Late Night Mysterio

My spirit lately feels so starved...

Aside from my body, I think that is an aspect of me that is of anorexic proportions...

but in a very deep dark sense...

I am starving for something I can't quite pin down...

I need something more than what I'm getting...
But there is something missing from me...

My ground in beliefs from childhood almost rear up and tell me that I need church...

I need that void filled...When in essence...

It is something more than just going to a stained glass building to have a preacher tell me of my sins...

I need more than just the charismatic joy found in the "friendly" sort of church...

I need more than I feel in the peaceful pagoda...

I need to reconnect with the khalel that has been locked up...

If you're familiar with my blog for a long time, you know sort of what I'm speaking of...

I need to reconnect to the beast that is only able to speak when it has been given the inebriated wheel...

I am bursting to be so much more...

I feel as if I'm on the edge of something so big that I don't know if I'll crash face first onto the sharp rocks...

OR

If I'll catch an updraft that will spread my wings so wide that I'll soar where only the fearless dare go...

Remeber That Glint In my Eyes

By daylight I'm a person that smiles into the faces of countless people that won't remember my name 5 years from this very moment.

I'm a son that dotes on his darling mother.

I am a driver in the car next to you.

I am truly a forgettable person when you see me in a crowd.

By night, when I let my guard down...

I'm a vortex of emotion and raw humanity...

I'm hungry to be so much more than content...

Each night...

I let all the monsters that tear at the very marrow of my bones when I smile at someone. I hide so much during the daylight hours.

Look into my eyes and see the fire circling the pupil...

That isn't just the hazel coloring.

That is the fire that threatens to engulf me each night.

That is my spirit and it consumes my every fiber when I allow it.

Each night I lay down the shell of who I pretend to truly be...

Each night I enshroud myself with who I really am.

I am chaos.

I am Me.

When the sun starts to stain the sky with is bold light...

I'll armour back up to be the person you forgot to say thank you to.

I love the quiet moments...

Especially the night.

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What Am I Thinkin?

Sunday Blast!

Last night finally our trio - Jed, Marco and Me had the chance to have our long overdue dinner date. Aside from the fact that we are having this loaded schedules and other personal repertoire, Jed left the country for a training in Bangkok few weeks back.

"jed and marco - smile!"

Anyway, we decided to go out a for a dinner somewhere in Malate. I was thinking to get it Haru, a korean resto somewhere in the Nakpil area but hey, the two just got their korean lunch that day so we opted to find a chinese resto instead - David's Tea House was the target.

So right after the mass at MCC we rushed our feet to Malate despite the drizzle that eventually turn to a heavy downpour covering Manila which brought about a power failure. I was teasing, Echo (Mantra's officemate) and RJ (Echo's partner) if they are carrying a sort curse with them referring a birthmark in their butt or something. (lolz). I decided to get the two joined us, of course I was with Mantra, I invited them to attend the church service, so I think it will only be polite to let them share dinner with us (di ba baby? hehehe).

Due to the downpour and power failure, we thought it would be better if we get our dinner in a much nearer place, Shakey's was somewhat convenient, but upon checking the place that is teeming with people getting their own dinner and bystanders still due to the downpour, we found it unconviniently for our routine of chit chat and dinner. Gosh! it was raining outside and damn hot inside the place. So, we pushed on going to David for our Dinner.

After the heavy dinner, (heavy for me, mantra, echo and rj. lolz. See pix!) We sipped a cup of coffee at Cafe Adriatico. All of us just cant get enough of Echo who has been plaguing us with his silly antics since earlier at dinner. Mind you guys, Echo was sick that time for his bad throat. (Just imagine that lolz).

Videoke Time - after getting our enough caffeine we decided to walk along Nakpil and just found ourselves in front of videoke bar, synders, and before we know it, everybody is belting a piece. It is in that point that I think we had too much caffeine in our system, everybody is just hilarious and comic with the choice songs. I think covered all the genre for that evening, placing the cherry via "HollaBack Girl" as performed by Marco. Throughout the singing session everybody is having a greal deal of time. Echo is still and is simply the zaniest of us all, but of course, our little bunso wouldnt easily give out the crown. All of us dancing that turn to be the attraction for the people in Sonata (another videoke bar in Malate). The room we got has a glass walling, so you can just imagine. But I think, thats the way to enjoy life - Dont let other people bother your own happiness.

