Meet Pervy

Last night, Curly sent me a text message if I wanted to meet and get
something from McDonalds and play catch-up. I quickly obliged since
we have not seen each other for ages(over the holidays). So I took a
quick shower, put on a my new sexy underwear and spritz on my
favorite cologne.

Instead of driving going to McDonalds, I took the bus. Once inside,
I found a spot and sat beside this 20something female with a pink
soda shopping bag. She looks okay at first but the horror came in a
few minutes soon after I settled. First, her right knee was brushing
against my leg. I didn't really bother to check what was really going
on until it had become quite... errmmmm... suggestive.
My quick reaction was to look, but she was looking out on the window
pretending nothing was going on. I just quietly moved my leg away
from her and watched the tv program overhead. Moments later, she was
feeling my arms with her hands!

WHAT THE FUCK?!

I looked at her and again, she was looking out in the window like
nothing is going on.

I thought to myself, 2009 is starting to be a joke. All I want for
the new year is more men to come and gravitate towards me but NOT a
female pervert. I've had my share of women hitting on me but not in
this manner and this is just simply atrocious. Before I decided to
move seats. I took out my phone and pretended to be texting, but
little that she knew... I just snapped a photo of her.

Too bad the photo came out bad. It was blurry and you can hardly make
a face out it. I sat there thinking, should I go back and just take
her picture - again? You know, for a better shot this time around? or
just let it pass. Then it got me thinking... if this girl can come up
with so much courage to feel me up. Then I must be really sending off
something quite irresistible. Was it the cologne? Hmmm maybe? my
really cool top? hmmm possible? my new hot underwear? DEFINITELY NOT!
then what is?

The bus halted and I alighted. Walked towards McDonalds and this guy
just smiled at me, twice.

Reality on the 2nd

Just a quick note...
I woke up quite late today and it took me another 15 minutes or so to
actually get out of my bed and actually do something. I was just
there soaking the light and staring blankly on my wall. The previous
night's festivities had really drained the energy out of me and not
to mention the previous days and nights where I had to party and cook
a feast. Glad that the holidays are over. No more force feeding (on
myself) and unnecessary food tripping. Ahhh the joys of just another
regular day where I can vomit after I eat (NOT! it's only a joke)

Tick tock tick tock, then reality struck!

I have a lot of stuff to pack and put away before my trip.
HELP!

Happy New Year

Goodbye 2008...Hello 2009

Now what?
There are a lot of things that need change and one thing is my
blogging. Yes, I have been neglecting it like it's my ugly next door
neighbor. This year, I want to make a lot of entries, do loads of
things and yes, bring you guys something to smile about.

Change has come! (Shout out to Mr. Obama) and 2009 is the dawn of all
that.

It's only a little bit past 10AM, January 1, 2009. I have to cook my
spaghetti sauce, bring it over at my dad's house and get ready for
the annual family holiday get-together.

So, for now, I bid you all

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

I can do with this for Christmas

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Will you buy it for me?

Baby Nathan

I went to R**M after gym to drop off diapers and baby milk for baby
Nathan.
It was around lunch time when I reached the hospital. Instead, of
proceeding upstairs where the patient is. I dropped by at the OPD
Annex to say hello. When I got there, the office was closed for lunch
so I decided to go upstairs and pay him a visit.

The couple was there and baby Nathan just woke up. I greeted them and
handed the small gift. They were very happy with the gift and as
usual, we had chitchat. While inside the room, there were a few
doctors who checked up on the patient and according to them, baby
Nathan could well be discharged very soon. It's actually a great news
since he is already out of danger and can go back home. After the
doctors, there came in several nursing students wanting to see the
patient too.

When they all left, we went back to chatting. The mother asked me if
I am also POZ. To her surprise, I told her that I am NEG. She smiled
and told me that it is nice that I am helping out people like them
who are living with the disease. There was a minute of silence, and
if it extended, I would probably start crying. I told her that this
is just a small way of expressing my thanks to the Lord for giving me
another chance to life. She smiled again and when I looked at the
father, he was kinda teary eyed. So I shifted the conversation to
something light. After a while, I told them I need to go and do more
errands.

They thanked me and asked that if I could go back and visit them
again before they leave the hospital. I definitely said yes.

On the way to the parking lot, I suddenly felt hungry and decided to
have lunch at the hospital canteen. There were so many people! some
were even from Thailand. I guess they are visiting for some research
work of sort. Doctors, nurses, admin people. The place was packed.
When I was lining up to place my order. I saw Ate Anna, the nurse
from OPD Annex. She waved at me from the table. She was with another
nurse and just finished having their lunch. She stopped by and
greeted me. Asked me if I will drop by the office after lunch. I
said, no more since I have to rush and do my errands for the day. She
said we will see each other next week.

