on gay love and bad english
ok. i came across a gay couple's blog today. colinandkero.blogspot.com and my goodness it's super saccharine sweet it'll almost leave you diabetic. they blog about every single small detail of their lives, from their getting strawberry milk tea with pearls (because they both don't like chocolate) to getting upset over minor issues. don't get me wrong. i really think they're a sweet couple. it's really nice to read about gay kids who are not yet disillusioned by the whole gay scene and can still find love.
however, my only bone of contention with the blog is the level of english. i mean, i'm not saying people should use bombastic words but i don't believe it is difficult to string a proper english sentence. what ever happened to grammar and tenses? lord!
gay love. it's very hard to put a finger on what it is. or how it is acquired. wait, i take that back. i think it's hard to comprehend the concept of love in general.
in recent times, it appears as though i have taken to simply being an audience. just looking in on couples and appreciating love from afar. i remember yearning for love, looking for love, wanting love. now, i'm just looking at love. i don't feel so strongly about looking for it anymore. twenty one years of living i have yet to experience any form of love. one sided love i have many.. a love that reciprocated, not even once! hah. i think i'm a bit jaded. i'm too reflective for my own good. i look into things too deeply.
phil and max as a couple just kills it for me. not in a bad way. i love them to bits. i'm happy that phil found max and that the stars aligned for them to be in this immaculate relationship. their love is so pure that it gives me hope but at times i do feel the stab. i mean, i loved phil. i still do. and it makes me so happy that she makes him happy.
i remember meeting max for the first time. i already decided that i was going to hate her. i mean how can i like any girl who's taking my phil away from me? it wasn't difficult for me to hate phil's ex nadia so i thought this was even simpler. but no. it proved too difficult a task to do. maxine is simply heaven sent. and i remember at one point of time, as i sat across her, just looking at her face as she 'stones' off, i conceded, i had lost! here sitting across me is an angel. and as i had written before, she is the girl that i could never be.
ah well, like i told phil last night in our msn conversation. i know someday i'll have my own angel. i just hope it's soon because i'm tired of waiting! hehe.
however, my only bone of contention with the blog is the level of english. i mean, i'm not saying people should use bombastic words but i don't believe it is difficult to string a proper english sentence. what ever happened to grammar and tenses? lord!
gay love. it's very hard to put a finger on what it is. or how it is acquired. wait, i take that back. i think it's hard to comprehend the concept of love in general.
in recent times, it appears as though i have taken to simply being an audience. just looking in on couples and appreciating love from afar. i remember yearning for love, looking for love, wanting love. now, i'm just looking at love. i don't feel so strongly about looking for it anymore. twenty one years of living i have yet to experience any form of love. one sided love i have many.. a love that reciprocated, not even once! hah. i think i'm a bit jaded. i'm too reflective for my own good. i look into things too deeply.
phil and max as a couple just kills it for me. not in a bad way. i love them to bits. i'm happy that phil found max and that the stars aligned for them to be in this immaculate relationship. their love is so pure that it gives me hope but at times i do feel the stab. i mean, i loved phil. i still do. and it makes me so happy that she makes him happy.
i remember meeting max for the first time. i already decided that i was going to hate her. i mean how can i like any girl who's taking my phil away from me? it wasn't difficult for me to hate phil's ex nadia so i thought this was even simpler. but no. it proved too difficult a task to do. maxine is simply heaven sent. and i remember at one point of time, as i sat across her, just looking at her face as she 'stones' off, i conceded, i had lost! here sitting across me is an angel. and as i had written before, she is the girl that i could never be.
ah well, like i told phil last night in our msn conversation. i know someday i'll have my own angel. i just hope it's soon because i'm tired of waiting! hehe.
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