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Tarararan is bored of the love-hate relationship. I am a professional daydreamer, nightwalker and an asexual object.

Copyright tarararan 2004. Cheating is a mortal sin.


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May 22, 2004
Joni Mitchell Makes Me Weak

Both Sides Now is playing on my MP3. I remember someone while playing this, but it's not really a "someone" that I had flirted with, but just someone I look up to as a mother, a mentor, a great friend and a bad enemy (if the last one counts). There is this fantastic college Professor I once had while having the inconsistent time of my life on the Academe.  This professor, a renowned Artist in my hometown and abroad, gives enough comments that could make me weak. I know that I had disappointed her in so many ways, she and the other mentors that tolerated my weaknesses in the field of Art. But what can I do now? I am trapped between the reality of the field and the emotions of my solitary being.

Although I must admit, it had not really come to a point that I want to give the field up until few weeks ago, I already felt the calling I am waiting for towards a different career. And Joni Mitchell, popped out of my mp3 player and made me remember Her- The Local Frida Kahlo. I know, I know, I think I hated her being formalist, but the times she made me realize that her life is a whole lot of serious things to deal with, I know that I would be able to appreciate Her.

And it's too bad that this is the only tribute I could offer.


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May 17, 2004
Jolie , Whoopie!




Believe it or not, I was never into Angelina Jolie until recently. I had that feeling before that Jolie is just one of those androgynous poster girls that would claim fame due to her being eccentric especially on a place called Hollywood. Until I got to see 1999's 'Girl Interrupted'[where Jolie won her first Oscar] just two weeks ago and found her really sexy. Man, Shu Qi would kill me for this. Hehehe, I wish. Anyway, it is a good point that Jolie admitted to her former lesbian love affair, so I am convinced now that she is gay. What a real good thing! And to melt our hearts out, here's a transcript of her  magazine interviews. Read and have fun. And maybe we should all watch "Gia" together eh?

Spectrum Magazine, March 6th, 2002: (excerpt from article)
"Born to be Wild"


She is equally frank about her lesbian leanings, leading to a recent confession that she had enjoyed an affair with a girlfriend: "I did some modelling years ago and shared a cabin with one woman," she says. "I was in my black pants and t-shirt, watching television. She was in a little g-string, putting lotion on her whole body, with nail care too, making sure every single inch of her legs were shaved. It was sexy for me to see a woman like that. She looked all glossy and I wanted to eat her. You have to live for moments like that."
.........
"I prefer curvy women and I could only get so curvy, because I am very lanky and angular. But to finally have some decent breasts and a backside is great. I have never worn such tight clothes before. (talking about her "Tomb Raider" character Lara Croft)



Unknown UK Magazine:
"When I was 20, I fell in love with somebody who happened to be a woman, I wanted to be close to her because I had feelings for her."

Elle Magazine, unknown issue:
Are you bisexual?
"It's like somebody saying, 'Would you be with someone tall or of a different race?' Its such a dumb question. I married a man because I need somebody physically stronger than me. It just feels nice. I am always on top. It's really unfortunate. I am begging for the man that can put me on the bottom. Or the woman. Anybody that can take me down."

GQ Magazine, unknown issue:
Angelina was once voted the "actress most straight women would like to have sex with" by readers of an US magazine. She was asked to comment this:
"That's OK, because I'm the actress most likely to have sex with them."
Later on in the interview they mentioned an earlier interview where she revealed that she had been with another woman.
"I was open about it because I wanted people to know that I had been with a woman. I spoke about it because I'd discovered something wonderful and I thought people should know my experience was very real, very normal and there were a lot of things I learnt. It was beautiful and different so I thought I would share it. But people decided to make it shocking…"

New York Post, unknown date:
Jon Voight's actress daughter Angelina Jolie has "Ellen" fever. Angelina, who stars in the upcoming HBO movie "Gia," says she's "quite free" with her sexuality and loved the lesbian scenes with co-star Elizabeth Mitchell.
"She hadn't done a love scene before and she hadn't been with a woman before, and I had done those things," she tells The Cable Guide.
"I was looking forward to kissing her and touching her and watching her discover that and hopefully, enjoy it. I think she did. I become more romantic with women. I love women. I hope gay people, gay women, are happy about it (the movie). Anything that felt that good couldn't possibly be bad."


 


 

 


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May 15, 2004
No Not Again

What could you be doing right now as I am writing , again, about you

The purpose of this blog is to hide myself away from anyone who is unaware of my true identity. Yes , I agree with you. I had been brave to tell everyone before that I was actually who I am and that you were part of my dark past somewhere. But I guess, I was brave then, because I was proud of what we had . And now, as you go away with that (good-for-nothing) rockstar, here I am, left with a brokenheart, secret identity, and a stack of articles written for love's abdurdities.

