Up, up and away

 

 

 

Almost a year ago today, one of my closest friends, C celebrated her birthday with me in the paradise island of Boracay. We snorkelled, island-hopped, drove ATV’s and enjoyed every single fun thing legally allowable in the internationally acclaimed white-sand beach.

We screamed our lungs out with words we cannot express at sea level. At this point C was threatening to cut my rope off to avenge for the many times I bullied her in highschool.

Parasailing was undoubtedly the highlight of our 3 day vacation from the stressful world. If flying 300 feet up in the air overlooking Boradise doesn’t give you a moment of clarity,I don’t know what will.

Anyway. Question: Why is there an S on Superman’s costume?
Answer: Because Medium and Large sizes weren’t available. 🙂

Hope everyone’s feeling high today, metaphorically or otherwise.

Been There, Done Her

I’m not even gonna try to defend how tacky this post is because it truly is.

In no particular order  (or that least none that you can know of):

• a prom queen
• a cum laude
• a drummer
• a cheerleader
• a guitarist/ vocalist
• a thespian
• a nurse
• an occupational therapist
• a psychology major
• a master’s degree holder
• a dancer
• my teacher
• someone Chinese
• someone Fil-Am
• a bibliophile
• an athlete
• a medical student
• a writer
• an ex’s ex
• an artist
• someone not really gay
• and few others who are now very very gay

Oh, hush now. Before the slut tirade ensues, for all you know, it could be one and the same person only. But nah. I have played once or twice and I still do play the field sometimes. I’m young and healthy and I have a lot of love to give. Hihi.

Seize the day everyone, or seize everyone. Whatever suits you.

Dolor

I call her Dolor for her flawless role in one of our major plays in high school in which she was awarded a Tony or its equivalent.

She was a batch older but her then girlfriend M was my senior in Citizens Army Training, we belonged to the same club, we were both into girls, so our circles crossed naturally.

There’s so much I can about the amazing wonder that is J.

For one, it is because of me that she lost her most serious relationship by far. Unlike the typical dyke drama though, there was no cheating, at least not on our part.

Simply put, her girlfriend, ex-girlfriend hated, hates me. Which says a lot about her monster of an ex, because I like to believe I’m a pretty likable person.

Anyway, alongside logic, common sense, truth and reality,friendship won. It always should. If some of your friends, and by friends, I mean the closest ones you have, think someone is not good for you, it doesn’t hurt to listen to them sometimes.

The Spice Girls said so themselves, “If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends.”

The One Great Love That Was [or still is]

Let’s call her Mimi.

I have always known I like girls since I was in kindergarten.
I would marry Barbie dolls to each other. In fairy tale books, I would cover Prince Charming’s face with stickers because I do not like him.

Coming from an exclusive all girl school, and eventually transferred to a coed high school to “normalize my environent,” even before I entered UP I have had a number of dalliances with the fair sex but this one with Mimi, is one to top all the love stories I will ever have in life.

Attribute it to fate, or to limited boarding spaces in UP Manila, she waltzes in my life a day before my first year in college, obviously teary-eyed, and not wanting to leave her mom’s side. Dressed in what I will find out as her favorite all-pink ensemble from head to toe. I got an initial vibe that I have to start praying really hard that our other roommates won’t be as girly. I also liked girly girls back then, but I could only tolerate so much pink and crying. Turns out months later, there won’t be a single aspect of her that I will not only tolerate, but love so deeply.

So much has happened, changing me, my view of the universe, my everything. I could write a book, or four, for each year we were together as lovers. Close to four years of pure unadulterated love, friendship, fun, learning, growing up and the inevitable pains of parting. Countless firsts, bests, mosts, -ests, and lasts. Goddess I still love her. I cannot not love her.

She’s getting married 26 days from now but my wasted, jaded heart will love her until its last beat.

I’ll be missing you forever Mimi ko.

Nudist Filipina

As if finding fellow Filipina lesbians who are femme is not hard enough, I might as well give up on looking for Filipino nudists such as myself.

Nudism or naturism, as expected is not even a thing here in the Philippines, and sadly, I guess it never will be.

So far, I have found none of my kind yet. Every search ends up in vain, with sites that involves yes, naked bodies, but not in the context that I have intended my search for.

I cannot wait to have my own house and not have to wear clothes indoors ever again. For now I only enjoy my freedom when I have our house to myself, and at night in my room of course.

In the rare chance we share the same hopes of a clothing-free, genuinely equal society, lemme know alrighty? Please.

Humans tweet, too

While I have swam in conceit parts of my existence, it still thrills me when someone I do not expect mentions me in their blog. Or when someone proudly admits they’ve read my entire tweet feed from the beginning. I myself tried reading back every silly thing I’ve ever posted, and man, it was a hard, and boring task.

One specially boring day I finally managed to reach where it all began and here they are, my nonsensical  yet sometimes fortunately favorited and retweeted blabbing in 140 characters or less.

Heartbreaker

We’ve all broken hearts.

Our own. Other’s. Another’s other’s.

Whether we do it knowingly or stupidly, unintentionally or willingly, it is a feeling that I never wish on anyone. Not even on my worst enemies.

Sadly though, this past week, I have been called a heart breaker more than once.

J thinks I broke A’s heart. She also thinks I am currently on the process of breaking D’s too. Maybe I have, or I am. I understand that mine getting broken too is not an excuse and should not be some sort of revenge either. It isn’t. I am telling you. I am a firm believer of the often-heard, seldom-agreed-on saying that all is fair in love and war. Well in love at least. Because clearly, artillery and overall power dictates the outcome. But my point is that, it is what it is.

Relationships end, and the blame must not be assigned to a person. I cannot be responsible for everyone’s feelings just as I cannot hold another for my own. I’m not even sure if I am responsible of my own.

One enters a relationship on one’s own accord and freewill. Whatever may take place during its course must be expected and accepted as they come. Just saying.

On the Love of My Life Getting Married

My numb excuse of a thoroughly beaten cardiac muscle can not be more miserable as it awaits 25 more days before the love of my life ties forever with someone else.

Undoubtedly, she will make a beautiful bride, marrying a seemingly responsible, nice enough guy.

I could be responsible. I am more than nice. But the fact remains that I am not, and will never be a guy.

This world sucks. Like a sucky vacuum cleaner that sucks out all the happiness I once found.

WordPress Noob

In a few days Multiply will die.

There are no words to describe how devastating this is to/for me.
Seven years worth of blogs, discussions, music, photos, videos, links and whatnot’s down on the drain.
And the suckiest part? The loss of the great community that Multiply is- the amazing people I am not even sure I’ll find again.
So hello WordPress, may our run be at least half as awesome.

P.S.
I am aware the “noob” is an annoying word. But it rhymes with “boob”, so yeah.