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Sa buong buhay ko, bibihira kong sinasabing bakla ako.
I just didn´t feel the need. Hindi kailangang ipangalandakan. Tama na ang hype sa coming out. Wag lang mang-ookray ang mga kloseta sa mga openly crowned.
So, yun na nga. Sa buong delegasyong umabot ng isang libo (1,000 kabataan day!) sa pestival na ito, nagpista ang mga mata ko, kumiwal ang kung anuman sa aking wetpatuti at tuluyang tumulo ang laway sa dami ng mga manchu latino sa kalakhan ng Caracas. (pictures will be posted on Monday.)
Top of the line ang mga nagsisili sa init na mga Chileano, ang mga naghihitik sa laman na mga Argentiniano, ilang mga supersuccessful Frances at colme colyou Colombianos.
Mga mads, ang mga looks ng mga ito, flawless! Parang tuluyan mo talagang mamahalin. Kahit sa mga kanto ng Caracas, ang mga mahihirap mucho papito pa rin. Parang nagfeeling Imelda ako (sa aking mind, of course) at tutulungan silang mga ombres. Chu!
So kasama ko ang mga manchu the whole time, most of the nights. Chika dito, toma doon. Lakad dito, kain doon. Basta, pista kung pista ang mga ojos habang kuntodo pilipit ng dila sa kaeespanyol kahit wa na abla.
Pulitika at kultura ang karaniwang topics. Masaya naman hanggang umabot na sa usaping bebot. Or gels, kipay, chuchi, pyas, whatever womanly.
Pag-uusapan nila ang mga jogas mucho, ang mga chuching singlaki ng pizza, at kung anik anik pa. Kung magkano nga kaya. Sino kaya sa mga delegado ang pwedeng chukchakin. Pwede bang magamit ang kwarto kong maganda para sa ilang oras ng kanilang kaligayahan. May condom pa daw ba ako at wala sila. Masarap itong si Girl 1. Mas masarap si Girl 2. Ang mga kwerpa ng mga bonita, bongga - kung magge-gay lingo ang mga kekeng ito.
At dun na ako simulang tatahimik hanggang sa ako ay tatanungin.
Syempre, keep ang wide-eyed facade. Kailangang ipakitang interesante ang topiko kahit pa naghuhumiyaw na si Maruja sa loob ko at nais nang isuka ang lahat ng kachenesang kinain at ininom ng buong araw at gabi.
Ang hirap maging bakla sa mundong dinodominahan pa rin ng mga kalalakihan.
Aug 31, 2007
Aug 26, 2007
Mmm bok!
Como esta chubachuba!
Ilang araw na akong namamalagi sa syudad ng Caracas at unti-unti na syang napapamahal sa akin kahit pa:
a) singbagal ng Indonesia ang internet access. Unfolding before my very eyes ang sinusulat ko 3 SECONDS after ko syang masulat. H (1 second) m (1 second) ph (1 second) !
b) nawalan ako ng 30 euros. Pesteng consierge yan, sinabi sa aking sa 3rd floor ang breakfast kahit sa groundfloor pala. Matapos kong lumafang, inabutan ako ng resibo - 30 euros!!! Hmph, pambibili lang nila yan ng payong kasi 5 lang meron sa communal cabinet. Tse!
c) umbok at balat ang labanan. Pakwan kung sa pakwan ang zhuki at zhigat ng mga zhuzhu ng mga mujer ditey! Kahit pa davianik ang mga lola, todo halter, tube at spaghetti strap ang moda. Kesehodang matapyas ng matador ang peekaboong mga zhuba sa tyan.
Para sa mga kalalakihan, yun na. Dun sa baba ang labanan. Sa mga kumare, mga day, ogle kung ogle. Maglabas ng BIB, lalaway kang tuluyan!
Kung di lang talaga sa divine mission ko dito.... Hmph!
Pero minamahal ko sya dahil:
a) so pinoy. Mula putaje hanggang sa mismong lasa ng mga putaje (ulam, loka!) katulad ng mechado, walang pinag-iba sa lutong bahay. Ang manok, ang mga prutas, ang masarap na Coke. (Coke?) Kaya sila malulusog, malalakas silang kumain.
And some words to live by: la faim (pronounced la fan) French for nagugutom. Dito kaya nanggaling ang gayword nating lafang?! la muerta lámbre - mamatay sa gutom.
b) kultura. Kanta, bayla, lafang, sining, lahat-lahat na. Ang mga namumulat nga naman, mas nagiging bibo! Sa isang kumperensya, halos kalahati ata ng partisipante eh umispluk sa mikrofono at umariba ng mga 3-5 minutos ng kanilang saloloobin. At hindi yan mga tanong ha? Saloloobin talaga!
Ginaya ang Fidel Castro with an astounding speech of 5-7 hours na oration! Well, ganun din naman si Hugo. Hmph, malaman naman - ang speech!
At kung gaano kapassionate sa pinaglalaban, ganun din naman kapassionate sa kantahan, sayawan at lafangan. Fly away ang mga eyes kapag umariba na ang mga beywang ng mga nagsasalsa-han. (Anung akala mo, salsa....?)
c) bakla. Katulad ng mga pamosong beach at kalikasang taglay ng Venezuela, wala pa akong nakikitang mga sisters in faith. Baka pagkatapos ng pestival na ito, makakahanap na ako.
Osya, magbabasa muna akez ng Los Chenes.
