I'm currently eating a bar of Goya white chocolate. I'm finding myself more attached to it the more I eat it..I have always liked white chocolate; the sweetness, the milk after-taste, the sore it results to your tonsils afterwards. The total constituents of what a white chocolate is, I have been acquainted to and am fond of. In my totally forthright opinion, I really do not get it when people eat chocolate that doesn't even taste sweet, even a shave of sweetness is void. What is the purpose of eating a lusciously barred and packed chocolate when it doesn't have a sweet tinge to the tongue? Then again, different people, different preferences.


I have always purported that every man is diversely alike. We have so many things in common that we tend to ignore it. The little nuances that man has in common ground with every other man, that of which that makes man a genuine man, is what is obvious, therefore forgotten and taken for granted. But do we really? I know that we are all aware of the characteristics of a corporeal man; we speak, we love, we get angry, we smile when contented, we gripe when we are disarrayed, we strive for perfection, we wished to belong. I could go on and on and still would not come up with a comprehensive list of the nuances of the commonality of man as man. But due to the obviousness of these nuances, they tend to be forgotten and ignored, more often than not. We seek what we have that others may not have. We strive for uniqueness in a realm of encompassing sameness. But that is what makes man an interesting object for observation. We search for what it is that others might envy and recognize. No man is like any other man, and yet every man is like every other man, as Allport once insinuated.


It's raining tonight, and it didn't pour down as a surprise. With the unpredictable patterns of weather nowadays, a rainy night after a hot, scorching morning is no longer a thing from science mysteries. Then again, weathers are supposed to be unpredictable. One cannot confidently claim that one has the solution to forecast weather in immaculate accuracy.


Solitude, such a deep and ominous word. All it ever necessitates, as conventional ideation of such, is grim sadness and empty cups of unfulfillment. We always want to be with another, better yet and simply put, be with another of the opposite gender. Gender is the sexual preference of people. And with the paradigm slowly shifting to the non-traditional, it is slowly becoming un-taboo to engage in a relationship with the same sex, but different gender. Even such transcendence from the classics to the modern, such issue still remains sensitive and difficult to fathom. Nevertheless, I remain indifferent to it. I am in no stable ground to judge them as what their actions exhibit, they are humans whose only whim is to freely express their deepest desires through the actions which society is trying to suppress. Same-sex relationship has always been a sensitive issue, and up until now, it still presupposes a sinful connotation. How will man be incarcerated by doing the things one deems would make one happy? We strive happiness; it is the goal with which every man is aiming at achieving and attaining. Who are those who spitefully and delightfully contradict this social happening trying to be? Even god, if she so exist, wouldn't even dare complain of such action. The only problem lies in the paucity of these incidents, which has contributed a lot to its being a taboo. One day, in an epoch where I am still living in, ordeals of same-sex relationships will be totally accepted, although not totally agreeable. In the first place not everything is totally agreeable. One cannot please everyone so long as we are men of envy and pleasure.


I am very drowsy tonight. Due to the deprivation of a prime commodity, which is sleep, i have been continually stressed and striving to pick open my eyes. I have done and thrown everything just to make myself ignore, even once, the lugubrious temptation of sleep. A good mood is concomitant to an undisturbed sleep. But no matter how nugatory my efforts are in trying to stay awake, it has its own purpose

All aside, and still too many eruditions to mention, I must cut off the source of vigor and stream of words. Tonight's going to be a good night, only if I spend it in the place where fantasy is more tangible than reality. Have a sleepless night! It would be to my pleasure if you are wide awake, deprived of sleep. The source of my digital smile, someday I’ll be meeting you somewhere in my self-fabricated reality where when I open my unacclimatized eyes, you disappear together with the dark with which you appeared! You’re my queer smile! Tonight, let me remind you of that again. =]