"When you walk the streets walk with your head held high. Even a stranger knows if your walking brave enough with pride."

A day to go and everyone is excited to go to the Pride. Or should I say at least me and the gang are excited. It had long been planned that I will take my friends to celebrate the night. Last year rained so hard and I still went. And from here and then, the question is individually why do we celebrate gay hood? (if there is such a term)

To many the answer would be to be accepted by society. To many still, it’s to uphold gay rights. Over the years, people go through the struggle of finding a place to belong to whether straight or not. More than rights and long term achievements, to me this is a celebration of individuality. I bet everyone struggled in some ways. Looking over the years that passed, I thought we all are lucky to be surviving the unfair world. Above all, thankful, that we are given options to decide what we want to do in life.

Below is an article on how the pride started.

Early on the morning of 29 June 1969, lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning persons rioted following a police raid on the Stonewall Inn—a gay bar that was heavily patronized by people of colour, including a high percentage of drag queens — in the Greenwich Village section of New York City. The Stonewall riots are generally considered to be the beginning of the modern gay rights movement, as it was the first time in modern history that a significant body of LGBT people resisted arrest. Given the population that frequented the establishment, a large percentage of the people who initially fought back were persons of colour.

On 28 June 1970, the one-year anniversary of the riots, the Gay Liberation Front organized a march, coordinated by Connor Weir, from Greenwich Village to Central Park in New York City in commemoration of the Stonewall riots. On the same weekend gay activist groups on the West Coast of the United States held a march in Los Angeles and a march and 'Gay-in' in San Francisco.

The first marches were both serious and fun, and served to inspire the widening activist movement; they were repeated in the following years, and more and more annual marches started up in other cities throughout the world. In New York and Atlanta the marches were called Gay Liberation Marches, and the day of celebration was called "Gay Liberation Day"; in San Francisco and Los Angeles they became known as 'Gay Freedom Marches' and the day was called "Gay Freedom Day". As more towns and cities began holding their own celebrations, these names spread.

In the 1980s there was a cultural shift in the gay movement. Activists of a less radical nature began taking over the march committees in different cities, and they dropped "Gay Liberation" and "Gay Freedom" from the names, replacing them with "Gay Pride".

History says it all but individually we also make history for ourselves. From the word itself GAY PRIDE, I think that more than a celebration of history, it means celebrating the character that makes us proud of ourselves. Respect for example. We earn it if we wear it. When you walk the streets walk with your head held high. Even a stranger knows if your walking brave enough with pride.

"When you walk the streets walk with your head held high. Even a stranger knows if your walking brave enough with pride."

A day to go and everyone is excited to go to the Pride. Or should I say at least me and the gang are excited. It had long been planned that I will take my friends to celebrate the night. Last year rained so hard and I still went. And from here and then, the question is individually why do we celebrate gay hood? (if there is such a term)

To many the answer would be to be accepted by society. To many still, it’s to uphold gay rights. Over the years, people go through the struggle of finding a place to belong to whether straight or not. More than rights and long term achievements, to me this is a celebration of individuality. I bet everyone struggled in some ways. Looking over the years that passed, I thought we all are lucky to be surviving the unfair world. Above all, thankful, that we are given options to decide what we want to do in life.

Below is an article on how the Pride started.

Early on the morning of 29 June 1969, lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning persons rioted following a police raid on the Stonewall Inn—a gay bar that was heavily patronized by people of colour, including a high percentage of drag queens — in the Greenwich Village section of New York City. The Stonewall riots are generally considered to be the beginning of the modern gay rights movement, as it was the first time in modern history that a significant body of LGBT people resisted arrest. Given the population that frequented the establishment, a large percentage of the people who initially fought back were persons of colour.

On 28 June 1970, the one-year anniversary of the riots, the Gay Liberation Front organized a march, coordinated by Connor Weir, from Greenwich Village to Central Park in New York City in commemoration of the Stonewall riots. On the same weekend gay activist groups on the West Coast of the United States held a march in Los Angeles and a march and 'Gay-in' in San Francisco.

The first marches were both serious and fun, and served to inspire the widening activist movement; they were repeated in the following years, and more and more annual marches started up in other cities throughout the world. In New York and Atlanta the marches were called Gay Liberation Marches, and the day of celebration was called "Gay Liberation Day"; in San Francisco and Los Angeles they became known as 'Gay Freedom Marches' and the day was called "Gay Freedom Day". As more towns and cities began holding their own celebrations, these names spread.

In the 1980s there was a cultural shift in the gay movement. Activists of a less radical nature began taking over the march committees in different cities, and they dropped "Gay Liberation" and "Gay Freedom" from the names, replacing them with "Gay Pride".

History says it all but individually we also make history for ourselves. From the word itself GAY PRIDE, I think that more than a celebration of history, it means celebrating the character that makes us proud of ourselves. Respect for example. We earn it if we wear it. When you walk the streets walk with your head held high. Even a stranger knows if your walking brave enough with pride.

"When you walk the streets walk with your head held high. Even a stranger knows if your walking brave enough with pride."