Adjos!
Ilang araw na akong namamalagi sa syudad ng Caracas at unti-unti na syang napapamahal sa akin kahit pa:
a) singbagal ng Indonesia ang internet access. Unfolding before my very eyes ang sinusulat ko 3 SECONDS after ko syang masulat. H (1 second) m (1 second) ph (1 second) !
b) nawalan ako ng 30 euros. Pesteng consierge yan, sinabi sa aking sa 3rd floor ang breakfast kahit sa groundfloor pala. Matapos kong lumafang, inabutan ako ng resibo - 30 euros!!! Hmph, pambibili lang nila yan ng payong kasi 5 lang meron sa communal cabinet. Tse!
c) umbok at balat ang labanan. Pakwan kung sa pakwan ang zhuki at zhigat ng mga zhuzhu ng mga mujer ditey! Kahit pa davianik ang mga lola, todo halter, tube at spaghetti strap ang moda. Kesehodang matapyas ng matador ang peekaboong mga zhuba sa tyan.
Para sa mga kalalakihan, yun na. Dun sa baba ang labanan. Sa mga kumare, mga day, ogle kung ogle. Maglabas ng BIB, lalaway kang tuluyan!
Kung di lang talaga sa divine mission ko dito.... Hmph!
Pero minamahal ko sya dahil:
a) so pinoy. Mula putaje hanggang sa mismong lasa ng mga putaje (ulam, loka!) katulad ng mechado, walang pinag-iba sa lutong bahay. Ang manok, ang mga prutas, ang masarap na Coke. (Coke?) Kaya sila malulusog, malalakas silang kumain.
And some words to live by: la faim (pronounced la fan) French for nagugutom. Dito kaya nanggaling ang gayword nating lafang?! la muerta lámbre - mamatay sa gutom.
b) kultura. Kanta, bayla, lafang, sining, lahat-lahat na. Ang mga namumulat nga naman, mas nagiging bibo! Sa isang kumperensya, halos kalahati ata ng partisipante eh umispluk sa mikrofono at umariba ng mga 3-5 minutos ng kanilang saloloobin. At hindi yan mga tanong ha? Saloloobin talaga!
Ginaya ang Fidel Castro with an astounding speech of 5-7 hours na oration! Well, ganun din naman si Hugo. Hmph, malaman naman - ang speech!
At kung gaano kapassionate sa pinaglalaban, ganun din naman kapassionate sa kantahan, sayawan at lafangan. Fly away ang mga eyes kapag umariba na ang mga beywang ng mga nagsasalsa-han. (Anung akala mo, salsa....?)
c) bakla. Katulad ng mga pamosong beach at kalikasang taglay ng Venezuela, wala pa akong nakikitang mga sisters in faith. Baka pagkatapos ng pestival na ito, makakahanap na ako.
Osya, magbabasa muna akez ng Los Chenes.
Adjos!
Aug 21, 2007
Pakaskas sa Caracas!
Jusko, ang bib ko, hindi pa tapoooos!Ilang oras na lang at fafly na ako sa Caracas para sa nalalapit na pageant... Chos, youth festival.
Bakit ba sa tuwing aalis na lang ako ay may napakarami pang dapat ayusin, pagkaabalahang mga bagay na walang kinalaman sa byaheng ito?
Haaaay, ang wrinkles ko sa paa, dumadami na!!![ZEN!]
Kakain muna ako ng hapunan. Buti na lang me manglilibre. Dyusko, di pa pala ako nakakabili ng kandado, ng adapter, ng kung anik-anik pa. Aaaargh.
[ZEN!]
Excited lang ako. Matagal na akong hindi bumabyahe.
Sana crowning glory ang presentation ko don. Dapat nilang malaman ang tunay na kalagayan sa ating rehiyon at ang patuloy na paglakas ng kilusang kabataan-estudyante, mamamayan kasama ang mga bakla't lesbyana, isama pa ang mga kloseta para sa pagbabagong makakatulong hindi lamang sa iilan kundi higit pa sa karamihan. And of course, ito ang ating malaking ambag sa pag-abot ng malapalos (malapalos daw o?!) na world peace based on justice.Muchas Gracias!
Ay, si Miss USA pala ang nanalo dito. 1996 pala nanalo ang Venezuela. Hahahaha!
(edit ko na lang tez next time. umiikot na ang tumbong ko sa pagmamadali. hyaaaa!)
Aug 20, 2007
Conversations 1: Peanuts
Matagal na kaming nananawagan kay Peanuts na magpapayat na sya.
Isa syang bilugang size S version ni Bubbles Devere. Filipina version kasi - mashondak pero davianic pa rin.
Nakakapangdeliryo pag nakita mong lumafang. Mahihilo ka sa dami ng sebo. Mauumay ka sa dalas ng pagnguya.
Umabot sa puntong naging flat-chested sya - lumevel na kasi sa suzie wong ng lola ang gargan-tyan.
Concerned kami para kay Peanuts. Defensive and in constant denial kasi ang hitad - namamayat na raw sya kahit hindi. Kung may isang taong gagawa ng paraan para makalusot kahit buko na, sya yon.
Kanina, matapos lumafang ng isang hearty dinner si Peanuts, nagtanong ang isang tunggril:
"Peanuts, kumain ka na? Me pagkain sa taas."
"Oo. Anong meron sa taas?"
