I’m perverse. You always knew, but I’m saying it.

My chest was invaded by pieces ever-expanding shards of ice. What was happening to me? I considered that a long shower would calm me down.

My invader liquefied into a thick hot stream of satin which coursed my arteries till my heart realized it was drowning in adrenalin. I felt so hot, unstable, and dizzy that the wall that protected my naked body from the outside quickly became a mother’s embrace while my shower head continued to rain on me. I tried catching my breath; I say I tried because I only got worse.

I relinquished myself to my veiled invader, not knowing what it was that made me concede. I concluded that I was longing for someone. Why? I thought. I don’t know why, but I wanted it. Of all the people I’ve been with, fell in love with, kissed with, held hands with, gazed eyes with, caught scent with, touched skins with, and shared silence with, there was only one in my mind. I had an unnatural desire to have her.

My synapses sparked for her when I had seconds for myself. This time was different; she just wouldn’t disappear from my head. Continue reading “I’m perverse. You always knew, but I’m saying it.”

Envy on Father’s Day

If you’ve read my previous entry about my father, you should. It sets the situation for what you’re about to read. But if you don’t want to, it’s fine.

As all of you well know, today is Father’s Day, a great day to be a dad. I haven’t celebrated Father’s Day since 2009, basically because I hate my father. He wasn’t much of a dad when I realised that my mom truly really loved me. Whether or not that love is more than my father’s, I will never know.

I have a friend, who I think I wrote about a while back, and my mother and I are friends with his entire family. His father is a real father figure, strong-willed, caring, funny, all that jazz. I sometimes think “why couldn’t my father be more like him?”.

But what really got me was when his father showed his fatherly affection towards his kids. It’s the type of love that you see only in dads. Continue reading “Envy on Father’s Day”

Double Digits After Three Years! /o/

I love to blog; I am addicted to it! But not to the extent that I can’t live without it :P If you are as addicted as I am, you would know how it feels when you see those statistical data (viewer counts) on your Dashboard, assuming that you’re on WordPress lol! I log in everyday to see how much of my content has been read, what’s been read and how frequently it’s been read. Then from what I learn from the data, I can partially see what I’m gonna write for my next blog entry. But another thing I noticed was the amount readers I’ve been gained over the years.

Before I joined the PostAWeek, my reader count have always been below ten each day. Now however, I’m getting at least 10 per day and at most I get 70 a day! That may not sound much to you, but getting 70 people to read about your opinions, your rants, your problems about life is something that I actually find incredible. 

I now feel really pumped up to write more and probably in three years time I’ll be getting triple-digit-viewer-counts :D

Saving Up for a Yashicaflex or a Ricohflex

Earlier today I went to school to pay for my tuition, then I did various errands with my mother. She left soon afterwards and I met up with a very close friend of mine, Julia (she’s a strange one hahaha!) I made her a promise that I would take her out and make it her day, but we had some change of plans along the way… so that just simply means that I have to take her out again :D Anyway, we went to a nearby mall called Robinson’s Manila (I think) to watch ‘On Stranger Tides’. The only available time was at 1:45PM and we had around 2 hours to kill. We walked around and stumbled upon an antique shop.

I told Julia “What are the chances that I find a Rolleiflex here?” “I dunno” she apathetically replied. So we went in anyway. I saw textiles, combs, old vinyl players and old toys. Then when I looked up on the shelves I saw Continue reading “Saving Up for a Yashicaflex or a Ricohflex”

What Happened to… “Us”?

I’ve always loved reading. When I was a small child (there are large children too, mind you) I kept reading story books in my school library. I was fascinated by these paper bounded wonders that contained a whole new world. Imagine that, with just a few hundred pages, you’ll be transported to a magical dimension of dragons and wizards! I’ve always loved reading those sort of stories, I loved how it always triggered my imagination. From one minute a spaceman, the next, a pirate. Most of the time I would stay up late trying to finish the stories my father would read to me. I’d build a little Indian tepee with my duvet and make a little campfire with my Continue reading “What Happened to… “Us”?”