala talagang bata ka.</p>
<p>Rain: Sandali lang po.</p>
<p>Mami: Sunduin mo ang magaling mong pinsan!</p>
<p>Rain: Hindi na po kailangan.</p>
<p>Dadi: Wala bang bayag ang pinsan mo at hindi nya kayang kilalanin ang sarili nyang anak? (holds Rain by the colar)</p>
<p>Jes: Dadi&#8230;</p>
<p>Rain: Ako po ang ama.</p>
<p>Dadi: (stunned) (pulls his grip closer then releases him and pushes him away)</p>
<p>Mami: Nagtiwala kami sa&#8217;yo. (to Jes) Pano mo nagawa sa amin &#8216;to.</p>
<p>Dadi: Umalis kayong dalawa sa harapan ko. (holds his chest and sits down.</p>
<p>Rain: We went here to ask for your permission to get married as soon as possible. I love your daughter.</p>
<p>Mami: (tries to calm her husband down) Dadi, ang puso mo. At least hindi si ano&#8230;di ba ayaw mo sa kanya.</p>
<p>Dadi: Ang bata pa ng anak mo.</p>
<p>Mami: Ano ka ba? Bente-tres na sya. (smiles) Magkaka-apo na tayo.</p>
<p>Dadi: (sighs) (smiles a bit) At sa matangkad.</p>
<p>Mami: (laughs)<br />
Dadi: (laughs)<br />
Anti: Hala nabuwang na ang mag-asawa.</p>
<p>Rain: (sighs) (hugs Jes) It&#8217;s gonna be okay, love.</p>
<p>Jes: (in her head) I think I&#8217;m going to be sick. (sinking feeling of being trapped)</p>
<p>(outloud) I&#8217;m dizzy.</p>
<p>Rain: (helps her to sit down) Relax lang, love.</p>
<p>Jes: Could you not call me that. Let&#8217;s stick to names.</p>
<p>Rain: (tries not to look hurt) Okay, Jessica it is.</p>
<p>Jes: (looks away)</p>
<p>+++</p>
<p>But I am of course&#8230;a bitchy little Lucyfer.</p>
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		<title>sam 4.4 probable cause and possible effects</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 05:17:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[sam 4.4
of probable cause and possible effects
No. Jessica and Rain never meet in the church. They restrict their
hearts to going on with their lives slowly but surely walking away
from each other. Everyone does this when they have given up on
love. But what if they didn&#8217;t? What if for once in their
lives&#8230;cowards actually took a chance? [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=midorilover.wordpress.com&blog=3568063&post=40&subd=midorilover&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>sam 4.4</p>
<p>of probable cause and possible effects</p>
<p>No. Jessica and Rain never meet in the church. They restrict their</p>
<p>hearts to going on with their lives slowly but surely walking away</p>
<p>from each other. Everyone does this when they have given up on</p>
<p>love. But what if they didn&#8217;t? What if for once in their</p>
<p>lives&#8230;cowards actually took a chance? Would love be something</p>
<p>that would make them happier? Or would it burden them more?</p>
<p>I&#8217;d like to think cowards are idiots too. It takes them a second to</p>
<p>make a mistake and almost a lifetime to realize is that the one</p>
<p>person that can make them forget love is the one who can renew</p>
<p>their faith in it?</p>
<p>So&#8230;let&#8217;s see&#8230;what happens two months after Samantha and Eros&#8217;</p>
<p>blissful reunion, on the sunny days of April. Shall we?<br />
+++</p>
<p>pero syempre bitin. kasi nag-aapload ako ngpictures. sorry.</p>
<p>+++ March 10, 2008</p>
<p>Okay. So I was just kidding about the not meeting each other thing. Haha. It never really happened. But I can&#8217;t really speak for God so&#8230;*although if you are writing you are god because you make things happen* I believe it would be utterly boring if Jessica and Rain meet in the church. So let as do it in the most abysmal place I can think of, Okay? And probably the smartest one too.</p>
