Showing posts with label Life or Something Like It. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life or Something Like It. Show all posts

Sunday, April 28, 2013

The Loss of Innocence

Before this turns into an Arts and Crafts blog, I’m gonna tell you a story about a guy I know.
This guy was truly an optimist. He prides himself of still being able to see the light no matter how many wounds his heart suffered. His heart was broken many times but he never gave up on love. He kept loving again and again like he’s never been hurt before.
Until he met J.
There was nothing really special about J except being his first boyfriend in Cebu. Just like all his relationships before, he gave it his all. Love, attention, faith and trust. In return, J introduced him to his parents and best friends. But also like his past relationships, all the good things came to an end.
The thing is, his love was too great that J couldn’t keep up. He said that he does not expect J to return the same amount he gives but that was really just a lie. Maybe he was too ashamed to admit it but he did expect it all back. And the thing about shame is that it blinds us from seeing our true selves.
Anyways, the breakup was bad, like it always is, but it did help him see things from another side of the field. I guess he figured that he was not really loving J or any of his exes, for that matter. He was just suffocating them. That his love was not great but possessive. He falls in love quickly to the persona he builds of someone and then suffers when their true self is in contrast to the fairytale he made up.
I know I did not describe it a lot in writing but the breakup with J was the hardest for him. And when we have been hurt so much, our hearts are more open to change. J was his romantic turning point.  I don’t really  know if he’s still an optimist or has become a pessimist when it comes to the matters of the heart but I do know that he has matured greatly and that his next relationship would be more beautiful than all the ones he had.
That’s if get past his newly acquired relationship phobia. Walls have been put up and doubts on people’s motives are barbed around him.
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PS: J and Him happened on the last quarter of 2012. About six months when they broke up.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Uptown Guy

vlcsnap-2013-04-23-08h26m48s141Photo from “No Regret”

After the events of Sabado de Chorva, Pesky Roommate and I have been doing the silent war. I’m not talking with him because I’m afraid that questions about that incident would soon ensue and, after all the months that have passed, I still don’t know what to tell him. When I first met Pesky Roommate, telling him who I really am seemed so easy, and quite frankly, was planning to. But as I get to know him, I’m glad I didn’t. I didn’t nickname him Pesky Roommate for nothing. So, severing my ties with him was really a relief. Well, most of my ties. Sadly, we are officemates.

As much as it was a relief not minding him, it was really stressful living with someone whose presence you do not acknowledge. Yeah, I regret ever having agreed to rent the same room. But I did learn something. Living with someone other than your family should be carefully thought of. Even if you are close friends because you tend to see them in another light. Specifically bad light. This specially applies to boyfriends. So, I guess, no living together with my future special someone.

But it took me months to actually move out. I think I was afraid of the unknown. I realized that even though I am living independently from my parents, I was not living independently from others. I was always with roommates or just next door with someone I know. Living alone seemed scary. So I let my self get stressed out sharing a room with Pesky Roommate because it was familiar. This is exactly how all toxic relationships work. They stay because, even if they get hurt everyday, it’s something they know. Because leaving would mean that they have to sail the stormy seas of the unknown.

Anyways, like I said, it took me months to finally move-out and boy, it feels so f****ng great to have finally done it! I love my new crib. Same rent, same terms, it has a garden (I could finally put my itching green thumbs to  the test), safe and peaceful neighborhood and more importantly, the place is all my own. I can now do the overnight face mask! LOL!

Sunday, October 07, 2012

Sabado de Chorva (Ang Pagtatapos)

ANG NAKARAAN...

*door knob turns and lock button clicks*

ENTER: The Roommate

Nevermind na ang stats dahil hindi ko naman sya bet! Anyways, balik na tayo sa kwento.

OMG! May roommate nga pala ako!

Ang roommate ko na ilang beses nang gustong tumabi sa akin sa bed ko kahit pang-isahan lang at tinutulak ko na sya sa edge. Ang roommate na nakasimangot kaagad kapag may nadadatnan sya na mga friends ko na nakiki-chill sa room (okay, so most of them ay mga booking). Ang roommate na ang buong bayan alam na at sya na lang ang hindi nakakaalam na bading pala siya. Ang roommate na ayaw akong pagyosihin sa room kahit wala naman siya at ang pinaka malala ay ang roommate na dadating habang sarap na sarap na ako at naglalagay na ng lube sa mga bahagi ng katawan na dapat lagyan!

POOOF! Goodbye fucking a hot twink!

Pero wala akong magagawa. Kahihiyan ko ang nakasalalay. At nasabi ko na bang officemate din kami ni roommate? Goodluck na lang kung kumalat to sa work!

So as the knob was turning, biglang nagkaroon ng sariling buhay ang left arm ko at itinulak pabalik ang pabukas na na pinto. Maswerte pa rin at lumipat kami sa sahig ni Booking at malapit sa pinto dahil kung nag stay kami sa kama ko, isang malaking BUKINGAN ang magaganap!

Eto naman si Booking eh parang nag slowmo ang braincells at natagalan bago magregister kung ano ba talaga ang nangyayari. Akala siguro nagwa-wild lang ako at sinasandal ang mga kamay sa pintuan! HAHA!

