tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213093342024-03-19T11:13:43.326+08:00literary bulimiaThe diary of the eternally bored (or boring?) pessimistJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.comBlogger752125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-88259594954169623852017-02-14T10:58:00.000+08:002017-02-15T09:22:32.391+08:00V is for Vulnerable<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 15px;">Dear (Your Name),</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 15px;">I'm not even sure if you'd ever be able to read this but, hey. I need to let it out. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 15px;">I may have to cut ties online. It has been really difficult moving on. Merely seeing your name gives me anxiety. When I notice you're not ok, it bothers me and makes me want to be there for you. At the same time, it would also get me down when I realize that you may actually be doing great without me. I don't quite know what to do. I've been really lost. I even did a few stuff I'm not really proud of just to forget and get distracted.</span><br />
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I miss you. I miss waking up next to you. I miss your hysterical laughter. I miss going out with you. Like I said, you're like a ball of sunshine that just makes everything better. At least for me. Your presence served as my reward or prize after a hard day at work. You made me feel loved and assured, which is why it hurt so much when, all of a sudden, you left. I thought, after six years, it's finally our time. Sayang.</div>
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Sabi mo hindi pa pala tapos ang storya nyo. Sana you figured this out before making me believe that you loved me. You didn't mean it, sure. It doesn't change the fact though that you made these important realizations, this change of heart, at the expense of someone else. Someone who truly loved you. </div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Maybe I didn't show it enough but I loved you. I still do. I got there slowly but surely.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I keep wondering if you're happier now than when you were with me. If ever hindi, I hope you think hard enough and figure out what's going to make you truly happier and make the right decision.</span></div>
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In any case, I hope you're getting the love you truly deserve.</div>
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Take care, <a href="http://literarybulimia.blogspot.com/2011/11/boy-with-star-tattoo.html" target="_blank">Starboy</a>.</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-22480001672262662052017-01-15T12:56:00.000+08:002017-01-15T13:19:05.207+08:00Trying 2016<div style="text-align: justify;">
How the hell do people do it? Love, get their heart broken, love again, get hurt again, then do it all over again. How? Because that's pretty much what happened to me, and I'm already fucking tired of it. In fact, the first time I got my heart broken like that, I didn't know I'd be able to love again. But I did. But. Well, that was followed by yet another heartbreak--one that I didn't even expect to happen that soon. This all happened in one year.</div>
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Last year was tough. In fact, that's probably why I didn't even get the chance to post anything here. In May, my first-ever boyfriend and I fell apart. He asked for space and time in May, so we gave it a month. That was hell. In June, we talked and finalized the break-up. That really crushed me. I felt lost. He was supposed to be life partner.</div>
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The next months were spent for recovery. It was not easy, of course, but I did my best to gain back everything I had lost. Good thing my whole family went home in August so that kind of kept me sane. It was great, actually.</div>
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I went to the gym, spend more time with friends and loved ones, and event went to Bangkok for my birthday in September. I was getting back on my feet, slowly but surely. Even turning 30 felt great (#thirtyflirtyandThaiving).</div>
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In October, I met someone. This guy from the <a href="http://literarybulimia.blogspot.com/2011/11/boy-with-star-tattoo.html?m=1" target="_blank">past</a>. It started off pretty casual and fun. Then things got a little serious. I was hesitant because we were both fresh from a relationship and if we wanted it to really work, I thought we'd take our time. I didn't want to make the same mistakes I did with the last one that's all. We had our differences. I had my doubts. But this guy made me real happy. The chemistry was intoxicating--something I'ver never had with anyone else. I don't know. It just seemed so easy and light with this one. For weeks, I felt so assured, adored, loved.</div>
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Then, come December, actually, that was the evening of Christmas (How merry, right?), this one started falling apart too. It was so difficult because I was away so I couldn't do much. I was in Dubai visiting my sister, who, by the way, has been going through something, which is one of the reasons why I decided to visit her.</div>
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As suspected, exactly what I was fearing, this guy was not over his ex yet. To make the long story short, they got back together even before I could go back. I was shattered. This went on while I was dealing with some problems with my flights going back. My return had to be delayed by 3 days. I thought I'd go crazy. Every day, no matter how I tried to set it aside, I'd worry about not having someone to go back to. That was really painful.</div>
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By the time I got back, he had already made a soul-crushing decision. They were already back together. I gave him my pasalubong when we talked. He didn't want to accept it but I insisted. I bought those when we were still doing fine, after all.</div>
