Monthsary | Tannis

As difficult it is to accept, trends reveal that singlehood is a state I do not last very long. The findings can be traced to a habit of faithfully sticking to the first person who gets me. If you find the word "get" a little confusing, think of it this way: It is not words that win me over. Physical affection remains the barometer that would make my heart beat.

Given this often tragic habit of assuming things without any formalities, misunderstandings often occur. Fortunately, clarity is never my element. I could be as sweet and affectionate to a person without being certain it would lead to a commitment. I admit, it gets painful when things don't work out. However, acceptance is easy when you know that love can never be forced to someone. Moving on is necessary, no matter how aching the process of detachment is.

The day after I let Tannis sleep on my bed, things have become rosy between the two of us. He would inform me of the most trivial things he would do - such as the meals he would eat during his breaks, or the exact time he leaves for work. I respond to his text messages with much enthusiasm but rarely do our exchanges lead to conversation.

He is sweet beyond words and for his efforts, I tried to become as accommodating as my emotions would permit. I learned from our first engagements that there is hesitation in me - that I would never be complete had he become my new partner. There is something in Tannis that is lacking and I am afraid that I might look for it on others who would come after him.

However, after his unexpected return last Christmas Eve, I tried to overlook his shortcomings and instead focused my attention to learning his essential traits. He said he was monogamous in his past relationships and it strongly appealed to me. He is a self-made man, who now claims to be a manager in a retail store that sells high-end clothes. His story reminded me of Phanks and what he might become five years from now. This didn't bother me unlike during our first run because Tannis had, for most occasions had given me this impression of financial stability that I never felt from those I was willing to take seriously before him.

Two days after Christmas, Tannis called asking if I was free that evening. I was about to leave the gym and since I had nothing else to do, I decided to meet him to get close and personal. As he ate his fast-food dinner in Wendy's Shangri-La, I listened intently to all his stories. He might not be aware of it, but I was keenly observing everything about him - from the way he described his family, to the responsibilities he do at work. I noted down all his strong points and tried, my very best, to compromise the things that he lacked. He rarely asked anything about me, so during the whole time we were together, I said little that would catch his fancy. I know, one would get tempted to say that I'm ruthless in judging his character while I, allowed a trickle of information about me to drop on him. The reason for the obvious one-way exchange is simple: We never really see each other eye to eye.

Despite this challenge, I never allowed our differences to dominate our first hang-out. So we went to his apartment hoping that I could get to know him more. Experience tells that you can learn as much about a person from the place he calls home. What I saw amazed me. Not only was Tannis well-ordered with his surroundings, he tried as much as possible to keep his spot tidy. The guy had a strong chance if Mugen was the only one who called the shots in relationships. He was manly enough to make me feel secured. He was a good man who was able to gnaw into my defenses. There was never a moment of repulsion when we get intimate with each other. For a moment, I thought what was only lacking to cement our bond was formality. Unfortunately, Darkstar's and Pulsar's opinion weighted heavily and as we got to know each other, the light which illuminated him a few days before began to dim the more he revealed himself in the dark.

"Can I call you honey?" he blurted out while we were cuddling in the sofa.

"Huh? Do you think we're going too fast?" I asked.

He frowned at me to express his feelings of disappointment.

"I think we should get to know each other more before entering a relationship," I suggested. "After all, my attention is all yours," I mumbled to myself.

I left his place more confused than when I arrived. Mugen and Darkstar had both agreed to give it a shot and what kept things hanging was Pulsar's reservation. You see, the only thing missing - and I was looking for Tannis - was depth and sublimity. While he raved about Sex in the City and Queer As Folk, I was hoping we could talk about other things - like current events, history, or at least even Science Fiction or our thoughts of life and living without any pretensions. After three failed attempts in relationships, I finally learned what I am looking for: a partner I could talk to; a buddy who I could share my most intimate thoughts and insights; a friend who would truly enjoy the strange places I go and things I do. I was willing to wait for Tannis. Unfortunately, he was too impatient to see me bare myself and in his fear that I might just leave him in the end, he made a move that would keep us - remaining apart.

On the night of the Outsiders Christmas Party, Tannis asked for another meet-up. I told him I could not come for I have other engagements already in place. He might have taken my rejection badly that he went out to have a drink with his "tropa." I never asked who this "tropa" was but I felt something odd about the manner he relayed the message. When the party was over, I texted informing him that I arrived home. I never got a reply. The following afternoon, he sent an SMS message telling me that he got home past 4 in the morning.

