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Oblation Run?

UP Diliman's Oblation Statue

While working out at Fitness First Eastwood, Rodney and I saw an advertisement regarding this marathon hosted by UP Junior Philippine Institute of Accountants (UP JPIA) for the benefit of its Long Term Education Assistance Program (LEAP). As expected, Rodney was so eager to join. Not for the reason that he wanted to help the school organization, but to get a free souvenir sando! Haha! Anyway, we signed up and paid P150 each. The race was scheduled on a Sunday.

Sunday came. We arrived at UP Diliman Campus at around 4:30AM. The sky was still dark though. We got our numbers and deposited our bags. The race started at around 6:00AM. Since I’m not used to do marathon races, running, jogging, and walking the 6KM race was incredibly tiring, I swear.

Tara Run Poster

At last, we got to the finish line. Whew! I don’t care anymore if what place I landed in the race. For sure, it was on hundreds already. Then we claimed our souvenir sandos! Finally! Haha!

Me and Rodney while waiting for a jeep

After this “Oblation Run”-like marathon, we went straight to Fitness First Ortigas to take a shower. Lastly, we had our lunch at the Megamall Foodcourt.

The Fabulous Three

After the “Batman Begins” craze, here comes the “Fantastic Four”. This movie night out was not well planned. Francis, Rodney and I just decided to watch it 4 hours before the play time.

Since it’s already late, we went to Greenbelt 3 to catch the 12:30AM play time. We had a bucket of barbeque flavored popcorn and 3 assorted flavored lemonade from Muscle Beach. We were comfortably sitting and watching the film, but, suddenly, there’s a need to extend our necks. Why? Because Human Torch (Chris Evans) is in topless! Oh my! Yummy! Haha! I’m longing to have that kind of body too! Wishful thinking… LOL.

Human Torch (Chris Evans)

The movie ended around 2:30AM. Then after, we went to Pier One (The Fort) to meet Star my cousin (or aunt I should say) for a couple of minutes. Star and the gang went to Timog after, but we, The Fabulous Three decided just to dine in at KFC Pasong Tamo and went straight home.

Me and Rodney

Me and Francis

After our serious mobile phone adventure, Francis, Rodney and I wanted to chill out and have fun. We felt that we need to recharge, so we had our dinner at Dencio’s in Metrowalk. In fairness, the food was appetizing even if their serving size doesn’t justify the price. While chewing every bit of it, I just can’t stop navigating my new phone. Hehehe!

At Dencio's

Then after, we decided to spend the rest of the night at Government. Nobody can stop us from dancing! With a surprise, the DJ played Mariah’s We Belong Together [Peter Rauhofer Mix]! Oh my! It made my night complete! Thanks to DJ Kevin Ruiz!

Just like the tag line of Nokia 3230: Serious finds Fun… We can have fun after dealing with serious matters.

Nokia 6260: My Old PhoneThe Nokia 6260 is so flexible in function and design that it adapts accordingly to your every need. Not only does it help you take charge of your life, it makes it easier and more rewarding with the multi-mode display and features. Open it to make a call, check your emails and view attachments. Twist it to capture those very special moments and send them to loved ones. Or simply fold it with the display facing up for Internet browsing or accessing applications. No matter which mode it is in, the flexible Nokia 6260 adapts perfectly to match every move you make in your life. (www.nokia.com.ph)

That was my phone before I destroyed it. Yes. At first, I’m having difficulty pressing the navi keys and cancel button. I guess that was because I’m the type of person who sweats a lot, and sometimes I don’t use my headset. So my salty juices might be penetrating the mechanism of the phone underneath the keypad. I decided to disassemble it, get a hair blower, trying to dry the keypad circuit board. I put it back together, and then it worked! I was so happy then. But after a few minutes, the twisting of the camera won’t work anymore. Oh my. So again, I take it to pieces. But this time, while trying to figure out what’s wrong, I accidentally cut off the ribbon that connects the upper and lower flip! Sigh. I’m a certified mobile phone killer.

I went to Greenhills to ask how much it will cost me to repair it. Gosh! P4,000! For me, it doesn’t make sense anymore. I decided to sell it to the technician instead. I got P4,500 from him. It’s time to buy a new one.