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The following night, he posted a photo of him wearing my pasalubong... beside his boyfriend who was coyly leaning on his chest. I didn't feel anger towards this guy until that moment. That was really harsh and insensitive and just really fucked up. It made me realize how little I ever meant to him.</div>
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I don't know where I went wrong. I felt like everything I did, it was for our own good. But why am I still the one suffering while he's out there being happy with this guy who, he claimed, wasn't even treating him well? I feel used--victimized, even. When they broke up, he needed an escape, some sort of good distraction. I was there, willing and able, so he went for me. Then, when they patched things up, he let me go just like that. Who the hell does that? What bugs me the most is this could've been avoided, really. He told me it's just not over with his ex yet. Uh... Maybe you should've figured that out first, made sure, before you made me believe that you loved me? Maybe you could've put more thought into things before asking me to go exclusive with you?</div>
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He figured it all out, what he wanted, at my expense--just when I had already fallen.</div>
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The thing with this guy is he really made me feel special. But just like that, he bails out on me, which makes me question the sincerity of everything he said and did. Everything happened so fast--too fast, actually. My head is still spinning from the sheer speed of how everything unfolded. It sucks because I genuinely had a great time with him. I still miss him, in fact. Is that fucked up?</div>
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So yeah, 2016 is the year I got my heart broken--twice. It all went on while I was also going through some shit at work and an issue with my sister. I'm still reeling from last year's turn of events but I'm hoping to get out of this better soon. Wish me luck.</div>
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Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-34203061840478203342015-11-21T22:48:00.002+08:002015-11-21T22:48:42.743+08:00Disarray and DifferencesHave you ever been with someone who's just so different from yourself that it kind of makes you stop and wonder what you're doing with this person? I have thought about it countless times; how we have differing, sometimes opposing, opinions and preferences. It's tough meeting in the middle, striking that balance. It makes you think that maybe we're not really meant to be together. Maybe it's not meant to work out. But I always go back to that time when we had just met, when everything seemed right, and we were both really happy. I understand it was a stage when we haven't fully revealed ourselves to each other, but it was a time of so much joy and promise nonetheless. I also hold on to every 'I love you', every touch, every kiss. Besides, I'd like to think that incidental differences are no match to strong will. I think this, we both agree on.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-32820762297455455072015-11-14T16:15:00.000+08:002015-11-14T16:15:34.179+08:00A Year LaterWhen I told you, "I'll get over it," I didn't think you'd become even more distant. In fact, I was hoping you'll help me out of it. Is that too much? I mean, you're a big reason why there's something to get over with, in the first place.<br />
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It has been a year since you sent me your resume so I could proofread it. Today, you couldn't even send me a text. You did, only after I asked where you were.<br />
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It's crazy how much change a year can do. Exactly the same period last year, I was the happiest. I was out of a job, but I was so damn cheerful. Because of you. Now, I can't even remember how many times I've broken down to tears within the last 24 hours or so. Because of you. And because of me too.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-45568230317772434782014-12-30T11:08:00.002+08:002014-12-30T11:08:41.171+08:00Year-enderWhat a year 2014 has been. I got to travel to many places for the first time, lost my job, and, importantly, met someone special. Yup, first boyfriend.<br />
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It's pretty amazing. The last time I was in a relationship was in college, about 10 years ago. It's great, so far, but I'm working my way through trust and commitment issues. My insecurities also tend to get in the way of happiness at times. I'm in a pretty good place overall though. I love him. He loves me.<br />
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Happy New Year! Here's to finding a job, traveling more, and celebrating love!<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-19661034373009178432014-10-30T23:59:00.000+08:002014-11-25T12:52:46.138+08:00Gains and LossesLost my job. Met someone.<br />
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Life is fair.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-43455364770991280892014-09-08T22:47:00.000+08:002014-09-08T22:47:10.165+08:00YeahSo it turns out they've broken up. I'm relieved, sure, but I have some fears;<br />
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1. He'll be in a new relationship soon and not with me.<br />
2. They'll get back together.<br />
3. We'll be together and he'll also cheat on me.<br />
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Gawd. So many red flags but I still can't stop myself. So much for turning a year wiser.<br />
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"...So I'm looking forward to hanging out with you more."<br />
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"Do you like that?"<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-27559531339577489082014-09-01T23:57:00.000+08:002014-09-02T00:02:35.624+08:0028It's official. I can no longer join the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/27_Club" target="_blank">27 Club</a>.<br />
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Seriously though, I'm really thankful. The past year has been pretty awesome; I got to travel a lot, I graduated from grad school, and I met new, interesting friends.<br />
