From Friends

My friends and how they affect my precious life.

The Line That Must Not Be Crossed

Another short conversation with a friend over Yahoo Messenger. Yoshke: Done reading? Friend: Aye aye. Sweet. Mushy. Yoshke: Should I say “Thanks?” Friend: lol. How come all your short, short, short stories are about friends falling in love? Yoshke: NOT ALL. Just the ones I post on my blog. Friend: Tell me, are you in love with a friend? Yoshke: No. ūüôā Friend: Don’t tell me it’s me. Yoshke: Whoah, is it just me or it really turned windy here? Friend:¬†You’re corny. Yoshke: And you’re presumptuous! Assuming much? Friend: So why the fascination? Yoshke: I just love writing about it…

How My Friends See Me: Twisted Impressions

Last week at the apartment… Glenn: Do you have a copy of the first three seasons of House? Yoshke: The first two are with Dohna. You’re addicted, aren’t ye? Glenn: Yeah. (He paused a bit and then continued talking.) Every time I see Dr. House, I am reminded of you. No offence meant. Yoshke: None…

The Winding Road

“I think you’re 80% straight.” I was startled by these ridiculous words from my friend Chemae. We were walking back to the cottage at a resort in my hometown in Batangas. The conversation went like this: Yoshke: Well, that remaining 20% makes me totally gay. 1% can make someone gay, you know. Chemae: I think…

Never Have I Ever Regretted a Drink

Last Friday our team had a party at Lauren‘s place as a part of our semimonthly office gatherings. There were lotsa fun, food, and of course booze. Among my officemates, there were only a few people who knew about my sexuality — Bridget, who used to be my classmate in UP; Aika, who is also from UP; Chemae, who said she could be bisexual so I confessed to her, too; and Jon, a straight guy whom I volunteered the information to when we were having a drink two weeks ago. But I’m sure others had a clue. I mean, with…

Let’s Talk Pink

Everybody keeps¬†noticing my light¬†pink earphones lately. And they’ve been tormenting me, telling me¬†so¬†blatantly how¬†GAY it is of me to actually own them. Well, I AM gay. So, what’s their problem?! I don’t get it. # # # Last weekend I was with two of my close friends.¬†When Girl (obviously, name changed to protect our friendship, hehe) showed up, my initial reaction was look at Boy. His face was just as sour as mine. We then smiled, almost laughing. It’s because of Girl’s get-up. Girl was wearing a violent pink top and a sky blue skirt. So when Girl went to…

Unsaid

“What?” “What would you say if you got me alone?” “Well, right now I got you alone and I’m not saying anything. So I guess, uh, nothing?” “Why don’t you say something?” “What?” “Come on. Say it.” “Say what?” “You know. It.” “Oh I can’t say it. You’re in a relationship. My parents raised me…

Heart Check-up

I just received the most ridiculous text message from Frances: “Sudden realization. I think you’re in love with Astrid. I don’t know, it just entered my mind.” What the..?! Where did this come from?! Asta is an incredibly good friend. Yes, she’s very special to me, considering the ups-and-downs that we’ve been through. We’ve experienced the worst in our friendship. We hated each other so much, and now, we’re good friends. We’re close, but nowhere close to having a romantic relationship. Really. Anyways, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the condition of my heart lately. And I realized…