Tuesday, October 23, 2012

I Wish I Had A Typewriter

The canvas is bleach white and from time to time, a few stray words and letters blemish it's perfection. It's one of those days when you just stare blankly at the screen and pray that some ancient Greek Muse will slap you with inspiration and enable you to write about something, anything. 

Tap. Tap. Blah. Tap. Tap. Tap. Blah. Blah. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Blah. Blah. Blah. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Blah.

This is actually one reason why I falter at the idea of single-blessedness. My life is a bore and without a love life to spark fireworks and bitter tears, there's really nothing to write about. I'm an ordinary boy living an ordinary life and I doubt being ordinary will flicker anyone's interest.

Maybe I'm just being narrow-minded. I suppose everybody has stories to tell and it is of course a writer's challenge to pique a reader's interest or bring incredible insight to day to day encounters. Maybe I'm simply not good enough at telling stories-who knows. Or maybe I'm too engrossed at the monotony of my everyday life that I simply do not see the insights.

One thing is clear though. My idea of good stories are odes to love found, love lost and love remembered. There's nothing really wrong with that but I guess it's time to leaf through new pages and explore new ventures.

And yes. I wish I had a typewriter.

Sunday, October 21, 2012


1. Taking the Civil Service Examinations this morning was a giant blur on my forehead. Most of the items were difficult and I took it with profound courage despite my unpreparedness. And yes, through the grace of God,  I was able to finish the 170-item exam unscathed except for the blue ink on my thumbmark which is quite challenging to wash off. 

Now I must simply take a deep breath and let God do His magic.

2. We ate at Mang Inasal's after four days of home-cooked meals. Not that there's something wrong with it. I'm just saying that I missed fastfoood! It's not healthy to eat it daily though-which is a known fact. But it's a luxury that I'll always look forward for.

3. Attended a wedding at around 3:00PM after hours of selecting jeans that my Aunt will wear at the event. Seriously. I'm gay and all. But oooh may gulay. I had to stand up for hours waiting for her to finally pick up something.

Anyway, the wedding was beautiful. Beautiful bride. Beautiful groom. Beautiful food. Just makes me wanna think of beautiful stuff and prevent myself from getting goosebumps all over. I know. I'm dramatic. But weddings simply make me cry.

They had a chocolate fountain at the reception that I undoubtedly lavished myself in. Banana dipped in chocolate is j'adore. That, I think was the highlight of my day.

Much l♥ve,


Saturday, October 20, 2012

California Dreaming

Boys with polariod cams and fur coats and feathered hair.
And a sunny splat of boulevard that stretch the entirety of my vision.
The night was Friday
and the lustful waves of dusk was a batting of drums,
an ancient ritual when teenagers and young adults
come out at night to play and smoke weed and shag boys
and do crazy stuff with other teenagers and young adults.
A blanket of stars slowly kisses the day away
and the shy moon glows silently in the East.
Your motorcycle is a monster at night.
And it's engine was the solitary serenade the desert sings.
Your leather jacket, studded,
an inglorious banner, waves through the air
as I watched you travel that sunny splat of boulevard that stretch the entirety of my vision.
Boys with polariod cams and fur coats and feathered hair began dancing
and I, too, danced as a pillar of fire burns the last few streaks of wood we gathered earlier.
Charcoal and smoke filled the air.

My attempts at dreamy poetry

Thursday, October 18, 2012

The Birthday Wishlist

Unlike normal folks. I don't normally get jittery and Christmas-y when the '-ber' months come along. One of the reasons is that it's way too early and the second is that I've got a birth date to think of (11-15-92). Anyway, like last year, here's a random list of wishes that I'd like to have before I leave my teen years. But unlike last year's list, let's hope this one gets a happy ending, okay?

And let's face it. This is totally legal. A word of caution though, some of these are entirely ambitious. So, uhm, enjoy?

1. Clothes, shoes, bags and a camera to finally uplift that fashion career. 

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Stone Cold Sober

The backdrop was a chorus of dogs howling and the faint moon, hidden by a thin veil of clouds peeks through the window, illuminating the dark room.

He was never the party boy. And though some of his friends are raving about this Friday night, getting high and drunk, having the fvcking time of their lives, he lays still in his bed. He never liked getting wasted. Yes, he has the occasional cheap beers and wines, but not on a regular basis that he finds it sordidly absurd to have scheduled dates of drunkenness. There simply is no logic in alcohol.

And as he contemplates at the sheer "boredom" his simple life is, he also notices the pointlessness of this entry and how cold his coffee has become.

Now if only we had coffee bars here.