Half cooked... what?

Someone asked me why I pen my blogs as halfcookedabodo. I did not reply to his message but that's not important.

Half-cooked adobo... Actually, I just thought it was a smart pseudonym but not really as smart as I would like to project. Adobo is one of the dishes that is associated to us, Filipinos. This is already given. Everyone knows this. This is old story. Yada. Yada.

But why half-cooked? Why, oh why, you ask? That's because I'm half Filipino. I should have called myself Half-served Adobo, but I can't because I am not thin. Or Raw Adobo, but that's just too icky and will cause digestion problems. Come to think of it. Why can't we eat raw, unprocessed food such as meat in the first place? I'm sure that our ancentors before our ancestors did not find the need to cook food for digestive purposes. They'd hunt around, chase a poor innocent rabbit and  gobble up the poor defenseless rodent right then and there. No food preparations whatsoever.  No anything. With all the fur and the glistening internal organs saying a sweet hello to them. Ahh.. Oops. Rabbits may not have existed there. That's why I simply hate Epic/Period films. I'm blaming evolution for giving us weak-willed stomachs. Oh yeah. So half-cooked is very me. I'm very Filipino in every sense and being however, I don't possess the typical malay look. Maybe I wasn't cooked very well but just the same, I'm still an adobo.

Hope that answers it all. If you have another question, just shoot me a comment or just leave a message in Planet Romeo. Let me see what I can think of.




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Engaged in other things

You might notice the abrupt change of the tone of this blog. That's because it has been concentrated, deflected elsewhere. The sarcasm, the anger and all the emotional roller coaster has been given a different blog-- this is now being in turn just another usual blog--only more honest.

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My job requires be to be nice to people. But it also gives other people the opportunity to abuse it. I'm just one of them, but I am the one that completely defiles the name of my turf. What's good about it is that I get to see beautiful people. And by people, I mean guys. As the saying in Filipino goes, "Hanggang tingin lang ako." That same job is not allowing me to meet guys. Depressing.

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I hate it when this happen: I date a guy only to find out that he's friends with one of the guys I like-- and the other guy isn't interested with me.  What's worse is to find out that someone you had rejected finds a life partner in someone who rejected you. Ah, the circle of life.

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I always say to a lot of people that my family may not be perfect, but they're perfect enough for me. Someone needs to re-write that in every Economics book.

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The Sex Predators and the Homosexuals.

Don't ever ask me why I am coming up with this article. I was just at the wing of where I work, got a cigarette from my pocket, lit it and started contemplating about sexual predators for no apparent reason.

If you think that I saw a sex predator, or if I have fallen prey to some of them, you're dead wrong. Sex predators attack minors and not who is an adult with a brain of a minor. I'm just turning the whole idea upside down.

We know that a lot of people despises sexual predators. They gun after minors who can't even defend themselves. I know it's all wrong, disgusting and all the bad stuff in between. It traumatizes its victims and it may have some bad repercussions as the kid grows up. They may have the tendency to do drugs or even excel in life (those who don't find an excuse for their own stupidity).

I'm thinking now that I am thinking about these people, is it the same thing other people are thinking about homosexuals. That our act is disgusting, dirty, wrong, unnatural? Are we, homosexuals, something like sexual predators too? I'm doing this exercise for me to get a deeper understanding about sexual fetishes and acceptability first hand.

Just like them, we have no control over what we desire. For us, homosexuals, we find pleasure in having sex with that same gender. We don't control this. This is what we want and this is how we find pleasure. Countless times we have tried to revert our attention to the opposite sex, but no matter how right it seems, it all feels wrong and fake. I know you agree with me. I feel that this is the same with these guys. They have no control over it. They like doing it with minors and if they can do anything to stop themselves, they will. But they are just humans too. It's always easier said than done.

Now, I feel sad for them. I know I couldn't condemn them. It's just how they are. Much so, I couldn't condemn kleptomaniacs and other psychologically-incapacitated people, because it wasn't their fault to be like that.

No, I won't excuse my being homosexual, but I'm thankful that I wished to do it with guys in their legal ages. (I prefer people 25 above. ;))

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I said Shut Up, Canada!

It's just me.

Just wanted to air it out to everyone except the Canadian Embassy. I think my heart is going there, so please don't deny me even for one second.

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Someone just reminded me of "CLUELESS"

As I am writing this, I am currently single.

Well, from the onset of the blog I have been single, yeah? So nothing really new in there. But what is new is that I have taken a new role: I am trying to be a romantic purveyor to my friends. Call me the bridge, the cupid, the bridesmaid. (Bridesmaid?)

Right now, I have no idea who among my friends will need my services. They all kept mum to what they feel to another guy. I am still keeping that option open though.

That's better than to mope around telling people how miserable I am. "Tell me? Where am I suppose to give all this love to?"

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Needless to say, I have been dating a couple of guys now. You may be wondering why have I not mentioned this to you? That's because they're also readers of my blog-- in secret. Some of them are purposely checking this blog to read on what I actually think about them. So instead of passing out bullshits, I'm passing this one out.
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But let me give out at least a skinny of my dating life now: I am falling in love.  

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