Nokia 3230: My New PhoneGet creative with the Nokia 3230 smartphone. Edit your raw video clips into slick, customized “muvees” complete with soundtrack, using the pre-installed software; then share your masterpieces with your friends. Create your own ringing tones, print your mobile images, play multiplayer games over a wireless Bluetooth connection, and browse HTML and xHTML Web pages. Plus, with a 32 MB MMC card and expandable memory, you’ll have lots of space to be creative. (www.nokia.com.ph)

This is my new phone, Nokia 3230 with 128mb memory card. I bought it from my bestfriend Francis. I have a clearer camera now, 1.3 megapixel compared to VGA on Nokia 6260.

Now, I’ve learned my lesson. I may be a computer technician but definitely not a mobile phone technician.

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Michael and I were meant to be together. Tumira sa iisang komunidad sa Butuan, magkaeskuwela mula prep school hanggang kolehiyo, lumaki na pareho ang barkada, nagsosyo sa bawat stick ng yosi at sa bawat piraso ng french bread, pan de sal, at pan de coco, at kung minsan sa bawat bilog, lapad, at cuatro cantos. Kaya walang nagulat nang isang mahalumigmig at makulimlim na Agosto, magkasama kaming “lumaya” sa Agusan del Norte. Limang libo, transcript of records at sense of adventure ang bulsa-bulsa namin papuntang Maynila.

Pagkatapos ng anim na taon ng iba’t ibang komedya, trahedya at melodrama, magkasama pa rin kami. Sa isang sulok ng Quezon City kami umupa ng apartment–dalawang kuwarto, three-five. Hati na naman kami sa lahat: renta, pagkain, bayad sa tubig, ilaw, telepono. Akin ang sala set, kanya ang kama; akin ang TV, kanya ang ref; akin into, kanya ‘yun. At pag naghiwalay na kami, siyempre naman, kanya-kanyang hila ng gamit.

Malabo ang relasyon namin–magkaibigan, mag-asawa, magsyota, magkakilala. Kaya siguro di kami nagpakasal at di rin kami nag-anak. Pero di kami apektado kung di man namin ma-define ang relasyon namin.

Yuppy ang gimik ni Mike. Nagtatrabaho siya sa personnel department ng isang ad agency sa Vito Cruz. Wala akong trabaho. Hindi, nawalan ako ng trabaho. Huwag na nating pag-usapan ang nangyari sa CCP. Di raw nila kailangan ang ‘nahihibang’ na production designer. Masisira daw ang mga dula at musikal nila. Gago raw ang mga kulay at konsepto ko.

Isang makulit at mainit na Lunes ng umaga, sa harap ng pinagbuhusan ko ng atensiyon at pawis na omelet at bagong pigang orange juice, nagpabuntung-hininga si Mike at, “Sa init ngayon, natutusta ang utak ko at maalala ko, kinakalawang na ang ref, pag may bisita tayo, gusto kong magtago sa aparador.”

Napangiti ako. Ito na ang pagkakataon para sorpresahin si Mike. No, di ako bibili ng bagong ref. Babaguhin ko lang ang kulay! Marumihin ang puti, vile naman ang brown. Pula! Tama, scarlet red. Magugustuhan niya.

Madrama ang pula, may landi. Minsan morbid pero kadalasan, romantic. Masisiyahan siya. Ako na rin ang magpipinta. Gagawin kong isang obra-maestra ang ref.

Sa isang tindahan sa Cubao bumili ako ng malaking lata ng Scarlet Aluminum Paint. Di ko alam kung puwede ‘yun sa ref, pero kinuha ko na rin. At isinama ko na rin ang isang brush na katamtaman ang laki para kontrolado ang pagpahid.

Kaya pagpasok ni Mike sa trabaho ng Biyernes na iyon, hinarap ko ang ref. Binakbak ko ang lumang balat nito. Binuksan ko ang lata ng pintura at hinalo ang parang dugong likido ayon sa direksiyon. At binanatan ko na.

