i hate it when red wine bottles come with a bad cork. while i was opening one earlier, it broke and crumbled and the only way to deal with it is to try to get the top half off and push the other half inside to let the fluid flow. so that's what i did. good thing the empty bottle from last night was still there so i just transferred the contents there. my strainer, unfortunately, wasn't fine enough to block the cork crumbs so i find myself drinking a glass with cork bits. wah.
anyway, if i die today, it's gonna be from all the carbon monoxide entering my house no thanks to manila water's cement mixer directly in front of my house. i don't know why the fuck they always work at night, down to the drilling, pare! tangna. kaya eto, full-blast ang bintilador saka ionizer ko sa kwarto. punyeta sinusville na naman ending ko nito pag nagkataon. hay...
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found something nice on the mail today. read on:
The following is a very strong and moving letter written by the mother of a gay boy in Vermont..."Many letters have been sent to the Valley News concerning the homosexual menace in Vermont. I am the mother of a gay son and I've taken enough from you good people. I'm tired of your foolish rhetoric about the "homosexual agenda" and your allegations that accepting homosexuality is the same thing as advocating sex with children. You are cruel and ignorant. You have been robbing me of the joys of motherhood ever since my children were tiny.
My firstborn son started suffering at the hands of the moral little thugs from your moral, upright families from the time he was in the first grade. He was physically and verbally abused from first grade straight through high school because he was perceived to be gay.He never professed to be gay or had any association with anything gay, but he had the misfortune not to walk or have gestures like the other boys. He was called "fag" incessantly, starting when he was 6.
In high school, while your children were doing what kids that age should be doing, mine labored over a suicide note, drafting and redrafting it to be sure his family knew how much he loved them. My sobbing 17-year-old tore the heart out of me as he choked out that he just couldn't bear to continue living any longer, that he didn't want to be gay and that he couldn't face a life without dignity.
You have the audacity to talk about protecting families and children from the homosexual menace, while you yourselves tear apart families and drive children to despair. I don't know why my son is gay, but I do know that God didn't put him, and millions like him, on this Earth to give you someone to abuse. God gave you brains so that you could think, and it's about time you started doing that.
At the core of all your misguided beliefs is the belief that this could never happen to you, that there is some kind of subculture out there that people have chosen to join. The fact is that if it can happen to my family, it can happen to yours,and you won't get to choose. Whether it is genetic or whether something occurs during a critical time of fetal development, I don't know. I can only tell you with an absolute certainty that it is inborn.
If you want to tout your own morality, you'd best come up with something more substantive than your heterosexuality. You did nothing to earn it; it was given to you. If you disagree, I would be interested in hearing your story, because my own heterosexuality was a blessing I received with no effort whatsoever on my part. It is so woven into the very soul of me that nothing could ever change it. For those of you who reduce sexual orientation to a simple choice, a character issue, a bad habit or something that can be changed by a 10-step program, I'm puzzled. Are you saying that your own sexual orientation is nothing more than something you have chosen, that you could change it at will? If that's not the case, then why would you suggest that someone else can?
A popular theme in your letters is that Vermont has been infiltrated by outsiders. Both sides of my family have lived in Vermont for generations. I am heart and soul, a Vermonter, so I'll thank you to stop saying that you are speaking for "true Vermonters."
You invoke the memory of the brave people who have fought on the battlefield for this great country, saying that they didn't give their lives so that the "homosexual agenda" could tear down the principles they died defending. My 83-year-old father fought in some of the most horrific battles of World War II, was wounded and awarded the Purple Heart.He shakes his head in sadness at the life his grandson has had to live. He says he fought alongside homosexuals in those battles, that they did their part and bothered no one. One of his best friends in the service was gay, and he never knew it until the end, and when he did find out, it mattered not at all. That wasn't the measure of the man.
You religious folk just can't bear the thought that as my son emerges from the hell that was his childhood he might like to find a lifelong companion and have a measure of happiness. It offends your sensibilities that he should request the right to visit that companion in the hospital, to make medical decisions for him or to benefit from tax laws governing inheritance.How dare he? you say. These outrageous requests would threaten the very existence of your family, would undermine the sanctity of marriage. You use religion to abdicate your responsibility to be thinking human beings. There are vast numbers of religious people who find your attitudes repugnant. God is not for the privileged majority, and God knows my son has committed no sin. The deep-thinking author of a letter to the April 12 Valley News who lectures about homosexual sin and tells us about "those of us who have been blessed with the benefits of a religious upbringing" asks: "What ever happened to the idea of striving .to be better human beings than we are?" Indeed, sir, what ever happened to that? "
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put simply, homosexual love is about LOVE. di ba? i don't get why bigots can't get that. i wish i had written this retort to those who use the lord's name in their defense to attack another kind of love. god is love, di ba? so if they attack love, they attack god. homosexual love is love betweenn two similar individuals. therefore. do the math.
it's like those who say the reproductive health bill/act is the abortion bill, that it promotes abortion. hello. i've read that bill in full, baliktaran, like 4 times and there's no mention of that there. if any, ang sinasabi nito sa abortion ay nire-recognize niya na may mga nag-u-undergo nito pero hindi dapat i-tolerate ang practice, pero hindi rin dapat talikuran ng tulong ang mga nag-undergo nito. ang prublema kasi sa mga taong ito e they rahrah their ignorance and display their bigotry even more. sad.
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i'm not a huge ernest hemingway fan but when i read A MOVEABLE FEAST, wowee, i wish i can write like that. macho-ness aside, the man is a genius.
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had a tiring afternoon. decided to enter the compets anyway, what the hey. so prepared the stuff in the morning and rushed to makati post office to mail the one for chicago and hunted down the studio for the photo one. both succeeded, sacrificing breakfast and lunch by a good five hours there. okay lang naman. i geared my mind for a tokyo tokyo lunch sana at the shang for a third lakad but that didn't materialize. but before deciding to head to quiapo, ayun, nakakita ko ng tokyo tokyo. meron pala sa may metro mall something, that building that is the vortex of the mrt and lrt lines. so happy na ko dun :).
good finds at quiapo. 130 ea lang pala ang minidv tapes doon. bakit kaya ako nagpapaloko sa 220 ea sa labas? hay, i shoulda trusted my quiapo instincts. buti na lang at buhay pa ang mayer. shyet they're selling cooplix3200 at 11k flat! dapat dun ko na lang binili ang digicam ko. may mga canon pa sila. sayang. oh well, happy naman ako sa cam ko na eh no. naipanalo na nga nya ko ng photo contest ano so i should be grateful.
thank you coolpix ko *hugs digicam*
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this just in!
with cats, kittens and a dog roaming around the garage lawn, i've trained my ears to distinguish the noise they make from other noises. heard an unusual noise just a while ago, medyo may metal metal na tumatama sa semento. i opened the windows to check it out and lo and behold, i saw a really funny scene. as in nawala ang antok ko sa amusement.
sorry malabo. tumakas agad ang culprits bago ko nakuhanan ulit ng malinaw na version.
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ohmigad. the dukes of hazzard. hazzard talaga. can somebody assassinate jessica simpson for doing a bad remake of that boots are made for walking song? please please please?
jusko. menaya. rising artist of the month? e sampu sampera sound nila eh. lam mo yun? saw them open for emm grynner a few months back and it wasn't a happy experience.
ay vh1 is on na. sana mas madalas pa na vh1 kesa mtv. yehei. now we have good music with good music videos! nood muna ko til i doze off...
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