And then there was dead silence afterwards.

Piecing the events that took place, I conclude that maybe because of his deep longing for someone to call his own, he went back to Malate to seek a replacement. Perhaps he found a new one that morning. There is also a possibility that a rival was already there before I came and what he was waiting for was the one who would first give in. Too bad, what I was asking is a little more time. For him however, time was never the essence - it is the attachment that counts.

I sent two more text messages to express my declaration of affection but I never received any reply. Knowing how most guys conduct their romantic affairs, I understood that it was time for me to go. What is so strange is that I felt more relieved to see him fade away rather than feel bad that I let him go.

New Year begins and I am completely free from any attachments. The circles, which took three months to draw are now complete. As I begin to draw a new one, it is my hope that whatever misfortunes I struck in the past would never happen again. Tannis could have been the fourth, had he let me get drawn to him a little more closer.

But he didn't. He was rushing to have a relationship without knowing more about his soon-to-be-partner.

And so, the time of isolation ends today. The book of Tannis is now closed. We grieved for Phanks long enough and we have stayed away from Malate rather than exploring the possibilities of getting to know the people we bump in that place.

2009 opens with me, searching the distance for any silhouette or shadowy figure that might be the fourth.

For who knows, maybe in the horizon; maybe just beyond the clouds; or maybe,

after staring at sunsets for too long.

The soul I am looking for would just appear unexpectedly, standing next to me.

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Happy New Year Everyone.

The Return

We learn from experience that a very tipsy person has the same chances of swaggering at the middle of the road and making a detour to the sleaziest of places when left to survive on his own devices. It happened to several friends I "nursed" before. They all arrived safe after dropping them off in front of their gates. Since I am as human as the ones I looked after in their most precarious state, the swinging towards the middle of nowhere can also happen to me.

The week that passed has been a turn-over for everything: The turn-over of gifts to friends, family and relatives; the turn-over of romantic emotions from the past to the present; and who would have thought, a person I turned-over a couple of months ago would have a surprise comeback after meeting him face to face in the same spot before.

And so there was I, drunk, after downing seven bottles of beer at a party. I left the company of revelers when I learned that they would stay at a nearby coffee shop instead of heading to their homes. They were inviting me to join, but I said that I could not stay. I was worried that I might disgorge in front of the guys who call me supremo, or I might do something crazy which I might regret when I get sober.

I staggered pass several blocks of buildings and found my way in Ayala. I must say that it was difficult to keep oneself steady while trying to figure out how to get home. My god, I can't even remember how I was able to arrive at the Enterprise from Greenbelt. What more if I hail a taxi and not direct it to someplace else?

But experience tells that I have been to worse cases before. At Mami Athena's gathering early this year, we downed countless shots of Fundador while having Red Horse as our chaser. I had to throw up everything I ate just to pump out the alcohol from my tummy. On my way home, I had to ask the cab driver several times to drop me off so I could throw up in a corner before proceeding to our destination. When Centurion called for a drinking reunion together with my two "adopted" young lads last summer, I had to appear more sober than my kids even if I filled a toilet bowl with my sludge. I promised to bring them close to their places in Pasig even when I was the one needed to be accompanied home. This case was not so bad. However, I knew that I couldn't show up to my mom without appearing to obvious of my "fruity" smell. I had to get sober elsewhere or I might get grounded after twisting my excuses again.

I told the cab driver our destination. Malate.

Christmas Eve was almost upon us, and yet, Orosa was still teeming with nightlife. Except for a few tell-tale signs of sobriety, people are still geared to party. For someone bored and restless like me, a fewer crowd made no difference. I head towards Che'Lu to get re-acquainted with my home turf again.

However, just when I was about to pay for the entrance fee, I noticed that there were no people dancing on the floor. The place was literally "nilalangaw" which only meant that I couldn't do a full throttle no matter how adrenalin-inducing the house tracks were. With no other choice, I dragged my carcass on to the next bar which is O. At least, even if the dance floor is empty, the club's claustrophic layout would give an impression that there's still party in the house.

