Showing posts with label Phanks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Phanks. Show all posts

Friday, December 19, 2008

A Message From Hyperspace

Hello po sa iyo. Natanggap ko ang iyong regalo at nagpapasalamat ako dahil naalala mo ang kaarawan ko. Pasensya na kung sa mga panahong ito ay iniiwasan ko ang mga tawag at pakikibalita tungkol sa iyo. Masyado pa kasing sariwa ang lahat para pag-usapan natin ang mga bagay-bagay na nagdulot sa ating paghihiwalay. Nawa'y nasa mabuti kang kalagayan. Tingin ko naman ay suportado ka ng ate mo dahil amoy Europe pa ang mga damit na binigay mo sa akin. Pasensya na kung hindi ko masusuot yung isa, masyado na kasi itong malaki para sa akin. Sana ay ayos lang ang pag-aaral mo. Alam ko, mahirap sayo ang ganitong sitwasyon, subalit alam kong mas mahihirapan ka na nag-eexist tayong malabo ang takbo ng ating relasyon.

Saan ko man tingnan kasi, kinakailangan talaga nating magkahiwalay dalawa.

Maraming mga bagay ang hindi ko pa mabubuksan sa ngayon, ngunit lagi mo sanang pakatandaan na anumang tulong, suporta at paghihirap na ibinuhos ko sa iyo ay walang hinihinging kapalit. Huwag kang ma-guilty sa mga nangyari sapagkat nakikita kong nakaraan na natin yun. Sa halip, ipagpatuloy mo ang iyong nasimulan sa pag-aaral. Maging hamon sana sa iyo ang ating pinagdadaanan ngayong magkaiba na tayo ng landas. Hindi ako nagsakripisyo at nagsugal ng sarili ng napakahabang panahon upang malaman lang na sa bandang huli ay isusuko mo ang lahat ng ating pinaghirapan.

Huwag ka mag-alala, hindi ako galit at lalong hindi kita nakakalimutan. Sa araw-araw na pagbangon ko sa umaga ay naiisip pa rin kita. Subalit, gaano man ang attachment ko sa iyo, panahon naman para ayusin ko ang aking sariling buhay. Nawa'y maintindihan mo sana ito. Kung maari sana, bilang respeto sa anumang nagkaroon tayo, hinihiling ko sa iyo ang distansya mula sa akin. Tatanawin kong malaking bagay ang magkaroon ng katahimikan sa ating dalawa. Ito lang ang nakikita kong paraan para naman mahanap ko ang aking sarili at mabuo ang mga bahagi na inilaan ko sa iyo.

Sa iyong tagumpay ilang buwan mula ngayon, alam kong maiinitindihan mo ang mga sinasabi ko sa liham na ito. Saan mang sulok ng mundo ka makarating, sapat na sa akin ang malaman na binago ko ang iyong buhay. Hayaan mong magtagpo tayo sa panahong kaya na nating tumingin pareho sa mata ng isa't-isa. Ngayon kasi ay hindi patas ang takbo nating dalawa.

Hindi dito natatapos ang ating pag-uusap. Balang araw, tayo ay magtatagpo at ipapaintindi ko sa iyo kung saan tayo nagkamali sa relasyon.

Lagi kong dalangin ang iyong kalusugan, kapayapaan at kasiyahan sa piling ng mga taong tunay na nagmamahal sa iyo. Ito rin ang aking dasal para sa iyong pamilya, mga kaibigan at pati na rin sa taong mag-aalaga at gagabay sa iyo.

Maligayang Pasko at Isang Masaganang Bagong Taon.




//Message transmitted 0325 hrs Manila Time: Code Encryption: Nominal
//Point of Origin: LBC Com Relay Station, Sol G2V, Destination: Tholitz Star System

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Heart Of The Matter

Happy B-day po sayo! May you have many more birthdays to come. Pasensya na po medyo na-late na ako sa pagbati. Pero binati na po kita kahapon sa yahoo messenger. Sana po ay tanggapin mo itong mga munting regalo ko sa iyo. Sana'y ito po ang simula na magkaayos po tayo. Pasensya napo sa lahat-lahat. Alam ko na sobrang sakal ka na sa akin pero tulad ng pinangako ko sa iyo na kahit saan man ako mapunta at kahit ano ang mangyari sa akin, hinding hindi kita makakalimutan. Ikaw at ang family mo. You have contributed so much to my life and I am so thankful for that. Nawa'y pagdating ng tamang panahon na ako'y handang humarap sa iyo, andiyan ka pa rin at di mo ako pagtataguan o pagtatabuyan. I still believe I deserve a second chance. Tao lang ako at may hangganan. Sana'y bago ako makarating sa dulo ng buhay ko mapapatawad mo ako. Wala po akong regrets na makilala at makasama ka pati family mo for more than five years. Alam ko po ang laki ng kasalanan ko pero lahat pinagsisihan ko na yon. Nawa'y you're still open to talk with me anytime. Just remember po, after all my struggles, babalikan ko po kayo at sana that time po may capacity na ako na ikaw naman, kayo, ang tulungan ko. Pangako po yan! I'll always pray to God na swertehin ako sa buhay at kasama kayo lahat sa pangarap kong iyon. Mahal na mahal kita bilang buddy, bilang best friend, bilang kapatid. Wala na siguro ako masasabi pa kay God when the time na namit kita.

Nawa'y magkausap tayo, magkabati at sana'y matanggap mo ako muli.


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Half-naked,
I slowly walked out of the house
and stepped into the coldness of the street.
Leaning my back against the
the Tamaraw Van's icy hide,
I read his letter word for word,
searching his soul embedded
deep within what he wrote.

I wanted to shed tears, but I cannot.
I wanted to remember, and yet
I am dying to forget.
I tried to suspend my humanity
and put more fuel to the rage

And yet in the end,
after all the eluding and snubbing
and all the whining and resenting;
in the cover of darkness,
I look up in the sky
and began to mumble these words;

may he find solace and comfort
in the loneliest of the night.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Ghost In The Shell

In Ghost in the Shell, the word ghost is colloquial slang for an individual's consciousness. In the manga's futuristic society, science has redefined the ghost as the thing that differentiates a human being from a biological robot. Regardless of how much biological material is replaced with electronic or mechanical substitutes, as long as individuals retain their ghost, they retain their humanity and individuality.

Ghost in the Shell (Philosophy)
Wikipedia


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Alas-diyes ngayong gabi.

Nag-ring ang telepono habang ako ay nagsisipilyo sa banyo. Simula noong Oktubre ay naging patakaran na hindi ako maaring sumagot ng phone. Gayun din, mahigpit na ipinagbabawal kanino man ang sabihin sa tumatawag - kahit kanino - na ako'y naroon sa bahay.

Ako ay isang multo sa aking sariling teritoryo.

Sinagot ng kasambahay ang telepono. Noong una'y ayaw magpakilala ng tumatawag. Nang maglaon ay nabosesan ng tumatawag ang nakasagot. Na-assure ang caller na neutral ang nasa kabilang linya. Ito ay nagpakilala.

Si Phanks.

Sa tuwing nangyayari ang mga pagtawag o kaya nama'y pagcontact na katulad nito, unang apektado ang mood ko. Nakakaramdam ako ng takot, pagkalungkot, at pagkaawa sa kanya. Ito ay mga pakiramdam na anumang pilit kong intindihin ay hindi ko lubusang maunawaan. Sa aking desperasyong makapagtago - gaya noong minsang humingi siya ng pahintulot sa katulong upang mag-overnight sa bahay - ay napilitan akong tumambay sa Malate makasiguro lang na ituloy man niya ang kanyang balak ay hindi kami magtatagpo.

Saksi si Mama sa nangyari kanina at by now, malinaw na sa kanya ang aming naging fall-out. Noong sumilip nga ako sa sala kung saan siya naroon, ang kanyang hintuturo ay nakadikit sa kanyang labi. Nais niyang ipaabot na ako'y manahimik sapagkat ang aking tinataguan ay nasa kabilang linya lang.

Kung may idea man siya sa aming naging relasyon ay marahil ikinatuwa niya ang aming paghihiwalay. Hindi ko man ipaalam sa kanya ang mga detalye, subalit ang iwasan ang lalaking linggo-linggo mong pinapatuloy sa iyong kwarto ay isang malinaw na indikasyon na may di-magandang nangyari sa inyong dalawa.

Pilitin ko man ikubli, ngunit malinaw ang dahilan kung bakit napapadalas ang kanyang pagpaparamdam. Ilang araw mula ngayon ay sasapit na ang aking kaarawan. Siguro, sa kanyang tingin ay isang magandang pagkakataon kung naroon siya upang ipagdiwang ang araw ng aking kapanganakan.

Ang hindi niya alam ay ilang gabi ko nang pinaghahandaan kung paano magtatago sa araw na iyon.

Ito rin ang dahilan kung bakit higit na wala akong balak maghanda sa taong ito.