AsianHeatWave: Nicky Sura Teerakol

Name: Nicky Sura Teerakol
Nick Name: Nicky
Birthday: January 21, 1979
Nationality: Thai
Birth Place: Thailand
Astrological Sign: Aquarius
Age (currently): 21
Height: 179 cm
Weight: 71 kg
Race: Thai-English
Star Field: Singer, Actor, & Model
Music Label: RS Promotion
Favorite Car: Honda
Favorite Color: White
Favorite Name-Brand: Fubu 05
Religion: Christian
Family: Older brother & sister.
Favorite hobbies: Soccer, football & boxin’
Favorite soccer Team: Manchester United
Favorite Animal: Dog

Cam Shots!

"Prince Harry and the Royal Jewel."

"Stop Worrying, I think it fits you perfectly."

"The Signs of Our Times."

compliments to gaytwogether for the photos

Dare I Hope?

Dare I Hope?
Dare I hope to hope?
Is it safe? Is it right?
Am I hoping for nothing

But a black and empty night?
Hope should make me happy.
I should laugh, sing, and dance
Because I am hoping.

Right?Ha! Not a chance.
How is it that hope can leave me
Trembling in the darkness?
How is it that something so “good”

Should leave me feeling helpless?
Dare I hope to hope?
What difference does it make?
Fate will be fate in the end,

It will either “make or break.”
Does Fate regard my hope?
Does She listen? Or care?
Am I shooting for a star that

Simply isn’t there?I cannot know!
Oh, GodWhy must I struggle with
This doubt that pulls at me
Rends me, limb from limb?

What sort of hope leaves pain
Where it should instead leave joy?
Is this hope at all? Or perhaps
Some wicked demon’s ploy?

I cannot know! Dear heaven!
How can I even begin to dare
To hope for something – anything?
Is no assurance there?

No promise? No guarantee?
I cannot stand it! I cannot!
The doubt is a plague
In my every thought.

Dare I hope to hope
In a hope that leaves me dryAnd lost?
How can I dare
To hope in hope?
How can I?

Sophia White

My Favorite Concubine

Slender and sleek, alluring and seductive, she is a whore who plays with fire. She waits at every street corner, flirting with her eyes, teasing with her breast. All she asks for is a kiss, for that is all it takes to bring the kisser back to her again and again. Every time she is kissed, she injects a little of her smoky venom, until finally she hooked her victim forever. She is the bitch call Cigarette and I am one of her victims.

Adolescent curiosity led me to her and I kissed her for the first time. Cough-pant-fume-gasp, it didn’t taste good at all, but made me feel like a man nevertheless. It was rare occasions that took place secretly inside the bathroom, under the bed, and inside the closet. Smoking was only for the name, keeping the smoke in the mouth and blowing it out was the game.

One fine day, the kissing was deep, and the smoke broke the barrier of my throat to reach my lungs. A kick in the head, a slight dizziness, and I became a real kisser and a smoker. It had to happen someday, and it happened that day.

College happened. Smoking her came handy to belong to the upper class of the college apartheid. Smoking was a symbol of having done things which remained youthful fantasies to the others, instilling respect and fear to them. Every puff I inhaled declared, ‘I am not afraid of anyone’, and every puff exhaled screamed, ‘I am liberated.’ Everybody looked at me in awe and I was really happy.

Soon came the days when I can’t do without her anymore. Every occasion became an excuse to kiss her: at the morning flush, at breakfast, at lunch, at dinner, with tea, with wine…… My male chauvinism crumbled under her smoky lure, begging her for a kiss I realized I have been hooked for life.

My endeavor now is to unhooked myself now from her smoky clutches. But how, oh how.

I Believe.

• I believe in God.


• I believe his people are on the wrong path.


• I believe in Christ.
• I believe in reincarnation.


• I believe that man has corrupted God's book over and over again.


• I believe that the stars and primarily, the planets heavily influence us from birth.


• I believe in heaven but don't believe in a burning hell.


• I believe most life forces have a soul but life experiences and memories do not travel with them.


• I believe there are a limited amount of souls in the universe.


• I believe in angels, spirits, and demons.


• I believe in life on other planets.


• I believe in other life dimensions.


• I believe we are in control of our lives as long as it fits within the framework of our creator.


• I believe there is more in this world that we don't see, feel, or hear than we do see, feel or hear.


• I believe that some of us have a purpose here on earth and in our current life but not all.


• I believe that some of us have a purpose after our life on earth but not all.


• I believe that most of us never get to understand our purpose even when it is fulfilled.


