Love Letter

This writer was able to say exactly how I feel. Please, read on.

Love Letter by N. Love Wither

I write this for the one who has yet to enter my life.

As I sit here, pen in hand, my thoughts drift to the day our paths will cross.

It may not be today...unlikely tomorrow...maybe not anytime soon.

Despite my discouragements, I know that you're out there.

I have saved up my deepest and truest emotions for you, and I know that one day I'll be able to fear no more.

To be able to finally break down my barriers and let this heart learn to love and be loved.

I have been shattered, like the words spoken from the ones who came before you. I have been reduced to almost nothing by someone's irresponsible games. I've felt abandoned and discarded. I have felt unwanted, unloved, uncared for...And this has made me somewhat bitter...unattached...cautious. And the only thoughts that bring me back are thoughts of you. That someday, someone will feel for me what I have felt for the others who've come my way. The hope of finally being able to let my heart be in the care of someone I trust...someone other than myself, gives me something to look forward to.

I have my insecurities...and no doubt I'm not perfect. I've finally accepted the fact that I lack in certain aspects: I might not be the smartes, or most talented...and at times, I admit, my jokes are corny. But know this...

I will be at your side when you need me.

I will help you get through your sorrows and wipe away the tears.

I will laugh with you at the dumbest jokes...and even at the ones I don't get or don't think are funny.

I will share the silence with you when you want the company, but not the conversation.

I will walk with you through moments in your life when you don't want to be alone, and cheer you on when I can't be beside you.

I will keep you grounded if ever your triumphs get the best of you.

I will pick you up and encourage you when you fall and lose faith in yourself.

I will reassure you that your flaws are not your setbacks, but the reality that makes you the person you are. However, it does not define you.

And best of all... I will love you with everything I have to give that it will last you ten lifetimes...you will never be without it.

So still...I sit here, pen in hand...waiting patiently for our worlds to collide. And I am somewhat at comfort in knowing that you're out there and we'll find each other when the time is right.

It may not be today...unlikely tomorrow...but the faith I have in God and love gives me hope that our time WILL come.

For now, I write this letter for the one who has yet to enter my heart; knowing that one day you'll read this and know that even before I met you...before I knew you...I was thinking about you.

Thank you, N. Love, for writing the words I cannot come up with. Thank you for expressing my feelings for me. Thank you for giving me hope that, no matter how distant in the future it may be, he will come.

~spanishdude

Of the sane, the weird, and everything in between

Six years of working, six years of trying to fit in, six years of searching …

I have been a member of the Philippine Workforce and Taxpayers’ list for six years – going seven, actually – and I have never seen a group that’s composed of people so different from each other, seeing them eat lunch together is like watching NatGeo – it keeps you glued – until January 22, 2013 came along, that is.

Cast of characters:

The Fashionista. Quite possibly the sister I never had, The Fashionista was the one who introduced me to this zany bunch. She’s smart, she’s hot, and she’s passionate about a whole bunch of stuff. Only smart people are allowed to date this fox. Unfortunately, boys, you have lost the game before it has even started for two reasons: (1) She’s taken, and (2) she’s lesbian. Oh, wait! What game? Boys weren't even players in the match. *snickers*

Gogo Yubari-esque. Pretty, smart, disciplined, works hard, (insert another praise here), and (and another here). She was 1/3 of those who welcomed me to the gang with practically open arms. This “Gogo Yubari” is just as fierce (and, personally, a little bit just as scary) as the Gogo in Kill Bill when it comes to her work. She’s warm, welcoming, friendly… and also taken and dedicated.

Hanky Girl. This lady was the second third of those who welcomed me to the gang on my first day. Hanky Girl is a wacky person. She never fails to make me laugh. She could use a tad bit more confidence in her (I mean, she is a pretty lady), but in totality, I dare say she’s the most wide-ranged in the group (i.e. she can speak to you using whatever tone you are most comfortable in). From books, to movies, to musicals, Hanky Girl is my girl!

The Chef. I have never met The Chef in person, but I can tell she’s a fabulous lady! I recently read an entry in her blog, and if you do the same, I’m sure you’ll be able to tell that this lady isn't one you want to mess with – she’s been taught and trained by life and experience, and that, my dear readers, is the highest form of education and training one could ever receive! Longing to try out her cuisine (and hopefully soon), I look forward to the day when I actually get to see her and interact with her in person. That would be a day to mark in my calendar.

Mr. MIA. Mr. MIA is The Chef’s better half. He is the last third that made my first day a complete joy. He’s a sweetheart: caring, sweet, funny… The Chef won a big catch in him. I don’t think I've spent as much time with him as I actually want to, but, I guess, time will come. *smiles*

The Maestro. The Maestro is my musical twin. He’s into the same music I listen to, sings the same songs I do, and he loves harmonizing in songs like I do. He is a sweet boy(-at-heart), and possibly the gang’s baby. Nonetheless, I guess all artists have their quirks, and The Maestro’s quirk takes getting used to if you constantly have to read it in threads every day. He even has his own term: “Maestro-fied”.

