Thursday, October 29, 2009

Updates, Dating, and on Missing V

It is unusual for me not to be able to write an entry on my blog for the longest time, and yet for the past couple of weeks, I’ve complete ran out of time and opportunity (and even mood) to even take a glimpse of my blog – unfortunately. That, plus the fact that I have been really, extremely (borderline-life-altering) busy with a lot of things and simply didn’t find anything interesting to write about. But then I realized that’s not entirely true. Being a rather observant person, I could usually find something or someone to write about. And so, for this first entry (and probably the last) for the month of October, I would like to write about things that happened to me during the past month just to keep my very secret, very tiny fan-base updated.

To start off, this month is my official 2nd year anniversary of singlehood. And while it sometimes pains me to admit it, I have not found my significant other in two years of searching, trying and waiting. I did however; meet a couple of interesting chaps -- at least, worthy enough to mention on my blog entry.

One particular person whom I shall call, Mr. Almost-Made-It which I met a couple of months back but failed to write about was near perfect. We could talk for hours about anything under the sun (and moon – at times). We laughed on everything and had fun being together. Mr. AMI was sweet, kind, forgiving and simply a wonderful person. My friends adored him.

But there was just one problem. I couldn’t bring myself to be intimate with him. (You’re an adult, you know what I mean.) For some freakish reason, I just could not even fathom the idea of being on the same bed with him and do absolutely nothing else but sleep. At first, I thought this was just my fear to lose the passion of the relationship if the intimate moment turned out to be not how I expected to be. So I settled for the relationship instead without the wall-scratching and bed-pounding action that I am so used to. And after a month of dating, things were just getting worse. The looming problem over my “other head” has been too great and too much to go unnoticed. I kept dodging every attempt by faking sleep, faking stomach spasms, and even faking being drunk. I know, I know, I was evil. But alas, even my talented theatrical artistry could not hide what was wrong. The dating withered and eventually I had to speak up and tell the truth. I ended it in the most unbearable, coldest and even insensitive manner, I admit --- through text. As if the method wasn’t bad enough, I added insult to a very painful injury by telling him exactly what I felt, or should I say did NOT feel. A month or so passed, jumping into the present month, we started communicating again and I could sense this is bound to be just a ku-mare – which is a good thing.

Then there’s another guy I met at the most addicting social networking site—Facebook while I was in Malaysia for work. In a nutshell, he turned out better in the cyberworld that in person. I just didn’t agree on his views of relationships and priorities. In my opinion, he simply didn’t know what he wanted to do in his life. He picked me up after a two-week job in Malaysia. We got to talking, that’s when I realized that this is not the person I would want to be with long-term. And at this point in my life, I am not looking for flings, affairs, or short-lived relationships. Ranting about how bad things are at the office and plans of moving out of the country is not exactly what I would like to hear on a first date. Golden rule people: when on a first date, talk about your interests, hobbies and things that keep the conversation light but interesting not how you hate your boss and wish he’d drop dead anytime soon. If he could talk about a person he hates with such judgment and disdain, chances are his boss isn’t the only person he will eventually talk bad about. So, get the check, excuse yourself and run while you can.

I may be a bit presumptuous but heck; I can’t afford to waste my time with a person I can see no future with.

3rd guy --- Chinese-mestizo, mid-30s, professional, good-looking, stable -- financially and emotionally, and we pretty much shared the same vision. After a very nice and interesting first date, it never reached a second. Why? I could only assume. To this date, I have not heard from him again after a brief week of exchanging sms’ planning for the second meeting which obviously never transpired. I guess some guys usually prefer the disappearing act than have the balls to confront. Gawd, sometimes I wonder why I even try to date.

And then the other night, I found the answer to this riddle when I dated a deaf guy. Yes, he’s deaf and we dated. I was actually a bit hesitant to meet up with him but my messiah complex got the best of me. We understood each other since I knew a little sign language which apparently turned out to be pretty good according to him. I figured as much or that date wouldn’t have lasted over the initial “hi” and “hello.” I asked him with his disability, “Does it hinder you from finding love?” And he replied, “Why should it?”

I guess every one of us is in search of something, be it: love, self, hope, and for most people even sanity. But I’ve decided to stop dating for a while. Not because of the too many failed attempts as mentioned but because it is taxing. Getting to know someone especially on a date can be quite a tedious task. Sometimes I just wish I could meet someone like how I met V, simple, uncomplicated and real. He was asking for directions while I was in my jammies on my way to 7-11. Just like that. We lasted for almost 3 years and many years after – he’s still the measurement of what a relationship should be to me.

