Because your tattoos make me shiver.
OMG you guys, I haven't been posting in ages. F-list, you gots too much things happening (and i love it) but the WANK? Why do we even care? Crazy batshit insane people need to breathe and get a life. 2sexyboys, I give you hugs. Crazy bitch, making things all out of whack.
So, I turned 18 last week. Family is still sht as usual, and there are lot's of things to tell you. I rly, rly, rly hope that I can put it up for y'all.
Also! I made fic!!! But I haven't had time to post it. I'm scrimping on money, and I'm using the school's internetz, and we aren't allowed to use flashdrives here. :(
On non-daily events, I read several books! I finished an anthology of Filipino poetry in english, entitled "A Habit of Shores" by Gemino Abad. I'm currently reading its prequel, "A Native clearing", also in english. Reading poetry has made me prolific al over again, really, and I'm glad writing is being something I do unconsciously again. I also finished reading a book in the genre of gay literature. If I recall correctly, its title is "Brusko Pink" or Brusque Pink, literally. The cover claimed to be a view of the Filipino gay scene from the eyes of a gay writer himself--Louie something.
Meh.
The guy's book was something like reading a normal gay man's blog/diary--except the really naughty parts are put in PG for good measure. I won't say it was good, because frankly I cringed at his style of writing and the way he presented things. No, not because he was frank, but because I felt his style lacked a finesse that other seasoned writers (NOT ME, ok?) seem to be able to employ. The book was really all about Filipino gay society, or the pink society. Whatever.
So, an extra story. I was reading the flamboyantly gay book in the train (it has a pink cover, and torsos of men and drag queens applying lipstick on the cover, with "Brusko Pink" in script) and DUDE. I just read and read and get a seat on the train without so much as looking at anyone else that when I finally got to my stop, I stood up and FINALLY looked at my surroundings and this (yes, cute) guy looks at me and I look at him and he attempts a half-smile and looks at my book and looks at me again and smiles and I sniffle indifferently and walk off the train. PHEW.
Okay, next point. The guy loves to write, he begins most of his entries with "Do not cross me, I am angry and worthless, blah blah blahbitty blah." On retrospect, some of my old entries (in different mediums as well) kind of start in the same vein. The author loves coffee, his favorite? An Americana. (Or americano? huh.) It was, scarily, IMHO, that I was looking at a possible incarnation of myself in the future.
I mean. Loves to write, loves coffee (an americana, which incidentally is my usual order, if not a shot of espresso.), listens to Alanis Morisette and a bunch of other rock music (i think he liked some classical rock too), listens to club and such music as well and he is so similar in preference to my tastes that I felt compelled to close the book and never read it again--but I forced myself to.
Yes I did.
I thought: IF I succeed in writing, and continue to write in the unpolished style I do now, and IF I get sucked into the world of sexual gratification so common to the "pink" (I prefer to say "varied sexual orientation") culture, and IF I act more like a gay guy in the future (which I am actually scared of acting so--it just feels different and uncomfortable from who I am) then it is possible that this guy could be a premonition to what I could become.
And IF I did morph into a something like him, would I like it.
I think? Probably not.
Oh, the book? Not mine.
Finally: There is this guy who had just transferred from another department (FINE ARTS!!) to ours (The Arts and Letters. I think he just did, but I just found out he's a 1st year so...) and anyway, he's tall, and hot and has tattoos on his arm and right ring finger and two piercings on his ear and a tunnel (the big hole thingy piercing) in the lobe of his ear. He's got smoky eyes (no eyeliner, lol) and dude--I am not saying he's leaning on the bi side but--he looks at me! And just this afternoon I was caught by the idiot guards for not wearing the right trousers for our uniform (it had too much pockets) and I was so pissed and so I had to claim my ID at the office and WHAM! As I was explaining my dilemma as innocently as I could to the lady officer, he comes in and has to sign a warning slip, because he got "caught" in class using a cellphone. And. Just. As I was demonstrating how to use my trouser pockets, he comes in, and I whip around to look at him, and he looks at me for 3 seconds and I shut up, then I finish my piece abruptly. For the record, I was not talking loudly. Just. Good-looking people make me smile. Have I mentioned he smokes? And that we've smoked in the same area for several days now? LOL. I do not know why I even said that.