<p>So here goes&#8230;opps me klase pala ako. wait lang.</p>
<p>+++ Eto na talaga +++</p>
<p>Okay. So I was just kidding about the not meeting each other thing. Haha. It never really happened. But I can&#8217;t really speak for God so&#8230;*although if you are writing you are god because you make things happen* I believe it would be utterly boring if Jessica and Rain meet in the church. So let as do it in the most abysmal place I can think of, Okay? And probably the smartest one too.</p>
<p>So here goes&#8230;opps me klase pala ako. wait lang.</p>
<p>+++ Eto na talaga +++</p>
<p>* San Roque Church in Cavite *</p>
<p>Rain: (stands and walks out of the church)<br />
Jes: (turns to leave the church)</p>
<p>Rain: Sana maayos ko pa &#8216;to.<br />
Jes: Sana maayos ko pa &#8216;to.</p>
<p>+++</p>
<p>*Sam&#8217;s room*</p>
<p>Eros pulled Sam closer to him. He kissed her to wake her up. He sensed her smile when she was awakened by his kisses. He had promised her that one day&#8230;he would wake her up with his kisses every morning. And he was not going to break any of the promises he made to her. He never promised not to keep secrets so that was okay.</p>
<p>Eros: (in his head) Malalaman din naman nya. Maayos ko na sana yun bago pa nya malaman. (smiles) Maganda ka sa umaga, mahal ko. Gising na.</p>
<p>Sam: (kisses him with her eyes still closed) Mmmm&#8230;did we even eat?</p>
<p>Eros: (laughs) Sana hindi napanis ang sushi.</p>
<p>Sam: Malamang lang.</p>
<p>Eros: Eh di labas tayo, kain tayo.</p>
<p>Sam: Tinatamad ako.</p>
<p>Eros: (laughs) Hay naku. Eh di ako na lang bibili.</p>
<p>Sam: (pouts)</p>
<p>Eros: Pa-deliver?</p>
<p>Sam: (nods)</p>
<p>Eros: Tamad talaga.</p>
<p>Sam: Masanay ka na.</p>
<p>Eros: Tuturuan kitang magluto. Baka mamayat ako sa iyo.</p>
<p>Sam: Goodluck with that. If Val failed on that endeavor what makes you think that you would be able to teach me?</p>
<p>Eros: Kasi po, hindi ako papayag na malnourished ang magiging mga anak natin.</p>
<p>Sam: Eh di maghire ng maid na magaling magluto.</p>
<p>Eros: Di ba sabi ko ayoko ng katulong?</p>
<p>Sam: Di ba ikaw na rin ang nagsabi na ako naman ang laging nasusunod? (grins)</p>
<p>Eros: (sighs) Ongapala. (laughs) Pasalamat ka mahal kita.</p>
<p>Sam: Right back at you, boi. (dials the sushi restaurant&#8217;s number and orders japanese food enough for four people)</p>
<p>Eros: Ang alam mo lang ay kumain.</p>
<p>Sam: At sumubo.</p>
<p>***censored***</p>
<p>+++ San Roque Church +++</p>
<p>Jessica sees the green mangoes being sold outside the church. She stopped to cater to her craving.</p>
<p>Rain: (came out and saw Jes) (held on the wall for support &#8211; jelly knees) Jessica&#8230;(looks up to the sky &#8211; closes his eyes in silent thanks)<br />
(walks towards Jes)</p>
<p>Jes: Salamat manong. (bites one piece and winces) Asim&#8230;</p>
<p>Rain: At kelan ka pa nahilig sa manga? (false bravado)</p>
<p>[0_0 naku parang masasaktan na talaga ako sa totoong Rain - binubuking ko ugali...jokelang halabyu Rain! Ikaw ang background ko sa pc kasi kailangang mag-isip ng story line for you]</p>
<p>Jes: (turns around) (jelly knees) Rain!</p>
<p>Rain: Tanda mo pa pala ako. Akala ko hindi mo na ako kakausapin.</p>
<p>Jes: Ah&#8230;</p>
<p>Rain: Tara.</p>
