Thursday, November 16, 2006

AN AFURFURFAIR TO REMEMBER

Sa totong buhay lang eh witchelles ko talaga betchay ang magcelebrate evur ng birthday. As in . . . kasi parang witchelles ko naman betchay ang concept na mega-happy ka na another year has gone by and eynimomentzzz eh pakyonti na nang pakyonti evur ang mga araw na ilalagak mey ever sa mundo. Meaning . . . pa-nearness of you na nang panearness of you . . . ang the momentz of ligwakan portion . . . tegibums is just around the corner!

In total fairness kay Atty Katrina Legarda eh naloka naman akey nang naloka, dahil ni witchelles ko man na-organize ng maayos ang sarili kong birthday evur. Dalawang back to baklang projects with Nickelodeon and Honda ang niratrat ng beauty kez first and second week of November. Ni witchelles ko nga learn kung dugo pa ba ang nanalaytay sa mga ugat kez eh puro C2 na at Lipovitan Ira. Pakshet!

Sa una eh betchay kong mag-more Government, since super feel at home but then witchelles ko kineri ang budjey na super-quote ni friendship Josh. Nakakadugo ng matres at parang baka after ng party eh malaglag na lang bigla ang mga nagningningan kong balakang!

Hanggang sa may nirekomenda ang isang friendiva kez sa workaloo na si Roxanne sa isang simplicity of culture na lugar ever sa Kamagong.

So hayun na nga, 2 days before D-Day eh inatakan namen ang bar-baran portion. Isa siyang payak na lugar . . . as in . . payak kung payak itu . . . ang may-jori ever eh isang guitarista ng isang nag-flopchinang rock band some one-hundred years ago. Kakaloka. So, more rock-rockan portion ang eksena doonchie . . . as in . . . na parang dinaanan ng sampung super thunderstorm at wala silang ginawa . . . .so very butch! Ang sakit sa bangs! Muntik nang dumugo ang mga bagang ko. But then, ala nang choice . . . at well, maganda naman and fair ang quote na ginivesung niya sa ‘kin good for sixty utawsingbelles with light lafang and more and more and more na nomu. So go na lang ng go! Join na lang ng join!

The night itself eh wala na rin akong panahong makapagpaparlor pa dahil sa sobrang kangaragan. Imagine, that Saturday morning eh saka lang natapos ang Honda event. So . . . less ang preparation sa pagpapabyonda. Shower na lang ang naging katapat.

Early evening eh I had dinner with my closest friends sa CafĂ© Bola . . . . Claude, in his most behaved mood (dahil nga daw moment ko yon) and Kiara, na kumain ng isang galong itim na eye liner para lang sa 80’s motiff ko! Ninamnam namin ang sinigang na lechon na may pakwan ni Margarita Fores! Si Rica naman eh nagmiganju . . . nag-meet lang kami earlier that afternoon para lang igivesung niya ang nyexpensive niyang gift sa ‘kin na shubangong pang-menthol! At bukod don eh naisipan pa niyang mag-sponsor ng sampung cases ng berangju. Ohhhh . . . laban kayo? Bisi-bisihan lang ang lola Rica ko dahil if I’m not mistaken eh meron siyang bagong karir . . . but ang nakakalokang factor don . . eh ewan ko rin kung paniniwalaan ko siya . . . . HIV+ ang bago niyang karir. Tumbling! (Saka na lang nating pagkwentuhan ang eksenang itu . . dahil as I said . . . moment ko toh! Hahahaha)

From Greenbelt eh direcho na kami sa venue, dahil may mga naunang mga bisitang witchelles ko learn kung saanchienabelles nagmula.

Pag-atak ko doonchie eh may-I-present tense na ang mga mudra, sisiterbelles, brotherbelles, friends ng sisterbelles at friends ng friends ng brotherbelles ng mga nyolaga naming bagets ng supermau. Wicthelles ko na-foresee na kelangan ko pa lang mag-entertain ng mga thundercats na lafangan ang habol.

Anyway, andun na sila . . . . . medyo close din naman sila sa ‘kin one way or the other . . . so mega-palafang na lang.

Hanggang sa lumalilm na nang lumalilm ang gabi at nagdatingan portion na ang mga old and new friendivas from all chapters of my life!

Dumating din ng maaga ang boss ko, si Ursula, with her super hottie bagtes lover na napulot niya kung saan mang gaybar. Kakaloka. Siya lang naman ang may pinaka-daks na boses doonchie na parang siya ang hostess ng party ever.