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It was a good decision to go to Cebu this year instead of Boracay.<br />
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As usual, I miss celebrating my birthday with my family. But I can't complain.<br />
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Special thanks to my friend Luke for showing me around Cebu!<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-25520400984383510692014-08-26T23:31:00.002+08:002014-08-26T23:31:35.022+08:00Guys You Meet on Grindr (Part 2)<div style="text-align: center;">
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I met this one through his friend whom I was constantly talking to at the time. It didn't work out with his friend and I, but I bumped into this guy at the mall a week or so after this exchange of messages. One more time and I'll be convinced it's really the two of us who are meant to be together.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-20206584265947138192014-07-29T11:49:00.000+08:002014-07-29T11:49:08.959+08:00Guys You Meet on Grindr (Part 1)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-13668089950107615582014-06-10T13:20:00.002+08:002014-06-10T13:20:54.683+08:00The End of An Affair So I finally said it.<br />
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On somehow related news, here are some brilliant music videos by Sam Smith, who is singing his way to my heart right now.<br />
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Is he the gay Adele? I say yes.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-29739771740077107322014-05-31T23:30:00.000+08:002014-06-01T00:44:13.705+08:00Reminders About RisksIt has been two weeks since I went through yet another horrific ordeal brought about by some risky behavior. Let me just say though that I have been significantly careful since my last test, but I do understand that it still didn't completely eliminate the risks--not that I intend to live a saintly life anytime soon.<br />
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I'm grateful and happy about the result but I think it's a continuous battle. I've had the tendency to get really paranoid especially since a friend recently admitted to being positive (it was actually what really pushed me to finally check my status again), but I think you can't be too cautious, can you? Or do you risk missing out? There's a part of me that is convinced I should just totally avoid getting myself in risky situations but another part of me believes that I should live to the fullest and that involves taking risks.<br />
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In any case, it's good to always remember that no one is worth the trauma of not just the ailment itself but also the major mind-fuck that comes with getting tested knowing that you didn't protect yourself enough. Going there, Facetime-ing with family who were oblivious about the shit I was going through, while waiting for the result, was not fun at all--one of the most horribly surreal moments in my life.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-31758393878556352912014-04-29T15:10:00.002+08:002014-04-29T15:10:52.311+08:00Bitching About the Beach<div style="background-color: white;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm in serious need of a beach trip. This heat is just never good unless it comes with sand and sea!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I've been working remotely for four weeks now because we're in the process of moving to a different office so I've had some time to go on vacation. I did manage to squeeze in a Boracay trip two weeks ago when I went home but my tan is almost gone and I don't want to spend the rest of my time in the city. I have had enough of staying home, watching 'Hair Battle Spectacular' right before indulging in 'Sex and the City' reruns every afternoon while sweating like a pig. I turn on the AC but only once in a while because I'm trying to avoid electric (bill) shock. <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_560585405" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">On Monday</span></span>, we're back to regular programming at work, which means I only have a few free days left for frolicking in the glory of <strike>summer</strike> global warming.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So yeah, take me to the beach, will you?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-60378090149008190182014-03-28T17:51:00.001+08:002014-03-29T23:27:26.271+08:00RevisitationsI'm pretty much done with work so I've been revisiting the past by reading my old entries and boy has it been entertaining. I'm so glad I had most aspects my life chronicled until, of course, last year when I started to neglect this little online diary. So, in an effort to keep this journal alive, here I am, blogging from work.<br />
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Out of the subjects I've discussed here, I think it's the flames that I've had that really provided the most interesting material. I also realized blogging about such encounters allowed me to keep tabs of the type and number of guys I've met, which, I have a feeling, will be beneficial in the long run. So allow me to recall some of my attempts to find (or not) "the one" within the past months.<br />
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Let's see. There's that young interior designer from late last year with whom I reunited lately. There's John, someone I had hoped to see again - I just didn't expect it last week when I did, at The Fort. It didn't end well. No. Then there's that <i>balikbayan </i>guy from Australia that I met in Boracay. There's K who kicked off this year's dating life for with me. He was nice but not interested enough for another rendezvous, it seems. There's that one who came to my place but didn't even get past the staircase only because I didn't think it was worth it. Then the Valentine's Day guy. Ugh. I kind of regret that. Another bad idea came in the form of the Japanese-inspired one who lives near Rockwell. That wasn't worth it. Then of course, there's that recent reunion with that guy from <a href="http://www.literarybulimia.com/2013/11/new-guys-old-ways.html" target="_blank">last year</a>. He's a controversial case. He breaks my heart and melts it at the same time.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-68430907601667927352014-03-04T10:01:00.003+08:002014-03-04T10:01:59.957+08:00Freaked Out, Fucked UpI'm close to a meltdown. Work has been super stressful lately. Between writing and styling, there seems to be nothing going right. Ok, maybe that sounds ungrateful. I need a breather. No, I need to work on that revision and get those pull-outs. Oh, fuck it.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-76805125199274165022014-02-28T23:49:00.000+08:002014-03-01T00:42:09.067+08:00Quick HelloHello, I'm alive. So busy with work lately. I'm on the brink.<br />
