Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Pito Pito

Thanks for Marlon for tagging me up. :)

7 things you enjoy doing even when there's no one around you:

blogging and bloghopping
read infos at wikipedia
downloading mp3s from limewire

watching porn and you know...
read books
pray silently
nailbiting

7 things that lowers your stress/blood pressure/anxiety level:

dancing/listening to house music
working out
smoking
strolling, having short walks while talking to someone
hanging out in big open spaces
stroking cat's fur

sex and intimacy

7 things that scare you:

frogs
cadavers/mutilated bodies
confrontations and emergencies
natural calamities

near-death scenarios
failing in everything

helplessness

7 things you like the most:

watching sunrise/sunset
looking at the stars/moon
clubbing and dancing
seeing a lot of trees, plants. cats

being on top of a very tall building where you can see a good view of the city
talking senti things to someone while there's a light music playing on the background
nostalgic remembrances/reminiscing

7 important things in your bedroom:

bed
computer
tv
cellphone (to wake me up in the morning)
fan
wallclock
curtains :)

7 random facts about you:

I can survive more than a day without ever taking a bath.
I was married to a woman
I sleep with the lights on
when things are getting really tense, I sleep with the television on
I am a psychic

when severely in stress, I tend to detach myself from everyone
I keep childhood memorabilias with me


7 things you plan to do before you die:

see a wife with two husbands and the three of them living in a single house together
visit another country
have complete control of my life (and mess with it)

become rich (and not powerful)
breed (but not get married to a woman)
ensure that I will never get miserable in death
do something big that would give me a place in history


7 things you can do:

dance wild and uninhibited with a stranger
go to a club alone
spend more than 15 hours in front of the computer

stay in a very hot and humid place (as long as I am perspiring)
pretend to be a heterosexual for a night (even if there are a lot of cute guys around)
spend 18 hours on sleeping
pray the rosary without even looking at the guide

7 things you can't do:

sing in a karaoke bar
climb high places
cook a meal
compute big numbers without a calculator
pretend to be someone else

buy exorbitantly expensive stuff even when i can afford them
wait for people to arrive while doing nothing


7 things you say the most

nyeta/punyeta
motherfuck(er)
quever
keri
anyways/eniweis
woki/wokidoki
oist (er)


7 people that you want to take this quiz:

dops
ian
marco
mharlon
ivan - gerl
athena
joel

Hopes of Becoming A Super Gym Bunny

Himala.

Lampas kalahating buwan na ako sa gym training ko, dalawang sessions pa lang ako tinamad pumasok. Every other day ang attendance ko kaya almost all the time, bugbog ang katawan kaka-work out. For two weeks nga, pati Friday night-out ko namumuntikanang hindi matuloy dahil sa ginagawa ko.

Paano ba naman sa 35-minutes na cardio pa lang, laspag na ang katawan ko. Buti na nga lang at nung last time na nagpunta ako ng BED na kasama si Pao, maganda ang line-up ni DJ Toy Armada. Kung hindi siguro, napauwi ako ng maaga nung gabing yun at instead na nagparty eh itinulog ko na lang sa bahay ang pagod ko.

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Eniweis, nagtraining ulit ako kanina kahit na medyo inaantok na ako dahil tumambay pa ako sa bahay. Sa training, suot suot ko yung nag-iisa kong tank-top shirt kaya kitang kita ang braso, boobs at shoulders ko.

Wala lang, nagulat lang ako kanina kasi habang ginagawa ko yung Concentration Crunch sa harap ng salamin, napansin kong parang mas naging firm ata ang braso at chest ko para lumitaw ang biceps sa arms ko.

Taena, ang sarap ng feeling! Tuloy, kahit ang bigat bigat ng dumbell na binubuhat ko, nakangiti pa rin ako sa harap ng salamin habang pinagmamasdan ang sarili ko. Hindi ko na inisip ang pagod at muscle fatigue kasi sa muling pagkakataon nafo-forsee ko ang maaring kahantungan ng lahat ng efforts ko.

For a moment there, naramdaman ko kung paano maging narcisa. Biglang na-turn on ako sa sarili ko. Lol.

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Sa totoo, simple lang naman ang dahilan ko kaya ako nag-gym eh.

Nagsimula yun noong minsang nag night-out kami ng mga colleagues ko sa Padis Cubao at may nakasayaw akong bilat sa dancefloor.

Nung gabing yun, narealize ko na kelangan ko pang maging mas flexible ang katawan ko para sa pagsasayaw. Napansin ko na mas maganda siguro kung magkaroon pa ako lalo ng control sa galaw ng katawan ko para pati pokpok dancer, makakaya ko nang tapatan.

Turn on naman kasi talaga ang magaling at arousing magsayaw diba?

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That was a month ago and look where it got me now

Nung nagsayaw ako sa BED last Friday, feeling ko ang gaan ng katawan ko. For the first time in many years, nagawa ko ulit magbend (mag-squat) ng sobrang baba na nakaya kong tapatan yung mga bilat na high sa ecstasy dun sa harap ko.

After so many years, nakakatakbo na ako at nakakatalon muli.

At lately, hindi na rin sumasakit ang batok ko gaya noong mga nakaraang buwan.
I wonder tuloy kung ano ang mangyayari kapag nagcommit ako ng six-months dun sa training na yun.

Marerealize ko kaya ang isa sa mga pangarap ko sa buhay?

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Pero sa totoo lang, maraming frustrations sa pag-gygym.

Nandoong feeling mo lalo mas tumaba ka at parang walang epekto sayo ang work out mo. Minsan naman, maiingit ka dun sa mga kasama mong ang ganda ganda na ng katawan. At minsan rin, kapag naliligaw ako sa G4M at nakikita yung mga nakadisplay na katawan ng mga bading doon, sinasabi ko sa sarili ko...

Sana balang araw, makatapat rin ako sa kanila.

Sana balang araw kung darating man ang panahon na magkakaroon pa ako ng third wild episode matapos ang relasyon ko kay phanks, meron na akong command standing sa market.
Kung darating man ang panahong yun.

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Sa pag-gygym ko ngayon, target ko lang naman ang maging malapad pero mapayat ang katawan eh. Gusto ko lang na kapag tumingin ako sa salamin, walang beelbeel at tiyan na tatambad sa harap ko.

Wish ko lang na kapag tumingin ako sa salamin habang nakasuot ng white tank top, ako mismo eh mababakla sa sarili ko.

Hindi ko na bet magkaroon ng sixpacks o kaya pang-model modelan na katawan

Sapat na sakin ma-achieve ang pinaka-minimum objectives ko.

Pero who knows...

Kung ang instructor mo ba naman eh cutie na at sobrang friendly at concerned pa sayo,
At ang mga gym mates mo eh tropa mong lahat - maging bata man o matanda, babae man o lalaki,

Ewan ko lang kung sino ang hindi maiinspire magwork out sa ganun environment.

Pero kung kakayanin bang ma-sculpture ko ang katawan ko katulad nito by mid 24 eh...


Wish...

*Ninakaw sa G4M.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

The MisAdventures Of Boy Bastos (Episode One, Finale)

Pero I swear to God, pinilit kong pigilin ang binabalak niya.

Kulang na lang, sabihin kong maraming naghihirap na tao ngayon para lang makunsensya siya. Pero in the end, siya pa rin ang nagwagi. Buhay niya yun eh. Ka-chat lang niya ako ng mga oras na yun.

At the same time na pinipilit kong siyang pigilan sa mga ginagawa niya, meron namang isang chatter na nag-advertise sa main na kina-intrigahan ko.

Tsika niya, naghahanap siya ng anonymous chatter na pwede makinig at magbigay ng advice sa problema niya. At dahil ugali ko naman magbigay ng mga ganung chorva ever since, ako naman si nag-mack at humirit na,

"What can I do for you dude?"

Chorva niya, nag-away daw silang mag-jowa kasi hiniram ng jowa niya yung car niya at nung sinoli sa kanya eh may gasgas na at may tama yung left signal lights ng kotse niya. Sa sobrang imbyerna daw niya, bigla niyang winarla ng winarla yung jowa niya at ang kinalabasan, malamig ang pakitungo sa kanya ngayon.

Ngayon naman, siya ang hindi mapakali. Super duper worried daw siya na baka masama ang loob ng buddy niya sa kanya, o kaya naman binabalak nang makipagbreak up sa kanya o baka kung anong chorva na ang nasa utak ng boylet niya, kaya hayun, naghahanap ng kausap sa chatroom.

Ang advice ko sa kanya, at makinig ka Darkstar kasi kapag nakikipag-away ka sa jowa mo, sex kaagad ang laging depensa mo. Anyway, ang sabi ko sa kanya palipasin niya muna yung sama ng loob ng buddy niya.

