tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58141752009-02-21T09:10:48.664+08:00Many thoughts are buried here. Some happy, others sad. But they are all from the heart.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216714802179062996noreply@blogger.comBlogger200125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814175.post-1134639104717963262005-12-15T17:28:00.000+08:002005-12-15T17:39:47.003+08:00

Except for the struggle I have getting up each morning because of the onset of chilly December breeze, there’s practically no other hint of Christmas air in my place now. The wreath that has graced the front door for several years now has finally gave way. Or it has secretly buried itself long ago. I can’t even find it. But the other day, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to usher in the christmas

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Our emotions consume us most of the time when we're feeling the pits. We fret, we retreat, we lose grip on things, we break down. What makes it worse is a frequent attempt to romanticize the feeling of hurt and melancholy. It leads us deeper and deeper into despair and misery. I've been through a lot. In life and in love. I have lost count on the number of times I have run into despair and gloom.

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My modest tribute to the spirited life of the 80's where everyone was as vibrant and full of character as the dance steps, variety shows, movie themes and characters, and hairstyles in that era. And to one particular production number of one particular celebrity donning a particular costume and spraynet-loaded hairdo doing a particular glide onstage. Memories, memories. I am what I amI am my own

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My nine-day vacation which started last October 29 gave me three things I have been wishing for the longest time: An even tan, eight-hour sleep, and my first viewing episode of the celebrated US-version of the Queer As Folk. I am tanned already courtesy of a punishing regimen of rowing four times weekly on Manila Bay. You add this to my growing years spent mostly under the sun in a far-flung town

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I got my cousin J. to visit the house last week and stay for a few days. I kept myself so hard from trying not to probe too deeply. I didn’t want him to suspect that I have known all along the real reason he’s in the city. Yeah, he’s on a well-deserved vacation and yes, he has a convention to attend somewhere, but he’s really here to get his mind off from a tragic break-up with his girlfriend of

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There is a certain air of nervousness, something that you can’t see, but one that’s definitely in the air, when my folks and I talk during the weekly phone calls they make. They’d ask what my sister and I have been up to lately, if we have gone to visit relatives, how the peso-dollar exchange rate behaves, what items we plan to order, if we have used up all the Spam they sent in the last box, how

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Unlike my badminton guy friend A., there’s not a single nerve inside me that rouses any curiosity whatsoever to find out how my offspring will look like. I don’t remember any time in recent years that I dwelt on it, much less spent even a fleeting moment contemplating on the faintest idea how my sperm will transform itself thousand times over to become a seven-pounder baby nine months later.

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The last time I took a week-long vacation leave from work and headed to my hometown up north, I had two things in mind. One, be disconnected completely from computers and mobile phones and just lounge around our old daybed under a mango tree reading a book and two, be connected with my old high school classmates who have opted to remain in the province to build their family lives there. While the

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Somebody sent me this text message. I would need help understanding the unspoken words behind what was said. Can't help it,I get Freudian on you.Everything seems an innuendo.

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And just like that, the guy shoved his hand on my crotch as I made my way out of the locker area. He held his fingers together and cupped my bulge. I was shocked. I couldn't believe it. I looked at him and he quickly moved his gaze away from me. I then turned towards the exit, and there, the cleaning attendant was moving towards me. I didn't know if he witnessed what happened, but I'm sure if his

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My friend Omar would send me, on an average, around four forwarded text messages daily, all jokes. Normally, I would just press the delete button and wouldn't read any. I discovered recently that they were probably pre-screened already since they almost always end up throwing me in stitches.Here's one:Daddy: Anak, bili mo ako ng softdrinksAnak: Coke o Pepsi po?Daddy: CokeAnak: Diet o

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I’m squirming in my seat now as I write this. I don’t like to come out preachy or righteous or some pretentious guy so full of himself he forgets about living in this world. But I wanted to spend more time talking about my ideas on tasteful cruising lest I be accused as nothing but a grumpy old cantakerous mammal who’s just viciously bitter and resentful with the world. Admittedly, I am old and