Syempre ang super tense dahil hubo't hubad kami, covered in sweat and lube (for some parts) with matching sex hair. Si booking daig pa si flash sa pagbibihis habang ako, one hand on the door, one hand nagbibihis. Sa ganitong mga pagkakataon talaga lumalabas ang mga talento ng tao. Haha!

ROOMMATE: [Insert my name]!! Ano ba?! Buksan mo!!

AKO: Teka lang, Pesky Roommate!! Wag mo muna buksan!!

Syempre dahil sinabi kong wag buksan, binuksan ng gaga.

AKO: Pucha! Sabi ko teka lang!

At ako pa ang nagalit! haha!

Ganyan ang drama for 10 minutes.

Nag-iisip ako ng alibi for 10 minutes.

Pero wala eh so... binuksan ko na lang ako pinto.

BAHALA NA!

Um-enter si roommate. Nakita si Booking. Napakagat sa labi at napalunok ng imaginary tamod.

Si Booking naman, kumaripas ng takbo palabas. Na-trauma yata. Ginto na, naging bato pa. Haaay.

Nang lumabas na si Booking, tiningnan ako ni roommate ng maigi with his nakasimangot and betrayed face.

ROOMMATE: Ano yun [insert my name]?! Sabihin mo kung sino sya? Pano mo nagawa yun? Sa pamamahay pa mismo natin?? HAAAAW KUDYU?!?!

Aba aba! Umaastang jowa.

AKO: Che!! *roll eyes*




Sunday, August 26, 2012

Si Universe at Ako

0917-7252628

'Yan ang personal line ko kay Universe. Kanya-kanyang trip lang 'yan. Kapag may gusto akong ipagpasalamat, ikwento or hingin, isang text lang. Parang nasa kabilang linya lang si Universe. Isa sa mga contacts ko. Isa sa mga ka-close ko. Feeling ko malapit lang siya at mabilis nyang mabasa ang mga text ko sakanya.

Noong nakaraang linggo, kinailangan kong umuwi sa probinsya namin sa Surigao para sa libing ng Lolo ko. Wala akong kakilala na kaedad ko na makakausap. Wala din naman kasi akong ka-close sa mga pinsan at kamag-anak namin dun.

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Hey Universe, bakit ganito? Amg hirap naman i-let go ni Ching. Kahit gusto ko na syang kalimutan, bigla na lang syang pumapasok sa utak ko. Huhu. HELP!

18/08/2012
06:05:00 PM
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Anyways, salamat pala na-promote ako at nabigyan ng increase kahit hindi malaki. Okay na yun. Pmabayad din ng boardinghouse. Medyo hindi na din ako gigipitin masyado. SALAMAT!


18/08/2012
06:12:00 PM
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Andyan na pala si Lolo. Pakikumusta mo na lang ako ha. Pakisabi bisita na lang sya dito kung hindi sya busy dyan. 'Wag lang yung scary na bisita ha! Hehehe. Pakisabi din mag-enjoy sya sa paglalakbay nya. :)


18/08/2012
06:15:00 PM
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Amboring dito. Wala ako makausap. Haizt. Bakit malas talaga ako sa lovelife? Lahat ng gusto ko may sabit, di ako gusto or iba ang priority sa buhay. 'Yan ba yung paraan ng pagsasabi mo na mag-focus muna ako sa ibang bagay tulad ng board exam? Pero bakit mo naman kasi pina-meet sakin yung mga yun? Alam mo naman na yung mga ganung tipo ang kahinaan ko eh yun pa mga pinakilala mo sakin. Power tripping ka din eh no? Hahaha! Hmmm.. may kailangan ba ako matutunan dun?


18/08/2012
06:20:51 PM
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Sorry ha. Wala talaga akong ibang makausap eh. Ikaw lang. So hindi na yata tuloy yung labas namin ni Han sa Monday. Magpamasahe na lang kaya ako dun sa masahista na nakilala ko? Sana wala yung mga tao dun sa boardinghouse para homeservice na lang wehehehe. Sana may extra. hahaha! At sana mura. Hmm.. pero sige na nga. Mas hihilingin ko na lang na magaling sya magmasahe. ;)


18/08/2012
06:24:00 PM
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Puch. naalala ko na naman talaga si Ching. Sa lahat ng pinakilala mo, sakanya ako mas tinamaan. Amp! May sabeeet! Minsan nakakapag-isip ako ng hindi maganda. Huhu. Sorry mabilis ako ma-tempt eh kasi siya yung  kryptonite ko. Bakit kasi pinakilala mo pa? Huhu. Hirap nyang matanggal sa utak ko. Haizt. Hirap sobra. Tulungan mo naman ako pleeeeease. Seryoso.


18/08/2012
06:29:00 PM

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Haha! Pagkatapos kong basahin ulit at i-type dito lahat ng sent messages ko kay Universe noong umuwi ako, na-realize ko na nagreply pala siya sakin pag-uwi ko dito sa Cebu.

Nakapagpa home service ako ng masahe. Magaling at 100% clean.

Wala nang sabit si Ching.

0917-(SALAMAT)


from JackFuscoPhotography




Monday, June 11, 2012

Anong




Isang malaking kawalan sa mundo ang isang tulad mo.

Para sa akin, sa mga matatalik mong kaibigan, mga kamag-anak, estudyante at kapwa mo guro na sa isang paraan ay nabahagian mo ng piraso ng iyong buhay, mananatili ang lahat ng iyong ala-ala.