Marahil ay tama si G. Gaya ko ay hindi siya maka-move on sapagkat wala kaming closure. Ang mga bagay na naging dahilan ng aming paghihiwalay ay hindi ko malinaw na nalahad sa kanya. Ang kanyang pagsusumamo, at paghingi ng tawad at isa pang pagkakataon ay hindi na nakarating sa aking tenga. Paano kasi ay pinutol ko ang lahat ng aming ugnayan isang araw matapos akong bumitaw.

Ngunit sa totoo ay nahihirapan na ako.

Subukin ko man makipag-usap at bigyang tuldok ang aming paghihiwalay ay hindi ako handa. Tiyak na mauuwi ang aming usapan sa walang katapusang pang-hohostage ng aking kalooban. Naroong siya ay magmamakaawa, magbabanta, mananakot at gagamit ng kung anu-ano pang mga paraan para makipagbalikan na gugulo lamang sa aking kapayapaan.

Desperado na akong makawala at makapagsimulang muli.

Subalit ngayong nararamdaman ko ang yabag ng kanyang mga paa sa sahig,

at naririnig ko ang kaluskos ng kanyang mga kamay sa aking dingding,

ako etong parang hinahabol ng multo. Matagal pa ang umaga subalit paubos na ang mga lugar na aking mapag-kukublihan.

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He asked whether my birthday will fall on the 24th or on the ____ . The maid only gave a vague reply. Come to think of it, I know when his birthday is in a snap of a finger. The last time he celebrated it, I left my station earlier just to buy him a cake and deliver it all the way to his house in Camanava.

Despite the massive cracks that has already formed between us.

I always believe that separation will let you hold on to the things you cherish about the past, for it will never happen again. Now, I wonder if in those five years, he did really know. Or he just showed up whenever I invited him to stay over on the eve of my birth.

It makes you think...

and makes you more heartbroken.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Sightings and Apparitions

Metrowalk, Ortigas.

The months went by without the group seeing each other for a round of drinking and bonding. The Outsiders has been around since I turned PLU more than six years ago. Last Saturday was the first time they saw me single, after years of being in a relationship they have come to reject.

Among my barkada in the Odders, it is with Dodong I always confide my situation. That night, he had a news for me.

"Uy may tsismis ako sayo."

"Ano yun kapatid?" I was still beaming a smile knowing I had to share good things that night.

"Alam mo si Phanks, nag message sa aking sa Friendster."

Suddenly, it was like a cold gust of wind hit my face. Almost unconsciously, I grabbed a stick of yosi from a pack lying on the table.

"Ano sabi?"

"Gets mo na yun... Nagkaroon nga ako ng dilemma kung ire-relay ko sayo yung message o hindi eh."

"Ummm, can you give me some details?" The good vibes I bought at the reunion was no more, in its place was a feeling of dread and distraught upon knowing he still makes apparitions.

"Gusto niya makipagbalikan sayo."

During the early weeks of the break-up a lot of people speculated that a reconciliation is inevitable. After all, who would let a five-year relationship go to waste as easy as what I did. However, time has come when I realize that everything is going down the drain. The laptop, which I am still paying up to now was the catalyst that lead to our end. As the months go by knowing that I bleed for something that can never be mine, the more I resent whatever relationship I had in the past.

And lately, I feel like I'm in a crucible: The constant flashbacks of what I have been through resist all the burning desire to move on and start all over again. The chemical reaction melts me at some boiling point, only to harden again when a bad memory leaves me unfazed with any real chemical reaction.

"So anong sabi mo?"

"Hindi ako nagreply. Nakaka-bad trip nga eh, inaccept ko yung invitation niya, yun pala eh ganon lang ang balak niya sa akin."

"Kelan nangyari to?" I asked while lighting my second stick of cigarette.

"Mga two weeks ago."

At one point of the healing process, I told someone that the only time I'd be able to move on and have a sense of closure is when I learn that he found someone new. I would be assured that there's no need for me anymore and what we had will be under the bridge for him.

The news Dodong bought suddenly reminded me of an ex's confession the night we finally had a closure.

Raizen complained that in six months we've been together, I spoiled him so much that the ones who came after was no match to my feat. While I was steadily building my bonds with Phanks, there he was jumping from one failed gay relationship to another until he got tired of the cycle and moved on to another country to find work.

The last time I checked his Friendster account, he was with another man in his main profile. I presume that he is his new boyfriend.

Despite what Phanks had done to me - the heartaches, the emotional hostage takings, and all the times I felt I was taken for granted and used for his own advancement - my sincerest desire is for him to find another guy who could at least give him solace in this time of sadness. It is enough that I continue to suffer the trauma, but I will never find peace so long as the thoughts of his sudden return continues to haunt me.

Dodong may not be aware of it but the moment he ignored Phanks' request for intervention, he shielded me from all the emotional turmoil that I will have to face if the ex makes a very rude comeback. That night, my friends and I talked about the breakup and how I am barely coping up with my new-found singlehood. They had their thoughts and hesitations, but like all others who witnessed how my dream-like love story went into a spiral downfall, they were relieved that it's all over.

That I am finally free.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Ascendance to Emancipation




God give me strength to break free and break cleanly.

This will be one of the hardest detachments I will take in life.




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I'll tell you why. You're afraid. You're afraid that you will never find any happiness other than the one you have now, which stops you from making risks. It has been the consistent theme here in your blog, and pardon me for applying psychoanalytic readings in your writing (modesty aside, you should be flattered;i don't bother as much with other bloggers. :D ), but you're afraid of losing "your buddy",

*

You have to live your life, Joms. If you're really a "wanderer" like you claim to be, then wander away from that place...

... I can't help but feel disappointed that you're staying there to stagnate.

- comment from: Retention, Siege Malvar

Monday, July 7, 2008

Wanda Ilusyonada

Note:

Ang sabi nila, kapag umabot na sa rock-bottom ang iyong relasyon, it is best to seek advice from an effeminate for fresh insights daw about love. Ewan ko kung totoo yun. Basta ang alam ko, mas magaling sila mag-handle ng relasyon at mas masakripisyo sila sa kanilang mga boyfriend.

Isang bagay na pinanindigan kong gawin bago isuko ang naunsyame kong buhay pag-ibig ay balikan ang isang entry ni Wanda Ilusyonada na inaasahan kong makakapagbigay-gabay bago ako magbitaw ng desisyon.


Dahil sa entry na ito, pinili kong talikuran ang lahat ng poot at sa halip, pansamantalang tanggapin ang mga bagay-bagay para sa ikakatiwasay naming dalawa.

Saan ka man naroon Wanda. Salamat sa entry mong ito.

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Dennis da Chenes: ACT 1

"... but once in a while i get caught
unaware by the thought
that you cared once and
then
memories resurface once again ..."

- forever and a day


pag nakarami ka na ng beerangga at sesenglot-senglot ka na at naka-shombay kayo sa isang parking lot sa baguio at OA na utong mo sa pagka-baktong at yung bibig mo e umuusok kahit wichelles ka namang nagsusubarachi at si sunshine cruz e nagbabanta nang sumilip any monument, kahit aneklavu pa i-isplukatsina nung ka-chikka mong boylet e super deadma ka na.

kasi bet mo nang umeklipany-mae (matulog). tapos yung naririnig mo na lang e puro ka-eklatan.

take it away, ida. TIME SPACE WARP, NGAYON DIN!!!

college. kunu-kunuhang shala na hotel na wa namang heater yung shower. 3 days-2 nyts na field trip. ambaduy nung field trip. kahit baguio pa itu.

sabi ni dennis sakin, "ang ganda ng mga stars, no? eklat - eklat - eklat ... special tong gabi na to ... eklat - eklat - eklat ... parang pakiramdam ko lahat masasabi ko sayo ... eklat - eklat - eklat ... i dunno why im telling you all these ... eklat - eklat - eklat ... i like you ... (walang eklat tong part na itech) ... you know what, i like you ... eklat - eklat - eklat ... potah, anlamig. diyan ka lang, naiihi ako ..."

tapos chinikka pa niya kay atashi yung buong medical history nung pamilya niya. pati yung jinsan niyang jortista tsaka basketball player e paki ko naman, davah?? pati yung dis-abantejes ng pagkakaroon ng matangos na ilong (gaya nung tumatama yung ilong pag umiinom sa baso), pangto-two time ng dati niyang gufra-mae (gf), pati yung pagiging alcoholic ng pamilya niya na may i wonder ng O si atashi kung bakit niya ko pinapahirapan ng ganitembang.

at sa isang biglaang moment of saylenz e hinalikan niya yung lola mo. liptolelang galore. lipchukan to da max. siyempre polite-politan si atashi kaya naki-kiss na rin akiz ahihihihi at dahil may gulat factor ang kissing scene, may ka-join itung pangingilo ng iping nagkatamaan. ARAY!

aksyon spiks louder than words, mga bektas. sa aksyon na to, nabingi talaga ko. nag-disappearing act yung mga ka-eklatan, en por da pers taym in history e na-heardsung ko siya at yung gusto niyang sabihin.

