Sunday, July 29, 2007

Waps 3/G4M GEB (Last Part)

To look back at our past, the first thing I would remember is the never-ending Friday nights at Quatro. That's where our brotherhood was forged right? Whenever I remember the dreamy freezing nights guzzling our beer out there, it's like things never really changed. I don't go to Timog anymore, but still nothing compares to the freedom I felt when we were there celebrating whatever ties we had as a group.

That's what I am beginning to feel this evening. In their company, I felt so at home.

The comedians were absolutely fantastic on stage. The "divas" who performed reminded each and every one of us of a neighbor-thread in G4M that promotes and showcases the best of being transvestites. In fact, this group held a GEB last week, only to be boycotted by the very core of their thread. Nagtampo tuloy yung madir-maderan nila. It was a laugh-trip Waps, especially when I mentioned that the boycott caused a tampuhan among them. And to think they fashioned themselves as the main characters in Encantadia (a fantaserye in GMA 7 last year) To compare theirs to the surprise GEB we had tonight,

At least yung sa amin, walang plano-plano, hindi pa na-boycott. Hehe.

I forgot how many bottles of beer I downed tonight. I don't even know how many trips I did just to take a leak in the bathroom. In between breaks, there were laughter. There was less talk because we were constantly distracted by the performer's punchlines. However I guess, the meet-up planted the seeds of brotherhood among those who showed up.

It was a success, and there's no contention about that.

Alam mo ba waps, most of them had never felt how to have a PLU group before. When I say PLU group, you know, the kind of friendship and brotherhood we had in the Outsiders before. Too bad, some of us lost it along the way. But don't worry, the core you left remains intact and I guess it would remain so for as long as I have strong connections with the people you have left. Roy is still there, as well as Papu, Garppp, Goonie and Nathan. I think we can be considered a core already. I've been tagging Roy to every group I am associated to. After all, we've been partners from the very beginning - even before we have met you. Pangako ko nga, isasama ko siya once this new group I belong to forges strong ties with one another.

Sana nga, it could happen.

I still have to reach out to the rest of them since my inter-personal ties are only limited to the leader and Grade. The host is cool, as well as our other companion who I guess, epitomizes a guy who has good looks, nice body and masculine demeanor all of us are dreaming of having. The future remains unforeseeable, but in a such a small world like ours, interpersonal contact is bound to happen sooner or later. Who would have thought that in my semi-wild presence in G4M this past few months, I would end up finding a company which will somehow restore order back to me.

By the way, Arj is on a rampage. I wish we could help, but he seems so isolated right now. I will tell you everything when we get to talk in YM soon.

Remember Waps, I still remember the past. And our lessons, which I still treasure today passes on to every group that I am associated with. You are a fine example of what a very good PLU friend is and if you were here right now, I guess, the Outsiders won't disintegrate as it did.

Looking back, I still remember how I met you on a rainy evening of August four years ago. I just came from a funeral - my Lolo's funeral feeling down and desolate. Bes Goonie and the rest were chilling out at Starbucks Rob Place and you were there, just smiling back at us. You were just in a corner there, observing our activities.

Who would have thought that many months later, you would become our center. The only person who connects to everyone who finds a home in the group called Odders.

That past would never happen again, but the friendship and reaching out you shared with us, is what I tell to Lostwansoul of PEx and Caretaker of G4M - who I see as the leaders of the groups I am currently associated with right now.

Until we meet again wapo.

Thanks for the memories.

Yours truly,


Tri[p]nautic

Waps 3/G4M GEB (First Part)

Dear Meng-meng,


You always tell me that everything changes. Yeah, for three years, I did ignore your statement hoping that things would remain the same. Unfortunately, it all fell apart this year. Things really change. As a matter of fact, I can feel that the changes are happening really fast, I don't even know how to cope up with it.

You taught me that there is unity in diversity. There is, and for the past three years, my life revolved around the different facets of being a PLU - from the effems to the closets and to the ultra-masculines. This past few months alone, I've been associated with the most masculine of our brethren; the types you would outrightly consider SMK* in our native language.

I woke up this evening, thinking what tribute entry to write about you. I've talked about the past. I talked about the future, and I'm considering talking about the present Outsiders, when I saw two text messages on my phone when I picked it up. It was an invitation and guess where it came from.

Lately, I've been involved with some guys in G4M who doesn't prefer posting their face-pics on their profile. If you were here, I guess, you would consider it a trend nowadays. Paano ba naman kasi, pag bortawan (katawan) mo ang nakalagay sa profile, mas mukha kang paminta (masculine). You know the drift. I think it's working for those men and guess what, they are indeed masculines in person.

Roy can attest to that.

They invited me to a suprise meet-up this evening in Araneta. Inuman daw sa Clownz. I know the place as a Comedy Bar and since I don't have any plans this evening, I immediately told my mom that I would have to report in the company for an "emergency conference call." Haha, nagbago na ako ng excuse ngayon waps. Kung nung time natin eh "poetry reading" ang best reason ko para magpagabi, this time it involves work na.

Except that my agenda is really socializing with other people rather than my boss and my colleagues.

Anyway, I got up, took a bath and rode the Purple Line LRT going to Gateway. If you don't know these places, sorry ka na lang. Things happened so fast, Manila is quite different now. I was the last one to arrive and when I saw them, they were chilling outside the bar waiting for me.

Infairness, they were all masculines. I should thank Grade for mentioning to me his newfound group during our "inuman moments" at a fraternity-dominated hang-out place near Adamson. I would like to mention their G4 nicknames here, but since I don't know if the meeting was a secret gathering, maybe I should let them spill the beans first.

As the story goes, one of the core members of this group just arrived from abroad. He is working in a Cruising Ship and as a treat to his newfound "brothers," he invited the core group for a night out. Actually, I don't belong to the core. But since I have strong ties with their leader, (I act as his secret adviser) I was catapulted into their circle overnight.

Ironically, Clownz was celebrating their fourth anniversary today. So imagine the entrance our host paid for the four of us - 400 pesos each. Pucha, It's been a long time since I had a treat like that. Astig nga eh! It reminds me of my meet up with Macoy last summer and the treat he gave us at Starbucks.

Anyway, Grade was there too. And like he had always been, he still beams with confidence and charm when I saw him. Don't get me wrong, the poison he gave me last time was already gone. Luckily, nothing happened between us. That is why the friendship was saved. They're a fun bunch. The host reminds me of... well, he's a unique case. He said he has a family - wife and kids, and yet still, there is a side of him that desires to explore the life we live in.

Huli man daw siya, he still wants to have a taste of what's it like

to live a life of a PLU.

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-tobecontinued-

*SMK - Saktan Mo Ako. A term for non-straight guys who looks so barako.

Friday, July 27, 2007

Sign Of The Things To Come

The Power-Hungry Kitty

Mims, the cat I adopted last summer knows how to rub elbows with the people in power.

And because these people adores him, this nasty kitty has become a spoiled brat at home. Take his daily habits for example, I would see the cat napping all day in the sala, only to wake up and pester us with his constant meowing in search of food. He would snoop someone, until that person gives up and bow down to his wishes - for a scrap of leftover from a very heavy meal.

Lately, he is seen hanging out with mom and sleeping at her lap during prime-time evenings. During this very important hour, my mom would be too preoccupied watching soap operas on ABS-CBN that she could not be disturbed by anyone. But the kitten would just sneak on her lap, curl and rub his fur to let my mom know that he is around and then finally take a nap the whole time my mom's watching the telly. As a result, mother grows fonder of him up to an extent that Mims is the one my mom looks first when she arrives home.

Lokong pusa yun, he even outdid Tootsie the dog in being the official mascot of the house.

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The Blackout Scare

We had experienced an unusual power-outage just several minutes ago.

I hope it's just because of a downed transmission line or a power fluctuation elsewhere. But with the alarming reports of water shortages and lack of rainfall to fill up the dams up north - which in turn makes the hydroelectric plants operable, one can't help but feel worried that this might be the beginning of a long blackout spell that is threatening to cripple the city.

I was already in elementary when brownouts were a part of daily life during the early nineties. I remembered having to endure three to eight hours without power then. I also endured long boring nights last year after Typhoon Milenyo downed entire power grids across Luzon after its raging, relentless stroll of the countryside.

To bear an entire disquieting night without power was horrible. I tell you, it was unbearable. To think it would happen again sends unmistakable chills over my body. Add to that the looming water crisis which is also in the banners lately and all we have left is a complete breakdown of civilization.

What's worse is that according to the news, this is because of a climate shift brought by Global Warming.

With that in mind, I blurted out to my mom the other day how miserable might the future be for me.

Imagine, if these signs are already showing up ngayon pa lang. What more is in store twenty years from now? Supermegaultra typhoons twice as powerful as Milenyo? Freezing late January complete with snow and blizzard - here in Manila? Long dry spells that can turn the entire region of Central Luzon into a wasteland? These possibilities I mentioned above only affects the country, what more would the entire world be, once the climate becomes totally messed up.

