Is This the Real Life?

Now, as October ends, I look back to the 40+ posts I made this month and say, "Whew!!!" I am so glad to have put in some writing despite my laslas-pulso schedule this month. Hopefully, I will get to feed this blog with more stories in November.

As mentioned in a previous post, I am doing the NaNoWriMo this year and all hell is supposed to break loose tomorrow, November 1. It will be a gruelling month of putting together the first draft of a novel with at least 50 thousand words. I don't know how I will be able to get some short stories done with this task at hand but maybe I could post some bits and pieces of the novel I'm planning as I write it along. I don't know how you guys would take it as it may not entirely be lesbian-themed. (Full disclosure: I don't have a friggin plot yet. Gaaaaah!) I guess I'll take the story as it comes along. Please don't judge me if I don't even go beyond 10k in this 50k goal.

Also, JOMS Month comes to a close. If you all could recall, I mentioned at the beginning of the month that I would be dedicating October's posts to my Peyups G2G family. Majority of the stories I put out this month were inspired by our girl group (Charoz). And I believe it is only fitting that I end this month via a link to an article written by one of the most well-loved joms in our group. She captured our story best :)

Thank you again for being there for me and with me this October. Love and kisses to you all!

Saved by the Belle

(Author's Note: Last na to. Hahaha! Happy Happy birthday to the sizzlingest single butch on the face of this earth! - Lee)

You gave the bag a jab, a hook, a one-two combination.

You took up boxing to forget her. You channeled all the rage of her mind-jarring betrayal onto your sparring partners. Over the years, you have succeeded.

Then, one day, you catch a glimpse of the newbie.

You furiously shake your head.

No.

Alas, she was a temptress incarnate.

She went for the bag nearest you, but not before hinting that she’d love to spar with you in private. You throw in the towel. Maybe a knockout like her would be worth the battle scars.

Maybe, this time, you’ll win.

Tangina'ng Kwento

(Author's Note: Para pa rin kay @sleazeeee itoooo! - Lee)

Tumawag ka sa ‘kin isang gabi. Umiiyak.

Huy, bakit?

Tangina, ang sakit-sakit na talaga. Tangina. Tangina.

Writer ka. In fact, isa ka sa mga hinahangaan ko pagdating sa pagsusulat. Ibang klase ang gagap at hagod mo sa mga salita. Swak na swak. Swabeng swabe. Pero nang mga oras na yun, bandang ala una nang madaling araw, habang namamaluktot ako sa lamig ng hanging Disyembre ay naubusan ka ng mga salita.

Tangina, ang sakit-sakit na talaga. Tangina. Tangina.

Ano ba’ng nangyari?

Tangina, break na kami.Tangina. Tangina.

O, hindi ka pa ba nasasanay?

Mababa ang EQ ko. Pagpapatawa ang pang-counter ko sa lahat ng emosyon.

Galit? Patawa.

Takot? Patawa.

Pighati? Patawa.

Huy, tama na yan. Tangina siya, kung di ka niya kayang mahalin, maraming pumipila para pumalit sa kanya, gaga.

Tangina, mahal ko siya. Tangina. Tangina.

Ikaw naman kasi, may sa tanga ka rin eh. Alam mo namang kakikilala mo lang sa haliparot na yun, pinatos mo agad. Ayan tuloy napala mo. Nagpa-jerjer ka na ba sa kanya? Ewww.

See? Low EQ.

Tangina, mahal ko siya. Tangina. Tangina.

Kahit noon pa’y di na talaga umuubra sa ‘yo ang pagpapatawa ko.

Huy, gaga. Itigil mo na sabi ang pag-iyak. Kung ako na lang kasi syinota mo, eh di hindi ka sana umiiyak ngayon.

Garbled sounds.

Torri? Huy, Torri, andyan ka pa ba?

Tapos, suminga ka.

Kath naman, heartbroken na nga ako, nagpapatawa ka pa.

Seryoso, tayo na lang! Mamahalin kita. Hindi kita paiiyakin.

Hahaha! Tangina mo.

Finally, napatawa rin kita.

Kung kelan naman seryoso ako.

Tangina.