My books that have lgbtq characters or relationships.

And it’s back to work tomorrow since Tuesday. Although I had duty last Saturday because there was an activity.

It’s sad that people only see what they want to see and only hear what they want to hear.

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I was born during the time when fairytales exist.
No back stories,
just happily ever afters,
and some catharsis in between.
But stories were made,
between a prince described as charming,
and a princess or a damsel who is always in distress.
With a woman who needs to wake up,
from a deep slumber with the use of a kiss,
accompanied by horses and dwarves.
Now I’m getting older
with no pixie dust around,
and Neverland is nowhere found.
Most of the time I see blood, guns, and hateful words,
and even write ups slicing like swords.
People and kids like it better,
when they hear, see or read,
stories about infidelity and dishonesty.
However there are romances sometimes,
that are hidden like treasure chests.
Because they are hot on the eyes,
with hots to be killed and slashed.
For many say it’s not right,
and it does not follow the light.
It might have been a happy ending,
all night dancing,
under the stars and the moonlight,
like those fairytales of delight.
But fairytales exist no longer
And maybe,
someone will pull the trigger.
Now those who were asleep,
have gotten on their feet.
To fight and take the lead.
But some books are kept,
Some books are hidden,
Just like a love bitten,
bleeding and somewhat forgotten.

— August 16, 2014 | Thought of some random rhymes and it really turned out as random as it is.

Why am I so stupid that I didn’t think of that? That maybe she’s throwing up because she’s sick today? And why am I crying here because I can’t say anything to make her feel better? Yeah. Because I am so stupid.


Kanina, habang nag aayos ng articles na ia-upload, kasama photos, nakaramdam ako ng takot. Takot na baka mamaya, hindi na ako marunong magsulat.

Hindi marunong in a way na magaling or talented talaga. Basta yung parang nawalan ka na ng drive to do the things you used to.

Our Cinemalaya date last week. :)

It might be very cold out there,
And I am far away to hug her.
She’s up at north,
I am here at the capital.
But I’ll be waiting.
In two or three days,
I know she’s coming.
We’d have so much fun,
By painting rainbows over the town.

- August 7, 2014



This photo makes me really sad when I look at it.

I promised her a Cinemalaya date weekend. We’re so excited about it, and I’m happy that we had the to chance to go, ‘cause I know she loves this film fest. She’s thrilled with out of the box film concepts. And like to see her eyes glimmer when each film starts and i like how she giggles with each witty line the characters say.

Sadly, i had to leave early for the sunday screening ‘cause my family has a little get-together for my uncle’s birthday. I really wanted to stay with her.

This photo was taken when we already said our goodbyes, and I was already in the jeep. I know I left her so upset. And so I will make it up to her. See you soon, babe.

Para akong tanga kanina. Nababadtrip, na ewan. Lalo na yung kinakabahan para bukas kasi may shoot slash pull-out slash coverage.

Para kang tanga! Hindi mo naman first time mag interview ng tao. Kesyo mayaman sila, kesyo Inglesero o Inglesera. Badtrip.

Hay. Pero pagka uwi ko, after kumain, gumaan pakiramdam ko. Baka gutom lang talaga ako kaya ganon. Dagdag mo pang ipit na ipit ako sa jeep kanina na gusto ko na bigwasan yung mga pasahero dahil mga ayaw umayos ng upo.

O siya, tutulog na ako. 8AM pull-out bukas.

At kinakabahan ata ako dahil wala akong idea kung ano yung event bukas. Shet.

Lately, I am having a feeling that I am scared of the rain. The heavy kind of rain. Especially when the wind is so gusty. The kind of feeling that you cower and hug something so tight, and close your eyes so much.

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I don’t want to smile just because someone said it makes me pretty. I want to smile for the reason that I am happy. A reason that’s genuine.

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I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear girlfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
Dear [insert URL here],

Dude this sounds fun

hopping on the bandwagon

(Source: wishtoconfess, via bubblegum--8itch)


everyone is a latent homosexual, ain’t they

So, you’re telling me that homosexuality is a mental or psychological disorder? Wow! First, a sin. Now, a disorder.

(Source: psychologicalfact, via wolves-like-chips-too)