 Mananatili kang inspirasyon bilang isang taong nagsumikap sa kabila ng mga problemang lumalamon sa bawat isa sa atin.

 Mananatili kang inspirasyon bilang isang kaibigan na kahit kalian ay hindi nang-iwan ng kaibigan sa ere.

Mananatili kang inspirasyon bilang isang anak, kapatid, tito at apo na mapagmahal at ginawa ang lahat para mabigyan ng maayos na pamumuhay ang pamilya.

Mananatili kang inspirasyon sa mga nagging estudyante at kapwa guro mo bilang isang propesyunal na hindi ginawang dahilan ang kahirapan para lang magkaroon ng magandang edukasyon. 

Para sa taong minsang naging pinakamahalaga sa buhay ko, maligayang paglalakbay sa’yo at maraming salamat.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Gloom Shroom

I woke up unusually early today. Did my daily routine in preparing for work and was at the office by six. My work starts at 8am. I practically did no work until 10 am and when I pushed myself into beginning my work for the day, I just can't seem to complete any of them. My mind is just everywhere to be productive.

I'm in gloom, apparently. I don't know exactly why.

Maybe I've been longing for Nurse for too long that it already took its toll. He never got out of my mind ever since. All my number's blocked in his phone. I'm hopeless.

Maybe because I'm feeling the effects of living alone in a far place.

Maybe I'm feeling the pressure of standing on my own feet without financial assistance from my father. Which reminds me that I'm critically running low on dough and with the payday still a week ahead.

Maybe I just have so much work to do that I've been missing almost all of my deadlines.

Maybe because I have to lay off some of my workers.

Maybe because a couple of colleagues are not coming back to work after the Holy Week.

Maybe I'm longing to just touch someone passionately.


*sigh*





Monday, November 28, 2011

Tabula Rasa






Hindi ba nakakatawa kung pano'ng hindi natin sini-seryoso ang mga cliché na kasabihan kahit ilang daang beses na silang labas-masok sa mga tenga natin?

Kung kailan lang nararanasan ang mga ito saka lang sila tumatak sa ating mga utak. Sa mga pagkakataong iyon lang natin nakikita ang mga gintong aral sa likod ng mga paulit-ulit at nakaka-rinding mga salita.

P4,120.00

'Yan ang budget ko habang naghahanap ng trabaho dito sa Cebu. Wala pa sa kalahati ng allowance ko ng isang buwan. Para sa pagkain, renta, pamasahe at mga ekstra na gastusin. Inutang ko pa ang P2,000.00 kay Ex#4 at ang sobra ay tira-tira sa nakaraang allowance ko. Dahil sa hiya, hindi na ako humingi sa tatay ko ng pera at gusto ko ring matutong tumayo sa sarili kong mga paa.

Marami din palang magandang naidudulot ang mawalan ka ng bagay na dati meron ka. Mas nabibigyan mo nang pagpapahalaga ang mga simpleng bagay na dati ay hindi mo pansin at mas marami kang pagkakataon na maging matatag.

Ngayon, laking pasasalamat ko na dahil kahit kailangan ko nang mag tipid ay sapat pa din naman ang bilang ng pag kain ko araw-araw. May pang-load pa ako at pang internet. Iniiwasan ko na nga lang na pumunta ng mga malls habang wala pa akong nahahanap sa trabaho.

Matagal ko nang sinasabi sa mga kaibigan ko tuwing ang kabuhayan ng mga pamilya namin ang nagiging paksa ng mga usapan na ayokong umasa sa kung ano mang naipundar ng magulang ko. Gusto kong bumuo ng isang bagay na masasabi kong ako mismo ang naghirap.

Ayokong maging ipokrito at sabihing hindi ako masaya na may resources nang handa kong magamit sa oras na kailangan pero hindi naman kayamanan ang usapin dito at katulad ng sa relihiyon, naniniwala kasi ako na mas maganda kung ikaw mismo ang maghahanap ng kabuluhan sa buhay mo sa panahon na marunong ka nang mag-isip ng kung ano ang tama at mali para sa sarili mo. Yung tipong back to zero. Clean slate. Ikaw mismo ang bubuo sa mga bagay-bagay sa buhay mo at hindi yung tatanggapin mo na lang kung ano ang nakagisnan mo o ang ibinigay sa iyo ng ibang tao.

Sa ganoong paraan mas magiging masaya ka dahil ikaw mismo ang may hawak ng manibela ng buhay mo. Ikaw ang bahala kung saan ka pupunta dahil alam mo kung saan ka magiging maligaya.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Turning Point




So the results are out and yeah, I didn't make it.

I'm not really sure if I was shocked or was already expecting not to see my name on the list of passers. I guess I never really gave my best during those six months of parent-financed review here in Cebu. There's also the case of over confidence. I trusted heavily on the numbers I was getting in my review exams and the way I was constantly yapping about them on FB and Twitter just makes me a very big airbag. I'm blaming this all on my imaginary evil twin!

Seriously, I feel sorry for those guys who were really rooting for me to pass especially my parents. I don't know how was I able to let the best people in the world down. All those support and trust down the drain. Damn. I really am a jerk. But the important thing is that these people still haven't given up on me. That's why they are the best and I'm very lucky to have them.