Minutes after, I saw Lando, the father of baby Nathan lining up
behind me. I called him and asked what is he buying. He said, "rice".
Then I asked him what is he having with rice. Lando, looked down and
said, "nothing, just rice". My heart just sank. Told him to take up
the line with me and I will buy him lunch. Their lunch. He was really
happy and ordered chicken adobo, beef nilaga, 2 rice and 2 banana-q.
After I paid for the food. He touched my shoulder and said, "Salamat
kuya". Again, his eyes watered and I felt mine did also. I smiled and
said, Go! the food might get cold.

M.I.A

I was totally fucked up for the past 2 weeks and it's no excuse to
make my friends wait.
there was trouble in paradise and uncertainty with my health. I am
not yet done crying so zip it! don't ask me!

But what health are we talking about here? You all know I bench press
and attend group exercises at the gym. So what the hell is this
hullaballoo over health?

fuckit! I am talking about my HIV status.

Yes, HIV STATUS.

I had my test last Monday(11/03) and it was one of the most nerve
wracking experience to date. The wait alone was a bitch. They told me
to wait out until today(11/07) for my results to arrive. Good thing
they called me last Wednesday saying that it's already out.

So I came by to pick it up. I actually drove like a mad man, racing
towards my death and meet the crypt keeper. On the way to the
hospital, my heart was pounding like crazy. As if it was drag racing
side by side with my vehicle. Will I die of a heart attack and not
know my HIV status? or die of a car crash right on the next traffic
light? It was really surreal.

She handed me this small white envelope. I said to the nurse, go open
it for me. Im not touching it.
Seeing her tear open the envelope was sensory overload. Seconds were
ticking slowly. My vision were blurred.
The nurse asked me of my initials and birthday. It took me a long
time before I can even speak. She looked at me again, waiting for me
to answer.

initials: XXX
birthdate: 6/26

Then she showed me this neatly typed-out 8 letter word on a piece of
paper.

N E G A T I V E

Man! I started sobbing like a little girl. There was waterworks all
over. i didn't care if I was crying along the hallway where people
can have another feature presentation apart from what was showing on
the telly. I think it was teledrama extravaganza in the afternoon. So
go figure.

The nurse gave me a hug and said, let's go back to my office.

Once inside the nurse's office, I got my bearing back. Feeling way
much better.
I saw a very familiar face - a true Malate habitue in the early 90s.
She is poz and doing her volunteer work in the same hospital.
Naloka sya seeing me there. We played a little catch-up. To my
surprise, another Malate personality was there recently working as a
physician.

The world is really small.

I told them that I am interested in doing some volunteer work. Maybe,
1x a week is okay. They were very happy to hear that. I can probably
do peer counseling to individuals who have no one to talk to. Lend a
hand if they need help - or to squeeze when they feel the pain of
knowing they are positive.

I am dead serious about this and I advocate for choice: to LIVE and
to stay SAFE

Justice Served

Remember the little bitch from my recent post? The one who had an encounter with Mighty Bond? Well, I went to the gym around 7pm and checked out the scene. The minute I saw that the keys were not there. I immediately confirmed that they had to force open the locker.

I approached it and tried opening it gently with my finger.

AHA!

They really have to force open the locker.

How? I don't know.

But one thing is for sure. If it's in working condition, you can never take out the keys without inserting your member's card at the back of the locker door. There is this card slot that releases the key and for you to retrieve your card, the key needs to be inserted back in the key hole.

Oh well, poor little bitch may had a heart attack trying to figure out what the hell happened while he was out there on the gym floor doing a lambada.

LESSON to be learned: NEVER mess with the EVIL BITCH. ad infinitum

Epicurean Craving: Papaitan

For those who are not in the know, papaitan or pinapaitan is a tamarind and bile stew of tripes and innards of goat or ox. This is a popular dish among folks who loves drinking liquor, a typical "lasengero" fare if I may add.  Also, you can find a lot of this dish along highway pit stop eateries when you travel up north (Pangasinan, La Union, Ilocos Norte & Sur). 

My first encounter with this dish dates back when I was just about 6 or 7 years old. My dad and uncle went to the market in "their" hometown - Pangasinan while vacationing. Me, the ever gregarious boy, wanted to tag along with the grown ups even though I have no clue where they were heading. So I ended up in a wet market. 

