Remembering 9/11 originally posted September 11, 2009

Eight years have gone, but the remnants of that tragic day still lives on. The fear and anguish rolled into one.Admonishing that not all thrusts are forever and stable. Remarkably even though we are not citizens, the tremor was there as suffrage may not only be with the American people but others around the globe too. This was a global disaster about to burst and thankful it was peacefully detonated.

Personally, am not involved and only I can wish that it never would occur to my native land but being one with the world, thinking that any moment such attacks are feasible then you would really worry. The aftermath of the incident was never really wiped out. It’s still there, specially on the hearts of everyone that was affected and life’s events were changed due to the said attack.

In this we pray, that hopefully that it would be the first and the last and no more to come.

We should celebrate life and not bring turmoil and disparity to each and everyone. Wars have been waged for centuries already, men killed, battle fought, some lost it and some takes over but we have grown from what we were before. Living in peace may take all of our lifetime yet all of which are worth it. That we can’t assume for only time can tell but we can hope for it and as long as there is hope in our hearts, there would still be more to come.

breakaway

The stupor is already wearing off.
Exhaustion is lurking though my veins.
It’s affecting my entirety.
I’m restless and ecstatic without adieu

I want to break free but something is keeping me.
As every passing day goes
I’m washed away, farther away.
Taming the waves is not going to endure the whirl.

I am whole
Yet the gap and the blow makes it difficult to summon tranquility
My state of mind falters and capturing the balance is impossible
What’s happening, I ask but the thought just bursts into thin air.

Limbo as it is, 
never thought that it would be like this.
Choked and breathless.
Can’t summon a grasp piercing thru myself,
Gasping for air.

Struggling to find myself.
All effort exhumed but I’m getting nowhere.
Tired but the need to go on still consumes me.
How?

My mind is in circles,
In quest of answers, trying to fathom, reaching but unable to clutch.
Exuberantly judged and detrimented.
I have taken suggestions yet the blunder and the mischief is still at bay.

I am already screaming but all I hear is a screech.
Trying to wheel in what squandered my being.
being drowned with my own words, squelching…..

Aaaagghhhhhh!

And then I woke up. Whew! What a dream!

Blame it on the weatherman / September 12, 2009

I am thick faced 

I am thick skinned 

I am gay

but

I am NOT a thief and a liar

and

I have a pink blood

but

I am not a mudblood

That’s what they’re blaming me for.
Without even a substantial proof. They just pointed at whoever they like and whatever they think. Just like that!

Funny how life goes, right? You making your own small little way and at the end of the day you would still be the one to blame? Absurd as it is, well a low-life is still a low-life eventhough how much jewels and Ninoys you have. Lucky am not, breeding and all that. I have class and sass, I point and shoot just like a digital camera with ease and finesse. Like what I’ve said, you could have all the cash in the world but you can’t buy class in so many words.

I’ve had my bad moments in the past, and am truly ashamed for some of it. Well, younger years are full of risk-free or worry-free moments, defying all rules and edict just to follow your hearts desires. But maturing and coming of age is part of growing up. It is not advisable to stick to those years, retardation might be on your veins if you do that! You don’t get to stay on a 12 year old brain if you’re already 26 years of age.

True to my words, I work hard for the money I spend. Am living with my mantra, I will work hard and party even harder. That’s me care-free but not a troubled thief. I know somebody who is, but am keeping my mouth shut! I’m a believer of karma, it goes around and definitely comes around. That I can attest. I’ll just wait for karma to reciprocate for me. They can run but never really get to hide. It catches up everytime.

Few last words: BAKLA man akong naturingan, OO , makapal mukha ko pero hindi matigas and maitim ang budhi ko…..

not like the ones I particularly know…….

s e p t e m b e r

September 13, 2009 as foretold after one year.....

Awakening.

It has already been one year. If my memory serves me right, this was the month i’ve let loose, inhibitions, cares and worries as well as myself.