Aaaand last, really, on the love thingy, I gots news. Not necessarily important ones. :D I love you flist!
So, I turned 18 last week. Family is still sht as usual, and there are lot's of things to tell you. I rly, rly, rly hope that I can put it up for y'all.
Also! I made fic!!! But I haven't had time to post it. I'm scrimping on money, and I'm using the school's internetz, and we aren't allowed to use flashdrives here. :(
On non-daily events, I read several books! I finished an anthology of Filipino poetry in english, entitled "A Habit of Shores" by Gemino Abad. I'm currently reading its prequel, "A Native clearing", also in english. Reading poetry has made me prolific al over again, really, and I'm glad writing is being something I do unconsciously again. I also finished reading a book in the genre of gay literature. If I recall correctly, its title is "Brusko Pink" or Brusque Pink, literally. The cover claimed to be a view of the Filipino gay scene from the eyes of a gay writer himself--Louie something.
Meh.
The guy's book was something like reading a normal gay man's blog/diary--except the really naughty parts are put in PG for good measure. I won't say it was good, because frankly I cringed at his style of writing and the way he presented things. No, not because he was frank, but because I felt his style lacked a finesse that other seasoned writers (NOT ME, ok?) seem to be able to employ. The book was really all about Filipino gay society, or the pink society. Whatever.
So, an extra story. I was reading the flamboyantly gay book in the train (it has a pink cover, and torsos of men and drag queens applying lipstick on the cover, with "Brusko Pink" in script) and DUDE. I just read and read and get a seat on the train without so much as looking at anyone else that when I finally got to my stop, I stood up and FINALLY looked at my surroundings and this (yes, cute) guy looks at me and I look at him and he attempts a half-smile and looks at my book and looks at me again and smiles and I sniffle indifferently and walk off the train. PHEW.
Okay, next point. The guy loves to write, he begins most of his entries with "Do not cross me, I am angry and worthless, blah blah blahbitty blah." On retrospect, some of my old entries (in different mediums as well) kind of start in the same vein. The author loves coffee, his favorite? An Americana. (Or americano? huh.) It was, scarily, IMHO, that I was looking at a possible incarnation of myself in the future.
I mean. Loves to write, loves coffee (an americana, which incidentally is my usual order, if not a shot of espresso.), listens to Alanis Morisette and a bunch of other rock music (i think he liked some classical rock too), listens to club and such music as well and he is so similar in preference to my tastes that I felt compelled to close the book and never read it again--but I forced myself to.
Yes I did.
I thought: IF I succeed in writing, and continue to write in the unpolished style I do now, and IF I get sucked into the world of sexual gratification so common to the "pink" (I prefer to say "varied sexual orientation") culture, and IF I act more like a gay guy in the future (which I am actually scared of acting so--it just feels different and uncomfortable from who I am) then it is possible that this guy could be a premonition to what I could become.
And IF I did morph into a something like him, would I like it.
I think? Probably not.
Oh, the book? Not mine.
Finally: There is this guy who had just transferred from another department (FINE ARTS!!) to ours (The Arts and Letters. I think he just did, but I just found out he's a 1st year so...) and anyway, he's tall, and hot and has tattoos on his arm and right ring finger and two piercings on his ear and a tunnel (the big hole thingy piercing) in the lobe of his ear. He's got smoky eyes (no eyeliner, lol) and dude--I am not saying he's leaning on the bi side but--he looks at me! And just this afternoon I was caught by the idiot guards for not wearing the right trousers for our uniform (it had too much pockets) and I was so pissed and so I had to claim my ID at the office and WHAM! As I was explaining my dilemma as innocently as I could to the lady officer, he comes in and has to sign a warning slip, because he got "caught" in class using a cellphone. And. Just. As I was demonstrating how to use my trouser pockets, he comes in, and I whip around to look at him, and he looks at me for 3 seconds and I shut up, then I finish my piece abruptly. For the record, I was not talking loudly. Just. Good-looking people make me smile. Have I mentioned he smokes? And that we've smoked in the same area for several days now? LOL. I do not know why I even said that.
Aaaand last, really, on the love thingy, I gots news. Not necessarily important ones. :D I love you flist!