Well, siguro by that time, all we could say na lang to the newborn is

"Welcome to the new world kiddo, too bad, your ancestors fucked up the planet, that's why its getting back at us."

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Cybernetic Overhaul

Finally, I just discovered that my PC had become increasingly slower from the last time I checked its performance.

Blame it to the corrupted files which Phanks and my sister dumped into my hard disk. I might also blame the power fluctuations, which destabilizes my operating system every time a brown out happens.

You see, reformatting my computer has long been overdue. I should have paid a technician to fix it before the classes have started.

Unfortunately, I am also scheduled to have a massive hardware upgrade as well. It includes my desire to increase my videocard memory, my processor/motherboard capacity, and I even need to replace my DVD burner since it no longer burns blank CDs.

So the reformatting has to wait, until I could acquire the resources to satisfy my upgrading needs.

And this I would do all for the sake of playing Sims 2's expansion packs, which will be released in the market soon. Astig diba? But with my busy schedule at work and school; and my sudden shift of priorities and interests - namely gym and expanding my PLU network in G4M and beyond, I really doubt if I could play Sims anymore.

But computers IS my passion. Whether I like it or not, I am bound to upgrade my PC soon, for I won't allow myself to be left out by technology. I should even be aspiring for a laptop right now - if not for my perpetual fear that my sudden tryst with forgetfulness might cost me my very expensive precious.

Target date will be September. If my credit cards have attained a zero balance by then, and if I find a decent and trustworthy computer technician who is willing overhaul my computer; then the plans will push through.

Bahala na si Batman kung mag-short ako on cash when December comes.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

A Summer Re-Enactment

ang hirap talaga pag sa moment ka naattach at hindi sa tao.

- Mugen to Caretaker, YM Chat


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Pasado alas-diyes ng gabi.

Umalis kami sa bahay ni Mami Athena na kapwa lasing. Palibhasa'y napagkasunduan na magkasabay kaming uuwi, pumara ako ng taxi na magdadala sa aming kanya- kanyang bahay. Ang plano ko ay i-drop by muna siya sa kanyang bahay sa Mandaluyong bago dumiretso sa amin. Tutal, magkatropa naman kami. Ngunit sa hindi inaasahang pangyayari, iba pala ang magiging takbo ng gabing iyon para sa akin.

Habang binabagtas ng taxi ang kahabaan ng Bonny Serrano, muli niyang nabanggit ang naging drama noong inuman kina Mami. Isang kasamahan ang nagsabing ang first impression daw niya sa akin ay isang "girl," na kunwari namang ikinagalit ko at ipinakita sa pamamagitan ng pagsuntok sa lamesa sabay walk-out sa mga kasama ko. Ngunit ang totoo, iyon ay isang pag-tritrip lamang. Alam naman ng host kung ano talaga ang sexual preference ko.

Ang usapang iyon ay nauwi sa munting confession sa kanyang bahagi. Noong una, may gusto siyang sabihin na hindi niya masabi ng diretso sa akin. "What will you feel if you have a dark secret and a friend of yours spilled it to everyone?" bungad niya. Ako nama'y nagpatay-malisya lang. Sa kanyang tanong, ang tanging naitugon ko lang ay "What do you mean dude?"

Nagkaroon ng kaunting katahimikan sa pagitan naming dalawa habang patuloy pa rin ang andar ng taxi. Kinulit ko siya sa ikalawang pagkakataon upang linawin ang kanyang sinabi, siya nama'y nagtikom bibig lang.

Nang naramdaman niya na hindi na ako magsasalita at magtatanong tungkol sa kanyang naunang nabanggit, kinuha niya ang aking kamay at idinantay sa kanyang harapan. "Does this mean something to you?" Tanong niya. Ako nama'y natameme sa kanyang napaka-agresibong galaw. Isa yun sa mga classic na-korner moments na hinding hindi ko makakalimutan.

"It feels good, don't take your hand away," pakiusap niya sa akin.

Pinisil ko ito upang malaman niya na gusto ko ang kanyang ginawa. "Saan tayo ngayon?" Tanong niya. "Trip mo ba?" bato ko kanya. Nang hindi siya makapagdesisyon para sa ginawa niyang pangkokorner, inulit ko ang aking tanong.

"Trip mo ba tol?"

"Ikaw ang bahala," ang tanging naitugon niya sa akin.

Pinara ko ang taxi sa may tabi ng PS Bank upang mag-withdraw ng extra cash. Noong mga oras na iyon, hindi na mahalaga kung saan kami makarating o kung ano man ang mangyari sa amin. Pagbalik ko sa taxi, siya naman ang pumisil sa aking harapan, upang siguro ay makumbinsi ako na ang kanyang mga galaw ay hindi basta trip-trip lang.

Kumbaga sa term ni Wanda, isa siyang Gen-Txt. He is one of us.

Habang nakahinto ang taxi sa panulukan ng Araneta Avenue at N. Domingo, sumandal siya sa balikat ko upang umidlip sandali. Ako naman ay tumawag sa bahay upang ipaalam na magpapa-umaga ako sa bahay nila Mami Athena. Ang dahilan ko ay upang higit na maka-bond ang mga katrabaho ko.

Hindi nila alam na isang tao lang ang gusto kong maka-bond noong gabing iyon.

Patuloy ang takbo ng taxi. Sa wakas ay natawid na namin ang V. Mapa at nasa lugar na kami kung saan naroon ang mga motel. Balak ko sana na sa isang motel malapit sa Crossing ko siya dadalhin. Ngunit, habang pakanan kami patungong Shaw, namataan ko sa aking kanan ang Anito. Marahil na rin sa thrill at excitement na makaniig ko ang tinuturing kong best-bud sa trabaho, bigla kong inutos sa taxi driver na lumiko kami sa makipot na daanan papasok sa loob ng motel.

The rest is history.

Ngunit,

Habang binabagtas kong muli ang rutang iyon patungo sa bahay ngayong gabi, ang ala-ala ng gabing iyon - anim na buwan na ang nakalipas ay tila isang buhos ng malakas na ulan na nag-iwan sa akin ng matinding pagkalungkot at pangungulila.

Ewan ko ba. Tama siguro si Mami Athena. Naka-move on na ako sa aming mga pinagdaanan ni P-Man, ngunit hindi ko makakaila na attached pa rin ako sa aming naging simula.

Breather Three

Staring at the computer screen,
thinking of how to express the
troubles that left me moody and
weary this morning; I just realized
that I have too many critical issues
lately that it's better to keep a mum
about it rather than let others discover
where my vulnerable spots are.

There are so many things clouding my
mind right now...

di bale, magpapakalasing na lang siguro
ako mamaya para lang makalimot kahit
sandali.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Credit Card

Nung una akong nakakita ng Credit Card, nasa wallet ito ng aking dad. Naalala ko pa nga siya eh, may nakalagay na salitang "executive" at ito ay kulay ginto. Noong mga panahong iyon, mayaman pa si dad. May estado siya sa buhay at kahit anong gustuhin niyang bagay, madali niya itong nabibili. Sa akin naman, wala akong pakielam sa mga cards noon - kahit sabihin mang ito'y status symbol ng isang gumagamit. Basta ang sa akin, may ATM Card ako't nakukuhaan ko ito ng pera sa oras na kinailangan ko, masaya na ako.

Dumating ang panahon na naghirap kami. Namatay ang dad ko, twenty thousand lang ang pera ko sa bangko. Ni pamburol o pampalibing ay wala kaming maibayad. Kung ako nga ang nasunod noon, tiyak, babagsak ang dad ko sa isang public cemetery - isang unfitting reminder kung gaano bumagsak ang estado niya sa buhay.

Nakatawid lamang kami noon sa tulong na rin ng mga naawang kaibigan na naging mataas ang pagtingin sa dad ko.

Simula noon, naging pangarap na lang ang Credit Card para sa akin. Sa tingin ko noong una, isa lamang itong paraan para mapagastos ako't mabaon sa utang. Marami-rami rin ang nag-discourage sa aking kumuha dahil na rin sa experience nila sa pagkakaroon nito. Ang sa akin naman, walang masama ng may extra kang mapapagkuhaan ng pera - in case of emergency. Kung marunong ka bang mag-manage ng gastos, hindi problema sa iyo ang paghahawak ng isang card.

Hindi nagtagal, pinadalhan ako ng Metrobank ng kanilang Credit Card. Ito daw ay reward sa pagiging masinop kong mag-tago ng pera sa kanilang bangko.

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Mabilis ang mga naging pagbabago simula ng ako'y nagkaroon ng Credit Card. Una sa lahat, nagkaroon ako ng kaunting prestige at self-delusions na may kaya ako sa buhay kahit sa totoo'y naghihikahos kami. Hindi man ako gumastos ng malaki, sineseryoso pa rin ako ng mga sales attendants sa tuwing nababanggit kong "Can I pay it on credit?" Kahit mukhang gusgusin akong pumapasok sa boutique ng Adidas o kaya naman People Are People.