Simple, uncomplicated and real.

Love letters and idealisms by Noel Abelardo

Monday, September 21, 2009

Attack of the Mush: Interesting Conversations

I started talking to this guy online for about a week now. Haven't seen him, have no idea how he looks like but bottomline, I love the way he thinks, the way he writes and they way all this remains to be a mystery. Scared? Yes, but I'm willing to see where this all will go. After all, nothing is really certain. We could only wish to hope and pray ever so diligently that this might work. And if it doesn't, we move on. Just like before.

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Him: 15. Sep. 2009 - 20:15
searching for love, sex and magic? necessarily in that order? :)

ME: 15. Sep. 2009 - 20:24
not really.. but preferably with a picture. hehe!

Him:i 15. Sep. 2009 - 20:26
tempting... :)

ME: 15. Sep. 2009 - 20:28
i'm sure. :D

Him: 15. Sep. 2009 - 20:29
my loss then :)

ME: 15. Sep. 2009 - 20:37
or perhaps mine.. :) we'll never really know...

Him: 15. Sep. 2009 - 20:40
hahaha, you are one witty piece of neuron

ME: 15. Sep. 2009 - 20:44
hmmm... i could probably say the same thing about you.

interesting, i usually ignore guys who message me without pics but then again... it's refreshing to see a message with more than 2 sentences (and not a template).. than the usual "hi", "hello", or worse, "helloww poh, kamustahhh pow kayoh?" HAHAHA!

Him: 15. Sep. 2009 - 20:47
i dont see that as messages, they are regarded as TRASH!!!! well, options available to a nice looking guy are endless. but sometimes there is the lil devil called curiosity that pokes your mind with the idea that "hey, this one might work!"

but then again, you have the option to ignore.

or we continue this kind of conversation. your choice!

my ym id remains to be *****

ME: 15. Sep. 2009 - 20:52
i'd love too.. but i just finished a toxic day at the office. i'm just about to leave. might not be able to catch or go online when i go home.. too tired most probably.

so next best thing, mobile. if that's not too personal, here's my number 0917******.

Him: 15. Sep. 2009 - 20:57
i see. i just hope your toxicity will be compensated for most of the employed's salary are waiting to be withdrawn!!! teller machine rocks today!!!!

well, i wish you well and a safe travel going home. dont worry, your number is safe with me. :)

ME: 16. Sep. 2009 - 11:50
hehehe.. payday for our company is 10-25. :) and no, i'm not paid well enough! but i love my boss and my job so I do it for that reason alone.

yeah, i figured my number was safe with you since you never really messaged me or anything. locked in a vault? =D

Him: 16. Sep. 2009 - 21:58
so dinner on the 25th will be on your tab? hahaha. Underpayment is a misnomer. If you have lots of cash, taxation will be lurking CLOSE behind.

i dont expect you are the message-type person. But yeah ive been hooked in my own vault (read: deadlines) and this is the only time i can check.

my apologies. safety is my primordial concern!!! :)

ME: 17. Sep. 2009 - 10:30
hmmm... you're really starting to poke on my interest a little more. either you're an english major, you love reading books, a writer, or you're a stalker who knows me and the fact that i am turned-on by great minds. so which is it?! :P

25th dinner -- i would love to but unfortunately, i will be in Malaysia by that time and will be gone for 2 weeks. i'm leaving on wednesday next week.

here's my ym in case we catch each other on-line: angel_of_mourn (don't ask, i've had that since high school and was too lazy to change it.)

Him: 17. Sep. 2009 - 21:57
nope, not an english major. If you read the curriculum description of such course, you will have second thoughts.

i love books, that is a confession BUT!!! i am also a writer (in my own ways). Not into blogging though, i have too much stress in life and i firmly believe that the walls of social networking sites are not fora for rantings.

im no stalker too. i dont want to suspend life's happenings conditioned on another. thats a sad life, boring and lethal! hahaha.

maybe i have caffeinated neurons inside this temple. and maybe you have those too. thus, the connection.