THEN! amidst the sensory overload of the place. I decided not to join them and asked my dad if I can stay inside the car. He said, NO. Instead, they asked this small carinderia (canteen) if I can stay there and eat while they go buy stuff at the market. The shop lady, gladly said yes. 

Who could resist a cute little urchin like me?  harharhar

There were a lot of people walking in and out of the carinderia. All shapes and sizes. I was just amazed with all the food they were ordering. Until I got a whiff of this very peculiar smell and asked the shop lady where its coming from. She gladly told me that it's from the papaitan. 

I asked if it's any good and she replied with a yes. In a blink of an eye, she was already scooping out this stew and offered me to taste it. I looked at it for a second, checked out the contents which was something that I have never seen being served on our dining table. I had a few sips, and that totally changed my life. 

My dad came back for me and was surprised to see that I was eating papaitan. I may have finished at least 3 bowls of it. I was really loving the taste, like there is no tomorrow.

Back to the present day.

I woke up with a huge craving for papaitan. Looked at the clock and it was already 11am and lunch is just around the corner. Picked up the keys and asked Winlove if he wanted to grab something to eat before we go find TSA locks for the luggage. He said yes and off we went.

Inside the car, I told him that I am craving for papaitan. He said, NO WAY. 

If there is anything that he would not eat. It's that - papaitan. The mere mention of it can make him cringe. Well, I don't blame him and a lot of people who share the same disgust with this stew. Can you imagine slurping soup with bile? Har har har, so go figure.

I thought of the mall food court but theirs is not that good plus the fact that it's expensive. Then I thought of this place where I had my car washed a couple of times. There is a small carinderia right next to it and serve a knock-out papaitan. Parked the car and asked Winlove if he would reconsider. His answer was a definite, NO.

Stepped out the car and left him inside. Entered the carinderia and ordered a cup of rice, a bowl of papaitan and a glass of water.

Cost of lunch: P40 (US$.85)
Hepatitis shot: P2500 (US$ 52.00)

Experience: PRICELESS

Maybe I can post the recipe next time =)

Me on a bus

Ever fantasized about your photo ending up on the side of a bus like Carrie Bradshaw? or perhaps a giant billboard of you wearing a Rue Le Dive Kaftan on TimeSquare? Dream no more because the folks over at yourmagicphoto made it possible. errrmmm at least online, but WTH, it's the closest deal that you can get.

Look at mine!
Pretty neat huh?



I am back again in France and this time, ON the back of the bus and NOT inside, AT the back :) *** you know what I am talking about.

And here's more for that little photo alchemist in you. Check out: faceinhole if you want to do a little body snatching. Trust me it's fun. 

Little bitch

Sometimes I ask myself, do I really need to go out of the house and be exposed to insensitive worthless bastards that litter around the metro? However, I always end up braving it out there and take it like a grain of salt BUT with some "peppery" adjustment.

HAR HAR HAR

You know how the evil bitch in me can't be contained when sombody gives me an attitude.

Monday, 12:50PM, Fitness First Gym.
I just got out of the shower and heading towards my locker to change and stuff my wet clothes inside my cute tote. (Yes, people are so jealous of it and they drool while gawking. For this, all I can say is, TSURA!)

The person occupying the upper locker was so inconveniently busy prepping for his gym prancing extravaganza and was taking forever to finish marinating himself with whatever stinky cologne and strapping cheap vinyl contraption on his body. I finally got his brief attention and motioned to him that I will be needing access to my locker.

The little bitch just ignored me! The nerve of that tramp.

So I counted, 1.2.3.4.5.

Okay, I waited for about 2 more minutes for him to clear out the scene, standing a few meters behind him while I recite, a prayer to God, asking him for strength that I don't put this bitch inside the locker.

tick tock tick tock

Little bitch finally moved away but gave me a dagger look as he walked away.

I was dumbfounded. Sharp words that should be lashing out of my mouth, couldn't escape. It was trapped inside and no where to go but to swallow it down my throat.
The next thing I knew, he was gone. Scene totally cleared of his ghastly sight and intoxicatingly awful smell.

I counted again, 1.2.3.4.5.

Got dressed quietly and pulled out one of my little "best friend"

MIGHTY BOND




I squirted almost half of its content into the keyhole and left the scene like Vadge(Madonna) in her music video "Justify my Love"

I am pretty sure little bitch will have a wonderful surprise when he gets back to his locker. Who knows, it might cost him a pretty penny (P500) to open that damn little locker.

Now, thats what I call administered ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT.

Ang lola mo...

