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death

you expell rants that make you actually sound like a parrot lousily parroting some theorists and factists that offered sad truths about life and the lack of it. by life it's a given that gayness is a given fact. so you spew all that you've heard from oprah's guests whose names you can't remember now. and you underscore what you've read from writers whose names sounded jewish so you have the difficulty of pronouncing them. and you do this as if you will never see the sun three hours later. and--with feelings--you stress, you puncuate. you are the center of the universe. and you are getting undivided attention. you know that for you to persuade them, you must persuade yourself first. and the world crumbles and you are a witness to this. just like how your blinding eyes are witnesses to the death of yet another stick of marlboro. you are frustrated because your parroting is nearing its death. because they dismiss your parroting of the theorists and factists as "that's only your opinion."

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sa pagpapakamatay

Sa Jaby. Noong isang gabi...


Bananas: Kung magsu-suicide ka, paano mo ito gagawin?

Fritz: Ako, gusto kong tumalon from a building. But that's messy, diba?

Bananas: Yes...mahihirapan tayong walisin at i-gather ang iyong utak. And imagine the splatter of your blood. Would be all over.

Jepoy gamay: Ang mo-morbid nyo! (Pouts lips. Balik sa laptop)

Bananas: Nasubukan ko na dati maglaslas. Masakit sya. It would be a painful death if ever. And slow. Mararamdaman ko ang sarili kong death.

Fritz: Ano sa tingin mo kung magpa-bangga ako sa rumaragasang sasakyan?

Bananas: Sus! Idadamay mo pa ang driver sa death mo?

Fritz: Pwede na ring magbaril.

Bananas: Pero may baril ka ba?

Fritz: Wala...

Bananas: Wala na ang baril sa usapan.

Bananas: Ako kung magpapakamatay, magha-hang. Quick death.



Hours later over bottles of beer sa Boystown...


Bananas: Kung magpapakamatay ako, ano ang gagawin mo?

Jepoy gamay: (deadma lang. drink lang ng beer. pout lang ng lips after)

Fritz: Ako? Magiging proud ako.

Bananas: Ha?

Fritz: Proud ako na kilala kita. At kaibigan kita. At nagpakamatay ka.

Bananas: You will write my story. I will give you the license to do it.

Fritz: Ako?

Bananas: Yes. Share kayo ni Louie. And Rolanda. (Si Louie ay cousin ni Fritz na sobrang friend ko rin. Si Rolanda ay another writer friend na kilala ako, more or less.)



Hours later sa room ko. With R.

Bananas: Kung magpapakamatay ka, paano mo ito gagawin?

R: Tatalon...

Bananas: Parang si Fritz. Ako mag-ha-hang. Para madaling-madali.

R: Bad ang pagpapakamatay.

Bananas: Bakit bad?

R: Kasi it's bad. Dapat di mo pinapatay ang sarili mo.

Bananas: (no comment)

R: (Medyo high-strung na) Bakit ka magpapakamatay? Ano ba ang problema mo? Lahat ng problema ay pwedeng i-solve!

Bananas: (no comment lang)

R: Magbasa ka nga ng bible!

Bananas: Sinabi ko bang magpapakamatay ako? Nagtatanong lang naman...

R: Magbasa ka pa rin ng bible!!!

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r,

This morning, looking at you, shirtless, partly wrapped in that old sheet owned by a former lover, deep in your sleep despite the nasty whirring of the fan, washed out my troubles. I must apologize. I could not not lie beside you or hold a breath, afraid that I might miss the sound of that faint snore or that inaudible grunts. I wished the world stopped the moment you pouted your lips to meet mine. And I don't have the liberty to complain because yes, the world stopped after.

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over

I fell in love recently. It was kind difficult because this boy's used to be my friend's ex. What made things extra difficult was because we often go out together--bonded by a common interest that put us on the same page. That for some maybe a good opportunity. Not for me.

He was cool with it, my friend--the ex--as he was telling me about how easy it was for him to figure it out. That I was into his ex. I was as transparent as water. And it was easy for another friend to figure it out too. My eyes sparked when I saw him, she said. "Parang nakakita ka ng artista." She told me about the law of simplicity, if only to arrive to a good ending. That I will not elaborate.

Crucify me if I'd fail to convince you that that I did not imagine something good to happen between me and this boy because I did not. I was scared of so many things, rejection one of them. Truth is I wanted the feeling to be over immediately.

