Thanks to those who dropped thier comments to my last previous entry, to mangbadoy, jomar, dong ho, utakmunggo, buzzing flowerpecker, kengkay, taroogs, joshmarie, i hope we could be friends huh, and for those who dont know me yet i would like to introduce my name to all of you so you can not know me sooner and the future and for your reference as well… I am Paul Deng Bed whose name is unique in any other way around. I grew up where trash most found because i used to be magbobote and i buy and sell those junks i got from trash. I would love to talk to anyone or alone. I dont know my age because i dont know my birthday, i dont have parents because they left me when i was young.

I have a lot of playmates on the street. We play a lot until we feel exhausted. We play tumbang-preso, we play bahay-bahayan and to that game my role is always like a dog of the house. My playmates make me a guard dog to the bahay-bahayan we made. Its okay with me. And a lot of games pa.

How i wish i could turn back the hands time to play those games again, and revert to being young again like madam auring who always thinks she is young even she is not. Duh? with that so shrinky face? In her nightmare! hahaha…

I have this playmate named geisha, so thin, so cryingly, so naughty, so kulit but now he owns a parlor and now gay na sya. haha. I also have this playmate she is so maarte and frank, looks what  she is now… dead na. hahaha, but i am sad because we never play again taguan pong even geisha cheats always, even i am always the taya and hide only ones. I really missed that memorable times of my childhood times.

The moon said to me, “if your frend is not keeping you in touch why dont you leave your her?” I looked back to the moon and said… “does your sky ever leave you when you dont shine?”

P.S to those who hates my english and me, all i can say is crispy words… Pakyu .i.

Its already 8 o clock in the night but still so hot. Thats why i went out to my place to airy my body, i am little bit dehydrating so i drink water so much so the thirst is gone away. If you ever go out this last night and the past you will see the moon so big and bright like a big balls shining above the sky not unless if the moon is covered by the smog caused by the pollution here in the manila and you’re lucky if your in the province to see the big moon.
 
I remembered when i was a kid when i feel sad and alone, i just go out from the kariton-de-tulak to see the moon. Our kareton-de-tulak kasi is quite sosyal, it has a roof but i can not put it with a rooftop because it is to small. Haaay..it reminds me of the simplicity of life and dispair.

By the way just tonight i eat only half rice and one bowl of nido sop because i can not able to buy groceries because the store is already closing when i see it and because i am mad of the guard who is so strict she said beggars are not allowed to enter, duh if she only knows i have money too.

I want to flaunt to the face of our so masungit neighboor to her face my new slippers havaianas, I want it to slap it on her face together with her mother so matapobre who so looks like a dead feet. Anyway i bought my slippers to megamall when it is sale last october 18, so much people buying there.I can not make singit.

I know even im poor i should feel i am rich, with friends, with love, with care, and freedom to live.

–Paul Deng Bed

This is my first time to post my entry here. And I  felt like I am walking in the cloud eating with the  most deliciosly chocolate named cloud 9, I feel great posting. At first when I asked to write I am shy but now not na coz I am stronger now deep inside and outside that I look that. I dont have yet funny stories to tell in english nor in tagalog coz i just woke up, I am still exasperating due to my bad mood yesterday. It was not my day yesterday because my pet dog has gone somewhere else and I dont find him elsewhere, I know he will be backs soon when he wants food or he wants some chocolate too. He was given to me by ate doring pa because she is already have all dogs so many at her house,  oh lets u-turn this ‘usapan’ because it will just make me sad of that things happened to me.You know I missed my pet already and I dont want to talk this thing now.

You know what when I was young like a kid, I haved pets like dogs, cats, birds, white rat or white mice, english of kuneho, worms living in the soil and worms living in my body, lices or kuto, chickens, turtles, frog and I have that so big goat named goatee.hahaha so cute the name no? arent he? I have all of that, our house almost fills with animals and it seemed its a jungle loaded with animals and the kind. I feel liked i was tarzan that time. Im the head of the jungle.

But now because of the poverty caused of pathethic government here in the philippines i have now only one pets and that is my pet dog whos currently missing now. I dont have anything to feed him but only tirs-tirs (tira-tira) of mine. Maybe he gets mad thats why he left me for the mean time and went somewhere else where good foods are abundant. It hurts so much you know. I dont have work, Im just a freelancer magbobote which my earnings are not enough for my needs like going to starbucks or even just at seattles coffee shop. Im so poor now.

