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Then go to their Summer Photo Contest album

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?id=27217510953&aid=281783

and like my photo

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Please help me win! Thanks!

(via pananaghoy)

please text me your updates.
i shall be expecting a text before saturday ends.
thanks all!
yes i’m being a tyrant today.
bukas na eh.
yey!

exciting!

please tumblr ask me what committee you joined, asap. ‘cause i have to hand you over to your heads. wokei? thanks!

- gelo (pananaghoy)

CORE:

Vinci
Katrina
Bong

Mela - Secretary
Robin - Treasurer
Reyvan - External Public Relations
Gelo - Committee Head

COMMITTEES:

Biboy - Props
Ghing -  Logistics
Becs - Dashboard Public Relations (Internal)
Yepoi - Text Public Relations (Internal)
Andy - Documentations
Rain - Medical

HOSTS:

Alyssa
Mela
Kevin
Eli

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MEETING AT MCDO LACSON TODAY (03/07/10) 4PM attendance is a must po (gelo)

(kada only please)

dapat may committee na kayo by friday. lapitan niyo na si

BIBOY - props*
BECS - dash kada PR
YEPOI - text kada PR
GHING - for BHS logistics*
ANDY - documentation
RAIN - medical**

*   needs a high number of people
** must be a of nursing background

if you want to know the kada people, please check the list here and search for the CORE GROUP post.

make sure you have a committee to help with by friday. if not, one will be assigned for you. all your help will be appreciated.

please reblog for the kada to know. thanks!

13 would be much better ‘cause 14 would mean that MOA would be jam packed.

grabe kada, andaming followers. i hope they don’t figure out that we’re just a bunch of weird losers. hahaha! kidding. thanks to the 308 followers of tumblrkada. you guys make our day. - pananaghoy

kitams, kulto na talaga tayo! - pananaghoy

Apparently plates weren’t the only burden that he should worry about. The rest of his tumblr friends would be hanging out at MOA later in the afternoon but didn’t have enough money for the fare to that frustratingly distant meet up place. Kevin was in desperate need to have fun.

You are so maarte, didn’t you have fun just last night? And like an inside joke shared between Kevin and himself, he giggled. For he did have fun last night, his boyfriend slept over.

His cellphone buzzed and the plates that were once barely noticed was now as if it never existed. A message from Mela, he saw, that said R U joinin dem at MOA?

His fingers went to work. D e. Kw b? A double-edged reply for knowing whether or not she would go, fact still remains that he wouldn’t. While waiting for his friend’s text, he went on tumblr and checked his dash. Fuck tumblarity. “Kiki parts naman yan, ang hilig kumembang nitong tumblarity na ‘to.”

White walls with grey 4-foot panels, from the floor up, drowned his vision. He didn’t even noticed that he ended up staring at his bedroom wall, and all of a sudden a grumbling broke the silence. Yes, gutom ka na bakla.

So he stood and started walking down but his phone rang. Sun, it’s him. “Babe, bakit,” he answered.

Nothing really, I just wanted to hear your voice.

“Ay may ganun? Arte. Heto, lalabas ng kuwarto at magluluto ng pancit canton. Nagugutom na ako eh,” he said halfway to the kitchen. He squeezed his phone in between his left ear and his shoulder. The conversation that was somewhat naughty contrasted the mundane task of him opening a couple of packs of sweet and spicy cantons. And so he went to the stove and flicked the gas dial to medium flame. Kevin’s eyebrow crossed cause the burner didn’t spark as it should have done. Nakakaloka to ah, he thought. And after a few seconds of trying, he didn’t realize that there was quite a small left over gas that hung around the burner with every attempt he made. When the stove finally lit, a burst took him by surprise but that wasn’t the least of his problems.

He didn’t even notice that his pinky weirdly caught fire. It was half way through his forearm before he noticed that he was already being used as a dance floor by parading spit fires. The more agitated he got, the faster it went up his arm, ‘til his whole left limb looked like it was up for well-done. And when he finally let out a scream, He burst completely into bright orange flames, briskly turning his clothes into ash.

The phone dropped. His mind raced. Fear consumed all encompassing. “BABE! WHAT’S HAPPENING?” The speaker went on and on, talking to Kevin who was now levitating. The air thinned out as oxygen slowly ran out, and this caused Kevin to faint and the flames died out with his consciousness.

Apoy is ready, an ethereal voice proclaimed. And then it was so.

He wasn’t really doing anything that day.

So the entire day was spent on tumblr, until the hours trickled to lunch, to evening, to midnight until only the yellow tinge of lamp light eeriness kept him company. He was yet to make finish his application for being a volunteer nurse. Katulong, chimay, julalayeng ng joktor, but I have to go through this, it’s not like I have a choice in this matter. “Yeah Gelo, keep talking to yourself and you’re surely get things done,” he whispered to himself.

Metallica on his iTunes, he started typing the letter he was supposed to make. Halfway through, he pressed control N then on a blank page, continued a story he started writing for his buddies in tumblr. “Hmm…” he hummed to himself, as fingers started to do the twister game all around the keyboard as words form on the screen. He felt solace as he wrote. But what he didn’t know, his inner peace was a trigger for a change. Something that happened a few nights ago, for which he hadn’t even have the faintest clue had taken place, affected him drastically.

As his silent and serene soul typed away, the darkness drew close, slowly devouring the light of his lamp. Obviously, Angelo was not a seed from a dumb tree, and he quickly realized what was happening. But, as what happened next, obviously he was not a seed of a courageous tree either. He instantaneously tried to run but the shadow swallowed him whole.

From the tips of his nails, slowly creeping up every inch of him, Angelo was like being crawled upon by a living oil spill. He was waving every phalange and every limb as much as his broken-metal-held leg could manage. But the more he struggled, the more it crept. And before he could think about screaming, the darkened fluid slid in his mouth and soon, he was consumed.

Dilim is ready, the ethereal voice has proclaimed.

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repost para sa tulog (and yes, ambilis ko sa part 4 kasi ako to!)