Tutal pareho naman silang may kasalanan eh. Kung hindi ba naman sila shonga... nung isasauli nung jowa niya yung kotseng hiniram sa kanya, dapat ininspect na niya kaagad at kinilatis kung may problema. Tuloy, nagkasisihan na sila, nagkaaway pa.

Ako siguro, kapag minura mura ni phanks sa text at pinagbintangan ng kung ano-ano, instantly, makikipagbreak ako eh. Kahit magsorry pa siya... excuse me, hindi ako minumura ng nanay ko.

Pero I sincerely wish na magkaayos sila ng buddy niya. Inaaya ko nga ng inuman kanina eh para mas makapagusap kami (PS: At actually, para kapag nalasing, pwede rin akong maging pampalipas sama ng loob. Who knows, baka gwaping pala. )

Patawarin sana ako ng Diyos sa madumi kong pag-iisip.

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Eventually, nag-log out rin siya at nagpasalamat sa advice at pakikinig na iniukol ko sa kanya.

Ako naman, nagpasalamat rin kasi for a time, na-divert ang attention ko sa isang mas mahalaga at makabuluhang bagay sa chatroom sa halip na paghahanap ng meet up at alam mo na...

45 minutes matapos ako mag-log in, nandun pa rin si 17-year old at naghahanap ng callboy. Naawa na rin ako in the end at nagpasyang tumulong sa kanya.

Chika ko sa kanya, baka gusto niyang pumunta sa Isetann Recto at ma-shopping ng mga binatilyo doon sa arcade dun. Nagvolunteer pa nga ako maging tour guide niya eh, siya naman tawa ng tawa. Babala ko lang, baka low quality ang mapulot niya dun. Sayang naman sa pera diba?

Sabi ko rin sa kanya, once in a while, may naliligaw na mga for-hire sa #salsalan. Nagkataon lang
na nung mga oras na yun, mukhang tulog pa ang mga callboy dahil wala pang mga nag-aadvertise ng kanilang mga katawan sa main channel.

Mga ilang sandali pa, nagsidatingan na rin ang mga guys for rent doon sa rum. At dahil nag-volunteer nga akong tulungan siya, naging biglang Meat-Inspection Committee niya ako.

Minack ko si Guy Number One at hiningi ang kanyang pic-profile.

Kamukha niya si Joross in fairness at kasing tanda ko ata siya, kaya kung tutuusin good catch na rin. Ang location nasa Cubao, ang client ko, nasa Dapitan.

At since bugaw nga ako, nagtanong na rin ako ng mga questions at in the end, naging question and answer portion ang usap namin.

Hindi ko na itsi-tsika sayo Darkstar ang mga tinanong ko kasi ikaw naman, yun rin ang tanong mo palagi eh. Yun nga lang, wala sa bokabularyo natin ang magbayad...

Hindi pa natin time yun.

Nang pumasa sakin si Guy Number One, ni-refer ko kaagad siya kay 17-year old kid. Ewan ko kung ano na ang nangyari sa usapan nila pero mukhang natakot ata si Callboy kasi minor ang magbabayad sa kanya.

Ako naman, naghanap ulit ng callboy sa main rum at matapos ang ilang minuto, nakakita ako ng bagong candidate.

Enter Guy Number Two.

As usual, hiningi ko rin yung profile niya. Pero instead na binigay sakin ang profile, pinakita sakin ang webcam niya!

Devah soshalen???

Cute na rin itong si Guy Number Two. Maputi, makinis ang balat at higit sa lahat, Junjunin! Sariwang sariwang karne kung ilalagay mo siya sa meat section sa palengke.

Bilang bugaw, tanong na naman ako ng basic questions at nung pumasa sa akin, ni-refer ko immediately sa client ko.

Ampota! hindi ko alam kung ano ba ang chat na ginagawa nitong si 17 year old at bakit umaatras at dinededma siya ng mga candidates ko. Alam naman ng mga candidates ko na hindi naman ako ang mag-hihire sa kanila... pero bakit!?!?!

Si Guy Number Two nga, naki-usap na lang na kung pwede ako na lang ang mag-hire sa kanya, which is a good idea actuali. Pero sadyang pinanganak at lumaki akong kuripot.

Tuloy ang sabi ko sa kanya,

"Di ko afford magbayad ng 1 thousand sayo eh. Alam mo naman ang buhay ngayon, tag-hirap lahat ng tao. Isa pa, kaya ko naman kumuha ng libre kung gusto ko eh."

Taray diba Darkstar?

Sa huli, nakahanap rin ng booking itong si 17 year old kid. Sabi niya, nakakita siya ng malapit lang sa kanila at nakuha niya sa P500 lang. Yung pareho ko kasing candidates, Isang libo ang hinihingi.

Matapos ang mga chorva chorva at last words, nagpaalam na rin siya. Bilang kanyang Big
Brother for the moment, sinabi ko sa kanya na next time na maghihire siya ng ka-sex, wag na niyang paliguin sa bahay nila - sabi ko, para mas kinky, sabay na sila maligo sa banyo niya.

Ang saya diba? Kaya tayo bentang benta noon eh.

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Nag-stay pa ako ng mga 15 minutes sa IRC at eventually nakahanap rin ako ng chatter na malapit sa lugar ko.

Pero masyado nang late at mabagal ang takbo ng usapan namin kaya na-log off rin ako habang ka chat ko siya.

In the span of 1 hour and thirty minutes, nakakita na naman ako ng bagong mukha sa chatroom. This time, medyo unusual ang mga kwento ng mga taong kausap ko.

Minsan iniisip ko pa rin Darkstar kung bakit sa tinagal tagal mong tulog sa pag-iisip ko, ngayon kita biglang ginising. Bakit kung kailan tumatanda na tayo, biglang nagasta- astahan ulit tayong bente-uno?

O sha, hanggang dito na lang ha at medyo mahaba na ang tsika ko sayo.

Pero bago ko pala tapusin itong liham ko sayo, gusto ko lang ipaalam na anuman ang naging adventures ko nitong mga nagdaang araw, ewan ko ba kung bakit at the last minute, nabubuRat lahat ng mga binabalak kong SEB galing chatroom. Iniisip ko tuloy kung nagco-conspire ba ang kalawakan laban sa iyo para hindi matuloy ang naisin mo eh.

Ang saya no... sana makuntento na lang ako kay phanks.

O sha, sana kapag nabasa mo ito, wag mo akong hahamuning palayain ang repression ko ha. Tama na munang ganito, tutal wala namang digmaan eh.

Hanggang sa susunod muli, aking kakambal.

Nagmamahal,

Pulsar.

PS: M, pasensya na kung hindi ako nakapagpaalam kanina. Naputol bigla yung connection ko eh. At bago ko pala makalimutan, lam mo ba, sa tuwing pinapakinggan ko yung kanta ng Neve na It's Over Now, lagi kitang naalala. Hanggang sa muli tol. Ingat.

The MisAdventures of Boy Bastos (Episode One, Part One)

Dear Darkstar,

As usual, naligaw na naman ako sa #salsalan ngayong hapon. Sobrang asshole ko nga eh, bigla akong naging restless matapos ihatid yung buddy ko sa school niya. Ewan ko ba, parang wala na talaga akong guilt feelings or moral foundations sa mga ginagawa ko ngayon. Tingin ko nga, hindi talaga kita napatulog gaya ng inaakala ko noong nakipag-peace treaty ako kay Phanks. Hinala ko nga pumailalim ka sakin para hindi naman magmukhang nagwawala na naman ako.

Eniweis, pumapasok na ako sa aking second day ng pagiging restless. Feeling ko ba, masyado akong tigang na basta sex ang pumasok sa kukote ko, biglang maglalog-in kaagad ako sa G4M o kaya sa MiRc. Bilog na naman siguro ang buwan at umaapaw na naman ang aking "energies" sa katawan ko kaya ako ganito ngayon.

Kahapon ganun rin ang nangyari. Nasa trabaho pa ako, pero paghahanap ng booking malapit sa work ko ang inaatupag ko. Ewan ko ba, parang atat na atat ako palagi kapag meron akong ka chat na nagsabing t** siya at challenging ang **r** niya.

Siguro nga, heto ang napapala kapag umaabot ka na sa second week ng pagiging tigang mo. Honestly, parang sexually di na ako masatisfy. Ewan ko ba kung bakit... siguro kulang lang ako sa... alam mo na.
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Lam mo ba, maraming bagay ang akala ko ay nabago na ngunit hindi pa pala.

