Saturday, September 20, 2014

Pain must never be a reason to stop you from loving

I blogged to express my thoughts. Thoughts that I cannot share with people who will not understand me. How I wish that I could come out in the open with these people who are very dear to me but I do not like to be burdened with their sadness so I chose to be happy with the people who can be happy with me - even if anonymously only. I am pretty sure that some know-it-all will say, ano bang paki mo kung hindi sila masaya sa happiness mo? But life is not just being about "me" or "I" alone. Life is all about co-existing, too and if it will not hurt you too much to have a secret life that you know will make another person unhappy, then have a secret life. That is not being a saint - that is being intelligent, hahaha.

When I blogged, I never expected that my readers will share the feelings that I felt with the stories that I wrote, specially the intimates ones - these stories are the least read but get the most feedbacks - that only goes to show that we are not just about sex, we are also very much into emotions.

This is a conversation I had with one of "U"s. I can understand his thoughts for that is almost universal to us. And I am sharing this with you because I believe that sharing is a step to understanding. For when one understands, he can be less afraid.

Ang Pangalawang Mrs. Real - Crazy thoughts of a mad man who is missing a loved one

For I thought of you and the way that it feels to be safe in
your arms

Its cold, dang, it is dang cold as the water zipped through my shoes.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I took one small frightened step to take me to the safe side. Funny

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Inabutan ng libog sa train si Kuya

Well, sa totoo lang nagawa ko na to sa LRT, kailan lang. The only difference is that the guy I sucked did not totally pull down his pants. Pero sa totoo lang, yung mga voyeur dedma lang naman talaga sila, tsaka hindi rin sila makakilos kasi matigas na rin yung titi nila. Empre, hindi mo gagawin yan ng may babae, kasi dun siguradong magkakaroon ng eskandalo. No matter how liberal/liberated that girl is....

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Hello, my name is Francisco

My name is Francisco, am Francis/Frisco to all my relatives, Kris to my friends and George to my maternal grandpa.
Gaston is the name of my younger brother. 

One time, I met a friend of my father who mistook me for my brother. So when this friend and my father saw each other, he told him about that encounter. My father face literally lit up. My brother was studying in PMMA then (am not sure if you're familiar with the school) and he being enrolled there was a source of pride and joy for my father. 

It was only then that I realized how unhappy my father was with me. I felt crushed. It was something that I did not understand and cannot cope with. So I became Gaston, first to his friends then to new acquaintances. Gaston and I are almost identical so pwede. I tried to be invisible as much as possible. Inaral ko nga pati pananamit nung brother ko, ha ha ha.