Yesterday at the Manila F.A.M.E. convention, I over heard a group of exhibitors talking about someone who just passed by their booth. When I looked to see who they were referring to.

SURPRISE

and More SURPRISE

No other than, Ms. Carla Sibal.

Okay, what was the buzz all about?

Is she a SHE or a HE?
Lalake yan!
Ganda ng green dress!
Mukhang bakla!

It was funny but I kept quiet because I pity lola Carla.
Then again, I don't really get her and how "some" people call her "FABULOUS" "FIERCE" or "STUNNING". Maybe because these people in her social circle are trying to brown nose or what?

In my head, TRANNIES (drag queens, shemales or transexuals) are often called Fabulous. and IF NOT? then that's going to be really sad.

Oh and yeah, what's up with nip-tuck business? It's just awful. It made her look like she OD'd on botox and collagen implants.

Around lunch time, I saw lola Carla dining alone, al fresco @ Kenny Roger's.

FAUX FAB diba?

IJP del Mundo Corp.

Twice every year, Manila F.A.M.E. International hosts a design festa featuring the country's brilliant design connoisseur to showcase the fruits of their passion and penchant for art of living well to the world.

The show will run from 16 to 19 October, 2008
9:00AM to 6:00PM



While your at it, take a peek inside IJP del Mundo's booth which is currently showing at SMX Convention Center in Mall of Asia.

Drop by and say hello.

IJP del Mundo Corp.
BOOTH NO.
E9 - SMXC

Tuft Tuft

Cute guy alert!
I just have to take a photo of this guy's armpit. Punyeta, I don't
know what came over me. Fetish ba ito?
Anyhoo, Mr. Pit (yeah, let's call him that) is one looker. Nice
features, down right sexy and not to mention smells really good. Too
bad, I was not able to take a photo of his face to complete the visual
package. Instead, I give you this.

Monday HOT Armpit

xyg

6 train rush-hour EEEKKK scene

Have you ever thought of how filthy those handles that you hang on to inside trains and subways? what about those escalator hand rails and public toilet door latch. Yes folks, the list can go on and on. It simply is, FILTHY. like as in EEKKK (all caps)

I had an unfortunate experience before when I was on my way to work while taking a subway. The train car was pretty stuffed with other zombie commuters on a rush hour trying to be at work before the bell rings. Once inside, the first thing on my mind is to get to a spot where I don't get squished by other passengers getting on the next station. Finally found a safe spot which was quite spacious considering it's a rush hour. Why is that? there was this guy in a suit standing and looking out of the window staring blankly into I don't know.  I stood right next to him and I was about to hang on to the handrail. This man started picking his nose and didn't even bother using a tissue to wipe the booger off his finger. Instead, he gently ran his finger on to the handrail as if it was a normal thing to do.

My blood turned white!

It was really gross and I wanted to scream. No wonder the spot we were standing on was quite "free" in spite of the usual rush-hour mob scene. One lady looked up to me as if she wanted to say: move away quickly!. By looking into her eye and reading her body language. It was clear to me that she is also grossed out by that man in a gray suit. Soon as I got my bearing back, I moved a little further away from that man and spread my legs a little wider than usual trying to balance myself while clutching my tote from knocking myself down on the subway floor.

As I finally found my equilibrium, I glanced back at the man, still staring blankly to the window. Again, he repeated this gross act again and inserted his finger back into his nostrils! I swear to God that he's got to have rhinotillexomania! I just stopped looking and pretended that I am not in his presence.

Ever since that incident, I have been wary of touching surfaces like escalator handrails or bathroom door latches. Can you just imagine what goes on to the surface? Flicked or what have you by gross and bored individuals with nothing else to do. I swear, despite the fact that nose-picking is a very common habit but finds less acceptance than audible farting. You will see it everywhere! and often times, people are totally oblivious to what they are doing. Like they were in a trance. Slowly working their fingers or objects inside their nostrils with the aim of removing a piece of dried nasal truffle.

Oh, by the way, if you want to go booger hunting and see where these little critters end up after being "excavated" by their miners? try to check out underneath a table, chair or any other furniture! sometimes even on elevator doors. You will be surprised :)

I know, it's been over a week since I last made a post.
Blame it on laziness and practically nothing worth blogging that made this site quite a bore. I promise to make better posts next time. But for now, I want to share this really funny video that have kept me in stitches.

Look out for Ms. Georgia (video counter: 1:11) 

Enjoy.

9.29 Lundi

Today was pretty slow.

First:
I let bebe practice his driving skills inside the village for about 30 minutes.

Second:
We passed by St. James The Great church.

