From Emo

My insecurities, fears, frustrations and other personal issues that bother me and challenge my sanity.

Sometimes We Burn to Live

Whenever I meet people for the first time, it always happens. When they start their sentence with “I hope you don’t mind me asking but,” I know they are going to ask about what happened to my left arm. Most of my online friends are not aware that I have a huge third-degree burn covering…

The Couple on the Bus

This is a part of the Yoshke is Evil series, in which I will narrate incidents in which I question my goodness or think I should have made better choices. This incident happened a few months ago and I’m still not over it. I love taking the bus at night, especially when the roads are almost empty. That’s why one time, after a night of shopping and conversations over coffee with my friends at Trinoma, it was my default choice to take the bus. I made my way out of the mall through the Mindanao Exit, walked along North Avenue,…

So Long, Green 2

It’s still so vivid. One evening in 2007, I sent him a text message, inviting him for a meetup at McDo Philcoa. He said, “Sure. What for? What up?” I replied, “I dunno. I just missed you.” A few hours later, I arrived at McDo and I saw him inside waiting for me. I had Chicken McNuggets. He had McChicken, large fries and large coke. He asked me how I was. I said I was great. He asked again why we were doing this. I told him I just wanted to bring back the old days — back when we…

We Crash Like Planes Do

I don’t want to start this blogging year with an emo entry but I really have got something emo to say. And I’ve got to say this now. Even before I hit puberty, my friends have been emigrating — to Canada, to the US. That’s why back then, I developed some sort of hatred towards these two countries. I felt like, “North America is stealing my friends.” Years passed, and I noticed that I’d been losing friends not just to Canada or the US but also to Australia, to the UK, to the Middle East. It’s as if all the…

Inside the Previous Room

The other night, I had a strong urge to text someone. Kuya Ethan (name changed to protect our friendship, haha). He’s my 23-year old friend who had been my roommate since my early days in college until we parted ways middle of this year. Although extreme opposites, we got along really well. He doesn’t like my political stand but I’m not a fan of his views, either. His sense of humor is very different from mine. He smirks at my favorite films and songs. He doesn’t like me being gay although he understands and respects me completely. He’s very reserved…

Allow Me to Be Emo

And just like that, it all comes crashing down. And my one dream is shattered. As shattered as I am now. If you wanna be friends with me, I’m telling you, now is the best time. I’m OK now. You see, I move on easily. Haha. Over it.

Despondency

The comedy is that even after all this time, we’re still like this. The tragedy is that we’re still like this. And that’s just nasty. Oh well.