See Ya When I See Ya!

I was flip-flopping at this blog’s theme. An online journal, a political commentary forum, a poetry site, a literary spot. Eventually I found myself writing pieces that are most essential to me, my love for you.

You were right. These are just words, empty and hollow as an empty shell, still incomparable to the real thing. They can be as cold as ice, whatever hogwash I try to add to make them warm. But given the fact that we are on the opposite sides of the globe, this was my only chance at romance.

If you don’t feel the words, how can I utter another? And if you don’t ever read it, what purpose will it serve me? I’m sorry my words are not enough to make you feel my love. But I do. I honestly do. Labyu Mama!

I guess I was too much of a romantic for my own good. Masyado ka kasing maarte, I told myself. Sissy. And so.... I broke my own heart on thanksgiving.

It’s about time to hibernate. Not because of the freeze of the coming winter, but the coldness that I feel within me. I will still keep on writing for my other blogs, that’s the only therapy I can find.

To my online friends, I see you guys when I see ya!

I will leave you with this clip of a song that I wish I had written myself. Just take your volume a bit lower, this is a bit loud I suppose. I do however, enjoy this at full volume.

All of these lines across my face

Tell you the story of who I am

So many stories of where I've been

And how I got to where I am

But these stories don't mean anything

When you've got no one to tell them to

It's true...I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops

Swam all across the ocean blue

I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules

But baby I broke them all for you

Because even when I was flat broke

You made me feel like a million bucks

You do

I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth

It's hiding the words that don't come out

And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed

They don't know my head is a mess

No, they don't know who I really am

And they don't know what I've been through like you do

And I was made for you...

You're So..Not Guy!

Recently one online friend asked me, "Why do you let everybody know your married, how can you attract girls online?”

I was a bit annoyed but not surprised. Men.

I remember in my legal class. I have this hot Hispanic girl asked me after she figured that I am from the Philippines, how it was like to be a Filipino. She said she wants a Filipino boyfriend and wanted to know more about them. Much to her disappointment, I told her that wherever we came from, men will always be men. And I compared us men to pigs.

She then asked me why I would compare myself to such lowly creatures. I said I am just being honest. I told her how men are naturally polygamous and that we can’t do anything about it. I further explained psychological studies to confirm the fact and gave her concrete examples until I bored her to death.

“Are you gay?” she asked. “I am very much confident of my sexuality,” is what I said. “But I am married.” I added. “Oh.” was all she said. Since then, she wouldn’t even dare come near me. Funny.

So when my friend asked me again why I would even declare my being married and much more my love in so much a public place as the internet, I just kept mum. He wouldn’t understand. Instead, I told him to watch this video I found on YouTube, maybe it would help him.

After he's done watching, he just said, “You’re just…..so…so not guy!”

Whatever! To each his own right?

So I am sharing this to you guys (and gals). Just make sure to first, pause the Imeem mp3 widget that you can find on the right sidebar.

Just Can't...

Can't go on writing another one 'til she reads the previous post.

I just can't....

Back to Work

I have my routine. Wake-up at 9 PM, take a shower, get ready, check for mails if I have one and drive all the way heading towards the beach area.

Tonight as soon as I found my desk, I saw some post-its and different bunches of papers with handwritten notes in them. It must be "those get well soon", "welcome back letters" from my co-workers.

After a few days making out with the seasoned flu, I am finally ready to work. I know for sure that most of my paperwork would double its size. That happens when you skip work, I reminded myself.

So here I am, sitting on my desk, shuffling all those projects that I was supposed to have finished a week ago. I took out all the notes that were sticking on top of my desk and hanging in front of the computer screen. All I can do is shake my head when I realized that the notes were actually reminders of extra “work” that needed to be done, another task, another memo, another policy, work, work, and of course, work. No, "hey how are you?" "Feel better?" kind of stuff.

Well, this is the job. No need to try to make it look like a charity, feel good kind of place.

Finally, I saw Sarge come in. I then suggested to him and security to make sure the place is secure. When everything seems okay, I ate my lunch (lunch at 1 AM) at my leisurely pace. I took my usual dose of Vitamin C and was back to my paperwork when I started to salivate. I don't know but it reminded me of Pavlov and his dog. I tried to spit it out and thought maybe, it was the Vitamin C. To cut it short, and without you trying to imagine the horror, I threw up everything that I just ate.

Now I felt dizzy and my knees wobbly.

I don't know if it's because of what I ate, or maybe I'm still sick or something, or maybe the mixture of the soda I drank and the vitamins or what. Now I had no choice but to take a rest and nap until five or six in the morning.

I could be lazy again. How I love to have a balut right now.

My Bug My Blogs

Caught a bug two nights ago. Had no choice but to call in sick today. And tomorrow. (sniff sniff)

I had to stay at home all day, all night. I tried to suppress it since I realized I had it, must have been drinking a gallon of water now. I tried dozens of cold remedies, you name it, I've tried it. I'll probably try aromatherapy later.

Now I have no excuse but to post some articles here, and on my other blogs of late. Been delaying the release of my new blog for next month, and today is already next month. I have been trying to re-organize these blogs, the layout, the colors, the contents.

I originally started blogging last month. My goal was not to write the best of articles but to start a hobby that is both therapeutic and inexpensive. I never intended to do a networking of sorts nor do I want to meet new people. I didn't want this new hobby to overcome my own busy lifestyle. While I did find it therapeutic and inexpensive, I also got more than what I'd bargained for. Now, I'm so into it that I had created two more, The Antisocial and a funny Tagalog blog, Anak ni Kulapo.

I originally named this blog as The Antisocial, having used that same moniker for more than 10 years now to convey my angst against the Man. After carefully reviewing my posts and trying to imagine future articles, I decided to put it on a little bit of the lighter side. And since I love poetry and feature writing, I changed it to Literary Ekek. Ekek is a street-derived Tagalog word for whatever.

Now I am done with the layouts and the contents.

Anak ni Kulapo is a blog mainly for my unique and uncanny stories and funny experiences as I grew up in a truly wonderful Filipino culture. It wasn’t hard to figure out why this blog easily finds its audience. The increase in traffic is remarkable, at least for me. This traffic, I could surely convert to Benjamins. This also made me think of my reason for blogging. And those reasons in turn made me come up with a blog with a different genre.

Now here’s the true antisocial in me, my new blog, The Antisocial. Here I would not post any ads, at least for now. Whatever I got from my other blogs, I’ll try to use them to sustain this one. I am not going to exchange links for this one, except for a few, so please bear with me.

Now I wonder… if thoughts and voices can be transferred thru the internet using a fiber-optic line, if bugs, worms and spiders can crawl into one’s computer, can a real viral infection do? Why not? Must be my end-of-the-world, high-tech-paranoia kind of thinking or just the drugs kicking in.

After my aromatherapy and as soon as my nails are done, I’ll try to come up with something.

For now, allow me to enjoy my flu.