As fast as I want to end writing this.

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in the name of their fathers

A text message I received one Sunday morning washed out the alcohol that entered my body the night before. I wasn't expecting lawyer Karlo Nograles to like what I wrote but that he would react the way he did was another thing.

The text message sent he sent to a common friend read: " Have you read the inquirer? I thought this jeffrey guy was a responsible journalist. if i had known that he had already prejudged my family, i would have never let him into my house. He directly misquoted me and even added words just to suit his biased report. That's the last time. Never again."

Many questions were dangled by the reaction of the son of the Speaker of the House. Which part of the story was manufactured? Which quotes were misquotes? These he failed to answer.

I must concede about my being bias. My bias is something that I must not compromise. My bias is my loyalty. And my loyalty goes to my stories. And these stories are the stories of my sources. Meaning my loyalty goes to the story of Karlo Nograles or Sara Duterte and all other people who trust in me their stories.

Sure I am guilty. Be one of the judges...

Inquirer Mindanao
Defending the name of their fathers


By Jeffrey M. Tupas
Inquirer Mindanao
First Posted 21:39:00 06/20/2009

Filed Under: Family, Politics


DAVAO CITY—He is his father’s son; she, her father’s daughter. Their families are mortal political enemies, and in the 2010 elections, they will be at the forefront of their war.

Like his father, Speaker Prospero Nograles, lawyer Karlo “Kaka” Nograles defends the billboards and posters with his smiling face and name—in rich, bold letters—that are placed conspicuously in areas where major infrastructure projects have been completed or are going on in Davao City.

While critics say these announcements speak of the Nograleses’ narcissism, or are part of a grand stunt to claim credit for government funded-projects, Karlo says these do not violate laws.

He describes these as nothing but “information billboards”—simply to remind people of the service that has been delivered to them and what is to be expected from the Nograleses’ “politics of performance.”

Karlo speaks of how his father’s performance has changed people’s lives in the first district, the biggest in the city’s three congressional districts.

That is normal because he is his father’s chief of staff. It is expected because he is being groomed to become his father’s successor.

Blunt on issues

Just like her mayor-father, Rodrigo Duterte, Vice Mayor Sara “Inday” Duterte is known to be blunt about issues close to her heart.

While presiding over a regular city council session, she was overheard as saying, “Oh my God … oh, my God …”—her eyes wide—as the majority of the councilors voted for a controversial housing project in an environmentally critical area.

Later, she would confirm cases of corruption involving some councilors and admit that she has difficulty in fighting corruption in the council.

But she had to do it, she said, as she could not stomach public officials stealing public money. “No public money got into the pockets of the Dutertes … the Dutertes are not corrupt and I can declare that publicly, without me being mortified of myself for saying it,” she once said.

Reacting to rumors that her plan to replace her father as mayor will be challenged by Speaker Nograles, Sara said: “Who’s afraid of them? … who’s afraid of the Nograleses?”

It is the kind of tough talk that her father is known for. The kind that drives “criminals” out of the city, sending shivers down their spines.

Next breed of politicos

Sara and Karlo are the next breed of politicians who are seen to stir the political landscape of Davao City in the coming elections. The long battle of their families, as political arch-rivals, is anticipated to sizzle more with them at the helm.

Sara, 29, a lawyer, is seen to take over the position of her father. She considers herself the product of the old and the new Duterte, a family name kept protected by a long history of public service that “always kept the people first.”

“Our identity as political leaders is recognizable as it is distinct. It is a kind of service that emanates from the heart. Ours is not mechanical. We see through people and we respond to their needs appropriately,” she said.

Davaoeños know that Sara, who wears a couple of tattoos and a short chic hair, had contradicted her father over many issues in the past.

It was a feud that she did not deny but refused to elaborate on, except to say, “I don’t want to be told what to do. If I am told not to do this, I would end up doing it.”

Stereotype brand

Karlo, on the other hand, leaves an image of the obedient son, if not the perfect copy, of the father. He, too, has an image of a stereotype politician.

“I can offer many ways to serve the people. But my father’s brand will be my brand,” he said.

“We give importance to the continuity of things—to work on what has already started, done or achieved … my advantage over my father is that all I have to do is to continue what he has done and accomplished.”

For Sara, compromise is as tricky as the full implementation of the law.

She illustrates this by using as an example the sidewalk vendors that business establishments have been complaining against for so long.

