Closet Clutters

When I came home, I hurried to take a shower. Scenes from what just happened flashed inside my head. Him sitting there. I stood by him. I followed him to his house. We did the deed. Still incredulous in my spontaneity and lack of judgement, I stood under the running water. What have I done? An older guy. Somewhere near our house. Where people might recognize me. What if someone saw me? What if the story spread? What will my family say? Maybe it's the universe saying, 'this is the last straw. don't throw your life away like that. learn from this.' Okay universe. I'll behave from now on. I will resist temptations. I won't anymore listen to the call of the night. But what really worries me is that it was partly caught in video. Damn you lust.

For two days now, my ex and I are poking each other in Facebook. (for back story regarding my ex, click here )Wait, what does poke suppose to mean anyway?

I just read about MRT stories from different blogs but didn't think it will happen to me. At some point, I did hope it would. And now that it happened, I am just giddy grateful for the experience. I boarded the MRT line from the Ayala station coming from a seminar in Makati this evening. My destination was Quezon Ave for a meeting. As expected, the train was packed with commuters. Running from the stairs, I made it to the last cart, at the back of the train. Already, commuters are shoulder to shoulder from each other. This got me excited. It's either I'll experience a signature MRT 'adventure' or at least I would witness one.

I was evesdropping in my relatives' conversation one day when the topic of homosexuality came up. They were talking about our other relatives being gay and lesbian and how they came out one by one. Then I heard one of them said that homosexuality is in our genes. Is it true? That homosexuality can be inherited? Or is homosexuality like other forms of lifestyle that can be learned and taught?