AT PARANG UMINIT BIGLA SA BAGUIO, SAN KA PA???? (sabay kindat ang bakla hehehe)

pero may dramang pasabik yung lola mo. sabi ko, wag ngayon. wag dito. igalang mo pagka-babae ko. kasi na-sight ni atashi yung plashlight ni edGARDo angara. e bukas na yung polo ko at nashonggal ko na belt niya. lecheng mga sekyu to, may pagpapatrol pang nalalaman.

"akyat na tayo ..." sabi ni dennis. feeling ko na-offend siya na akechi yung unang lumayo sa eksenang lovapalooza.

"eh gusto kita ..." sabi ko. bumabawi si bakla.

"i know ..." sagot ni dennis. confident itech! nagfi-feeling na ampotah!!!

"anong you know?"

"hindi ko na nga namalayang wala na pala akong belt eh."

hehehehe skill yan. may lahing ninja yata tong badidang na to. wag ka mag-alala, papa-seminar ako.

tapos itinulog na lang namin yon. kinutuban akeiwang may second serving ng ka-eklatan eh. kamustahin naman natin ang puson, godivah?

nung sumunod na gabi, patulog na lahat. tumambay ako sa parking. sa mismong sulok kung san kami nag-lapchukan ni dennis. loner-loneran kunwari. hoping and wishing ang bakla na havs ng repeat performanz.

"may problema ka, bakla?" phone in question ni donita, ang bessie kong babaeng nyoklita, na kala mo siningaw ng lupa at may i apir itu bigla.

"umakyat ka na ..." sabi ko. "past your bed time na."

"as if naman tatangkad pa ko." kasi pinaglihi sa hobbit si donita. di ko lang ka-sure kung mabuhok rin yung paa niya. pero may duda ako hahahaha ..

"umakyat ka na sabi e!"

"uy! may poot ang delivery," side comment ni donita. "may booking ka, no?"

"wala," sagot ko.

"umamin ka, bakla. kilala kita. hindi ka bababa ng baguio nang wala kang ginagawa."

kureksyon, donita. nagawa. past tenz itu

"kala mo naman sakin, pokpok ..." depensa ni atashi.

"hindi. tamang makati lang ... mag caladryl ka nga." at nagsimula siyang magtuturo ng kung sinu-sino, "siguro yun yung booking mo ... ANG KATI MO TALAGA!!!"

"AY! sumpa ka, impakta!"

tama namang dumaan non sina dennis pati yung tropa niyang adik sa ragnarok na kung bet mong jumoin sa clan-clanan nila e kelangan may dsl ka sa balur mez, nagra-ragna ka tsaka kelangang pagtuunin ng karampatang pag galang ang lahat ng klase ng beerlalei at alkohol sa 7-11.

literal na dinaanan lang akiz non ni dennis. wa pabati. wa chikka factor. wa haller at kung anufaflu. wa man lang kiss, kahit hindi french. kahit yung flying lang.

bitter-bitteran ang bakla na bumuntot sa hobbit pabalik sa hotel. asa ka pa. wala ka nang kiss chenes-chenes.

tapos tumunog yung nyelpons ni atashi. si dennis. nagpadala ng smiley hehehehe (punyeta, ba't kinikilig pa rin ako???? ambabaw ampotah!!!)

sa 9 months na tinagal namin, maraming moments na sumagi sa isip ni atashing kumalas na. parang naging habit ko na nga siya non. wit ko lang ka-sure kung talagang hurt-hurtan akechi o betsung ko lang mag power trip at mag feeling na pipigilan niya ko. aminin, bin der bin dat babaeng bundat ka na sa mga eksenang ganito.

pero say nga ni dennis nung unang attempt kong makipag-break, "nobody said this was easy." awwwww ... LECHE! planado na sana yung kilig episode ni atashi kaya lang na-discovery channel ng lola mo na pinirata sa songhits yung linya. KABOG!

pero simula nung moment na yon, tuwing sinusumpong ako ng mannerism kong makipag-quits na lang at break na, bumabalik ako dun sa umpisa. kung saan lahat nagsimula. hindi ako literal na umaakyat sa bagyo. kumbaga sa negosyete tsaka sineskwela, magbalik aral tayo ...

sa ka-eklatan. sa smiley. sa kauna-unahang lovapalooza. at sa malamig at mahamog na parking lot sa baguio.

kasi, at eto tandaan mo tuwing nalulubak yung relasyon mo, "nobody said this was easy ..."

pero yung sagot ko don, "no one ever said it would be this hard ... oh take me back to the start ..."

kamusta naman, davah? sa na-unsiyameng relasyon namin ni dennis, na mala-cheapipay na hayskul musical ang drama, gamit na gamit yung songhits talaga. san ka pa!?!

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Wanda Ilusyonada Blog

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Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh take me back to the start

- Coldplay, The Scientist

Monday, April 21, 2008

Ikalima

Ang pangarap ng iba ay naging pangarap ko rin.

At gaya ng mga hopeless romantic sa mundo, may ideal buddy type rin ako. Ngunit dahil alam ng lahat na taken ako, inapplicable sa akin ang tanong tungkol sa ideal partner. Madalas, ang nababanggit ko lang ay ang tipo ng lalaki na gusto kong kalaro sa kama. Sila yung masarap karomansa, lalo na kung gusto mong may kalimutang bahagi ng iyong pagkatao.

Moreno, lean ang katawan, chinito, semikal, matangos ang ilong, maangas sa kilos at pag-asta. Ilan na ba ang sinabihan ko ng mga physical attributes na ito? Di ko na rin mabilang sa totoo lang. Ngunit gaya ng ideal, ang mga katangiang ito ay hanggang pangarap lamang. Sa totoo, it's the personality that makes us connect with the person. Sa tulad ko, palasak na ang konseptong ideal at madalas kumakagat ako sa unang magpaparamdam sa akin ng intimate affection. Wala sa akin ang ideal sapagkat gaya nga ng sinasabi ko paulit-ulit noon, we mold the person until he becomes close to our ideal.

Ngunit paano, kung ang taong unti-unti nating minomold ay dahan-dahan ring nade-deform sa pagdaan ng panahon? Paano ka magre-respond sa sitwasyon na nakikita mo ang pagkukulang sa taong pinakikisamahan mo?

Makipaghiwalay at maghanap ng bago?

Tanggapin ang kanyang mga pagkukulang at magpretend na masaya pa rin ang mundo?

Hanapin ang kanyang mga natitirang good qualities na nakikita mo pa, at palawagin ito sa iyong utak hanggang sa makalimutan mo lahat ng kanyang mga pagkukulang?

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Marami akong pangarap sa ideal kong relasyon noon...

Nangarap akong magkaroon ng buddy na magiging matigas para sa akin sa tuwing ako ang naliligalig at walang magawa sa isang sitwasyon. Nangarap ako na sa tuwing wala akong maisasagot sa tanong ng mundo, siya ang magbibigay kasagutan para sa aming dalawa.

Nangarap ako ng isang travelling companion. Baguio, Bicol, Ilocos - kahit saan pang dako ng mundo kami makaabot. Naghahanap ako ng tipong hindi ka manghihinayang isama dahil alam mong kaya ka niyang protektahan sa paraang kaya mo siyang bigyan ng proteksyon. Naghahanap ako ng tipong hindi ko proproblemahin ang pag-iinarte o kaya naman ang gastos sa aming paglalakbay.

Nangarap akong ma-treat sa isang restaurant. Yung tipo bang gigimik kami na hati sa gastos at hindi na lang laging ako ang taya. Nangarap akong minsan ay masundo man lang sa trabaho. Ang sarap siguro ng pakiramdam na may nag-aabang sa iyong isang makisig na binata paglabas mo ng lobby ng iyong opisina. Nangarap akong may ka-jamming sa music. Yung hindi tipong ang alam lang niyang mga kumakanta ay yung napapanood niya sa SOP o kaya naman sa ASAP.

Nangarap ako na may dadalhin sa bahay na tipong pupunta roon hindi upang may gawin sa aking computer para sa kanyang academics. Kung siya man ay maliligaw sa amin ay para makipanood ng DVD o kaya naman ay makiusyosyo sa mga games na madalas kong nilalaro sa tuwing ako'y nalalagi sa bahay. Nangarap ako ng isang partner na tatawagin akong asawa, not just by name pero asawa sa isip, salita at gawa. Ayokong matawag na asawa sa tuwing may hihinging pabor lang sa akin o kaya naman ay sa tuwing ako lang ay maalala.

Nangarap ako ng isang kasama na alam kong mag-aalaga sa akin tuwing ako'y nagkakasakit and not always the other way around. Kapag may sakit kasi ako kadalasan ay tinatago ko pa ito sa kanya para hindi siya ma-depress at magkasakit naman sa susunod na mabalitaan ko. Nangarap ako ng isang kapartner na makakasundo ko sa lahat ng ka-weirduhan ng buhay, at hindi lamang magtutuon ng atensyon sa mga materyal na bagay. Nangarap ako ng isang kapantay o mas hihigit pa sa akin - isang buddy na hindi ko lang matatawag na partner kundi pati kuya, sir o pati na rin daddy.