“We have been receiving complaints about sidewalk vendors who occupy the space supposedly for the people and these establishments,” she said.

“But we can’t just disallow these sidewalk vendors and dislocate them and become the reason for their poverty. So we allow them (to occupy the sidewalks) provided that they agree to behave well, maintain the cleanliness of the surroundings, and other simple things.”

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that first-time-pain

Waiting for a text or a call from your editors on a Saturday afternoon, when all you had for breakfast and lunch is a cup of coffee, is kind of tedious. Exactly it feels like watching Benjamin Button, only this time the feeling is painfuller because you do not know exactly whether or not tomorrow's newspaper will carry your story. You see, getting your story printed or not is one of the problems of a freelance journalist like I am.

I problematize because I put on too much on my stories. Not that I am saying that I have never tinkered into armchair journalism--which makes journalism a lot easier but extremely dull--because I have and perhaps will be in the coming days as other journalists will be doing in the coming days or their entire lives as journalists. And armchair journalism is not bad at all. What is is when you stroke it too much. And you do nothing but stroke it. Fine! There's a clearer term for that. Masturbation.

What I am saying is--one must at least exert an effort to get himself or herlself that journalistic orgasm by not just sitting on an armchair and wait for that spurt.

That I put on too much on my stories--maybe--can be summarized by the bruises on my thigh and a dislodged joint on my right foot that I recently got while on my way up to a village of Barangay Palma Gil in Talaingod, Davao del Norte. Dearest habal-habal created a scene right in a very busy junction called Nara.

Accidents happen and that I can easily accept. But it's totally different when you find yourself stuck in a situation--we call accident--in front of your former lover's store.

If it were you, what would you do?

I did nothing. I did not move a bit even after the driver told me to get up. I just could not get up because dearest habal-habal was on top of me. Literally. Dearest habal-habal habal(ed) me, only that did it not look sleazy. Not even sexy. While it hurt me, it did not arouse me. Not a bit. Not at all. But it hurt like it was the first time.

There I realize the reason why it's called habal-habal. Made me think--gihabalan ko sa habal-habal.

How's that for an accident huh?

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buhay pa ako...

kahit parang hindi naman.

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Unless Bakla Sya

May peyborit councilors ang media ngayon dito sa Davao. Bawat Tuesday, bantay-sarado sila sa mga peyborit na ito. Ang dami kasing pwedeng makuha sa kanilang mga sinasabi. Ang problema lang ay walang maiuuwing story ang isang journalist kung itong councilors na ito lamang ang kanilang tututukan.

Well, meron naman kung ang mga sumusunod ang gustong story ng kanilang editor:


1. I am deliver privilege speech tomorrow...
2. ...to each one another
3. for more inquarries...
4. when you open the pusit, the water is milky your honor...

or, lalaban ka ba sa:

5. As of to date...

and when he was asked by the presiding officer for clarifications, nagtaray ito ang nagwikang:

6. Whatever your honor...whatever!

Dati, as in sobrang dati pa, sabi ng the same councilor na nag-deliver ng speech tungkol sa mga sirang tables and chairs sa city council:

7. ...the chairs and tables here are amputated, your honor.


Yong iba, sa susunod na naman. Ay oo, may the best na quote talaga after ng Valentine's day--Si House Speaker Prospero Nograles kasi ay binati ng Happy Valentine's si Mayor Rodrigo Duterte. Eh, diba nga? Di naman maganda ang kanilang relasyon? Kaya ang sagot ni Digong ay:

"Valentine's is a very incongrous event. It is only for lovers. Unless Bakla sya...but we are not lovers!"

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sugar, baby, love

Shoop...shuwarahwarah-shoop...shuwarahwarah-swoop...Sugar-baby-love...Sugar-baby-love...Flower every day...Flower every day...Ahahhhhhhh...Ahahahahaha...Flower every day...Flower every day....