Malaysia trip? travel is soothing for the weary soul. But if it is business or work-oriented, then maybe a change of workplace is also an alternative. regardless of teh purpose, you are mature and old enough to remind yourself to take care.

thank you for the ym id. i feel guilty because i have not offered anything in return. thus, i am 0915******.

dinner on the 25th postponed? do you reschedule? ordinarily, i dont. but since you have been nice and accommodating, what is two week wait mode? :)

ME: 18. Sep. 2009 - 13:07
This is turning out to be more and more like a blog entry. It's been a long time since I've conversed with someone such as you. And yes, I'm loving it very much.

so you love books, and write -- two things i hold very high regard of. I'm a writer myself but unlike you, I do my rantings on my blog for the world to read. When I initially created that blog back in 2004, it was more of a place to store all things that i've written. Later on, it became an outlet of sorts for my melodramatic, sometimes chaotic, but mostly ecstatic (wait, did I just rhyme?) life. Now, I mostly write about my experiences in life, love and losing. Three topics I am very much, if not overtly familiar with.

and you're not a stalker... good coz I wouldn't know what name to write on the restraining order (if ever).

yup, definitely have some, if not most neurons caffeinated. everyday coffee drinking and did I mention the title of my blog is Suicide By Coffee (NOTE: Promise you won't look it up!)

I've been going in and out of Malaysia for almost 3 years now. "Suyang-suya" na ako don! Hehehe! But yes, I change of environment from time to time is good for the heart, body and maybe even the soul.

oh wow. an number, think if I should sms you immediately, perhaps I should wait an hour or so before I do. Don't want to seem too eager! Haha!

Yes we could reschedule, how about before I leave. Lemme know if you're up to the challenge.

Him: 18. Sep. 2009 - 23:49
well, i have been conversing with "sensible" peeps on this site. They are scarce, yet some are promising. But then they will shatter the mind challenges and the wisdom taunting conversation with 3 words --- "face pic please". Will then go to square one again. good thing expectations are tempered. i can go through all these again and again.

i think writing vis-a-vis reading is a normal package. unless one writes mathematical themes or nuclear physics that is confined with a mono faceted subject, the two should be used, enjoyed and practice simultaneously.

if i am a stalker, i would just crush your restraining order via mandatory injunction or motion for reconsideration, appeal perhaps? but then again, a good stalker finds pleasure in following without being spotted right?

i am torn between the good effect to critical and free minds on one side and the hurt caused to others by blogs. others might misinterpret you or destroy you back even without your intention doing the same in the first place. thats why blogs do not excite me much. people with minds creating them do excite me more (and more!!! lol). im too lazy to search engine the title of your blog. just tell me the interesting parts on dinner (on you?). I assume a good writer like you is as eloquent and expressive with thoughts.

malaysia? I dont like their restrooms!!! some do not have toilet bowls!!! CRAP!!! literally!!! i love the idea of public showers on railroad stations though. a haven for backpacker-cruisers!!! hahahaha.

still no SMS. even if i brag about the fact that there is this cute person seemingly interested (and equally interesting), i still wanted that message!!! how is he different composing text messages from the free language of the PC? without the message, what difference will it be?

we cant reschedule before your trip. I am on my way to the island paradise of palawan, el nido and coron. while my initial return date is tuesday, i might pay additional bucks to enjoy. Dont worry, i think its worth the wait!!!

til next time. :)


-FIN-

Love letters and idealisms by Noel Abelardo

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Because It's My Choice and Not Yours

Last night, I realized that I am a square peg in my very rounded hole and by hole I mean this world. For almost two years that I’ve been single, I’ve searched, waited and longed for love. And it eluded me ever so passionately. I’ve dated and met a lot of people over the past two years and yet, for some reason it just didn’t fit. I didn’t fit.

I’ve been in love before every so often. And while it is the most magical thing in the world, losing it is also the most tragic. It doesn’t matter how many San Miguel Light you drink with your friends or how many love stories you watch, or even how many times you go to bed with someone you hardly even know, I still go to bed every night wondering, going through every detail of how for a split second you made yourself believe that you’re happy loving someone who doesn’t love you back.

I woke up this morning depressed and in tears. Something I also could not explain. But this is not the first time it had happened to me. Usually during the “BER” months that I am single, I somehow get into this mode. And it just sucks!

And so I tried to put meaning to my tears. I asked myself why I was sad. Why in my semi-perfect life, good career, intact family, wonderful friends, the only thing missing is someone I could share the great things in my life with? Why is it that as you get older you raise your expectations and never settle for anything less that what you think you’re worth? And then I came to my senses; I stood up, cleaned the entire apartment, ate very late lunch and sat down to watch “The Holiday” for the nth time. And the answer came to me; you find love when you least expect it. You just do.

Today, I only allowed myself to cry for a few minutes because I needed it. I needed to get my frustration out in the open. Not because I wanted to but because at the end of the day it’s my choice to either sad or to be happy. And now, I chose to be happy. Why? Because, I can!