Katulad na lang ng strategy ko sa paghahanap ng booking. Kala ko, mas refined na ako ngayon at mas patient pero hindi pala. Kung ano ang strategy ko noong kabataan ko, wala pa ring pinagbago ngayon - except na lang siguro, me G4M na akong pinapakita sa mga potential jug ko.

Alam mo naman Darkstar na dati pa, Strike Attack tayo diba? Tipo bang nasa daan tayo, tapos kapag biglang inabot tayo ng "restlessness," hahanap at hahanap tayo ng Internet Cafe na may MiRC. Yun nga lang, and disadvantage nun medyo random ang quality na nakukuha natin. Unlike kapag meron munang usap, o kaya gimmick o kaya date, at least, kapag chaka ang bet natin pwede nating sabihin na "friends na lang tayo." at kalimutan na yung sex part.

Pero gaano man tayo kasanay sa Strike Attack - mapa sa darkroom man o chatroom, maswerte pa ring hindi natin naging ugali mag Pre-Emptive Strike sa mga nakikita natin. Kung hindi, mangilan-ngilang beses na rin siguro tayo nasapak, o kaya napahiya, o kaya naman matatapon na parang tissue paper na puno ng domats kapag ginawa natin yun.

Naalala mo pa ba nung galing tayo sa apartment noong kabubong natin si James at Sealdi noon? Yun yung time na pupunta tayo sa Mint isang hatinggabi tapos sa jeep na sinasakyan natin merong biglang nangharass kay Batutuy? Tangina, wag sana akong umabot sa ganung desperasyon balang araw.
Pero in fairness. Siguro kung gwaping at barako yung nang-harass na yun. Shet! kahit ako pa ang magbayad sa motel, hindi ko aatrasan yun!!!
Kaso mo, narealize ko na baka mas maraming potential sa Mint kaya sori na lang siya.

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Anyway, naging mabait naman ako sa chatroom kanina. Hindi naman kasi ako katulad mong puro sex lang ang habol kapag nanduon.

Shempre, subliminal agenda ko pa rin yun pero hindi katulad ng ginagawa mo na tatanungin mo kaagad kung malaki ba yung **r** ng kausap mo at sabay mamanyakin ng mamanyakin hanggang sa mapalibog mo siya at I-bahay ka niya. Ang manyak mo kasi eh, tuloy, mangilan ngilan sa mga adventures mo ang sablay noon...
Na hanggang sa ngayon ay pinagsisisihan ko pa.

Nakakatuwa lang, kasi merong isang chatter dun na disi-syete anyos.

Kung tutuusin normal na age na lang yun doon, pero hayup rin tong batang to kala mo ba? Nandun siya sa main channe at naghahanap ng callboy na babayaran niya para lang ma-suck.
Angas no?

Nung una, dedma dedmahan lang ako kasi busy rin ako sa paghahanap ng pwede i-eyeball malapit sa cafe na pinagcha-chatan ko. Kaso mo, nung bigla ba namang humirit sa main chatroom na nagtatanong kung sino ang may kailangan ng pera,

biglang tuloy akong napa-mack sa kanya ng wala sa oras.

Tangina, kahit isang daan lang ba yung budget niya, bah! pwede ring baon yun sa work.

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In fairness naman, goody-goody ang pakikitungo ko sa kanya.

Unang hirit ko nga, bakit kelangan niya pa ng callboy eh sa edad niyang yun pag-aagawan pa siya ng mga Thundercats sa chatroom.

Alam mo ba kung ano ang hirit sa akin ng baklita ha?

Wala daw siya magawa sa pera niya kaya siya nagahahanap ng callboy na pwede i-suck.

Ampota! Tuloy nasabi ko sa sarili kong ang sarap naman ng buhay nung nining na yun. Kung marami lang akong pera kagaya niya, Nag alaga na lang ako ng dalawang gwapitong lalaking top na pwede kong maging slave sa aking pad. Harharhar.

abagay, hindi ko rin naman siya masisisi. 17 years old lang eh. Maalala ko nga lang si Gerumatori at ang kanyang mga adventures, maiintindihan ko na kung bakit kapusok ang batang yun.

Bilang gesture of goodwill at act of big brother (sister) dun sa batang ka-chat ko, hiningi ko yung pic-profile niya para mabigyan ko siya ng comment tungkol sa sarili niya. (PS. Actually kaya ko pinag-aralan ang profile niya kasi baka kako gwaping naman at nagustuhan ako, bah magpapasuck na ako! Napaligaya na nga ako, me baon pa ako sa work ko bukas. Ang saya no?)
Anyway, nung nakita ko yung pic niya. Biglang napasabi ako ng

Hayyyy.....

Well, gets mo na ibig sabihin nun diba Darkstar? Pero dahil mabait ako sa mga chatter na nagpapakita ng pic-profile nila sa akin bago ko i-trade ang sariling pic-profile ko sa kanila, kahit hindi niya hinihingi ang profile ko, binigay ko na rin sa kanya.

Galaw mo ba naman, nung nakita yung profile ko, biglang tinanong ako kung pwede daw bang ako na lang ang bayaran niya.

Tuloy, in a matter of split-seconds, biglang humaba ang hair ko at umabot hanggang UST, kung saan siya nakatira.

Pero hindi kaya ng powers ko yun eh. Hindi ko keri magpabayad kahit na experience at egp points sakin ang gawin yun. Isa pa, ang kapal na lang ng mukha ko kapag nagpabayad pa ako. As if naman gwapo ako para magkaroon ng monetary value ang katawan at **r** ko no.

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Monday, August 29, 2005

Tamang Trip Lang

I wonder, how would the guys in DL and G4M react once they read my profile there:

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Ako po ay isang salbaheng bata. Ako po ay mahilig magj*k*l sa harap ng monitor, nagpapantasya mabottom palagi ng buddy ko at madalas nagwawala sa BED kapag Friday.
Pero taong bahay po ako the rest of the week at de-facto tatay sa aking mga utol at beneficiares kapag hindi ko day-off sa trabaho. Ako rin po ay laging namamahay kaya sorry na lang, hindi talaga ako nakikitulog sa bahay ng iba.

Mahilig po ako magnakaw ng mga Mp3s sa internet at mangharass ng mga Muslim sa Quiapo para lang makadiscount ng mga porns na binbenta doon. Maaga rin po ako matulog kasi 6 am ang pasok ko araw araw. Masenti rin ako lalo na kung kaharap ko yung online journal o may ka-bonding na tao at lasing... madali rin kasi akong malasing kapag inuman ang labanan.

Pero kahit madali akong matumba sa alkohol favorite trip ko pa rin ang inuman. Bespren ko si San Mig Light saka si Strong Ice. Kaaway ko na si Vodka at Cuervo - masyado kasi silang mahal at hindi na kaya ng budget ko. Mahirap mabuhay sa Pilipinas ngayon! Basta nakakalasing, panalo na sakin. Kahit Lambanog pa yan, happy na ako kasi astig ako kapag nalalasing.

Kapag tensyonado at walang magawa, madalas nakasubo si Malboro sa bibig ko. Sarap magpaka-high sa usok nun lalo na kung menthol at may kasamang Mentos pa sa bunganga.
Ako rin po ay obsessive-compulsive lalo na pagdating sa aking kama. Ayoko sa lahat eh yung taong magulo matulog.

Sabi nila drama king daw ako. Sabagay, me point sila. Masenti talaga ako lalo na kapag sa kwentuhang one on one eh. Sabi rin nila maangas daw ako, para daw akong palaging mananapak ng tao. Pero sa totoo friendly ako. Hindi nga ako judgemental basta kaibigan ang hanap ng taong makikipagusap sakin eh.

Kapag mag-isa ako, mahilig akong magmonologue. Kapag bilog naman ang buwat at malamig sa lansangan, aasahan mo akong nakatingalang parang tanga sa kalye kasi naghahanap ako ng stars sa langit at nag-aabang ng manananggal na lalapa sakin.

Sa ngayon po, kinababaliwan ko ang makipagsex talk sa mga tomboy sa opisina at ilagay ang lahat ng sweldo ko sa bangko at mangutang ng pamasahe sa nanay. Past time ko rin po mangpahid ng kulangot kung kani-kanino, mang dura ng laway kapag asar, magswallow ng sariling domats kapag nilabasan, kamutin at amuyin ang singit kapag nangangati, mang-ingget ng effem dahil mas marketable ako sa kanila, mangloko ng babae sa isang straight bar at magpretend na straight ako, maghorticulture ng mga halamang pinulot lang sa daan, at manghimas ng ulo (sa taas) kapag gusto ko manglambing sa tao.

Ngayong kilala mo na ang ka-weirdohan ko, Trip mo pa ba akong maging friend?

