BOYs IN love

Look at them! Aren't they SWEET?! God I want to DIE!!!

I do not know if this is a pre-Valentine sickness or what kind of shit but I really don't feel good about these. But it's fun anyways!

I just feel like posting this fucking quiz that I got somewhere in DOWNELINK. This is like a masochistic ecstasy on my end . . . . torturing my self with thoughts of love and all those CRAP:

1. are u serious wen it comes to relationships?

ummmmm. yes. (discount the fact that I haven't had a relationship for the past 6 years) Wait a minute! I dont even know what "serious" means these days!?

2. are you afraid of commitments?

no . . . i guess commitment is afraid of me

3. are u a risk taker?

yes . . . i'm the absolute adventurer / gambler / I could trade anything for a much higher price!

4. wat can u say abt. long distance relationships?

it really wouldn't work knowing how carnal most people are nowadays.

5. can u luv a person hu doesnt love u?

whoah! been there! did that! actually, most of the people the I have loved for the past years didn't love me ... as in.

6. do actions speak louder than words?

absolutely. (though sometimes, there are good actors out there) We can put it this way: Actions can lie better than words!

7. hav u felt/found true love?

yes. and it hurts! I found it! It left me! Ummmmm. Are true loves bound to be forever? Naaah, I don't think so . . . not all true love are forever.

8. how can u say that a person luvs you?

I haven't felt that yet. there's no way of me knowing if a person already luvs me.

9. are you good in handling relationships?

ummmmm . . . . . i can try. (Uso pa ba 'yon?) I am fragile! I should be handled with extra CARE!

10. willing to give everything?

nooooooooooo. i wouldn't dare give 100 % of me to anyone.

11. best thing uve learned from loving?

the feeling of hurt and desperation of an unloved is like an opium. sweet . serene . gruesome . yet . addictive.

12. do u demand ur luv1 to change into someone that pleases u?

well . if there is a certain change that he really needs to do for his own benefit / why not? but when it comes to petty / shallow / superficial things . . . i would rather not.

13. wud u let go of some1 u love?

im still trying. but sabi nga ni eco, once you let go, there would no longer be desperation and sorrow. without desperation and sorrow, there's no love. Actually, that's the most exciting and sensational when it comes to LOVE: the challenge and feeling of longingness and hopelessness.

14. are u a one man-man & vice versa type of person?

well. not yet. (Is monogamy still in trend?)

15. is sex important in a relationship?

absolutely! do I need to expound? I guess no.

16. how do u express ur luv to sm1?

i would confront him and tell him how I really abhor his personality.

17. wat is the major reason of a break up?

i'm insane!

18. most important ingredient in a relationship? ::

TRUST (condoms)

19. ever regret loving someone?

no. i would never regret love . it's an addiction (as I've made decidedly clear)

20. one thing u hate abt love?

mushy things . . . constant machinations of the superficial . . . . . ewwwww.

21. one thing u like about love?

being able to learn the dark side of human beings / and being able to like it in the end.

22. worst thing u did to a loved one?

making him learn more about himself.

23. are you in love?

well ...... i think I am in love because if not, I wouldn't lift a finger to answer this fucking survey

24. are you a hopeless romantic?

OOHHHHH YES! What can I say, I like the feeling better than the real thang!

25. do you get tired of loving ?

I guess, I will not.

29. who has changed your view about loving?

Baz Luhrman, "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return". I realized how pathetic I was.

I committed suicide.

I failed.

Dang!

(Better luck next time Melch!)

Random (useless) Thoughts!!!

Don't you love these?! (Don't you LOVE ME?) Hahaha. I'm just startin' and suddenly I can't seem to focus. Well, I find this blog thingie very fantastic. I have been writing online journals for like fucking ages and until now I still do not know why? Hmmmmm. Maybe the thought of sharing your thoughts . . . . . putting it in writing . . . . . . philosophizing . . . . . et cetera et cetera, while imagining that there are gazillions of readers out there waiting for you new post. Well, with or without those readers, I wouldn't give a fucking damn! For I am the princess of the Damned! Hahahaha. (Melch: Stop being a BIATCH, your time had passed!)

Right now, I am stucked here on a chair which is making my fucking ass swell, I have been sitting here for the past 9 hours. This is my work. I earn my living by sitting on a fucking chair for 9 hours. Staring at the computer and cracking my knuckles to death, incessantly typing using an age-old keyboard that sounds like a typewriter everytime hit the keys.

Aside from that, I guess my ears are about to bleed. I have been listening to an online radio,which doesn't broadcast anything very appealing to the ears aside from the god-forsaken ghetto music. Y'all. AYt? I'm begning to sound like my HOMIES! Ewwwww. Over my dead and gay body.

Let me tell you a secret. A very close friend of mine just got back from the US, I'd rather not tell his name here because I know for sure that he would definitely castrate me once I announce to the whole fucking gay world that he works in a ship. Well anyway, he is not a seaman or something (as you might expect creating a complete oxymoron : a seaman who is gay, a seagay!), well in fact he works for a cruise line or a cruise ship, he's some kinda accountant-slash-auditor-slash-closetpinoy. I always imagine him counting the screws in the ship's engine. Anyway, he brought with him a set of TAROT Cards, which immediately captured my attention and my emotions. Suddenly, I realized, I'm a born tarot reader!

DEATH card


About the TAROT thingie, my friends urged me to go to Greenbelt last Thursday to do some readings to random strangers to test my abilities to "foretell". Lo and behold, people stood in line after a couple of readings and suddenly I was totally burnt out. As in fucking burnt out.

I felt my psychic powers being drained bit by bit with every reading. Anyway, most of the people I read if not all were very satisfied and some were even aghast on how precise I retold and foretell the story of their lives. I dunno, but I know by heart that I'm fucking good.

Hmmmmmmm . . . . . . .

Ace of swords! Universe! The sun!

I'm gay and I'm a gypsy!

Turn your eyes on me!