Octobreed

Currently playing:
"Yoo Hoo" by Imperial Teen

Greetings:
Happy birthday to Radley!
I know you don't read my blog.
So,
I say,
Happy birthday,
butch!

I know you're hurting dumping Jacky,
but you insisted you're fine and you found a new one.
Someone like you,
butch!

Hehe!
Mwah!
Wish you all what's best for you!

The Nursing Continues

Currently playing:
"Can't Behave" by Courtney Jaye

To my frustration,
J.E. abused me only using my hands.
You know how depressing when you're only allowed to touch an apple but you're not allowed to eat it.
He let me choke the snake until it burst out all it's life.
You know what I'm saying.
He knows how to make me crave for some more.
And that's what usually turns me on.
He came,
and came...

Friday.
My doctor advised me that I'm good to go.
And J.E. came back.
I know it's my last chance but I was cold.
He kept on coming back until K picked me,
but I was very cold.
I only realized that I wanna see him again when it's already...

Saturday night.
And I missed him.

Nursed!

Currently playing:
"Lovefool" by The Cardigans


Sunday morning.
I hurried to bed after work with a clogged nose,
chilling with severe chestpains.
I took all the medicines left in my overnight kit and passed out barely breathing pharmaceuticides.
I got up and it's already...


Monday morning.
My bestfriend,
Ces,
was on her way to the city for her official business trip.
"Don't forget to meet me at 11:30 for lunch."
T'was my wake up mail from her.
Feverish,
I got up and took a shower and got nauseated.
Ces decided to pick me up at The University stairs instead.
We had lunch at Abuhan Tres (their Sinigang na Hipon and Black Inggo is superb!) and she offered to send me to the hospital.
I picked up my get-away bag and we rushed to the hospital.
Good thing I got my new card from the insurance and I was able to rehearse my lines earlier so I got admitted immediately.
I spent 5 hours in the emergency room before I was transferred to my room.
Good thing that the CHH ER head nurse,
Ace,
was very attentive to my needs.
The (supposedly) 1 hour meeting with Ces was extended to an eight hour emergency meeting.
I owe her big time!
Thanks,
God!
I got a rich and kind-hearted bestfriend who doesn't like to hear the word "Thank you".
Thank you,
Ces!
She left me at 9PM.
And I got all the medical attention that I longed for 4 days so I woke up with a pampered feeling on...


Tuesday morning.
The Queen of the Grenadine Bolz and her fiance was my first official visitors.

Queen Bolz: Don't worry!
Queen Bolz: The media doesn't know you're here.

I only informed my very close friends.
The world doesn't have to know my mortality.
I did not even informed the Grand Tribe until I got out from the hospital.
So comes...


Wednesday morning.
A group of interns barged inside my room,
and one of them introduced himself as my Student Nurse of the day.
His name is J.E.
He took my vital signs.
He checked my liquid intakes and discharges.
He changed my beddings.
And gave me a good massage.
Just kidding.
He's a shy guy.
About nineteen years old?
But he'd look me straight in the eye.
And he's straight.
I get excited everytime I see him.
He'd check me every now and then and I just can't believe I'd see him until...


Thursday morning.
Much to my surprise,
he came back to see me.
I believe.
I have a new SN but he's still checking me.
Interns are usually being routed to different patients for different case studies.
Well...

He then asked permission if he can accompany me right after he checked his other patients since I was alone in my room.
Who would refuse to be watched over by an angel?

After my official nurse served my after-lunch meds,
he went back and took the bedside chair.
He said that I can take my rest for 3 hours and he asked me if he can look after me while he'll steal some naps.
He was working for the past 16 hours straight.
Who would say NO to a good boy?

Instead of taking a nap,
we chatted and then we were silent.
He stood up,
yawned and stretched his arms bending his pelvis forward.
I got strucked when I saw a bulge.
And suddenly,
my blood rushed on a high temperature.

(To be continued)

One More Question

Currently playing:
"Creep" by Radiohead

Most recurring questions (over and over again for the past 6 weeks):

How did you lose weight?
Why are you so thin?
How did you do that?
Are you okay?
What's your diet?
Are you in drugs?