<p>Jes: (confused) Saan?</p>
<p>Rain: Sa inyo. Ihahatid kita.</p>
<p>Jes: Ang lapit lang. I&#8217;ll walk.</p>
<p>Rain: The mother of my child is not walking under the damn sun.</p>
<p>Jes: What? Who told you that?</p>
<p>Rain: Totoo naman di ba?</p>
<p>Jes: I said, sinong nagsabi sa iyo?</p>
<p>Rain: A little birdie told me.</p>
<p>Jes: Is that little birdie named Samantha?</p>
<p>Rain: Nope. The little birdie&#8217;s name is Jessica. How hard is it to tell one man that he is not the father? Is it even harder to tell me that I don&#8217;t deserve to be a father to our child. Ilang beses ko nang sinabi sa iyo na aalagaan kita. Pero ayaw mo? Dahil ba sa tingin mo hindi ko natatandaan ang nangyari. I thought it was a dream. Kasi halos gabi-gabi kitang inaangkin sa mga panaginip ko. Every time I slept beside you I feel like I would loose all of my sanity. I have held on my self-control for years. I am not apologizing for loosing that one time. Because that one time, the one you think I don&#8217;t remember and I have considered the most beautiful dream I have ever lived through is the one time that cemented what you and I have, a friendship that has grown tendrils of passion and love. Until it has become a forest we lost each other into. You can cut down as many trees and burn as many bushes. But from those ashes, I would plant new seeds. I will not allow you to not love me. I don&#8217;t care if you still love Ryan. I don&#8217;t care anymore if he still loves you. For once, sarili ko naman ang bibigyan ko ng halaga. Sariling kaligayahan ko naman ang itataya ko. Because I asked God to give me a sign and I didn&#8217;t realize I had the sign all along. You are my bestfriend. And now you are the future mother of my child. There is no one in my past who could ever measure up to you. There is a bleak future if I have to live without you. The very idea brings death to my heart. I didn&#8217;t realize it but you are the love of my life. And if I have to force it down your throat, the truth is, my pregnant friend, I am the love of your life. You just haven&#8217;t realized it yet. And if it kills me I will wait for the rest of our lives.</p>
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		<title>sam 4.3 unshed alibis and flowing regret</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[* in the first aisle* Church * * near jessica&#8217;s house *
Rain: (hands in praying position) (forehead on top of his hands) Please tell me what to do. Just this once&#8230;tell me what to do. (trying to hold back his tears)
* In the back of the church *
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>* in the first aisle* Church * * near jessica&#8217;s house *</p>
<p>Rain: (hands in praying position) (forehead on top of his hands) Please tell me what to do. Just this once&#8230;tell me what to do. (trying to hold back his tears)</p>
<p>* In the back of the church *</p>
<p>Jessica was standing in the entrance looking at the saints.</p>
<p>Jes: (holding her belly) Please tell me what to do. Just this once&#8230;tell me what to do.</p>
<p>* in Sam&#8217;s room *</p>
<p>Eros: (looks at Sam&#8217;s sleeping face) (closes his eyes painfully) (looks at the smiling Jesus poster on her wall) Please tell me what to do. Just this once&#8230;tell me what to do.</p>
<p>+++</p>
<p>Rain: I promise I will listen.<br />
Jes: I promise I will listen.<br />
Eros: I promise I will listen.</p>
