tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40890449714865916642024-03-13T12:56:33.675+08:00Closet CluttersCloset chronicles of an average confused, curious, and confirmed gay guy.Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.comBlogger230125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-62907649062670917502023-05-13T14:40:00.001+08:002023-05-13T14:40:29.035+08:00The OneFeeling loved and inspired, I ask my friends, who are in long-term, serious relationships, how and when they realized that their partners were the ones. Here are their answers:1)"You don't know. You feel. Nagkakasundo kami palagi. And we have similar tastes."2)"I just felt it. Despite everything that happened to us, we still chose each other. I just knew it. Tapos nagising na lang din ako isang Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-23230478360573132662023-04-15T15:16:00.003+08:002023-04-15T15:16:48.372+08:00Blog era na ba ulit?Fell down a rabbit hole reading my previous blog posts tonight. It's like taking a time machine and experiencing the whole thing all over again.There are posts that I could remember who and what I was pertaining to. There are posts that left me wondering what I was talking about there. Though some of those memories are hazy and details aren't as clear, I still remember the feelings I had back Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-13906056161268747752022-03-16T17:15:00.001+08:002022-03-16T17:15:00.185+08:00Update to "Possible plot twist with a twist"So here's the sitch. Plot twist (PT) and I aren't chatting no more. "Why?" you might ask. So here's what happened.On the night we were supposed to meet, he bailed. He said that he was going to his friend's birthday party. I call it BS. We've been planning it for more than a year and we've been talking every day and only that night that he tells me he's not available. I wasn't having it. Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-16578599853175120582022-03-14T17:14:00.001+08:002022-03-14T17:14:05.757+08:00May kirot pa rin palaThe other day my most recent ex (MRE) messaged me. Actually, he replied in my story. My story was about the 4-year photo trend and his comment was to post the year we were together. Even joked to him "the one with you?"He just laughed at it and I did too. Then, I replied something that I later realized was a mistake. I asked him how he was.MRE: oks namanMe: that's good.MRE: lol. Super happy Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-83767039174454592902022-01-18T14:57:00.001+08:002022-01-18T14:57:09.822+08:00Pakialam Ninyo Ba?! P*tang ina talaga 'tong mga baklang 'tong salita nang salita sa katawan ko at sa eating habits ko. Pakialam ninyo ba? Akala ninyo ba ikinaganda ninyo 'yan. Ano bang gusto ninyong sabihin ko, Oo, makatakaw ako. Masiba ako. Walang kapaguran ang bituka ko. Sira ulo pala ninyo eh. Hindi naman kayo ang nagpapakain sa akin. Wala namang kayong naitutulong sa buhay ko eh. Iyong isa Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-65432769566116129732022-01-18T14:20:00.001+08:002022-01-18T14:20:11.835+08:00Throuple: Magtira naman kayo sa ibaJust learned that one of my favorite couple-friends added a third in their relationship since last year. I'm honestly quite curious how that works. I know that it takes a lot of maturity, trust, loyalty, love, respect, communication, and understanding to pull that off. But I wonder, how does the third one come in? Do couples decide first they want a third one or does the conversation happen when Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-1715687160290033842022-01-03T15:18:00.000+08:002022-01-03T15:18:12.519+08:00Possible plot twist with a twistI have been chatting with this guy for a few days now. Nakilala ko siya sa isang social media app - one of those random adds na naman. Yes, I'm that guy. Pero anong magagawa ko, I'm lonely. hahaAnyway, I commented one time in his photo, asking if he's still working where his profile says he's working. It was somewhere familiar because I had applied to that company before.So, we kept on chatting Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-21276884684096226712021-11-13T12:32:00.001+08:002021-11-13T12:32:18.181+08:00Self-sabotage I don't know why I keep doing this to myself. I know what I need to do. I know how important it is for my future and yet, here I am having an extremely difficult time getting things done. I am easily distracted from doing the thing I need to finish. I begin another project that is not important or do a completely unproductive, useless activity just to pass the time.I honestly, don't know. IMamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-65132145131555753342020-02-07T19:01:00.001+08:002020-02-07T19:01:26.884+08:00Mga ilang tagpo ng gabing iyonSa mga oras na iyon, tipong game na lang kaming magkakaibigan kung anong mangyari. Inumpisahan kasi nung isang guy na tumingin sa aming direksyon sa may Starbucks sa Greenfield. Tipong nag-uusap kaming magkakaibigan doon sa labas na tables nang sabay-sabay kaming napatingin sa isang lalaking dumaan. Sabay-sabay kaming nagtawanan nang mahuli kami. Pero ang nakakapagtaka ay kahit makalagpas na siyaMamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-86270356411916605662019-07-13T15:30:00.002+08:002019-07-13T15:30:20.783+08:00Back againI
I was the first one to arrive to his house. It was a familiar feeling being back there. It was even more familiar when we hugged. We hugged for a while before letting go. He toured me around his flat. It was huge. I was proud of him. I was proud of what he became.
