Monday, March 10, 2008

Non-sense Poems (Na Naman?)


SUN, WHERE ART THOU?
As I wake up from my slumber

The darkness enveloped the sky

It was occupied by the nimbuses

Forming those shadows up high

I thought of those days
When the sun usually greets me

But instead there was sorrow

Endless teardrops falling from heaven

Sun, where art thou?
I've been longing for you
To give me heat and energy

Enlighten me along the way

Sun, please make this day your day

Non-sense Poems


WAITING
Looking for some people around
Hoping that I may have found
Such a soul who will give in
And put an imprint on my surface
Through this rainy stormy weather
As I gather all my paraphernalia
Checking if nothing is missing
If all errors were vanished to oblivion
Making sure everything is alright
But suddenly you were not there
In times of my need, there was absence
I hate you and I want you to die

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Korni Joke of the Day (K.J.O.D.)


An old man looking at his prescription pad with the data NAME, AGE, SEX blah blah...
OM: "Six years old pala ako." (LoL)
Me: (Nakitawa na rin)

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

WoW ("words of wisdom") Quotes

From my serious instructor:

"Planning is not the past tense, it is the future."

"You should know how to solve the formula.."

"Organizing is a verb."

"Who are the mother people here? You should inventory your yaya."

Overheard from a classmate:

"Mi Ultimo Adios means My Ultimate God."

Friday, February 1, 2008

the word "gay"

The appropriate definition of gay is "a male who is attracted with the same gender".
But in our country, especially in the dominant conservative perspective, it would automatically refer to someone who acts effeminate. I know this is supposed to be wrong but in reality it happens. I think this is the reason why the self-declared bisexuals try to avoid the term.

The word "kikay" has changed its meaning. In post-war era, this used to refer to a flirty girl wearing thick make up and unfashionable/jologs-type outfit. But nowadays it would likely be linked with the term "sexy and fashionable".

I hope that this would also happen to the word "gay/bakla". If every PLU would have the guts to use this term, I think people will give due dignity to us if we ourselves would initiate such courageous move. There is power in unity but this wouldn't happen if we keep on bashing our race. World peace ; )

Friday, January 11, 2008

The war of chocolates

Which is sweeter? Which is better?

Ferrero or Cadbury?


“Life is like a box of chocolates”

You will never know what you’re going to have unless you open it and try one of the chocolates.

He grabs the box, opens it, sees a Golden wrapped chocolate ball, it never fails to stand out amidst the variety of chocolate balls in the box.

A Ferrero Rocher is probably one of the most favorite chocolate of girls and boys alike, a chocolate ball wrapped in gold, its very tempting, very SEDUCTIVE, very rare, you will never find a chocolate other than Ferrero, the chocolate is sweet, makes you wonder where it came from, makes you think how such a chocolate exist, its too good to be true. One bite is not enough, it is so ADDICTIVE that you want more.

He grabs again another Ferrero ball in the box.

He enjoys eating a Ferrero, a Ferrero gives everything, he wants you to be HAPPY, he gives you LOVE and quality TIME that you’ve always complained about your past relationships. He gives you what he thinks is BEST for you. He gives you the right ATTENTION. He TICKLES your inner senses. He gives you his LIFE.

You eat a Ferrero and slowly taste the sweetness in your mouth, you wouldn’t swallow it unless you think it’s the right time. A Ferrero NEVER COMPLAINS, take me as I am, even if it’s my life, but Ferreros do die, after eating what’s next? There’s nothing left for a Ferrero, a golden wrapper in your hand, what do you do?

You flatten it, you see there were bits of chocolate left, you slowly lick them, a Ferrero leaves you traces, a Ferrero NEVER LEAVES YOU, he NEVER HANGS YOU IN MISERY, he always wanted closure, he makes sure that you’ll ask for more but what do you do after licking it.

You slowly crumple and throw it in the bin. Ferreros never complain, we never rant about it. We just took it as a sign, MAYBE WE DESERVE SOMEONE BETTER, MAYBE WE THOUGHT ITS YOU, BUT I GUESS NOT, we’re just a chocolate, WE’RE NOT GREAT LIKE WHAT WE THINK WE ARE. Sometimes when it comes to love, Ferreros are STUPID.

But you just can’t get enough of Ferrero, you open the box again, you see there is just one Ferrero left, but then you see another chocolate, the Cadbury. You decided to try it out, after all a FORGIVING and UNDERSTANDABLE Ferrero wouldn’t mind right? Trying out a different chocolate gives you VARIETY and SPICE IN YOUR LIFE. You have always been ADVENTUROUS and a Ferrero loved you for that. Even if you’re afraid of COMMITMENT, I have loved you for that. But even with all that effort you still decided to leave the Ferrero alone or maybe leave the last piece of him for now, Are you saving the best for last? I don’t know! Maybe you can tell me.