Pero hindi yata ito ang tinadhana sa akin.

Ang sarap mangarap. Lalo na't hindi mo pa nararanasan ang mga bagay na ito.

Ang sarap mangarap... Lalo na't ikaw ay pinanghihinaan na ng loob.

Hindi ako bitter at lalong hindi ako galit. Alam kong unfair ang gumawa ng mga obserbasyong ganito sapagkat maaring hindi ko lang nakikita ang mga binahagi niya sa akin. Ngunit sa tuwing matatanong ko kung ano bang meron sa hinaharap, hindi ko maiwasan bumalik sa aking mga pinangarap.

Parang ang sarap sarap mag time-space warp sa panahong nagsisimula pa lang ako't wala pa sa isipan ko ang jadedness ng buhay na pinasok ko.

Alam ko, bukas o kaya naman sa makalawa ay malilimutan ko rin ito. Ang mga pangarap ay mapapalitan muli ng katotohanan - ng role na kailangan kong gampanan para sa aming dalawa. Malay natin, isang distress call lang pala ang siyang magpapabalik sa status-quo ng aking buhay pag-ibig. Who knows, isang mabuting balita lang pala ang siyang magpapalakas sa aming dalawa.

Pero sa totoo, nasanay na yata ako ng panahon na maging mapag-isa. I think I am bound to grow old on my own.

At tama ang sinabi ko sa "alliance" noong inuman noong sabado.

Sa dinami-dami ng kailangang makalimutan, ang Ikalima pa ang nawala sa kanyang isipan. Hindi man niya ito tuluyang nakalimutan, pero ramdam kong wala na ang halaga ng araw na ito para sa kanya.

Hindi ako galit. Hindi rin ito magreresulta sa pagrerebelde at lalong hindi ito magiging dahilan upang ideklara ang aking kalayaan.

Ngunit kung tatanungin mo ako tungkol sa aking totoong nararamdaman,

isa lang ang masasabi ko.

I feel so empty.

Anuman ang gawing kong pagpapanggap na okay lang ako sa sitwasyon, tao lang ako para hindi makaramdam ng panghihinayang.

---

Ganito man kasakit ang nangyari, alam kong mahal ko pa rin siya.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Damage Control

10:30 in the evening.

The hosts started throwing free posters to the crowd below. While everyone was busy shoving each other and jumping to get the airborne posters, a teenager suddenly jerked the strap that held my N70 to my belt holder. I felt the force of his jerking and before he was able to snatch my gadget, I caught his arm and started making cusses at him. He tried to run away but he stubbornly tried to get off my grip. I knew it was him, but I felt he had company. When he ceased resisting, he raised his arm and told me "wala sa akin ang phone mo." Immediately I realized that he indeed had company. My first reaction was to back off for self preservation. These thoughts crossed my head: What if these kids get back at me? What if one of them had a weapon that he could use against me?

I tried to regain my composure amidst the spiraling confusion. Where would I seek help? Are the security guards roving? Maybe they could help me. Perhaps it's no use running after them - I can't even remember what their faces look like. When I reported it to the authorities, we returned to the crime scene in hopes that the kids were still there. The police were in full force checking out bags and jackets of those they see as a possible suspect. There were a lot of emo kids in the gig and to search them all would be a violation of their rights to have fun. It turned out that two ladies also lost their phone at the time I lost mine. Yes, it was a joint effort on the snatcher's part. I concluded that there's no use running after them anymore.

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Philcoa, 20 minutes after the snatching happened.

I searched for a pay phone so I could call my mom and tell her that I am safe. I knew she would call me anytime soon since it was getting late. Fortunately, I found one a few steps away from a sing-along bar below the overpass. To keep her away from worrying, I told her that she could not contact me anymore. My phone had died because my battery is already empty. I told her to expect my arrival in an hour.

I hailed a taxi after I have assured her of my safety.

---

Congressional Road, 15 minutes later.

I got out of the cab at the corner of Edsa. The driver's taxi meter was overcharging me. I'm still very far from my destination and my money isn't enough to get me there. There was an ATM nearby. I withdrew 400 pesos from my ATM. Since I was racing against time, I boarded a jeep that suddenly stopped in front of me.

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Monumento, quarter before midnight.

They could choose a better night to hold the Miss Caloocan Beauty Pageant, but instead the organizers held it this evening. Traffic along Edsa approaching the Pugad Lawin Rotunda was bad. I had to get out of the Jeep that I boarded in Congressional Road to beat my one hour deadline that I told my mom earlier. Another empty cab passed in front of me and I hailed it. Traffic was bad, but it would be much worse if I continued walking.

Tired and emotionally scarred, the realization of my phone being snatched from me had begun sinking in. Valenzuela was still 30 minutes away and I still have to reach my destination.

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12:15 AM

"Bakit ka nandito?" He asked me, his face slightly puzzled at my sudden and unexpected arrival at his gate.

"Na-snatch phone ko. Hindi ko alam cell number mo." I replied.

As mentioned in my previous post, the one thing that binds us together is our communication. Never did I fail to inform him of my arrival at home. He does the same to me. To break it suddenly would leave him worried all night. It is our habit and to break it prematurely would leave the other sleeplessly anxious about the other's safety. So I had to do some damage control. First is to make sure my mom knows that I'm safe, even if she's not aware that I don't have my phone anymore. And second is to let my buddy know that I don't have my phone anymore and I have to get his cell number, office number, and the numbers of his sisters which I decided to keep as well in case of emergency.

This is how I run my relationship. This is why DN and Rod started calling me their "nanay."

As my mom always say; "all bases should be considered and covered. There are people who hang to your every word."

---

1 am.

Landline: Kamusta ka na po pangga? Andito na ako sa bahay. Huwag ka na po magalala ha! Tulog ka na po. I love you.


Thursday, February 14, 2008

Phankspace (Last Part)

"Oi kumain ka na ng lunch mo?" I asked him on the phone.

"Hindi pa po... bakit?" He reluctantly answered. The street where I was walking was buzzing with activity. Sidecar drivers pass by hawking for passengers to ride their bike. A street peddler was shoving the stalk of roses he was selling to a college student and elementary pupils oblivious to the intimate occasion wore heart necklaces strapped around their tiny necks while running to cross the street. I didn't even bother to stop in a safe corner to talk to him about my proposal. What's important was to secure his approval before I ride the LRT Purple Line going to his office.

"Sabay na tayo mag-lunch. 12:30, Gary's tayo." I said. Knowing what I had in mind, he immediately assured me that he would wait for my arrival.

The short trip going to Ermita was uneventful at best. I felt indifferent to the people around me because I wasn't feeling well and I had a serious stomachache problem that pestered me the whole morning. Thoughts of illness still lingered in my head, but I tried to keep my best mood for the occasion.

After all, I called for a date which we haven't done for a very long time.

Our relationship can be considered an unconventional one. In fact, we're closer to being fuck buddies than being a couple. Nobody among my new friends and acquaintances have seen him in person. I go out at night to party or meet people without his permission. I don't know the people he hang out with or the activities he do during his free time. I didn't bother to know those things, unless I would like to stir a conflict between us.

However, despite his seemingly relaxed hold on me, our attachment to one another had never grown weak. We talk to one another every morning and before going to sleep. He goes to my place every week, usually to use my computer for his assignments. Sometimes he just goes home to sleep beside me. For the longest time we've been together, hugs and kisses remain our most valuable resource.

I arrived earlier in the restaurant. The moment I stopped walking, I saw him smiling as he approached me. His boyish charm, short semikal hair and short height had never change since we first met five years ago. Maybe the only difference now is that we're still together and we have obviously grown up. As always, I don't usually talk when he's around. That's why I always get bored when we go out. I don't know where I got such attitude, but remembering the other two relationships I had before him, the same problem came up too.

Our silence was broken when he asked me what dish I would like to order. I told him I'd pick Lechon Macau, a dish I choose whenever we dine in that restaurant. He told me to make it two, since he chose the same dish that I picked up. I paid the bill then we proceeded to find a table that is placed far from other tables in the dining area. But before we were able to leave the queue, my date whispered something that made me smile for the first time this afternoon.

"Happy Valentines... I love you."

The smile which he put on my face was still there when we found a table with three chairs. It was located across the corridor leading to the bathroom. It's place was relatively far from other chairs which might have put us in a spotlight. Unfortunately, the smile that he put on my face was immediately replaced by a squirming pain. My stomach began to heave uncomfortably the moment we settled down. We barely got to talk because I immediately made a mad dash to the toilet the moment I saw bathroom door swung open .

When I got out feeling much better, our food had been served. My date was waiting for me worried about my worsening condition. I told him that I was fine - that maybe what I need is something to eat. He told me that he ordered an extra rice because a single cup would not give him a full meal. His excuse left a grin on my face knowing that between him and me, I was the one who needs more nutrients to sustain my weak body.