Chelu, O, Mafia, Bed, Palawan 2, Pink Republic, Boracay and the defunct Government, they became my home, my sanctuary and my salvation, they mummed me, taken me prodigal and the best thing there is, is the debauchery and the sordid feelings while on the dance floor, right at the center of everyone else, drunked, sometimes intoxicated. Inebriation makes you do things you’re really not meant to do when you are sober. Funny, when I go back and think about  what foolishness i’ve done, it makes me smile, some were erotic and some really are hilarious.

Partying every night, hook ups left and right, one-night stands, the make outs on alley ways and even dark corners. Caring for nothing but the elated stupor. Sexual innuendos were mostly the highlight.

I say dangerous.

Really dangerous!

Gyrating non-stop from Mondays to Fridays as weekends are slain mostly with booze and sometimes weeds and simpleton drugs. Making friends and making love were simultaneously done. Don’t know how things really happened, at that point, I was just going with the flow, dancing to the rhythm of my viscus, following my hearts desires.

Luckily I was able to pull my self up. You ask if I feel sorry for all that i’ve been thru? NO, it was me, all me and all that I got was part of my ascension. I beleive on no risks, no glory. Maybe there are some regrets but am not going to lament on them. It happened, so it must be meant to happen. Things never go haywire because they just want to, they are meant. Karma is one and other is simply fate. A retrospect, if it is typified then it is, if it is not then let go.

The saunter was exhilirating but the treasures I got, all of them are gems.

Sist3rho0d

I miss all of them. It’s been what, 3 years since we bonded and got along? I guess. Not your usual bunch. There goes Martin the Chinese Blair, Erom the Glamorous, Mike the free-willed lad, Kat the simple kvetch and moi, Mira the eccentric.

We fight, we argufy and sometimes get to leeways but at the end of the day, we still manage to get the conflict out of the drape.

Friends. My echt friends.

They nudge you when you’re off bounds and commends you when apt. Sharing gossip, makeup bits, runway shows, what’s hip and what’s not specially the out of season’s and there’s the endless sale talk on the couture, vintage and high fashion trends. From the recently concluded fashion weeks to the TV series we love watching and repeating. Hay! I miss them real bad.

And the laughter? Endless!

The point-outs and alterations? Pointless!

Yet endless and pointless it would seem, we are what we are and we love doing what we do.

alawiT / September 21, 2009

I am so living and loving this song…….
a Parokya original, simple, true to its words and euphimism at its best.
In which I can very much relate to with what has recently happened
Choco Latte

Di ba’t sinabi mo sa akin dati na
mahirap kumain ng tyokolatteng
Natunaw at parang wala nang korte
Kadiri nang kainin, mukha ng ta-e

Ewan ko ba kung bakit
mahirap ibalik
Sa original na hugis
pagnalusaw na sa init

Parang tiwala pag nasira na
Mahirap nang ayusin pa
Di kayang ipagdikit ang tiwala
Pag napunit!

Parang nangyari kailan lang…
Meron akong nakita’y nakatagong Regalo sa likod ng kotse mo!
Hugis puso na kahon at may red na Ribbon…(mamahaling tobleron)
At nung aking tingnan para sa yo Mula kay Christian, 
agad kong Binuksan, tsokolate ang laman…

At di ko malaman kung ba’t kailangan
Itago sa akin ang katotohanan
Ang dami-dami mo palang tsokolate
Hindi ka man lamang nagsasalita

Ewan ka ba kung bakit
Hindi ko napigilan
Ang regalo mo’y naubos ko nang
Di ko nalalaman!
Parang tiwala pag naubos na!
Bigla biglaan talaga!
Mahirap nang makita
Kapag minsa’y nawala…

At kahit na pilitin, di mo na mapapalitan
Kahit hanap-hanapin, di mo na mababalikan
Kahit sabihin natin na ika’y napagbigyan,
Wag na lang…

Ewan ko ba kung bakit
Mahirap tanggalin ang tsokolate
Pag natunaw at kumapit na sa ngipin!

Parang tiwala pag namantsahan na!
Mahirap nang linisin pa,
di kayang burahin Kahit na anong gawin! Parang tiwala!

Shrimps ala Carte / September 22, 2009

Bitchy mode switching ON.

What happened? Has there been an invasion of the decapods that they are oh so rampant recently!