Natatandaan ko pa ang unang nabili kong bagay gamit ang Credit Card. Ito ay isang Phillips DVD player na trip ko lang ibigay sa aking nanay noong minsang makita ko siyang depressed. Tutal, staggered naman ang bayad kaya hindi ito masakit sa bulsa. Isa pa, naiisip ko noong time na yun na panahon na upang i-spoil ko naman ang aking ermats. Siya na nga lang ang natitira sa amin (bukod sa aking kapatid) at deserve naman niyang makaranas ng kaunting kaginhawaan sa buhay na matagal niyang dineprive dahil sa amin.

Lumipas pa ang mga panahon at ang nag-iisa kong Credit Card ay nanganak ng dalawa. Ito ring mga Credit Card na ito ang lagi kong ginamit sa tuwing tinatamad akong maglabas ng pera kapag namimili. Dahil sa mga cards na ito, nakabili ako ng mp3 player para sa akin at sa utol ko, microwave oven para sa nanay ko, isang orig na Clinique Happy para kay Phanks (noong pasko), at katakot takot na groceries, dinner dates sa isang mamahaling restaurant (para sa aking nanay) at kung ano ano pa.

Hindi ko namamalayan, dalawang taon na pala ang lumipas simula noong nag issue sa akin ng card ang Metrobank. Noong isang linggo, may dumating na naman na bagong card mula sa kanila at iyon ay aking dinedma lang noong una. Akala ko kasi, bagong Credit Card na naman ito at sa dami ng binabalanse kong bayarin, tingin ko ay hindi ko na kaya sumalo pa ng isa.

Magastos rin kasi ang magkaroon ng Credit Card.

Kaya't tumawag ako kaninang tanghali sa kanilang call center upang ipa-deactivate ang card na ito. Mabuti na lamang at habang binabasa ko ang numero sa aking kausap, narealize ko na ito rin ang numero na nakasulat sa aking lumang Credit Card. Nang pinagkumpara ko silang dalawa, saka ko nalaman na mag-eexpire na pala ang aking luma sa susunod na buwan. Ito ang Credit Card na kapalit ng unang na-issue sa akin ng aking bangko.

Sa madaling salita, pina-activate ko ang bago at pina-deactivate ko na ang luma. Mahigpit na ipinagbilin sa akin na kailangan kong gupitin ang luma upang huwag na itong magamit ng iba.

Ngunit, iba ang nasa isip ko matapos kong ibaba ang telepono.

Habang pinagmamasdan ang lumang credit card sa harap ng salamin, muling sumagi sa aking ala-ala ang naging paglalakbay ko upang makamit ang pangarap kong magkaroon ng ganito. Naalala ko rin ang lahat ng mga nabili ko, ang mga panahong ginamit ko ito bilang status symbol, at higit sa lahat, naalala ko na may isang panahon sa buhay ko na

ang magkaroon ng ganito ay isang malayong pangarap lamang.

Kaya't labag man sa paalala ng call center agent, mukhang papairalin ko ang aking pagiging sentimental at sa halip na gupitin ito ay itatago ko ang lumang card sa aking baul ng mga ala-ala.

Para kahit anuman ang mangyari, lagi kong matatandaan na minsan, ang Credit Card ay naging isang hangarin natupad ko.


Hindi ko man alam ang magiging takbo ng aking buhay sa hinaharap, ngunit, masaya na ako na kahit paano, naranasan ko at least mamutawi sa aking bibig ang mga katagang ito:

"Can I use my card for that?"

Sapat na sigurong material achievement iyon sa buhay ninuman.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Mga Aral Ng Pag-Ibig

Para sa isang matalik na kaibigan:

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Sa isang relasyon normal lamang ang magkatampuhan dahil sa:

Hindi pag-tetext back ng buddy kapag nagtext ang jowa; hindi pagkakaintindihan sa gustong gawin sa date; sa pagiging late sa pagkikita; sa pagkakaroon ng textmate na pagkarami-rami; sa pagiging busy sa trabaho, school o pamilya; sa pag-atras sa isang pinagplanuhang lakad; sa hindi pagkakaintindihan sa konsepto ng buhay, politika, prinsipyo, relihiyon; sa mga isyu na pangsarili na pati ang buddy ay dinadamay; sa hindi pagyakap/paghalik sa kapartner; sa pagseselos sa isang close na kaibigan; sa hindi pagbibigay halaga sa pangangailangang emosyonal, sex o pinansyal; pagsasabi ng mga salita/bagay sa maling bagsak at tono.

Sa panahon ngayon, hindi na rin kakaiba sa isang relasyon ang:

Pagkakaroon ng third party; pagkakaroon ng mga side trip; pagkakaroon ng kabit, flirtmate, o kaya fling; pagpasok sa relasyon na may girlfriend ang jowa, o kung minsan ay boyfriend naman; sa pagpasok sa isang relasyon na maraming karibal; sa pagpasok sa relasyon na opposite ang inyong upbringing at pinanggalingan, o kaya opposite sa estadong pinansyal, o kaya opposite sa konsepto ng pagiging PLU.

At higit sa lahat, normal ang matakot sa pagpasok sa isang relasyon, kung ito'y susuungin natin sa unang pagkakataon pa lamang.

Galing din ako sa ganun. At marami rin akong pinagdaanan sa simula.

Basta, lagi kong isinasaisip na walang ideal na relasyon. Lahat ng bagay ay nakukuha sa adjustment at kompromiso. Ang relasyon ay matamis sa simula, ngunit habang ito ay tumatagal, dumarami ang maaring maging ikasira nito. Ang relasyon, gaano man katamis at kasarap ay kinakailangan ng sakripisyo at pagpapaubaya. Tayo ang humuhubog nito. Ang relasyon ay nag-eexist hindi lamang dahil sa pag-ibig, ngunit dahil ito ay may matinding pangangailangan. Mahal natin ang isang tao, hindi lang dahil sa pakiramdam natin sa ating buddy, ngunit dahil sa malalim nating pinagsamahan sa taong mahal natin.

Ang intimacy ay isang napakahalagang component ng isang relasyon, aminin man natin ito o hindi.

Sakali man na dumadaan sa isang lubak ang ating relasyon, ito'y normal lamang. Sapagkat ito rin ang nagpapatibay ng pinagsamahan ng dalawang tao. Marami ang sumusuko at nabibigo, dahil sa tingin nila, ang relasyon ay isang convenience lamang; sapagkat mayroong isang dapat makinabang at dapat laging may nagbibigay, ito man ay walang kapalit. Marami ang nagbrebreak-up sapagkat walang contentment sa dalawang magkarelasyon at higit sa lahat, dahil sa nawawala ang motibo ng bawat isa upang ipagpatuloy ang relasyon, maging tingin man nati'y, wala itong patutunguhan.

Ang totoo, ang relasyon ay ang pagsasama ng dalawang tao upang maging isa. Ito ay ongoing sharing of experiences sa pagitan ng magsing-irog. Hangga't kaya, ito ay dapat huwag isuko. Hangga't may naniniwalang isa, ang relasyon ay dapat pa rin ipaglaban.

Nasabi ko na rin sa iyo ang mga bagay na maaring magpakumplikado ng isang relasyon. Dalawa ang naging saksi at dalawa ang sumang-ayon sa akin.

Tandaan mo kaibigan, to love is to get hurt. Hindi maaring magkahiwalay ang dalawa sapagkat ang relasyon, ay laging Yin-Yang. Mawala ang isa, tiyak na ito'y magiging sanhi sa pagtabang ng relasyon niyong dalawa.

Hindi ko man siya gaanong kilala, ngunit ang pakikisama na inilaan niya sayo ay sapat na upang ako ay magtiwala sa kanyang totoong hangarin. Saksi ako doon at ito ay lubusan kong hinahangaan. Hindi man ideyal ang sa akin, ngunit sapat na ang nakita kong devotion niya sayo upang siya ay pagkatiwalaan,

Ng buo at walang pagdududa.

Naniniwala ako na ito'y mag-wowork-out, at nakikita ko rin ang puso mo sa kanya.

Goodluck parekoy.

Narito lang ako sa tuwing magkakaroon ka pa ng katanungan sa iyong papasuking buhay.

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There is a paradise that can be found
A better life to bring us round
And all we really need to do
Is see the world like lovers do

I want to take it easy, take it slow
To catch a fire and let it go
I wanna give myself to you
So we can live like lovers do

- Heather Nova, Like Lovers Do

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Bronxdude

This forwarded text message really propped up my morning.

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Being TOP is cool, it makes u
feel powerful coz ur always
in control..


But..


Bein BOTTOM says a lot
more coz u usualy handle
the relationship & do all the
adjustments but sometimes
unappreciated. Submissive,
coz the ego u protect was just
fucked by ur partner.


- & we so dont know where we
stand.

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Mabuhay ang mga Bots!

Friday, July 20, 2007

Letting Darkstar Sleep (Again)

"Sa panaginip ko, may dalawa daw na lalaki na lumalapit sa akin. Pero yung dalawang yun eh ikaw din, tapos nag-set akong makipagmeet dun sa isa. Sadya namang nagpakita yung isa pa kasabay nung ka-meet ko. Tuloy hindi ko alam kung sino pipiliin sa dalawa, natakot ako."

