Wishing...

For once ...

I wanna be the reason why he cut his hair just because I told him so...

The reason why he eats something just because its my favorite food...

The reason why he buys a shirt because I have the same color...

The reason why he falls asleep while holding his phone at night...

The reason why he loves something he used to hate coz' I love it...

And lastly, I wanna be the reason why he smiles and laugh...

I wanna be the "because" of his ever "why's"....

Closing Cycles

One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.



Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished. Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents' house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?



You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that.



But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.



None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot for ever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back.



Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. That is why it is so important (however painful it maybe!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.



Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.



Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the ideal moment. Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person. Nothing is irreplaceable. A habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.



Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are....

Latest updates on the life of the Blue Unicorn

To all my friends and all the thousands of readers of my blogs who have been asking me what are the latest updates about my personal life, here it is:

1. I'm still madly in-love with my "baby". We've been together for 2 years now.
2. Thanks to hard work and perseverance plus ALOT of prayers, I am now a Manager in the Human Resource Department of the company where I belong. It was a long journey to reach this coveted post and yet I still know I have a long way to go in terms of my professional career.
3. I was able to save and invest in different financial investment which I am planning to continue in 10-15 years to ensure that I have enough money to put up my dream business - a restaurant chain and a hotel-resort !
4. I'm still putting most of my savings in my Retirement Fund c/o a reputable Investment & Insurance company which would ensure a comfortable life for me when I grow old
5. I'm planning to start another blog that would focus on Human Resource so that budding HR professionals can learn from what I have learned in my career.
6. My 1st real estate investment - a condominium unit is already being build after LONG months of waiting. My very own crib. After this my next plan is to save for my 1st house & lot.
7. My relationship with my siblings and my Mom is getting stronger. They would be based in the US very soon and I try to have quality bonding time with them as much as I can.
8. I have been featured in a Jobsdb.com as a featured employee (for my work as Assistant Manager) in my previous company and my blog was also featured in a filipino gayblog site.
9. I'm hoping to finish my 1st book - Closed Doors/Open Closets
10. I started going to the gym ...


So far my life right now revolves at work and my family But I am hoping that by mid year I would find time to travel again.

Don't be JUST an option ....

"Somewhere between heartaches and waiting, comes the chance to be found by someone who can show you that you don't have to be just an option but the choice..."

The Best Man is BEST for the Groom (Unfinished)

(My thoughts about my bestfriend's wedding)


Someday, perhaps the saddest but most lovable thing that could ever happen to you is when you are talking with your best friend a day before his wedding and then tells you...

"This could have been US if we weren't both men."


I never liked weddings. I have no fancy for this kinds of celebrations and I’m not a big fan of any type of ceremonial event. I don't feel the drama that most people feel. I don't have any care about grandiose church settings, the flowers that were used or the colors that were worn or even where the reception would be held.

People would always act all sappy the entire day. There are lots of hugs and kisses and fancy uncomfortable clothes. Congratulations all around! Let me toast the fact that you made it to your wedding day. I'll really be impressed if those couples actually stay married.

Let me make this clear. I don't hate people who have them. In fact, I am genuinely happy for the people being married when I attend a wedding, since as a general rule they are pretty happy about it.



I just hate the fact that someone like me would never be married in the same fashion like every "normal" couple would. And I cry buckets of tears whenever I recall how my "formerly gay" best friend got married....

Now normally I'm not a guy who will put someone down for wanting to spend their life with someone they love, But when my best friend told me that he decided to get married I froze and felt a hundred knives being pinned in my chest. It was a tragedy that I never expected to happen....

Amidst the Smoke and Booz (Circa 2001)

(from the pages of my diary...)


I said nothing upon hearing Miles frantically professed how she still badly wanted Kaye back in her arms. I didnt even bother say any word of encouragement for her to at least manage to feel relieved and eventually function well once more. I did nothing. Not that I was droopy towards the episode. It was just because Miles - my best girl budd and steady emotional partner in life,love and crime, unintentionally made me reminisce a vivid picture of what was it like to be left alone by someone who told you would stand by your side no matter what, someone who told you that love would conquer all.

Miles was crying loudly while relentlessly drinking a bottle of draft beer and continuously puffing her cigar. For almost five extensive years of solid and unadulterated friendship, that was the only night I saw her lost herself. I can’t blame her. Kaye, her girlfriend for over two years, apparently exchanged her for a japanese social nightbird.

I said nothing upon hearing Miles frantically professed how she still badly wanted Kaye back in her arms. I didn’t even bother say any word of encouragement for her to at least manage to feel relieved and eventually function well once more. I did nothing. Not that I was droopy towards the episode. It was just because Miles unintentionally made me reminisce a vivid picture of what was it like to be left alone by someone who told you would stand by your side no matter what, someone who told you that love would conquer all. I remembered when I was in the same situation, trying to be hard-hitting for my own sake even though deep within, the twinge was too much to endure and swallow. Fragment by fragment, both quixotic and appalling memories of this Guy (lets just hide him by the pseudo name John), my ex-partner, twirled into me. It was the summer of 2001.