Ang ganda ng kinalabasan. Perfect ang first coating. Bagay na bagay ang kulay. At natakpan ang dumi at iba pang lumang pinturang di natanggal sa ref.

Naaliw ako ng husto sa ginagawa ko, kaya di ko na nahintay na matuyo ang unang coating bago pahiran uli. At para makasiguro na di mababakbak ang pintura, pinahiran ko pa ng isa. At ngayon ko na-realize na dry ang itsura ng kusina, walang dating. Sinimulan kong pasadahan ang mga cupboards. Kaya lang, natuluan ang lababo, itinuloy ko na rin ang pagpinta rito. Ilang pahiran lang, bagung-bago na ang mukha ng kusina–intense.

Di na ako nakapagpigil. Nang mapuno ang sahig ng kusina ng mga pulang polka dots, napagpasiyahan kong gawing maliliit na puso ang mga ito. To relieve the monotonous squareness of the tiles, kung baga.

Tutal narumihan na ang kamay ko at bukas na ang lata, naggalugad ako sa loob ng bahay ng puwede pang mapinturahan. Dali-dali kong hinarap ang nangungupas na lampshade, ang miniature na model ng Eiffel Tower, ang frame ng isang pekeng Monet, ang mga paso at dahon ng palmera, airpot, pati na ang tsinelas ni Mike sa loob ng bahay.

Naa-addict na ako sa ginagawa ko. Pero nang makita ko ang itsura ng pinto ng bahay, di ko napaglabanan ang tukso. Kulay dilaw na brown na puti ang kulay ng pinto. Ilang pahiran lang at nawala ang ambiguity nito.

Pagkatapos ng pinto, naisip ko: “Ayoko na, tama na.” Pero di siguro magandang tingnan na isang picture frame lang ng bahay ang kulay pula, kaya pinintahan ko ang lahat. Ilang minuto ako sa ceiling fan. Ang dutsa sa kubeta at ang mga gripo, nag-improve mula sa walang kalatuy-latoy na silver.

Habang pinapasadahan ko ang gilid ng TV, nahulog ang brush sa kaliwang sapatos kong de-goma. Itinuloy ko na rin ang pagpipinta sa sapatos–sa isang paa lang. Parang si Tom Hanks sa Man with one red shoe.

Pagkatapos ng konting pahiran sa radyo, determinado na akong huminto–sa sandaling lagyan ko ng glamour ang mga throw pillows. Kaya lang, natilamsikan ang rug. I’m sure, masisiyahan kayong malaman na maganda ang pagkaka-absorb ng rug sa pintura. Di ko lang alam kung iyon ay dahil sa kalidad ng pintura o ng rug.

Pumanhik ako sa kuwarto at hinarap ang mga aparador. Binuksan ko ang isa. Pinasadahan ko ang mga bag at sinturon ni Mike at ilan sa mga attaché cases ko. Bumaba ako at lumabas sa garden at pininturahan ko ang mga praso, ang mga dahon ng san francisco at gumawa ng kauna-unahang pulang sampaguita.

Nasa kalagitnaan ako ng pagpipinta sa telepono nang may kumatok. Si Mike! Binuksan ko ang pinto. Di si Mike.
“Sulat galing sa Butuan. Sino si Mike Fernan? Galing sa isang Joan.” Inabot ko ang sulat. Maputla ang kulay ng kartero, kulang sa buhay. Pinahiran ko ang mukha niya ng konting pintura para di naman siya mukhang anemic. Di yata naintindihan ng mama ang gusto kong palabasin, at nagtakbo itong humihiyaw.

Habang pinipintahan ko ang dingding ng sala para ibagay sa bagong personalidad ng bahay, bumukas ang pinto at bumulaga si Mike.

“Ipinagpaumanhin ninyo,” sabi niya, “nagkamali ako. Akala ko’y ito ang bahay ko at ikaw ang Ricky ko.”

Hinawakan niya ang pulang doorknob at lalabas na sana nang pigilan ko siya.

“Mike, ako ang Ricky mo. Di ka ba nasorpresa, ref mo’y iba na?”