"Ay, hindi ko alam eh. Tignan mo na lang."
"Dun nga ako nanggaling."
Sumabat ang isang jokla.
"Ano ka ba, Peanuts? Kakakain mo lang, lalafang ka na naman?"
"I was just asking. Malay mo me bago."
Isa syang bilugang size S version ni Bubbles Devere. Filipina version kasi - mashondak pero davianic pa rin.
Nakakapangdeliryo pag nakita mong lumafang. Mahihilo ka sa dami ng sebo. Mauumay ka sa dalas ng pagnguya.
Umabot sa puntong naging flat-chested sya - lumevel na kasi sa suzie wong ng lola ang gargan-tyan.
Concerned kami para kay Peanuts. Defensive and in constant denial kasi ang hitad - namamayat na raw sya kahit hindi. Kung may isang taong gagawa ng paraan para makalusot kahit buko na, sya yon.Kanina, matapos lumafang ng isang hearty dinner si Peanuts, nagtanong ang isang tunggril:
"Peanuts, kumain ka na? Me pagkain sa taas."
"Oo. Anong meron sa taas?"
"Ay, hindi ko alam eh. Tignan mo na lang."
"Dun nga ako nanggaling."
Sumabat ang isang jokla.
"Ano ka ba, Peanuts? Kakakain mo lang, lalafang ka na naman?"
"I was just asking. Malay mo me bago."
Happy Birthday Mama!
Dagdagan pa ng isa ang 48 years - Kwarenta y nueve na ang Madderax Supreme!
Oo, four days ago, August 16, bumolga ang pamosang singer, dancer, actress, sex goddess, mother, children's book writer, philanthropist, designer, babae, etchetera para sa kanyang 49th birthday.
Juskong mahabaging niluluhuran ng mga spinsters everywhere, tila walang kapaguran ang Lolang ito - nagiisplit pa rin sa Hung Up!Pero aminin, sa latest concert, para-para ang datetch ng bakla. Walang katapusang hand movements and explosive facial expressions and couture dresses! Na-observatory ang Vogue performance ng Derla? Dibah, tinatanggap na nyang matanda na sya at posibleng me back problems na.
[APPLAUSE!]
Ime-meme ko sana ang Memedonna pero wa naman atang blog ang Pudang. Aask sana ako, in a combination mode of Boy Abunda, Ryan Seacrest and Lhar Santiago (ay kirat?!), ng 49 questions pero day, baka nakyompal na nya akez bago pa bumuka ang bibig ko. So tatlong tanong na lang:a) Tripelya ko talaga ang mga backup dancers mo, lalo na yung nasa Vogue brouhaha period (nategras na nga lang yung si papa sa aida. saaad...) nasaan na sila? Lahat ba ng manchu don, bayot?
Ay, para pala sa yo ang question. So, on fairytales. Karamihan ng mga istoryang pambata ay sterilized version ng torture, inquisition at iba pang horrid pasts. Ano ang inspiration mo sa fairytales mo?
b) Feeling ko, ang lahat ng mga lantad na bakla, pag nategras, papatugtugin ka sa burol nila. Ikaw, which would you prefer? (kyompal akez!)Kung hindi, kelan mo planong magconcert sa Pinas? Uhm... Kapag wala ng kahirapan don?
Uhm....
Kayo, ano ang question kay Louise Ciccone?
(danke, dankeverywell sa www.madonna.com at www.madonnalicious.com for the photos. mahal ko ang lahat ng nagmamahal kay madonna. at kay pops fernandez? TSE!)
Aug 16, 2007
Oral Sex
Sa halikan man o sex,mas patok magmouthwash
kaysa magtoothbrush.
Me tendensing dumugo
ang gilagid sa pagsisipilyo.
Hindi masarap sa panlasa.
At bulnerable ka pa
sa virus at bacteria.
Kaya't mumog na!
Venezuela
Venezuela, not Valenzuela. That's where I am going next week.
With an e-ticket in hand and awaiting the approval of my visa, I suddenly see myself cramming through loads of paperwork and finalizing other assignments deadlined next week.
My mind is now slowly wandering, speeding past passersby along Nathan Road, up the old crampy lift and straight to my room and through crates and crates of clothing that have not seen the heat of a flat iron. What would I wear? What would I willingly take off?
I am so getting excited, my balls are slowly firming up.
Okay, the festival I am attending involves young people. While it is automatically a political event (I haven't attended anything that isn't), I do expect the whole place to be teeming with Latinos.
Gumising ka sa umaga, Abba, at hawiin ang puting kurtina. Samyuin ang hangin ng Caracas at tumingin sa ibaba - hala, mga kalalakihan!
Hugo
While I would have opted for Brazil where I could enter and dance Lanca Perfume without any visa, Venezuela is just as rich and far more engaging. For one, it has Hugo Chavez who, while not very good-looking, has a stance that can literally kick George W. Bush out of the stage and cause people to roar in laughter and applause.
They've got oil, bitch. Said one gweilo (white guy) to another while discussing Hugo. He's right, I thought. He can virtually say anything.
Now that he said it, I love him. We both love Sean Penn for all of us three hate the war on Iraq.
Ms. Universe
And so I am going there. The land of beauty titlists.
While wondering inside the consulate how I would feel standing beside those statuesque women of color (at ano rin ang itatanong ko sa kanila), I had the opportunity to talk with a beautiful Venezuelan. She said, the beauty pageant is a very important part of Venezuelan women's lives.