The night was still young and time was on my side. Mom wasn't looking for me, and my sister might be busy surfing the web using my computer again. My goal was to party as hard as I could to catch up from the two months of being absent in the circuit. It was also my way of flushing out the alcohol before it settles down in my head. Flirting was never an option since I could not distinguish a guy from another. Everyone just wanted to have a dance partner and it never occurred to me that I wanted it too...

...That was until I saw him leaning in one of the stainless steel beams near the bathroom while smiling at me.

"Oye nandito ka pala!" I said to him with a slurry voice.

"Honga eh, medyo malungkot kasi sa bahay." He answered in a somber tone while trying to conceal his awkwardness at our chance encounter.

"Galing ako sa party. Chill muna dito bago umuwi ng bahay."

"Honga eh, pansin ko lasing ka na..." He was obviously alone - and looking for company.

Forgive me for being highly sensitive to signs and omens, but to see him there - after vowing never to return to that place when I ditched him a few months back must be something serendipitous. As far as I can remember, I sought cosmic intervention for him to stay, only to push him away when I discovered that he wasn't the one I am looking for. The heavens must be pulling the strings, and at that moment I wasn't so sure if resisting our fate was a good alternative.

So I went along and tried to dance as God played his favorite house tracks.

Thrice I took a leak at O-Bar's cramp, but well-lit bathroom. Thrice when I returned to the dance floor, I still find him there, standing, alone and perhaps waiting for me. His gesture was gentlemanly - whether he meant it or not - and to return the favor, I stuck by his side to make him feel that he was never alone that night.

Looking back, I should be ashamed to be in his proximity when I had been cruel from the very start. When I sensed his intrusion the first time we got close, I had to pull back by ignoring his text messages and date invitations. I blocked his Yahoo Messenger so he will not see me online. Literally, I disconnected myself to spare him from all the hurt that I might bring and yet there he was, keeping me steady while the world around swirled in a dizzying frenzy.

"I am glad it was you who found me." I blurted out while my eyes were on the verge of shutting down.

I don't recall his answer. But I remember putting my head on his shoulder while he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I'm about to leave, would you mind if I invite you home."

"Sure!!" I felt his mood lightened up.

I took it as a cue to pick my bag and leave the place less than an hour after I arrived. After all, I would rather entrust myself to someone I already know, than take the risk and get involved with a stranger I just met.

Che'lu will always be my bar of choice but in the two occasions I hit O-Bar alone, I left the place with my life drastically changed.

My first visit lead to a one night stand with a young lawyer.

A day later, I was emancipated from a forbidden attachment. A week later, I broke up with my partner.

The last lead to an intimate but non-orgasmic sleep-over. I woke up the following morning cuddling a human and not drooling on a fluffy pillow.

Uncertain of our future, it was Tannis who I found.

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Afternoon passed on and I prayed for his return.

At past 3, I started losing hope.

Maybe I wrote the wrong number. Perhaps he lost the card on his way home. I also cannot rule out the possibility that every word he said and every gesture he did that night was a result of his longing. He was merely lonely and when I filled out his void, my presence suddenly became irrelevant.

Another Moment In Paradise, October 20, 2008

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Another Moment In Paradise (Last Part)

The rule of clubbing states that everything happens in just one night. You pick a dance partner; dance in a rhythm that expresses your innermost longing; drink hard; grope harder; kiss, like the separation of your lips would mean a shortage of breath; hug tight and savor the moment of togetherness because when the time comes for dance partners to part ways, everything will be over.

Another clubbing night experience would never be the same as the night-out you had tonight.

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And so we returned inside the bar for another round of beer and dancing. The revelations had convinced him that we should extend our stay to get to know each other deeper. The discovery stunned me as well. Chemistry and commonality rarely becomes a double trait in one person. The dance floor was packed and everyone danced to the beat of Rihanna. We never had the chance to talk. Instead, the proximity of our bodies lead us to fill each others need for intimacy. Assured that I am with the right person, I danced with him like I would dance with my boyfriend. We would kiss, tongue and hug each other tight. We would let go from time to time to give each other some breathing space. Other hands would try to distract us, but in the end we make sure no one will be carried away by the swirling currents of people seeking somebody else to be theirs.