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By the way, follow me on Instagram, yeah? totallyscottie<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-72321741100615972014-01-27T22:07:00.002+08:002014-01-27T22:07:54.530+08:00Blogger Be GoneI don't know about you but Twitter killed the blogger in me. And then there's Instagram. Also, I've been writing for a living so I've pretty much exhausted my vocabulary by the end of the day. I miss blogging but it doesn't seem to be as appealing to me as it used to be. Hopefully, I'd have that eagerness towards yapping about random stuff here once again.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-79963491307532210552013-12-09T22:44:00.003+08:002013-12-09T22:44:49.409+08:00Best of BoracayHere's a few snapshots from one of my favorite work assignments as of late.<br />
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It was a pretty indulgent trip. It would have been more enjoyable though if I didn't have that really bad diarrhea for the most part of my stay. It was horrible. It was so bad I barely slept one night. Shit was practically walking out of my asshole. But hey, I can't complain. At least it kept me from gaining weight.<br />
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Fun times.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-76660263192788386452013-11-25T23:16:00.002+08:002013-11-25T23:16:38.265+08:00Hickey HorrorWell, I had an interesting weekend.<br />
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I hope you had a good one.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-20647700903844602672013-11-23T01:31:00.000+08:002013-11-23T01:36:09.569+08:00New Guys, Old WaysI'm afraid I may be slipping back to my old ways. See, I've been very, very, very careful the past year or so to the point of paranoia. But now that I've finished school and have some spare time after work, I find myself getting bored a lot. But more than boredom, I think it's about time I get over the paranoia and carefully get back in the circuit.<br />
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I've going back to the gym for past three weeks now, which is great, but it's also partly because I'd like to be more marketable, so to speak. I was looking really unhealthy about two months ago.<br />
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Anyway, I'm back in the game. I think. I want to go on dates and hang out but I haven't really met anyone that I want to be seeing regularly. Well, until last week.<br />
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The moment I first saw his profile (online, but of course), I knew there was something. I don't know. I just felt good about him. It wasn't until about a week later that we finally met. It was last Friday night. He looks exactly the same in person as he does in pictures--if not better. He's gentle, smart and nice so when he asked me for the second time that night to sleep over, I just couldn't say no. It was, I think, the happiest I've been, in an intimate way, in a seriously long time. It's that kind of intimacy that makes you dream, that gives you foresight. He snored like crazy, rendering me sleepless. Still, I woke that morning, on his shoulder, with a smile on my face, which lasted throughout that day.<br />
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Two nights later, I was back in his place. He was sick but it didn't matter. I just really wanted to see him, which pretty much meant I was fucked and not exactly in the way that I prefer. I was falling too fast, too soon. This time, he fell asleep on my shoulder. With his head next to mine, I endured another night of his heavy snoring. I was a zombie at work the following day.<br />
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It has been four days since we last saw each other and I'm almost 100% certain now that everything wasn't I was hoping it to be. I mean, if he was looking for something more worthwhile with me, I'd be there, in his arms and not here, pounding on my keyboard.<br />
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Ah, it's good/awful to be back.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-5893642461474345642013-10-13T16:32:00.002+08:002013-10-13T17:19:01.597+08:00GraduationHello. I wish I could blog more often but I just have been too occupied lately. Twitter and Instagram are also to blame.<br />
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Anyway, I finally graduated yesterday. Yup, I've officially finished my master's degree. It didn't really sink in until I was there in PICC, taking part in the ceremonies. It feels amazing. I didn't cry but I was close.<br />
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As if graduating wasn't awesome enough, DLSU also won the UAAP championship game yesterday. I watched it in Chili's, Greenbelt with friends and many other La Sallians and a handful of UST supporters. It was so amazing. We were jumping and hugging each other during the winning moment.<br />
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Yesterday was truly one for the books. To God be the glory.<br />
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I hope I get to blog again soon. I miss it. In the meantime, I'm basking in the afterglow of victory.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-42116214458694553082013-09-06T20:26:00.003+08:002013-09-06T20:27:33.251+08:00Yanis MarshallI've been obsessed with this French choreographer's dance videos. He teaches dance in heels, and my gawd, is he good. I think Yanis Marshall and his crew can give Kazaky a run for their money.<br />