Just being in the pageant ensures one's bright future - whether in politics, showbusiness, fashion and interior design, medicine, sports, anything. Kaya naman mahal na mahal ng mga kababaihan si Osmel Souza, ang pinuno ng MVO. Not Most Valuable Oxymoron, bitch, but Ms. Venezuela Organization.
They're pulchritudinous but beauty isn't just skin deep. They're smart asses, too. Remember Irene Saez, Ms. Universe 1981, who went on to become mayor for two terms of Chacao, one of the cities making up Caracas. Kinaimbyernahan nga lang matapos nyang ipinagbawal ang "overly passionate kissing" sa public. Odevah?
Well, either you love or hate beauty pageants, she concluded. We are adored yet ostracized and oppressed.
Now, there goes your MVO - most venezuelan oxymoron!
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snippet 1:
Madam Auring predicting on the Miss Universe 1994 outcome: Papasok dyan si Colombia, Miss. USA, Puerto Rico, Valenzuela.
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snippet 2:
With an e-ticket in hand and awaiting the approval of my visa, I suddenly see myself cramming through loads of paperwork and finalizing other assignments deadlined next week.
My mind is now slowly wandering, speeding past passersby along Nathan Road, up the old crampy lift and straight to my room and through crates and crates of clothing that have not seen the heat of a flat iron. What would I wear? What would I willingly take off?
I am so getting excited, my balls are slowly firming up.
Okay, the festival I am attending involves young people. While it is automatically a political event (I haven't attended anything that isn't), I do expect the whole place to be teeming with Latinos. Gumising ka sa umaga, Abba, at hawiin ang puting kurtina. Samyuin ang hangin ng Caracas at tumingin sa ibaba - hala, mga kalalakihan!
Hugo
While I would have opted for Brazil where I could enter and dance Lanca Perfume without any visa, Venezuela is just as rich and far more engaging. For one, it has Hugo Chavez who, while not very good-looking, has a stance that can literally kick George W. Bush out of the stage and cause people to roar in laughter and applause.They've got oil, bitch. Said one gweilo (white guy) to another while discussing Hugo. He's right, I thought. He can virtually say anything.
Now that he said it, I love him. We both love Sean Penn for all of us three hate the war on Iraq.
Ms. Universe
And so I am going there. The land of beauty titlists.
While wondering inside the consulate how I would feel standing beside those statuesque women of color (at ano rin ang itatanong ko sa kanila), I had the opportunity to talk with a beautiful Venezuelan. She said, the beauty pageant is a very important part of Venezuelan women's lives.Just being in the pageant ensures one's bright future - whether in politics, showbusiness, fashion and interior design, medicine, sports, anything. Kaya naman mahal na mahal ng mga kababaihan si Osmel Souza, ang pinuno ng MVO. Not Most Valuable Oxymoron, bitch, but Ms. Venezuela Organization.
They're pulchritudinous but beauty isn't just skin deep. They're smart asses, too. Remember Irene Saez, Ms. Universe 1981, who went on to become mayor for two terms of Chacao, one of the cities making up Caracas. Kinaimbyernahan nga lang matapos nyang ipinagbawal ang "overly passionate kissing" sa public. Odevah?Well, either you love or hate beauty pageants, she concluded. We are adored yet ostracized and oppressed.
Now, there goes your MVO - most venezuelan oxymoron!
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snippet 1:
Madam Auring predicting on the Miss Universe 1994 outcome: Papasok dyan si Colombia, Miss. USA, Puerto Rico, Valenzuela.
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snippet 2:
And my tribute to the LTE. Happy anniversary!
Aug 14, 2007
The Importance of Being Earnest
Earnest here does not pertain to a person but to its real meaning.According to the thesaurus in Microsoft Word, it either means being serious or sincere. And today, I tried to be both.
Early this morning, I went to Kowloon Bay for my scheduled blood-taking. Every blood-taking visit would mean a needle stuck to the big vein in my right arm as several tubes are attached to the mini-hose that comes with the needle.
Time and again, I asked either the doctor or the nurse what those tubes are for. The nurse who "sucked" my blood this morning replied:
Ta pik (The big) wan is for syphillis. We like to know if you still haf (have) it. If it remains in its dormant stach (stage) or has gone actif (active) again.Dis (These) two are for your CD4 cells (my immune cells) an ti utter (and the other) two are for your viral load.
Dis one is for hemoklopin (hemoglobin). We like to know if you have become anemic. And dis last two are for drug resistance.
Being earnest
I hated it when they treated me for syphillis. For three weeks, I have to endure the pain of a big, thick needle stuck to both my ass cheeks as a very liquid penicillin is injected.
It was hell. My experience of dread of the next two Tuesday evenings was reminiscent of Friday or Saturday evenings when we had to attend ROTC or military training way back in college days.But I had to take it, not ROTC but the penicillin shots, lest I want "it" coming up my sex-drenched brain.
Being positive
I am positive about my attitude towards HIV.
As previously mentioned, it is not something one should be scared of or completely ignored. If we face up to it, we virtually start to wipe out the stigma that it has been placed side by side MSM or, in layman's terms, gay people.
I am serious about living until my 60s and sincere about
winning against this virus.And just in case I lose sight of my path or my eye on the fight, I hope for a good-natured Earnest (kung hindi sya good-looking) to come along and walk the fight with me.