Fugly faggots are so visible! Yaiks! I mean wow, when did this happened? It’s not very entertaining! Doesn’t seem right!

Technically buff and chiseled abs, yes! That’s a given fact. Boy those torso are so toned and packed but man do they look like hideous cretin from neck UP.

Am not demeaning what is happening but it’s too much for an eye-irritant nowadays!  I guess there was a point when they derived the term “closet queens” no wonder they are kept and locked.

And mind you the foundation is 2-tones lighter. What the fudge! How can you not notice it? It’s like a beheaded knight! Can they not go au naturale and just be themselves! Much better that way if you ask me.

Well this is me, expressive and blatant. Deal with it or bear with it!

The Beyonce Experience

Yesterday I was like re-living the memories of Deena Jones on DreamGirls, very much noticing the curvaceous and voluptuous BK. What a gorgeous sight! I mean, wow! Va-va-voom I should say. But focusing on the story was the main highlight of that saunter. Starting a career at 16, being on the limelight and then fading away. I guess that’s life really, one thing will lead to another and to the next and ends it after. Just like your fave song that starts with a low note, bridges to the chorus and ends with an ovation.

I then slept. Then the alarm buzzed. Argh! End of the slumber line, time to wake up.

Injected The Beyonce Experience, singing and humming to my fave track, Flaws and All, enjoying the melody and rhythm but I can’t keep instantiating that she was a bit “big”, gorgeous and curvaceous and all that but she was bigger than usual compared to that sequence from DreamGirls. And I wondered how she did it, rumors said that she went into a diet method so effective that she lost 22lbs . Intriguing, me like it so far!

Here is what I found out, thanks to Google, I got my precious.

The Maple Syrup Diet by Stanley Burroughs 


Fast facts:
-the method is in fact a form of fasting, rather than dieting
- involves eating no solid food at all
-a mixture of lemon juice, Grade B/Medium Maple Syrup, water and Cayenne pepper
-can be taken cold, as a cordial, or hot, as a tea
-recommended for a minimum of ten days

2 tablespoons (1 fluid ounce) freshly squeezed lemon or lime juice (approx. 1/2 lemon)
2 tablespoons (1 fluid ounce) organic Grade B maple syrup
1/10 Teaspoon or more cayenne pepper – as much as you can comfortable cope with
1 Cup (8 fluid ounces) purified or spring water

Also known as the Master Cleanse Diet, celebrities like Robin Quivers and Jared Leto have been known to use the formula succesfully, i’ve been thinking twice to try it over and see what’s in it for me but am also afraid since my metabolism is not that normal in the very first place, according to my dietitian I’m already underweight for my height yet I still feel abominable.

Well I guess it’s always the extreme battle of what we WANT not what we NEED, right?

I’ve known myself to be so fickle-minded. Nah! Whatever!


http://www.motleyhealth.com/articles/2008/02/beyonces-diet-aka-maple-syrup-diet.html

Backstreet’s back….. alright!

I am an avid listener of RX Monster 93.1 and a fan actually at that!

Guess what?

BSB- Backstreet Boys are back, they’ve been on the airwaves for a couple of weeks now with their hit single “Straight Through My Heart”, catchy tune and lyrics, distinct flavor that the BSB has been known for. They also have another cute track but I forgot the title, sorry my bad! I know, right?

Taken from the seventh studio album “This is Us”. Actually since they became a quartet not long ago this is their second album to date.

I can still remember my highschool days, screaming dreamily once the track “Get Down” and “Quit Playing Games”  are played from cassette players (MP3, IPods and PodCast weren’t the ones we used before, jurassic I know!) Those were the days! Shut up please! And after what, 13 years in the industry, they are still here, creating music that we once loved and embraced.

From the original five members, now they are a four-piece band about to dominate the pop world again.

Good to hear that the band is so resilient after all what happened. BSB would be forever a legend, creating their niche in the music world and in our hearts, the soulful melody and of course the undying boy band moves….. 

Gee! Now I remember the friggin’ title of that second single with upbeat mix, it’s Bye Bye Love…… hasta luego!