I must confess it was a fast-paced relationship. We met through a common friend. We exchanged numbers. He called me up the night after. I drove to his place. We had fried chicken and pizzas for dinner. We kissed. We slept together. The next day, we were officially a couple. It was like a horse race. Mikee Cojuangco can make a run for her money.

John's condominium unit in Makati became my second asylum. Since it was a summer and I was about to be part of the working class of professionals back then, I got to spend myriad hours with him since his work in one of the premiere makers of succulent and vigorous pineapple products both in the Philippines and abroad wasn’t really a tedious and demanding one.

Oftentimes he would wake me up after a strenuous night just to ask me to properly tuck his long sleeves in his trousers. And since I am not the type of a human being that can suitably get back to slumber after being disturbed, I would sometimes make his coffee, work on his laundry, organize his much disorganized closet, or at times cook for him the dishes I learned from taking basic culinary arts when I was still in high school. In return, I would criticize his indolence when it comes to doing household chores. Nevertheless I can’t blame a guy who grew up with a yaya until the age of 13 and a person extremely allergic to detergent soap. But then again, I never felt I was domesticated, even a bit, for I cherished how he actually appreciated my simple efforts to become a good partner to him.

On the other side, I also did appreciate his very own way of showing me his passion. He several times drove me to fancy dinners that there were occurrences that I silently grumble to him about the price of each plate, but money never really became a large deal for him. Also, he gave me dozens of stuff toys that we each named after our childhood sweethearts . He even knew the birthday of my mom and my sister until this year, he greeted her.

He is a perfect guy and we were a perfect couple..

Whenever we were free, we do movie marathons. He told me that he was crazy about Julia Roberts. He was so engrossed that within the span of our relationship, we watched Pretty Woman for eight times. John had already mastered some of the movie’s lengthy lines delivered by both Julia and Richard Gere. One time while watching the mentioned film, he recalled that the first time he watched the movie was way back mid 1995 in Quad together with his ex-girlfriend in high school. I simply ignored his recollection of it and instead thought that John was just really a huge aficionado of the physically big-mouthed yet competent Hollywood actress.

Speaking of competition, John and I battled things a lot. I would never forget our encounters over play station. We even considered having eating contests and the one who finished last takes care of the mucky dishes. John and I were so tough and so competitive that in some instances, even the smallest sparks lead to destructive forest fires just like what we see on the Discovery Channel.

If Sandra Bullock became the Ms. Congeniality, Chris was the Mr. Congeniality and his portrayal of the role would definitely hand him a Golden Globe nomination. He was extraordinarily congenial that he flirted with different guys and went home with the “others” when I wasn’t around. I knew that awful truth when I got to read from his mobile phone’s inbox a message from another person, thanking John for a wonderful and amazingly erotic night at his house and he even asked my John when would be the next saga. I retained my forbearing stance and calmly asked him about the guy. “It was just sex. I’m sorry,” he said upon realizing that I had discovered his duplicity. With those words of admittance, I just considered it a removed pebble that got inside my loafers. Then came twice. And thrice. I tried to keep my temperance. “I won’t care if other people would get a taste of John as long as I know for a fact that his heart is still mine,” I firmly told myself. On that particular moment, I knew I was in love. Unfortunately, it was also the similar moment when John lost his love for me.

The judgment day came. John called me and he asked if we can talk. In his unusual sinister tone, I felt a sudden rush that pulsated all over my system. Still, I overcame the uneasiness I have had inside and after a few seconds I agreed to talk with him. Blah…blah…blah…and he finally said, “It was not you. It was me.” John wanted me to react. But I decided to ask or retort no more. I dropped the game, I gave up the competition.

After a few days of hearing John's farewell antics and eventually getting separated with him, nobody even had an inch of clue of how much pain I went through. I still loved John so much that I endured dialing his number even though he kept ignoring my calls. I still loved John so much that I would send messages to him, telling him how much I missed our time and how much I longed for everything even though I got no reply from him, even though I would start feeling tiny pains in my thumb. I still loved him so much that I incessantly left messages to his answering machine even though I knew he was home and just purely didn’t want to talk with me. I loved him so much that I almost lost my sanity.

When the wound was still fresh, I decided not to live in the past. Yes there were memories that I just wanted to linger forever, but sometimes some memories just don’t. It was not really me. It was not really my fault. Sometimes, it was really just how life went for me. After some sighs and sobs, there were lessons learned that helped me continue my life. The “it-was-not-you-it-was-me phenomenon” soon became over.
Its was many years years ago, I was crying loudly while relentlessly drinking a bottle of draft beer and continuously puffing my cigar. That was the only night Miles saw me lost myself. She can’t blame me. I just fell in love…truthfully and faithfully… without conditions… one hundred and one percent, if it was possible…

...then come 2005 when I met Eric...

Being Featured in a Gay Site!

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My sincerest thanks to all my readers and supporters! My blog is just a shout out of my personal thoughts and experiences in the "savage garden" called life.

Much Love,

Blue Unicorn

The Blue Unicorn Journals

The Blue Unicorn, magical with his pen, lifts the following from his diary circa 2005. I’m featuring it here to honor his touching, heart-wrenching writing. Keep on writing, our magical Unicorn, keep on shining as you are indeed a twinkling glitter in the the Pinoy Blogosphere.

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