We went to the living to room to chat. I sat beside him. There was no awkwardness, nothing that will tell you that it's been more Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-1467956640373376052019-07-07T13:37:00.000+08:002019-07-07T13:37:03.544+08:00Pride of a Closeted GayI recently watched/attended my first Pride Parade ever. This happened in San Francisco. Just a few hours drive from where I recently moved.
I was very excited in the days prior to the parade. I told my friend, whom I was meeting there, that I can't help but be giddy and ecstatic knowing I would be watching my first ever Pride.
But why was I so excited? I won't be able to post whatever photos I Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-20578284997022247872019-03-01T22:45:00.000+08:002019-03-01T22:45:00.308+08:00Where do I begin?I've been pondering for hours now (days now, actually, since I've been meaning to write since Tuesday night) on how I would like to begin this series of blog posts from my holiday. There have been a lot of emotions and experiences that I wanted to share with you and to my future self, but I didn't want to make it too emotional nor dramatic.
At first, before all of these happened, I was just Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-17543905227163101502019-02-05T13:32:00.001+08:002019-02-05T13:32:46.992+08:00Back from Outer SpaceOh yasss! I'm beckla from outer space. Just turn around now. It's nice to back in my home country, home of beautiful smiles and luscious men. Charot.
Higit sa isang taon din akong nawala at ngayon ay nagbabalik. Nagbalik upang makasama ang pamilya at mga kamag-anak, at makita ang mga kaibigan, lalong-lalo na ang sangkabaklaan kong tropa mula noon highschool hanggang sa blog at twitter.
Totoo. Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-8462475518926531952018-07-16T11:08:00.000+08:002018-07-16T11:08:28.741+08:00SimulaBale ika-16 na ng Hulyo ngayon sa Pinas at bukas ay ika-17 na. Dapat ay tatlong taon na kami ng huli kong kasintahan bukas. Ngunit tulad ng nasabi ko na sa nakaraang post ay wala na kami. Hindi kami umabot ng isang taon, ni hindi namin nasubukan 'yung pinaghahandaan naming LDR. Kung bakit kami naghiwalay ay sa ibang pagkakataon ko na sasabihin. Hindi iyon ang pakay ko sa post na ito bagkos,Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-12131679119857656642018-07-11T14:02:00.000+08:002018-07-11T14:02:02.023+08:00LingerIt was in an event of some sort. The venue was packed. People were chatting, drinking, dancing in every corner. Around the venue were booths, probably of the event's sponsors.
I went around the place, trying to see who was there. Surprisingly, I was with a date. I have met him weeks before, but the interest slowly faded.
As I walk around the dance floor, moving from booth to booth, I noticed a Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-8101221438963526112018-03-18T13:21:00.000+08:002018-03-18T13:21:33.662+08:00Love, Mamon.Just saw Love, Simon in our town cinema. I saw it alone. I just had to see it. There's something about coming of age movies, and teen love stories that excites me.
I came out of the theater with a renewed sense of hope for love after seeing the movie. Its poster reads "Everyone deserves a great love story." I do believe that now. I do believe that everyone deserves a great love story. I deserve Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-69461834096684082982018-01-20T13:05:00.000+08:002018-01-20T13:08:41.579+08:00Si TropaRecently I got in touch with the highschool barkada and of course, the secret kalandian was there. I think I have mentioned him in one of my entries before. Well, just to give you guys an idea again: he's slightly taller than me, a bit in the skinny side, dark, and well-endowed.