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Ang Sugilanon sa Loyloy

ampingi ang imong kamingaw
sa balak nga wa pa nadungog
ayaw kalimti nga ugma
basin mupadidit siya pag-usab
uban kaniya
nga mukuyog kanimo
ngadto sa ilawom...

ampingi ang imong kamingaw
sa sapa sa ubos sa bungtod
nga sa iyang pagpanghimasa
ikaw naghulat sa abohan
gatayhup sa baga
hangtod kini nagkalayo...

nga sa imong pagtayhup
imong nadungog ang iyang pagpanaghoy
nga hinay nga gidala sa hangin
ug nahanaw ang kabalaka sa pagkahanaw sa hangin
mipahiyom...
Galuha ang mga matang gitak-upan sa baga nga aso

ampingi ang imong kamingaw
sa mga awit nga di malimtan
sa kapait sa saging nga nangitom
human gidangdang ug nabiyaan...
hangtod mapagod...
hinumdumi kanunay
ang pagbukal sa tubig
ug sa inyong pag-atang
ang itom nga bula
nga mudagayday sa gamayng baba sa gikapoy nga takori.



Translation:

cherish your yearning
for that unspoken poem
forget not that tomorrow
perhaps he will come sliding again
be with him
who will be with you
down through...

cherish your yearning
for the river down the hill
that while he bathed
you waited by the kitchen
blowing the cinder
untit it erupted in flames

that in your blowing
you heard his whistle
delivered by the wind
and your worries dissipated as the wind disappeared
smiling...
Drenched in tears were your eyes blinded by the thick smoke.

cherish your yearning
for the unforgotten songs
for the bitter taste of the burnt bananas
left for the cinder to scorch
remember constantly
the boiling of the water
and how you anticipated for the black froth
to flow out the small spout of the tired kettle.

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This can't be happening

Strange, really, how the death of a person whom I totally, totally don't know can affect me. I thought I am already too dense to feel any emotion associated with death that even the recent demise of an aunt--the coolest--did not even move me a bit.


This while Imogen Heap's Hide and Seek played in the background. On repeat-mode.


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what's brewing?

He's here and met with the media this morning. I mean Neri, the former head of the Commission on Higher Education who turned out to be more popular than our dear Darna--pun not intended--when the controversial ZTE deal became one of the mothers of all the scandals that rocked the administration.

He looks fit now--far from the Neri I saw early last year at the University of the Philippines-Mindanao when he was still the head of Ched. So fit that he appeared to me like someone who can put up a day-long cat-and-mouse chasing game with whoever would want to--or even a fist fight--unlike that day in UP-Mindanao where his escape from the angry students was made sweatless by his bodyguards. Bodyguards--made me think of Whitney Houston and Kevin Costner. Sweet.

At the hotel yesterday, Neri did not appear to me like he's someone who has been entangled into the messy multimillion ZTE deal. He looked calm and sounded--effortlessly--optimistic that the money of the contributors of the Social Security System that he heads now will not go down the drain--actually guaranteed as it is the safest investment, anyway--once it will be funnelled into the government Economic Stimulus Package.

He looked--cherubic--to say the least.

Ay waw! P12.5 Billion of SSS contributors money will be poured to complete the P330 Billion package, along with the share of the GSIS and two other government finance institution. Yes, a government package. And the money is guaranteed. And it will help pump prime the economy. And will help generate employment. And, pardon the redundancy, this is guaranteed.

Yes, dear. This is Neri--and the government--brewing.

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free

How must one celebrate freedom when poorness is looming?

I am kind of ecstatic about some significant changes happening to me in the next few days. I have finally decided to flirt with my self-made feeling of fatigue over NGO works to give way to poorness by devoting most of my time on the thing that I love the most--something that I am afraid will not even be enough for me to pay for my bills or will allow me to treat the self out to a movie.

Yes I am a little worried because there's not much money in the local media compared to the their counterparts in Manila, and I am of course suggesting that in media--and the difference is always elaborate--the struggle of the lower class is a reality although it is not necessarily the same as the struggle of the poor against those who are up there in the social triangle as being fought by the countless Aling Mamengs against the residents of the Palace and their elite friends.

I am a little worried because I am working in a system known for being unfriendly to those who cannot deliver. Right now, I am starting to feel how it is like to be inside a pressure cooker and I am not even exaggerating. Not yet. The what-ifs are countless and the issue of survival is a booming voice that tries to distract and weaken the resolute self.

But let us see.





And while I am starting to problematize my own and other people's poorness--not that working in an NGO for three years unpoored me--allow me to devour on freedom first.