Ininvite ko si Mr. Spoonful of Sugar. Dumating naman siya with 3 other friends. Kaso di rin ako masyadong nakasegway sa kanya dahil unang-una eh nung dumating sila eh parang humiwalay na ang kaluluwa ko sa katawan ko sa sobrang kalasingan at pangalawa eh super jiyaers portion din akembang sa mga kajointlackles niyang friendivas.

Meron pa kong isang unexpected guest na dumating . . . . na-meet ko siya sa Subic ‘nung ginawa namin yung Subic Bay Pride, isa siya sa mga prime movers ng “Ang Ladlad” at in fairness ‘nung mga time sa Subic na iyonchie eh medyo nakakiligan ko siya at mejo kumibot din ang natutulog kong mga tinggil. Akala ko talaga eh witchelles na kami magsa-sight sight ever. So nasurprise naman daw ako sa presence niya with matching lips to lips pagdating na buti na lang witchelles nasight ni Mr. Spoonful of Sugar (sana).

Pero ang pinakanakakaloka eh ang pagdating ni Raymond. Syet! Banggitin ko talaga ang pangalan niya da ‘vah? Anyway, si Raymond naman eh matagal nang friend ni Kiara. Matagal ko na rin siyang kakilala at matagal ko na rin siyang krases pero wala lang chances and opportunity kaya witchelles ko ma-pursue ang kung anuman sa kanya. Naloka na lang ako nung nagtext-sami siya sa ‘ken ang few days before my birthday to greet me in advance. At nag-meet pa kami 2 days before. Mireseng suyudin niya ang Pasay para lang hanapin akey hey hey hey! Super ask pa siya kung anechiwa raw ang betchay kong gift from him, chika ko naman eh witchelles naman akong materyosong tao . . . na maski presence lang niya eh kering-keri na . . . then, sabay hiret siya . . gusto mo sarili ko na lang ang i-gift ko sa yo . . . naloka naman daw ako don . . sabay banat na . . . gusto mo eh ibalot ko pa . . . . kakaloka . . . hanggang sa sinakyan ko na lang . . chika ko na wag na niyang ibalot dahil huhubarin ko rin naman! Hahahaha. Bastos ko noh!? Sorry! Ang pagkakatrina talaga eh waing jinijiling panahon at walang jinijiling oras.

So, hayon na nga . . . . more nomu na sa party . . . di ko na alam kung pano ko hahatiin ang katawan ko dahil ang guests ko eh deadma sa isa’t isa.

Hanggang sa nagkaroon na ng elimination portion at natira na lang talaga ang mga super-closest sa ‘kin . . . HighSchool friends, si Grace at si Francheska, friends from former work . . si Madonna . . . si Kiara, si Claude . . . at higit sa lahat . . nagpaiwan si Raymond.

No holds bar na ang labanan sa inuman at sa kantahan . . . pati kami ni Raymond eh no holds bar na ren . . dahil na rin siguro sa sobrang kakatihan ko at bunsad ng pagdaloy nang kakaibang mala-demonyong tadkyak ng alkohol eh hindi ko na namalayan na pinagjujubad ko na si Raymond sa harapan ko infront of the others . . . . at ang luko-loko naman eh walang patumanggang may-I-follow.

Hanggang sa hayon . . . nauwi din sa uwian ang lahat. Witchelles ko na nga learn kung paano pa akey hey hey nakajuwi nung mga oras na yon . . .

Friday, November 03, 2006

A SPOONFUL OF SUGAR (PART 2)

It was not so much of a date actually . . . . one afternoon, I just so happened to be in the Greenbelt area. I texted him, it's just one of those random texts that I sent him when I feel like blabbering things happening in my day to day activity (as if there's much to blabber about). It was already late in the afternoon, I thought that he'd be drowsing off already 'coz he has this Eastern Standard Time bodyclock being a call(center)boy. I'm not even expecting anything. And then, he replied . . . he was in G4 playing arcade.

Over the boiling coffee of McCafe with a slight wind caused by a mild drizzle . . . I smiled. The dark clouds covering the afternoon sky was definitely in contrast to my "Sunny Sunday Morning" feeling. I could've felt like a colegiala being tickled in the clitoris for the first time.

It was a weird smile, I must admit. Suddenly, my monster of a production assistant looked at me and asked if I'm okay.

"I'm more than okay," I replied.

Then I started to compose my text message for HIM.