A day to go and everyone is excited to go to the Pride. Or should I say at least me and the gang are excited. It had long been planned that I will take my friends to celebrate the night. Last year rained so hard and I still went. And from here and then, the question is individually why do we celebrate gay hood? (if there is such a term)

To many the answer would be to be accepted by society. To many still, it’s to uphold gay rights. Over the years, people go through the struggle of finding a place to belong to whether straight or not. More than rights and long term achievements, to me this is a celebration of individuality. I bet everyone struggled in some ways. Looking over the years that passed, I thought we all are lucky to be surviving the unfair world. Above all, thankful, that we are given options to decide what we want to do in life.

Below is an article on how the Pride started.

Early on the morning of 29 June 1969, lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning persons rioted following a police raid on the Stonewall Inn—a gay bar that was heavily patronized by people of colour, including a high percentage of drag queens — in the Greenwich Village section of New York City. The Stonewall riots are generally considered to be the beginning of the modern gay rights movement, as it was the first time in modern history that a significant body of LGBT people resisted arrest. Given the population that frequented the establishment, a large percentage of the people who initially fought back were persons of colour.

On 28 June 1970, the one-year anniversary of the riots, the Gay Liberation Front organized a march, coordinated by Connor Weir, from Greenwich Village to Central Park in New York City in commemoration of the Stonewall riots. On the same weekend gay activist groups on the West Coast of the United States held a march in Los Angeles and a march and 'Gay-in' in San Francisco.

The first marches were both serious and fun, and served to inspire the widening activist movement; they were repeated in the following years, and more and more annual marches started up in other cities throughout the world. In New York and Atlanta the marches were called Gay Liberation Marches, and the day of celebration was called "Gay Liberation Day"; in San Francisco and Los Angeles they became known as 'Gay Freedom Marches' and the day was called "Gay Freedom Day". As more towns and cities began holding their own celebrations, these names spread.

In the 1980s there was a cultural shift in the gay movement. Activists of a less radical nature began taking over the march committees in different cities, and they dropped "Gay Liberation" and "Gay Freedom" from the names, replacing them with "Gay Pride".

History says it all but individually we also make history for ourselves. From the word itself GAY PRIDE, I think that more than a celebration of history, it means celebrating the character that makes us proud of ourselves. Respect for example. We earn it if we wear it. When you walk the streets walk with your head held high. Even a stranger knows if your walking brave enough with pride.

"When you walk the streets walk with your head held high. Even a stranger knows if your walking brave enough with pride."

A day to go and everyone is excited to go to the Pride. Or should I say at least me and the gang are excited. It had long been planned that I will take my friends to celebrate the night. Last year rained so hard and I still went. And from here and then, the question is individually why do we celebrate gay hood? (if there is such a term)

To many the answer would be to be accepted by society. To many still, it’s to uphold gay rights. Over the years, people go through the struggle of finding a place to belong to whether straight or not. More than rights and long term achievements, to me this is a celebration of individuality. I bet everyone struggled in some ways. Looking over the years that passed, I thought we all are lucky to be surviving the unfair world. Above all, thankful, that we are given options to decide what we want to do in life.

Below is an article on how the Pride started.

Early on the morning of 29 June 1969, lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning persons rioted following a police raid on the Stonewall Inn—a gay bar that was heavily patronized by people of colour, including a high percentage of drag queens — in the Greenwich Village section of New York City. The Stonewall riots are generally considered to be the beginning of the modern gay rights movement, as it was the first time in modern history that a significant body of LGBT people resisted arrest. Given the population that frequented the establishment, a large percentage of the people who initially fought back were persons of colour.

On 28 June 1970, the one-year anniversary of the riots, the Gay Liberation Front organized a march, coordinated by Connor Weir, from Greenwich Village to Central Park in New York City in commemoration of the Stonewall riots. On the same weekend gay activist groups on the West Coast of the United States held a march in Los Angeles and a march and 'Gay-in' in San Francisco.

The first marches were both serious and fun, and served to inspire the widening activist movement; they were repeated in the following years, and more and more annual marches started up in other cities throughout the world. In New York and Atlanta the marches were called Gay Liberation Marches, and the day of celebration was called "Gay Liberation Day"; in San Francisco and Los Angeles they became known as 'Gay Freedom Marches' and the day was called "Gay Freedom Day". As more towns and cities began holding their own celebrations, these names spread.

In the 1980s there was a cultural shift in the gay movement. Activists of a less radical nature began taking over the march committees in different cities, and they dropped "Gay Liberation" and "Gay Freedom" from the names, replacing them with "Gay Pride".

History says it all but individually we also make history for ourselves. From the word itself GAY PRIDE, I think that more than a celebration of history, it means celebrating the character that makes us proud of ourselves. Respect for example. We earn it if we wear it. When you walk the streets walk with your head held high. Even a stranger knows if your walking brave enough with pride.

The Inconvenient Truth about Friendship

It’s not how long it lasts but the value it created even in a small period of time. As reality brings pain of losing friends you had for a long time, as hard as it hits you then you have to face it.