It has been three years and yet, though my pride hates to admit it, but I wonder so much about you. So much that I could not sleep for the past consecutive weeks, wanting to hear those old words you said to me, and trying to find out why the rockstar won over me. That was childish to ask of course, but why would you do a thing like that?

And I heard rumors that you had been back on the prowl with the community of people who hang around and waste their time in cyberspace and unrated chatrooms. And as my shift ends,  I have to write this  because the Indigo Girls made me so.

Wherever you are, I just want to congratulate you for making me whine about you everytime I would hear the word 'love' and all the other cliche subsequent to that emotion.

I dreamt about you a couple of times. Most of it, showing you, happy with me. I guess that happens because on my subconscious, it is still you that my heart craves for. You might see my friendster profile on "in a relationship" , what a stubborn lie. I did that to revenge on you, at least you would think that I'm not into you anymore and that I had found a replacement to your undistinguishable existence. And of course, you will be brokenhearted (at least that was what I hoped for). But sure, I know the possibility that the rockstar made you happy and forgot about me. Sure you already did.

And I congratulate you for doing so. For being numb, for everything you've done to my stone heart the past few years and please applause yourself that you are still powerful enough to shoot me right on that spot where everything will be irreparable.

Also, I just want to say that there will be a time where you will scream my name in front of your mother, in front of that damned rockstar, and you will find me nowhere. But if you will catch me, I will do nothing but embrace you. Pathetic.

*******

And i feel it like a sickness
how this love is killing me
i'd walk into the fingers
of your fire willingly
and dance the edge of sanity
i've never been this close
i'm in love with your ghost

-indigo girls "ghost"






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May 7, 2004
Sa Tungril May Thrill

Natawa ang kaibigan ko habang kinekwento ko ang kalokohang napanood ko sa TV. Ito kasi ang title nung baklang segment sa Startalk. Ang siste, may nagaganap daw na kakaibang pagtitinginan sa pagitan nila Aleck Bovick at DJ Alvaro. Hahaha. Jologs na kung jologs pero habang pinapanood ko silang dalawa, talagang kinikilig ako.

Startalk : May relasyon nga ba kayo ni DJ?
Bovick   : Wala, nag-kikiss lang naman kami, tsaka tinetext ko siya ng I miss you.
Startalk : Ang sabi ni aleck, sa iyo daw, wala ka nang hahanapin pa?
Alvaro   : [ngiti muna] Talaga? Sinabi niya yun? Nasisiraan na ba siya ng ulo?. Sino nga ba ang hindi
              maaakit kay Aleck? Lahat naman di ba.

Ang jologs. Hehehe. Ang sabi nila, nakiki-ride lang daw ito sa Desiree Del Valle issue na kung saan ay lumabas ang lover nitong nonshowbiz na isang mayamang taga Las-Vegas. Ayon sa istorya, nagpakasal pa umano ang dalawa sa nasabing lugar sa Amerika at ipinakita pa ng huli ang footage nito. Nung interbiyuhin naman si Del Valle sa The Buzz [sabihin with Kristeta's twang] , sinabi ni DelValle na isang laro lamang ang lahat at diumano'y "I was just a girl who fell in love". Nakana na. Lumalabas pa tuloy na kapag tungril ka, pariwara ka na. Anak ng teteng talaga. At talaga naman, kakambal nitoang salitang "hoy tomboy, tomboy, tomboy, imoral". At ang buhay nga naman, animong ang mga baklang showbiz reporters ay tila diring-diri sa kwentong ito. Mga bading! Magsama-sama tayo sa impyerno! Bwahahahaha. Inggit lang kayo, dahil kayo mga walang boobs. Hehehe. joke lang po. Peace tayo mga lola.

Dito po nagtatapos ang hirit ni Tarararan. Stop the war, Not Peace! (mula sa isang boldstar)

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Apr 30, 2004
Gay Marriages

I look up the words "gay + marriages" in various search engines. Why should I in the first place? I don't have a partner and heck I'm preparing for the deeper commitment. Absurd.

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Apr 23, 2004
Call Her G

G is this new girl's name on my phonebook, for whatever reason, I really did not bother to know. It's not like I don't know her real name, I mean, yea I completely do and  it starts with an M , but for the fancy language thing, I've been recently naming the "ladies" with initials. Maybe it's because I want to create a different character other than what their name says. Maybe I am a little obsessive compulsive when it comes to naming because I picture people depending on names. Let's say I might get attracted to someone named Alex although that person could be a loser. It's just the name game flame for me sometimes, and I really  find it unusual. My friends know me for having that thing with names. I describe people on the manner on what name could suit them. There's this one time when I was discussing to one of the fraternity boys that I know a brod of their fraternity who was really kind to me, when that guy asked me for the name of the brod, I said "Uhm, I forgot but he looks like an "Erwin". And so, I've been ususally teased by these people for my naming thing.