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Ewan ko lang kung meron pang papansin sakin dun. Wehehehe.

Sunday, August 28, 2005

This Is Not Darkstar Talking

Okay Trippy. Don't be shy now. After all this is your blog.

Have I already exchanged my stand on monogamy? Have I already embraced the thought that sex is different from love? And that being a guy, its normal for me to follow my instincts on lust?
Wala lang. I feel like I've been thinking about sex all the time. Ewan ko ba if this is the effect of hanging out in G4M lately.

Everytime, I have to constantly remind myself that I have a commitment. That I have a buddy out there who believes that I am a good boy. Kasi naman eh, why do things have to change? Why do I let my repressions go over my head?

Like what they all say, it's simple to play around especially when you don't get satisfied with what you have. It's more simple to say "let's fuck, do you have a place?" than say "I'll stick by your side no matter how many temptations appear around me."

Good thing, my exposures to G4m hasn't really got me yet. There were a lot of invites, yeah. But at the end I just brush them off... some of them, as reserves for... Or I just maintained my status quo. Chatting in MIrC is much more difficult.

I just had a wake up call several days ago.

---

Why do I have to change?

Di naman ako ganito dati ah. I even maintained my control before in Mister Piggy's Dark Room even though everyone around me is having an orgy. Bakit ngayon, parang madali na lang bumigay sa temptation? What happened to me?

Good thing, my alignment hasn't been broken. I've never done an "emancipation act" again. But how long could I stand up? How long could I satisfy myself with my own hands? Grabe mahirap ah. I talked about it with my bud, but he seems not to be worried to much about my situation. It was even part of the deal but I think he just forgot about it.

But what if, time comes when I encountered someone who's very good in turning me on? What if one time, another Black Friday guy appeared in BED and this time, I'd really loose my control?

Would the heavens forgive me? Would my guilt finally consume me?

Could I still stand up against my promiscuity?

Sometimes I really don't know.

Friday, August 26, 2005

Once Upon A Time, There Was A Tomorrow (Finale)

“Bakit ba ang tabing dagat ang laging tagpuan ng mga masasayang alaalang hindi na mauulit muli?”

- MMS saved message


--

The sea beckons and it was the most breathtaking sight we have seen during our journey. Too bad it was cloudy so we can’t take pictures of the sunset that afternoon. But nevertheless, the sight of Baywalk was very much relieving after we spent a depressing and wake-up-and-smell -the-reality trip down the poverty lane.

After we found a spot to park her van, we began to take a stroll for ex-girlfriend needs a clean washroom so that she could change her shirt. Fortunately there’s this pay washroom several stalls aways from where we are so we didn’t have to walk that far in order for her to change her get-up.

--

I sat near the edge of the concrete slab that separates the sea from the baywalk itself while I waited for her to come out of the washroom. I remembered that less than a week ago, it was IceRose who was with me in that same place. The sun was setting then on the horizon, and we had a good time watching it descend behind the clouds. We even tried taking pictures of ourselves with the setting sun as our background.

Ex-girlfriend finally came out and she’s now sporting a very tight white shirt with pink writings in front of it. Despite our fatigue and exhaustion from all the walking we did under the sun, she was still radiant and beautiful. The smile she showed from the moment we met at McDonalds still remained on her face.

She sat beside me and we were now facing each other. She began to talk about her past jobs, while my thoughts remained fixated on her T-shirt. It was relatively fit that her curves began to appear on the sides. She was still talking about her career, when I suddenly interrupted to comment about her get-up in a friendly manner.

Then the past suddenly emerged in the course of our conversation.
--

“Do you remember the time when you won’t allow me to dress like this?” She said. “Yeah, I remembered and you kept on complaining why I won’t allow you to dress like that in public.”

I replied.

Yes, those were the times when "conservatism" ruled over me. The new Joms would never relate to my former self. Since I've got this far into telling our story, I have a confession to make... In the course of our six-month relationship, I never got to kiss her. We never displayed our affection in public. And the words "I love you." rarely comes out of my mouth.

Ours was a hybrid between a platonic and puppy-love one. In fact, whenever I think about it these days, I simply asked myself why on earth did I content myself with that kind of set-up. I could at least become more intimate and affectionate towards her.

After we talked about the way she dressed, and the way she percieved my conyotic get-up before, our conversation became more intense and personal. The things I avoided to talk about while we were on the van as we travelled along C4 Road now flow freely in our conversation.

“You know what, I felt so awkward after I volunteered myself to be your company today.” I said. "I thought you won’t respond after I sent you that text telling you that I am free and willing to accompany you the whole day.”

Ex-girlfriend just smiled.

Our conversation went on and on – ranging from our album she gave me before, which she thought I burned when we broke up to the things I didn’t had the chance to say when she was talking about it while inside the van.

--

"I think I have already paid for the mistakes I did to you. Looking back, the one after you made me realize how it feels like to be the one exerting the effort to make the relationship work. The one after ours was so different, that I began to appreciate our relationship. I saw my flaws and shortcomings toward you."

--

She asked if I was seeing someone in which I replied I am committed. I never mentioned about my preference, but I made it sure that she would get an idea how I run my relationships nowadays. In response to her question, I asked her if she found another one after me. For the first time, she revealed to me that I am still her last. Although, ex-girlfriend followed it up that there were a lot of suitors - most of them older guys who weilded power in every sector of the society, she added that no one came very close like I did. Perhaps its because she had learned her lessons from me or maybe our beginnings were so different because we started as very close friends, the intentions of having a relationship came up much later.

She also told me the story behind her decision to forgive me and forget all the pains I gave her. Ex-girlfriend said that she attended a retreat one time, and while they were having this sort of sharing, the thought of me suddenly came into my mind. There and then, she asked for a sign (which I forgot now), but suffice to say, her prayer was answered.

Two and a half years after we broke up, I recieved a friendster message from her days before my birthday. It was a letter of forgiveness. From then forth, we have restored our communication and it culminated to a one on one meet up last Friday.

Truth is, I'm not really sure if it would ever happen again but I am still hopeful. After all, I told her that in exchange for attending my dad's wake last February, I would forever be of assistance to her.

We talked about some more things, like what she plans in the future and how she handles the guys that are courting her She told me that althought she is happily living a single life right now, she’s actively dating other guys occassionaly. In fact, she told me that there is “someone” who is making her happy right now and she's hopeful that it would lead into something deeper and better someday.

As she talked about the guys that she dated from time to time, I gave her a glimpse of how it feels like being in a relationship with me... I told her the difference between then and now and how my flaws and shortcomings to her affected the way I run my relationships nowadays...

--

"If our relationship happened today, you would notice a different me. Gone are the mushy days we had before, and expect me to be more touchy, confident and aggressive. I would be more possessive and wary to the people around you, but at the same time, you can expect my full commitment since I would ensure that I would be controlled by our routines. I really don’t know if things would work out between us with that set-up, or if it would make you happy with the relationship. That’s how things have changed.

But no matter the changes were, I would still be the non-confrontational Joms you have known before."

--

The clouds were already gathering, and the prospects of seeing the sunset has become dimmer and dimmer.

She thanked me for helping her do her field work. She even apologized for not treating me for a snack since I accompanied her the whole day.

Lastly she thanked me for finally making a final and formal closure to our failed relationship. “At least” she said, “I won’t have any emotional baggage if ever we never meet again…”

And the truth is, I was hurt with what she said. Finally it all came to me that this day had happened for us, not to build friendships again but actually have a formal end to whatever things that connects us from our common past.
--

"This is the long goodbye
Somebody tell me why
Two lovers in love can't make it
Just what kind of love keeps breaking a heart?
No matter how hard I tryYou're gonna make me cry
Come on, baby, it's over, let's face it
All that's happening here is a long goodbye"

- Ronan Keating, The Long Goodbye

--

Suddenly the rains began to fall so we went back to the van. Since we have already done whatever is needed to be done, she asked the driver to take her home. I still have some errands to do so I asked her if she could just drop me off somewhere along Pedro Gil instead near my home.

She dropped me off in front of Robinson's Place after seven hours of being together. Our last moments together was full of pleasantries. Is it as if, finally nothing comes between us.

But deep in my heart, there were things I forgot to say...

After having a formal closure and declaring finality on our past; after the guilt has been partially lifted, the mistakes were forgiven and the cordiality has been established; After hopes of a possible tomorrow to our once upon a time, has now a stronger chances of becoming a reality, even if that tomorrow may not be necessarily a happily ever after.

Something in me remained after receiving this text messages from her after she left:

--

Salamat Ï‹ it started with Robinson’s Place and it ended with Robinson’s Plce Ï‹ Thank u 4 d closure and d company Ï‹ God bles. Ï‹

--

In closure, what remains is sadness.