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my mom is iti...it-serou

Meet ate Emerald. Nakatabi ko sya sa isang internet café sa Cagayan de Oro. Wala akong nagawang trabaho kasi nag-eavesdrop ako. Kausap ni ate ang kanyang boyfriend na Egyptian. Sinilip ko sya…gwapo ang porener. Sa aking pagsilip, don ko rin nalaman na Emerald ang name ni ate. Si ate Emerald ay medyo malusog. Naka-lacy blouse ito na shining-shimmering-splendid ang arrive. Plum ang color. Ng damit, hindi ni ate Emerald kasi may "P" sa dulo ang kung si ate na ang idi-describe natin. Si Ate Emeral ay pimply. Hon ang tawag nya sa kanyang kausap. Base sa mga narinig ko, may anak na si Ate. Babae rin. Nakakaloka ang tawa ni ate. Lol daw. As in lol. Hindi el-Ow-el ha. Talagang lol. Pero mapapansin nyo sa baba, may tawa syang hahahahaa…siguro napagod kaya sat wing tatawa sya, pagkatapos non, lol na.

lol...

Ate Emerald:

really? are you tired? ok. you have to stretch your body. make an exercise...ok. my motorbike...and i have, we have..den we go to da betch. and we do picnic. you know picnic honey? yeahhhh...very mats. yeahhhh...yes.

and she is beri talented. she dans. and she is more seksi than her mom

PAUSE

hello? u her me hon?
hellow?
hellow?

PAUSE

etch chokey...etch chokey hon

we love to go to the betch...yeahhh...im a good swemer. yeah. yes. i tetch u. i know how to dayb. you know how to dayb? daybing? ahhh..you want to know how to dayb? daybing? you want to know...yes...i will be the one tetch u...ok?

ok...

yeshhh
see u...
i...yes...picture plant.

PAUSE

my work?
my work is beri simpol. you know what is ker giber? no... yes

PAUSE

in da ospetal...
you know what is ospetal? yesh...dats et.yeah...

PAUSE

yes...

PAUSE

my mom is very old now...
she is iti year old...
iti...
it-serou--iti
hahahha...
yes
hahahahahha...

PAUSE

(Fixes self. Chatmate went somewhere…)
YM CALL----TOLOLOLOLOT...TOLOLOLOLOTTTT....


hello...
hello
hon?
her meh?
u see me hon?
honi...
ispik to mi
yesh
why are u not speak?
u are sad?
about wat?

PAUSE

second ger?
second keyd?
ahhhh
about my second children

COMMENT KO: potaH...second children?

PAUSE

ahhh

like a child, she's...always--mom, mom...
i can si dis? she is so very--tsk! sge's an honor styodent in her school
i dont know what i tell u. jas ask me

my mom?
no! hahahahaha...no. she's biri old now.
hellow?

COMMENT KO: potah! gad!!! *ano ba itong ginagawa ko?

i will not allow my dooter to have a boypren...she is study first

COMMENT KO: DOOTER?

hello?

PAUSE

i cant...
i can...
oki...

hellow?
oki

COMMENT KO: ito ang statement na pamatay

no wan kan tik u pram mi!
again? pardon?

COMMENT KO: on again and pardon----*totyal


i layk you...i lay u so much. i love u so much...dats it
ok...say something. say it
it chokey
ets my plesyor
it chokey hon
yes
hahhahaha...no
jas imadyin...
ur not tatsing me...lol
...why?

COMMENT KO: apparently, nagsesex na sila

Ohhh...lol
what you do?

why? okiiii...

PAUSE

who's that young lady? hon? is she ur beybi?
is he your beybi * naging lalaki bigla
really? ur not lying? hones? yeahhhh...
u got a nice beybi
HE IS A BOY?

yes
...i lesen (listen)
Lol…
Lol…


You have sno (w) in idyip?
You have sno (w)?
Yes…
Lol..




--
Hay napagod na ako. Nagwork na lang ako no. Respetuhin na ang mga naghahanap buhay.

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Who Juana Change?




Handa awit!


On the first day of scandals, ay nag sex on phone ng matandang kalbong si Garci
On the second day of scandals ay textmates na kami, ni Jose Pidal, at ng matandang kalbong si Garci...

