From Personal Life

Yet Another Promil Kid Attack

Utterly famished, I went straight to the kitchen swearing that I would gorge on the first food that I would see. I rummaged through the refrigerator and found a pack of jumbo Tender Juicy hotdogs. I grabbed a pan, greased it, and cooked the lovely hotdogs sending a greatly delightful smell up to my room where my 3-year old nephew was staying. Soon after, I heard my nephew’s footsteps as he ran down the stairs. “Tito, are those my hotdogs?” He asked. “Yes.” “You’re bad. You didn’t tell me you would cook my hotdogs. Those are mine. I hate you.…

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…

The Promil Kid Drops the Bomb

Of all the living things created by God, I love my nephew the most. I call him the Promil Kid. He’s the cutest thing. I’ve always written about him and he has won the love of the people around me even before they met him. I’m starting to think he could be my mascot for this blog. Something like Dexter. 😛 Someday when he’s old enough to discover this blog, he’ll insist he get paid for every entry I wrote about him. Darn, that’d be costly! We fight over a bar of snickers. I reprimanded him for calling a salesman…

Paper Planes

a what-to-do-in-case-of-fire pamphlet one, two, into the cabinet my birth certificate one, two, into my closet my winning lotto ticket one, two, into the garbage basket a scratch paper with your name on it one, two one, two one, two it will never land. it will never leave my hand. Note: I already posted this on my previous blog, click here. I just had to move it here so I could file my literary works under one category. Anyway, usual reminder, blogger’s original work. Please see legal and ethical reminders on the sidebar. Thanks very much.

It’s Easy; Let it Go*

Note: This was originally posted on my previous blog last year. I just want to repost this because today is my dad’s third death anniversary. Exactly a couple of years ago (now three), I lost my dad. Hmmm… Too bad I’m still here in the city while everyone in the family is in the province having a little dinner, perhaps. Last week, there was a big yellow butterfly on a glass window pane in my room. I heard my mum tell me, “That’s your dad, checking if we’re okay.” Since childhood, I have always considered that idea absurd. You know,…

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 well.” “But you’ve said it to me before. Once. Why can’t you say it again.” “You had your chance. You let it pass.” “Oooh. I know, someone here is just afraid.” “I’m afraid that you’re afraid that I might really say it. And mean it.”…

I’m in Pain

BREATHE IN, DAMN IT! My nasty lungs are giving me the torture of the century. Every effin’ breath hurts. Damn. And now I’m imposing a cigarette ban on myself. For now. A TALE OF MY BLOODY TOENAIL My right big toe is swollen. I got ingrown toenails, and I had been complaining about it since, like, forever but I couldn’t do anything because I was afraid it would bleed. And you know how I react when I get up close and personal with blood. Aargh. My housemate told me to forget about shoes for a while. What?! Are you kidding me?…