I was finished with my plate when he was about to start filling his with the extra rice he ordered earlier. He offered half of it to me, but I told him that I'm already full. Again, the worries started to show on his face. To assure him that I'm alright, I explained that the reason why I eat so little is because I already taught myself to lessen my appetite. He told me that I'm killing myself with my diet. I acknowledged his concerns because they were grounded on facts. These well-being troubles only started appearing when I started cutting my my food intake by half.

Looking at his troubled face, I could not take away my thoughts from the last time we've been intimate with one another. We did nothing, but the sweetness of sleeping both naked, with arms wrapped around each other's body and my hard prick poking his soft butt skin made me long for him even more. Without any forewarning these words blurted freely from my heart:

"Alam mo miss na miss na kita."

He was obviously shocked, unable to grasp what he just heard from me. He was blushing and while our table was located far from other diners, those who were seated close to us might have heard what I said. I did nothing to stop myself from telling him what I feel. It was a true longing to his presence. It was something which I have grown to enjoy now that I don't think of anything else except my shrinking little world.

He never said anything about what I said. My words might have been a big pill to swallow and he was having a hard time grasping the straightforwardness of my emotions. We didn't stay long after that. It was already past 1 pm and his lunch break is over. I, on the other hand should be heading for work unless I would like to come late. We left the restaurant feeling as if things were just ordinary. After all, for other couples, such lunch date is just a part of their daily routine.

Inside the FX, TL sent me a text message asking how my Valentines Day was. I told him that I had a lunch date with Phanks and that's all we had. Strangely he replied not by asking me "Yun lang?" or "Wala na kayong balak na iba?" which others might have asked me. Knowing TL, I know how he values simplicity especially when celebrating a special day like Valentines. He told me that Bebhe was sick and much as he would like to go out with his buddy, he spent the day lying by his side and taking care of him.

"Ok lang yan," I texted back. "That's worth a million expensive dates put together. The simpler u celebrate valentines, the more u appreciate its true essence."

---

As we were about to leave the restaurant, I was tempted to ask him to go to the bathroom. Maybe, just maybe, he would allow me to give him a kiss and a hug, anything that would make this day something more than just the ordinary.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Mission Aborted

Taft Avenue hummed of silence
while J. Nakpil was being patrolled
by a lone mobile police unit.

He found himself scurrying
along the empty street
of Remedios. He turned right
towards a queer corner where the
infamous E stands proudly amongst the sleeping
row of apartments in that lane.

Just outside the entrance, three men were chatting.
His presence distracted one of the gentleman
and he took a long glance at the passing rookie.
The rookie asserts his control and avoided
a response from the aggressive gentleman.
Probably the guy is not his type. That's why he never showed
any motive or interest towards this person who now staring at him.

Reaching a flight of stairs
and into the reception area,
he heard several men
belting a song played
at the videoke bar.
"Divas on the loose,"
he told himself.
"He will not like what
he will see inside."
the rookie murmured.

Nevertheless, his objectives have already been set.
It was to explore the promiscuous place
and unleash his hidden demons demanding
to be set free. True to his Sagittaron heritage,
these creatures he keep remains wild and free.
It is his nature. He cannot deny anymore their
raging existence.

Without anyone to control him,
he was willing to take the plunge.
Even if at the back of his mind,
danger and humiliation were everywhere.

Police raids...
Being discovered by someone he doesn't want his identity revealed...
Being rejected by a person he considers his ultimate trip...

The dice being casted
And his fate already sealed
The attack is very imminent.

However, a split-second before he
was able to give the P300 peso entrance
payment to the male receptionist,

His phone rang a familiar message received tune.

"kol ka po," the message said.

Someone held him at gunpoint.
His inner demons unable to move.

As quick as he was able to muster a force
to enter a place he wasn't prepared to raid,
a last-minute phone call enabled his better angel
to abort the attack.

In the face of a strong tactical intervention,
even the possessed must relinquish the control
back to his normal, domesticated self.

---

Darkstar: Too bad kid, aborted plans tonight. Next time maybe?

Kitsune: Damn, I'm already prepared to have a fuck.

Mugen: Phew, that's strange. Maybe he felt your move guys.

Pulsar: Yeah he did. Now, back off Kitsune. Darkstar balik mo na ang control kay Mugen.

Monday, December 3, 2007

Phankspace (Second Part)

"Ang laki-laki talaga!!"

I remarked while my eyes turned around to inspect the kitchen, the dining area and the living room. After the wild abandonment session, (which ended after my buddy gave me a warm bath) Phanks resumed his laundry duties leaving me idle and with nothing else to do. I went around to feel his loft, hoping to learn his inner personality.

Truth is, even if we see each other every week, I don't know many things about my partner outside the confines of our relationship. All I know is that he is a terrible flirt, he loves the divas - especially Regine and he is a very hard worker. Between the two of us, he is more into mainstream. He wouldn't mind watching variety shows or listen to jologs music (like those being played in Love Radio). Our personality contrasts so much that I sometimes ask myself how we are able to last this long without getting bored with one another. One thing I also noticed is that the more we grow older, the more he becomes effeminate.

Which strangely, doesn't concern me at all.

Last week, I intercepted a message he sent to a girl friend confiding that he misses having a "companion." I interpreted the word "companion" as someone else aside from me since the girl replied in a giggly tone. She implied that my buddy has an "anonymous textmate" and even encourages him to meet this person. It did affect me for a brief moment and I seriously considered confronting him about this latest cat-and-mouse game between us. However, I immediately realized that in the way I project myself lately, it is as if I'm the epitome of singlehood. Nobody among my new friends have ever seen my buddy and me showing up together in a group gathering.

So I guess we're just quits.

Nevertheless, the issue isn't the textmate or what his girl friend said. Spoken between the words of the text message is the undeniable loneliness my buddy feels living alone. There were many times, he would tell me how he wished we're living together - especially after his brother had left. He would even insist that I should hang-out more in his place the soonest I could find time to go to Valenzuela. Much as I would love to accept his offer, he knows that my feet is deeply rooted at home. In our four years of being a couple, I've grown used to him staying in my place rather than me sleeping over in his home.

That is why I somehow sympathized with him. That same afternoon, much as I would lose money with my decision, I decided to buy him a second-hand TV.

I could not simply bear the fact that I have my cable TV, my internet and computer games at home, while he have to endure the madness of weekends in deafening, solitary silence with a simple transistor radio as company.

The TV would be my present for him this Christmas.

---

-tobecontinued-

Sunday, December 2, 2007

Phankspace (First Part)

Tucked at the edge of a three-unit compound, his home rests behind a row of chicken-feed stores that keep his little kingdom away from the bustling and busy main street of Karuhatan. His place is a one-bedroom, one bathroom loft. When he described the unit to me during the time he found it for rent, Phanks said that it was the most beautiful place he had set foot in his weeks of scouting for a new apartment. He even begged that I lend him money for the down-payment before others could occupy the place.

Much to my initial resistance, I eventually gave in. With my financial backing, he was able to secure the place. He moved in together with his brother, his brother's girlfriend and the teenage daughter of her brother's girlfriend. However, things did not go well between the four of them. A conflict ensued and since my buddy is the one paying the rent, everyone else got booted out.

Two weeks after his brother had left for the province, he asked me to pay him a visit. After more than a year of not setting foot in Valenzuela, I got to finally hang-out in my boyfriend's new home.

---

The moment I entered the compound's main gate, the serenity of the place immediately took over. Unlike the disorienting street a few steps behind me, the narrow passage leading to the courtyard had muffled the sounds outside effectively, that one can barely hear the honking of passenger jeeps or the engine of a passing motorcycle. The calmness of the compound was so strange, it almost felt like nobody lives there except my buddy.

He opened the door and welcomed me to his loft. The main room alone, which includes the kitchen and the dining area was so spacious and the racks were well-arranged, I blurted to my buddy, "ang ganda naman ng bagong bahay mo." He returned a smile to my complement.

You see, his last apartment was far different from this new one. Aside from being located in a multi-story tenement, the walls of his old home was devoid of any paint or concrete, it exposed the hollow blocks, which made the entire place craggy and dirty. His new home doesn't just have walls that are smoothened and painted, it has its own laundry area where one can dry clothes without the risk of them being stolen.

Phanks lead me to his bedroom, where the late-afternoon sun's rays passes through the jalousie windows. He hugged me tight and I kissed him in return. Then, he asked me to lie down on his bed to take a rest from my long journey. However, I felt very restless. The thought that I can do whatever I want with him, without the risk of making loud noises made me extremely kinky I immediately grabbed him by his waist, took off his sleeveless shirt and forced him to lie down on top of me.

That afternoon, it was he who got impaled by a relatively long pole which he kept on complaining,

"ang laki-laki naman."

---

-tobecontinued-

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Nocturne 2

May nakitulog na boylet sa kwarto kagabi.

Shorts and sando ko pa ang suot niya.

Sa lingguhang niyang pag-overnight sa amin, hindi na ako magtataka kung magkaroon ng idea ang nanay, ang utol at ang mga kasambahay ko na may relasyon kami.