Just like what they say, "True failure is remaining where you have fallen.", so I won't beat myself down about it anymore.

Afterall, it's not all bad.

I decided to remain here in Cebu to look for work and to continue my (self)review. Well, it's not really a decision per se but it's something that just came so naturally that I didn't really use any brain cells up. Like going with the river's flow.

I'll be travelling the road of redemption.

In a place far from home and I know no one. By myself. By my own means and without my father's money. It's scary but it is full of possibilities.

This is my turning point.


- Posted using BlogPress from my iPodTouch

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Drops of Jupiter

I miss my sister.

This song reminds me of her and listening to it makes death of a loved one less sad. Just thinking that those who passed away are still around us and enjoying their freedom. Crossing galaxies. Charting the heavens. Exploring the universe.

Thanks, Patrick Monahan, for writing a really great song. The story behind the song made me love it even more!

"The best thing we could do by loss of love is to find ourselves through it." -Pat Monahan

To my sister, I know wherever you are, you are happy.




Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like Summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's a time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like Spring and she talks like June, hey, hey
Hey, hey.

Tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that Heaven is overrated?

Tell me, did you fall from a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does Tae Bo
Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey, yeah.

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as
Plain ol' Jane told a story about a man
Who is too afraid to fly so he never did land.

Tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way?
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you?
Even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze-dried romance
Five hour phone conversation?
The best soy latte that you ever had, and me?

But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way?

And tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that Heaven is overrated?

Tell me, did you fall from a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself?

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
Na, na, na

And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day?

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
Na, na, na

And did you fall from a shooting star?
Fall from a shooting star?

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
Na, na, na

And are you lonely looking for yourself out there?

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Tuesday, September 06, 2011

Death is Your Gift

I have noticed for a time now that deaths have been happening around me a lot. Yes, I know that people die everyday but these people are personally or somehow connected to me.

I don't exactly remember who they were but I know that there have been deaths of relatives of people I know earlier this year. I think one was an ex-officemate's and some from casual acquaintances.

It didn't really occur to me back then until there have been a few deaths from my relatives as well.

A second degree aunt. An aunt. A second degree step uncle. A step uncle. A sister.

A fuck buddy's niece. A good friends lolo. A new friend's lolo. An ex officemate's lolo.

All of which are just a few weeks or months apart.

The year haven't even ended and yet I've known and witnessed more deaths than any human being is allowed to bear. I try to shrug this off, but now I fear for the sick ones that I know.

I've only talked to one friend about this but I was saddened by his reaction.

"Naku! Sana hindi ako yung sumunod! Marami pa akong gustong gawin sa buhay!"

I know he meant it as a joke but I could smell fear from his words. He seemed to actually believe that I was like this bringer of death that wrecks havoc to the lives of people around him. I hope it was not the reason why a supposed gang get together was not pushed hard enough into fruition. It's very laughable. Especially when he talks openly about me being just as part of his family as all his blood kins are. But I can't really blame him. Superstitions run deeply in our blood. Especially when we think our lives are at stake. I guess I'd  be expecting some "friends" to suddenly want nothing to do with me when they know about this too.

I'm not really the superstitious type but it just unnerves me to be surrounded by this many deaths. I can't explain it either. Coincidence? Omen? Am I just just more aware of deaths now than before? I don't know.

Now I feel such a freak.


photo from here

Monday, August 29, 2011

Bridges and a Funeral (Part 1 of 2)

She has been fighting cancer for 3 years. Lymphoma. Her health was a rollercoaster ride for all of us. One day doctors and lab results tell us she's getting better, then some months after, she's back in chemo and radiation.

Although felt and showed differently, I know my sister's passing was a shock to all of us. I used to think that when you get used to having a sick relative for so long, the time that they succumb to their illnesses would have been the time that you've subconsciously (or consciously) prepared for halfway their sick lives.

I guess reality really is a lot of shades darker than theory. You always think you know how a certain situation would turnout because you have ran them through a thousand times in your head with logical simulations. But it catches you by the tail when it actually happens because you lack one important data. Emotion. Actual emotion. And kicking them out from the equation would throw your chart way off because, well, you don't really know how you would exactly react on things until they're in front of you. Just like how the old saying goes.

Not crying when I learned about my sister's death made me shame myself but I knew it was not the case when I took it all in during the wake. Well, okay, I didn't really cry. I just got teary eyed (the worst would be a tear nearly escaping my lower eyelashes).
I realized I was rejecting the idea. I kept my sadness in check. Breathing deeply and blinking fast whenever emotions are about to flood, tears start to well up and lumps start to block my throat. That was the part of me who didn't want to bee seen as less than a man by crying and sobbing. Especially when all the clan have gathered on that occasion. I was purposely preventing my thoughts into venturing deeper in my heart to fish out emotions. I kept it in the shallows of just knowing the facts. My sister died. We mourn. We socialize.



Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Dear Diary (Part 1 of 2)

August 07, 2011 (Sunday)

Dear Diary,

For the past weeks palagi nalang sumusulpot sa isip ko si Ex#5. Ewan ko ba. Maybe it's from listening too much of Papa Jack's radio show. Then today a friend told me some news about him. It's good to hear he's starting to do something good about his life but was afraid of hearing more than that. I realized that his effect on me still lingers in one of the deepest recesses of my mind. Coming out only when I thought I shrugged it all off when I came here and spent months of self discovery. Sabi nga sakin ng friend na yun, "Ang bitter bitter muna!". Maybe. Maybe not. But that made me regret the follow up text message I sent him. I'm going back to Manila for a one week break this September. Should I avoid crossing paths with him to not disrupt my healing process or should I look fear straight in the eyes and face him to conquer my weakness and be freed of this emotional attachment? Does he want to see me at all? Ugh! Just when I thought my Adele listening days are over!

(EDIT: 08/21/'11 Napaaga ang pagkikita namin ni Ex#5 and naging ok naman na kami. It turned out na wala naman palang dapat ika-worry.)





August 08, 2011 (Monday)

Dear Diary,

Exam namin ngayon sa Geotech. I only had one day to study kaya nose bleed and drama ko. It wasn't hard. May mga topics lang akong di naisama sa cramped study time na binigay ko sa sarili ko. I'll have to be ready next time.

On a lighter note, araw yata ngayon ng mga adik text messages na tulad ng mga 'to.

Texter#1: Low ev,bei

(Yes. Hindi ko din maintindihan kung ano ibig nyang sabihin but my common sense roughly translated it to mean "Hello. Good evening, bai." Is this the next plague to short message sending after the Jejemon Text?

Texter#2: Ano mas murang cake? Red Ribon or Goldy Lucks?

Okay, Red Ribon I can forgive, but Goldy Lucks?!? WTH?! I replied with, "Goldy Lucks". I can only imagine how he felt when he went to buy the cake and saw the store's name.

On a naughty note naman (puro notes? why, of course! I love notes!), later that evening, Goldy Lucks got lucky. After a month of drought, I finally went on a (sex)date again. I later learned that Goldy Lucks has a doctorate degree in Philosophy and Social Sciences and some Education stuffs and also an english major to boot (he showed me his resume and let me read it). It left me wondering. That much education and no sense of correct spelling? I did ask him why he asked about the cakes to get some reaction. He was oblivious. It was a good thing he's so good looking and manly. Okay, okay, maybe I'll cut him some slack for being a busy person who just came back from Singapore last month.

Now, I know this is the part everyone reading is excited about. Yes, we had sex. It was awkward though. Our background music are gospel songs and it was hard enough getting my dick associated with a new mouth. It only got harder listening to people sing "I love you, Jesus." while grinding.




Photo from here.

August 09, 2011 (Tuesday)

Dear Diary,

Hindi ako nakauwi sa boarding house kagabi kasi dun nako pinatulog ni Goldy Lucks sa bahay niya. Masyado lang siyang too-much-information. Revealing personal stuffs too easily to a total stranger and from what I could make up from his stories, he seem to be someone of high stature, was married and has two kids. We talked a great length until he asked me, "Gusto mo ba ako?". He paused a while to wait for my reply. His question was too demanding. Of course I like him.. enough to have a tryst with him but I couldn't just tell him that was all. It could hurt my chance for a second helping of the carnal experience we shared last night. Realizing that I'm having a hard time thinking for something to say, he continued, "Gusto kasi kita." Right. Like that statement made it easier for me to come up with a good line. It strained my mind that I was sure my face was making contortotions like I was constipated. I glued a smile and showed some teeth and prepared to say something but was not sure what. While my mind was battling with its own whether to be honest or to sugar coat, I heard myself blurt out an "Eh?". Realizing how stupid that sounded, I followed it up with "Ang bilis bilis mo naman kasi. First meeting palang natin. Hindi pa natin kilala ang isa't isa." While those words parted my lips, I was sure I heard someone make a snide comment at the back of my mind, 'Oo nga. First time and then sex agad. Haha!'. and then someone retorts with 'Eh kaya nga sexdate eh!' Anyways, he was fast to say na, "Nakakaadik ka kasi." Phew! It was a relief that is was just that shallow. I couldn't afford to be in a relationship in my current emotional state and in this current time.

We got out of bed at 9:30AM. He told me to wait while he prepares for work. We parted ways in front of his office building. While ascending a flight of stairs, he made some gestures and mouthed some words to me but not having worn my eyeglasses, I could not see what he was trying to say.

I was late for the morning class (8:00Am) so I just decided to sleep some hours off and attend the 1:00PM class.

Later that afternoon, I learned that Kent (one of my crushes in our boarding house) moved to another dormitory. Ang sad lang. Hindi ko na siya nakikita araw-araw. Hindi ko na siya natititigan ng matagal. Hindi ko na masisilayaan ang smile niya, na kahit may sungki, ay cute at nagpapakilig sa akin. Haaay. Ang landi ko lang.

August 10, 2011 (Wednesday)

Dear Diary,

Alam mo, nakakainis. The scores of our mid Pre Board Exam was posted today and my heart sank. Ako ang pinaka mababa sa aming grupo and at the bottom 30% of the class! Dinah, who's the slowest in our group, bested me by 15%. People have been asking me kung ano nangyari kasi karamihan sa kanila sa akin nagtatanong about the lessons. I felt like a fraud. Well, I could only blame myself. Masyado akong confident at stubborn at tamad at puro kalandian ang inaatupag. Time to get serious.