Di lang siya nasorpresa, nagulantang pa siya. Doon na raw muna siya sa kaibigan niya sa Fairview. Iiwan na raw niya sa akin ang ref niya, ang kama niya, ang ito niya, ang iyon na. Aalis na raw siya at di siguro kung babalik–pero di pa siya makaalis kasi’y basa pa ng pintura ang mga maleta niya. Di malaman ang gagawin, bumigay ang tear ducts niya.

“Totoo ngang nababaliw ka na. Sabi mo’y matino ka na. Ibabalik uli kita sa basement. Sana’y gumaling ka na. Ayoko kasing mag-isa.”

Wala akong nasabi at sa isang mahinay na unday, pinintahan ko ang mga luha niya ng pula. Naubos ang laman ng lata.

About a week ago, I was so excited regarding this extravagant evening for GLBT community. Well, watching too much of Queer as Folk episodes will definitely boost up your “queerness” within. I and my partner Rodney even planned to wear some unconventional attire for a night gimmick… of course it has to be white… like a white mask. I really don’t know why I’m so pre-occupied about this event. Anyway, the plan didn’t materialize. We end up wearing white long sleeves (unbuttoned and folded sleeves) with black sleeveless undershirt. No masks or anything, just my magic concealer. Haha!

Anyway, we fetched Matt first before we all head to the party. Then we arrived. As expected, parking will be a problem. But luckily, we found a slot, though might be a long walk for us to Orosa Strip.

I commend the organizers of the party for having a really effective backup plan. As we all know, June is the start of the rainy season. In fact, it was really raining hard like around dinner time. We can call it now “Covered Orosa Strip”, like a covered court. So our fellow gays can now freely cruise, flirt, dance, and drink without any worry about the weather. But I saw a small flaw with the stage setup… that is, the stage wasn’t high enough for everyone to see. We have to go near the stage so we could see the performers. And also, I didn’t see any gay flag on the event. We are celebrating the pride, aren’t we?

White Party 2005

So we shook our booties on the floor! We even tried to invade the stage. Haha! But, I was so shocked upon seeing some boobs on the floor. Yes! Boobs! Not from a lady but from a fake one, a transvestite! Oh my! That was the first time I saw one without any upper garments. She (or he) was dancing with a discreet guy. Well, the picture might be obscene to others, but for me, it’s not. I was just like looking at any guy’s chest pumped with silicon, not with muscles. Haha!

White Party 2005

Then MiniStop comforted us with her Tropicana Twisters & Pepsi Fire. Dancing like there’s no tomorrow was so dehydrating, I swear. Alcohols were not our drink for the night. Then while enjoying gulping my Pepsi Fire, I received a text message. It was from my former flame, telling me that he can’t make it to the party with the reason that he just want to remember the last year’s White Party instead. I figured. It was the only time it came to my mind that last year’s White Party was a part of our 1st year anniversary celebration. I let my partner read his message, of course, for transparency. Then it made me think… If he’s happy with his life right now, would he ever utter such words or not? I guess not. Rodney agreed to it. I know he wants me back, but that will be the very last thing I can consider. Well, past is past. It’s hard to be the same if it caused you so much pain. And besides, I have Rodney now who holds my heart with care. And I thank God and him for that.

My best friend Francis and I didn’t have much time to spend the night because I’m with my partner and he has a company to be with also. But we both know that despite all of this, we still remain as best friends as we were in high school. Isn’t right Francis?

Looking for gate crashers? Yes, we have it. Around 4:30am, we noticed that some straight guys & gals were manipulating the stage near the DJ’s lounge. Is there such thing as “straight pride”?

The party ended around 6:00am. So breakfast time! We had it at Chowking U.N. Ave. Then after, we decided to call it a day (or night). But, it came across to my mind that maybe I can hand the car for a few minutes to Rodney. Actually, he was asking me to teach him how to drive. Though he had training with A1 Driving School, but without enough practice won’t do any better. We went to Paco Park for a Pseudo driving class. We had a number of rounds then after, I dropped him off at Taft Ave. Then I went home at around 7:30am.

White Party 2005

It’s nice to celebrate the pride with the one you love. Happy Pride to all!

* Pics courtesy of BED

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