Dear Meng-Meng,
I do not know if you are still connected with me. But suffice to say, I am representing the voices of the guys you left behind but still remember and honor your memory as part of who we are, and who we will become to be...
As you may know, the Christmas Party last December was a huge success. I never thought that such event, that everyone thought would flunk and become a massive failure would suddenly pave the way for differences to resolved and conflicts among us, found its world-peace closure. Its success leaves a hint of what is in store for us this year, and the events that came after seem to be promising for everyone.
Benchboy, after his kodak-moment, kiss-and-make up offering with Roy last party, organized a large reunion for the Odders. Knowing how rare he takes such initiative in gathering everyone , I convinced Roy to become the bearer of the news. He took up the role of a press release officer and for two weeks, he secured every core member's presence in this month's contingent.
Tonight, the meeting took place at Metrowalk. Just as what I assumed, everyone who sees themselves connected with the group showed up. It was a pleasant get-together even if we were just twelve who showed up. Beer and stories flowed freely as the night went on. The more we delve into our beginnings, the more we realized how our roots remain intact: that we are still one despite the constant changes happening to our fabulously gay lives.
It was a meeting full of nostalgia. Everyone kept asking Kirsh's age, who we considers as the youngest member who showed up. I made him remember how I found him lying at the freshly cut grass of the Sunken Garden during our first meet up. Who would have thought that after six fruitful years and a couple of conflicts later, he would, remain part of my life.
Benchboy arrived late. He came from an M2M indie film screening at Sanctuario Bar this evening. I do not know where the place is, but my informants from G4M told me that it is a newly opened blue-bar in Cubao - a predecessor to the infamous Mister Piggy's which you used to call your playground. Like some of us, the years after you left allowed us to expand our horizons and experiences. I bet, if you're still here in the country, you would be in the forefront of such expeditions.
Dodong has a new date. Pao has now proclaimed himself a bottom. R and Will Truman remains solid in their relationship (and probably reading this blog) and Roy, now a poster boy to every group that I belong, has began entertaining thoughts of forgetting his age. Six years after I met him, we remain tag-team buddies. I still look after his back, despite the consequences it may bring to me. And our very own Nate... the guy who became infamous for his jusku! jusku! expression, showed up, after spending several months in another country. His presence lifted our spirits. With his warm personality and with his conflict with Sonny now resolved, I am most certain it won't be difficult to call contingents in the future.
After downing thirty plus beers, three buckets of San Mig Light and countless stories later, we all traced back our roots to you, who once bonded us together as one group. Despite our huge differences nowadays, we still find the common ground, the Outsiders because of the gift of friendship you selflessly shared with us..
I just want to say that you are still remembered waps.
And this year appears to be very promising for all of us.
Just as I promised to myself, the next tagay with the group will be for you and those who we still remember as part of us.
Who would have thought that after all these years, we will remain strong and enduring.
Thanks for the wonderful memories Omeng.
Until we see you again.
I do not know if you are still connected with me. But suffice to say, I am representing the voices of the guys you left behind but still remember and honor your memory as part of who we are, and who we will become to be...
As you may know, the Christmas Party last December was a huge success. I never thought that such event, that everyone thought would flunk and become a massive failure would suddenly pave the way for differences to resolved and conflicts among us, found its world-peace closure. Its success leaves a hint of what is in store for us this year, and the events that came after seem to be promising for everyone.
Benchboy, after his kodak-moment, kiss-and-make up offering with Roy last party, organized a large reunion for the Odders. Knowing how rare he takes such initiative in gathering everyone , I convinced Roy to become the bearer of the news. He took up the role of a press release officer and for two weeks, he secured every core member's presence in this month's contingent.
Tonight, the meeting took place at Metrowalk. Just as what I assumed, everyone who sees themselves connected with the group showed up. It was a pleasant get-together even if we were just twelve who showed up. Beer and stories flowed freely as the night went on. The more we delve into our beginnings, the more we realized how our roots remain intact: that we are still one despite the constant changes happening to our fabulously gay lives.
It was a meeting full of nostalgia. Everyone kept asking Kirsh's age, who we considers as the youngest member who showed up. I made him remember how I found him lying at the freshly cut grass of the Sunken Garden during our first meet up. Who would have thought that after six fruitful years and a couple of conflicts later, he would, remain part of my life.
Benchboy arrived late. He came from an M2M indie film screening at Sanctuario Bar this evening. I do not know where the place is, but my informants from G4M told me that it is a newly opened blue-bar in Cubao - a predecessor to the infamous Mister Piggy's which you used to call your playground. Like some of us, the years after you left allowed us to expand our horizons and experiences. I bet, if you're still here in the country, you would be in the forefront of such expeditions.
Dodong has a new date. Pao has now proclaimed himself a bottom. R and Will Truman remains solid in their relationship (and probably reading this blog) and Roy, now a poster boy to every group that I belong, has began entertaining thoughts of forgetting his age. Six years after I met him, we remain tag-team buddies. I still look after his back, despite the consequences it may bring to me. And our very own Nate... the guy who became infamous for his jusku! jusku! expression, showed up, after spending several months in another country. His presence lifted our spirits. With his warm personality and with his conflict with Sonny now resolved, I am most certain it won't be difficult to call contingents in the future.
After downing thirty plus beers, three buckets of San Mig Light and countless stories later, we all traced back our roots to you, who once bonded us together as one group. Despite our huge differences nowadays, we still find the common ground, the Outsiders because of the gift of friendship you selflessly shared with us..
I just want to say that you are still remembered waps.
And this year appears to be very promising for all of us.
Just as I promised to myself, the next tagay with the group will be for you and those who we still remember as part of us.
Who would have thought that after all these years, we will remain strong and enduring.
Thanks for the wonderful memories Omeng.
Until we see you again.
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