Once Upon A Time, There Was A Tomorrow (Part Four)

The relationship was greeted with fanfare and excitement. After all, we were both "celebrities" since she has been one of the most popular girls in the major while I was the president of an entire batch. From day one, the first year and the third year students began to notice me more. She has this talent for making things big. And small things I did, would instantly become news worthy she was my best PR. Those who were weary of my relationship was mostly my circle of very trusted friends and my political party. Some of my tropa became upset when they heard the news since it means my time with them would become lesser the day we became us. It also means that I would be leaving two of my friends who were girlfriendless since birth.

Generally, my relationship with her was a stable one. We had a major fight though, but it wasn't a verbal one. We simply never talked the whole Christmas break. I also did some nasty things behind her back... and I think that was one of the reasons why my preference completely shifted from hetero to homo. Anyway, things were relatively peaceful and our relationship was generally okay. We both have our independence. But she wanted me to become more and more involved with her. She complained that I let her freely too much.

For three months after our silent war, things were normal. We were both busy with our academics, our own circles, our own political affiliation. What tipped off the balance was the realization and acceptance that I am beginning to have a preference shift.

And the entry of Roy into my life.


---

We dropped off Polly in front of his office. We, on the other hand began to have problems as to where we would look for other subjects. She plans of going to the riles, but I felt that it would be too risky for the both of us - especially her since she appeared rich and too dainty for a tour with the masses.

Instead, I suggested that we go on a road trip up North. There is this road connecting Roxas Boulevard and Port Area to Navotas, Malabon and the rest of the CAMANAVA area. That road is infamous for its shanty houses, dilapidated neighborhoods and it directly passes through Smokey Mountain and the new Manila open dump.

I told her that if she really wanted to see poverty and take pictures of it while in a safe distance, passing through that road would be a good idea. Then, if she's not content with what she sees, we could always turn right and look for a riles in Tondo or Caloocan area.

She agreed to my suggestion.

--

Since it was mid afternoon, the truck ban was lifted. We were sandwiched between massive mechanical beasts and untamed drivers as we drive through that road. Good thing it was traffic so instead of being scared with what passes beside us, we had a chance to talk about...

...our former selves again.

When I was preparing myself for this one-day activity, I promised that I won't bring up topics that would remind us of our past. After all, two years had already passed and even though things were already cool between us. I felt that it would be so improper if I bring up things that would make us feel awkward and uncomfortable.

But she started it when she began to mention about her dad (who was in the military actually) and the meeting he had with my dad (who used to work for the media bureaucracy). Of course, dad knew that my girlfriend's father is in the military and I guess, it was his key conversation during their meeting.

At that time, my ex-girlfriend was still furious to what I did so she did her best just to ensure that the meeting between our dads would never be concluded.

While she was revealing this to me, I was just simply smiling.

She also told me about the things that happened after we broke up - her depression bouts, the things she learned from me. The time she learned to stand up - Everything.

Since I was seated beside her, as she went on to tell me the behind-the-scenes story of her life, I began to feel awkward and uncomfortable.

You know what it feels like to be embarassed and guilty at the same time, while trying to pretend that its all over?

Thats what I felt as she began to mention things that actually belonged to our past.

---

I didn't really mean to break your heart. I know it was my fault. I was an asshole in our relationship and I don't even know if I can have excuses for all my mistakes and shortcomings. Maybe we were never really meant for each other. Maybe I wasn't prepared then to have you for a lifetime. But I was not that bad... I never told you painful words - we never really had a heated fight. All the time, there was only silence whenever things don't work between us. It was silence who killed us.

Weeks after graduation, I began to enjoy the company of my newfound friends. Roy just came into my life then and I had a great time hanging out with him. The album you gave me... was a bad omen. You said it was our common treasure and that it contains everything we have shared together. However it sent me some subneural signals about our impending doom. Have you noticed that things suddenly changed after I recieved it from you?

I can still remember. It was mid-April then. We were not talking for almost two weeks already. Half past midnight, I recieved a text message from you. It contained a single word Bye. You never said anything else and I understood it at one gulp. I knew then that its hopeless to continue a relationship that has no future. After all, those were the times I was drawing a new future - a homosexual future that will be the foundations of my life today.

After I sent you my confirmation, there was no reply. Even silence could not comprehend the rift and the disconnection between us. Weeks after, everyone who was aligned with you was now turning against me. Good thing, we have left college and I was spared from all the punishment they were prepared to give me.
But you know what,

You are the only girl who ever came... and I allowed to penetrate into my life.

---

Finally, we have crossed the bridge that separates Intramuros from Tondo. And what she saw suddenly made her grab the digital camera and begin to shoot pictures that she saw on the side of the road.

Rows and rows of tiny wooden houses, small children walking down the street while big trucks zoomed just meters away from them. Funerals that were conducted on the streets - there were old ones and young ones and you will see the difference with their caskets.

We were still talking about my dad and her dream about him. And since we were going nowhere, I suggested that we drive all the way to Navotas so we can both visit my dads tomb.

As we passed through rows and rows of apartments where thousands of families live. As the view of the Smokey Mountain (which has now turned green) appears in front of us, she began to tell me that her colleagues often teased her for being too fragile to join frequent exposures their NGO conducts in such places.

I think it was the first time she saw such place. We stopped at a nearby gas station, where the new Manila Dumpsite was just blocks away. As gasoline fills the tank of our vehicle, I opened the door and the putrid, acidic and nauseauting smell of garbage suddenly enveloped us. It was too atrocious that I panicked and immediately closed the door while she sprayed her perfume to kill the rotting scent.

Several meters away from us, there were a group of children playing. I told her, "tingnan mo yung mga bata. Imagine normal na sa pang-amoy nila yang bahong naamoy natin. Welcome to the real world ________. "

We continued driving until we reached the borders of Manila and Navotas. We continued our journey some more, until she saw again rows of houses where some family lives by a makeshift house dangling between two other houses made from aluminum sheets and worn-out plywood.

Then she saw something that immediately caught her attention again. She said it was a family who were having their lunch at the rooftop of one of the houses we just passed by. We decided there and then that we have gone too far and its better for us to go back. So when we reached the next intersection, we simply turned right and then made a U-turn on the first intersection again.

On our way back, we stopped at the place where we saw the family. As it turns out, they were not having a meal but instead, were playing a card game. We stopped several times for her to capture in her camera what poverty really is. After all, it was our objective in the first place - to see how extreme poverty do to children.

We passed by the garbage dump again, the industrial plants that lined that road of depression, the tiny homes and squatter colonies that lie in the street. We were seeing the full view of poverty right in front of our eyes.

Soon after we crossed the bridge again that separates Tondo from Intramuros, but now instead of seeing just the bridge, what we see is that it just not separate two districts, it separates the rich from the poor.

As the view of Intramuros, Manila Hotel and Luneta suddenly appears in front of us, I told my ex-girlfriend that whenever we pass that road, the view in front of us simply sugarcoats away the reality the road behind us offers.

Along Roxas Boulevard, she was surprised when we passed by the main headquarters of the Philippine National Red Cross. She even told me that she finds it ironic to see the organization that gives life and relief, just a bridge away from the poor and dying.

We planned to stop by Luneta to take pictures of ourselves this time, but since it is already getting late, and the difficulties of finding a parking space suddenly posed a problem to us, we just decided to continue driving

and conclude our one-day bonding at baywalk.

-tobecontinued-

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Once Upon A Time, There Was A Tomorrow (Part Three)

“I started to notice that she feels something different for me. If you’re not manhid, you would definitely sense if someone gives you more attention and concern. That’s what had happened to us after several months of being very close. My mistake was, I never took it seriously, and at the same time I put more feeder into the fire. I showed her more concern and attention only as a friend. Yet she saw everything I did to her in a different light. People started asking if we’re a couple – which I denied. It was actually a showbiz moment. I imagine ourselves in a talkshow then the host would ask us if “ kami na daw ba?” Worried about the repercussions of everything, I would simply tell everyone that “hindi, friends lang kami…”

For a time it worked for the both of us. It was the most convenient way to do. But there are things that cannot go on forever. Probably, bowing down to pressures, to rumors, and to agitators, she began to ask me weirder questions. In fact, in one college activity that we both attended, she even asked me…

Ano daw ba kami?”


--

We arrived at Polly’s office.

While waiting for him to come out of the door, Ex-girlfriend hid behind one of the columns. Finally, Polly opened the door and started walking towards me. His first question was “ikaw lang mag-isa?” then ex-girlfriend finally came out of her hiding place and surprised Polly.