Love letters and idealisms by Noel Abelardo

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

One More Reason Not To Date Anyone Younger Than You... (or in this case, anyone with the intellect of a squirrel.) LOL!

Definitely worth blogging....

One of the reasons, why I should really stop going out with boys! SOME OF THEM have the emotional and intellectual capacity the size of a teaspoon. HAHAHA! Anyway, this conversation was done over PlanetRomeo (a social networking site for PLUs).

This is a conversation between me and a 23-year-old gay guy names Jaycee.

Enjoy reading...


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1. slimleon 15. Sep. 2009 - 15:02
define poser. :D

2. jaycee08 15. Sep. 2009 - 15:05
poser?

3. slimleon 15. Sep. 2009 - 15:06
sa profile mo. :)

4. jaycee08 15. Sep. 2009 - 15:08
what????? ganun b tayo kclose for you to call me poser. magkaibigan nga kayo ni melissa! parehas masama ugali!

5. slimleon 15. Sep. 2009 - 15:23
ano ba?! chill! you misunderstood.

Online: NO FACE PIC, NO REPLY! POSERS WONT BE ENTERTAINED! -- yan ang headline mo sa profile mo di ba?

so i was asking you as a joke to define poser. mashado ka naman hot-headed....

6. slimleon 15. Sep. 2009 - 15:26
and you just judged and called me "masamang ugali" and you don't even know me... and all based on a simple and laughable misunderstanding. and on top of that, you just called my friend masamang ugali too. hmmm...

sino kaya sa atin ang may masamang ugali? :(

7. jaycee08 15. Sep. 2009 - 15:28
it's not a good joke.

8. slimleon 15. Sep. 2009 - 15:31
what?! hahaha! wow! i never said you were a poser and obviously you didn't get the joke. anyway, as i said, chill.. i think you're stressing over such a little thing.

either that or you really didn't get what my message meant.

take care then!

9. jaycee08 15. Sep. 2009 - 15:31
whatever. just stop sending me msgs. thanks. so next time be careful with ur jokes. bye.

10. slimleon 15. Sep. 2009 - 15:32
hahah! kids nga naman...

oh well.. god bless!

11. jaycee08 15. Sep. 2009 - 15:34
yeah kids nga naman, they love laughing at their stupid jokes.

12. slimleon 15. Sep. 2009 - 15:38
just because you have an emotional and intellectual capacity the size of a teaspoon doesn't mean the world is always after you!

you'll soon realize what an unbelievably idiotic thing you're stressing about.... until then, i bid you farewell and good luck! :)

-FIN-

Love letters and idealisms by Noel Abelardo

Monday, August 17, 2009

Attack of the Mush: On Wanting

I’ve nearly forgotten the last time I fell in love. Though I do remember, that when I did, it felt damn great. I barely recall the last person who made me feel that nothing else in the world mattered as long as we were together. All I knew was he was there… with me.

When I think about all the bad things happening in the world. The recession, the never-ending war amongst fellow men, AH1N1, calamities and even everyday crimes --- from as petty as theft to all the way as inhuman as murder. When I think about the world and its evil, it’s no wonder I am not the only one looking for love.

But as far as I am concerned whenever any calamity, war, disease, or any injustice brought about by evil to any man, even a death of a matriarch of a country such as ours, people come together to express what seems to be more than sympathy but true love and concern. But yes, love is often seen at its best during the worst of times. Though fortunately, that’s not always the case.
But as far as I am concerned whenever any calamity, war, disease, or any injustice brought about by evil to any man, even a death of matriarch of a country such as ours, people come together to express what seems to be more than sympathy but true love and concern. But yes, love is often seen at its best during the worst of times. Though that’s not always the case.

If you really think about it and observe, you’ll find love everywhere. A mother to a son, a father to his daughter, friends, old friends, new ones, lovers, brothers or sisters, even a child on his favorite pet. If you try and find it hard enough, it really is here, there and everywhere. In whatever shape or form, it does exist and endures. But like on everything else, there’s a limit to what you could give. There are certain things that you could only take. Then you ask yourself, with all the love that surrounds even the most romantic, passionate and loving person in the world, is love really enough?

For those who know me pretty well, they have seen me madly in love and they have also seen me broken to a million pieces because of it. And yet here I am still searching, enduring, hoping, and waiting for that one perfect occasion, when the planets and the stars are aligned, to meet that one person that could change everything in your life without a moments notice.

I want to remember how it felt like, what it was that drove me crazy, what made me not want anything else but just to be beside him. To touch, feel, smell, see, experience everything that that one person could give. And to be given the chance to give it all back.