We have been planning for a meet-up (or date, or whatever you wanna call it) for weeks and our schedules wouldn't agree with each other. Me, being a slave of the entertainment and the events industry . . . on-call 24/7 . . . and him being . . . a . . oh well . . . . a callcenter boy. There had been a lot of re-scheduling and a lot of cancellations . . . it was like fixing the sched of Cher in her 4th Farewell concert and Barbra's ressurection in her current US tour.

Anyway, that very afternoon, the inevitable happened.

I told him where exactly I was and that I was supposed to meet with a client but after two and half hours, there was still no sign of any client. I could've made use of that wasted time bringing my rollers and blow-dry and fixing myself a Farrah Faucet hair, it was such a waste of time not until . . . . he told me that he'll drop by.

Suddenly, I felt that most of my blood left my head and went to God knows which part of my body. I don't know if it's because I was ecstatic that I would be finally meeting him again and that I would be able to cast my eyes on those beautiful eyes, well-accentuated jaws, the five-o'clock shadow and not to mention that "kutis-kamagong skin" or if it's because of the fact that I haven't had a decent sleep for the past 48 hours and that it would be a total understatement if I said that I looked like shit.

Anyway, there was no turning back . . . . it's either face the fact that I looked like shit and I had the guts to meet him or I had the guts to meet him and I looked like shit.

After a couple of minutes . . . . I guess that was the longest fifteen-minute wait of my entire life, I saw him from afar. I waved at him, I stood up and headed to the entrance of McCafe to greet him. I was just able to make a few steps when I heard the high-pitched voice of my client blaring at me like a wild goose whose feathers are being plucked at that instant. I just smiled and whispered to Bing, my monster of a production assistant to accommodate our gargantuan client for a while and that since she's late, I have to attend to a high-priority appointment.

I left the two monsters at peace for a while as I approached him and shook and his hand. My god! I haven't seen that face for a long time and I could've sworn to God that that face fucking haunted me in my (wet)dreams for years.

We went out of McCafe and began to walk. It was those kinds of walks that could've seemed senseless at first because of not having any directions at all but in the end, it was a kind of walk . . . . that . . . pardon me for sounding so Mandy Moorish . . . is worth remembering.

We went around Greenbelt in that dark afternoon and talked about a lot of stuff. There were a lot of catching up and a lot of clarifications because of us having a not-so-verbal relationship in the past.

And we walked and walked . . . . .

In ordinary days, I could curse that walk . . . but in that special day . . . those meters (or kilometers) are worth the walk.

I really do not know why I'm writing so much about a fucking walk but anyway, I really couldn't hide the fact that I enjoyed that very short time with him.

And then, we both decided to see each other again.

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My life has become an emotional rollercoaster for the past few months, that is also one of the reasons why I haven't really attended to this blog of mine for quite a while. Being a brother, a son . . . working your fucking ass night and day . . . having friends who sometimes drag you to their misery . . . . having a fucking boytoy who actually thought that he could milk you like a cow . . . is not so much of an easy task to do.

And sometimes, when we feel down . . . and when we feel that there's no one else left in this world aside from your-self-pitying-crybaby-suicidal-self . . . we look for a little spark of hope somewhere out there beneath the pale moon light, as James Ingram and Linda Rondstadt once said.

And then, you hold on to something immaterial . . . . to a faith you've lost long ago (or you decided to throw away).

I no longer know what I'm saying here. But I need to do my segue already or this will bore the shit out of you guys . . . . .

As our dear supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Mary Poppins once said . . . . a spoonful of sugar helps the medicince go down . . . however bitter life is . . . . however painful the last night fuck is . . . . we could still look at the brighter side of things.

If you feel REJECTION staring at you in the face . . . . . no worries . . . . we can all get hold of OLAY + . . . to battle the seven signs of aging! At least . . REJECTION can stare on a seemingly not-aging beautiful face.

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Another year will be added to my lifeline this coming November 11. I am hosting a party that very same date . . . . . . I want you guys to show your love and be with me on SATURDAY !!!!!

It will be a mini-event with a mini-walk-off of some of the most sought-after models in the industry. And also . . . a "Thank You Party" of one of my very special friends who left the "house" a couple of weeks ago.

This invitation is open to everyone . . . . big or small . . . gay, straight, or straight-pretending to be gay just for the fun of it or gay-pretending-to-be-straight-for-no-reason-at-all or whatever . . . . .

If you're coming, just shoot me an email so that I could send the invitation to you!

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