Pink and Blue

Intro. Is it safe to say that I have seen everything in PR?

I honestly don't know.

But what I do know is that I get to filter people from the photos they post there.

(What's with the one line paragraphs?)

Most of the guys in PR are people who seek virtually the same guy: the non-effeminate. It's okay if you're not that hot just as long as you're not a queen (should I take that back?)

In the lesbian world, they group themselves precisely. You may either be a PINK or a BLUE. Pink lesbians are lesbians who look and act like the stereotypical girl. You know, a girl who goes girly stuff. Yada-yada. The Blue however, is the macho type. These lesbians are 'normally' big women with short haircuts. They tend to be big because.. ugh... maybe, just maybe, they're hiding their boobs or their curves whatever.

In their world, the match is PINK and BLUE. Rare you'll find PINK and PINK but definitely you'll never see a BLUE and BLUE couple. It's just not going to work.

In my world, the male homosexual world, it's the same only backwards. If we just change the words, rare you'll find a PINK and BLUE couple. The match is ALWAYS BLUE and BLUE.  Macho to Macho. I blame it to the Macho culture why the system is like this frankly speaking. Personally, I prefer someone who people will not have an inkling they're gay.


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Life as I know it.

I stopped blogging by the time we hit our podcast; it didn't push through.

My partner & I have had cold feet before our podcast even seeing the light of day. We're still brewing it up and thinking that it could be somewhat powerful. It's just a blog and there are some of the guys out there who'd like to see videos except for something written.

In any case, I think I'm going to start this blog again-- focusing on my plight as a gay guy in the Philippines. This is the not the first time this has happened, but I'm still hoping that even in these dark days that I'm in now, nothing is above me than experiencing things first hand.

With that said, let the games begin.

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A Whopping 380!

You don't get that much publicity! While I am waiting for my cousin and my grandmother to drop by Robinson's Mall, I thought it is best to come up with another entry for this reviving blog.

Does it seem that I am writing because I am single? Maybe. I have mentioned before, even without much deliberation, that I'm currently running 4 blogs to date. I know, it's a handful.

So now, I have decided to update my PR page with a new picture. And this is what I got: 380 views. Who knew that picture could launch hundreds of ships! Yeah, yeah. You guys are right. It's just a number. What's quantity without quality, you say. I don't care. It's still 380!

What am I so excited about it anyway? The more people viewing me, the more chance that I get to be with someone I like, right? Wrong. I thought it's a little dangerous to do that because the more you get people viewing you, the more they get familiar with you.

Say for instance, there was one guy that kept on looking at me in a bus I was just on. As I got my ass back home, I opened PR and lo and behold: I got 2 messages from 2 separate guys who said that they've seen me in the bus.

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Not much motivation there

This is a dying blog I see. Not much materials to post. Oh well, better start with something else though.

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My Dating Life is Over.

Si, mi amigo. The dark ages has ended last month. Now, I'm a changed man-- status wise. Still the same guy everyone adores and hates. Just the typical me only with a life partner now.

I tried to come up with a write up about him; That's going to be different. Now, what I feel about this relationship that I have successfully committed myself into is wonderful. It started out as nothing until it blossomed to something else.

This author wants to share the details to you bastards out there. But this time around, I am going to keep it a secret. There is just no point of telling everyone about this because it's my special someone. Get yours.

On to another entry.

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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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Anu raw?

A Facebook friend few weeks back posted a printscreen of someone commenting on his advertisment. Apparently, this friend is a gay flick director. He's a very close friend of my hated director Direk Crisanto Pablo. I hate him because he passes his junk as indie film. Has anyone of you ever watched "Bathhouse?" It's stupid, dirty and does not represent anything I wish to represent as a gay man. It's just full of bullshit and so does everything else. He's passing pornography as art.

Enough about him, I am going to talk about the girl who made the hate comment against homosexuals. She said that no matter how much society is being open in accepting homosexuality as normal, she maintains that she's disgusted by the act. This outraged my friend. Wasn't it obvious? Ni-repost nga e.

If I could condole my friend, there's nothing really wrong with what the girl said. She was just saying that she's disgusted about seeing a man doing it with another man. Quits lang naman. We, gay men, don't like to do it with girls too. Especially with her, that's for sure. We are disgusted even by the thought it --- well, that is for this gay man. I don't want to me handled by girls and it disgusts me. So he shouldn't really mind. Heterosexuality may be normal to about 90% or people, but not for me. So, if the world turned topsy-turvy and the new normal is homosexuality, I would have done the same thing ONLY if someone will ask for my opinion.