- Phanks

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Jokingly I told him, "ayaw mo nun, dalawa silang ako sa buhay mo?" He said he doesn't want anyone else but the one me. Beneath our light phone conversation this afternoon, I was astounded to learn that somehow, his subconsciousness is beginning to find out the two sides of me - the wild and untamed Darkstar, and the self-controlling and nurturing Pulsar.

Truth is, I am not an ideal buddy. The blog has been witness to all the crimes I have committed against him. Nevertheless, I try to keep whatever shortcomings he committed against me so as not to aggravate the situation. I have ignored all those taken-for-granted moments, the frustration moments, the feeling of being used moments - all of them so that I would not be constantly reminded of why I love to rebel most of the time.

But in this case when the invisible connection that links us together has make itself appear again - this time in his dream, I begin to wonder whether I should take it as a sign that "I should make an effort to reconcile the two sides of me."

Before I started writing this entry, I tried to reflect whether is it still possible to shut Darkstar - after all the freedom and liberty he had tasted before. I think it is not possible - unless probably, Phanks decides to live with me. The Pandora's Box has long been opened and sadly, there is no way to close it again.

Yet, to ignore his dream; to not take seriously his text message that woke me up at 4 am in the morning just to tell me that he had a very bad dream, would be a slap to the unexplainable bond that still holds us together. I know it is there and my subconsciousness is aware of its existence. There were many times it forewarned me of troubles my significant other is facing at a certain moment.

So far, even if my fidelity has now become increasingly questionable, I try my best to live up to the other things he can still expect from me - particularly in areas of personal growth and emotional security. Even if such focus on these needs of him meant a huge sacrifice on my part, so long as we are both moving upward, then I guess the relationship still works.

But you know, it's hard to keep two opposite faces, knowing that you are only one person.

Darkstar will have to sleep for now, while Pulsar takes his place as my dominant once again. The parties - particularly the night-outs will be limited to friendly affairs only. The CB exploration, which I started last month will have to be mothballed - for as long as I could do so. And the meet-ups, which has become increasingly frequent lately, will be sorely for my groups' benefit only.

Lately, I see a lot of gay men in G4M desperately looking for boyfriends and lovers. Some are even stupid enough to put strings to their so-called relationships such as "mag boyfriend lang tayo tuwing mondays and wednesdays" sort of like that. Others would claim to have a girlfriend only to enter into a homo-relationship out of being infatuated with someone they just recently met.

If only they would get to realize the real scope and responsibility of having a life-partner.

It's not easy you know. Just look at me and you know how insanely it is to have one.

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...Natakot ako. Pagkagising ko ikaw kaagad ang una kong hinanap.

Nandun naman ako diba? Tinawagan pa nga kita para i-check kung ok ka lang ba.

In all the years we have been together, I have always been your last line of defense. No one can ever change that, no matter what.


For Your Perusal Only

Comrade Greif-Falke:

From our last conversation at Starbucks, we compared notes about our experiences at the "zone," which, as you proudly said, "your occupied territory." I dispatched an informant last night to verify the facts you have told me. When he returned this morning , not only did he validate your data, but for your enjoyment, he supplied additional substantive information that you can use, if and ever you return to your base sometime next month.

Here are the things that he discovered.

  • According to my informant, talking to the manager first really helps. Unbeknownst to the customer, the manager acts as an intermediary between the "client" and the "provider". This side-track transaction would greatly help particularly in arranging business which involve "extra services" on the part of the provider.
  • Like what you have said, a customer can pay less but get more. Of course, talking to the manager would help clarify things left unsaid during the "actual conduct of business."
  • There's nothing to be ashamed of asking the manager "who is the best among the rest." In fact my informant said that the manager recommended to him the "shining one," the provider you have mentioned during our last meeting.
  • They have a sister branch somewhere along J.Ruiz Station.
  • They do subject themselves to "experimentation" every month. They do have a sort of license too, according to the provider tapped by my informer. It seems like "protection" is their utmost concern.
  • It is possible to take double.
  • Finally, my informant claims satisfaction with a "provider" who's code-name is synonymous with the word "radio." I do suggest however to pick someone else since my informer doesn't share his "booty" with others - not even to me.
There are many other details which I would like to discuss to you in private. I do hope that this "exchange of knowledge" would usher better relations between our two nations.

Until then my friend.

Yours in arms,

Comrade Темная Звезда

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Business is business.
When it ends, it ends.

The cycle begins anew.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Grade 4

Tsk tsk.. parang kailan lang ang sweet sweet niyong dalawa.

Ganun talaga, Ang relasyong nagsimula sa mabilisan, kung hindi mo mature hahawakan, madali rin kakalas sa iyo. Sayang nga lang, hindi ko man lang siya nakita; Hindi ko man lang kayo nakitang dalawa.

Should I be happy or sad for your freedom?

Pero alam mo, it only proves one thing par, sa ganitong buhay natin, mas matagal ang shelf life ng isang kaibigan

Kesa sa isang shota.

Ngayon, hindi na ako nagtataka kung bakit naaliw lang ako sa mga sabihan niyo ng I love you. Parang you are meant for each other na talaga, samantalang ngayon, wala pang isang buwan, break na kayong dalawa.

Joms, the Nurturer


Summary of Nurturers

* Care for the important people in their lives
* Strive for harmony and avoid confrontation
* Think of themselves as gentle, conscientious, and mature
* May have trouble making decisions that could hurt others

More about Nurturers

Nurturers are quiet people who believe in order and diligently look after the people they care about. They focus on the needs of others and establish routines to help them meet their commitments.

Nurturers remember details that are important to them, such as their friends' birthdays and anniversaries. People with this personality type value others' feelings and may challenge behavior they think is insensitive.

In situations where they can't use their talents or are unappreciated, Nurturers may feel bitter and seek support by complaining to their colleagues. Under extreme stress, Nurturers may become preoccupied with the worst possible outcome and believe that they are heading for disaster.

Because they are so caring and loyal, Nurturers run the risk of being taken advantage of.
Nurturer Careers

Nurturers are often drawn to jobs that allow them to help others.

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This is exactly me.

From the way I run my affairs at home; to looking after the welfare of my mom, my sister and my buddy; and to my association with the people around me, I am, validated by a study conducted by BBC, to be a nurturer.

At work, I belong to a team who gives "psychic reading" to users. But lately, I am beginning to ignore the "psychic" part and focus more on giving a sound advice about love and relationship problems we do usually encounter from the people who text us. As far as I know, my role is to give assurance and comfort, and even hope... no matter how twisted my suggestions are sometimes.

Now that I am able to reinforce my initial thoughts about my personality, maybe I should keep this in mind so that I may be able to develop this trait to further my goals. Who knows how far I would get, being a nurturer by nature.

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Special thanks to Myk for leading me to this BBC test.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Tantric Cycle

Naalala ko noong nag-out of town ako sa Kim-Siong last month, naikwento ko kay Larry Perez (PExer) na ang kalibugan ay may cycle na sinusunod. Minsan sa sobrang kati mo, makakita ka lang ng internet cafe, #salsalan kaagad ang pupuntiryahin mo. Kapag nagkataon naman na wala ka sa mood at tila lahat ng libog ay nag walk-out sa katawan mo, kaunting pahaging lang sayo'y dinededma mo na ang pasaway na kausap mo.

Sa sitwasyon ko ngayon, tila nawala yata bigla ang kati sa katawan ko. Yeah right, as in nawala talaga! In fact, kahit labing-dalawang oras akong bumabad sa G4M ngayon, ni hindi man lang pumasok sa isip ko ang humanap ng booking at kumarir kung saan. Ewan ko ba, hindi naman ako bait-baitan. Wala naman sa plano ko ang isuko muli si Darkstar at ipalit sa kanya si Pulsar. Pero ganun talaga eh. Marahil, natapos na ang season kung saan tawag ng laman ang unang sumasagi sa isip ko.

Bakit nga ba?

Ako rin, walang kasiguraduhang sagot sa aking tanong. Ngunit, meron akong ilang suspetsa kung bakit himalang nakakaraos ako nitong mga nakaraang araw gamit lang si Kelly Kamay sa aking pleasure needs. Imagine, ganun kababaw, nasosolb na ako.

Ngunit gaya ng sabi ko, may ilang posibilidad kung bakit good boy ako nitong mga nakaraang linggo:

1. Nakakapagod ang work-out. Heto yung tipong pagkatapos ng gym eh tulog na lang ang iisipin ko pag-uwi ng bahay.

2. May trauma pa rin ako noong nangyari ang "Fallen From Grace" incident last month.

3. Solb na ako sa mga perverse na kuwento ni pareng Bucky sa tuwing magkausap kami sa YM araw-araw. (Pramis, kinakati akong gawan ng blog entry itong mokong na ito.)