Polly was of course, very much star-studded when he saw us together. After all, he was one of the “talk-show” hosts before when we were in college. Besides, he knows my preference and seeing us together is something… well, news-worthy.

The whole time we were in Polly’s office I was silent. These are one of the times when I have to act more straight-acting in hopes that I could perfectly pass as one of the straight guys you know.

Since it was almost lunch break, we decided to go out and find some place to eat in the area. Before we left, Ex-girlfriend went to fix herself up in the bathroom then Polly introduced us to his colleagues. When we got outside the office, we planned to eat at Chowking. However, ex asked us if we could check her driver first before going to eat.

And that gave me a better idea.

Since our next stop was in Binondo, I suggested that it would be better if we proceeded there instead of having our lunch in Intramuros. That way, Polly can spend more time with us.

They both agreed so the three of us stepped inside the van.
A few minutes later, I was already directing the driver the way going to the place called Chinatown.

--

"It was around September. We were both holding leadership positions in AB. She was the transition leader of our Journ Society, while I held one of the top positions in my political party. One time, we had this seminar in Cavite where all officers were invited to attend.

We both signed up for that seminar.

When we arrived at the venue, I became so busy with my own political affairs that I forgot to notice her. It made her upset because I think she thought that such event would make our friendship – or whatever it is much stronger. During the second night, she asked me if we could sneak out of the main hall because she wanted to walk at the beach. Since I haven’t paid attention to her for a while, I sneaked out with her.

We were alone at the beach. She held my hands and leaned on my shoulders. She told me that she was quite upset with what I am showing to her – that she felt so outsider around my company – my political party. Our conversation was quite deep and intimate and I felt at that moment that she would confront me about us… about our status.

There and then, she asked me “kung ano daw ba kami.” That time, I really can’t tell. I have some slight feelings toward her but I know that it’s not enough to hold a relationship together. At the same time, I am afraid that wrong use of words may offend her.

That time, I simply want her in my life, I want her to own my heart… but I don’t want a relationship or commitment with her.

The beach was so cold and it started to drizzle. I asked her if we could return to the seminar since people might be looking for us. At first, she asked me if we could stay a little longer at the beach but I told her that she might get sick because of the cold weather.

We sneaked back inside the hall as quietly as we sneaked out."

--

It was very hot and humid when we arrived at Binondo. Our first goal was to find an ATM so that we could withdraw some money.

Since I am relatively familiar with the place, I showed ex-girlfriend the alley where a Chinese-style market could be found. She liked what she saw and she asked the two of us if we could check the place out.

At the alley, she started taking photos of fruits that were in stalls.

--

We emerged from the other side of the alley afterwards. Ex-girlfriend and I were planning to see more things and take more pictures but Polly insisted that we eat our lunch first. Unfortunately, no matter how familiar I am with the place, I am not familiar with the Chinese restaurants there. And since nobody among us is familiar with the place, we decided to go inside the first restaurant we could find.

At the corner of the street where we came from and Ongpin we found our restaurant.

If you’re familiar with Chinese restaurants, one thing you would notice is that most of the dishes in the menu are written in Chinese characters sometimes, the translations were even harder to comprehend since it was also translated by a Chinese. We took our seats and the waitress gave us the menu.

While ex-girlfriend and Polly reviewed the menu, I asked the restaurant manager if she could suggest something that we could eat since it was our first time to dine there. And so this manager went to the table where we were seated and advised us to order their most sought after dishes.

As they talk about the dishes we would order, I started looking around in hopes that I could find a dish that is familiar with me. Good thing I found one. It looks like a Pares and I think, it had the aroma of it. So I interrupted the manager and asked her if they serve Pares in their restaurant.

At this point, I really don’t know what I said afterwards. But I heard her saying yes. However she advised us not to order it but due to my insistence, in the end she had nothing to do... but write it down on the paper, which I would regret afterwards. If only I listened to her, and took her suggestions on what dishes we would order, we wouldn’t have discovered a new meaning to the word “Chinese Food.”

--

Our orders arrived several minutes later and what we saw loose our appetite.

It was placed in a pail-like aluminum container. The rice was covered in a think, stew-like sauce. The herbs and spices made the aroma quite nauseating. And the food presentation was completely appalling.

But it costs P62 pesos so we have to eat it even though it seems like our food looks like a kaning-baboy deluxe at first look..

After several spoonfuls of our order, I finally told them that our food sucks. I thought I was the only one who feels that way, but they also said that they just lost their appetites too after eating it.

So we decided to get our bills and whatever is left from our food would be taken home.

When we got out, we started laughing and talking about the food we ate and how atrocious the experience was. Ex-girlfriend even said that eating it was a sort of an “extra-challenge” for her.

As for me, I really felt dizzy afterwards and whenever they mentioned the word “food,” I controlled myself since at any moment I might throw up what I ate.

We went to San Lazaro Church and the two went inside to pray. I, on the other hand started looking for a cigarette vendor in hopes that a Philip Morris may wash away the food’s bad aftertaste from my mouth.

When they finished praying, we lit up some candles at the altar then we explored the whole stretch of Ongpin in hopes of finding more subjects to take photos of.

As the heat of the sun, humidity in the air and dust coming from vehicles that passed beside us took its toll, Polly finally announced that it was his extra challenge.

So when we reached the other side of Ongpin, Polly wanted to excuse himself from us since someone from his office texted and said that everyone was looking for him in the office.

We then found our final subject and it was a shoeshine man. For the last time yesterday, we asked the old man if we could take pictures of him while he does his job for our class project. The old man obliged so we had an easy time taking our last shot.

In the end, Polly decided that instead of going back alone, he agreed that we could drop him off in front of his office as we proceed towards our next stop…

--

"The months after the revelation at Cavite was a rollercoaster ride for us. Our political difference almost tore us apart. While she gave me concern and understanding, I gave her pain and apathy. The society elections was the last draw and after she and her party found out that nobody in the class voted for them, our relationship has turned from bad to worse.

We never talked after that elections… and up to now, I still can’t remember how we did started talking again. Soon, our friendship was restored back to normal and for a time, it became more intense. Occasionally, we would talk about ourselves and she would ask me about our status. But it ended just there. She knows after all that my stand about commitments was clear

One afternoon, I think she had a bad hair day that day for she never talked to me. Before I left for home, she told me to call her that night because she wanted us to talk.

That night, I called her. I cannot remember what we have talked about, but it was a very tensed moment. She was already drawing the line between us. She told me that she cannot move on, while I remained in her life. She asked me that she wanted to know what would my decision would be – and she made it very clearly – keep her as my girlfriend, or leave her never to communicate or talk on the phone again.

Before I made my decision, I asked her if I could call back after several minutes. I made an excuse that mom me to do something. But the truth is, I called my guy bestfriend in high school and asked him about my move. He knew my story and his answer was simple. For several years, I was ahead of him when it comes to the affairs of the heart. He saw me courting, flirting and making my moves, he saw me being rejected and dumped by girls I courted before.

He said everything he have learned in courting and relationships came from me – even though the relationship part was a theoretical one…my bestfriend told me that why not for a change, I finally apply what I’ve been teaching all the time. He told me that he believed that it is my time to settle down and have a girl in my life.

I called her immediately after I ended my conversation with my bestfriend. The girl and I talked about ourselves again; the possible complications after we announced to everyone that we’re officially a couple; My fears about the relationship since it is my first one and I don’t really know how to handle one.

She assured me of everything. In fact, we set our first month as a transition period for the both of us. Although I am not really sure whether I am ready for a commitment or not, I realized that having a relationship is better than to loose her completely because I was afraid to keep her for real.

I don’t want to repeat my failures with Ice Rose.

That night we became us.

But until now, I am still trying to remember whether I told her I love her, at the first night of our relationship."

--

-tobecontinued-

Once Upon A Time, There Was A Tomorrow (Part Two)

"We were juniors in College. It was the month of love and while she was still involved with her boyfriend during that time, my life revolved around my tropa – the PGC. During that day, her group had a sort of video shoot for one of our subjects. Evening came and she was supposed to be picked by her boyfriend since she was not feeling well then. When her boyfriend didn’t show up, our tropa-leader volunteered to accompany her going home. However, when he found out that she lives in Fairview, he asked me a favor if I could accompany her instead since I am relatively nearer to her place (I live in Manila) and she had a lot of heavy audio equipment to bring home.

Being the class president, I felt responsible for her so agreed to take my tropa-leader’s place. We were already friends during those days, but not as close as my friendship with IceRose.

And so, I accompanied her home. While on our way, we talked about a lot of things – things I don’t know about her and things she don’t know about me. When we arrived, her mom was extremely relieved to see her safe and secured, while she was very thankful for my assistance.