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Here are some of my favorites.<br />
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Ah-fucking-mazing.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-71627254282731611132013-09-03T23:55:00.001+08:002013-09-03T23:55:18.300+08:00The Grindr Effect/DefectHere's a thought-provoking video I found last night that reminded me of my recent vacation.<br />
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When you go to Boracay alone, especially if you're in your 20s and single, the expectation of people, and perhaps of yourself, is you'll meet someone, or some people, and go home with juicy stories for all your friends to giggle and laugh about. So when I got back from my recent vacation, it was no surprise that friends anticipated exciting (maybe even R-rated) stories from me. I think more than two people asked me if I had birthday sex. Sadly, I came home empty-handed.<br />
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Save for that incident when a guy kissed my ear while saying sorry for stepping on my slippers, my trip was pretty PG. I'm going to be lying if I said I didn't wish I had met someone but I'm also partly to blame. It was my choice to hang with my good, female friend from college for all the three nights I spent there, slimming down my chances of meeting someone. It was also my choice to dance up a storm instead of working my way around the bar and talking to prospects. But above everything else, I think my biggest deficiency or error, was not having Grindr. In fact, I don't even have mobile browsing right now because my Blackberry broke down a few weeks ago.<br />
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Apparently, the top gay scenesters have largely shifted to Grindr, which, I think, explains the poor selection left in Planet Romeo. I can personally attest to the latter as the profiles listed under Boracay were truly disappointing. My other friend, however, who was also visiting the island alone and who maintains a Grindr account, was on a roll, meeting multiple guys in one day, thanks to his iPhone. He even hooked up with that doctor I went on a date with earlier this year! He was swiping away half the time we were together, sun-bathing.<br />
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And it's not just Grindr anymore, apparently. The shift to mobile apps is further strengthened by newer similar applications such as Jack'd, Hornet and Bender, catering to today's savvy and adventurous gay guys.<br />
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I have no access to any of these apps at the moment and now, I can't help but feel like a second-class citizen of the gay world. I wondered what it would have been like had I had such convenience. That's when I realized what a difficult trick I would have been, having too many restrictions and conditions that most guys would probably not agree with. Somehow, I find slight relief in knowing that it never would have worked out.<br />
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This makes me long for the old days. By that I mean, the guys4men era with the simple, nondescript interface; a time when computers are left at home and bars are for dancing and for people who come up to each other without the help of any app.<br />
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So I didn't return with a hot, raunchy tale about how I met someone and did things I wouldn't want my family to know about but I can't say I didn't have a blast. Boracay just never disappoints. Besides, you don't need to be on vacation in a beautiful tropical island for those hanky panky stories, do you?<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-46214545999630508842013-09-01T04:02:00.000+08:002013-09-01T04:02:17.959+08:0027So I am definitely not getting any younger. I am approaching my late twenties and long-gone are the days when I would give a fake, older age when talking to someone online.<br />
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I just got back in my room from another night of drinking and dancing. Didn't really meet anyone, which is sad. Then again, I have too many hang-ups right now, anyway, and I've been totally paranoid. Thus, I've totally dismissed the notion of going back to the clubs alone in the hopes of snagging a worthwhile trick. It's four fucking thirty.<br />
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I've spent my recent birthdays away from my family so I can't help but feel homesick. As much as I'd love to extend, maybe it's a good thing I'm leaving the island in less than 12 hours.<br />
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Here's to 27!<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">literarybulimia@gmail.com</span>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882630824107031612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21309334.post-63819524520258286982013-08-30T10:13:00.002+08:002013-08-30T10:13:50.342+08:00Beach BumIt was in 2010 when I first traveled alone to Boracay. Three years later, I'm back to the same situation. I was supposed to be here for both work and leisure but the former no longer applies so I'm dedicating my entire stay for sunning, eating and drinking--and my on my own dime, of course.<br />
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It would be nice to have some friends with me, but hey, I can't let the lack of company stop me from taking a vacation. Besides, one of my good friends from college works here so she can hang with me during the evening.<br />
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This afternoon, after lunch, I had the chance to re-read one of my favorite books on one of my favorite spots on the island.<br />
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I'm turning a year older in two days and once again, I'm in this tropical paradise to mark the occasion. That's something worth celebrating, alone or otherwise.<br />
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