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		<title>sam 4.2 of loving arms and troubled hearts</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[sam 4.2 of loving arms and troubled hearts
Eros is waiting with the sushi that Samantha loves to eat. He hasn&#8217;t used the spare key that she gave him . He felt like he was still intruding even if they had a renewed understanding.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>sam 4.2 of loving arms and troubled hearts</p>
<p>Eros is waiting with the sushi that Samantha loves to eat. He hasn&#8217;t used the spare key that she gave him . He felt like he was still intruding even if they had a renewed understanding.</p>
<p>Eros: (in his head) Hay. Meron ba talagang nakakaintindi sa babaeng yun? (laughs) (shakes his head) (amused) Hay&#8230;nakakabliw.</p>
<p>Samantha walks out of the elevator and sees that Eros was waiting outside her door.</p>
<p>Sam: Do you want to cum in? (hugs him from behind)</p>
<p>Eros: (surprised that she crept up on him) Sang ka galing?</p>
<p>Sam: (kisses him on the neck) I texted you where I was.</p>
<p>Eros: Ah. Tama. Lasing ka pa ba?</p>
<p>Sam: Nope. But I stink.</p>
<p>Eros: (smells her hair) Oo nga. (laughs)</p>
<p>Sam: (smiles seducetively) Want to wash me? (opens the door and goes in)</p>
<p>Eros: (clears his throat) Talaga lang?(follows her to the bathroom door)</p>
<p>Sam: (laughs wickedly) Just kidding. I&#8217;ll be right out. No peeking&#8230;(closes the bathroom door behind her)</p>
<p>Eros places the food on the table and gets a glass of water.</p>
<p>Eros: Hay&#8230;kalma, Eros. Kalma.(finishes the tall glass of cold water)</p>
<p>A few minutes later&#8230;.</p>
<p>Sam: (comes out with a towel around her) Let&#8217;s eat. I saw the sushi and I am hungry.</p>
<p>Eros: (clears throat) Miss. Baka gusto mo munang magbihis?</p>
<p>Sam: (smiles at him) Ayoko.</p>
<p>Eros: (moves the sushi box away) Magbihis ka muna.</p>
<p>Sam: Ayoko sabi.</p>
<p>Eros: Magbihis ka muna.</p>
<p>Sam: Ayoko sabi.</p>
<p>Eros: Magbihis ka muna.</p>
<p>Sam: Ayoko sabi.</p>
<p>Eros: Magbihis ka muna.</p>
<p>Sam: Ayoko sabi.</p>
<p>Eros: Magbihis ka muna.</p>
<p>Sam: Sige na nga (turns around)(drops her towel)</p>
<p>Eros: (speechless)</p>
<p>Sam: (stops by the door) Aren&#8217;t you hungry?</p>
<p>Eros: (follows her to the room with an amused smile)</p>
<p>So much for eating&#8230;</p>
<p>+++</p>
<p>Pasensya na&#8230;mejo addict na kasi sa hyper ang mga episodes&#8230;ah hindi ako sanay&#8230;haha. commercial lang po ito&#8230;itutuloy ko pa to mamaya. back to work muna&#8230;</p>
<p>+++</p>
<p>* Jessica&#8217;s house *</p>
<p>Ryan was seated on the couch when Jessica got up.</p>
<p>Jes: (sighs) What are you doing here?</p>
<p>Ryan: (faces her) Have you told the father?</p>
<p>Jes:(gets frustrated) Leave me alone, Ryan.</p>
<p>Ryan: You should just get an abortion kung hindi ka nya papanagutan.</p>
<p>Jes: (fights the urge of giving him a knee to the groin) Fuck off, Ryan. (pushes him towards the door)</p>
<p>Ryan: I will be here when you change your mind. Kahit ako pa ang gumastos.</p>
<p>Jes: (chokes on her own tears) Get out&#8230;get out!</p>
<p>Ryan: It&#8217;s not my lose.</p>
<p>Jes: Fuck you.</p>
<p>Ryan: That&#8230;I won&#8217;t be doing for a while. Maybe in a few months I would. After you get rid of it.</p>
<p>Jes: This is much easier. I&#8217;ll get rid of you.</p>
<p>Ryan: We both know you can&#8217;t.</p>