That night, I arrived home around midnight…

For me, I felt that I was doing a part of my duty as the class leader. But never did I think that it would be the beginning of something that would eventually lead into my first committed relationship with someone else."


--

We met at McDonalds at around 10:30 this morning.

She was all blooming and radiant when I saw her today after I last saw her during the funeral. I even teased her that it seems like she used too much pearl cream that her face turned all white.

But the truth is, she is more beautiful and sexy now, unlike when we were still a couple. And in her aura, I felt that she had become more mature and refined as the years passed by.

--

We boarded her van and she introduced me to her driver.

“Just like in the old days,” I thought. “She never gotten used to going around in a public transpo.”

Anyway, while inside her van, she showed me the themes for her photos. She told me that since I used to produce good subjects for our Photojournalism class during college, she asked me if I could suggest to her the subjects that she would use for the themes she had to do.

I told her that since she had already something in mind, we should better stick to her plan instead than to think of subjects that might be too difficult to shoot or too far-fetched for her themes.

So we went to her original plan. We proceeded to Intramuros to take pictures of Kalesa and their Kucheros..

--

"Weeks after I accompanied her home, things became more warm and cordial between us. I don’t know how it all started but I began to call her at night. We began to talk about shallow things at first… until we got to know each other better. The calls became more and more frequently and the hours of conversation became longer and longer. We never realized it but we were already becoming secret phone-pals. There were times we would both arrive late during our first subject the following morning and we would just look at each other and smile. For the rest of the second semester, that was our happy tripping. That summer, she broke up with her boyfriend and since I was already there, adjustments became much easier for her… after all, she was under my full cover.

It was also that summer when I first asked her to watch a movie. You see, during those days, I would innocently ask a close girl -friend to hang out with me. In my terms today, it would be considered a date - - but during those days, it was an innocent and friendly hang-out. We watched several movies… most of them I’ve already forgotten. Things were relatively routine and friendly and uncomplicated until one of us reached the threshold of friendship.

It was she who first showed signs of something deeper…"


--

At Intramuros, I asked her to pretend that we were both students and we would need to take photos for our “class project.” You see, it was our best excuse back in college when we needed to take pictures of subjects we needed. You wouldn’t believe that it’s more difficult to tell them that you’re a photography class student or journalism student than to simply tell them that you’re a student and you needed something for a project. And you know what, it never failed us.

The Kalesa drives warmly accepted our permission so we began to take pictures – she using her digicam, while I used the manual camera. From time to time, I watched her back… just like I always do to a person I am with. And the more I get involved with her that moment, the more it reminded me of our past.

After we have finished taking photos of the Kalesas and their Kutcheros, she asked me if we could visit Fort Santiago in hopes that we could find interesting subjects inside.

While we were paying for the ticket, I teased her by saying that we’re not in a field-trip as she laughed and slap my back with her hands. We went to the gunnery, the baluartes and dungeons just to see what the place has to offer. As she took her photos, I told her that the place looks much better during the afternoon.

Lately I’ve realized that I was implying that sunsets make the place more romantic…

Before we left Fort Santiago, we sat on a bench to tell her what happened to me and my dad. I told her what happened to our family and how our lives are still related since we both have the same broken background even back in college.

Our senti conversation was cut after a group of Korean kids, passed in front of us. Since my ex-girlfriend love kids, she started taking photos of them while they formed a line in front.

After taking photos of the Korean kids, we went to Manila Cathedral in hopes of finding more subjects for her themes. There again, we met a bunch of street kids who happily striked a pose for our cameras. Since this ex-girlfriend of mine has this soft spot for children. She asked me afterwards if we could find a store where we could buy food for them.

We bought a pack of bread which the kids shared for themselves. I told her that a former classmate of ours works near the place which further sparked her interests. While I rang our friend’s phone ex-girlfriend asked me if it’s okay if I don’t mention that she’s with me, so I said its fine. Our friend then answered the phone:

“Polly, I will be visiting you in your office. I’ll text you when I get there ok?”

Our friend said it’s alright for me to visit. Ex-girlfriend then went inside Manila Cathedral to offer some prayers as I waited for her outside the church.

Worried that things might get messed up when the two finally meets.

I sent Polly a following SMS message.

“Hindi niya alam ha.”

-tobecontinued-




Once Upon A Time, There Was A Tomorrow (Part One)

"This time, I think I am crossing the line. Who would have thought that ex-lovers could spend a beautiful day walking at a park. It was an awkward scene. My friend Andrea warned me of this scenario the last time we saw each other. What worries me is the repercussion and the future after this turning point in our lives."

- mms saved message.


---

I woke up late today and since I was already an hour late yesterday, I decided not to report fearing that my boss would find out that I am beginning to have problems with tardiness at work.

So instead, I logged on to the account using my computer at home. I was hoping that such move would make up for the absence today. However, I was worried that what I might be doing will only make things worse. I logged out immediately before the boss finds out what I was planning to do.

Suddenly the thought of applying a passport became a tempting distraction. I was bored, restless and daydreams suggest that leaving the country to visit other places abroad might be a good idea. The procedure however, is a different matter. Being a nincompoop that I am, I texted several people who I think, knew how to get a passport.

One of the people who received my text message was my ex-girlfriend.

---

She was the first, and the last lady who came into my life. Our relationship was relatively long but I was still immature and irresponsible when we became a couple. Maybe one day, I could tell our story in full. Suffice to say, it was not a good one. Ours was sad and full of failures.

And it was me who's at fault when she finally called quits one summer midnight.

It took two years before I was forgiven. During my last birthday, she sent a message on Friendster telling me that she had finally realized the closure between us.

When dad passed away, she showed up at the funeral. It was a bittersweet event because of all the relationships I had, ours was the only one official. She was accepted, not only by my mom but my dad as well. Though nobody saw us together when we were still a couple, everyone at home saw her as part of the family.

And it was only at the funeral two years after we broke up, that my mom and my sister finally met her in person.

---

She responded immediately after I sent her my inquiry.

Lately, our relationship has become more cordial after a series of YM conversations thawed the ice that sets us apart.

She gave the number of the Department of Foreign Affairs and even suggested to inquire at travel agencies on how to get a passport. Her assistance was a relief. What caught my attention however was her mention that she will be doing a photo-shoot for their magazine today.

Reading between the lines of her text message, I knew there was something more to what she said.

So I asked her whether she's alone or she has company. Ex-girlfriend answered that ever since she started working, she had grown used to do things on her own.

There and then I immediately knew what I should do... as her friend.

As her former...

---

I asked her if she needed company. After all, I'm absent at work and I won't be doing anything the whole day.

In fact, I would be very happy to volunteer to be her companion.

It took her some time to reply to my question. Waiting left a surge of uneasiness that flooded my being. Maybe meeting her was a wrong idea. Perhaps she wasn't prepared to hang out with me after we broke up. In my heart, a sudden sense of awkwardness stopped me from asking her answer. After all, it is unusual for an ex-lover to spend an entire day helping an ex-girlfriend do her job.

Hang-ups might emerge in the course of being with her the whole day.

It took several more minutes for her to answer, she replied by telling me that it's okay to join her. It turned out that she was looking for a helper and my assistance was very much appreciated.

Besids, we used to do those activities together...

Before...

When things were less complicated and we were just friends.

---

-tobecontinued-

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

El Toro Redux (Infinitely Fuck - Teen Angst Remix)

Tangina mo.

Bakit sa tuwing makakarinig ako ng balita sayo, lagi mong sinisira ang araw ko?

Bakit sa tuwing maalala kita, lagi kong pinapahirapan at sinisisi ang sarili ko?

Hindi ko naman kasalanan kung hindi ka namin nailaban ah? Inubos mo na nga ang pera ko, pinamukha mo pa sa akin kung paano maiwan sa isang sitwasyon na hindi ko naman ginawa.
Tangina mo.
Bakit ba kahit patay ka na at matagal ka nang nakabaon sa isipan ng madla, marami pa rin ang naghahabol sayo?
Bakit ba hindi kami makahanap ng katahimikan sa aming gunita sa tuwing makakarinig kami ng balita tungkol sayo.
Tangina, ano bang meron ka? Bakit mo ba ginugulo ang buhay ko? Bakit ba nagogoyo mo ang nanay ko? Bakit ba hindi ka pa mawala sa buhay namin samantalang
Nasira mo na kami, patuloy mo pa rin akong pinaparusahan dahil nabigo kaming ilaban ka.
Alam mo bang dahil sayo, bigla kong sinumpa ang Intramuros? Dahil sayo hindi ako makatingin sa newstands tuwing umaga? Nang dahil sayo, hindi ako makapagpakita sa mga dating tauhan namin?
Nang dahil sayo, gusto kong tumakbo palayo sa lahat ng tao at bagay na magpapaalala sakin ng lahat ng tungkol sayo?
Kahit na mismong utol ng tatay ko tinalikuran ko. Mismong puntod ng tatay ko, gusto kong ibaon sa isip ko para lang hindi kita maalala at maka-ahon ako palayo sa iyo.
Hanggang kailan mo ba ako mumultuhin?
Kailan mo ba kami papatahimikin?
Tangina, kelan mo ba kakalagan ang nanay ko na siyang nagbabayad ngayon dahil sa aking paglaya mula sa kadena mo?
Tangina, mawala ka na...
Makalimutan ka na sa isipan ng lahat...
Pakawalan mo na kami.
Tangina ka.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Moksha

"What if there is a reincarnation, and that I am just merely several lifetimes away before achieving my own Nirvana, my own end? What if Im just merely finding several more pieces of my lifetimes' jigsaw puzzle before life itself declares me complete?"