Third:
Went to visit Lancome counter in Rustans Alabang Town Center to check out their skin analyzer machine. I was told that they ONLY have it in Makati and Shangri-la Mall. Hpftt! so far away.

Fourth:
Went back home.

I know it's dull, BUT who cares? it's still early. Maybe I will find
myself leaving the house at 11pm for a quick bite. hahahahhaa
tah tah!

XYG

Ring me!

Have you ever thought of giving out your contact number (mobile, home, office number or even fax) that will totally make a kick ass and lasting impression?
A sure fire guarantee that this person will "ring" you back?

Then if that's the way you want it.
You gotta check out PROJECT SNEEZE

They engrave phone number onto the inside of the ring and you can give it to someone really special. Pretty cool huh?

While you're at it. Check out their other cool projects.

168 Shopping and a lot of +

The trip to 168 shopping mall in Divisoria was quite a surprise and I was not aware of bebe's plan of ever going there to buy a birthday present for lola Chuling next Saturday. Since my schedule is wide open, might as well enjoy a day of shopping.

We arrived in Divisoria about 11AM. Had some sweets at Starbucks near Binondo church and walked to Yangco Market to look around for a barong tagalog. It didn't take us very long to spot a very niece piece of Pina-Jusi blend fabric with hand stitched design. It's simple and yet very elegant. And for P750, it's already a very good deal. After that, we went to Carolina's to pick up some really nice buttons to go with the barong. Now, all I need is to visit my tailor and have it sewn for me.

From Yangco Market, we walked to 168 shopping mall which is just about 3-5 minutes walk. Since it is a Saturday, there were a lot of people shopping inside 168. It's a good thing that the building have AC, otherwise it will be painfully stuffy. We looked around for trinkets, bags, dish washing liquid and tons of stuff. Finally, Bebe found a very nice top for his lola and I saw a knock out top for mom. Made the purchase and off we go for lunch at the food court.

Here are some of the photos I took:







Lunch was very good. I had noodles and bebe had rice, vegetables and lechon macau at Mitzi's. Now, this place is amazing! people really line up for their food. They don't care if it takes more time to queue than to actually finish their meal. It is just that delicious and all worth it to wait a bit.

Oh, I completely forgot that we also had kikiam. Now, this little piece of heaven is truly delicious. I don't know what goes inside that rolled up meat with tons of chinese herbs. All I know it's fried until the outside gets crispy. You dip it in sweet chili sauce. Hah! now, thats really mouth watering for me.

After lunch, we walked towards the escalator and I saw a very familiar face.
I just have to come up to her and say hello, even if it entails a lot of pushing from the onlooking crowd and a coterie of security guys.

SCROLL DOWN...












SCROLL AGAIN...


















SCROLL SOME MORE...









LAST SCROLL...

there!



I said my hello... a little bit of chit chat and said bye bye. I would like to stay and chat for more but her food is coming and It's already past lunch time. She deserves a quiet time to enjoy a meal. I wonder which food stall did they order from?
Was it Mitzi's? or Jollibee? hahahahahaha

After mommy Meldy, me and bebe walked away from the thickening crowd and made my final stop.


This!



Remember my recent post about Brothers & Sisters?
I couldn't wait any longer for AMAZON.com

:)

Brothers and Sisters

I HEART the Walker's
and on September 23 (release date), I am going to buy this online (AMAZON)

or a pirated copy perhaps? Hmm....

Well, that all depends if I start losing sleep over this and want to engage in a season marathon. My only concern is that how much of a full 2nd season could this be? Fuck that writer's strike that went on for so long! Season One have a runtime of 988 minutes and had 23 episodes. Season Two on the other hand only had 16 episodes. So go figure.

This season's story lines are juicier than ever and become more complicated by involving a faux walker sibling and uncle Sal finally "came out". Now that's messy.

Can't wait for it to be released. I can already see myself locked inside my bedroom, eyes glued on the screen while drinking copious amount of coke zero.

Ahhhh, life.

Chauffeur

A quick post before I hit the sack.

In 5 hours, I am off to the airport.

Yes, but not as a passenger traveling to some destination.

I am JUST the sleepy (I know for sure) chauffeur.

My sister is off to Boracay for a getaway and I am not, jealous.

Oh well, not a big fan of Boracay anyway. I just find it too "commercial" for my taste.

There, I said it.

Oh, and by the way, cousin IT is also leaving for North Korea today for the fashion spread. Tito Rudy is also leaving later today, for CEBU. Vacation.

While, I will be stuck in the metro.

=SIGH=