• I believe that we should learn as much as we can from our elders before they go on to the next life or to the after life.


• I believe that I am a very young soul with only one or two lives before me.


• I believe that being gay is a gift from God to both me and to mankind.


• I believe in peace over war always.

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You? What Do You Believe?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips."

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I went to bed with a heavy heart last night. Mantra and me, somewhat have an arguement silent war fuck! I dont know how I would call it! about a text message sent to me by a boy who happen to be the son of the building owner where I am having my partime job. (He knows the boy, we happen to see him in malate the last time we visited Rainbow Project and ate with Jed and Marco) and after that the boy starts texting me, inquiring basics 101 in gay life.

What can I say I am no experts in terms of these things as well, but maybe I just somehow he found a connection in me. So, I try to answer as much as I could. IN SHORT, we became some sort of textmates and I included him in group message list.

Back to last night...

When I was about to retire last night to bed, I took a moment to send a message to my friends in group list to say good night, it says:

"Good Night! I just got home. This is the only time I feel the stress of this day that had thrown at me. I missed my Bed, just wanna lay down heavenly..."

Message Sent!

It is then that Mantra, got in the room and took my phone and as he usually do, scan for messages sent to me for that day. I dont mind really. For me, If it will help him to strengthen his trust towards me, I guess its okay.

"Houston, we have a problem" my message alert tone. Obviously, somebody in my list is still awake and took the courtesy to reply.

"Tangina talaga to na, tignan mo text ng cyron na yan!" Mantra exclaimed.

Then he forcefully give to me my mobilephone back.

"Siguro magjajakol ka noh! Joke!"

Then BANG!

I was telling him not to put malice on it, maybe the kid was just trying to pass a joke as indicated in the message. But he hear not.

Sigh.

"To Bleed willingfully and joyfully."

Safe Sex

My IQ?

Congratulations, Khalel! Your IQ score is 198

This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others. Your Intellectual Type is Exceptional Word Warrior. This means you have exceptional verbal skills. You can easily make sense of complex issues and take an unusually creative approach to solving problems. Your strengths also make you a visionary. Even without trying you're able to come up with lots of new and creative ideas.

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This is fun, guys. Try it!

Mantra Speaks: Love Doll

I am reposting this story from Mantra. I think it is a good story to remind us of love and to reminds us to listen well more to our heart and not to the pain that always blinds us. PAIN corrupts what is pure and divine about love. LOVE Unconditionally.

Read On guys...

I have a boyfriend who grew up with me.. His name is KHALEL. I always thought of him as a friend until last year,when we went to a trip from a club, i found that i fell in love with him.

Before the trip was over, I took a step andd confessed my love for him. And soon we became a pair of lovers..but we love each in different ways.

I always concentrate on him only, but by his side, there were so many guys. To me he was the only one,but to him,maybe i was just another guy.

One day i asked him if we couold watch a movie but he said he can't. I felt so disappointed. He was always like that. He met other guys in front of me like it was nothing.

To him i was just a boyfriend. The word LOVE only came from my mouth. Since i knew him, i never heard him say "I LOVE YOU" before.

To us there were'nt monthsaries and anniversaries at all. He didnt say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days...200 days..

Everyday before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll,everyday,without a fail...i dont know why.

Then my 26th birthday came. When i got up in the morning, i picture a party with him, i stranded myself in my room..waiting for his call, but lunch has passed, dinner passed and soon the sky was so dark,still he didnt call. It was already tiring to look at the phone. Then around 2 a.m., he suddenly called me and woke me up from my sleep. he told me to come out of the house. Still i felt joy and i ran out happily..but to my dismay, he just handed me another little doll. I asked him if he knows the date but...he ignored it he turned around and walked away like nothing happened. I felt so sad. I thought he remebered my birthday. I thought maybe he is not the right guiy for me.

After that day, I stayed home crying..just crying.. He didnt call me, although i was waiting. He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house. That's how those dolls piled up in my room

After a month, I got myself together and went back to work. But what made the pain resurface was i saw him on the street with another girl. He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me.

I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell. Why did he gave this to me? In a fit of anger, i threw the dolls around. Then suddenly the phone rung. It was him.He told me to come out of the house. I tried my best to calm myself and walked down to see and meet him outside. Then he came to my sight holding a big doll. I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road. I said i dont need dolls and i dont need person like him in my life. I spitted out all the words that were inside of me.But unlike the other days, his eyes are shakey.."IM SORRY", he apologized in tiny voice..Then he walked to the road to pick the doll. I told him not to pipck it anymore but he ignored me and just went to pick it up.