We would go bathroom breaks together - him walking closely behind me - his arms tightly wrapped around my shoulders. I broke walls of people, making sure he was secured behind me, while I bear the brunt of bodily collisions after my rude and assertive dispersal. He might be tough, older and more assertive when he's sober but with his senses nearly disabled by alcohol, I was his best fall back guy. I never sought him there, but our strange encounter gave me reasons to put up a fight on his behalf.

I would have stayed and danced with him but the night is nearly over. I found what I sought that night and perhaps he found his as well. Parting is such a sweet sorrow and I was the one who bid my goodbye.

"Tara, let's go home." He followed without any protestations.

We claimed our bags at the bar counter and walked outside with my arms around his neck. We talked more about the revelations earlier and at the back of my head, I was resolved to see him again.

"You're too good to be true, I hope this would not be our last." I finally confessed.

"Hindi mo pa nga kinukuha ang number ko eh, paano tayo magkikita ulit?"

I've been dancing with strangers for as long as I remember. Dancing was my liberation and it reminded me that no matter how my hands were bound to one person, my soul runs free to express its innermost desire with other people. At the end of ecstasy, I return to my sullenness by trying to forget the encounters of the night. I don't leave traces thus, I don't give personal details to dance partners.

Now that I am free, the choice to let others stay rest entirely whether I will let an encounter develop into something longer than just a club-night-stand.

"What's your number, i-text kita."

He took out his phone for his pocket so I can get his number. While transferring his details into mine, my luck run out when the number on the screen of his phone suddenly disappeared.

"Malas ah, na low-bat ka na." Fate was testing my initiative.

"Dito ka lang, intayin mo ako."

Determined to keep him, I went inside a KTV bar to borrow a pen from the lady cashier. She was busy counting the bar's profit so I grabbed the pen lying on the table without her approval. In a calling card I found on my wallet, I started scribbling my number. Though the place was dimly lit and the effects of alcohol had started kicking in, my persistence won over. I gave him the card outside hoping he would not lose it. We talked a little longer about our interests until the topic shifted to a subject relating to our past.

"So why did you break up?"

He said that the guy was 7 years younger than him. His immaturity had put him off and their bedside personality did not complement one another. I am sure that there were deeper reasons behind their break-up but I didn't bother to probe further. Instead we talked about our longings and our plans now that we're both single.

"I'm looking for someone younger but can think more mature for his age."

"I'm looking for someone older and can think more mature than me."

"I'm not getting younger and I hope to find someone who'd be willing to grow old with me."

"I'm 27 and I think I'm not getting younger as well. That's why when I found what makes your heart beat, I decided to stick with you up to now."

"I think I love you na..." he finally mumbled while trying to keep the smile from his face. I just returned the favor by smirking, knowing that everything is just but a drunk's talk.

"This is really out of the ordinary, and I'm glad I went out of my way just to find you."

Over another round of Red Horse, we talked about our likes and dislikes with our partners, our bedside manners and the things that made us smile and cry. I learned that he's a home-buddy who enjoyed playing chess or watching QAF reruns. He said that behind his tough and aggressive nature was a soft guy who cried over little things.

"I'm hypersensitive and I'm afraid you will find me boring."

"What made you say that?" I replied "I deal with all kinds of people."

At that moment, I finally grasped the potentials between us. The compatibilities are obvious and the adjustments, if there are, would be insignificant compared to the sacrifices I gave up to sustain a failed relationship. Our conversation was like those of two lonely people preparing to enter a union and behind the fears and hesitations of starting a relationship all over again, I finally muttered,

"I'm yours."

I guess all the things we've said we're just product of our loneliness. But now that I'm sober enough to remember that strange encounter I had last Saturday, it seems like I kept my part of the bargain. His words would still reverberate like they were just said an hour ago and the hopes we shared during our chill-out talk is what keeps me believing that there might be a future for the both of us.

The sweet talk would have went on, but alas, our time was up.

"Thank you very much for meeting you." I uttered over and over while my head was pressed against his chest. "I had fun, you're someone worth keeping."

Daybreak had finally arrived replacing the brief twilight that kept us hoping in the dark. We stood up from our chair and walked together towards Taft Avenue, as the last of the party vampires were now on a hasty retreat out of Malate.

"If you ever lose that card, I will wait for you at the same dance floor on Friday." He just smiled as he put his arms around my shoulders.