Before we get any further, let's go back with G.

G as you see lives about 20 minutes away from my place, just right next to my town. She works in a nearby hospital ang got my number thru her friend who exchanged phonebooks with her. Can you believe that someone you don't know that well could give your number away to some stranger? Unbelievable. Anyway, few months back, I already removed G's friend from my phonebook because the first time I spoke with her on the phone, she was a tight rope bitch for real, who measured people by the way they pronounce "comfortable" (another weirdo). And so , I just told myself to forget about G's friend and remove her. Bye bye baby.

But then, after a couple of weeks, G's number (that used to be with her friend) kept appearing on my phone because of her spontaneous calls that I missed. Now, I am not the type of person who would die once their cellular phones got out of sight. I leave my phone at home if I'm not meeting anyone important or if I'm not waiting for any call from the relatives abroad or somewhere else. To tell you frankly, I wasn't minding G's number (which I thought still belonged to her bitchy friend) appearing on my caller ID because nonetheless, I never liked G's friend as you can tell. 

And so, I had to make a firm reaction. I dialled the number and there was a different voice who answered my supposed to be "kindly stop calling me" who turned to a rather less impertinent "hi, uhm, are you also from that school?" There was a kind response at the other end so she just continued calling my number and I allowed her to do that and spam(?!) my missed call list.

Only recently, G and I exchanged text messages and I am discovering that there's something about G that I might go for. I don't know, it is really early. Although,  one night [bet she's toad drunk], she texted me and asked if I could drop by her place and take her away! Man,I'm such a loser because I didn't and made some excuses rather than telling her that "My parents are at home. I can't go out, they might notice me." What a shame on my end! And so, I told her I'll pick her up, but not tonight, some other time I guess. And maybe she got a little disappointed with that , that is why I don't see her name much often these past few days on my caller ID. Oh, maybe I missed her too. Ouch.

*I guess I'd like a real vulnerble alcoholic girl like me too.


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Apr 18, 2004
Films, Flicks and Fears

I just hate it when love stories make my heart cry. I watched this foreign film which surprisingly, seemed as if  (intentionally) a parody of my past. Everything about that film made me prepare for tears. I must say, the realization that Ex is still on me (or I am still with Ex) is scary for a fact. It's like burying yourself alive (damn, that scene was included on the film), or hanging yourself or better, placing it inside a microwave oven (Go Sylvia Plath). The only consolation of that film is a little belief that there is still a good ending. Darn. I had a friend who always say that she likes movies with happy beggining but scary endings. Interesting. So I guess, until I replace Ex, she will still remain Ex.

Where the hell did J, XXXX and uh---oh I have a new butterfly.

********

I got drunk
I got high
and cried.

And played "A Love Song for the Stupids"

And the next morning, I laughed.

I'm f*cking deadly eh?






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Apr 9, 2004
Friendster, friendster no!

I guess it's really not a good idea to add your ex to your friendster's list. Damn. Because it is not good to see her picture while you are over the process of forgetting her and worse, to see a picture of her together with her good-for-nothing rockstar. What the hell. But I have really noticed something about Ex the past few months, that she is becoming more pathetic. I mean, see those dark fingernails and background on her pictures (and what's the buzz with the knife.), oh and maybe she really is crazy , huh?(Just go and kill yourself or better, kill that other girl) . Just for me I don't want to talk about her/neither do I want to talk to her. It's just that she is not the one person I used to know or will know. Oh , and by the way, maybe she ran away from me because I made her sane. And the Other, that good for nothing Other ,only brought out the worse in her. Pity little girl.


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Apr 2, 2004
I'm In Love! Whoa!


Nah, that's not true. Psychological blog naming. Hehehe.

But really, the other night I was in love, in love in my dream. I had this really really weird dream last night wherein I was with a really cute girl and we were actually going out and hanging out with each other. In fact, she patiently waited outside my office building, carried some of my things on our  way to school and talked articulately about art and philosophy. I find it weird to have these keen sensation on my stomach (yea, butterflies, yea) and even weirder to have them after seeing a dream! Whoever the girl was, I really don't know. I think she is the one that my subconscious mind wants to be with, really pathetic. It was a long dream. I don't usually sleep more than five hours but here, I slept straight eight hours...Well, that's what I do when I want to control my dreams. Oh yea, I'm hoping that I will find this mysterious girl whoever, wherever it might get me. Crazy.