<p>Jes: I am not the one who broke up with me yesterday. Why are you back here?</p>
<p>Ryan: Because I can&#8217;t be without you too. But I can&#8217;t accept the fact that you cheated on me.</p>
<p>Jes: I did not cheat on you. I loved you. But us being together is like an addiction that slowly kills me.</p>
<p>Ryan: You loved me huh. Past tense. Galeng mo rin ano? Ang dali lang para sa iyo na pakawalan ako. Nung sinabi ko sa iyong ayaw ko na sa&#8217;yo isang sabi mo lang na huwag ay babawiin ko ang lahat ng sinabi ko. Pero hindi mo ginawa Jessica. Pinabayaan mo akong saktan ka. Pinabayaan mo akong umalis. Minalas lang ang pinsan ko at siya ang napag-abutan. Kung hindi ko siguro naisip na mas mahal mo sya kaysa sa akin, iisipin kong akin ang anak mo. Pero kung akin man yan&#8230;hindi mo pa rin ako mamahalin ng buo. Dahil hindi ko kaya ang ugali mong kapag nawawalan ka na ng gana ay gumagawa ka ng gulo. Ayoko ng magulong relasyon, Jessica. Gusto ko ako ang nasusunod. Gusto ko kayanin kitang intindihin pero ang gulo mong kausap. Siguro magulo din akong kausap. Ewangko. Hindi ako kasing talino mo. Siguro masama ang ugali ko. Mainitin ang ulo ko. Pero mahal kita. Oo na selosa ka&#8230;seloso ako and we are both immature kapag galit tayo. Pero hindi ko alam kung papaano ko iintindihin na nagawa mo akong gaguhin gayong mahal na mahal kita. Kahit kailan hindi kita ginago. Kahit hindi ka maniwala. Lagi namang sarili mo lang ang iniintindi mo. Hindi lang  ikaw ang misunderstood, Jessica. Hindi lang ikaw ang mahalaga sa relasyon, mahalaga din ako. Ang gusto mo malambing at maalaga pero meron akong sarili kong paraan. Minsan hindi ko na alam kung ano ba talagang topak mo. Ayaw mo na ba talaga sa akin o pinagtritripan mo lang ako. I loved you. Sincerely. But you broke my trust and then my heart. Pano mo ieexpect na maging maayos ang buhay mo kung marami kang sinasaktan? You are beautiful. But the devil can be a beautiful pregnant ex-girlfriend too.</p>
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		<title>sam 4.1 of blurters and blabbers</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 05:13:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[sam 4.1 of blurters and blabbers
*Friday*
* elevator *
Samantha was holding the tequila and Ashley was carrying the chicha. Jessica was nervously shifting her weight from one leg or another.
Jes: Do we really have to hang out here today?
Sam: Shattap. We are on a fact-finding mission. Ju go le?
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>sam 4.1 of blurters and blabbers</p>
<p>*Friday*<br />
* elevator *</p>
<p>Samantha was holding the tequila and Ashley was carrying the chicha. Jessica was nervously shifting her weight from one leg or another.</p>
<p>Jes: Do we really have to hang out here today?</p>
<p>Sam: Shattap. We are on a fact-finding mission. Ju go le?</p>
<p>Ash: Wag ka nang kabahan. Hindi ka naman masyadong halata nyan. Chet ka.</p>
<p>Jes: Eh kasi&#8230;</p>
<p>Sam: Just leave it to us. Alam ko nang In Vino Veritas sya. Kaya for sure kung hard ang ipapainom natin sa kanya mas matagal ako bago ako malasing. Bukod pa sa natatandaan ko ang lahat ng nangyayari kapag lasing ako.</p>
<p>Ash: Pero wag kang iinom babatukan kita.</p>
<p>Sam: Hindi na rin ako magyoyosi. Baka mapano pa ang inaanak ko.</p>
<p>Ash: Korek.</p>
<p>Jes: (pale) My god. I can&#8217;t believe I am letting you two talk me into this.</p>
<p>Ash: Che. Magtigil ka. Pwede ba namang kami lagi ang kinakaladkad mo sa mga lakad.</p>