These were the words I've spoken several years ago after having a senti-metaphysical conversation with an old friend one silent night.

Though I cannot remember how I came up with that conclusion. Lately, whenever I feel I can relate to someone who speaks the same way my soul communicates, those words slowly echoes back to me.

What if I am an old soul who is nearing the completion of his cosmic journey?

---

Ever since I began to ponder the metaphysical world, the thought of reincarnation never left me.
I always wonder whether God would allow me to live another life just to correct the past one, or would he be benevolent enough to let me seek, whatever path I am looking for - if such path would require several lifetimes only to be found.

The thought of having several lifetimes enchanted me, until the reality of my present life suddenly sinks into my consciousness.

Leaving me in a cold, pragmatic existence.

---

For years, those thoughts began to submerge from my consciousness in order to live a painful life that spans this entire lifetime.

Through the years, I started to forget that old soul residing in me in hopes that I could replace everything with a pragmatic view of life.

And even though the thought of karma, reincarnation, bliss, contentment and happiness became less and less staple of my daily thoughts.

I never forget them.

In fact, I think I just allowed them to sleep, the way I let Darkstar and several of my personalities sleep in order to achieve this state of consciousness.

All of them were left to slumber, until Mami came to my life.

Until I finally realized that an old soul seems to reside within her.

---

Tonight, at a house party she organized,

We began to talk about metaphysical things. It all started with what makes her happy and what does she regret in life.

Through the course of our conversation. I shared to her some of my basic philosophies...

That true and eternal happiness can only be achieved in death.

That there are souls who are wiser and deeper than the body and brain it resides.

For a moment there, I felt that I wasn't the one speaking to her. It may be the spirit of the alcohol. But whenever I uttered a word, I felt that it was something which came from within - from something older than what my ordinary thoughts could merely express.

Truth is,

I have only encountered very few people who loves my trippings - the mere clubbing, partying and having those promiscuous moments were just part of the masquerade.

Beyond that, I have never met someone who has this great sense of affection towards sunsets, towards mid afternoon gentle rains, towards high places where silence and serenity reigns; while a grandiose view awaits those patient souls who would look down and appreciate that there is more to life than material things and shallow religious experiences.

I've always known myself as someone deep... and lately, while studying the trends I do in life, I realized that somehow, I tend to touch someone's life with my presence when that person is in deep distress and needs someone who would lift them up.

I may not be a perfect one, but I have tried to live with that philosophy even though not a single intimate relationship has ever bloomed based on those foundations.

Not even a close call.

---

In the end, Mami and I closed our conversation relatively relieved.

She found that her lifetime is composed of countless cycle of births and rebirths - While I, realized that my purpose in this lifetime is to act as a bridge to someone who is crossing an epoch in his life.

I have always tried to be a gentle, and emphatic listener. And so far, I have not veered too far from my nature.

---

When you summed up my overall interests and aspirations in life, one old soul may realize that hidden beneath my shallow blabber is a desire to achieve my own perfection.

Driven by need to surrender myself to others, and treasure moments that could never be mine again, I think I found my own calling.

Even though only few could ever answer or satisfy my own distress. My purpose I think, is to answer and reach out to those who are in need of someone, who would care and willing to listen to their own life stories.

My melodramatic mood reflects my own desire for completeness,

and now that I found an old soul in Mami who would somehow comprehend what I am saying.

My path towards Nirvana remains at hand.

I might just have several more lifetimes to go, before my own sentience ends.

Monday, August 22, 2005

Nagfefeeling

  • Ano kaya ang feeling nang may buddy ka pero at the same time may girlfriend ka rin. Tapos ang buddy mo eh may girlfriend rin tapos mag-jowa rin yung girlfriend niyo pareho?
  • Ano kaya ang feeling na babae ka tapos dalawa ang asawa mo. Tapos yung parehong lalaki mo eh nakatira lang sa isang bahay at magkatropa pa?
  • Ano kaya ang feeling ng ma-gangrape ng sampung callboy tapos bottom pa ang role mo all the time at wala ka pa silang protection habang nirarape ka?
  • Ano kaya ang feeling kapag ang Presidente ng bansa mo eh isang Transexual, tapos ang Vice President ng presidente mong bading eh isang Butch na Tibo?
  • Ano kaya ang feeling kapag nakainom ka ng isang basong domats. Bottoms up pa yun?

Continuation

  • Ano kaya ang feeling kapang ikaw ay isang hunky, gym toned at gwaping na lalaki? Ano kaya ang feeling na lahat ng model-modelan na bading ay turned on sayo?
  • Ano kaya ang feeling kapag buddy mo si Brad Pitt at kasing gwaping mo si Ethan Hawke?
  • Ano kaya ang feeling ng isang operada? ng may artificial na keps at boobs?
  • Ano kaya ang feeling na may foreigner kang buddy, tapos yung buddy mong yun eh isang redneck American?
  • Ano kaya ang feeling ng isang tao na may 3 incher na putotoy?
  • Ano kaya ang feeling ng isang tao na may 9 pulgadas na jumbolaki?

Isip pa ako...

Pasensya na, bagot lang sa trabaho. Hehehe.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Lets Do The Evolution

From This:

















Windows Version 1.01

To This:




















Windows Vista (Codename: Long Horn)




*courtesy of wikipedia.org

Don't Do This At Home Kids (Eksenang Chorva Scene 7)

Scene: Mother inspects some dirty laundry in the basket when suddenly, I entered into the scene and she pops this unusual question to me.

Mudra: Anak naihi ka ba sa shorts mo?

Me: HINDEE MA! BAKEEEET?

Mudra: Eh bakit may nadampian akong mamasa-masa dito sa shorts mo???

Me: Suddenly pauses for a moment... remembered something I did a while ago. Then secretly blushed and replied...


Mama Sipon Ko Po Yan!!!


---

Mother throws the dirty shorts back in the basket as she shrieks loudly in a falsetto voice. Then she made sermon about proper hygiene and the prevention of virus at home. As she made talak about this and that, I secretly exited the scene vowing that next time I do that...

I would be more careful.











Good thing, I really have a flu these days.

The Memory Of Trees

Something I wrote after having a date with IceRose yesterday

---

"Once upon a time, there was this confused boy who was controlled by his heterosexual heart. Every year during his college, he would bond with a certain girl that somehow he would get attached to at the middle of the year. Unfortunately, he was ruled by his torpe attitude so usually it never prospered. The one before his ex-girlfriend was a different story - For he developed special feelings for this girl. Their bond was so deep but unfortunately, it never bore fruits for his admission of feelings came too late. She found herself a boyfriend the day this boy would confess his feelings for her...

A year has passed. This boy got over her. He found himself another girl to bond with - which eventually became his first girlfriend. Six months after, the boy and the girl broke up. Boy became a full pledged bisexual. After three years, boy evolved to become a homosexual.

In the same span of time the boy was happily living his homosexual existence, the girl before his girlfriend broke up with his boyfriend but left her a kid to raise on her own. This afternoon, the boy and the girl before his ex met. After five years of relatively civil contact, after two years of gruelling tension between the boy and the girl's ex boyfriend, They dated again..."

---

After a long walk at baywalk yesterday afternoon,

And after a dinner date at Shakey's while we watched some kids in their costumes attending a birthday party,

And after I accompanied her home, while she told me about a time when I was head over heels to her...

... the 3 am call while I was heavily drunk during college

... the time my ex-girlfriend befriended her just to get some "vital" information about my interests

... the time I was caught up in the crossfire since her boyfriend percieved that I was meddling with their affairs.

Our date reminded me that I had a good heterosexual life.

For a moment there, while we were re-living our past lives one saturday afternoon. I swear,

being with her made me feel how to be a heterosexual again.