*********

I was with AE (Almond Eyes) the other day and we were both making fun of each other, getting lost in the dating scene. Well, she got Chocolate Boy and I got nobody! Darn. Mind you, this Chocolate Boy is one popular boy. I would not  bother telling you who he is, because for some reasons, I am assured that most of you grew up with him. So I'll just keep my  mouth shut.

The catch is, I have this feeling that both Chocolate Boy and Almond Eyes are not straight species.Haha!Well, Chocolate Boy had been rumored - since 10 A.D., to be really gay, and many claim that it is the sole reason why he is not strongly pursuing AE. As for AE, I'm hoping that she would have a little sister that I can pet on. Unfortunately, AE is the youngest sibling in their family and she is just the type that I wanted to live by. I want to be like AE. Hehehe.

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Angelique tagged me and asked me if I was Paulinian. Here's what I've got to say about that. I once swore that I don't want to be a Paulinian and will not ever become a Paulinian in my life. And if you trace my loveline, I fell , most of the time, the biggest to Paulinians. The first girl I ever proposed with was a Paulinian, I pursued a couple of Paulinians since I lived and was friends with a couple of them when I was still on that old school in Pasig. I was attracted to the black and white mantra of their skirt. Yea, I liked the longer ones. My first girlfriend was a Paulinian, the first ever I aws inloved with, the first ever I was happy with, the first ever to break my heart. And in my possession right now is  her Paulinian High School yearbook that made my mother wondered where the hell I got it from, considering that I'm not a Paulinian. My grade school, pre-high school bestfriends were  Paulinians, who almost taught me how to be good in bed and almost taught me how to kiss, (well, one of them was kicked out five years ago). So I had a little history about my Paulinian experience. And also, I just want to say that AE was by the way, Paulinian. And I'm sure I won't be pursuing high school girls anymore, but who knows, it might be just your lucky day, little girl.

If you're Paulinian and free, click on contact me.


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Mar 28, 2004
Remembering XXXX

NOLOVEMACHINE No.2 :

There could have been something, at least , that could make me remember XXXX. But during the past six months that I had been away from XXXX's environment, there were only little unimportant things that made any glimpse of memory with XXXX possible. And today, XXXX met my conscious mind. I was reading a friend's blog when a post of that friend was about an instance where she met up XXXX and me. And it happened  after those Art Film Screenings that me and XXXX frequented, back in our abandonment stage.

Brief orientation about XXXX :

XXXX is way way older than Tarararan. When XXXX was a college freshman, Tarararan was still fresh from grade school. When XXXX went to the mountains and hills for some sort of underground learning, Tarararan had just found out the word "underground". XXXX is a university supreme being, meaning, she is not a dean's lister or anything but is identified as a left-wing intellectual. XXXX - famous for the brave school paper editorials, famous for the hang up with the Student Government's major head.

How I got to know XXXX :

I got to know XXXX through the various extra curricular not-so-fun and not-your-typical college activities. I got acquainted with XXXX thru some beloved friends. There was NEVER an intention on my part to be at any point , get closer or even to hang out with XXXX. I mean, I am not XXXX's potential girl toy. XXXX is not my type. Too skinny, always on PMS.

Fast forward :

For the whole first semester of my sophomore year, I was hanging out with XXXX. It's not that I ever intended to hang out with XXXX, only that, the college was full of conceited beings that I won't bother to waste my time with, so XXXX became my meantime buddy.

There was zero intention to look at XXXX in a special way. XXXX was just an ordinary friend, I admire her intelligence and her adroit skill in Art Criticism. Though I wasn't sure why my relationship with XXXX created a little confusion. Most of our friends thought that there was something going on, wondered how could I pull XXXX easily to junk activities when she has very important matters to attend. My conclusion to that, XXXX could have been tired of fixing  organization matters that she joined my scrupulous evil plan of hiding away from those responsibilities.

We went to all the activities. People see us together everywhere and they start to ask, "What are you guys?" and XXXX would just reply "Inggit lang kayo." But it was all out of fun. I don't know if there was something else beyond that meantime relationship. I don't even know if I like XXXX, or if XXXX liked me back. Or if I was infatuated with XXXX or just plain desperate and on rebound. But whatever XXXX was in my life, that I never get to figure out. But then, XXXX is cute XXXX is intelligent XXXX is weird XXXX is funny and XXXX most of all, tolerated me.

*"I want to do to you what spring does to cherry trees." - Pablo Neruda






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