<p>Jes: Pano kung wala sya.</p>
<p>Sam: Di ba me susi ka?</p>
<p>Jes: Anukabanaman? Hindi naman pwede na nandito tayo nang wala sya.</p>
<p>Sam: Pinalampas nga tayo ng guard. Kalain mo yun nakalista ka pa sa mga residents ng condo nya. Panalo.</p>
<p>Jes: Para daw masa madali akong makapasok. Kasi madalas din ako tumambay dito.</p>
<p>Sam: Me tanong lang ako ha? Ilang beses bago nakabuo. (points at Jes&#8217; belly)</p>
<p>Jes: (raises one finger)</p>
<p>Ash: Tigasin pala si Rain. One stop pop.</p>
<p>Jes: (hits Ash&#8217;s arm)</p>
<p>Ash: Nananakit ang buntis.</p>
<p>Sam: (laughs)</p>
<p>Jes: Parang bangag &#8216;to.</p>
<p>Sam: Ganito lang ako kapag masaya.</p>
<p>Ash: Ganyan talaga sya pag nadidiligan.</p>
<p>Sam: Korektedby kafatid. Koreketedby! (laughs like a crazy person)</p>
<p>Elevator door opens. Rain is standing outside.</p>
<p>Jes: How did you know?</p>
<p>Rain: (welcoming smile) I have spider&#8217;s sense. (touches the beattles shades he was wearing.</p>
<p>Sam: (whispers) Pero common sense, wala.</p>
<p>Rain: What did you say?</p>
<p>Sam: I said the tequila is heavy. Can we come in now?</p>
<p>Rain: Still mad at me?</p>
<p>Sam: Yes&#8230;and no. (gives him the tequila)</p>
<p>Ash: Moody ang lola mo.</p>
<p>Jes: Samantha.</p>
<p>Sam: What?</p>
<p>Rain: (walks towards his condo door) (puts the tequila down and opens the door) Welcome, ladies.</p>
<p>Sam: Nice. (sees the mural on the wall) (pictures and magazine cut-outs) Creative much?</p>
<p>Rain: (pretends not to notice Sam) I&#8217;ll get the ice.</p>
<p>Jes and Ash sit on the couch and Sam looks around. Sam opens a door leading to the bedroom.</p>
<p>Sam: The scene of the crime.</p>
<p>Ash: (laughs)</p>
<p>Jes: (gets more uncomfortable) (says through her teeth) Samantha&#8230;</p>
<p>Sam: (sits on the lazyboy chair) Nice&#8230;leather.</p>
<p>Ash moves to another chair and leaves the couch as the only place to sit on. Rain comes back and sits beside Jessica.</p>
<p>Jes: Are you feeling better?</p>
<p>Rain: I should I ask you the same thing. (takes his beattles glasses off)</p>
<p>Everybody sees the black eye.</p>
<p>Jes: (touches his face) WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?</p>
<p>Sam: Duh. He hit himself in his sleep most probably. (drinks shot)</p>
<p>Ash: (laughs) That wouldn&#8217;t be far from the truth with the stories that I have been hearing. (drinks shot)</p>
<p>Rain: What stories? Who told you these stories?</p>
<p>Ash: A little bird told us.</p>
<p>Rain: Is that little bird&#8217;s name Jessica?</p>
<p>Sam: (nods) (laughs) (drinks shot)</p>
<p>Rain: (laughs wrily) JEesss&#8230;</p>
<p>Jes: (smiles sweetly at Rain)</p>
<p>Rain: Not that smile again.</p>
<p>Ash: What smile? (drinks shot)</p>
<p>Rain: The please forgive me smile. (drinks shot)</p>
<p>Sam: Yeah. Classic. No wonder you are a dormat. (drinks shot)</p>
<p>Ash: (drinks shot) (laughs) (chokes a little bit)</p>
<p>Jes: (eats so that she doesn&#8217;t have a chance to be asked to say anything &#8211; kungfu mode &#8211; kung pumulutan grabe mode)</p>
<p>Rain: Who&#8217;s a dormat? (drink shot)</p>
<p>Sam: Are you by any chance drunk before we got here?</p>
<p>Rain: Yeah. (points at three muchos)</p>
<p>Jes: (whistles)</p>
<p>Sam: That explains a lot. (drinks shot) Is it in anyway related to your furful eye?</p>
<p>Rain: Yup. I got into a fight with someone.</p>
<p>Ash: Malamang noh. (drinks shot) Nakaisa ka naman?</p>
