Today is the third day that I took out rice from my diet and substituted it with wheat bread. It's good actually, you get full but never the bloated feeling you get from eating rice.
The reason for my suffering, I mean diet is because this coming November 14th, I will be attending a mini high school reunion, and I don't want guys from my high school telling me how big I am. I'm not really that big but when I was in high school I was thin--but not too thin. I'd better get ready because they might be comparing me with how I look like when I was still 14 years old. C'mon that was 10 years ago.
Another reason for this though is that on November 21st, Dee and I will be having my post-birthday celebration at the beach. I know, it's November and I know its cold, but I wanted to spend my birthday celebration at the beach. It will either be in Batangas or Puerto Galera. Nothing grand, just quality time together.
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Monday, November 02, 2009
Missing Amos, Adele and Apple.
About three months ago the files in my USB went corrupted. I really don't why and how that happened. All I know is that all my songs were there. Now, they're gone, my laptop could no longer find them.
Now, I'm kind of in the mood to listen to songs from Tori Amos, Adele and Fiona Apple, whose songs were all stored in that USB. Since my laptop couldn't locate the songs in my USB, I won't be able to transfer them to my Mp3 player. Sad. Really.
I really miss listening to Sleeps With Butterflies, Never is a Promise and Chasing Pavements. I really don't know why I suddenly wanted to listen to those songs, but I just did. Must be the obsessive compulsive in me. I guess I have to download them again.
Now, I'm kind of in the mood to listen to songs from Tori Amos, Adele and Fiona Apple, whose songs were all stored in that USB. Since my laptop couldn't locate the songs in my USB, I won't be able to transfer them to my Mp3 player. Sad. Really.
I really miss listening to Sleeps With Butterflies, Never is a Promise and Chasing Pavements. I really don't know why I suddenly wanted to listen to those songs, but I just did. Must be the obsessive compulsive in me. I guess I have to download them again.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Busy Week
This has been the busiest week I've had so far. I have a lot of deadlines to meet and I have to spend my precious time wisely because if not, I would fall out of schedule and might get slashed for the payments that I will be receiving from my so-called raket. Even this November 1st, I have to pass a six-page article and on November 3rd, a four-page one.
Anyway, come November 18th will be my birtrhday and all the money I will be getting paid for this coming 15th would all be splurged on celebrating my birthday. Hehehe...
So, after all this week's hardwork, I plan to take a rest and probably get a good massage.
Oh and by the way, Happy Halloween to y'all bitches!
Anyway, come November 18th will be my birtrhday and all the money I will be getting paid for this coming 15th would all be splurged on celebrating my birthday. Hehehe...
So, after all this week's hardwork, I plan to take a rest and probably get a good massage.
Oh and by the way, Happy Halloween to y'all bitches!
Monday, October 26, 2009
Philippine Fashion Week
I saw three shows of this season's Philippine Fashion Week. The unfortunate thing was, I still don't have my camera with me. I will be getting it from my sister this week. Damn, I missed a lot of great moments there.
Lesson learned: Wag magpahiram ng camera! hehehe...
Lesson learned: Wag magpahiram ng camera! hehehe...
Monday, October 05, 2009
The weekend at GMA
It really breaks my heart every time I see the homeless victims of Ondoy, especially the children and the old ones. I asked Dee if we could give something, even just a small amount of goods. Last Saturday, we went to the newly-opened SM Hypermarket near our house and bought sardines and noodles. After that, we went straight ahead to GMA Kamuning and gave our little donation.
Upon arrival, we asked if we could help repack the goods, but we have to register in order for us to do so. Two others were there too to give their donations, they also wanted to help repack but they too, like us, were unregistered. When we were about to leave, the lady who accepted our donation called us back and said that she can squeeze the four of us in to help in the repaacking. We helped in the repacking of old clothes, soap, alcohol, insect repellant and toothpaste. It was a bit itchy because of the dust coming from the old clothes, but that was nothing compared to all the suffering that our fellowmen are experiencing right now. The itch was nothing, what mattered most was that we were, in our own little way, helping the people in need. I took some pictures but unfortunately my sister borrowed my camera and I forgot to transfer the pictures to my laptop. Anyway, I'll post them here once I got my camera back.
The day after that, I went to my sister’s house, because my other sister had to borrow my camera. I asked them if they have some old clothes to donate. My two nieces gave their old pajamas, shirts and shorts. The younger of my two nieces, who is only 3 years old, gave her little Crocs slippers away. My sister asked their neighbor if they have something to give. They gave me was a big plastic full of children's clothes as well as for adults. They were still very decent dresses and thought that whoever will be receiving this will surely be thankful and happy.
That Sunday night, I texted Dee to pick me up at my sister's house, when he arrived we immediately went back to GMA Kamuning, wasted no time and delivered the clothes.
We hope that even with those small help, we were able to lighten that our fellowmen had to carry on their shoulders. I never thought that helping others that way would be such a nice feeling inside.
For those who are still homeless, we pray for you. God will never fail us.