It's also a good thing na malapit ko nang matapos ang Shaman's Crossing ni Robin Hobbs. Naadik ako. It has been eating up a lot of my study time since I started reading it last Sunday. Hindi siya katulad nung huli kong nabasa na "Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter" by Seth Grahame-Smith ) (which was a bore, IMHO)at "Kapitan Sino" ni Bob Ong (this one's a gem!) na natatapos ko sa loob ng saktong isang linggo bawat isa dahil kaya kong tiisin na hindi sila mabasa. When it comes to Shaman's Crossing, I couldn't resist. It was the longest book I've read pero I read it the shortest. I was suddenly alarmed. Baka matulad 'to sa comic book collection ko na I had no choice but to delete kasi I couldn't stop reading. And since malapit ko na nga siyang matapos, I'm giving myself just that and then won't read the sequel unless it's a Sunday (rest day from study). I don't want get into a situation where I'm forced to destroy my book collection. I'm a geek that way.

Sinisingil na nga pala ako dito sa boarding house but I couldn't pay yet. I loaned a big chunk of my allowance to Tina last week for a family emergency. It was a good call that time para maforce akong magtipid and she promised to pay within this week. Yun nga lang, isang malaking fail. She only managed to pay me 30% of what she owed me. Just enough to get me through the week. Well, I don't really need the money now and I know our land lady is understanding enough to let me pay the rent on Monday so it was not a big deal for me. But it made me wonder. Was it wise to have agreed so easily for her to just pay some amount today and the remaining next week which is totally out of the context of our deal's conditions? Could it instill in her mind that I always have money readily available to be loaned and that I don't need it that much to think that it's ok to pay late? I thought about my landlady and asked myself if that was what I was exactly doing to her. Haizt.



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Sunday, August 21, 2011

Dear Diary (Part 2 of 2)

August 11, 2011 (Thursday)

Dear Diary,

Wala kaming class today pero may special employment examination sa review center ang DASH Engineering. It's a Japanese subsidized design firm dealing mostly with plant and ship building. I learned that most of their projects are petro chemical plants. Sila ang manufacturer ng mga raw materials for making plastic. Habang dini-discuss yun nung general manager ng company, parang nag dalawang isip ako. I asked myself if I'm willing to work for people responsible in making those filth that kills the planet. Ayan, heto na naman ako sa mga self righteous thoughts ko. Naalala ko lang din that I had the same feeling back in my last work in Laguna. It was a housing project. Class B town houses built over rice fields. Ayun. I had that realization when I was inspecting a unit and when I turned to the window, I saw Mt. Makiling with all her glory. The remaining ricefields surrounded her like peasants worshipping a goddess. I felt dread knowing that in a couple of years, those serene ricefields will become subdivisions made of cold concrete. And I was helping in setting the destruction of such a beautiful world in action. And sad lang.

Back to the examination. I was expecting some IQ and personality tests, which were what I was accustomed to answer in employment exams like this, but it turned out to be all technical stuffs. There were some basic maths, which was too basic that I had a hard time answering, and designs. It wasn't that hard because most of them were tackled in review and some are common sense problems. I think I have a good chance in passing, then I only have to worry about the interview with the four Japanese heads and the general manager himself. If I pass then I have secured a good job that does not require passing the board exam. Of course there's my moral doubts but it could be a good fall back. Though I don't think of it that much and take it seriously because my mission is to pass the board exam this November 2011.

Talking about the board exam, may exam nga pala kami sa Hydraulics tomorrow! Study time!






August 12, 2011 (Friday)

Dear Diary,

Grabe puyat kagabi! I slept past 3:00 AM na and woke up around 7:00 AM. Ayoko nang manyari yung nangyari sa past exams ko sa review center. Nakakahiya. Kaya ayun, todo aral and I'm proud to say na I've answered every last questions! Yebah! I'm expecting a 100% score pero there could be +-5% margin of error just in case I shaded the wrong boxes kasi time na nung nag shading na ako ng answer sheets. Worst case na ang 95%. But I'm confident in my answers and it feels good. I hope to keep my future exams that way. And with that, I'm giving myself the permission to start reading the sequel to Shaman's Crossing, "Forest Mage". Excited!


'Nga pala, Tina has been talking about this group of cebu bloggers that promotes their product (Enjoy Phillippines) and I asked her if I could write for them (para may lireng priviledge kit! Haha!). Sabi niya okay daw na idea yun (siyempre hindi ko sinabing may blog ako. sabi ko lang mahilig ako magsulat) and will call the group. Pero kailangan ko munang magregister to this site na nakalimutan ko na. Tanong ko nalang sakanya mamayang dinner since sa weekends pa din naman ako makakapag internet.

Sleep mode muna. Kailangan mag recharge.






August 13, 2011 (Saturday)

Ang Saturday ng review namin ay nakalaan sa group studies about the previous weekly exam. Having confidence in my scores, I didn't feel the need to attend. I slept the morning off.

Kagigising ko lang and was doing some light reading when my father called me, which he usually does to check up on me. But that wasn't his intention this time.

"Wala na si Kim."
He was trying to be calm, as it was his training in the army under times of crises, but his voice was full of sadness.

"'Di nga Pa?"
It was a stupid question. I knew my father would not joke about his childrens' death, much more about my little sister's, who's been struggling from the clutches lymphoma for three years. But it was all I could muster, given the difficulty of the situation.