<p>Rain: (shakes his head) (drinks shot)</p>
<p>Sam: Ang laki mong duwag boi.</p>
<p>Rain: Hindi lahat ng hindi lumalaban, duwag.</p>
<p>Sam: Okie. Ang laki mong lampa then.</p>
<p>Ash: (laughs) (drinks shot) Pasok sa banga.</p>
<p>Samantha and Ashley high-fives. Jessica looks at Rain who is beggining to be get a little hot under the collar.</p>
<p>Jes: Enough you guys. He&#8217;s wearing that look.</p>
<p>Rain: What look? (drinks shot)</p>
<p>Jes: The &#8220;Smile even if you hate the situation&#8221; smirk.</p>
<p>Rain: (wipes his face with his hands) Is it still there?</p>
<p>Jes: (smiles) No. All gone.</p>
<p>Rain: Good. I wouldn&#8217;t want to upset you.</p>
<p>Sam: (drunk) You can&#8217;t possibly do anything worse to upset her right now. I think you have done quite enough. You asswipe.</p>
<p>Ash: Somebody is drunk. (holds her head) I think I will be in a few more shots. Sam has about 30% alchohol tolerance.</p>
<p>Sam: No I do not. I am not drunk. Esusmih. (hiccups) I&#8217;m just full. (holds her mouth) (rushes to the bathroom)</p>
<p>Ash: So much for her plans not to get drunk.</p>
<p>Rain: (laughs) (drunk) She is definitely unique.</p>
<p>Jes: Do you still like her?</p>
<p>Rain: Of course I do. I seem to be endlessly infatuated with emotionally unavailable women. (sighs) (puts his head on her shoulder)</p>
<p>Jes: (leans her head closer) I&#8217;m sorry.</p>
<p>Rain: No need. It&#8217;s my fault. I&#8217;m the stupid one.</p>
<p>Jes: Well. Sam is definitely stupid. You feel stupid. Ash is sometimes a bit nuts. I am obviously stupid (touches her tummy) But some good things are born out of stupidity.</p>
<p>Rain: (smiles) What are you going to name OUR baby?</p>
<p>Jes: What do you mean our baby?</p>
<p>Rain: I&#8217;m going to be a part of that baby&#8217;s life. Whether Ryan agrees or not so your baby is also my baby. Right?</p>
<p>Jes: (looks at his face at any sign of him knowing the truth) (finds none) (sighs) Yeah&#8230;I guess so. So if the baby is ours, (almost chokes on her own question) what do you want to name him?</p>
<p>Rain: After me, of course. (laughs) He or she (smiles) or They&#8230;(laughs) would be named after seasons or flowers. I want a girl named Sakura. And a boy named Yorum.</p>
<p>Jes: Yorum?</p>
<p>Rain: Summer in Hangul.</p>
<p>Jes: That&#8217;s a good name.</p>
<p>Rain: Yorum Rain. Summer Rain. Okie di ba?</p>
<p>Jes: Sakura kung gurl. Yorum Rain kung boi. Tapos pinoy yung apelyido. Ang bantot. (laughs)</p>
<p>Rain: Bakit ba? Hindi ko naman ipipilit. Ikaw anong gusto mong ipangalan?</p>
<p>Jes: Actually hindi ko pa talaga alam. Kaya nga nagpapatulong akong magpangalan.</p>
<p>Rain: Ryan doesn&#8217;t want a junior. God, help us if he does.</p>
<p>Jes: He doesn&#8217;t even want the baby to carry his surname. Why would he bother with naming the baby?</p>
<p>Rain: What?</p>
<p>Jes: He broke up with me. I think it would be for real this time. It was me who kept asking him for my freedom. Now that he has given it to me, I don&#8217;t know what to do with it.</p>
<p>Rain: That bastard.</p>
<p>Jes: I know. So will my baby.</p>
<p>Rain: The baby doesn&#8217;t need to be. I could say it&#8217;s mine.</p>
<p>Jes: (feels a jolt) I can&#8217;t force you to do something you don&#8217;t need to.</p>
<p>Rain: I told you I would take care of you and the baby but you insist on depending on that bastard, who by the way gave me this just because you stayed over at my place a few days ago. I didn&#8217;t fight him because I figured he had a reason to be mad. That and the fact that I didn&#8217;t expect him to hit me just for that. Asshole talaga.</p>