Then, a big truck was heading towards him. I shouted Khalel to move away but he didnt hear me. He squatted down and picked the doll.

The scene was terrifying..That's how he went away from me. without opening his eyesto say one word to me.

I remembered the days i spent with him and started counting the dolls..i ended counting 5 dolls. I then started to cry.. with a doll in my arms..i hugged it tightly..then suddenly....

"I LOVE YOU", i dropped the doll shocked. I pick up the dolls one by one and pressed its stomach. It says the same "I LOVE YOU

Why didnt i realized that? that his heart was always by my side, protecting me. Why didnt i realized he love me this much? i took out the big doll, the last doll he gave me and pressed its stomach..the voice came out, the one that i was missing so much..

"Ian, do you know what today is? we've been loving each other for 486 days. 486 days that i couldnt say i love you because i was too shy. If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say I love you everyday till the day I die.”

PLU Blogs: Ranked 20! Whew! Thanks!

Honestly, I getting amused by all this blog voting thingy over the net and somehow it is inspiring me to write more and "share my tears" with others.

To all of you have voted for me and those who conrtinously read my works... THANK YOU VERY MUCH! You guys are inspiring me more to write. Mwuah!

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Annoying Me: The How to Guide

dont wake me up, baby or else!!!

Call me and wake me with anything other than an emergency.

Within the first 30 minutes of waking, complain to me about something I did.

Within the first 30 minutes of waking, yell at, or around, me.

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Cmon try it. lolz.

The Ten Most Harmful Books!

According to conservative Human Events.

1. The Communist Manifesto
2. Mein Kampf
3. Quotations from Chairman Mao
4. The Kinsey Report
5. Democracy and Education
6. Das Kapital
7. The Feminine Mystique
8. The Course of Positive Philosophy
9. Beyond Good and Evil
10. General Theory of Employment, Interest and Money

Honorable Mentions include:

* The Population Bomb by Paul Ehrlich
* On Liberty by John Stuart Mill
* Beyond Freedom and Dignity by B.F. Skinner
* Reflections on Violence by Georges Sorel
* The Origin of Species by Charles Darwin
* Madness and Civilization by Michel Foucault
* Coming of Age in Samoa by Margaret Mead
* Unsafe at Any Speed by Ralph Nader (???)
* Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir
* Wretched of the Earth by Frantz Fanon
* Introduction to Psychoanalysis by Sigmund Freud* The Greening of America by Charles Reich
* Descent of Man by Charles Darwin
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Any conservatives care to defend this list?

The Power of Touch

There are fundamental problems with society. Most people feel that they are alone and that no one understands them; that they stand at a chasm between “self” and “them” that is never to be breached. There is a solution to the problem. Something simple: Touch.

It doesn’t have to be sexual or chalked full of emotion. Just by simply touching someone’s back, arm, or shoulder you’ve made a connection with them. Even if they don’t notice it, they’ll feel it. That feeling, that “connection” is what matters. It’s a section that has been missing from the bridge that spans the chasm of one person to the next.

We are social animals and our problem lies in society’s view of “independence”. The status quo says you’re a better person if you don’t need anyone else and never need any help. It’s been engrained in all of us. The individual has become an island unto themselves. This is wrong.

I’m not saying we can fix all of the world’s problems with such a simple solution but it would be a turn in the right direction.

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Happy Weekend Guys! I am taking a leave from my second job and gonna be giving someone the power of my touch!

Quote of the Day 09152006

"Never Try to Shine in Barrowed Finery"

- Jose P. Rizal

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Most of US, hilig magyabang eh wala naman pala ibubuga. So please, mas masarap kuminang sa sarili mong liwanag hindi yong nakikisabit ka sa kislap ng iba! toink! (di po ako galit, nagpapaliwanag lang. lolz)

C'mon, Guess.

Share with me what do you think this guy is doin'?

Ambiguity

I hide in ambiguity.

I handle almost all of my relationships that way whether friend or lover. It’s safe there. I can keep control over people and situations better if they don’t know where they’re going with me.

Let me explain with a metaphor:

You get into my cab and tell me where you want to go. You’ve never been to my city before. All you know or understand is where you want to end up. You don’t even know if we’re going the right direction. You’re just forced to trust me.

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gets nyo mga tol? Magulo ba?