4. Sobrang na satisfy ako sa mga nangyari noong Midnight Run.

5. Ikinalungkot ko ang pagkatali ni Grade.

6. Busy sa school. Maraming requirements na kailangan problemahin.

7. Positive influence ang dala sa akin ng pagsali ko sa samahan ng mga discreet na walang face-pic sa G4M. (Salamat kay Caretaker)

Anuman ang totoong dahilan ng aking biglaang pagtino, ito ay personal na kinalulugod ko. Mukha yatang mali ang assumptions ko noong mga unang araw na ang buwan ng Hulyo ang magiging "pinaka-wettest" ko ngayong taon.

Kung patuloy ang magiging trend, papasok ang Agosto na hindi man lang ako nag-iisip maka-iskor, kahit insignificant ang sexlife ko maging sa home front*.






PS: Isa rin palang dahilan ang pagiging "relatively active" ng buhay ko pagdating sa home front.





*home front - buhay may-jowa.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Looking Back: The Three Long Years In Blogosphere (Slow Days Remix II)

Why do I blog?

I honestly don't know, even if I've been blogging for more than three years. I could blame my penchant in history for this habit, but there are no substantial evidence to support such claims. Let's say that I blog about the turning points and memorable events of my life. However, there are still filler entries between story arcs that somehow doesn't make sense when you look at it at a bigger perspective. I admit that blogging simply is my way to pass time; it is my way to make kwento to anyone who likes to read and listen because I don't usually tell stories personally; I prefer to listen to others tell their stories and learn from them instead.

Perhaps, subconsciously, I blog because I want to write my own history - even if it doesn't serve any universal purpose. I don't see myself becoming a significant or important person someday so maybe, I'm just writing for my own pleasure. I don't even directly promote my blog to avoid getting too much attention. All I know is that I just love expressing my thoughts through writing and since the most profound things to write about deals with someone's personal and intimate experiences and struggles, I write mine.

This entry is the continuation of my attempt to look back and summarize the events that shaped my life two years ago. I have to admit that 2005 has been one of the most difficult years and you will find the reasons why. It was the year I had to face pain and defeat squarely and embrace some difficult things as they were. Nevertheless, without the trials and tribulations that came that year, I will not be as strong and resilient as I am today.

But enough of the introduction and let's get down to the history. These are the entries that I consider the turning points of my life in the year of our lord, 2005.

First Quarter: Into The Real Sad World (January - February)

Barbecue Stick - An Odder friend reveals that ex-buddy has been flirting and courting Mugen's tropa behind his back. What started as the first conflict of the year was a secret discovered between the ex and one of Mugen's closest Odder brother.

Dream On Bebeh - If elected to become the President of the Republic, this will be Mugen's platform of governance; An insight into Joms' political and social views.

Port Of Call - Mugen's thoughts of resigning from his internet research job; a quiet afternoon daydreaming of working in the financial hub of Makati.

Father and Son - An entry about Mugen's cold and bitter meeting with his father... alive.

Dear Combatron - Combatron is a cultural icon that still attracts considerable attention with Mugen's generation. This tribute to the cyborg robot tells of how such comic strip shaped Joms' pre-adolescent and adolescent years.

Traditions - Mugen attends a birthday celebration of a very close tropa in Pampanga. The event is one of the time-honored traditions of his barkada that they celebrate up to the present.

In Silence - "It was noon when we received the call," Mugen begins. This entry ushers an age which will change Joms' view of life and its meaning forever.

Premonitions and Hauntings; Saan Tayo Magsisimula - An entry about some missed hints that gave a forewarning of an impending passing; a recount of the weeks after the death of Mugen's father.

From Ground Zero - Mugen spends an entire night to think and decide the fate of his father's assets; he ends the entry assuming full responsibility and control over his dad's unfinished businesses.

The Long Goodbye - After staying for six months in the Internet Research company, Mugen was forced to resign in order to assume leadership of his worst nightmare.

Second Quarter: The Last Struggle At El Toro (March - June)

Dead Star's Light - Mugen begins his job as the boss of his dad's Publishing Company. What was left of it completely disheartened him.

Another Shot of Dreaming... I Was Straight - Attending the baptism of Ice Rose's son somehow made Mugen realize that he is not completely gay after all.

The Real Masters - A tribute to the employees who continues to report to the Publishing House despite the financial troubles it was facing. Mugen was humbled by the sacrifices made by the workers in order for the business to operate despite the odds against them.

Friendly Skies; Long Dry Spell; Take A Final Bow - Anecdotes on how to run a bankrupt company; the swirling financial troubles that continue to threaten the company's daily operation; and the big slump that lead to the Publishing House's final descent towards closing shop.

Ang Convergys, Bow; Simula At Huli - Tales of Mugen's affair with Convergys. It began with a recount of a failed interview the previous year, which Mugen successfully passed a year later. The story arc ends with his enrollment in an English Refresher Course sponsored by the call center.

Grieve I, 2 and 3 - Financial troubles in the publishing company seriously rocked Mugen's bank deposits. These three short entries reveal his frustration with the ongoing financial struggles of the company and his desire to become free from the chains of running a publishing house in tatters.

Twilight Of The Emerald Sun - Close to the brink of bankrupcy, an old friend of Mugen's father comes to the rescue, taking advantage of the financially dead Publishing Company.

Kwentong Malars - After one entire summer dodging bullets, machetes and every pointed objects hurled at Mugen in his management job, he returns to Malate to seek refuge.

Pains Of Adaption 2; The Day I Spoke American; - Mugen begins his English Refresher Course sponsored by Convergys. In a time of great uncertainty, it was, the closest thing he achieved to having a so-called life. At the same time, this was his closest proximity to reaching his dream of working in a prestigious call center company.

Line That Separates The Shadows From The Light - The last day of training is just around the corner. Finally, after exerting so much effort to learn the "American" way of speaking the language, Mugen finally sees his future career at Convergys.

The Return Of The "Live Show" - Meanwhile, the Publishing Company resumes operation with a new leader at the helm; Mugen turns his back to the very same company which compelled him to take up Journalism as a major back in college.

Lovingly Yours; Confessions Of The Real Model; Office Chorvanelles - While waiting for Convergys' final confirmation of Mugen's employment, a start-up company offered him a job as a professional internet chatter. In an act deemed of desperation, he accepted the position the day it was offered to him. Years later, he would look back at these beginnings and remember that this company was responsible for giving his life back.

Dry Run - Major rift begins to appear between Mugen and his significant other. Darkstar emerges from the repressed and frustrated subconsciousness of Joms.

Third Quarter: The Fab and Flirty Reign Of Darkstar (July - September)

The Night I Stood Up To Be Counted - Mugen's dad supported Fernando Poe Jr. during the last presidential elections. When his widow, Susan Roces started speaking against GMA, Joms immediately threw his support behind this fierce and sharp-tongued lady.

BED Full Of Surprises - A narrative entry about Mugen's clubbing experience in BED; meeting different people who somehow, was part of his PLU life and their revelation of their experiences at BED.

Porn Story - Mugen has been a notorious porn collector since college. This entry serves as a backgrounder on how Mugen accidentally discovered the proliferating Porn CD trade in the bosom of Manila.

Ang Lalaki At Ang Ulan - A good and very detailed account of how Mugen met Phanks and how a mere one-night stand caused by a pesky rain lead to their relationship.

The Pink Coalition I, II, III, Last - The first grand eye-ball of PLU bloggers in Malate; Mugen meets the great Badinggerzie for the first time.

Sebo - A story of a PExer who falls in love with a underage callboy related by Mugen in this entry.

Black Friday - A prelude to Darkstar's imminent arrival; Mugen starts flirting with boys again in the dance floor.

Welcum Darkstar - It was imminent from the very start, Darkstar, Joms' alter-ego makes a debut in his blog.

Nang Dahil Sa YM/Si Boy Astig; End Of Fairytale - With Darkstar on the loose, his first target was an old friend who sent an IM message to Joms' Yahoo Messenger out of the blue. What started as a mere harmless flirting lead to a meet up between the two. Boy Astig's presence was meant to be a distraction to Joms' troubled relationship with Phanks. Unfortunately, anticipation breeds expectations and the very high expectations on Joms' part killed the excitement of their first meet up.

Waps - Meng-meng held the Outsiders together when he was still in Manila. He was the center of the group for he was able to connect with everyone, no matter their personality or attitude is. This intimate entry serves as an account of how Omeng was able to touch Mugen's life.

Legend Of Stormeekid - During Mugen's first eye-ball explorations, he met a guy in MIRc, which he toured around Malate and Libis. His chat handle then was Stormeekid and true to his namesake, their meet up was drenched in freezing rain.

Gerumatori I and II - Gerumatori was a prominent figure in Pinoy Exchange. He was popular not only because of his young age, but also because of his maturity and open mindedness when sharing his views about gay-oriented topics. For his eighteenth birthday, Mugen decides to treat him out and tour him around Malate. Gerumatori is one of the youngest PLU guys he met so far.

Seventeen Again - Each and everyone of us had our turbulent periods during our teenage angst-ridden years. Fortunately for Mugen, he was able to write his thoughts and feelings during one of his most serious panic attacks. In this entry, Mugen replies to his younger self. After all, the contains of the letter written by Joms when he was seventeen years old was meant for an older him, whom he hoped had successfully endured that phase in his life.