One more question and I'll kill you!

The Start of the Affair... Too!

Currently playing:
"Kiss The Girl" by Colbie Caillat

One morning,
I received another strange SMS:

"Good morning!
How you?"

I would eventually delete an SMS if it comes unidentified.
A couple of minutes later,
I got two missed calls from an "Unregistered" number.
I have the presumption that it's someone that I really know.

Me: Hello?
Me: Who's this?

Unknown: H-hi!
Unkown: Hi!
Unknown: (my name here)???

Me: Who are you?

Unknown: It's Weegee.

(10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5...)

Me: Uh...
Me: Weegee???
Me: Hey...
Me: How are you?
Me: Where are you?

Weegee: I'm in...
Weegee: I'm in Ayala.
Weegee: Where you?

Me: I'm home.
Me: Where have you been?

Weegee: Uh...
Weegee: I'm working now in (the name of his new company).
Weegee: Good thing I was able to save your number from your signature.

Me: Huh?
Me: G-good!
Me: That's great!
Me: Why did you left... (me)?

Weegee: Haha...
Weegee: Career move.
Weegee: H-how are you?

Me: I'm fine.
Me: Never better.

Weegee: Where's your place?

Me: Uhm...
Me: I live near The University.

Weegee: Are you busy?

Me: Uh...
Me: No.
Me: I just got home.

Weegee: Can I go to your place?
Weegee: Hehe...

Me: Huh?
Me: S-sure!

Weegee: Now?

Me: Oh...
Me: O-okay.
Me: Now.

What am I thinking?
Do I still think?

A Suicide Note

Currently playing:
"Live to Tell" by Madonna

I have decided.
I wanna die.
At times like this,
when I'm terribly sick,
my only wish is to die right away.
It's the time when I realize the truth
-I'm a mortal.

I just want to die but I can't kill myself.
I was planning to check-in at the nearest hospital but it's too scary to stay at the hospital this season,
it's the halloween and the Philippine television's normally bombarded with programming that features old tales from the folklores,
replays of Kris Aquino's Sukob and Feng Shui.
And I'm always the scary brat since I was a child.
That's why I preferred working on the first two days of November.

The Ervin Legend Returns

Currently playing:
"Firewoman" by Hungry Young Poets

I'm in delirium.
The clinic's on heavily queue.
I would already pass out if I'll wait before I'll get to the nurse's desk.
I've been taking meds with an empty stomach,
and the sights are all in blurry.
I got down to take my first official meal,
I've been starving for the past 27 hours.

I thought I saw an apparition.
I thought I saw my angel.
I saw The Ervin Legend.
And,
it's real.
More beautiful.
More delicious.

I'm still in delirium.

Skinny \ Sickly

Currently playing:
"Happy Nurse" by Björk


Important tip:
Never go to bed drunk without drinking at least 1 litre of water.

I'm sick.
Terribly sick.
But I'm working.

The nurse from the clinic told me that I'm 17 lbs short,
and they cannot release an order for admission at the hospital.
The reason:
Another model starving for the sake of beauty.

The Start of the Affair

Currently palying:
"Tell Him" by The Exciters

I haven't seen him personally in the office when we became friends thru emails.
"A" told me that he was the guy that she pointed out when we were chatting with the Queen B.
I couldn't remember though.
Even if I'd see him

Here's one of the mails he sent me.
Weegee:
Hi,
I saw you kanina when you went to the pantry.
You're so snob.

Our exchanging of emails went on for weeks.
He'd often say his His and Hellos;
I've included him in my distru when I'm sending out spams and trash mails.
Until I got a notification that the receipient is no longer connected with the company.

The jerk!
He left without bidding goodbye.

(To be continued)

72 Hours Love Affair

Currently playing:
"Why Can't I?" by Liz Phair


Disclaimer:
I don't want to talk about him,
but I need it as a therapy.


A couple of months ago,
I received an email from a stranger,
let's call him Weegee.

T's the email:

Hi!
I just wanna ask if you're on the same department or from the service?
You completed my transaction and I got the bonus.
I just wanna thank you for that.