Upon arrival, we asked if we could help repack the goods, but we have to register in order for us to do so. Two others were there too to give their donations, they also wanted to help repack but they too, like us, were unregistered. When we were about to leave, the lady who accepted our donation called us back and said that she can squeeze the four of us in to help in the repaacking. We helped in the repacking of old clothes, soap, alcohol, insect repellant and toothpaste. It was a bit itchy because of the dust coming from the old clothes, but that was nothing compared to all the suffering that our fellowmen are experiencing right now. The itch was nothing, what mattered most was that we were, in our own little way, helping the people in need. I took some pictures but unfortunately my sister borrowed my camera and I forgot to transfer the pictures to my laptop. Anyway, I'll post them here once I got my camera back.
The day after that, I went to my sister’s house, because my other sister had to borrow my camera. I asked them if they have some old clothes to donate. My two nieces gave their old pajamas, shirts and shorts. The younger of my two nieces, who is only 3 years old, gave her little Crocs slippers away. My sister asked their neighbor if they have something to give. They gave me was a big plastic full of children's clothes as well as for adults. They were still very decent dresses and thought that whoever will be receiving this will surely be thankful and happy.
That Sunday night, I texted Dee to pick me up at my sister's house, when he arrived we immediately went back to GMA Kamuning, wasted no time and delivered the clothes.
We hope that even with those small help, we were able to lighten that our fellowmen had to carry on their shoulders. I never thought that helping others that way would be such a nice feeling inside.
For those who are still homeless, we pray for you. God will never fail us.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Coming Out
I finished my workload early today and all that's left to do is do Facebook, browse the net and read blogs to let time fly by. I visited one of my favorite blogs, Manila Gay Guy. I browsed through Migs'(the blog administrator) old posts and have read stories about coming out, labeling and a whole lot more. The stories were nice, heartwarming, heartbreaking and really fun to read, especially the comments from the readers.
There were two posts that I read that left me wondering. The first one was the story of a military man who despite his age still in the closet, the other one, a post from somebody who was ranting over other gay people who label themselves as "bisexuals". I found the two posts relevant to who I was before.
Back when I was younger, during my late teen years, I also branded myself as "bi", not because I both enjoy having sex with both girls and boys but because I wanted to convey an image to possible partners who wouldn't want somebody who is gay. The problem is, when people hear that you're gay, they always associate it with being girly, effeminate or the traditional way people think of bakla. I must admit that during those times, I was till in denial that I was really gay. Still hoping that one day, I would turn straight. The post from MGG said the same that those people who label themselves as bisexual only use the term to look cool and to cover up their homosexuality.
When I was 17, I came out to my friends. When I turned 20, I came out to my mom and my sister. I felt glad while reading the other post about the closeted military guy, because I had the courage to come out to the people that mattered to me. The courage came out probably because during college, everyone was okay with being gay. The college I went to in fact was teeming with beautiful gay people, from the masculine macho gay men to the flamboyant long-haired divas who walk the school lobby as if they were Victoria's secret models. The environment that a gay guy belongs into does play an important factor in his decision to come out. For the military guy, I hope that he finds the right time and the courage to come out to his family and the people around him.
Now as for labeling myself, now that I'm 25, I no longer call myself bisexual. I have learned to embrace the terms "bakla", "bading", "beki", "badingerzee", "badette", "ateh" and a whole lot more. I felt so blessed that I came into terms with my sexuality at the right age with the right people who gave me the courage to do so. Because if I had not, I might still be labeling myself as "bisexual" until now, and would still be in denial about my true self.
There were two posts that I read that left me wondering. The first one was the story of a military man who despite his age still in the closet, the other one, a post from somebody who was ranting over other gay people who label themselves as "bisexuals". I found the two posts relevant to who I was before.
Back when I was younger, during my late teen years, I also branded myself as "bi", not because I both enjoy having sex with both girls and boys but because I wanted to convey an image to possible partners who wouldn't want somebody who is gay. The problem is, when people hear that you're gay, they always associate it with being girly, effeminate or the traditional way people think of bakla. I must admit that during those times, I was till in denial that I was really gay. Still hoping that one day, I would turn straight. The post from MGG said the same that those people who label themselves as bisexual only use the term to look cool and to cover up their homosexuality.
When I was 17, I came out to my friends. When I turned 20, I came out to my mom and my sister. I felt glad while reading the other post about the closeted military guy, because I had the courage to come out to the people that mattered to me. The courage came out probably because during college, everyone was okay with being gay. The college I went to in fact was teeming with beautiful gay people, from the masculine macho gay men to the flamboyant long-haired divas who walk the school lobby as if they were Victoria's secret models. The environment that a gay guy belongs into does play an important factor in his decision to come out. For the military guy, I hope that he finds the right time and the courage to come out to his family and the people around him.
Now as for labeling myself, now that I'm 25, I no longer call myself bisexual. I have learned to embrace the terms "bakla", "bading", "beki", "badingerzee", "badette", "ateh" and a whole lot more. I felt so blessed that I came into terms with my sexuality at the right age with the right people who gave me the courage to do so. Because if I had not, I might still be labeling myself as "bisexual" until now, and would still be in denial about my true self.
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