Well, he doesn't have to be necessarily an "Earnest". He can be Sakis.
Aug 13, 2007
Superstar
Close your eyes. Close your eyes. And forget all about us tonight.
Mahabang buhok. Mukhang Pinay. Ang Polynesiang nagmaganda sa balat ng Sinai at kay Jesus Christ.
Sya na marahil ang isa sa mga pinakamalaking impluwensya ng aking buhay-bakla't aktibista: si Yvonne Elliman, ang Hawaiianang pumapel na Marya Magdalena sa JCS circa 1973.
Sa kanya mo matutunan ang humaplos sa pisngi ng iyong pinakamamahal habang natutulog ang huli sa ilalim ng kulambo, maglakad-lakad sa gitna ng kaparangan habang suot ang telang kahel (Salamat sa tigagalawang pisong jobus sa palengke ng Pasig) at ilang mga presyosang hikaw at kwintas na pilak (Maraming salamat sa Silverworks sa Baguio, malapit sa may Itogon) at umarte ng buong tapang at lakas sa harap ng camera nang hindi direktang tumitingin sa direktor.
At nang malaman ko pang binirit ng aking lola ang "If I Can't Have You", minahal na sya ng tuluyan.
At bago magising, mautot at tuluyang mambulabog ang lalaking pinakaiibig, hihirit muna ako ng aking opening number...
Mahabang buhok. Mukhang Pinay. Ang Polynesiang nagmaganda sa balat ng Sinai at kay Jesus Christ.
Sya na marahil ang isa sa mga pinakamalaking impluwensya ng aking buhay-bakla't aktibista: si Yvonne Elliman, ang Hawaiianang pumapel na Marya Magdalena sa JCS circa 1973.
Sa kanya mo matutunan ang humaplos sa pisngi ng iyong pinakamamahal habang natutulog ang huli sa ilalim ng kulambo, maglakad-lakad sa gitna ng kaparangan habang suot ang telang kahel (Salamat sa tigagalawang pisong jobus sa palengke ng Pasig) at ilang mga presyosang hikaw at kwintas na pilak (Maraming salamat sa Silverworks sa Baguio, malapit sa may Itogon) at umarte ng buong tapang at lakas sa harap ng camera nang hindi direktang tumitingin sa direktor.At nang malaman ko pang binirit ng aking lola ang "If I Can't Have You", minahal na sya ng tuluyan.
At bago magising, mautot at tuluyang mambulabog ang lalaking pinakaiibig, hihirit muna ako ng aking opening number...
Aug 10, 2007
Haircut
Junakin.
Yan ang bagong bansag sa akin ng aking mga superstar friends dito matapos naming panoorin ang Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith sa Star Movies.
Mahihirapan nga naman si Geroge Lucas kung ako ang ipapalit nila kay Hayden Christensen who performed so poorly the role of Anakin. Paano nga naman mamumulat sa mundo ng Tatooine sina Luke at Leia kung bakla si Anakin Skywalker?
For dat, babaguhin nila ang plot, including the gender preference of some characters, and I will be Junakin Skywalker. Ngayon whether mapapasama ako sa dark side o hindi, depende na yon sa hair color na gagamitin ni Ricky Reyes sa akin.
Katulad ng blog na ito.
Matapos ma-Katrina ang aking life, love and lust, I realize it needs something new. It needs that mark. That certain glow.
Nagulo na masyado ang buhok ko. Ang dami ng split ends. It needs a new haircut.
At matapos makita ang blog ni Karen Cheng at ilang winner blogs sa net, nagdesisyon akong tattoo-an ang aking blog. For life and for good.
And soon enough, magbabalik sya.
Ang Return of the Juding.
Yan ang bagong bansag sa akin ng aking mga superstar friends dito matapos naming panoorin ang Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith sa Star Movies.
Mahihirapan nga naman si Geroge Lucas kung ako ang ipapalit nila kay Hayden Christensen who performed so poorly the role of Anakin. Paano nga naman mamumulat sa mundo ng Tatooine sina Luke at Leia kung bakla si Anakin Skywalker?
For dat, babaguhin nila ang plot, including the gender preference of some characters, and I will be Junakin Skywalker. Ngayon whether mapapasama ako sa dark side o hindi, depende na yon sa hair color na gagamitin ni Ricky Reyes sa akin.
Katulad ng blog na ito.
Matapos ma-Katrina ang aking life, love and lust, I realize it needs something new. It needs that mark. That certain glow.
Nagulo na masyado ang buhok ko. Ang dami ng split ends. It needs a new haircut.
At matapos makita ang blog ni Karen Cheng at ilang winner blogs sa net, nagdesisyon akong tattoo-an ang aking blog. For life and for good.
And soon enough, magbabalik sya.
Ang Return of the Juding.
Aug 8, 2007
Gay Love on a Yellow Day
Hey wasn't it me who said that nothing good's gonna last forever. And wasn't me who said let's just be glad for the time together
Wednesday started out with music ringing in my ears. I was expecting rain but it was only white cirrus clouds scattered everywhere. Nimbus has sashayed down possibly to Manila as Hong Kong is left with a grayish-white and blue sky.
I took a brief shower and decided on wearing boots on a hot summer day. I felt like stomping the streets of Kowloon as music was now banging in my ears.
Cause our lips, can touch. And our cheeks, can brush. Our lips can touch, here.
