Shortbus: no movie review though

It was on March 2007 that Leyn and I got our very first NBI Clearance Certificate in Carriedo, Manila. We had to take the old LRT line to get there. The experience was something that I will not again get into. The site of Carriedo, Manila was really depressing. Anyhow, after getting our NBI clearance, we decided to chill out at her place the whole afternoon.

To get to her place, we had to take the LRT line again. That was when we noticed this many stalls selling bootlegged DVD copies of movies that you can't get anywhere else. We stumbled upon this DVD copy of Shortbus.

I am no Jessica Zafra ( although, I wish that I am, sometimes ), so I can not give out a decent review of the movie. I just have to say that this movie is the only movie that I can remember watching this 2007. Because it is unforgettable.

I decided to post the movie's trailer. Many thanks to Youtube.

I miss my Tita Leyn!

Wala na akong kasamang kakanta ng 'Sana Ngayong Pasko'..

may-sanib daw

Do you still remember Sophie Ellis Bextor?

Or do you even know her?

I was watching one of her videos last Wednesday night. Ate Belen, the house help saw it too. She said: Sino yan? Mukang maypagkademonyo.

I was like: WHAT?

Far from being demonic, right?

So, naghanap talaga ako ng video sa esnips so that some of my officemates can access it using their PCs.

( Off topic: I was told that officemate is not the correct term for the people you work in a closed, airconditioned, fart-infested room. If officemate is incorrect, then what?)

OO nga noh. Beautiful. Demonic. I love her.

Keys me!

WHY?

WHY?

Why are you doing this to meeeehh...

Oh, no, I was not talking to my ex.

Yesterday I went home from work, dead tired and ready to jump into bed. On my way home, I was pondering if missing the flossing part before I go to slumber will make my perverted dentist mad. I decided that he needs to be humored and that I need to sleep.

So there I was, dragging my tired feet and inhaling a Marlboro Light trying to unlock the door when I suddenly realized that I didn't have my keys.

Panic, depression, anxiety, and everything blue began enveloping my very soul. Hope was fastly fading away, saying goodbye. Slowly, I felt the terrible pain that I might not get the sleep that I am longing for. I began feeling tiny bumps on my face, all around it. Pimples are slowly creeping their way to my face's damnation. Slowly eating, swallowing the days that I used Proactive. Those were the days that I felt so beautiful, I was so beautiful it hurts. I won't be getting the sleep that I have longed for.

My bag does not have the keys. No part of the bag jingles the keys. No part of the biggest man-purse that I owned bears those keys.

Then a thought. Left hand busy holding the puffed cancer stick. The right busying itself checking and rechecking the big bad bag. Then back to the left hand. It holds the cancer stick sandwiched by the index and middle finger, and inside the palm has something hard and shiny. It was the bunch of keys.

Damn. I really needed that sleep.

tutu day!

froo..froo..

too..too..

The Pencil Dancer has done it again!


Okay..people..you can kill me now! =)

My Kuya Jock's Emancipation

It is not everyday that you get somebody whispering to you that he is gay. That does not usually happen while you are inhaling 'chicken lugaw with fresh eggs' and 'tapsilog'. Those moments are to cherish. A moment to celebrate the divorce of that somebody from 31 years of 'captivity'.

'I think I'm gay...'

My reaction to the speaker was to spill some lugaw into the thin air and feel some fill my nostrils.

Laughter.

'Don't laugh at me, gago, seryoso ako.'

Okay, I get it. Homosexuality has something to do with genes. It's not the outcome of a sad childhood or the buns that Imelda Marcos has fed the children of Philippine public schools in the 1970's. It has something to do with genes, and it flows in the blood and is transferred from one generation to another.

There will be a time that my lastname will be semi-extinct. And I am proud if that will happen because half of the population that carries this lastname has admitted that they are gay and that they do not have to marry to have children and follow what they refer to as the normal way of life.

I am proud. 31 years of pretending to be something else, and now you are free. Welcome to the family, kuya!

Remember:

1. You are good looking and that many gays out there will be out hunting you. You are to have a very colorful and lovely love life.

2. Of course, since you are good looking, and that many gays out there are about to hunt you, sex will be great. You just have to keep in mind that gays are just like the women you used to date, they need respect, special attention and safe sex. Also, you have to have the same treatment.

3. You now have a license to wear skinny jeans, but you have to buy yourself some because I will not loan you mine.

4. Being gay is fun! You can sing Anita Baker songs while in the shower.

5. You also have the right to carry those beautiful man-purses. Again, I am not to loan mine.

6. You also have the access to the best concealers, toners, moisturizers, foundations, exfoliants,etc. I will spare you some of my precious time and we can go shopping.

7. You can check the shirts at Topshop and Folded and Hung as starters.

8. You get to party with real fun people.

9. We can watch 'A walk in the Clouds', 'My Bestfriend's Wedding', etc. with the audio blasting on a Sunday night in exchange to those boring PBA/NBA games.

10. Lastly, we can listen to Regine without any guilt.

There are so many things to do and to enjoy. I am very happy for you. And now, I can sleep.

promises...yeah..

Two weeks ago, I made a promise that I will never commit to any sexually-related act with anyone but myself until I find him, or the one, or the person that will watch over me. It was taking too long. I hate to say this, but I failed. The promise that was kept for two weeks was broken, shuttered to pieces. But it was awesome.

The guy happened to be one of Dr. Margie Holmes's stalkers. That was enough explanation.

I have a new crush..

The thought of him melts the brain cells away.

The brain cells are just too happy to protest on why they are melting.

melt..melt..melt..

too happy to protest..

just evaporize..

poof..

into thin air you go..

I have a new crush..

I feel so girley..

P.S. My friend Leyn can't look directly at the crotch area...what's with that girl? hmm...mahalay! =)

My Christmas wish

December is bitter-sweet and I never liked Christmas trees. Those plastic trees seem to be too pretentious.





But then again, it serves it's purpose of making some people feel that for once, there is something to be happy with.





Sometimes I feel like this plastic tree. But the thing is that, my tree lacks the garlands, the shiny Christmas balls and the happy lights.





So, this coming Christmas, my wish is that I find all those things to make my tree look and feel Christmas-y.