Mahigit apat na taon na rin naman nila siyang nakikita na kabuntot ko eh.

And no matter how I appear single in groups and in person; no matter how I sometimes get distracted by my other "covert" activities,

I cannot deny the fact that we lasted this long.

Perhaps, despite my apprehensions of believing that there is forever, we might be, in the end destined to stick together.

We might be meant to stay for a lifetime.

---

Saw your name written on the ceiling
Not sure if I'm still dreaming of you
I've seen you in my sleep

- Nocturne, Spongecola

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Refugee

He was there with me and his heartwarming presence ensures that no matter how many troubles and rebellions I wage against him, he will forever remain irreplaceable.

Today will go down in my history as the day my month-long, self-imposed domesticity was validated and reinforced by my buddy.

- A Massage To Remember, August 15, 2007

---

You are his family

- The Tripper, Yahoo Messanger

---

He arrived home last night trying to appear normal and cheerful despite his deteriorating health condition. For the past several days, demands at school and work had left him suffering from stress and overfatigue. It was further worsened by his stubbornness and perfectionist attitude that he even skip meals just to rush his papers. I told him many times to look after his health but he never listened. It even became a contention between us, until the previous day, when I bought him vitamins and Vicks Vaporub from my own dwindling resources.

He immediately went up to my room while I continued eating dinner and then taking a bath after. When I followed him upstairs later, I saw him lying on the bed still on his work clothes. By looking at how his face flushed and his body shivers, I knew that he was not feeling very well. His deep breathing and complains of muscle pains compelled me to do something in order to make his condition improve a little better.

---

I removed his shirt and pants and helped him change to a more comfortable outfit. His skin was burning with fever so I knew that my first goal is to make him sweat. Taking a cue as to what he had done before, I took from his bag the vaporub that I bought him previously.

Dabbing the ointment with my two fingers, I rubbed his body beginning with his chest going to his tummy. Whenever he gently held my hand to the part which hurts, I made sure to work on it by squeezing that body part in hopes that may gentle massage could take away the sore and pain from it.

I proceeded to his back by rubbing it with generous amount of ointment. I may not be a good masseur like him, but I still believe in the power of touch. My hands worked its way from his hips up to his shoulders, making sure that every sore of his was well attended. Finally, when every part of his body was completely covered by ointment, I wrapped him with a thick blanket and hugged him tight until he fell asleep in my arms. Occasionally he would cough in close proximity to me, but it does not matter. If a flu virus will put me down soon, at least it was from him and not from someone at work. At his most weakened state, the only thing that mattered to me was that I must be there for him;

He must never feel alone.

An hour later, his part of the bed was already drenched with sweat. His body temperature returned to normal and the flushing on his face already ceased. He was already feeling much better and was sound asleep while I watched over him.

---

As I looked at him sleeping beside me, I felt a slight sense of guilt knowing that these past few days, I discouraged him to stay at home to do his papers. You see, his frequency last week was close to being questioned at home, not only because of his mere presence, but his stay adds up to the valuable resources that we have to give up in order to accommodate him. Practicality is cruel, but that is how the world really works. Fortunately, nobody openly complained about his frequent stay over. However I felt that they were beginning to question his presence and his relationship to me.

For what it's worth, even if there are questions and doubts that surround my relationship with Phanks, what is important is that the essentials remain. As I have always said over and over again, infatuation deceives; love can be questioned and commitment can be twisted according to one's whims and capriciousness; Fidelity and exclusivity itself do get compromised. But when one knows where one's heart stay; when one still clearly knows who his priority is, I believe that any shortcomings can be overlooked. Moki once said that if the pieces does not work properly, then the whole will never function effectively at all.

In our case, I clearly see where our disabilities lie and I intend to leave things that way. Some of the pieces that complete us may not be there anymore, but so long as the need for us to remain together remains strong -

- like what happened last night.

The whole, which comprises the two of us will still work, even if surprise distractions come into our way.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

A Massage To Remember

It all began with a tight hug. I was experiencing some violent chills and he felt that my whole body was burning. He rose up and told me to move at the other side of the bed. He then laid back placing himself between me and the wheezing electric fan.

I told him that I am alright. The fever will soon dissipate and he should just sleep instead of worrying about me. But he was stubborn and restless; he rose up, went outside the room and then after a few minutes, returned with a huge mug of water.

"Drink this," he said.

Unable to stand up, he assisted me by placing his hand on my back and then gently pulled me up. I drank only a tiny portion of the water since my throat hurts. As I began to cough badly, the rain outside started to pour like there's no tomorrow. The skies were as dark as coal but his presence made me feel that despite the bad weather and the foul illness,

Everything was sunny and clear around me.

---

He then told me to lie down.

A few seconds later, he dabbed a finger-full of Vicks Vaporub on my aching back. His hands began to move gently, squeezing every muscle sore that I felt. He was like a seasoned masseur, except that he was never a stranger. From my back, he worked his way towards my hips, then on my shoulders, my chest and my biceps until his soft hands clasped my hands and pulled my fingers until it popped. Occasionally he would kiss a part of my body, as if telling that part of the skin he kissed that everything will be alright.

When his massage was finished. I held his hand and I told him that of all the parts of my body he squeezed, he missed one part that sought his massage most:

My front...

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If there is one bright moment in my life I felt my buddy the most, I consider this morning's intimate consummation one of them. I complain all the time that I am the one exerting more efforts to make my presence felt.

But when his hands squeezed my back and when I saw his worried eyes looked at me while I chilled in a fetal position because of a high fever; When his arms wrapped itself around my torso just to provide me with extra warmth, and his deep slow thrusts made me feel his entirety inside me,

He was there with me and his heartwarming presence ensures that no matter how many troubles and rebellions I wage against him, he will forever remain irreplaceable.

Today will go down in my history as the day my month-long, self-imposed domesticity was validated and reinforced by my buddy.

Friday, July 20, 2007

Letting Darkstar Sleep (Again)

"Sa panaginip ko, may dalawa daw na lalaki na lumalapit sa akin. Pero yung dalawang yun eh ikaw din, tapos nag-set akong makipagmeet dun sa isa. Sadya namang nagpakita yung isa pa kasabay nung ka-meet ko. Tuloy hindi ko alam kung sino pipiliin sa dalawa, natakot ako."

- Phanks

---

Jokingly I told him, "ayaw mo nun, dalawa silang ako sa buhay mo?" He said he doesn't want anyone else but the one me. Beneath our light phone conversation this afternoon, I was astounded to learn that somehow, his subconsciousness is beginning to find out the two sides of me - the wild and untamed Darkstar, and the self-controlling and nurturing Pulsar.

Truth is, I am not an ideal buddy. The blog has been witness to all the crimes I have committed against him. Nevertheless, I try to keep whatever shortcomings he committed against me so as not to aggravate the situation. I have ignored all those taken-for-granted moments, the frustration moments, the feeling of being used moments - all of them so that I would not be constantly reminded of why I love to rebel most of the time.

But in this case when the invisible connection that links us together has make itself appear again - this time in his dream, I begin to wonder whether I should take it as a sign that "I should make an effort to reconcile the two sides of me."

Before I started writing this entry, I tried to reflect whether is it still possible to shut Darkstar - after all the freedom and liberty he had tasted before. I think it is not possible - unless probably, Phanks decides to live with me. The Pandora's Box has long been opened and sadly, there is no way to close it again.

Yet, to ignore his dream; to not take seriously his text message that woke me up at 4 am in the morning just to tell me that he had a very bad dream, would be a slap to the unexplainable bond that still holds us together. I know it is there and my subconsciousness is aware of its existence. There were many times it forewarned me of troubles my significant other is facing at a certain moment.

So far, even if my fidelity has now become increasingly questionable, I try my best to live up to the other things he can still expect from me - particularly in areas of personal growth and emotional security. Even if such focus on these needs of him meant a huge sacrifice on my part, so long as we are both moving upward, then I guess the relationship still works.

But you know, it's hard to keep two opposite faces, knowing that you are only one person.

Darkstar will have to sleep for now, while Pulsar takes his place as my dominant once again. The parties - particularly the night-outs will be limited to friendly affairs only. The CB exploration, which I started last month will have to be mothballed - for as long as I could do so. And the meet-ups, which has become increasingly frequent lately, will be sorely for my groups' benefit only.

Lately, I see a lot of gay men in G4M desperately looking for boyfriends and lovers. Some are even stupid enough to put strings to their so-called relationships such as "mag boyfriend lang tayo tuwing mondays and wednesdays" sort of like that. Others would claim to have a girlfriend only to enter into a homo-relationship out of being infatuated with someone they just recently met.

If only they would get to realize the real scope and responsibility of having a life-partner.

It's not easy you know. Just look at me and you know how insanely it is to have one.

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...Natakot ako. Pagkagising ko ikaw kaagad ang una kong hinanap.

Nandun naman ako diba? Tinawagan pa nga kita para i-check kung ok ka lang ba.

