Showing posts with label high school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label high school. Show all posts

Friday, August 10, 2007

The old me

Aunt Aida left this afternoon to go back to New Jersey. All week she regaled us with the latest tsismis from the town where I grew up. There are so many changes and I was just amazed at how things could be different and the same at the same time. Most of my friends have graduated college and are now on graduate schools or have jobs. Most, as you might guess, have become nurses. A few have gone to med school.
I miss them all. I haven't returned to my hometown since moving here in Florida.

I began to wonder about the past.
About who I was then and who I am now.
Then, I was straight or rather denying the fact that I was even gay. I used to have a girlfriend whom I loved. But it just wasn't for me. She knew about me and played along.

Although I don't like my current location now, it really enabled me to find myself. I moved here and had no friends, no relatives except for my parents. I had nothing going for me. That's when I came out to myself. I know who I am.

Perhaps the next time I move others will know the real me. And I won't feel the need to hide anymore.

There's a time for everything.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Busy Bee

I've been inundated with work lately. I think they're testing me. Anyway, in between my regular routines and everyday stuff, I have neglected my blog. I read everyone else's though. Sometimes I have a great idea for a topic and it just slips away...like now. I will try my very very very best and hardest not to write about Ruffa or La Greta because they upset me.

I was browsing through YouTube and I found this funny music video from wayyyyyy back when I was in high school.



Memories...

BTW, I must have gotten 10 calls today from call center agents in Manila asking me if I wanted a loan, another credit card, etc. etc... I can hear right through the accents...which presents me with a dilemma. Since some of my friends in Pinas are agents themselves, I find it hard to hang up the phone so that means I have to hear the ENTIRE spiel, then turn them down. Mommy Dearest thinks it's weird. Am I being too nice? (God forbid!) Ciao!