The Moderator. Alas! Everyone’s “big brother”. Simple, quiet, not exactly reserved, but you get my point. Every time the conversation goes from intellectual to highly maestro-fied, this bastard (I’m so LMAO-ing right now!) sobers everyone up. He takes care of the gang like a brother would his siblings. Everyone loves The Moderator.

The Novelist. A man displaced from time, he seriously belongs in the 70s. This novelist is unlike any of the writers I’ve met (outside this group, I mean – and yes, we’re all writers in the group, readers). While most writers use blossoming, flowery words in their day-to-day interaction, this dude will tell you exactly what’s on his mind point-blank. He’s either black or white, no grays. This is also the trait I love most about him. This, and the respect and premium he gives to people.

The Einstein. I’m so sorry I could only call him Einstein when, in fact, he’s more like a genius behind dinosaurs! He doesn't talk much in the conversations, but when he does… let’s just say if you do not learn anything from any random 10 sentences he says, I’m willing to buy you Starbucks everyday for a month! You know what they say about men of few words, right? Good, ‘cause I don’t. *smiles broadly*

Different people, different personalities, and different characters in an unending story of friendship – this is my crowd. This is my new family. This is The Gang. We are all bound together by common love for life, friends, books, music, intelligent conversations, and passion for living.

The moment I met these guys, I knew they automatically fall under the 10-years-and-beyond category of friends. My years of searching are over. I’m home now.

Now, where do I fit in all this, you ask? Why, I’m

The Queen. I am also known as Your Majesty. I am the resident full-fledged gay guy. I am everything my title entails, and more. I strive to make things light and gay (happy and homo). I am the newest addition to the group, and hopefully I won’t be the last. People deserve to meet these guys. People deserve to enjoy their company as much as I do. People NEED to learn from them. This monarch has been found wanting, and now she’s complete in the presence and company of The Gang.

This is a special note for two people aforementioned: Eds J and E – read, don’t edit. *wink*

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~spanishdude

Drawn to You

I was drawn to you
Like a moth to a flame
Like the waves upon the shore
Like the bees to Spring's flowers.

And I lost you
When fire burnt my wings
When you swam back to the ocean
When the seasons changed.

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Every Yin has its Yang; and I had rather hoped that you and I would dance the eternal Waltz together.
Nevertheless, I am happy I met you when I did. You have fulfilled your reason in my life, and now I understand that you came to keep me from falling apart, to keep me from giving up.

Thank you.

For Siegfried Crow

The Geek in Me

Last night, my friend and I agreed to meet at the Starbucks branch we always go to. I got there first and had no idea what to do while waiting for him.

Then I remembered hearing the soundtrack of a show I used to watch as a child. I saw a comment on YouTube that said "Whenever I heard this theme as a child, I swore I was part of (them)" -- and I absolutely agree! So I got my headphones out, plugged it in to the iPad and searched YouTube for the theme song. I played it time and again, and decided to notate the note patterns on my notebook.

Now, for obvious reasons (i.e. I did not have a piano with me at Starbucks), I was not able to put down the actual notes (again, I only notated the patterns). This is what I came up with:

I posted the same picture on my Facebook account; but I was really disappointed that nobody got the correct answer. One of my Facebook friends commented and gave the right answer - and I wasn't even expecting him to get it right (I really wasn't expecting him to comment at all)!

Here's the challenge: If you read musical notes, try to guess what show this theme song is for. After that, check if your answer is correct by clicking on this link. If you don't read musical notes, by all means, just click!

Feel free to leave comments. Let me know how you guessed what song it was -- especially if you got it right. Also, leave comments and tell me which other songs have the same/almost-same note patterns!

This is the geek in me. Stay tuned for other songs. LOL!

~spanishdude

You Haven't Seen the Last of Me

A threat:
To everyone who has let me down in the past, to past loves who have broken my heart, to the people who have rejected me, to those who have put me in trouble.

A promise:
To those who have stood by me all this time, to those who restlessly, tirelessly, continuously, unconditionally love me and support me.

An encouragement:
To everyone who may need it.







~spanishdude

Cosmic Plea

Venus and Mars on Earth, in one

Ready to love, but taken by none.

Born under the Aquarian sky

His heart's out on his sleeves, so don't tell a lie.

He dances and sings

He smokes, he drinks:

No creme de la creme

But living La Vie Boheme!

He sends this invite to everyone

Would somebody answer, please, anyone?

"Come share my journey" he calls out.

He's worth your time, without a doubt.

Should the Universe agree,

This he promises thee:

The sun and moon, and stars as well.

Love of his life, come out of your shell!