Dreams Of Being A Gym Bunny (Again) - Why is the gym bunny so elusive to Joms? In this entry, Mugen attempts to achieve his objective of becoming fit again by working out in a gym across the University of the East. Unfortunately, he quitted a month later after he felt some misleading improvements in his body.

Nang Si Darkstar Ay Biglang Libugin - A quick good look at Joms' perversity in the office.

Prelude To Emancipation - A very personal afterthought of Mugen's growing frustration with his buddy.

Emancipation Act - Frustration, hopelessness and lack of appreciation breeds hatred and rebellion. For the first time in many years, the self-control of Joms has been broken. He unleashes the full might of Darkstar in one evening.

Drawing The Final Line; Phankspace Realignment - The first rebellion begins. With Joms tired of his relationship, he decides to call it quits with his buddy. However, after some considerations, he realizes that he is not yet ready for independence. A brief 30 minutes of break off ensued, after which he decided to call a truce with his boyfriend.

Chronicles Of A Madre De Familia I and II - A pleasant two-part entry revealing Joms' domesticated and home-oriented side.

Just Like You Fuck Back (Getting Back At Someone Who Ditched You Before) - During his first call center job-hunting stint, Mugen applied at West Contact with high hopes that he would be hired after being referred to the final interview. However, his interviewers flunked him during that final interview. To get back at West, he applied again for another position many years later. Armed with confidence and knowledge of the subject this time, he was offered the job immediately. Rather than accept it, he refused the offer as a payback to the rejection he received from those who interviewed him during his previous application.

The Memory Of Trees - Considered to be the defining point in Joms' association with Ice Rose after college, their late-afternoon hang-out at Baywalk cemented their friendship even deeper.

Moksha - Gerumatori claims that this entry was disturbing. Nevertheless, Mugen reveals his philosophical views about life after death and his firm belief in reincarnation.

Once Upon A Time, There Was A Tomorrow Parts I, II III, IV V - Once upon a time, Joms was straight. He had a girlfriend, which unfortunately he didn't take seriously. After so many years of regret; of keeping all the words left unsaid, a single day activity between exes opened the prospects of talking about their failed relationship. This five-part entry became a testament that closure can be achieved among two former lovers.

Rica Paralejo - Before Mugen became a respected pioneer in his company, he received some nasty verbal abuses from his former supervisor. This angst-ridden entry epitomizes Joms' struggle to fit in to his company. It also reveals how his Mami Athena shielded him from further conflict with his power-tripping immediate officer.

Minsan May Isang Halamanan I and II - Joms once had a green thumb. He was an avid gardener in his last year of elementary. This post brings back an undeniable part of his childhood. The two-part entry reveals how his interest in gardening really kicked off.

Paps - Even the strongest and most stable of relationships has its weakness. A turbulent period in Papu's relationship prompted Mugen to organize an Odder-wide support to the person considered to be the father of the group.

Sophomore Dreams - A senti overnight with someone very close to him in a scenic overlooking cityscape of Manila was Mugen's fantasy when he was still in college. This entry reveals Joms' hidden attachment to his sophomore college bestfriend.

Countdown To Termination - Even from the beginning, Mugen has always been a delinquent employee. After failing to wake up one morning, his furious boss called him from the United States only to tell him that his days in the company were numbered. Failure to perform ones responsibilities has its consequences, this is one lesson Mugen learned from his very dangerous conflict with his boss.

Stand Alone Complex; Notes From The Grand Emissario - To make up from his shortcomings, Mugen launched a PR campaign to appease his angry boss. When this attempt failed, he launched a hastily organized job hunting expedition in order to prepare himself from a certain doom.

The War Ends - It must have been Mugen's fate to be spared from the wrath of his furious boss. After proving himself loyal to the company, and with his Mami Athena's prodding with the boss to reconsider Mugen's tenure, the boss, when he returned to the country eventually gave Joms a reprieve. This was the last time his certainty with the company was seriously threatened by his delinquency.

Cold Water - Phanks has his own dark side too. Unfortunately, he was careless enough to accidentally reveal his dark side to Joms. For once, Joms realizes the futility of their relationship. In just one night, he prepared himself for the inevitable - the break-up of their two-year old relationship.

Phankspace Realignment Pt. 2 - A very violent confrontation between Joms and Phanks would actually become the savior of their tattered relationship. Giving each other a second chance, this would be the last time their relationship would be gravely threatened by a serious conflict.

Fourth Quarter: Calmness Of A Stillwater (October - December)

Beacon Of The Outsiders - Mugen's first and longest group, the Outsiders was formed in Quatro Bar along Timog Avenue. It used to be their watering hole, but they later realized that they had outgrown the place after staying there for several years. This entry is dedicated to that bar, which was never visited again by the the Outsiders after this post was written.

Pallas - Every great friendship is tested by a conflict. Roy and Joms had a tampuhan long before they became bestfriends; Even Joms' solid alliance with Athena was once challenged by a certain misunderstanding he was responsible for escalating in the first place. However, with Joms' humility and total sincerity to his Mami Athena, the conflict was abated less than a day after it erupted.

The Great Saturday Dating Story - Three guys, three dating stories, one Saturday evening. This entry gives a picture of how PLUs do dating, and how similar their dating habits are with the straight couples.

Freaaky - Mugen continues his job-hunting expedition. This time, he stumbles upon a company in Makati that provides content material for a website that promotes hardcore pornography. If hired by that company, his job is to write reviews about the hottest and most popular porn dvds and websites available in the market. Imagine him watching porn movies eight hours every day.

No Ordinary Morning - Mugen's company begins expanding; His big boss requested him to do double-shifts to compensate with the increasing workload; Mugen follows and did what the boss asked him. With his objective complete, not only did he get closer with the boss, he also earned his trust and confidence that became the basis for Mugen's stay in the company for the years got come.

Paradigm Shift - A siblings freedom means Mugens complete and utter domestication. An entry about his sister's association with the "tibaks" and Joms' realization that he could not sustain his night-out activities anymore.

Homage - Like Combatron, there is another superhero that heavily influenced Mugen's life and way of thinking during his pre-adolescent years. The name of the superhero, which was imported from Japan is Ultraman. During Mugen's tour of Quiapo one afternoon. He discovered a re-imagined Ultraman DVD. He then decided to write a tribute entry after watching the film, which left him completely nostalgic.

Darkstar Meets Creator - Two hours before Mugen tasted his first sexual experience with another guy, he met a chatter who claimed that after his first sex, he went on a rampage and made sure that his full week was booked with SEBs. This claims inspired Joms and by the time he had consumed his first kill, he tried to do the same feat only to fail completely. Two years after this meeting between the rookie and pro happened, fate let Mugen meet the old chatter again in MIrc. Armed with experience, he was able to acknowledge and somehow thank the guy who was responsible for molding his lusty side.

Evicted - Club BED had a major interior overhaul. However, instead of getting a favorable feedback from its most loyal customers, it became a source of anxiety and alienation particularly for those who have been there, when BED's customer base was just growing. Mugen didn't like the new idea. The overhaul convinced him to finally check out the other bar, which is now growing in popularity along Makati Avenue.

Cool - Inspired by his recent closure with his ex-girlfriend. Mugen reaches out to his ex-boyfriend to finally have a closure on whatever remnants of relationship they had before.

Summit - A straight colleague validates Mugen's claim of masculinity; A very personal entry revealing Joms' desire to maintain a straight image despite his homosexual affiliation.

Pilgrimage At Government I and II - Mugen finally visits Club Government for the very first time.

#41 - The last of Mugen's job hunting expeditions. After turning down the offer of this company, he finally realizes that in order to move up in the career ladder, one must put emphasis on the time and loyalty one has with the company he belongs to.

Queen For A Night I and II - BED finally completes its expansion. Since Mugen has ties with the owners and their associates, he was invited to the soft opening of the place he considers his home.

Si Psychotic Friend - His nickname Alpaca given by Mami Athena leaves an impression of his meekness and solitary nature. Like Joms' he is also one of the pioneers of the company. However, his isolation prevents anyone from getting close to him. But, when his father died and Joms attended the funeral alone, their one-on-one senti-talk opened the doors for Alpaca's revelation of his life story only him and Mami Athena knows in the company.

Opening Salvo - Inspired by Coffeebean's style of writing, Mugen recounts his day of Christmas Shopping in Divisoria.

Jagrata - State Of Waking Consciousness; Mugen summarizes the essence of being a homosexual in this simple yet very philosophical blog entry.

When Fate Decides To Play - Everything under the sun is based on luck, fortune and predestination. Fate plays a significant role as well in the lives of men. This entry reveals how Mugen's simple yet very vital business transaction in Makati depended on the metaphysical forces that challenged his faith that day.

Twelfth Hour - "Life is good and there is a reason to celebrate;" Joms looks back at all the events that happened to his life a year before.

The Outsiders’ Christmas Party: Afterglow, Euphoria, Infinity - Considered to be one of the biggest Christmas Party celebrations of the Outsiders, this entry shows how time and age bonds a group of men together. Despite the changing times and social connections, Joms still considers the remnants of this group as the core of his social circle.