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Dating... Dating.. Dating.

Nothing beats the blue when you've just gotten yourself single. You thought that the world is full of opportunities now that there isn't anything holding you back. This you must not exploit.

I have been single for almost 8 months now and frankly, I'm getting used to it. Before, I was giddy with excitement of finding new love. Not true love, just someone I would say I love you to is more than just enough. Now, I'm just in a slump.

Don't get me wrong. I don't like being single. I am at that point where commitment is valuable.

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Please don't call me, Canada!

Life's getting pretty dull here in the Philippines and you're taking that opportunity, aren't you? You know my heart is there and you are exploiting it, luring it like it was some fish to a cat.

So please don't call me anymore, Canada. Just get me and let's get this over with, shall we?


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Keeping up to the promise

Currently, I have come up with 2 more blogs which is still powered by Blogger.com. One is an open digital diary that speaks highly of my life as I see it. Half Cooked Adobo is my most honest blog to date and keeping up with 2 more of these things makes me want to go back and write something more for purposes of rant. I have been sick of trying to kiss people's ass and going back to the original way of blogging as I see it is therapeutic for me. No more bullshit for the meantime.

I also noticed that I still am receiving comments in this site. Forgive me if I haven't replied yet, but I promise you guys I will. I am still maintaining this blog if that's what you want to know. Thank you for the great comments, surely it's coming up as an internal motivation factor for me.


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WOW! 5 Followers!

Seriously, I gained 5 followers for the past few months? I wasn't expecting anyone to follow me in this blog but thank you nonetheless.

Just so everyone in this site knows, I have been busy with a new blog. This is my.. uhhh.. 1st maintained blog. I have a more public blog that I have been promoting to everyone in my social network. Now, I am brain-childing a new one which I hope will put money in the bank or at least be enough to pay for my internet fees every month. The last one is definitely boring but I will make it a point to make it more fun.

See you next ish, motherfuckers! :D

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BLAST FROM THE PAST: I love me some Pempengco

Okay, so I lied. I am NOT a fan, but that does not mean I don't like her. Without batting an eyelash, she's sweet, talented and heck, she's one of the personalities we have left in the Philippines that put us back on the map by ending the long over-dued ice age that was supposed to end like thousands and thousands of years ago.

Hah.

So why is she in my BLAST FROM THE PAST section? I went through some of the comments that I placed on one of this performer's videos. I commented that it would have been better if she take notice on how she pronounce her LONG E sounds. Mo Twister said in his blog about the Korean Pop sensation UKISS (I don't know them) that the fanbase of this group is very catty just like our featured star when he commented that they look like LESBIANS. Actually they do, but that's a different story.

So I shut YouTube down, went to bed and as I woke up, I went straight to YouTube only to find out that there were comments posted against what I said! And they don't make sense at all.

These are non-verbatim but one comment said that "Ang lakas mong makapag-baba ng kapwa mong Pinoy!" and the other I rolled laughing as he/she/it said that, "There is American-English and Filipino-English. I think (my username in YouTube) vocabulary is limited only to Filipino-English. Learn before you teach!" Puta! Ano raw?! Clearly, I will not tell all my readers what is the problem in their argument because I never intended to insult their intelligence anyway. So, what do you think is wrong with their comments? That I will leave it up to you.

I'd love to re-comment on what I said just so I could get even weirder arguements. Hmm.. Come to think of it, I should have-- but my heart is not a willing sacrifice. I will only get myself stressed, though I know that I am not supposed to.  I will only be sorry for inticing a mini-civil war against Charice's hoards and hoards of idealists?

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REPOSTING: Uganda's name is kinda like ripped from Gay Speak, don't you think?

Watch this video first. Here we have Pastor Doctor Martin Ssempa in his views against homosexuality.

Now then, here are my concerns:

1. Wow! He really DID his research! Being a homosexual myself, I have been couple of times rimmed and it was great. But I don't recall having poo-poo in my a-hole. It's always clean I have to say. However:

1.1. What does it have to do with you and everyone else? Will it threaten Uganda's national security?

1.2. How would we know you're not doing it to your wife-- or rather to your boyfriend?

1.3. If you are doing it to your wife, then what difference does it make?

1.4. Why do you care so much of what we, homosexuals do in bed. At least we're doing it with someone who wants to do it with us and not to someone we are shoving our dicks to unwilling throats like what you are doing to these people, metaphorically.