Who can I blame of what happenings to me? The government or my self? Haaaay… blame it alls to me. Gaddammit. *hikab*

Word of the day:

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  Saigo no kisu wa tabako no flavor ga shita
  Nigakute setsunai kaoriAshita no imagoro ni wa
  Anata wa doko ni irundarou
  Dare wo omotterundarou
  You are always gonna be my love
  Itsuka darekato mata koi ni ochitemo
  I’ll remember to love you taught me how
  You are always gonna be the one
  Ima wa mada kanashii love song
  Atarashi uta utaeru made

  Tachidomaru jikan ga
  Ugoki dasouto shiteru
  Wasureta kunai kotobakari

  Ashita no imagoro niwa
  Watashi wa kitto naiteru
  Anatawo omotterundarou

  You will always be inside my heart
  Itsumo anata dake no basho ga aru kara
  I hope that I have a place
  in your heart too
  Now and forever you are still the one
  Ima wa mada kanashii love song
  Atarashii uta utaeru made

  You are always gonna be my love
  Itsuka darekato mata koi ni ochitemo
  I’ll remember to love you taught me how
  You are always gonna be the one
  Mada kanashii love song 

  utada-hikaru-first-love 

Who wouldnt love  this song?

-Paul deng Bed

If you are not sure where you stand in someone’s life, its best to leave things behind so that if they drop you off, it will be easier to forget them…

Don’t waste time waiting for nothing, when efforts are not recognized, its best to just give things up. You have done your part, let them do theirs.

-Paul Deng Bed,frustrated.

Medyo swabe ang impak pero kung tumama tagus-tagusan talaga e no. Teka bakit nga ba medyo emo ang post ko ngayon? Ewan ko lang dahil siguro sa makulimlim ang panahon at tinatago ng ulap ang haring araw.

Ayan ang ebidensyang medyo gloomy ang araw, di ko lang alam kung may bagyong parating.

It hurts when you lose something very important to you. It also hurt when you lose it unknowingly. But it hurts the most when you wanted to save it, yet you never knew how.

-Paul Deng Bed nang nasira ang kauna-unahang cellphone nya.

Yun naman pala e, cellphone ang dahilan kung bakit isa ring gloomy itong si Paul dahil sa namayapang cellphone.hahaha. Naalala ko tuloy nong adik pa ako sa cellphone, high school ako nun at kasiglahan ng aking mga hormones. Andami kong katext hanggang hating-gabi,natutulog ako ng hanggang alas dos tapos ang gising ko ay alas sais ng umaga. Syempre, kung di ako tadtadng tigyawat e anlalaki naman ng eyebags ko. Ganun din ang mga klasmeyt ko, busy-bisihan sa katetext.

Nauso din nun ang drop call, yong tatawag ka pero hindi dapat lalampas ng 5 seconds kundi mababawasan ang load mo. Naadik din ako dito nun, haha…kahit may klase, Go pa rin!hahaha

caller 1: musta na?

caller 2: ok lang.

caller 1: san ka now?

caller 2: dito lang sa…

caller 1: san?

caller 2: sa likod mo lang.

Ganun talaga ang drop call, mabilisan. Pero ngayon di ko lang alam kung bakit nawala na at tinanggal na ng globe at smart. Nalulugi? Di naman dahil melyones ang kita nila sa loob ng isang araw sa text pa lang. Wala pa dyan ang call at ilang mga services tulad ng biglaang pagkawala ng load ng di mo nalalaman kung san napunta.

wag pakatitigan, kung ayaw nyong mainggit

At dahil sa medyo gloomy ang araw na ito, kumain na lang ako ng ice cream na binigay sa akin ni eloise.

Sabado. Maaraw. Gumising ako ng bandang alas-sais ng umaga, cool ang ambiance at bright and shiny ika nga. Ayos! walang traffic at hindi rush hour.Siya nga pala lumipat na ako ng bagong shift, bale pang-umaga na ako at hindi na nighshift. Bale hawak ko yong isang shift, medyo pressure ako kasi paspasan ang flow.Pero okey na ang tulog ko, at medyo bawas na ang eyebags ko, so kwits lang.

Si Paul De Dantay ngayon ay si Paul Deng Bed na, hahaha.Nagtransformed, yes parang uminom ng stress tab na bigla na lang nagtansform sa ibang katauhan. So be it.

Kahapon may nakasakayan akong magboyprend, medyo annoying sila at ansarap pag-uuntugin.Kasi naman kung makipagusap sila sa isat-isa nag-aakto silang bata…

“nye nye… di naman nya nakita”

“weeh…nakita ko kaya text nya”

“i-iyak na yaaaan”

“nye nye di naman masakit”

Mga leche! Naririndi akong pakinggan sila nun, tapos yong babae habang nagsasalita napaubo, tapos parang yong plema pumutok, as in anlakas. Diyahe. Sabay lunok tigas-tangging na parang walang nangyari. Parang gusto kong sumigaw ng…  Andugyot mo ate!!!!!