There was silence. I knew our minds were both denying that my sister just died and accepting the fact that she just did.

"Kelan Pa?"

"Kanina lang. Umuwi ka na dito. I'll send you your ticket" This time, emotions were too great that his soldier's calm is on the verge of collapsing. He had to hang up.

When I heard the news from my father, I felt nothing. No rushing of blood in the head. No upset stomach. No jelly knees. No cold sweats. No tears. It felt just like someone told me a bad joke that does not deserve any recognition. Could it be that my mind was rejecting the idea of my little sister passing away? Or was it just having a hard time digesting the news? Was it the fact that I'm always away and far from home and had little time of interaction with my siblings that their death has no impact in my emotions? Or did I have such a stone heart that I could not be sad for what happened? But I loved my little sister. I know I did. And I was ashamed that I did not feel grief. I hated myself for it.

I flew home to Manila at 4AM the next day.











Saturday, August 13, 2011

Kimberly

"Golden Heart"

God saw you getting tired
and a cure was not meant to be,
So he put his arms around you
and whispered "Come to Me".
With tearful eyes we watched you,
as we saw you pass away.
Although we loved you deeply,
we could not make you stay.
Your Golden Heart stopped beating,
hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.

Copyright © 1997 Therese Williamson





Goodbye little sister. Your memories will always be with us.

:(



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Friday, August 05, 2011

Jack Out of the Box




Photo from here

I know a lot of gay people who refuse to believe that gay relationships are inferior to those of heterosexual ones because they never seem to last. But who can really blame them? We were trained by society and religion with a boxed notion of right and morally acceptable set of rules to follow - and that does not include being gay and being in a relationship.

It could also be because of all the failed relationships, or lack thereof, they had in the past. Having thought of all possible explanations they could conjure in their minds on why those ended the way they have and coming up with the conclusion, but refusing to believe, that they are the ones responsible in one way or another, they cling to the notion that "gay relationships do not work" to spare themselves. For the acceptance of errors are for the courageous, humble and wise alone.

In reality, there really isn't that much of a difference between heterosexual and homosexual relationships. Both go through the same problems. Infidelity, petty quarrels, jealousy, mistrust, possessiveness, incompatibility and the likes. I guess the only leverage straight relationships have is the fact that they can come out in the open and have all these social rules backing them up and guiding the relationship. Although beneficial, being put inside a box could prove to be a double edged sword for this box could easily become a prison.

Gay ones on the other hand are mostly born out of secrecy that's why whenever things go south it's easy to break things up because it's a tabboo after all, right? After basking in the good things of this "tabboo", we suddenly turn self righteous declaring that ending things is the right thing to do when bad things explode. Without the external force of the "box", there is always an easy exit. But without the box, there is freedom of the soul. You can be who you really can be. But venturing outside the confines of the social paradigms is scary for there are no rules but your rules. The guiding force for living outside the box comes solely from within you, your values, priorities, will power and strength of character. For without those, you're just like a smoke vanishing into thin air as it escapes its confinement.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Hesperioidea

Confirmed!

Hindi pa naman pala ako nag devolve into a society-pressured-and-brain-washed-gay-turned-straight-guy-daw like what I have written in my previous post. Pa-effect lang pala yun!

But seriously, Cebu has this certain effect on me. Or it could just be the fact na malayo ako sa lahat ng pwedeng gumulo sa isip ko at hindi crazily fast paced and buhay dito, giving me time to discover who I really am and be aware of all my thoughts.

It could also be the people around me. It's a humbling experience na makasalamuha ang mga tao from all sorts of walks of life. May mga may kaya. May mga super tipid para magkasya ang allowance na P1,000 a month. May mga workaholic. Mga nagbabagong buhay. Mga simpleng probinsyano. May mga pursigido. Mga relihiyoso. Conservative. Wild. May mga may itsura. Meron ding di pa nauuso ang mga beauty ngayong 21st century. Mga Muslim. Christian. Ilocano. Cebuano. Bicolano. Davaoeno. Surigaonon. Waray. Ilonggo.

Everyone has their own inspiring stories to tell na talagang mapapabilib ka. Parang nag marathon ka lang ng one year worth of episodes ng Maalaala mo Kaya habang nakikipag kwentuhan. Yung tipong pang teleserye ang mga buhay. It really happens pala talaga. (Syet! I'm so coño!)

Everyone starts off as strangers pero somehow, amidst all those differences, maganda ang pakikisama ng lahat and away from all the glitz, glamour, fast pace and superficiality of city life, I realized that there are things bigger than me and my own little drama club at hindi lahat nasusukat sa kung ilan na ang FB friends mo, kung anong generation ang iPhone mo, ilan ang gaming consoles mo
na pang display lang, kotse, mga bansang napuntahan, gaano kadami ang bote ng anti-aging creams mo, gaano kalaki ang sahod mo at gaano ka kadalas mag night-out. People I've met here are people who have strived hard to survive. People who're so full of dreams, it overflows and infects every veins in your body. May mga taong mas malaki pa ang problema at napagdaanan sa buhay kesa sa akin pero ang lakas ng fighting spirit. Very overwhelming talaga ang experience knowing and being surrounded by these kind of people.

It made me feel more alive and as I learned the lessons about their life stories, I learned so much more about mine.

