Here's a list of some of my more inspired posts. Not that the rest of them posts are any less inspired, no sir, its just that these happened to be more personal. More being the operative word; everything that I wrote has this touch of bad taste on it. These posts have that characteristic bad taste, and then some more. The banner should give you darlings an idea as to what my favorites posts are like. Again, all my favorite posts are highlighted, but as this Tab/Page is about my Favorite Posts, expect most of them to be observed the same courtesy.
1. Momel's Take: The Unwritten Rules of Blogging
Read: Momel's Take. You don't have to agree with what I said here. I wrote this because these are the courtesies that I apply myself. And rules rock.
2. Lemuel
This was a transcript of the funniest, dumbest telemarketing calls I received. This was in Tagalog, and believe me, with truth to the letter, this kind of funny will not translate well into English. This was also one of my earliest posts that had comments.
3. Presenting Your Gay Nine-Ball Champion
This was, I think, the only time I ever wrote about my pool-playing. Yes, my darling punks, I used to play good billiards. I was so good that, given a nice break with ball in hand, I can run out a rack of nine ball while whistling. I was so good that I championed a local nine-ball tournament. And I wrote it here.
I get to be this accomplished in one of my better passions, and nothing, for the time being, could be as remarkable.
4. Growing Up Gay Part 1: Another Gay Baby
I was crying when I was born because I knew right there and then that I was born with the wrong sexual organ.
E-nough said.
5. The Shaider Post
One would suspect Barbie dolls and playing dress up when I was a gay kid growing up. Hell no; that's just too camp. Shaider was the height of my butchness in my pre-adolescent days, and this post was endearing in consequence.
6. Confessions of a Telemarketer
I used to do that bottomfeeding job, once upon a time, and contrary to popular myth, it didn't get me any richer none. I was backreading this post, and then I realized how fucking smart I get sometimes. I'm a gay fountain of telemarketing regrets.
7. In Defense of Call Center Agents
Once upon a time, in that long forgotten trend that was called...ah, Friendster, there was this halfwit who posted this bulletin:
"una sa lahat,, ayoko ng mahilig mageenglish!!! badtrip un!! lalo na pag paslang pa!! okay lang kung pabiro,, pero kung serioso?? naku!!!"
Now, it so happened that he was in my network, and I read that bulletin. I was livid, but reserved, so I wrote this defense. "una sa lahat,, ayoko ng mahilig mageenglish!!! badtrip un!! lalo na pag paslang pa!! okay lang kung pabiro,, pero kung serioso?? naku!!!"
8. MEL Versus the "Discreetly Bisexual, Man-Eating PAMINTA"
I say love your own. But there is something about this specific minority, these grammatically incorrect closet queens, that just pisses the hell out of my campness. I can stand most everything else about you queers, even your company, but your choice of words leave much to be amended.
9. My Hate List
Now, this was a list that I started in 2000. I was still in college then, UST, BS MATH, brainy ini, and it developed into this post that had two more installations. I was as hateful as I am, ah, eloquent, but then I fell in love and I stopped at the second installment. We broke up, and I am now at fucking peace.
10. In Between Bookmarks and Dog-Ears
This is a tribute to the one guy who made me a shining bibliophile. He wasn't able to make his first born straight, but he got me to reading books.
11. Friendships in the Event of an Appendectomy
I had an appendectomy in 2003, and I was confined for about three days. Some of my friends never took the time to visit. And this was a dedicated bitchfit, however subdued.
12. An Afternoon With Jessica Zafra
What makes me original, I think, is that I have staked a claim at being Jessica Zafra's female impersonator. She was, is, one of my greatest writing influences, and I had the good fortune to spend an afternoon with her. This post is testimony to the new truth that God also loves the gays.
13. Sooo... This is What a Breakup Feels Like
I broke up with J after five years of domestic partnership. Writing about the aftermath was, to a certain degree, a minute particle of an atomic degree, just as therapeutic as it gets. But it helped. This post helped.