I strutted through Kowloon Park, waved at them pink flamingos and saw Royal Pacific. He just woke up when I got in. I was his wake-up call. His plane would leave in 3 hours.
I stripped off and we cupped in bed. He reeked of manly sweat. It was simply irresistable. And we kissed.
Coz when we kissed, ooh, fire...
In between kisses, we assured ourselves of last night's understanding - that we can only go this far. He lives far away and has someone waiting for him when he gets back. I am here and I just love my work so much. With the absence of words, we agreed that this would be the last.
Dressing up after a hot bath, he made me choose between a blue and an off-white shirt. It took me time to decide. We both agreed on the blue.
She said there is no reason. And the truth is plain to see...
Before he rode the cab, we kissed. It was warm like his body this morning, like the first time our lips locked, like hot summer sun.
I noticed a couple looking at us from afar. When I looked, the girl smiled. The man looked away.
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground. And by protecting my heart truly...
We never liked goodbyes. We sweetly smiled at each other as the taxi driver brought him farther away.
Outside, the sun was shining so brightly. My eyes began to tingle.
Zephyr in the sky at night, I wonder...
Wednesday started out with music ringing in my ears. I was expecting rain but it was only white cirrus clouds scattered everywhere. Nimbus has sashayed down possibly to Manila as Hong Kong is left with a grayish-white and blue sky.
I took a brief shower and decided on wearing boots on a hot summer day. I felt like stomping the streets of Kowloon as music was now banging in my ears.
Cause our lips, can touch. And our cheeks, can brush. Our lips can touch, here.
I strutted through Kowloon Park, waved at them pink flamingos and saw Royal Pacific. He just woke up when I got in. I was his wake-up call. His plane would leave in 3 hours.
I stripped off and we cupped in bed. He reeked of manly sweat. It was simply irresistable. And we kissed.
Coz when we kissed, ooh, fire...
In between kisses, we assured ourselves of last night's understanding - that we can only go this far. He lives far away and has someone waiting for him when he gets back. I am here and I just love my work so much. With the absence of words, we agreed that this would be the last.
Dressing up after a hot bath, he made me choose between a blue and an off-white shirt. It took me time to decide. We both agreed on the blue.
She said there is no reason. And the truth is plain to see...
Before he rode the cab, we kissed. It was warm like his body this morning, like the first time our lips locked, like hot summer sun.
I noticed a couple looking at us from afar. When I looked, the girl smiled. The man looked away.
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground. And by protecting my heart truly...
We never liked goodbyes. We sweetly smiled at each other as the taxi driver brought him farther away.
Outside, the sun was shining so brightly. My eyes began to tingle.
Zephyr in the sky at night, I wonder...
Aug 7, 2007
The 51 Smuggled: The U.S. Senate Hearing
I hate it when I see myself writing my second blogpost in a day.
But I also hate it when I see something worth-telling and not spreading it.
This is a youtube about Rory Mayberry's testimony to the US Senate Oversight Committee about the 51 Filipino migrant workers who were "smuggled" to Iraq to work on the US$600 million US Embassy in Baghdad.
I shall express my rage tomorrow instead.
But I also hate it when I see something worth-telling and not spreading it.
This is a youtube about Rory Mayberry's testimony to the US Senate Oversight Committee about the 51 Filipino migrant workers who were "smuggled" to Iraq to work on the US$600 million US Embassy in Baghdad.
I shall express my rage tomorrow instead.
Aug 6, 2007
Well, What's Weird?
Ruff-Nurs tagged me to do a weird thing - write another meme. This time, it is about six (6) weird things about yourself. It took me half of my free time and loads of my work time pummeling my head for what could possibly be weird about me.
Ruff-Nurs, this is for you:
1. Strong, sweet and creamy coffee. Oras na lumanding ang paa ko sa opisina at mabuksan ang AC at ilaw, diretso ako sa kapihan at magsisimula ng aking coffee-making ritual: 2 kutsarang kape, 3 kutsarang asukal at 4 na kutsarang creamer sa 1 malaking mug. Kailangang kumukulo ang tubig para mas effective ang pagme-merge ng mga powdered ingredients. Hihintayin ko syang lumamig at dadawdawan ng Marie biscuits para kainin habang nagtatrabaho.
Kung may brewed coffee na available, lalo na yung galing sa Batangas, Brazil o Brisbane, yun ang top priority. Ito, kahit walang creamer.
Coffee is good for the heart, according to Nestle, a brand I would never drink nor endorse.
2. Deadma sa Man. When striding along the busy streets of either Hong Kong or somewhere dalhin ng trabaho, men are the least people or objects I would look at. Mas una kong mapapansin ang convenience stores, book sales o factory outlets kesa sa mga manchung naglalakad sa daan.
My fondness for casual sex has wavered through time and I have basically ignored all XY people who would look my way.
Not that I am being cold turkey. Parang ang dami kasing bakla sa HK come to think of it. Parang di ka mauubusan. Unless astounding ang man na papalakpakan mo habang naglalakad sya’t kumakaway sa madlang people. Habang inaakit ka nya (tulad nitong lalaking ito! -->)
Sex is so readily available but love is... forever. I go for love this time.
Komersyal muna. Mula sa pinakapaborito kong tagapagdala ng surplus products mula sa China at Bangladesh. An H&M commercial featuring Madonna!