They are my cocoon.







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Sunday, July 17, 2011

Paradigm Shift

I deleted all my scratching post contacts.

I turn my head to girls passing by and give them a hot-or-not stare.

I'm having girl crushes.

Daydreams about having a girlfriend.. and having sex.

Attends a weekly Men's Group that talks about how to be a real man and - gasp! - the bible

And now I've been reading Sex & Love Guide for Men on how to satisfy girls for days now.

WHAT THE HELL?!?!



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Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Finding My True North (Part 2 of 3)


I am not trying to preach or get all philosophical here but when you get to finally see things clearly and feel your connection with the universe, you'd want the world to know. Leonardo Da Vinci was right when he said, "Everything, in some way, is connected to everything else in the universe."

I guess I was first made aware of this fact when my aunt helped my mom start a small business. Though I live with my dad because he's the well-off one, I help my mom out with my two siblings' school allowance. That's one of the reasons why I couldn't afford to be jobless back then. I needed to help. But the odds have been in favor of me. My aunt's help made my hands less bounded by that responsibility.

Then there was the continuous stress build up at work, the "magic" that's been happening in the site and in a work place where the licensed and ass-kissers get all the glory, I knew It's not the garden I wanna be planted in. I wanna bloom somewhere else.

Friends who finally passed the May 2011 CE Board Exam. There was a pang of envy when I saw their Face Book walls filled with congratulations.

Of course, the climactic break-up with the boyfriend was as dramatic as ever. Lots of MMK moments. A true crowd pleaser.

And there was my dad who's been constantly bugging me to take the board exam again. All expences paid by him.

I knew he was right when he told me that I'm just a half-baked engineer without the license. I guess passing the board exam is the "ting!" an oven makes when it's done baking. But I couldn't afford not to work back then so I just shrugged it off. I took out the cookie dough before the oven could even make its sound, put it on the shelves and planned for it to be completely comsumed by the molds of fear, procrastination, lack of ambition and interest. Or until someone hungry enough to ignore its half-baked goodness and moldiness comes along to take a bite. But is anybody ever that hungry?

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Finding My True North (Part 3 of 3)




So, given those opportunities, it was the best time to resign from work, battle my inner demons, review and retake the board exam. It was just all perfect. The timing. The events. The spiritual awareness. The personal growth. The professional knowledge.

But not before I resisted everything that's been happening. I guess it's human nature. Rebellion. Always going the other way. Always insisting what he wants. Not wanting to be led by something unknown. Or maybe I was just afraid of change. Afraid that after risking everything I have, I might screw it up. It was a big decision. I needed a sign.

So I tried to be better at work but just couldn't take sucking it up to the higher ups. Problems in my field are still the bitchiest. And worse, they kept on having puppies!

I tried to meet up with some guys but we really only wanted to be sucking each other's dicks. The ones that spark with me lead very complicated lives so we can't really hit it off at the moment.

I tried to do the forgive-and-forget crap with my former spark but it turned out to be far more complicated than that. So I ended up not acknowledging his presence on a get together with friends I invited him into. And him ending up on my blocked list and everyone strongly connected to him on my unfriend list.

I tried to block out my dad's constant ramblings about the board exam but he's right and he's paying, so he won over.

Then it was over. I knew exactly why I could never do all of those things. I was not supposed to. It was life telling me what I should be doing and where I should be doing it.

And so, just like the good boy I am not, I went with its flow. Not resisting even the tiniest bit.

Why Cebu?

Because it was where I wanted to be all along. I thought the decision was based on my dad's original plan of sending me here the first time around but my first day here was a revelation. A memory of my fifth grade art project came bursting into my thoughts. Drawn using oil pastel on a one-fourth sized illustration board, it was a city filled
with restaurants, malls, stores and movie houses. Then surrounding it is the deep blue sea with fishermen scattered across to experience its abundant produce. Not far away are the mountains. Green and shrouded by white clouds. It was supposed to be the place where I ideally want to live in.

When the memory faded, there I was, sitting at the back of a van my father's friend owns. Crossing the bridge from Mactan to Mandaue. Overlooking Cebu City and its neighbors. Mesmerized by the waves of blue surrounding it. Calmed by the green mountains that protect it.

I have never felt this sure about anything in my life before.

It was my sign.

Location:Biliran Rd,Cebu City,Philippines

Finding My True North (Part 1 of 3)

... or in this case, my True South.




It's been a month now since I first arrived here in the Queen City of the South to review for my board exam.

When friends ask me why, of all places, I chose to be exiled in this far flung city of Cebu when there is a plethora of civil engineering review centers proliferating in the busy streets of Manila, I just say, "I needed to escape a bitter past."

While it's not a lie, it's not the complete truth either. I just do it to give it a bit of drama and avoid long explanations. I'm never good at explanations. And I'm too lazy to give one. Three birds with one stone.

It was my failed relationship that gave me that final push to move way, waaaay down south. It was my kick-in-the-butt. And I am still bitter about that part.

Well, thinking about it, I have been following that direction my entire life. Makati. Taguig. Paranaque. Las Pinas. Muntinlupa. Laguna. Places that have chunks of my past. And now, Cebu. All to the south.

Anyways, those were just a part of a grand scheme of events that the universe set in motion to get me here.

Yes. The Universe.