What if makikipaghalikan pa yong boyprend ni ate? Kadiri.

Hanggang sa pagbaba kong jeep, tuloy pa rin sila sa ganung usapan. Nakakabwisit. Buti na lang at patapos na ang araw.

Ang turo sa akin ng titser ko nun, na pag daw inuubo e kelangang idura para mabawasan yong plema. Speaking of plema, grade 5 ako noon nang nagkaroon kami ng recitation, tinanong yong seatmate ko kung anong english ng plema at i-espel na rin.

Titser: you spell to me the word phlegm.

Kawawang bata: *shocked sabay kamot ng ulo*

Titser: *nakatingin sa kawawang bata*

Kawawang bata: “ma’am pwede po bang dura na lang ang i-spelling ko”

Titser: *tawa*

What we have done for ourselves dies with us, but what we have done for others remains, we make a living by what we get, but we make LIFE by what we give.
-Paul Deng Bed (formerly Paul De Dantay)

*nosebleed*

Paul De Dantay,

Pasensya ka na ha kung ngayon ko lang natugunan ang iyong letter. Kasi naman busi-busihan ako.
Sasagutin ko na diretsahan ang iyong problema.
Una, magaling ka naman sa english bakit di ka magcall center agent , sa call center na lang siguro mahahasa ang english mo.Baka ang carabao english mo maging cow english na. Oha-oha.
Pangalawa lahat naman tayo naghihirap kaya nasa sa atin ang pagsisikap. Responsibilidad mo ang sarili mo samantalang obligasyon ka ng bansang kinabibilangan mo. Mag-isip ka ng paraan para makasurvive, speaking of survival, oo nanonood ako nyan lalo na yong latest yong survivor gabon.

May naisip akong trabaho para sa ‘yo. Pero kelangan ko munang makuha  ang iyong resume at bio-data.

Para sa readers ng blog na ito. Abangan nyo na lang ang bagong trabaho para kay Paul De Dantay.

Salamat.

Taym Pers

Dear taympers,

First of all and above of all i want you all to greet a happy time at all. But before anything else my name is Paul de Dantay, currently living just near the mall. I wrote you because i know you will know my problem, and because of telling that you might also tell to others and others might tell to others too. Pardon me with my english or grammar, i never go to school and never meet any teachers. Where i get my english now? that is a long story to tell. By the way, I am 22 years old now, living with a pet named dingdong. I dont have permanent address because i am a beggar, yes as what others called ‘pulubi’. I was left by my father and mother ( i never considered them as parents, coz they were not to me), and only my tatay emo (but he is always happy, and i never seen him emotional) raised me. We are from the province of Batangas, although i dont speak batangeño. I beg for food and some help because just i told you i dont have a degree or even guts to apply for a job. But I used to be magbobote and i sell it to mang dedoy’s junkshop, but his store is closed now.And i dont have anything to do but to beg and ask for help all the way along roxas boulevard.

My problem is how can i get job? My savings has been decreasing and i am worried how would i able to survive. By the way do you watch survivor? thats cool! i watch that when i passed everytime to aleng petra’s store.Haaay..pathetic life.

Do you have anything to help me aside from your advise? Please do so.Also bear my carabao engish ha. Thank you!

With all the guts and shameness,

Paul de Dantay

Okay fine, i dont know how and where to start because of that ‘TAG’ thing given to me by nonoh which came from muymuy and i dont know whom it officially starts with. But I think it has to be the way i want it to be.

For those who dont have the idea of this game, here’s the rule:

List all the names you were called by and the people who call you that. Tag at least 5 members of your contacts and give a comment on their site for them to know they’ve been tagged.

1. Mar******- (withheld) my real name, only close people call me that name. My teacher, proctor, and colleague. Chosen by my lolo’s and lola’s,  and the rest is history.

2. Mar- a short nick, peolpe who usually call me that are those within my demographical authority.lolz.

3. Rhence-  I used to be called by that name when i worked in a fast food chain once. I almost forgot that name. I miss jollibee camiling.

4. Kalbo- Yeah, that is my childhood nick. My father used to call me that name since kindergarten. But i insist not to call me that way, its so barbaric.hehe… I was named of that because, obviously of my childhood haircut.

5. Pen- (pensucks), my pen name. I always used that as username, id, tags, and even email. I got that when i was still writing in our school pub. That was a long time ago. Not bad.

I want to tag the following users:

utakmunggo

bienthoughts

roxy

jomar

albert