I replied:

Hi,
I'm from the VIP dept.
I might've completed it last month.
But NP,
it's part of our job.
You're welcome!
(",)

Well,
it was just one of those ordinary emails that I get almost everyday in the office.

Three days after,
I received another email from him:

Hi!
So you're from VIP?
Wow,
it's an honor...
how long have you been working here?

Another agent trying to be friendly.
I just didn't know that the PETEBulls are also famous in their department.
Or should I say,
I have gone that far reaching the right wing.
Haha!

I got curious and it was the only time that I asked "A" to send his mugshot from the database.
And here he is.

Click! Click! Click!




(To be uploaded)

Confessions of a Former Addict

Currently playing:
"Story of my Life" by Social Distortion

Recurring question:
Are you happy?

Answer:
76% happy

This is the lowest percentage of my happiness rate this year and this means I'm in a disaster.

I called my antagonist,
my sister.
She recommended me to see a psychiatrist.

Aside from the fact that she truly believes in my homosexuality,
she also thinks that I'm crazy.

Her physician has a friend here in Cebu who only charges a very friendly rate per session.
She said that she will take care with the arrangement and I'll just take care of the fees.
But later on,
she changed her mind.

Sis: Oh no...
Sis: ...you must be home if you have to see one so somebody can look after you.

Me: Somebody?
Me: You?

Sis: Uhrrmmm...
Sis: Normally they'll prescribe you some medicine if they'll know that you have excessive alcohol intakes.

(Now she also thinks I'm alcoholic)

Me: Meds?
Me: Like valium?

Sis: Yes.
Sis: You were taking valium when you were in college, right?
(on her usual sarcastic tone)

It's a given that she also thinks I was a heavy drug user before.
She once caught me when I was nineteen under the influence of "ice",
then she found out that I once tried valium when I was in 2nd year college;
had tried weeding and downed cough syrups in every slumber parties I attended;
took "E" in two occassions;
and my addiction with sleeping pills when I was twenty.
This made her want me to be rehabilitated but was then rejected by the institution since I did not qualify enough to be an addict.

Me: I told you I just slipped once and I did not like it.

Sis: It's not only valium that they're prescribing.
Sis: With your current lifestyle...

(I no longer have life and style!)

Sis: ...working at night,
Sis: the graveyard.

(I said I'm nocturnal!)

Sis: Difficulties to sleep on daytime.

(Who told you?)

Sis: Your depression triggered by simple things.

(Conversations like this.)

Sis: Sleeping pills.
Sis: Marilyn died because of nembutal.
Sis: Heath died with anti-depressant.

(Now she's killing me.)

Sis: You just can't afford to die right now.
Sis: You can't even save for a coffin...

Me: Hello?
Me: Hello???
Me: Sis?
Me: You're breaking up...
Me: Call me back!

Toot!

Oh,
I ran out of batteries.
I need some sleep.

Dear Heart: A Review

Currently playing:
"And I Don't Want You to Go" by Kyla

Q's "Ang Pinaka" has been one of my favorite TV shows.
I was able to watch "Ang Pinaka Paboritong Sharon Cuneta Movies" on YouTube where "Dear Heart" topped it all.
Sharon was even very emotional when she recalled the making of the movie.
It was her first and most memorable movie produced by Sining Silangan written and directed by Danny Zialcita.
With my love for Filipino Classic Films,
I bought a copy of the movie (along with Snooky Serna's "Blusang Itim") and watched it last weekend.
No wonder that Kris Aquino also loved the 1981's teeny bopper movie because April (Sharon's character) is portrayed as a 15 year old rich (coña)girl who fell inlove with Jimmy (Gabby Concepcion's character).

A YouTube fan commented that Sharon was the original taglish girl and not Kris.
Back in the late 70s,
kids from well-off families would talk in a mix tagalog and english;
"Is the gwapo guy still looking at me?",
"If you will not stop I will hit your head with the pamukpok.",
"Can you make abot the baso,
please?",
and the likes.