So heto na nga. Bilang matagal kaming hindi nagkitang magbabarkada, maraming kwentuhang naganap. Inabot kami ng Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-3284525248999943882017-02-21T03:25:00.001+08:002017-02-21T03:25:34.269+08:00InceptionI don't remember if I've written an inception story before but I had the weirdest (or hottest) inception dream the other night.
It was weird because it involves people from college that I haven't seen for quite awhile. So here's how the dream/s went.
I was sitting on a couch with, let's just call him, John. John is tall, dark, quiet, hairy, mysterious, and straight guy that I have always had a Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-62008492602923020792016-09-08T07:32:00.000+08:002016-09-08T07:32:48.782+08:00ClarityThing are starting to be clear now.
I have been seeing a number of pictures of Ilocos in my Newsfeed. It reminded me of the trip with the ex. It was a fun memory. Touring the region, the attractions, scenes, and landmarks.
But along with those happy memories is the first time we almost break up. For some reason I was having a fit. I wasn't sure what I was going through but it felt like I wasMamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-44766836164884014252016-08-25T11:11:00.001+08:002016-08-25T11:11:21.626+08:00the bluesMatapos kong ihinto ang sasakyan sa paradahan, di ko na napigilang umiyak. Habang tumutugtog ang kanta ni reyna Whitney Houston na I Have Nothing, ako naman ay humahagulgol. Di ko maintindihan kung anong lungkot yung bumalot sa akin.
Galing ako sa pasyente kanina. Sila ay matandang mag-asawa na nakatira sa isang assisted living facility. Tinanong ko yung babae tungkol sa kanilang anak. Ika niya,Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-76876205597983669302015-02-13T02:00:00.000+08:002015-02-13T02:00:30.963+08:00Unsettling
Unsettling
- adj. making you upset, dismay, disturb, uneasy
This is the feeling I really hate experiencing. It's like when something disrupts your current state and makes you feel uneasy and anxious. It's like having your brain think of a thousand thoughts all at the same time.
I never liked this feeling even in growing up. I see to it that everything is put into place before I retire to bed Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-66367725214324669652014-11-19T03:17:00.000+08:002014-11-19T03:17:01.471+08:00How to bring a mamon homeSa madaling salita, paano iuwi si Mamon [noon]?
Bago ko simulan ang pagbalik-tanaw, sagutin ko muna yung tanong ninyo marahil na 'anong kalibugan na naman ito?' Pramis, di [lang] libog ito. Napadaan kasi ko sa SOGO sa North Edsa kanina kaya may bigla lang akong naalala. ("Napadaan," ibig sabihin ay dumaan yung bus na sinakyan ko,) Kaya ito ang ilang maiksing kwentong kaladkarin ni Mamon.
"Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-36999798905516373902014-10-20T00:07:00.000+08:002014-10-20T00:42:21.226+08:00Moonlit Apollo
Sa mga bansang pinupuntahan ko mag-isa, gusto kong maranasan kung paano nagsasaya ang sangkabaklaan nila. Kaya noong nakakilala ako ng bakla dito, inaya ko siyang puntahan yung mga gaybar dito.
Una namin pinuntahan yung Apollo. Sabi niya, iyun daw yung pang upperclass na gaybar. Nasa loob siya ng isang mall tapos di rin naman kalakihan.
May bar, magandang lighting, lighted runway, Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-5268919413487016902014-09-24T16:43:00.001+08:002014-09-25T05:32:31.516+08:00Nasabi ko na ba sa'yo?
That moment he said he wanted to tell me something, I already knew what it was. I guess it's that feeling that you know what the other one feels. It's like your hearts are in synced and you're just waiting for the other one to confirm your suspicion.
Nasabi ko na ba sa'yo na...
Na ano?
Na mahal kita?...
Lost for words, all I could do was reply with a tight hug and a hundred kisses.
Our Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089044971486591664.post-62970328927651222032014-09-03T01:24:00.000+08:002014-09-03T01:24:02.768+08:00Those nightsThose nights
I spent with you
It was really special
Those nights
I laid beside you
It seemed right
Those mornings
I woke up in your arms
It's how I imagined it
Those mornings
I greeted you with a kiss or two
It's just bliss
That moment
We held hands in silence
Time seemed to stop
Those nights
Those mornings
Those moments
All kept in my heart.
:')Mamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825308178738842908noreply@blogger.com4