Closet Clutters

Last night I was supposed to meet a friend in a coffee shop. Half an our passed and I received a message from him saying that he would not be able to come. Wanting to finish transcribing my data, I just shrugged off being stood up and continued with my business. Minutes later, I found myself transferring from the couch area to the long table because the girl beside me just decided to air-dry her feet. The stench of her sweaty feet was giving me a headache. I really felt sorry for my nose for having to endure that disgusting odor. At the long table, I immediately noticed a good-looking guy across me. He seemed to work in a corporate setting judging from his attire of a combination of long sleeves and black slacks. As he was intently reading his book, I kept on stealing glances and just appreciating the pleasant face that he has. Even at first glance I already knew he was gay. I have a knack of being right ninety percent of the time thanks to my valid gaydar. With my earphon...

Something I read days ago suddenly helped me remember an entry I was supposed to write. This was supposed to be a post long time ago after a known couple broke up. They were together for  how many years and everybody in the the blogging and microblogging worlds know of their relationship. That is why there was shock when news of their separation broke out. Word has it that one of them may have fallen out of love. And later it was discovered that he had already been seeing someone. So observers like me can't help but wonder, which came first, falling out of love or falling in love with somebody else. To shed more light on the topic, I asked some friends regarding the subject at hand. To elicit unbiased  and general answers, I purposely omitted the inspiration of my inquiry. When someone is breaking up and reasoned that he already "fallen out of love", does it mean he has already "fallen in love" with somebody else? - Hindi naman. Pero pedeng un ...

Ano'ng feeling?  pabulong na tanong ko sa kanya habang binabaybay namin ang kalsada sa campus. Masakit.  ang mabilis niyang sagot waring alam na niya ang ibig kong sabihin. Mas mabuti pa yung ma-break-an kaysa yung mamatayan. Tumango na lamang ako sa kanyang sinabi, nagtitiwala sa kanyang salita, sabay tingin sa tinatahak ng aming sasakyan. Hindi ko alam kung ano sunod na sasabihin. Hindi ko kayang magkunyaring alam ang kanyang nararamdaman dahil di pa naman ako namamatayan ng minamahal. At sa puntong iyon, hindi pa rin ako sigurado kung ano sila noong pumanaw. Noong mamatay ang lola ko, na ka-close ko, mga ilang linggo pa lang, ok na ako. Iba kasi ito, biglaan. Hindi namin inaasahan , ang pagpatuloy niya. Siya kasi, 10 years kaming magkasama. Simula college pa lang ako. Araw-araw ko siyang nakikita. Lagi kaming magkasama sa bahay. Mahirap mag-move on sa ganoon. Akala ko mag-isa ka na lang sa bahay . Hindi, magkasama pa rin kami. Siyempre, press release ko...