Saturday, October 30, 2010
I'm going crazy. Since I was in first year college, I've either been working during summer vacations or crazily working on org activities that I practically never really took a day off. Now that I am on sembreak, I made it a point to relax and not to work...although fine, I did take one writing project.
So anyway, what have I been doing for the past four days? Aside from desperately digging dirt that needs cleaning, I am on Modern Family Marathon. The series is very funny, but what really makes me stay and watch is this:
Hot Lawyer :(
Hello, sir, why don't you have topless pics? :<
All this ogling took me back to a time when I knew I was gay (or not straight, whatever the label for that is) but wouldn't admit it. And, during that time, I had it in for this one:
My eyes, they're burning!
The perfect Christmas present :(
Why do nice things have to be imported? Where can I get one of those? Not getting what I want drives me crazy!!!
Which reminds me: I have yet to find a room to move out to. What I did was to look around the university: Philcoa, Katipunan, KNL, etc....but nothing. I am homeless. Now I'm forced to live for another semester in that hell hole without a signal. I am in a cave.
Sembreak. Jesse Ferguson. Ryan Philippe. I'm having the time of my life.
Friday, October 29, 2010
I just took a quick look at all my past entries and I can't help but wonder: when did my life get so complicated? In my last few months in college, I used to go to school, had a lot of fun with friends, enjoyed my extracurriculars, and generally relished the whole ride.
A few months after, there I was, typing my problems away as if I was the only one who had them. I was selfish....actually, no. I was in love. Now, I'm only furious that some people can't move on and seem to find inventive ways to create drama out of nothing at all. I can provide a long list of when I started falling out of it, but it's all moot and academic.
In reference to a famous pop culture line, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."
But honestly, I was thinking about bringing this whole site down altogether, this blog being the force that initiated a series of events that eventually led to the demise of my recent relationship.
I decided against it. I need a PLACE. If I bring this site down, I lose the only place where I can freely express myself without, save for the few people who won't spare themselves the agony of reading this while knowing my identity all along, worrying (too much) about what other people would think.
I would apologize for the rather impolite things that shouldn't have been read by the persons I constantly referred to. I was questioned for every thought I placed in here. But why? Since when were negative thoughts considered wrong? They're my thoughts. I know this is a sour defense, but I am entitled to what I should feel and think. You can't fault me for hating on someone who disrespects his parents, and you certainly can't call me out if I am more excited to get a haircut than to watch a movie.
These are my thoughts. So I stay.
SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED--would be an understatement. My first date after the break-up was with a guy a friend of mine set me up with.
He was okay: he didn't look awful, he had a car, and he was a gentleman. So far, so good.
The second time around was when problems crept in. He would call me this disgusting term I expressly told him not to. He gave me flowers. And he kept me waiting until 10 PM.
The worst part is I can't seem to wrench anything sensible from him. I'd talk about how frustrating some criminals get away with their unlawful actions. And what would he do? He'd stare into space driving and pretend that he never heard me all along.
Our parting conversation went like this.
Him: Ok lang worth it naman ang pagiintay eh.
Me: Dont wait kasi.
Him: Ayaw mo ba talaga akong magintay for you?
Me: I don't think ill ever be ready
Him: You can never conclude something if you haven't even tried it.
Me: Didn't we try?
Him: Is that trying?
Me: To me, yes
Him: Bakit hnd ba nagwork?
Me: I just realized it didnt work for me
Me: hay. dont make me explain
Me: because explaining means you rebutting
Me: and then we'll be in an endless loop of giving reasons and rebutting them
I just realized that the last few things I said set a precedent for situations where I'm asked to explain. May point naman diba? Why explain when there will always be disagreement? Sometimes, a yes or a no is all that matters.
I must correct myself. For some reason, I have been misquoted as someone who no longer believe in love. Now, don't I?
For the record, I do. How else would my parents still be together? How else would our family still be as compact if we didn't love each other so much?
But after four relationships gone wrong, you can't expect me to have the same outlook in love as most starters right? I should at least be four levels wiser than the average gay boy. And actually, I think I am. I don't rush into relationships as fast as I used to and make it a point not to go beyond emotional flirting. I can even control my emotions far better now. And my libido, too.
So expect my shock when someone invited me to drink beer (which I regularly do about twice in a year...fine, maybe once a year at most). At an apparently bisexual bar called P1. Or is it P2? I am positively scared at places like that and haven't even gone to Malate. I guess, in many ways, I'm still a prude.
My college friend's mom died last week. When I found out the news, I was so sad. Never mind that she stole the presidency I wanted in our college organization, or that I had second thoughts about her loyalty to our friendship... really. What happened made me realize that the worst thing that could ever happen to me is to lose family.
I haven't gone out of the closet. I don't know if I ever will. I can't hurt them that much. The truth may set me free. But is my freedom more important than their happiness? People who have gone out to their parents will have countless arguments. But for some reason, I can't. I can't break their hearts. I can't let them think twice and look back if they had lapses in the way they raised me. They are perfect. And until I find a good enough reason for me to come out to them that doesn't involve abstractions, I just don't think I should.
How did I connect my friend's mother's death with my coming out? Some people just find a way to make everything about themselves, dont they? Tsk.
It's been almost two months. What has happened to me?
- We broke up, thus lending the title header of this blog moot and pretty much useless.
- I passed through the storm. I haven't received all my grades for this semester, but I'm hoping I'd pass all of my subjects.
- I'm on break, which means that I have whole days off
I gotta tell you, this sembreak is all so foreign to me. I'm so used to working during vacation and semestral breaks that, when I think about it, I already forgot how to take a seat back, relax, enjoy life, and relish the silent solitude.
Am I happy? I'm contented. I am exactly where I want myself to be, I realized. But that's another story.