It was a short night and for the first time, I would have wished it to last longer in order to buy time to know someone I might never see anymore. Thrice, he asked if we could sleep together. On his second try I gave in and offered my place provided that he would never make any noise. He rescinded his suggestion admitting that he might not be able to keep his promise. On his third, he opened the idea of checking in a motel, but it's already too late to sleep together.

Morning was upon us, and my family will be looking for me.

And so we stood at the corner of Taft and Julio Nakpil as an acceptance of our separation. I stayed with him to wait for a cab that would take him home. Promises were conveyed, even if words bore no meaning. After all, words would last long enough until reality settles in to put a final verdict on our ending.

The cab finally arrived and it was time for him to go.

I said my goodbyes. But just before he opened the door to enter the vehicle, he turned around to see me again. Without any hesitation, he grabbed my shirt, pushed me closer to him and with one final act, he kissed me in that street corner unmindful of the passing people around us.

Fighting back, I closed my eyes and responded to his kisses with equal passion he had shown throughout the night.

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Epilogue:

I slept at past 6 am hoping that he would text back upon his arrival. I never recieved any message.

I was stirred from sleep to check my phone. It had 3 unread text mesages. They were from friends bidding me good morning.

In between short naps, I dreamt of getting a text message from an unknown number only to wake up and see an empty screen.

Afternoon passed on and I prayed for his return.

At past 3, I started losing hope.

Maybe I wrote the wrong number. Perhaps he lost the card on his way home. I also cannot rule out the possibility that every word he said and every gesture he did that night was a result of his longing. He was merely lonely and when I filled out his void, my presence suddenly became irrelevant.

Just when I was about to write him off and accept that I was taken for a ride, my phone vibrated. It was a new number and this was the message it contained.

"Men! Tannis*! Hope u can still remember me :) am here at rustan's supermarket grocery lang, supply for next week. :) ayus ka lang?"

He remembered and we started texting again. However, the person who came back is not the same lonely guy I met in Malate two nights ago. Something has changed and this change reminds me that yes, it is best to slow down from my infatuation.

*Tannis - his code name for this entry.

Another Moment In Paradise (First Part)

Malate is a place where dreams are made and where fairy tales do not end with happy endings. It is a place of refuge for those who mend a broken heart or a shattered soul by lathering their throats with beer and partying the night away with house music until the sound numbs weary ears and the dancing drains energy from exhausted feet. Malate is a home for those who wishes to forget and for those trying to escape the agony of living a suspended life. Yet, despite the sorrowful stories that come out of that place, Malate is still full of promises. Amidst the teeming mass of lonely gay people dancing aimlessly at the center of the dance floor, there are moments when fate intervenes and connects two people who share a common longing.

And perhaps even a common dream.

That promise is what keeps people like me to return over and over to Malate. Even if there are no assurances of a happy ending after the night is over, the thought of a stranger making you feel complete is what makes the whole endeavor worth doing.

I went out last night after a week's absence in the club scene. The choices are tough for I already exhausted myself in the gym that evening and the feeling of weariness is enough reason to go home. However, the lingering thought of an ex-boyfriend suddenly knocking at your door and asking the maid if he could sleep over crept like some terminal fear that drove me to the smoke-filled hall of Che'lu. Running away instead of confronting a hanging issue proved more feasible for someone as broken as me.

Nothing has changed at Che'lu when I entered the bar. The same beautiful people lined its narrow corridor leading to the dance floor. The same effeminate twinks danced on the ledge with their smooth and lean naked bodies and with a plastered smile fit for glossy magazines. The same old house tracks were being played by the DJ. I could say that the scene was getting boring and for several occasions I contemplated whether my age of rage is finally over. You see, serenity dawned to me after the separation and the frustration I expressed through dancing wasn't there anymore.

I was expecting a boring night, which I planned to cut short by 2 am. However, it seems like someone had other plans for me last night. As I moved my body slightly to make it appear that I was dancing, I noticed this tall guy beside me. He looked Caucasian judging from his Surfer haircut and strong jawbone alone. He looked grungie and danced like he owned half of the dance floor. Tipsy, he would move from one side of the floor to the other. He would brush my right arm for support when he crosses in front of me. I never took his brushing as a move to get my attention. However, when our body contact became more frequent, I got what he hinted all along:

He wanted to dance with me.