Monday, July 16, 2007

Coping Mechanisms (Dramatix Remix One)

Kapag ikaw ay napag-iwanang
Nagyoyosi sa labas ng bahay
Isang madaling araw
Habang binubuyo at iniinternalize
Ang mga problemang pamilyang ni ikaw
Mismo ay walang solusyong maibibigay;

Kapag ikaw ay gabi-gabing
Kinukulit ng paalang ang oras ay
Hindi maaring mapasa-iyo at ang lahat
Ng bagay ay pahiram lamang;

Kay sarap tumingala sa madilim
At mapayapang langit, at sabay bulong sa sariling.

When I die a failure, let me live again…

…How I wish there is infinity among the stars.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Team Leader

If there is a certified bombshell in my shift, definitely she must be it.

Standing at around 5'6, she is one of the shortest among the ladies in the floor. She sports a long, soft black hair, chinky cat-like eyes and a very slim figure which every girl in the room has to die for. She is like a dew-drenched Sunflower facing the rising sun. There were many times her freshly appearance simply lifts up my sleep-deprived soul in the morning.

She is the pioneer among the pioneers of my batch. Being in the company longer than most of us have ever been, our team leader is a stark reminder of where we came from and how far we have gone. The last time I remember, she was this chubby princess, which one of our transvestite colleague fondly calls "Dabyana." She was this yahoo chat addict, which the boss once commented as "the culprit for her low output during the shift."

When the company was reorganized a year ago, she was immediately promoted as the assistant team leader of my shift. For a time, She and Deracinee (Mami) protected me from the wrath of Rica Paralejo, the closet fatso/former team leader who tormented me with his bullying and power-tripping everyday. She took great pains (and risks) to time-in my bundy card even if I wasn't at the office yet. Same thing is true with her, I timed-in her card at the bundy clock just to return the favor for watching over my back.

In time, the wretched Rica Paralejo had made too many enemies, his leadership was compromised until he was booted out in the end. Since then, the assistant leader was promoted to become the team leader, her assistant was another pioneer who we fondly called "Telang Bayawak" and Deracinee became the QA Manager - the babaylan who ensures the quality of the messages, we operators reply back to the service users.

After the grand scheme of things has been completed (being all of my friends promoted to key positions.) I stopped looking for careers elsewhere. Since then, my feet had become well-rooted on the ground where the company stands today.

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My relationship with the team leader wasn't as smooth as I have initially projected. We used to be uwian buddies since her place used to be several blocks away from my house. We shared a lot of stories during those rookie years and I have to admit, her assurances was a key factor for my integration to the company. When nobody's bringing her home after a heavy inuman session, I always volunteer to become her companion. Even if she's not our Dabyana princess anymore, I still feel responsible for her - securing the person, which I sometimes think of as our floor queen.

But like what I've said, ours was not as harmonious unlike with the other operators, which doesn't give her a headache at all. During her first few months as the new team leader, there were many times she got reprimanded by the boss for her failure to check if the ACs (aircon) in the other room were turned off. I could not help it. Being used to directly reporting to the boss before the hierarchy was established, I kept on bypassing her, which, in turn leads her to trouble.

I did apologize to her for my blunder after I realized my mistake. Eventually this lead to the normalcy of our TL - operator relationship two weeks later. For a time, things became quiet especially after she endured the adjustments of being a single lady once again.

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Lately, trouble brewed again between me and the team leader.

For some reasons, my tardiness became habitual once again. I've been warned so many times, but I kept on committing the same tardiness over and over again. Two weeks ago, she sternly warned me that another recurrence of late and I would receive a memo. A day later, I was late again which made her extremely furious with me.

I received a memo from the HR Department a day later. They said that I could not incur any tardiness anymore for at least three months lest they will impose stricter sanctions against me. The feat, which they demand me to achieve is quite impossible to do. A month will pass and I'd be late for at least four times. How can I avoid it for at least three months?

In fairness to my shortcomings, I never used any scapegoat for my tardiness. I told the team leader a hundred times that whatever my verdict is, I am responsible for it. I may have been a delinquent pioneer, but at least, I am honestly true about my mistakes. Besides, despite my tardiness, I still deliver the results the company is expecting from me. That at least could be my saving grace when the time finally comes.

But a habit is a habit... and a habit, which a person has been used to already, hardly dies.

Two days ago, I woke up at 6 am - the exact time we should be at our workstation doing our job. I could have used the emergency-absent card to save my ass from further humiliation. But I realized that I've been too delinquent and irresponsible enough to commit any more blunders. So despite the uncertainty, I still reported for work

Thirty minutes late.

Walking along the corridor towards the HR Room where the bundy clock is located, I was desperately seeking an excuse for my tardiness. This time, I have already run out of reasons and to hide from the team-leader while proceeding to my work station would be utterly impermissible. It would only show how pasaway I am in the company.

So I gathered all my guts and proceeded to the work station where she was seated. In all my humility, I told her that I am late and I am aware of the consequences of my tardiness.

Such act of honesty, did bear fruits that morning. I don't know if she was in a good mood that day, but instead of getting mad at me, I felt a slight tinge of sympathy from her. When I logged on to my computer, I immediately sent her an IM message to further apologize for my late. The apology lead to a heart to heart talk between us, which somehow enlightened me as to the situation she is facing while we, the operators commit the tardiness and the absences and the no-call-no-show violation all the time.

She gets into trouble with the boss every time such things happen.

As an act of benevolence, she did not mark me late that morning. The team leader told me that she would let me get away this time but the moment I incur another tardiness again, my head is off to the HR Department.

I would be on my own by then.

It's been another working day since she last gave me that heartwarming reprieve. Still, the old habits remain - such as sleeping late at night (which further aggravated by my fears of committing another tardiness the next day) and getting up slowly in the morning, blaming the chilly weather for the temptation to go back to bed.

But you know what, her forgiving words and my promises of not incurring any tardiness again somehow strikes me whenever I am in a state of lucidity. It reminds me of my extended life, now that my fate in the office somehow hangs on a balance.

Perhaps, when she gave me another chance, she was thinking of our pleasant past as equal colleagues who shared some great memories together. Maybe for this reasons, she treated my case very differently from others.

And it is this for same reasons why I am trying my best to uphold my promise and spare her of troubles, in which I am one of the great contributors.

We might not be as close as we were two years ago. Nevertheless, I think, the ties that hold us together remains in place, even if we're on the opposite side of the fence.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Griffinhawk

A footnote

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There will always be a certain and distinct
fondness at such unexpected meets like that.

Not like the recent ones I had,
ours will be the beginning of even more
pleasantries in the days, months and years to come.

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How do we remember the Gripen:

- Bollywood
- Fighter Jets
- Stock Market
- Extreme
- The Chinese Astrology Reading
- Wanda Ilusyonada
- The unexpected rush in the hospital, the password and the stories after.
- The crashing of the Cessna at Plaridel, the unexpected call in the gym.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

The Freudian Slip

Joms: To clarify sir, when you say unrequited love, diba yun yung you love HIM...

Professor: Uhrm...

Joms: silent...

Joms: silent...

Joms: Fine! Diba sir, unrequited love is when you love someone and HE doesn't love you back?

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And so, I had an embarrassing slip in front of the class.

It all started when our professor asked us to have a writing exercise. He mentioned some abstract ideas, which, we have to supply with a concrete and creative sentence.

For example, he said "what is the color of unrequited love?" Each and everyone of us had a different answer. Mine was "a green colored gunk from a mouth with halitosis." Since my professor found my sentence too gross, he asked me to explain what it meant. That's where the trouble began. I had mistakenly used the male pronoun in my explanation rather than the female one.

I could have gotten away by saying that it was just a mere lapse in grammar. However, it was the class of J. Neil Garcia, the authority in all things gay in the country. To deny my homosexuality, knowing that I outed myself in his class last semester, would be a great insult to him.

Therefore, even though I wasn't prepared to out myself in his class, I spilled the beans nonetheless, which obviously pleased him very well. Fortunately nobody made a comment about my outing - except Neil of course, who was glad that "I let my hair down finally."

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Actually, outing myself is not a big issue anymore. But to out myself with a straight guy around, which ironically I find quite challenging to get along with, is something I am not yet comfortable in doing. Besides, the class is still in the state where everyone is just getting to know one another. To have such a premature revelation like what I did tonight is somewhat anti-climactic. I should have done it through one of my essays.

After class, Neil was laughing at me. He complained that he was just about to out me, when here I am, stealing the opportunity from him.

"Don't tell me you will live in the closet this sem, you're in Creative Writing for Christ's sake," he said while we were walking at the lobby.

"Of course not. I just wanted to do it when I'm already comfortable with everyone."

"You mean you will pull a trick again like what you did last semester?" He asked.

"Sort of like that," I replied, while still blushing at the thought of having a slip of the tongue in his class that evening.

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To pull a trick like that, especially now that I tend to associate myself more with the masculine and paranoid non-straights in the community feels awkward, to be honest. Now that everyone in my league tends to disassociate themselves from the gay center, somehow it feels like I am left in the middle, alone and nowhere to go.