We all have inhibitions and fears in life. Even within our circle, there are those that we choose to tell what we feel and the struggles that we are in. There is someone we feel who is matured enough to share an open mind about our crisis.

Painful and sad – two thoughts to describe finding out that a friend who has been there for many years has left you in the middle of the crisis and has never really been there. And yes… questions followed. Was he just taking time to digest things? Is it hard to really be there for a friend and I mean be there to shed a little comfort that things are going to be ok? Was he just afraid to confront the reality with himself or is it just all a fake? Was the idea of friends through thick and thin dead?

Ironically, there are those you meet for days or months who have shown value without measuring time spent together. These are what I call true people.

We sometimes trust people because they have been there for us for years but are they really there for us? Or are they just there when they want to share a laugh? We oftentimes pass judgment not trusting people because we hardly know them. I guess the bottom line is you can never trust people unless they stood up for you.

I may be walking miles, barefoot in the desert, all that really matters is if you held tight when I stumble and walk with me till the end……

badtrip

Why can't people just grow up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Face to Face with Depression and Anger.

I have to admit it. Someone has been causing my depression recently. A friend once said that it's not healthy anymore. Yes... this has been going on for months now. It wasnt't like it used to. Its not gonna be the same way again.

Last night I had a bad dream. A friend and schoolmate died. And it's haunting me. Whenever I have nightmares I always analyze what my dream was all about. It's either because of something I fear or it's a frustration. But this dream I can't seem to put in words the reason behind it...until now.

The schoolmate in my dream refers to someone that is haunting me right now. And it's you who came in mind. Over these months I have been left with nothing but worries and depression. We almost lost what we had but I hold on to it but now it makes no sense. Did it really matter to you that I exist? So you think you're the only one busy with everything?

"Dont tell me you're sorry coz you're not." Take that from Rhianna. Why can't we be real? Why do we have to live with all these lies? And you think that people's feelings are just like ping pong balls that you can toss over and over again to and from accross the table?

I often thought of letting you meet my long time friend. His name is Revenge but I haven't seen him in a while. But that's fine I still feel compassionate about you. I have two new friends I'd like you to meet instead. They're twins. I'd like you to meet Good Karma and Bad Karma. I just hope you wouldn't come accross them even before I let you meet them.

More than love and friendship.....just give me Truth. Please let's be true and stop the lies. It's breaking me into pieces.

"Carrie -d" Away

Gone are the days when I long for a partner. This is what I have tried to improve and clearly I have put aside the thought of love. When I was young I would end up sleeping late and just weeping at night. It felt like life seems lonely without having anyone to spend it with. Yes, this statement may hold true still. I’ve realized that when people grow old they learn to see more of what life has to offer.

Last weekend, I went out to see Sex and the City. I have always enjoyed watching the series and the finale made me crying like a fool. There are things I enjoyed seeing in this film: fashion from clothes to shoes and the characters of course and don’t forget the hot men.

After watching the film, the movie just hit me. Suddenly I missed the feeling of being in love again, going out on dates like I used to. Of course there’s a bit difference from a man falling in love with a woman and a man falling in love with another man. But in the end we all end up as fools. And even fools fall in love. Is there a perfect time for falling in love? – I don’t know; Am I ready for another love to come along? – I can’t be certain; Do I miss the feeling of being taken by love? ……..Yes.

I’ll let this poem from the movie speak. I guess I got “Carrie –d” away.

Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together -
Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell.
Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
ever thine
ever mine
ever ours

First of June

I woke up feeling the pain on my right hand. I was tipsy before I went to bed. I still feel it after a night of drinking bullfrog. There was a small wound on my hand. This was due to that freaking guy who tried to rob me this morning when I was on my way home.

I woke up with an angry mood remembering what happened. My friends went out with me to celebrate my birthday. We rode a cab but since my friends are going the same way, they had to drop me off near my unit. I just thought of riding anything to get home since my unit is just 5 minutes away.

The next thing I know is that there was this big guy grasping my hand and on his other hand was a knife. And the vehicle was moving through a flyover so I kept thinking how I would escape this guy without giving him any of my belongings.

This year I had experienced the same incident 5 times, only in different places. More than any feeling it was anger that I had for these guys. Most of them even looked bigger than I am, so why the hell won’t they stretch their muscles to earn? Of course I know it’s easy money for them but unfortunately they ought to be more scary or I guess they have to device a strategy in order to get my things. Yes, all those who attempted walked away empty handed. Am I thankful that I am safe? Sure…..but in my mind them walking away with nothing……I’m pretty sure another one will be victimized.

Talk about this scenario, I happen to see a poster of a police department with their campaign against crimes like this. The acronym reads: SMART. A stands for avoid dark alleys and streets. And I just thought, isn’t anyone responsible to light up dark corners so that those who plan to do the crime will avoid people walking in these alleys? Why do people have to be afraid of these when in fact those with criminal minds should be the ones not to have the guts to do such?