3. He’s Gay Theory. I don’t know if anyone has thought about this before but since all men look the same, dress the same and employ almost similar beauty regimens these days, it is very difficult to determine a gay guy from the het guy.
And so I thought it best to develop a gay theory: it will only take a millisecond of an eyesight to determine one’s sexual preference. Ibig sabihin, pag tinignan ka ng higit pa sa isang segundo, malaki ang posibilidad na bakla sya. Kapag tinignan ka nya the second time around at ngumiti, confirmed na bakla sya. Or...
In a still predominantly male-controlled environment, men won’t look at one another unless they’re conversing, close friends or acquaintances, or gays. Most male heterosexuals are innately bestial, and a glance can be easily mistaken for a deadly invitation to a duel or fight.
Pero para sa mga dingbads, an eyeball is worth more than a kiss. It can be an appreciation of your physical beauty, your existence, or that possibility of being wanted or taken.
Kaya ang gaydar, wala na sa swaying of hips and fingers lang, it is the way you strut your eyes into the opposite direction.
I thought about this pero... Sandale, me nakaisip na ba nito?!
4. Tittilated Tits. Kahit anu pang klaseng pagtatago ko, gaano karaming damit man ang suutin unless jacket na sya, lumalabas at bakat na bakat pa rin. Ang hirap maitago. Ito ang bansag sa akin ng aking mga inggratong kaibigan: NIPS, Nipples in Permanent State of Arousal.
BREAK TIME! Madonna's rendition of Pablo Neruda's If You Forget Me was beautiful. But while I search for her in youtube, I chanced upon her in this:
5. Underwears are overrated. I don’t like underwears. They’re very constricting, that’s for one. It limits the movement of my third leg and its dumbbells. It doesn’t allow space for breathing either. My baby needs air, too, you know!
And yes, they’re becoming so fancy to the point of the very objective of their existence has been completely disregarded. They’re supposed to be there as support, not a replacement to short pants or corduroys!
I mean, okay, it is alright to put on all those designs, flowers, pockets, slogans and old mama’s picture on your tush, W-H-A-T-E-V-E-R, but can one make them more affordable?! Visited Homme in Amsterdam and what the, one pair costs 100euros?!
I’d rather go naked. And I did.
In protest, I don't wear underwear. Mamatay na ang magkahadhad!
6. I smile. I used to not smile, teeth showing. Sungki ako nung bata ako at me mga sanga-sanga pang ngipin sa tila kagubatan kong bunganga. Nawala ang mga sangita (baby sanga) pero nanatili ang sungki.
Nakakahiyang ngumiti kasi baka ako pagtawanan. Ayoko ngang mapahiya. Bata pa lang ang Abba, me sense of pride na. Natuto kaya Whitney.
Pero pagdating ng Grade 4 ata, napansin kong depende lang sa anggulo ng mukha mo yan at paano mo ibubuka ang iyong mga bibig, ipupusisyon ang ngiti para almost perfect. Sa class photo namin kung saan katabi ko yata si Michael Martin S. Chuva, ang crush ng mga bakla sa Pasig Chuvalyn College, ginawa ko ang most daring smile.
ZI END... And with that most beautiful smile, I end this meme with a captivatingly bodacious performance from no less than the newest Brokeback member of the Dreamgirls, JAKE GYLENHAAAAAAAAAL!
Ruff-Nurs, this is for you:
1. Strong, sweet and creamy coffee. Oras na lumanding ang paa ko sa opisina at mabuksan ang AC at ilaw, diretso ako sa kapihan at magsisimula ng aking coffee-making ritual: 2 kutsarang kape, 3 kutsarang asukal at 4 na kutsarang creamer sa 1 malaking mug. Kailangang kumukulo ang tubig para mas effective ang pagme-merge ng mga powdered ingredients. Hihintayin ko syang lumamig at dadawdawan ng Marie biscuits para kainin habang nagtatrabaho.Kung may brewed coffee na available, lalo na yung galing sa Batangas, Brazil o Brisbane, yun ang top priority. Ito, kahit walang creamer.
Coffee is good for the heart, according to Nestle, a brand I would never drink nor endorse.
2. Deadma sa Man. When striding along the busy streets of either Hong Kong or somewhere dalhin ng trabaho, men are the least people or objects I would look at. Mas una kong mapapansin ang convenience stores, book sales o factory outlets kesa sa mga manchung naglalakad sa daan.
My fondness for casual sex has wavered through time and I have basically ignored all XY people who would look my way.
Not that I am being cold turkey. Parang ang dami kasing bakla sa HK come to think of it. Parang di ka mauubusan. Unless astounding ang man na papalakpakan mo habang naglalakad sya’t kumakaway sa madlang people. Habang inaakit ka nya (tulad nitong lalaking ito! -->)Sex is so readily available but love is... forever. I go for love this time.
Komersyal muna. Mula sa pinakapaborito kong tagapagdala ng surplus products mula sa China at Bangladesh. An H&M commercial featuring Madonna!
3. He’s Gay Theory. I don’t know if anyone has thought about this before but since all men look the same, dress the same and employ almost similar beauty regimens these days, it is very difficult to determine a gay guy from the het guy.
And so I thought it best to develop a gay theory: it will only take a millisecond of an eyesight to determine one’s sexual preference. Ibig sabihin, pag tinignan ka ng higit pa sa isang segundo, malaki ang posibilidad na bakla sya. Kapag tinignan ka nya the second time around at ngumiti, confirmed na bakla sya. Or...