But to be acknowledged by an icon, even if you are not part of the mainstream is already an honor. To see him once a week and exchange ideas with him about your sexual orientation can already be considered a divine experience, if you think of it in an earthly perspective.

The cat is finally out of the bag, as the saying goes. But I have no regrets that I did stand for my Pride, knowing that a respected gay icon is watching, anticipating my next move.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Sublimity Of Happiness

To imagine Lostwansoul seated on one of the isolated benches at baywalk cheerfully anticipating the falling of the rain on a cloudy misty afternoon;

Or the proud but thinly-looking Sad and Blue slipping on a plastic water slide, thrilled at the prospects of having a good splash in the waiting pool below during the Kim-Siong Post Summer outing;

Or the quiet and solitary Jbinx, contently consuming a bottle of San Mig Light on a desolate beach with the sand, the sea and the stars as his trusted companions;

Or the compassionate and wise Dave, helping a lost stranger in some church while humming the song Counting Blue Cars at the back of his mind;

To picture them in these blissful moments remind me that there is more to browsing G4M profiles and exchanging flirty private messages with horny strangers, while dodging the thought of financial problems looming over the significant other's affairs, forcing me to get involved with his concerns.

There are so many issues to resolve and to juggle that sometimes, the only way to endure them is to pretend that they are not there; that they are manageable still when you dont think of them too much.

Sometimes, I really wonder whether my escapism is working for me or it's just pulling me closer towards oblivion.

Maybe my cynicism has already mislead me to finding my own happiness.

But in closing my eyes and thinking of my own bliss, all I could imagine is carrying someone else's son and pretending him to be my own.

Lately, I've been very warm and enthusiastic with little kids, effeminates gays, single parent gay fathers and very old ladies.

And I don't really know the reason why.

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pero simula nung moment na yon, tuwing sinusumpong ako ng mannerism kong makipag-quits na lang at break na, bumabalik ako dun sa umpisa. kung saan lahat nagsimula. hindi ako literal na umaakyat sa bagyo. kumbaga sa negosyete tsaka sineskwela, magbalik aral tayo ...

sa ka-eklatan. sa smiley. sa kauna-unahang lovapalooza. at sa malamig at mahamog na parking lot sa baguio.

kasi, at eto tandaan mo tuwing nalulubak yung relasyon mo, "nobody said this was easy ..."

pero yung sagot ko don, "no one ever said it would be this hard ... oh take me back to the start ..."

- Wanda Ilusyonada, Dennis Da Chenes Act 1


Sunday, July 8, 2007

The Westerly Winds Of Ice Rose

ninong joms, tumawag ka raw? thanks sa greeting ha, sensya na medyo busy ako ngayon... miss you. sana makapag-dinner uli tayo like last year. mwuaaah! may gusto ako itanong sayo kaya lang nahihiya akong itanong sayo...maybe when the right time comes...miss you...luv u :)

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Bakit...
pagkatapos ng napakahabang
panahong pananahimik nating dalawa,
ang iyong mensahe
ay biglang pumukaw
sa natutulog kong damdaming
matagal ko nang ibinaon
nang ang ating tandhana'y
sinadyang hindi
magkru-krus ng landas?

Bakit
nang nagreply ako
ng message sa iyo,
biglang naging
iba ang
tono ng pagsabi ko ng

I miss you too.

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For background story, refer to "Ice Rose" entry

Grade 3 (Tagay Mo Par Remix)

I realized that after downing four bottles of Red Horse Beer and three bottles of San Mig Light; and after having a lip and tongue-locking scandal at a billiard bar's public restroom, unmindful of the other guests who accidentally sees us, and after pressing his hand inside a jeepney on our way home,

I could actually sing the songs Wherever You Will Go, Crazy For You and I Miss You with so much enthusiasm, somebody might mistaken me for a performer. What's so funny about it is that I never do sing at all.

Such brief interlude rarely happens to me and I swear, I will save this moment for all eternity. Never did I feel so alive in the company of a certified horndog.

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If you are a poison aimed to consume me, then I will have to find an antidote immediately. You are so strong and powerful, the mere thought of you makes me weak, deep inside my very bones.

Friday, July 6, 2007

Midnight Run

Faint lights from the street lamps outside dimly illuminates his mid-sized room. A single-person bed sits in the middle, accompanied by an ornately carved wooden side table beside it. Behind the bed is a wall that also serves as the dresser. While across the bed and below the window that faces the main street is where the humming aircon blows a cold spell forcing us to huddle close to each other. A small door leads to a narrow bathroom on the left side of the bed. It is neat and there are only few toiletries he keeps with him. The things that only clutters his room are the hamper beside the side table, and a one-piece dumbbell hidden behind it. His world is spacious and last night he shared it with me.

If there is something worthy to remember about our encounter, it is the Zen-like vibe of his nook. I could have stayed longer just for the sake of enjoying a moment of calmness if I want to, but to be exposed into that dream-like existence for a long period spanning at least an hour may lead to some unexpected delusions.

And so I left, when I felt that my purpose is complete. Nevertheless, his world, and his longing is something worthy to remember for all eternity.

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And you
You knew you had to fight different
And you
Kept us away with wolf teeths
Sharing different heartbeats
In one night

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no

- Jos, Gonz, Lez, Heartbeats

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Bunny Interludes Twenty

Nagsimula ang lahat sa isang paghamon.

Isang dating kaibigan ang pumusta na anuman ang gawin ko, kahit kailan ay hindi na ako maaring pumayat muli. Kinagat ko ang hamon niya. Sabi ko, sa loob ng eight months, kaya kong baliktarin ang sinabi niya.

Doon nagsimula ang intensyon kong mag-work out ng puspusan.

Matapos ang walong buwan, napanindigan ko ang aking pinangako. Hindi man ako umabot sa aking target, ngunit kahit paano, napapayat ko ang aking pangangatawan sa paraang hindi sumagi sa aking mga pangarap. Nagbunga rin lahat ang sakripisyo ko lalo pa't hindi biro ang mag-elliptical trainer ng isang oras tatlong beses isang linggo.

Noong mga panahong iyon, intensyon ko lang ang mag-trim down at wala ng iba. Ni hindi sumagi sa isip ko ang mag body-building, sa takot na baka maging dahilan lamang ito ng paglobo ko sakaling tumigil ako ng pagwowork-out.

Tama nga ang hinala ko, hindi nga ako nag body-build ngunit nang tumigil ako sa pag-gygym, sa loob ng apat na buwan, halos bumalik sa dati ang pangangatawan ko.

Nawala ng parang bula ang lahat ng pinaghirapan ko.

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In less than three months after I started working out in Eclipse, the weight, which I painstakingly worked for 10 months was easily achieved through a combination of strength-training exercises which are not too straining, yet its dynamic and progressive nature heavily affected the improvement of my body.

Now I could proudly say that I have become stronger, buffer and leaner compared to the years when I was just happy being a couch boy, while dreaming of having a gym-toned frame others are dying for.

From 190 pounds when I started last April, I checked my weight this afternoon and it's already at 177. I asked the trainer how it is possible to have that drop, when in fact, my weight is still at 180 last Tuesday. He said that I might just be dehydrated. However, to actually see how I dropped weight in such a short time is indeed inspiring. If the trend continues unhampered, God willing, I would have achieved the target of 155 before October ends. That's how fast the progress is and despite the hefty membership fee I have to pay to maintain my fitness routine, I think their method is working. Never did I feel this fit and in-control of my body before - at a price quarter of what I paid in 10 months in my previous gym.

Though the work-out part constitutes much of my progress, I have to admit that a change in eating habits too did the trick. Now I fully understand what XP reminded me many months ago about abs being developed in the kitchen and not in the gym. For two months now, I have ceased eating fried rice and meat during breakfast. Instead, I settled on a half-order of gluten substitute dish at a vegetarian restaurant near our office. My lunch has always been oatmeal and carrots which my tongue has already adopted after I introduced it to my intestines last May. The only time I could eat a normal meal is during dinner - which I am planning to even cut down in the following weeks. For some reasons, the more I get results, the more I become obsessive with my fitness activity.

Others will say that I am depriving myself too much; that I have become too determined after I called the shots on vanity.

The truth is, I still wish that I could just turn my back on everything - when I used to ignore this kind of lifestyle. However, every time I would remember how I was rejected, ignored, and laughed upon because of my horrible weight before, the desire to prove them all wrong simply creeps from within me. It becomes a driving force to push myself to the limit and continue what I'm doing until they themselves would eat their words and regret what they said.

I understand that it is a negative drive that pushes me towards my direction.

And somehow, the negativity of the effort only tarnish whatever I wanted to achieve.

But what the heck, why should I think of all these things, now that I can already see what the end of the road finally looks like.

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Darkstar: Let's have a dare.

Joms: What is it?

Darkstar: Achieve 160 before October and I would let you do a ____________.

Joms: Talaga? Pramis yan ha.

Darkstar: Ako pa.

Joms: Sige dare!