The movie was really tailored for Sharon,
and as what Zialcita told the press,
he tailored April's character from the real Sharon Cuneta.
Trivial and formulaic.
The movie was like a documentary of Sharon's blossoming.
A prediction of the Sharon-Gabby romance.
You'll be consumed with the thoughts of how they fell inlove with each other.
You'll think of KC.
You'll know how wealthy a Sharon Cuneta is.
How Gabby Concepcion resembles to Polo Ravales,
enough for both actors to play as father and son or Polo to play as Gabby on a reenactment from any of his cases.
You'll also think of how glamorous were the nannies of the rich families before (imagine your well-versed yaya wearing black grecian gown who looks like Suzanne Gonzales).
Overall,
you'll agree with Sharon why she doesn't want a remake of the movie.
You'll realize that "Dear Heart" is just for her and for Gabby.
I haven't eaten my Yanyan when I watched it for two days over and over again.

Next movie to buy:
"PS I Love You"

The Official Boyfriend

Currently playing:
"So Far Away" by Bamboo

I only had five serious relationships out of a hundred flings.
And out of this five,
my relationship with JM topped it all.

I called him.
It has been months since I last spoke to him.
I'm glad he's fine and he's working.
It was a sweet short call,
enough to make me smile at work.
I called him again at 1:30 in the morning as he requested.
He's drinking with his buddies.
We talked.
Talked.
And talked.
Until he mentioned the Maid in Kazakhstan.
Enough for me to hang-up.

Guess Who's Got a Girl?

Currently playing:
"Angels or Devils" by Dishwalla

The old lady from the diner came knocking on my door this afternoon asking if I can find Mr. Piney
-our PETEBull sole straight guy survivor,
Sigmund (we fondly call him "Sisig").

8:17 pm.
Sisig knocked with a box of Gonuts Donuts and a frail pretty girl on his left arm.
Her name is Mary.
Another straight guy got singled out.

The "No Rules" Rules

Currently playing:

"Wish You Were Here" by Incubus

A colleague asked me how's my boyfriend.
I told her that my boyfriend is 407.56 kilometers away.
When she asked me if we're going strong,
I told her we're strongly unrestricted.
No further questions asked.

My boyfriend(B2Y) of more than 3 years introduced a "no rules no regrets" arrangement when we decided to officialized our sado-masochistic relationship,
that's right after 2 years of love-hate courtship.
It was his way of setting the rules to prohibit me from intruding on his heterosexual activities,
all for his own selfish reasons.
A verbal agreement where I think it's also an advantage for me.

I met him when I was in 2nd year college and he was still a freshman.
He was a nobody then.
I just got out from my relationship of 8 years.
Playing around,
looking for a new love.
It was the time when I was getting somewhere with "I".
I was already making a name in college.
Wild.
Wicked.
And nasty.
While he was just a kid.
Skinny.
Nerdy.
And full of sarcasm.

We were making "it" on Superman's castle but there were lots of boys on the waiting line so we did not finish our anatomy class.
Few days later,
"I" and I were already drifting apart and I diverted my attention to him.
He'd challenged me most of the time,
and I played his games.
Until we ended up on the love detour.
Or should I say,
I pretended that I was so inlove with him
-it was a part of my vengeance when he once humiliated me,
and to show "I" that he was nothing.

To my surprise,
he's been very submissive for the first few months.
I eventually forgot about the "no rules" rules.
He'd pick me up after class.
Sends me home almost everyday.
He even introduced me to his parents when they were still alive.
We were doing fine,
then.
It seems that our set-up works well although it's purely non-committal.

We were inlove with each other yet we managed to live our own lives getting away with the norms checking each other's whereabouts,
demanding more time together,
and display affection in public.
Everybody knows that we are lovers,
but nobody knows what we have.
I got along well with his friends so I'm always aware of his whereabouts.
He was close to some of my friends,
but most of them disliked him.
He would prefer to spend time alone with me rather than going out with my friends.
But it's not (always) my idea of a good time.
You know me,
I'm a little bit of a bore.

