I just have to post this:
taken from my i.ph blog
bulate
I never really thought i’d understand the male and female specie in one lifetime specially this one that i have now. But then again i am still breathing aren’t I, so I do have my entire lifespan to make the best out of me getting to know, understand, love and probably hate and ultimately co-exist with these testosterone filled living creatures.
meet the bulates:
he can be handsome, cute and adorable
he can be a real gentleman, friendly and easy to get along with
he can be smart and down-to-earth
he can be funny and witty
he can be a best friend material or a boy-next-door kind of guy
he has the ability to show that femininity inside of him
and he is single and definitely a straight guy and not gay
what else is there not to like about him
the thing is he is more than torpe
he is a bulate
she can be gorgeous, cute and adorable
she can be a real head-turner, friendly and easy to get along with
she can be smart and down-to-earth
she can be funny and witty
she can be a best friend material or a girl-next-door kind of gal
she has the ability to show that masculinity inside of her
and she is single and definitely a straight girl and not lesbian
what else is there not to like about her
the thing is she is not ligawin like there’s an "off-limits signboard" on her forehead
she is a bulate
he and she shows their feelings indirectly and very inconsistently
- women knows better than to read between the lines, assume a lot and be conceited
- men knows better than to reason out that they are just being normally nice as that is how they are
when the male bulate likes and adores a certain girl
he remains silent but always around
he speaks to no one about what’s the deal between the two of them
he hides the truth if not bends it
one hint of discouragement or rejection
they’d forever play it safe
and never admit their true feelings
and deep inside he’s hurt
and the female somehow adopted the male bulate’s actions
he became a habit and routine she can’t escape
played along acting all out bulate even if she’s not
she remains silent
accepts whatever’s thrown at her feet
but never really managed to control her thoughts and emotions
she is unstable for being insecure
one hint that the male bulate plays cassanova
they’d be blinded and become martyrs
chooses not to tell anyone
for being shy and afraid of a truth in her eyes are in fact all lies
bleeding and breaking down into pieces inside
but smiles as if she rules the world and loves her rockin’ life
and then they try to be indifferent towards each other
with every look
every touch
every smell
every moment
every mention of the other bulate’s name
they stumble and stutter
they themselves cannot even decipher which is the real them anymore
and which of their actions are result of their true feelings and not just another justification of a nice deed for a very good and/or dear friend but not a girlfriend/boyfriend
because as the girl returns the affection and attention
it is as good as they were "it" - a couple with mutual understanding
but not so everybody knows
and not so they both confirm and admit to themselves
beating around the bush, the bulate does not demand his/her wants and needs
what they do is submit him/herself to the extent that he/she’d make the other person feel to owe them the same submission
there is an unwritten commitment
a never-ending pakiramdaman
oftentimes they understand the other’s thoughts and feelings
as they assume they do and obviously true - - well, in their world
but still they don’t talk about it
they are both enclosed in a fantasy world only they can understand
as if nobody else exists
but then there is no security
all because there is no formality
clueless
how it all began
who made the first move
when was it final
and with a tear drop
over a petty misunderstanding
over bruised egos versus self-respect versus love versus survival
questions and ranting of the cruel world begin to shake their enclosed world
the male bulate takes a seatback
and denies everything had meaning
same with the female
she accepts what other people think and everything else that pollutes her mind
and denies everything was real
that there was something
and the battle begins
he is hurt
and she is hurt
then they never talked and hanged out just as they did before
a relationship doomed from the beginning
now they live two separate lives
with an untold story only the two of them know
an untold story without an ending
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i am not really an authority in the male and likewise the female specie.. i just happen to know two people who used to be two bulates… well actually they remain to be still at present…