On the third day of scandals, nagwebcam magdamag with joc-joc-joc bolante, ni Jose Pidal, at ng matandang kalbong si Garci

On the fourth day of scandals, nag eye ball din kami…sa wakas…ni Abalos at Neri…ni joc-joc-joc bolante… ni Jose Pidal, at ng matandang kalbong si Garci

On the fifth day of scandals, gi-nang rape akong bigla…ng Charter Change! ni Abalos at Neri…ni joc-joc-joc bolante… ni Jose Pidal, at ng matandang kalbong si Garci…wahhhhh…wahhhhh…

On the sixth day of scandals ng north and south railway—die back to back—aray, charter change…. ni Abalos at Neri…ni joc-joc-joc bolante… ni Jose Pidal, at ng matandang kalbong si Garci

On the seventh day of scandals, muling ginahasa—not once but twice—ng CARP extension, ng north and south railway, ARAY!!! charter change…. ni Abalos at Neri…ni joc-joc-joc bolante… ni Jose Pidal, at ng matandang kalbong si Garci

On the eight day of scandals, akoy pinagsasampal—two hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, CARP extension, ng north and south railway —array!!! charter change…. ni Abalos at Neri…ni joc-joc-joc bolante… ni Jose Pidal, at ng matandang kalbong si Garci..

On the ninth day of scandals, akoy kinabayo—without my written consent day, for dios por santo—ng pesteng MOA, ng perang naka-sobre….ng CARP extension, ng north and south railway —array!!! charter change…. ni Abalos at Neri…ni joc-joc-joc bolante… ni Jose Pidal, at ng matandang kalbong si Garci..

On the tenth day of scandals, akoy pinilihan—di ko kaya—10 euro generals, ng pesteng MOA… ng perang naka-sobre….ng CARP extension, ng north and south railway —array!!! charter change…. ni Abalos at Neri…ni joc-joc-joc bolante… ni Jose Pidal, at ng matandang kalbong si Garci..

On the eleventh day of scandals iniwang duguran—Oh lord in Heaven, please pray for us—ni General Palparan, 10 euro generals, ng pesteng MOA… ng perang naka-sobre….ng CARP extension, ng north and south railway —array!!! charter change…. ni Abalos at Neri…ni joc-joc-joc bolante… ni Jose Pidal, at ng matandang kalbong si Garci…

On the 12th day of scandals, akoy loka-loka—Basilio, Crispin—Day! Panahon pa ni Rizal ang drama ko—hahhhahahhaaa….huhuh…ang babaeng walang kibo. Magnilay ka at mag-isip..teka! kailangan ko pa palang tapusin ang kanta…

Walang bang mangyayari, tulad ba ng dati, dedma ang bayan nagbubulag-bulagan, pag ako’y nagalit sisigaw ako ng—DING!!! Ang batoooo!!! UHGHHH!!! DARNA!!! Bayan…Punyeta!!!
Walang mangyayari kung di ka aalma anong hinihintay
Itigil ang scandal ni…


Glooooooria…
Maligayang Pasko…
Merry Christmas…

Tara na Let’s go.
Muwahhhh

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salamat po ti

Six days before today, my good friends I and Z, who are lovers, sent me an advance birthday greeting that confirmed their peculiar way of making or ruining someone else's day. Attached to the email was a photo that only had me remembering some forgotten memories of someone who remains dear to me.

The (unedited) letter says:

Jepoi

talagang mukha kang maybahay sa pic ti. pero ang mahalaga ay di ka mukhang nasunugan ng bahay ngayon. Yun ang mahalaga ti. andito kami ni Z sa haus kasama si Zay. Banat lafs ang drama ti at wara na rin. Nag ukay kami at naglaba ng 15 pairs of knee socks...ADVANCE HAPI bDAY na lang sa u.

Ang 10 wishes namin 4 U ay ito:

10. HouseS and LotS with CarS. dapat malapit sa beach ang haus at magkakapitbahay tayo. may roof top din dapat at bar.

9. sariling Coffee shop and internet cafe na pwede mag yosi sa loob.

8.Massage and Spa parlor

7. life time supplies of groceries from NCCC mall. because NCCCares.

6. life time beauty na di kumukupas at walang contradiction.

5. privilege para sampalin si paris hilton at si Sharon Cuneta o sino mang nakakabwisit.

4 Gay Hospital and mga doctor at nurses ay gwapo dapat. di pwede si Hayden kho kay amoy katrina halili na yun.

3. Gay Memorial Park bawal ilibing ang mga sundalong bading at mga mapagsamantalang bading.

2. Sariling printing press. radio station at Tv station at recording studio (global ang market ha)

1. Pinaka mahalaga ito. Isang dosenang Keke taun-taon para flavor of the month ang drama ti.

Yun sana matupad ti.


Loves u Alot,

I and Z and Co.

Bye.

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papapel naman daw kasi they are, yeh...