In all the years we have been together, I have always been your last line of defense. No one can ever change that, no matter what.


Thursday, May 31, 2007

The Last Of Summer

And so this is how the summer ends.

May began and I found myself in direct conflict with a friend because of my involvement in his personal affairs. It was not my fault. I was dragged into the sweet spot after he mentioned my name to his new "special" someone in one of their text conversations. Unfortunately, such message was intercepted by his "old" one. In turn, this old one suddenly focused his attention to me.

At that time, I was a renegade. Darkstar was my confidant and we're just waiting for a new rebellion to happen. P-Man's entry into my life is at its height and my relationship with Phanks, who seemed oblivious to things between us, was at its all-time low. The "old" one texted, at first it didn't catch my attention. However, the moment he asked for my asl (age sex location), I stopped doing my work and directly called his number.

My plan was to bully him - especially once I sensed that he's not masculine enough for me.

But instead of getting terrorized, this "old" one succeeded in getting my attention. From a harmless flirt message exchanges we had that afternoon, he eventually confessed that he just came from a break-up and needed someone to talk to. Since it is my (professional) job to listen to such confessions everyday, I lent my ear hoping to somehow ease his situation.

That day, he attempted to meet me a couple of times. I knew he was in need of instructions. But Roy, who was also in-distress that evening asked for a meet-up. Choosing between the two, I met my best friend. Besides, I wasn't in the mood to meet a stranger - especially since I am beginning to figure out that I knew the characters in his story.

These characters were very close to me, and I don't want to get involved.

Past forward. Sensitive details deleted.

No matter how I tried to exit from their brooding conflict, I knew I was already too involved to back off. The depth of my awareness to their situation was too significant to ignore. Besides, my most serious attempt of detachment was met with pleas and guilt feelings. The "old" one was indeed in tatters and although I don't really sympathize with him, being a human, I could not turn my back at him.

That's why I stayed.

And helped him moved on from his very traumatic break-up at the cost of having a fall-out with my friend.

Mid-May, the "Big Hit" left me severely shaken.

I was accused of something I did not commit. P-Man told me through an e-mail how dare that I told everyone the things between us. He further added that I was a liar for spreading a nasty rumor that we're an "item," when in fact, I didn't see us as one.

I swear by my blog that such grand illusions never crossed my mind.

That day, I decided to cut all ties with him. I was not mad but I was extremely hurt by the accusations he said in his e-mail. In fact, I was so hurt that I posted his e-mail in my other blog. I wanted to remind myself, that sometimes, compassion has a price. P-Man was a very close friend, alright, but I never dreamed of complicating my own situation by asking him to become my other partner - or something close to that.

His friendship was enough, but he never saw it the way I did.

And in the end, life dictates that we are meant to separate ways.

The days after were spent reassessing my situation in the office. On one hand, I kept my distance to my colleagues believing that one of them might be the spreader of the nasty rumor. Whatever he told P-Man was a huge blow to my ego. First, I wasn't an ilusyonada and second, if ever I will tell someone something about us, I'd be more lofty with my words. After all, whatever I experienced with him was something out of the ordinary.

It was something very special.

For the first time, I saw my colleagues as back-stabbers. Worst of all, I had this feeling that the bearer of the bad news was someone close to me as well. It took me over a week before I started talking again with the people, in the new room where I transferred.

And yet, the struggle continues.

Last week we had an inuman session somewhere in Libis. I showed up to support a team leader who was organizing the event that is supposed to be our summer outing. To my surprise he was there too - even if I knew him as one of the anti-socials in my shift. Therefore, I had to play cool and unaffected. I drunk hard, socialized with the people I rarely talk when at the floor, and had many bottoms up just to endure seeing his face looking at me.

When I felt that I had enough alcohol to inflate my depressed ego, I bid goodbye to everyone - except to him. As I walked away from my group, the thoughts of saying goodbye and hoping to get a favorable reply was beginning to weaken my defenses. After much thought, I told myself, I'm just human not to feel. So I texted,

"Ingat ka sa pag-uwi."

But I never received any reply.

His non-response was another massive blow I somehow expected. For the first time, I realized how proud he was and how pathetic my attempts were to salvage whatever chances of friendship between us was left. But still, I remained cool. My ego may have been further tarnished, but I know how to redeem myself with a fraction of that lost pride.

So I went to Dodong's place, and there, we had another round of beers, while doing soundtripping the whole evening.

At past 11 pm, I decided to call it a night. I left Dodong's pad half-drunk but feeling much better. On my way home, someone unexpected sent me a text reply:

- Read the Grand Scheme of Things for the back story -

It was P-Man and as a reply to my earlier text, he hinted that he found a new one which was also a colleague.

Even today, I still wonder if such deliberate message was meant to hurt me, tell me to back-off, or nicely inform me that he had a new one - so that, in his perception, I won't wait for him to come back.

But it doesn't matter, at least I found a missing piece to this ongoing showdown with him. In the long run, we may show the coldest dedma for all we want, but so long as he is truly happy with someone else, then all is not lost between us. My passing was someone else's gain.

It just took one summer - one month for things to drastically change the landscape around me. When I had chosen to get involve with the "old" one instead of my friend, I knew that my decision meant that things between us (my friend) are over - no matter how positive my intentions were. Yet in choosing to side with his ex, comes a new realization and respect to my already shattered relationship with Phanks.

At the height of his ex's flight to freedom, I witnessed how tormented he was in his weakened state. Many times, he asked me when will the pain end or when will his ex finally see the light. In his suffering, I saw Phanks and what might have been his reaction once I call it quits. I tell you, there were many frustrating moments - in consoling a person who is trying his best to move on and forget a broken relationship. When it seem like things are going better for him, one thought of pain and a memory of lost love and things would tumble back again from where we started. Such cycle left me feeling hopeless in my attempts to set him free.

But he struggled. Quietly, he gathered his strength and confidence to face whatever unfinished business he had with his past. He did it all by himself especially after the "Big Hit," had put me in the defensive. Suffice to say, every step of the way, he consulted me. In turn, I gave him an abstract instructions for I was also looking for my own directions out of my own mess.

He continued moving on. It appeared that the strength I gave him when I was still stronger was enough to keep him seeking his own way out. His quest for emancipation meant that my gamble and sacrifice had paid off. It also gave me a glimmer of hope that one day, the ghost of P-Man will eventually cease haunting me.

It maybe a long-shot but surely it would come.

With P-Man's total exit from my life, the void he left was gradually taken over by Phanks. This time, I never let anyone else distract my feelings - even if it is possible. As I gathered my own strength, the thought of playing around never crossed my mind. In fact, I almost deleted my G4M account out of fear of getting involved with someone else again, and suffer the same or much worse consequence simply because I never learned anything from my summer distraction.

Indeed, emotions is something we humans should never trifle upon.

May ends and it seems like I have lost too many things that I may never be able to recover again. Yet, I am beginning to learn that such lost has a reason. Despite the break-up between my friend and his ex, I still, never blames anyone for it - for there is a reason why they have to separate ways. In fact, as their story continues, I think both of them are finally beginning to see the consequences and possible hope of their action.

Same thing is true with me. I let my guard down with P-Man by showing him more concern and attention at the risk of getting noticed by everyone. In the end, I did get notice and the other person misunderstood my kindness and it resulted to a fall-out that still makes me feel somewhat bitter now that I am recalling it.

But surprisingly the lost wasn't a total lost at all. For I see a silver lining behind the dark clouds that hovered above me. Beyond the sweetest memories and the painful acceptance of defeat, there is, one single victory that makes all of these struggles meaningful at best.

For all the pain and emotional torture I suffered from two different battlefronts, its most shining conclusion was peace and renewed harmony at the homefront.


The rains have begun and with it comes a renewed sense of vigor and life that keeps my relationship with Phanks thriving.


Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Signal Fire

I woke up past six in the morning to the grunts and whispered complains of my bedmate that it's so mainit whenever I put my arms around his chest. When my hand slides down near his happy trail, he would shoo it off, like an oversized fly waiting for an opportunity to land on top of his "tower of power."

The routine went on for thirty minutes, until I decided that I'm better off in front of the computer instead. However, since I could not access the PDI website (the internet traffic was terribly slow) , I returned to bed hoping that my ceaseless teasing (and stroking) would hold my bedmate's boner until he finally wakes up.

But he insisted that he is tired and sleepy. He wants me to leave him alone.

Trying to sleep, I suddenly felt my bedmate's arm around me. This time, he needs my cuddling and snuggling so I responded with all my will just to get his attention. Unfortunately, he fell asleep once again even before I could make my next move. I had to wait for an hour to make a daring attempt again, before he goes to work.

When his phone alarmed, he rose up and sat near the lower part of the bed. His eyes half-closed, I rubbed his chin with my soft hands and gently stroked his forehead to encourage him to lie beside me. At first, my attempts were in vain. He was unresponsive. The only time I caught his attention was when I put my arms around his waist to drag him down beside me. He lied down on my arms for a few minutes. Feeling his growing bulge, he took his boxers off and told me to give him a job.