Until he found out that I was still inlove with "I".
And we had a renewal of vows.
He was already somebody and became more confident of himself.
He started flirting and fooling around.
He was trying to hurt me emotionally,
but I took everything in a psychological manner.
He wanted to see me jealous,
it makes him fall more and more when he feels like I'm being possesive of him.
But I was already falling apart.
"I" made a quick comeback and I met MyBigMc.
We were still lovers but walls started to pile-up.
It goes on for months until his mom passed away.
I had a heart-to-heart talk with her few months before she got sick.
It was like a sign of her passing away when she asked me to take care of her son and to look after him when she's gone.
And then,
I became a replacement to her mother.

It was a promised that I kept for years and has been remembered when his father was ambushed last year.

Now,

I'm bound to become his adopted parents.

Miss Stress

Currently playing:
"I'm Not the Doctor" by Alanis Morrissette

For years,
I haver been liking married men,
attached men,
men in a relationship.
Well,
I just can't help myself thinking that they're the most attractive guys on earth since it's becoming a trend that good-looking guys nowadays are dating more good-looking guys.
Oh dear,
somebody just told me that it can't be helped since we are now facing the faggotry civilization.

All the good men are taken
-mostly by men.
The one's (straight men) left are becoming a commodity.
Now,
tell me if I still have a choice.

Going back to my preferred men.
The more I get involved with married men,
the more I achieve wickedness.
Oh by the way,
this is the third world.
Men in my country doing it with gays is not equals to men doing it with gays is also gay.
Those are just photo-copied culture by closet queens who wants to glamorized their unclassified preferences.
These are the same people who tried oppressing the transvestites.
Phack you all straight-acting but still obvious queers!
If you don't get it,
ask your hetero male friends,
I bet,
85% of them had experiences getting a head from the green-blooded vixens and it doesn't make them gay.
Oh,
why am I explaining?

Going back...

So,
on my recent trip to Lanai,
I met Jan's wife (and kids) and I suddenly saw Arvin and his family.
It was the first time that I realized that I am too good to become a mistress.
I can only be wicked whoring.

To be continued...

Bad Hair Day

Currently playing:

"Drama" by L7

The last time I had my hair fix was on August,

t'was the time when I went home.

It's always my hairstylist bestfriend,

Marvee,

that I get to meet first everytime I go home.

Getting my hair fix is always the first part of my itinerary.

I don't like trusting my do to anybody.

At least with Marvee,

she'd eventually know what suits my head-shape and match it on the latest trend.

It's always been a dilemma when I'm still brushing 15 minutes before going to work.

It only means one thing

-my crowns bending.

Another agony is the excessive hairfalls.

My gahd...

I'm going bald!

I called my sister the other day to inform that my head's heading to the city's main canal.

She told me that it's normal if I'm using a conditioner and advised to only wash my hair every other day.

But it's totally uncomfortable going out with unwashed hair,

it can trigger migraine.

I just can't use the imported brand of shampoo and conditioner that she recommended since my hair's used with specialized asian products.

Maybe I'll take Judy Ann's advise.

Ulk... tober Feast

Currently playing:

"Woman" by Portishead

Aaaarrggghhh!

I can't concentrate.
I've been punished by Mooh munching Choco Crunch and drinking the milk straight out from the box.
You know what it means but it's not the melamine.

I have a question.
What if you found out that your sister or your cousin's posing her naked glory on a pornsite?

My sister called me belting out from the top of her lungs because it has been rumored within the entire Grand Tribe that I was involved in a sex scandal.

I reacted bluntly thinking that the guy from the medical school had successfully captured our humping moments.

Or could it be from that boytoy that attempted to take my pictures while I was about to sleep.

I run to the chinatown to look for the unauthorized copies of my stolen videographed of illicit actions but to no avail.

I asked my equally-frigid cousin,

Raizza,

about the hoolah-balooh.

According to her,

our super conservative cousin (she's a church minister) from CDO arrived and made the shocking (and exaggerated) announcement over the family dinner last Sunday.

It was all about my primary photo on one of my online networking account where I took a picture of myself half-naked covering a part of my face and my right breast.

My statement which I stole from Brian Kinney's line on "Queer as Folk" also agitated her.

So instead of ordering dessert,

she ordered my sister to make me available on her next visit.

And the exaggeration was completed on my dear sister's tongue.

My cousin,

now thinks that I'm the newest pornsite queen.

Loves it!