Yesterday, November 22, 2011, I finally saw the difference between faggots and homosexuals (pertaining to bakla). Indeed I saw the form of a low-life faggot in the form of a freelance cross-dressing floor director who thinks he can be as sexually disturbing with anyone.

Not with me, this is the second encounter so I wouldn't let this pass without me doing anything. The first encounter was full of sexual slurs in which I can do nothing. Why? It's my first day at work and you're friends with my so-called office mates. Completely handicapped I was.

Yesterday you tried to touch me in the face and be as garbage as you can be. Yes, you are gay but you have no right to claim that you are fucking marginalized. And I have every fucking right to fight back every time a faggot attempts to harass me.

You are the definition of a faggot, you differentiate the term faggot from bakla. I have gay friends and relatives, and I respect their sexuality, they respect mine. They respect my space.

And you.. Mommy Gie, you're just another low-life produced by media. Produced by the tolerance of people to what they see with Vice Ganda on TV (to which they think is acceptable to society).

As much as I want to respect your rights, you faggot, better start paying respect to my space first. I have no problem talking to you but you can't go all out offensive on me. Because I discern, I still have a clear view of what is right and wrong.

But for now, we can't make amends because you are one immoral, sexually fueled faggot. And you don't deserve an ounce of my respect.

for all the good a person has done throughout his life, he will always be remembered for that one bad act or maybe several. because that's how it works. no good is remembered, only the great and bad are the ones that can be recalled in the history books. i won't be great, there's not much time for greatness.

all i want is to be forgotten, just for me to know i did something good

it's been ages..since my brain last worked!

i think i should be ambidextrous, left or right i do no good.

you might still feel underrated or unappreciated despite your stock value

idealists do discriminate a whole lot

for the ten years that i have smoked my ass out, i'll always go for menthol cigars even if they are associated with whores

what do you call tweeting? microblogging?

as much as i hated my father, i think i should be like my father. just as much as every baller wanted to be like mike

i think everybody should pass on me, i quit almost at everything

this is not an emo attempt, but i don't mind if you think of me as one

liberation, creativity and idealism they're the stars of the generation. imagine you were all of them.

who am i talking to? because i can't speak well

you must fear the idealists the most, they are the ku klux klan of logic

please do forgive my ignorance and insensitivity

i should abandon my definition of what a man is and beef up

i might have swallowed a bottle of estrogen

as much as i think i am ready for the 'real world', 'the big dance', 'the real deal' and whatever, don't believe me. my muscles aren't even cut yet. especially my brain if it's considered as a muscle

being stupid is fun. ask johnny knoxville

idealists disregard emotions too

i think my tooth is swollen

i've worked with people brighter than me and yours is just gaudy. even i can't answer you

it doesn't only count in the books you go everywhere

forgive my ignorance i swell your patience

are my ears dirty, eyes blind, nose stuffed, hands broken or simply say, am i fucking numb?

if i really saw it, airplanes rip clouds

yes its true i once fantasized about wearing a nazi uniform

i'll surely get beaten up or maybe killed by that

"never met a wiseman if so it's a woman" - kurt cobain

my knuckles are healthy enough again. i'm ready for fist fights

but don't expect me to give you a clean fight

besides there's no such thing as clean fights, you bleed and i bleed

if you're lazy, the activity will prematurely end

My little friends

I used to have little friends, happy little friends

Jumpy good little friends

Kicking good little friends

Tiniest of what you call 'little friends'

My little friends showed me the good times

Showed me a little shortcut to downtown

Got me running by midnight

My little friends never got me low

These little friends, so white and tiny

Got me smiling when there ain't no reason to do such an act

made me do it like I used to smile at 12

made me smile to no one at 1--

but at least they got me smiling in front of the mirror

My little friends told me how to read between the lines literally

and figuratively I should say.

My little friends are for free, for me at least.

Got me rocks when I can't get drunk enough

They showed me how to make a circle of a boxing ring

Told me I have a big dick, a big old dick

Told me I have red watery eyes

Told me to keep your head high

Told me how to make a daddy's little girl turn into a woman

Told me how to go from little boy into being the man...

of the hour or of 4 hours

They loved me so much, they stayed for 72 hours

all awake, we were all kicking during those stretch.

shooting like a loaded gun

going the extra mile without any gas at all

through the swelling, the crack and spurs

through meters that turn to miles, to infinity... and beyond.

everything went longer, bigger, faster and slower for me because of my little friends

I can't remember what my little friends look like.

Even with the aid of a D90 memory of mine

Like the way Spiderman kissed MJ, faceless but truly felt

and upside down too,like toenails on my cranium

everytime we meet i run dry, dry as an anus

more dry than how sex can get you dry

I wake up my little friends are gone

beside me is a turtle

we walk slow, turtle turns out to be a doctor

told me to take it slow, berserk is over

Dr. Turtle told me my little friends got me sick

Tried to kill me and ran away

betrayed me doing a judas dance, whatever that is

turtle left, didn't ask for anything

consultation and treatment was free

I found out my little friends were masked murderers

stopped looking for them

I am left with nothing

still I have pictures in my cerebro of how we rolled over the hill going to the top.