In a still predominantly male-controlled environment, men won’t look at one another unless they’re conversing, close friends or acquaintances, or gays. Most male heterosexuals are innately bestial, and a glance can be easily mistaken for a deadly invitation to a duel or fight.
Pero para sa mga dingbads, an eyeball is worth more than a kiss. It can be an appreciation of your physical beauty, your existence, or that possibility of being wanted or taken.
Kaya ang gaydar, wala na sa swaying of hips and fingers lang, it is the way you strut your eyes into the opposite direction.
I thought about this pero... Sandale, me nakaisip na ba nito?!
4. Tittilated Tits. Kahit anu pang klaseng pagtatago ko, gaano karaming damit man ang suutin unless jacket na sya, lumalabas at bakat na bakat pa rin. Ang hirap maitago. Ito ang bansag sa akin ng aking mga inggratong kaibigan: NIPS, Nipples in Permanent State of Arousal.
BREAK TIME! Madonna's rendition of Pablo Neruda's If You Forget Me was beautiful. But while I search for her in youtube, I chanced upon her in this:
5. Underwears are overrated. I don’t like underwears. They’re very constricting, that’s for one. It limits the movement of my third leg and its dumbbells. It doesn’t allow space for breathing either. My baby needs air, too, you know! And yes, they’re becoming so fancy to the point of the very objective of their existence has been completely disregarded. They’re supposed to be there as support, not a replacement to short pants or corduroys!
I mean, okay, it is alright to put on all those designs, flowers, pockets, slogans and old mama’s picture on your tush, W-H-A-T-E-V-E-R, but can one make them more affordable?! Visited Homme in Amsterdam and what the, one pair costs 100euros?!
I’d rather go naked. And I did.
In protest, I don't wear underwear. Mamatay na ang magkahadhad!
6. I smile. I used to not smile, teeth showing. Sungki ako nung bata ako at me mga sanga-sanga pang ngipin sa tila kagubatan kong bunganga. Nawala ang mga sangita (baby sanga) pero nanatili ang sungki.
Nakakahiyang ngumiti kasi baka ako pagtawanan. Ayoko ngang mapahiya. Bata pa lang ang Abba, me sense of pride na. Natuto kaya Whitney.
Pero pagdating ng Grade 4 ata, napansin kong depende lang sa anggulo ng mukha mo yan at paano mo ibubuka ang iyong mga bibig, ipupusisyon ang ngiti para almost perfect. Sa class photo namin kung saan katabi ko yata si Michael Martin S. Chuva, ang crush ng mga bakla sa Pasig Chuvalyn College, ginawa ko ang most daring smile.
ZI END... And with that most beautiful smile, I end this meme with a captivatingly bodacious performance from no less than the newest Brokeback member of the Dreamgirls, JAKE GYLENHAAAAAAAAAL!
Aug 5, 2007
Facts and Faux Pas on a Flag Day
(Noong kapanahunan ni Winston Churchill, nagvovolunteer din sya kasama ang mga nurses na ito during a flag day sa UK. Masyado na nga lang daw syang mataba at matanda to wear his nurse's outfit.)Flag Day is a day in Hong Kong when charitable institutions or non-profit organizations raise funds by "selling" badges or flags to people.
An influence from their former British colonizers, the flag day has become a staple in Hong Kong. On Saturdays, and sometimes Wednesdays, you would see people carrying a flag bag and a set of stickers (evolving from badges with pins) waving a sticker in their finger to passersby on the street.
How to do it
One has to be a charitable or non-profit institution to apply for a flag day. Usually, these applications are submitted to the Social Welfare Department who in turn raffle them all (a la wheel of fortune!) to get and consequently approve just a few.
And then the lucky group receives the permit, prepares the flag bags, flags, give-aways, permits and everything, calls for volunteers, determines areas and depots, and excitedly waits for that final day.
Generosity
Of all races here, the chinky-eyed Chinese are the most generous. Women, young and old, child and grandma, would take time to fumble through their duffle bags (or what have they) for those usually huge purses, click open for coins, or simply shell out a HK$20 bill to be inserted into the flag bag. Flags, sticky as ever, would fly straight to either their shoulders or fingers.
Other races are less generous. The Caucasians, the whites, are never.
The Faux Pas
Last Saturday, I volunteered for a group doing the flag day. I was a team leader and went straight to Tsuen Wan (the end of the Tsuen Wan line) with some Indonesian volunteers to "sell" the flags.
Tsuen Wan was my area and we were very alive, alert, awake and enthusiastic because it was a crowded place. So many people, so many stickers, so many coins, so many possibilities. So much funding!
And then I saw them - kids carrying flag bags of a different organization and sticking flags on passersby. I WAS AGHAST! This should not happen! It's wrong, they should not be here, I thought to myself. We got the permit, they don't.
I phoned the over-all coordinator and was told that this group was supposed to be doing their thing in New Territories instead. We were allowed to do our flag day in Kowloon. Yes, I was right. They should be out of here in no time!
And so, with great pride and chutzpah, I strode to that group's direction and said in a very strong almost-Cherrie Gil tone (tumaas pa yata ang kilay ko, albeit unnoticeably):
"Excuse me but I think you should be running your flag day somewhere in the New Territories."
"Oh yes, we are. We are in the New Territories."
"Really? Excuze me."
Tsuen Wan is in New Territories.
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