I want to be reminded how to fight because you cared, you loved. I want to argue because the little things mattered. I want to cry because I was hurt. I want to be able to wake up every morning saying that it will be beautiful regardless of the bad weather because you knew, you’d wake up beside the person you were meant to be with --- maybe not forever but at least for that moment. I want to be able to sing again not because I have to but because each melody, word and rhythm reminds how wonderful you feel. I want to be able to dance without a care in the world because it doesn’t matter how stupid you may look, for that one person watching you happy was enough. I want that one person in the world who will still love me even when there’s no more reason to but will still find one.

I want to finally find you.

So if you’re out there, let’s have coffee. My treat.


Love letters and idealisms by Noel Abelardo

Sunday, August 16, 2009

On Hope and Romance

When someone tells me that love is just out there, I can’t help but wonder if it’s just a cleaver ruse to mask the fact that while some people find it, others simply doesn’t.

If you are pretty much like me, a hopeless-romantic to the core, you tend to believe on the “sayings” about this feeling. Love is blind. Love is a mystery. Love comes when least expected. Love is … complicated. But on all my faith on this concept of L-O-V-E, I have reason to believe that my once hopeless-romantic self has now been jaded, shaken to its core. Yes, the old me is now being reborn to a more cynical-realistic-practical Noel. I have accepted the fact that I have changed and I welcome it.

For the longest time, I have forced myself to the idea that I need to be with one person to complete me --- as Jerry Maguire very dramatically delivered that infamous line… “You complete me!” But he was wrong; you don’t need someone to complete you because you weren’t even broken in half to begin with. Shame on Jerry for misleading everyone!

I was recently dating someone for almost a month. I had the best time with him. He was smart, funny, and kind, sweet, thoughtful and all those qualities I was looking for a partner to be with. Unfortunately, there was one very important factor missing. I wasn’t really sexually attracted to him. Sad, I know but it doesn’t make it any less true. I really don’t know why but I just was not. And this coming from a very sexual person actually disturbed some close friends when I told them about the problem. And so, we ended it. We both knew it was a problem and that we just had to face it sooner or later. It just happened sooner.

I then realized that there could really be no relationship beyond sex, at least not for gays and not on the onset of what could have been a relationship. You really have to test the waters before you even attempt to swim on it. You’ll never know how deep it could get and you might just drown. We might not survive, not all of us are mermaids after all.

Yes, love without sex cannot exist. Perhaps it could on the straight scene but definitely not in the gay world. It just doesn’t work that way.

And so, my near-epic search continues. Almost two years and while I may have lost the hopeless-romantic in me, my HOPE for a ROMANCE remains steadfast…

… at least for now.


Love letters and idealisms by Noel Abelardo

Thursday, August 13, 2009

UNREQUITED

***Found this post from my hard-drive. Written a few years back. GAWD! Even then, I was such an EMO-freak!***


Last night over a bottle of San Miguel, I said "Goodnight!".

For almost two years, I've dreamed of what it was like to be with you. And in two years of longing, that never materialized. There were little things and other big things that affected what could have been a beautiful relationship but last night when I asked you again if you see a possibility you simply said, "No."

I left before you could see tears flowing from my eyes. I didn't want you to see me weak nor sad. But I was both. Extremely.

I write about you to try and release some of the pain and sadness that I feel now. I'm hoping that with this, I can try and move on. If only to see a glimmer of light in the distance.

I almost forgot how it was to love and not be loved in return. The most cruel kind of love. One I hope that you would never-ever feel in your lifetime. I didn't realize that I'd fall so deep. So deep, I couldn't even see I was drowning. I'm sorry for not believing you the first time you said, you did not want me. I guess chose I not to listen. I pretended not to hear. I should have though, if only to stop this madness from consuming me.

You could not see how sincere I was. How much I wanted to give you everything, not because I could but because you deserve it.

Perhaps I shall dance in the rain again to hide the tears. Perhaps when it stops I will be alright.

Perhaps but not certain.

A few hours ago, I dreamed about you. On the dream, you said you wanted me too. That you loved me as well. I woke up and realized it was all but a dream. And my eyes began to fill with tears.

Last night, you said you're sorry.

Sorry that you could not give me what I wanted.

It was over but I still could not say my goodbye. I couldn't. You're just too damn special.

But today, I must try. If only that I could move on.

So here it is... "Goodnight"

(... which loosely translates to "Goodbye!" I think.)

Love letters and idealisms by Noel Abelardo