About Blogging and Reading Blogs

Edited transcript from a YM conversation with Kane:

(Kane): Ternie, tell me the truth
(Kane): whats ur opinion of pinoy gay blogging
eternal_wanderer01: what about it?
(Kane): im curious
(Kane): do you think we have excellent writers?
(Kane): etc etc
eternal_wanderer01: each have their own styles
eternal_wanderer01: some write floridly
eternal_wanderer01: some write concisely
eternal_wanderer01: some write about big ideas
eternal_wanderer01: some write about mundane things
eternal_wanderer01: the whole i point?
eternal_wanderer01: i read to learn
eternal_wanderer01: both with what they have to say
eternal_wanderer01: and how they say it

*End of transcript*

Why do you read blogs? For that matter, why do you write in a blog?

In Search of Happiness

 "When you sense a faint potentiality for happiness after such dark times, you must grab on to the ankles of that happiness and not let go until it drags you face first out of the dirt - it is not selfishness, but obligation."

Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

Ever After

I wish I could say it ended up like a fairytale: the prince and I meet, we fall in love, and then we live happily ever after. And for a brief time, I actually thought we would.  He was charming as a prince, after all.  Tall, dashing, smart, well-established, seemingly sensitive as a poet, and having an inner core of strength that comes with tribulations in life - a perfect package that one only reads in children's bedtime stories. But what attracted me most was the way he'd cry at things that would tug at his heart: a nostalgic kundiman, or even a touching blog post or two.

Around the World in 80 Days, Proverbially Speaking 3 (A Re-post)

a thug at the Jewish Memorial in Berlin, Germany

Around the World in 80 Days, Proverbially Speaking 2 (A Re-post)

Old Town in Brussels, Belgium

I just love romping through these parts of any city! We spent the whole morning exploring the nooks and crannies in the old town section in Brussels. I munched on authentic Belgian waffles (almost bready in taste and texture), and loaded up on Belgian chocolates for pasalubong. Bad decision. It took all my creativity to figure out how to store the chocolates in my luggage without them being squashed.

By the way, I couldn't help but look for Patrash! lolz

A Proclamation

To the unnamed one who is broken, I am not here to piece you back together. I am not a mender, nor did I ever fancy myself to be one. It is you, and only who can do that; no one else. But these are the things I promise I can do for you:

That I will be there for you,

To cradle you in my arms when you need comfort,

And to lift your spirits,

That you may soar in the expansive skies once more,

As you rightfully should.

Ginahugma kita, Ga.

Around the World in 80 Days, Proverbially Speaking 1 (A Re-post)

The best part of what I used to do was that I got to travel around Asia, Europe, and North America singing my ass off. At that time, I'd take it for granted to pack my luggage for months at end. Sure, it was exhausting and grueling to be constantly on the road. But looking back, I was definitely lucky enough to have been be able to go around and see really, really cool stuff.