Cadbury comes in different forms, sometimes with raisin, sometimes with almonds and sometimes even both, the Cadbury comes in a plain bar but its FULL OF SURPRISES, it has always been, you feel like your 17 and then you stop and think, maybe a Ferrero at 23 is too old for you, a Cadbury bar is BIGGER AND TALLER, a Ferrero is a small ball, its not enough for your appetite. A Ferrero is never enough for you. A Cadbury bar also gives you everything, every bar has a surprise, sometimes you feel some raisins in it, its give you sweetness, it gives you that feeling that you want more and you just cant get enough, sometimes its just plain chocolate, I don’t know for certain what does it mean, but for some its like a DULL moment. and being a Ferrero lover myself, I definitely agree. But like a Ferrero, it gives you everything, he makes sure you always come back; he makes sure you will never look for another chocolate again.


I guess the Cadbury doesn’t know that there is a single Ferrero ball left in the box. It wasn’t his fault, YOU NEVER TOLD HIM, he’s too FAR to see how a Ferrero looks like. IF ONLY HE KNEW, he will never let you eat him, he will give you a bitter taste you’ll never imagine a chocolate can be capable of, Who knows what you’re going to do with the last Ferrero ball? Will you come back and love the chocolate again? Will you let him stay there until you finish the rest of the Cadbury? A REBOUND CHOCOLATE? Did you left him there to make him stay while you enjoy the other and come back to him when you get tired, SELFISH? I don’t know! Having the best of both worlds? YES!

Is the Ferrero waiting for you? I don’t know! Come what may, A Ferrero will never give you up, but a Ferrero will always be a chocolate, Chocolates are meant to be eaten. I hope that when you realize its time for another Ferrero experience. I hope ITS NOT TOO LATE, I hope it’s still there waiting for you and YOU BETTER HOPE that NO ONE hasn’t discovered your chocolate box and CHASED HIM AWAY. Because LEAVING ME HANGING THERE IS LIKE GIVING ME AWAY.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Post ng Tamad

Happy New Year, guys!

It's been a year since my last post, and I'm thinking about resuscitating this "secret blog" of mine. I suppose 2007 has been exceptional for me in the sense that I was able to become more at ease with my sexuality. More friends have come to know the real me, and I am seriously considering having "the talk" with my parents real soon.

For now, I leave you with a borrowed post from a friend. I'm pretty sure that a lot of you can relate to this "tragic" love story

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"Unrequited Love"

All I ever wanted was to have a simple life: a loving husband, a couple of obedient kids, a comfortable home, and perhaps a dog. Scratch that. I don't want a dog. Active pets make domestic life more difficult than it has to be. I will probably just get a goldfish. Yeah, a goldfish or two would be good.

My first obstacle is, of course, finding the right man. At a ripe age of 25, I've never had a boyfriend. NBSB kumbaga. No Boyfriend Since Birth. Don't get me wrong. I am fairly attractive and quite a catch if I may say so myself. 5'5" in height, 110 lbs in weight. College graduate from a reputable school, and the bread winner of my family. I literally have the proverbial "long hair." I've had my fair share of suitors, but never found any of them suitable for me. I'd never say this out loud, but some of them are EWWW. They just don't do it for me.

That is, until I found him. The one.

Actually, I already knew him for quite some time, but it was only when I became his direct subordinate that my feelings flared up. Kind, outgoing, encouraging. I was in love. And I did everything imaginable (for a dalagang pilipina, that is) to make sure that my feelings were reciprocated. I tripled my efforts at work just for him to notice me more. I befriended his friends (yeah, even those who came straight from hell) just to get closer to him. I introduced him to my own friends and family members. I even started wearing skirts and other girlie outfits.

From the start, my friends discouraged me from falling for this guy. It was obvious, they said. He's gay. What the hell was I thinking falling in love with a gay guy? I will only end up being hurt or used. Just take a good look at him and his mannerisms. Even his friends tease him publicly, for crying out loud.

At first, I didn't listen. I didn't want to believe. I love him, how can he be gay? He looks so manly, how can he be gay? He used to have a girlfriend, how can he be gay? But all evidences appear to point to one conclusion: he may, indeed, be playing for the wrong team.

As I was convinced of his true orientation, my concept of reality began to alter. I tried to rationalize my feelings by telling myself that sex and intimacy do not really matter. What I am after is companionship and love. True love knows no boundaries, and a little thing like sexual attraction should not stand in the way of two people in love.

I wept. But I'm still hopeful. I need to have him. He is my only chance at happiness. It is a fight that I am not willing to give up.

The woes of unrequited love.

-- from http://buybuymo.multiply.com/journal/item/146