Tuesday, September 30, 2014

A Desperate Time and the Desperate Measure

If the world is indeed the survival for the fittest, do we have to let go of what's true and love when push comes to shove? While I was writing my previous entry, I had the opportunity to chat with Regie, one of my closest high school friends. Like me, he is gay, and he is experiencing a financial issue that has been pushing him to do something more of desperation.

Times like this, you were like pushed against the edge of a cliff.

Crossing the Line: A Piece on Regret

As I've said, I'm not really into casual encounters. And one reason is because I am not very much keen on looking at first impressions. Sure, I do appreciate good looks and well-kept appearance, but I find the mind more beautiful than anything else. That appreciation, however, can only come to one if you personally know someone-- a co-worker, a neighbor, or someone who have poured his soul for you. But then, how will you cross the line towards that person? You sure don't want to ruin what you have with this person but you want to give it a shot, putting you in a very difficult position.

What you say: "Yeah, yeah, you're right." In your mind: "Damn, those lips look so wet and soft."