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Hawiin mo ng sagwan mong matigasAng dagat ng pagnanasa.Sumabay sa indayog ng bangkaPalubog, pataas, pabulusokHanggang marating mo Ang rurok ng ligaya.----------My Mindanao-based friend Mitch, whom I haven’t seen in ages, wrote a poem for me after getting a clearer idea on dragonboat rowing following that documentary feature on local TV last week. She’s been sending me text messages a lot in the

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I have lived long enough to know the ins and outs of cruising. Not the kind that traverses countries and oceans, although it brings you the same heavy breathing and tensed muscles. I’m talking about gay cruising to be exact. Sometimes I can’t help by laugh quietly when I realize I have probably breathed cruising air for so long I can smell it from miles away. I can very well sense it in my

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It was the second dragonboat race for local club teams last Sunday. My friend Jed took this shot.I spent around nine to ten hours at Manila Bay for the 2nd Quarter Regatta, just about the same time it'll take for one to travel from Laoag in Ilocos Norte to Manila. Out of around 17 club teams in the men's division, we belonged to the six which reached the finals. We didn't get the top prize. No

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There is a statement my mom would always use to pacify me when, as a kid, I would throw tantrums whenever I failed to get what I wanted. Very calmly, she would say, “Make do with what you have.” And she would swiftly follow that with a reminder that we’re not well-off and we should be on guard against coveting things our playmates owned.I think it started with trivial things like shoes and

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I thought I was one of the very few who have perfected a certain set of body twists and bends to do this particular kind of clean-up. Apparently, there's a new way to do it without having to contort and strain your back.I've said this before and I'll say it again. Men should learn the virtue of grooming not just for their hair or whatever's left of it at the top but, more importantly, the ones

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To a certain extent, I am vain too. I’m terribly guilty and there’s no denying. I spend a considerable amount every month on foot massages, pedicures, lotions, moisturizers, facial creams, facial scrubs, body scrubs, and a whole lot of other pampering menu. Not only that, I make sure there are at least three different shampoos available at any one time when I take a bath aside from a number of

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September 9 vanished so quickly as it came. I didn’t even feel it enough. It turned up like a wink of an eye, something that was so uneventful you wouln’t even notice it was there. Like in my previous birthdays, I still spent the day by myself with nothing else in mind but a well-deserved rest and quiet time.I was roaming around the mall as early as ten in the morning that day. You would mistake

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Out of the blue, I felt water slowly wedge in my eyes and blurred my vision. I was close to letting my guards down and dramatically surrender to my feelings, but I thought I’ve been caught in a similar dilemma before and I’ve always managed to get through each time. I should be OK. But last Sunday afternoon however was different. This time, it was unusually difficult to keep my bearing and

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It was noon but the sun was out which made the weather a bit more bearable. Although not exactly a San Francisco kind of weather, the mild breeze were a refreshing delight as I walked down Ayala Avenue heading to lunch. The slightly chilling wind drove away the noontime heat and, at the same time, helped dry sweaty armpits and groin. I noticed several people swing their arms a bit farther from

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I got surprised finding out what Google has to say about my blog when you use the search engine to find it. I don't know how on earth this liner got there or who exactly put out that call to notify the writer about "objectionable content." Geeeezz!!------------------WebMga impormasyon tungkol sa promdi.blogspot.comLiving, Loving, Lusting Notify Blogger about objectionable content. What does this

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As I walked out of the office for lunch today, I stood momentarily in the hallway before swinging the door open. There it was on the radio. A familiar sound, a witness to my younger days when everything was light and fresh and naive.All of you out there who, at one time, got hooked on Xanadu's melody and refrain, here's to us.A place where nobody dared to goThe love that we came to knowThey call

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In an isolated village up in the remote parts of Ifugao, I found the perfect metaphor to explain my present love condition. It came in the form of three lifeless clothespins --- two snuggling tightly beside each other; another quietly sitting by its lonesome not so far from where two are.That’s how things have been in the last few weeks or so. Some of my friends seemed to have finally found their

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Observe closely. This is no ordinary bar graph. Every guy --- whether straight or gay, cut or uncut, virile or lethargic, popular or nameless, experienced or unexplored --- is represented here.Some people may raise their eyebrows, but global survey results say, on whole, men are just six inches long down there. There are a few who are excessively gifted, but it's not something that causes much

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