Being the devoted partner, I gave him what he wanted.

Soon I was in tenth heaven. In giving him a command performance, it was easy for me to ask him to be my top. The other details are not important, but his slow gyrating thrusts is something to be noted. Nearing climax, he gave me a torrid kiss that almost tore my lips apart.

The blow job must have turned him on. I should take it as a queue that my new technique is more effective.

He came, without even telling me that he was already finished and that he was just waiting for my turn to come. Immediately, I set my mind on a playback mode while jacking off - focusing on his facial expressions as he thrust his inside me. I told him not to take it out as I neared my own climax. I came and with it comes a week-long satisfaction and contentment that will further put Darkstar to sleep.

If only such intimate moments happen more frequently.

He left, without even eating breakfast because he was already late. I went back to sleep after walking with him to the nearest train station, only to wake up four hours later with an aching butt.

The rest of the afternoon was devoted to the gym. And the evening - is reserved to watching the news and flipping the channels with the remote, only to pause between Jack TV or National Geographic.

In a few hours, my bedmate this morning will text me, informing that he arrived home safe from work. We would talk for a few seconds telling each other sweet nothings such as "miss na po kita" or "tulog ka ng maaga ha." before he eats his dinner.

At past 10 pm, I will take a bath and do my final rituals before swallowing the magic pill, which will put me instantly to sleep .

Another morning comes, my phone will alarm and its annoying sound will force me out of bed - at 5:15 in the morning.

Work resumes, special review class follows and then another day ends.

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The perfect words never crossed my mind,
'cause there was nothing in there but you,
I felt every ounce of me screaming out,
But the sound was trapped deep in me,
All I wanted just sped right past me,
While I was rooted fast to the earth,
I could be stuck here for a thousand years,
Without your arms to drag me out,

- Snow Patrol, Signal Fire

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Ikaapat

I found him sitting in the front row of a videoke area at Robinson's Place Amusement Center. He is waiting for his turn to sing his favorite love songs, like he always do as a pastime.

Tucked at the far end of the mall beside a famous gym, the amusement center is like a forgotten hang-out place for the bored and lonesome. Often frequented by kids and blue-collar workers, it reminds me of how different I am from my buddy. Being an anti-mall person, I will always have to bear the fact that we can't really enjoy hanging out together.

But this is our special day. Therefore, I had to endure the mall tour just to be with him even if it was a mere half-hearted effort.

He sang three songs, which he always sing since time immemorial. The jologs girls at the back (who actually looked like low-class hookers) screamed as my buddy reached the end of his performance. In fairness to my beau, he has the voice. If only I am as good as him, I wouldn't mind having a duet with my partner. Unfortunately I'm not. The last time I was forced to sing was during the recent PEx Grand Eyeball where I downed six mugs of San Mig Light before I could sing Crazy For You by Madonna. Take note, I was able to sing it because Lostwansoul, our host chose the Spongecola version for me instead of the pop diva.

We immediately left after his turn. As we looked for a restaurant to dine in, he noticed a small woman talking to someone on the phone in English. Inspired by her accent, my buddy began having a conversation with me in English, insisting that we should do it to improve his language skills.

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Like all other anniversary celebrations we had, this year was not spared from the annual jinx.

Several days ago, Darkstar made a surprising comeback. It was followed the same day by P-Man's promotion from being an ONS buddy to being a special FUBU friend. Last night, Phanks made me upset by forgetting that today is our anniversary. He even contested this afternoon that our anniversary falls in the month of May instead of April.

Of course, he will never be right. How could I forget our beginnings when he was the first friendly meet up I had after I broke up with my ex-buddy.

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Finally, we decided to eat in the food court instead of the restaurants. He said he wanted rice for dinner and the only decent place I had in mind aside from the fastfoods was Kamay Kainan. For reasons only known to my tummy, I had this craving for Kare-Kare and Lechon Kawali this evening and only that food kiosk serves the dish my stomach desired.

However, the Fried Squid Rings from a nearby kiosk caught my buddy's attention. The kiosk was well lighted and very tidy, that their dishes served in huge trays appealed to our watery eyes. When I've learned that their combo meals were relatively affordable, we immediately changed our plans and instead chose to order our dinner at Panda's.

Over our dinner which includes Sweet and Sour Pork, Pancit Guisado, Fried Squid Rings and Chopsuey with lots of baby corn on it, we talked about his school grades. One thing I'd be always proud about Phanks is his string of academic recognitions in school. Like me, he is a working student too and compared to the laid-back environment I enjoy in the masters, he is struggling to keep his scholarship in a prestigious college along Taft Avenue.

That's why he frequently stays in my place, not to be with me but to use my computer for his research and school projects.

After our heavy meal, we skipped his habitual window shopping by leaving the mall(since he knows that I couldn't stand being at the mall without buying anything) and proceeding to Malate immediately. He wanted to have a brief stroll and feel the place again after many months of absence. As always, I've been his patient listener as he talked about his plans and frustrations in life. He told me that he wanted to have his own computer. I told him that I could save his money for him if he wanted. He also wanted to have more time for himself, in which I told him, he should live along Taft instead if he really wanted such extra time. For me, no matter how many issues he brings up, it doesn't matter. So long as I could manage my own personal issues - whether he finds about it or not, I could still find time to listen and provide him advice in order to fix his own life according to what I see fit.

I wanted him to spend the night with me in my place, but apparently he had other plans tonight. I didn't buy his excuses though, but instead of making an issue out of it, I simply did not complain.

I could mope around, feeling bitter that he declined my request. But I see no point in doing it. I wanted to prolong our time to be together and the only thing I had in mind was to volunteer to accompany him to Monumento, where he will ride a jeep going to his apartment in Valenzuela. The long, uneventful travel would buy me more time to bond with him, even if we're not uttering any word inside the jeep.

As the jeepney speeds along Rizal Avenue, I noticed a significant change in him when it comes to his openess about his sexuality. A few years ago, he would insist on finding a girlfriend and marrying her someday in hopes of ending his bisexuality. This insensitive claim left me frustrated, knowing that I have no future with him. He will get mad if I showed even a little hint of intimacy inside the jeepney by brushing my arms against his when it hung on the estribo.

Tonight, it was he who brushed my arms and poked my finger just to show his affection. Such display of intimacy showed the openness of our relationship and its endurance no matter how complicated it had become as time passed.

Since it was getting late when we arrived at Monumento, I asked him to ride the first FX that stopped in front of us. It may have been a very anti-climatic parting but at the back of my mind, I felt a strange lingering sadness as his FX zoomed away from me. It felt like struggling to hold on to a past that is disappearing. Now that my views on relationship has drastically changed, I don't know anymore what to believe or look forward to in a relationship that I'm trying to work out for myself.

Since I know that it's working perfectly well for him.

A friend asked me yesterday if I still love my partner. I told him that I don't know how to define love anymore. I just do whatever I think what my partner needed, even if it means suppressing my own needs. I guess it is another sign that I'm already over the sweety-sweety stage and I see love nowadays in a pragmatic and cynical point of view.

But just this once, do you want to know what I honestly feel right now?

I'd give everything just to see him sleep in my bed tonight, so I could hug him, kiss him and make love to him before I face another uncertain day, when the sun comes tomorrow. I wanted to feel secure in his arms while his warm naked body presses against mine.

I know, it's just wishful thinking.

A truth revealing itself to a person whose heart was left beating after a special event brought new life into it.

Hoping it would never stop anymore.

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There once was love thrown into your room
But you never knew
A calendar of days just for you
But you never knew, never knew no
And the truth that you'll find will always be
The truth you hide

- Collective Soul, How Do You Love

Pre-Anniversary Date Blues

Phanks insists that our anniversary falls on May 21. How is it possible when I could very well remember how we met and what conspired to our meet-up.

Hay...

Anyway my plans will push through. This time, I'd be the devoted partner again.

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Phanks: Ay cnsya napo ah. Ilan taon na tau? 5 yrs d po b? kc 2003 pa tau nun eh.

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I have all the reasons to get furious. (I was the one who remembered and greeted him last night) But I will just ignore such tiny misunderstanding about our beginnings.

After all, this is the day we became one.

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My only respite from SEBs was holy week. I promised myself that as Christ is being persecuted, I'll stop my cravings for flesh and enjoy talking to PLUs, the way I used to do before. After Installing Yahoo Messenger into my computer, the first thing I checked out were the PLU channels that abound there.

On one channel, which I can't even remember now. I chatted with someone who's handle goes something like Ben. Yeah, at first, he bored me to death, but when I started talking how I longed for my ex bud - despite him being a demon, I still missed the feeling of being belonged to someone. Ben, began to relate. We exchanged stories about our heartbreaks and longings. He even allowed me to see his face on the cam. His light demeanor and attractive looks caught my attention. His sad eyes reminded me of mine, and looking at him at the cam allowed me a moment of peace tranquility.

- A Glimpse On Proxi's Last Days of Promiscuity, April 17, 2004