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I'm not a whore. But I'm not a virgin, either.
The OpenMinded Love
Another blue moon ahead of you, people!
This time it's a rainbow band.
From OpenMind. Your first step to stop hatred, bigotry, prejudice, and discrimination.
For more info, click the rainbow band or go here >> OpenMind.
The Battle of the Sexes
PBBCE Update!
I didn't get the chance watch the episode, but what the heck?! I'm still having this update!
1. Rustom's Little Secret.
On the 25th day, Wednesday, March 01, 2006, Rustom Padilla a.k.a. 'Showbiz' Prodigal Son' admitted to his housemate/bestfriend, and my personal fave, Keanna Reeves a.k.a. 'Kilabot ng Senado' that he's gay.
"BECAUSE I AM GAY...!. Ang hirap, kasi hindi ako masamang tao...na malamang gay ako." Rustom said, tearfully.
"Lalo kitang nirespeto Rustom...sa harap ko...Sobrang bilib ako sa 'yo. Grabe ka..." Keanna whispered as she hugs a crying Rustom.
2. Kilabot ng Senado at Garden
While Rustom is pouring his heart out and tears and spilling all the beans and dark past to bestfriend Keanna, the Kilabot tells the now-breaking-down Prodigal Son, in the
middle of the heart-to-heart talk,
"Pwede ako umihi?"
Talk about ruinning a moment! Anyway, so there, she went and did the thing she needed to do ..on the bushes! Oh god..I could not believe her. But I still like her. Hence, her new alias. Of course, Big Bro warned her of her actions,
"Bawal bastusin ang kabahayan ko."
Ughh.. Big Bro is so corny.
The Great Betrayal
You got mail!
To My Beloved,
I forgive, oh I do. But I surely don't forget.
Love, Fuck You
To My Precious,
You can never get this tick off of you.
You just can't.
Love, Your Beloved
To Mrs. Huber,
I will keep my lawn looking nice, and I will make sure that my music isn't played to loud, and if I get some of your mail, heck, I'll run it right over. 'Cos that's what good neighbors do.
But from now on, when I run into you on the street, and I say 'Good morning, Mrs. Huber' or 'How are you, Mrs. Huber', just know, that inside, I am quietly but decidedly hating your guts.
Good evening, Mrs. Huber.
Love, Susan
Queerism: Literarereely Queer.
Usher.
I'm fucked. And without lube. ~ Brian Kinney
Incontinence
Thursday. Blah blah blah. Yada yada yada.
Synopsis: I'm knee-deep in shit.
Sequel coming soon to blogs near you!
Mood Swings
Friday. Oh, whatta friday. I've always loved and cherish my Fridays for it's the end of the week and, at the same time, start of the happy hour. This particular Friday was no different, it's way better, even! Friday ended my frustration and started a new one, Saturday. As much as my Friday sucked, I still love Fridays and Fridays will always be my favorite day. Did I just mention Friday 3 times in one sentece?
Hot Flashes
Saturday.
0000: gasul, bigas, asukal, katangahan.
0200: gasul[down], bigas, asukal, katangahan.
0300: gasul[down], bigas[down], asukal, katangahan.
0400: gasul[down], bigas[down], asukal[down], katangahan.
0700: Gox, katangahan.
0720: LRT, katangahan.
0730: MRT, katangahan.
0800: GMA-Kamuning, katangahan.
0830: PAI @ Parks & Wildlife, katangahan.
0831 - 1530: katangahan.
1630 onwards: on the brink of going insane.
Drying Up
Sunday.
I'm so watching my long-overdue TV series.
QAF Episode 305: Ethan, Justin's current bf, is offered a deal for his record, only, Ethan has to give up Justin; for being gay might ruin his career. At first, Ethan refused, but after having a quickie talk (no pun intended!) with Brian, he accepted the deal. And then, everything was a rollercoaster ride:
Justin: So, when you're saying that we'll be together no matter what, how exactly are we supposed to do that?
Ethan: We'll make it an adventure. Secret rendezvous. Torrid encounters..
Justin: No, I came out of the closet once, I'm not going back in.
Ethan: I'm not asking you to. All I'm saying is people don't need to know who we are; who, what we mean to each other, ..all that matters is we know.
Night Sweats
This only happens once in a blue moon, so, forgive me if I'm not very good at this..
As my good deed for this blue moon, I've put the white band which symbolizes the global fight to end poverty. I'm also using my prowess to make an advocacy poster campaigning the fight to end poverty for my project in Relsfor.
For more info, click the white band or go here >> MakePovertyHistory.org/
Queerism: Literarereely Queer.
What we are in bed is who we are in life.
Shit Happens
So, basically, this part is all about me bitching about today. First, I woke up super late, at around 2pm and my class starts at 2:30. So, I have to literally jump out of bed and took my shower. Usually, my bath is at least 20 minutes or so, this morning ..err.. afternoon, t'was only about 15 minutes because I can't afford to have another late mark on my record. Next class. We discussed about the Europe and the Philippines in the 19th century and how this country gets this fucked up. Next class. It was fun ..playing Tekken 5 with Lulu. Yeah, yeah, I skipped it. Last and least class. Uhm, did I mention one of my favorite hobbies is skipping classes?
Brokeback Mountain Fever
This music video breaks my heart all over again. Argh.
This vid is not advisable viewing for Brokeback Mountain haters, homophobes, for that matter. I don't wanna see comments about how sick I am for loving the film, because I'm not ..you are.

True love stories never have endings.
Milk, it is!
Milk. Yeah, milk. Milk: gift to my valentine. I know milk is best with cookies but chocolates, valentine prefers. Ain't that sweet?
Sour milk. That's what my midterm exam was like. I took it with courage, self confidence, my head up high, pens and notes ready. I also took it without any idea. You see, this is how I live my life; I live for adventure, I live for thrill. And now, I'm just saying these because I'm groggy and sleepy and partially out of my mind.
Gimme a few more minutes and I'm out.
Queerism: Literarereely Queer.
I'm still hung up over my Brokeback Mountain fever.
As Usual, Not As Usual
Today is just a day like any other day. Now what did I do in a day like any other day? Bitch about life. My classes sucked, especially Relsfor. Oh god, we, lemme rephrase that, they sang ancient songs, songs you'd only find six feet under. My beloved professor got his hair done and all perky with his equally ancient guitar. For a minute, I thought I entered the wrong room for it was like a wake, dead man singing, the only thing missing is the casket. Everyday, I experience different things, and today was no extraordinary day, I experienced hell. JPRizal was unusually boring today, no one can recite nothing [argh.]. Good thing, the only thing that keeps me going was there. Still in one piece, sporting The Rock's eyebrows, and being the anti-social that he is. Ugh, Curplan, Curplan, Curplan.. currently, I'm taking a break from my Curplan homework. I totally hate this subject as much as I love the professor. Oh, and yeah, I'm taking an exam tomorrow and I don't have any idea about it, as usual.
Not As Usual
Well, since nothing seems to be interesting in here, I found this thing while I was surfing and thought it'd be fun to do it. I am starting a new portion of my blog called "Queerism" where we shall get quite literary covering all sorts of queer phrases, sayings, quotes, and even made-up words! What constitutes as queer is open to interpretation. It can be funny, happy, intelligent, or plain weird! Take a pick! So, here it goes.
Queerism: Literarereely Queer.
My bags are pack for Brokeback Mountain.