Suddenly, he was reduced to being a stunned piece of breathing paper-pale flesh--formalinic, I observed, perhaps as his blood evacuated from their correct places--after getting a tongue-lashing from the fuming Mayor Rodrigo Duterte, who, by few inches, was taller than him.

He backed-off and it was the best thing to do while Duterte was still gathering the remaining sanity left of him. He cannot afford to put up a man-to-man show here, no matter how capable he is as he is an army Colonel after all.

But it was way too late for the man, later identified by one journalist as Col. Joel Ibañez, the commander of the 1003rd Infantry Brigade based in the town of Santo Tomas in Davao del Norte.

I was thinking--what could have been the man thinking? There had been arrangements that they must not be seen in the area or anywhere near for this event.

You see, the man was the uninvited. While I was witnessing the show, I pitied the man as I imagined him as being the main cast of a story that tells about someone who bought a new pair of swimsuits but was not part of the outing. So the gang went out to the beach while he was left home.

And yes, while writing this, I was kind of singing that Alanis song that says: "Like any uncharted territory, I must seem greatly intriguing...You speak of my love like you have experienced love like mine before...But this is not allowed, you're uninvited...
an unfortunate slight..."


Perhaps the scene outside was teasing him like those naked internet stars who last year had another official's time frozen while a national security official was behind a podium during a gathering that gave journalists a pass. Good that the media, when these things are happening, are always there.


So what I am really talking about? Read this.

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samtang ga-rosaryo sa pikas

Sa dihang iyang gilimugmog
Ug iyang gitakla...
Una mikitiw-kitiw
Ang iyang dila nga naputos sa laway
Nga susama sa lawot—init nga bugnaw
Ug hinay nga midagayday

Iyang gigukod hangtod sa ubos
Perte! Ang dila misutoy!
Wa man gani natandog,
Wa gyud natarog!
Bisan gamay nga kahadlok wa mipakita
Sa unod nga dugay nang naghulat
Sa mainitong pagpulpog.


Padayon...
Padayon...
Daw wa gikapoy
Padayong nagmadasigon
Sama sa wait nga lagum.

Usa ka minuto…
Duha ka minuto…
Hangtod baynte-singko ka minuto…
Hangtod nga ang oras mikuyog sa kalimot
Ug mipahuway sa kalami

Sa dihang iyang gilimugmog
Ug iyang gitakla...
Milurat akong mata.

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over now

But is it really?

Walking out of 2008 is for me like walking out of my room--the immaculately messy but comfortably dark room, its light painted walls made alive by some weird smears on the wall that looked like some dried-up spunk, the sight of it always makes our favorite masahista comment something like "you have been doing something inside here sir..."

It's like waking up and forcing oneself to function despite the overly heavy head--yes head, and whatever you think honey--after drowning in alcohol the night before.

And still drunk, it feels like seeing myself wearing the same shirt that I wore last night and it reeks of smoke mixed with cologne. Or hear myself whistling, while sitting on the toilet bowl, the last song I heard or sang. Or struggle at the inability to remember the names or numbers and faces of those who were introduced to me over bottles of beer and friendly glances or libido that remained contained because of some missing elements of determination or because of the inadequate charm, which is the case most of the time, by the way.

And fresh from the room, I see myself laughing over how I, along with friends, swiped at the most holy for others; decoding in perfect travesty the same teachings that became the most wicked of the instruments of oppression employed by Spain.

Then comes the desire to change clothes. And the need to bathe. And while into it, the brain revolts over being stranded in memory. But so fresh are everything that the self could not not linger with the sentimentality of the past.

And it's like stopping myself for a moment for a brief rerun of the show: I was party to everything that happened last night--good and bad, traumatic and redeeming, stupid and fabulous, intelligent and the tragic, painful and rewarding, friendly or sexual and everything in between.

And I see my family. And the friends--old and new, those who stayed and left, the real and the not-so-real. All of them played their parts in varying levels of perfection.







And follows the endless kisses as the time has come to move on.

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Sa Cagayan de Oro, marami ring Koreans. Lagi silang tumatambay sa cafe nina JB--sa Brewberry. Minsan, nakakatambay din ako don. Maganda ang lugar. Free wifi. Masarap ang iced tea. At moist cake. At mga Koreans. Lalaki man o babae. Basta.

Pero itong Korean na ito, di ko kinaya. Iba siya. Lab ko na sya.






Merry Christmas sa lahat.