1.5. Is this some sort of frustration, Pastor?

2. Pastor Ssempa, what you just named is called a fetish. It does not only happen in homosexuality but heterosexuals does that too, you know. There is more than a 2o named sexual fetishes in any Psychology and Psychiatry book. One actually requires the partner to drink their urine and be covered in poo-poo, literally.

3. If in case that bill passes-- Oh no! I won't be able to go there. I won't see some tourist attraction like... uhm... the desert? Uh... The... the... fuck. I don't even care. In fact, no one cares a shit about going there anyway. The only reason why gay guys go there is to help you guys because you have been asking for it. This you are very, very good at I might add.

4. I bet someone had a hard-on from the audience while his projector is showing guys doing it with each other. Sweeeet!

5. The visual presentation was blurred. I wondered who's starring there. I just hope that it wasn't Sam Milby. Come to think of it, I hope it was him that's why it's all censored.

6. Besides, no one is taking your talk seriously. I had a good laugh. You can do stand-up comedy when you're done destroying our reputation.

7. I can't stop laughing when you requested children to step out because of the parental guidance nature of your talk. Damn, I can think of a hundred joke on that my brain is on fire!

I was kinda hoping an atheist or a pagan would spearhead this kind of delusion to other people for it to be credible. But I know they know better. So you religious prudes out there messing our case, too bad your god is not very good or very bright because if he was, then all you mother fuckers will die and go straight to hell for castigating innocent people.

Cheers!

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This guy deserves a break-- NOT SAM MILBY!

This is one of my favorite singers, Robbie (Rob or Robby in Pinoy Idol days) Navarro. He was named as the Philippines R&B Knight.

Oh yeah, just ignore the ad about voting him. If you are DYING to, then I'm afraid it's a little too late.

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ANIME RECOMMENDATION: One Piece

Nagka-blog na rin ako e galing-galingan ko na.

Few days before Ondoy chewed up the city and spit it like a sucked-dried tamarind seed, I was suffering from carbuncles. Yes, that's CARBUNCLES. It was more that 3 and more that I can bear. But while I was bed ridden for a week, this anime has kept me company for the rest of my carbuncles' wee period.

This is not just another pirate series or movie like Pirates of the Caribbean. One Piece is THE mecca of Japanese Anime story telling. I am at the lost of saying praise to this anime series. I have been puffing 3 cigarettes straight just for me to come up with a good description for it.

This anime is the longest standing Japanese Anime known in recent history. Boasting a total of 454 episodes (and is still running) and some 500+ manga to date. This is the story of the unbelievable adventures of Monkey D. Luffy, Captain of the Straw Hat Pirate Crew, in his quest for the coveted treasure called One Piece. It was said that who ever clutches this treasure will become the Pirate King. When he was younger, out of frustration to join Red-haired Shanks's pirate crew, Luffy ate a devil fruit called Gum Gum fruit (Gomu Gomu no mi in Japanese) allowing him to stretch his body to magnanimous proportions. Devil fruits come in different varieties allowing users to obtain fantastic abilities. It may give the users animal images and powers, manipulate objects and elements, and some enhance their physical features. The catch is, devil fruit users will be unable to swim.

Joining his motley crew are Ronoroa Zoa, his (supposed) first mate; Nami, the Navigator and weilder of the elements; Usopp, the sharpshooter; Sanji, the cook; Tony-Tony Chopper, the doctor; (Not in picture) Nico Robin, the archaeologist; Frankie, the shipwright and finally, Brook, the musician.

Among all the characters' story, my favorite tale of origin is that of Nico Robin. The story made me cry river! Yeah, I know, I'm such a pussy. Tony-Tony Chopper's origin also gave me the goosebumps and it also made me shed a few tears and there. My favorite character in Luffy's crew is Frankie. I could relate to him so much because I too am such a character in real life.

My favorite One Piece character who is not in Luffy's crew is Boa Hancock of the Amazon Lily Tribe. Why do I like her so much? Let me share with you one of my favorite lines:

"Do you know why I get away with things? That even if I kick a kitten or steal from any would-be ship, everyone forgives me? That's because... I... am.... BEAUTIFUL!"

Hay. Gusto ko ring kainin kung ano ang kinain niya.



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