<p>Jes: Lucky me, huh.</p>
<p>Rain: I am telling your mom I got you pregnant.</p>
<p>Jes: And you will get shot. Of that I am sure of.</p>
<p>Rain: At least I wouldn&#8217;t have to live without you.</p>
<p>Jes: (laughs nervously) Korni mo pag lasing.</p>
<p>Rain: Right and you are lousy company when you are sober.</p>
<p>Jes: (hurt) Thanks a lot, Rain. I knew this was the place to go to make me feel better after getting dumped. (gets up)</p>
<p>Rain: (grabs her by the wrist) Sit down. I&#8217;m not finished.</p>
<p>Jes: (frees herself) I have been manhandled enough this week. Have a nice life. I hope your entire clan goes up in flames.</p>
<p>Jessica grabs her handbag and walks out.</p>
<p>Ashley comes out of the bathroom when she heard the door close loudly.</p>
<p>Ash: Where&#8217;s Jessica?</p>
<p>Rain: (holding his head) (leans back on the couch) She left.</p>
<p>Ash: And you let her leave?</p>
<p>Rain: I have ran after her all her life. She needs to learn to deal with her own problems.</p>
<p>Ashley grabs her handbag and goes out to follow Jessica.</p>
<p>Ash: Asshole! (sreams just before she closes the door)</p>
<p>Rain: Thanks for the compliment!</p>
<p>Samantha walks out of the bathroom.</p>
<p>Sam: My head hurts&#8230;</p>
<p>Rain: You best washed your own puke, lady.</p>
<p>Sam: Shattap. Forgetful drunkard. (sits beside Rain) (points to his face) You are possibly the worse kind of forgetful drunkard I have even met.</p>
<p>Rain: (moves her finger away) You better lie down and get sober.</p>
<p>Sam: I am no longer drunk. Just enough to tell you a secret. (whispers to his ear) The baby is yours, dummie.</p>
<p>Rain: What?</p>
<p>Sam: How any guy can completely forget having sex with a woman while intoxicated is beyond me. But you did it. Bravo. In the words of Ashley&#8230; Tigasin pala si Rain. One stop pop. (laughs wickedly) At least for sure gwapo ung bagets. Mukha nga lang koryano. (laughs wickedly) You dumb stupid six foot bakeru.</p>
<p>Rain: (speechless)</p>
<p>Sam: Yeah, I would be too. Ryan knows. By the way. Probably why he knocked your lights out or tried to at least. That bulldog is not the father. You are you dumbass.</p>
<p>Rain: (wipes his face with his hands)</p>
<p>Sam: Oh. And you can&#8217;t tell her I told you.</p>
<p>Rain: Why?</p>
<p>Sam: (sigh) Because your pregnant whatever she is to you really&#8230;told me that if I told you she would get an annulment&#8230;oh no&#8230;that&#8217;s not the word&#8230;aaaaa&#8230;.</p>
<p>Rain: Abortion?</p>
<p>Sam: Korektedby. Abortion. She would get an abortion if she finds out I told you.</p>
<p>Rain: She wouldn&#8217;t!</p>
<p>Sam: Do you really want to risk the life of your baby on the insane possibility that she was just bluffing me.</p>
<p>Rain: (speechless)</p>
<p>Sam: I didn&#8217;t think so. (remembers something) Oh. And you have to take me to Makati. I have no idea how to get back from here.</p>
<p>Rain: Why would I take you?</p>
<p>Sam: Because I might have more secrets to share. (smiles devilishly at him)</p>
<p>Rain: Thank God I did not fall in love with you. Your boyfriend must be a masochist.</p>
<p>Sam; (grins) Izpormehtonoh en him to say yeouch. (laughs wickedly)</p>
<p>Rain: (groans)</p>
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