...humaharurot na ang jeep ni juan!

i was supposed to write something about my three week trip to New York and Florida, but i got distracted.

i laughed so hard, that tea with milk went out my nose. never giggled this much and this hard since the "the british accent invasion" at angelie's.

i was watching MTV's 70s house. in the particular episode, the challenge involved dancing for hours nonstop while washing a car. i have never seen so much 70's disco move ever. their faces looked wasted but still they were not downers and kept shaking their booties. at first they looked hot, almost pornographic, until two hours later of dancing, they started to look ridiculous.

kudos to the 70's
and love the outfits... absolutely fabulous darhling!

prelude to an entry

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I
confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because
nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight
through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long
before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital
because they would not let my partner of twenty-
seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with
nightmares of being taken away from the two
fathers who are the only loving family I have ever
had. I
wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the
attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and
in another year I will probably be able to walk
again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just
weeks before graduating high school. It was simply
too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on
us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-
bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I
should use if I want to avoid getting the
management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the
children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says
I am an unfit mother because I now live with
another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the
support system grow suddenly cold and distant
when they found out my abusive partner is also a
woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no
support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son
because I grew up afraid to show affection to other
men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always
wanted to teach gym until someone told me that
only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics
stopped treating me as soon as they realized I
was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I
could be a much better person if I didnt have to
always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not
because I don't believe, but because they closed
their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world
needs most, love.

repost this if you belive homophobia is wrong

finally i have done what i thought i would never do. DO NOTHING.

i dont know if i should consider myself brave or foolish for scrapping the blueprints of a future designed by somebody else, and opting for a blank piece of paper.

my heart is racing each time i think about the options i thought i had because i have none. and the worse part is i have nothing to go on with except for my pride.

i just couldnt take any more brunts and blows from people who lack any faith in me, people who assume that im a mindless teenager, caught in the torrents of idealism and utopianism. what they didnt know was that i was very much like them... doing something to make a name for myself.

so here is a toast to me and my ego... i hope i survive the jungles of indiependence.

life is nothing but a constant ejaculation, the endless stroking of the penis or an infinite orgasm while playing with the clitoris. im not trying to post something profound, because i am not capable of such a thing. another episode of random thoughts dancing in my head.

but life is again, a climactic surge of sexual bliss, seemingless endless but short. we find ourselves in moments when all our nerves are tingling with sensations that keep our private parts either hard or wet. however after all is done, after components of our prodigies are expelled from their sanctuaries, man is left feeling spent and wanting more.

funny, life is...