I granted his invitation with much hesitation at the back of my head. I knew that I could never match his moves and I had an idea where it would lead to - bed. Had the dancing happened when I was still taken, it would have been easy to draw the line that separates emotion from lust. Now that I'm single, things are different. I could do whatever I wish to do.

At the price only my heart would pay.

What made me change my mind was his near-perfect smile. He was far cuter than I initially assumed and his smile blew away all traces of grumpiness that I felt the whole day. His bawdy dancing revealed a very drunken state and whenever I held his arms firmly, (every time he was about to fall) I felt his need for companion, for the night has been hard on him.

"Lasing ka na ah, nakailang bote ka na ba?" I asked.

He just smiled and raised his hand to show his four fingers.

Our dance continued without uttering a single word. Like the other dance partners I had before, there is solace in silence. It's like no matter how the music beats pounded our ears, the unspoken connection between us is what makes our bond secure. The bodily movements were never really important. It is the presence of the other that matters.

"This is the first time I've been here," he finally confessed while Janet Jackson's Feedback blared on the stereo.

"Talaga? What brought you to this place?"

"I just broke up with my ex." He said.

"When?"

"Three weeks ago." His face turned gloomy.

"Lemme guess, you broke up last October 1?"

He never uttered a single word. Instead, he leaned his head on my shoulders. Something tells me that our encounter was a serendipity. Who would have thought that I would meet someone who broke up at the same time I quit my five-year relationship. This was indeed something and our revelations lead us closer to each other.

The music played on while intimacy began to settle in. He was a very aggressive make-out partner. He would gently bite my neck, nibble my ears and still won't give me a chance to return the favor. When he would kiss me in the lips, he would grab my neck then passionately run his lips into mine. No wonder, I fought back with much passion that he would later say.

"Tangina men, ang galing mo humalik."

Much as I would like to stay and look after him (and his bag which he left somewhere near the ledge) time was against us. I already spent my gimmick pass last Friday and what kept me out last night was a "work" excuse at home.

"I thought you're gonna bring me home." He said frowning. Gotcha! My hunch was right all along, this affair would end up in bed if I don't hold back my defenses.

"But I have work at 4 am."

"Ganun? Sige na nga samahan mo lang ako magyosi sa labas. Sabay na tayo umuwi."

I agreed to extend my stay so I'd get to know more the only dance partner I had for the night. It was never my habit to switch partners like others do on the floor. Instead, when I find someone who's worth keeping, I'd stick to that person as long as he wants my company.

We went to a nearby stand since he had one stick left. The whole time we were together, I never looked at his face. The reason was simple, I find him too attractive that I felt that my presence wasn't worthy. Besides, the "market insecurities" that I raised a few weeks ago is something I still need to address. I know he was drunk and he blabbers things that probably he never meant at all. However, when he told me these words,

"Ngayon ko lang narealize ang cute mo pala."

It was as if my stock market rallied to an all time high, financial analysts would claim that I am out of recession.

We walked towards Nakpil to hail him a cab. We still talked about little things that we find interesting. His affirmation brought back my confidence that I started talking to him in equal terms. He might be three years older, but I certainly know that we might have something in common other than our prowess in bed.

"Hey can I ask you a question?"

"What is it?" He replied while putting on his aviator sunglasses.

"What music do you listen to?"

"Hmmm... Alternative and Slow Rock. Ikaw?"

"Seriously?!?"

"Yeah why?" He asked back.

"Listen to this."

I took out my iPod player and let him listen to a track that only few guys know. It's an Our Lady Peace song that I really love. A long time ago, I was so in love with that song that I swore that if anyone digs it the way I do, I'd give myself up because I've learned from my failed relationships how similarity in interests strengthen the bond between two people.

He listened to the song for a few minutes.

"OMG, we really have something in common. Isayaw natin ito men"

At the corner of Nakpil and Orosa streets, he hugged me tight despite the throngs of people around us. They're all gay alright, but at that moment, I felt that I've finally met the man I've been searching all this time.

The plan to go home at 2 am was aborted. I decided to stay with him, have another drink and dance at Chelu like our lifetime only last for one night.

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Turned on the radio, to find you on satellite
I'm waiting for the sky to fall
I'm waiting for a sign
Though we are
It's all so far
You're falling back to me
The star that I can see yeah
I know you're out there, somewhere out there

- Somewhere Out There, Our Lady Peace

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