At first I was hesitant to share this experience. Only a few people knew about this. But after so many years, I decided, what the heck. I'll post this so everybody would know.
Around this time of the year, when I was still 21 years old - that's about 5 or 6 years ago - I was watching a basketball game at a nearby courtyard in my hometown. I was fuming with anger. An hour ago, I was standing outside a sari-sari store near Gaisano waiting for somebody. She's supposed to pick me up but she's nowhere to be found. I didn't have a cellphone back then so we solely rely on our land phone conversation.
After more than an hour wait, I traced my steps back and was cursing like a pissed off bitch. I decided to stop by at the courtyard to see some friends. I stayed there to cool off. Then after a while I heard her voice, "Yam, sorry gyud kaayo." I turned around and saw her with an alarming look. "Dugaya nimo uy! Minggahi na akong tiil ug hinuwat nimo!", I blurted out. "Kani man gud siya dugayan kaayo.", was her reply pointing to her gay friend. I wasn't expecting him. I thought it will just be the two of us.
I decided not to go but in the end I gave in to her insistence and also because she mentioned about free beer. We went to a reclaimed area near the market. Big stones were piled up at the end of the landfill leveled to the ground. A ridge made of cement was constructed above the stone piles. There were no nearby lampposts so during nighttime the place was almost completely dark. Perfect for dating and stuff. If you've been to my hometown, this place now is where the bus terminal is located.
We emptied a whole case of red horse and after getting tipsy, I talked my way through playing a naughty game. I brought along some candy with me. We would pass the candy from one mouth to the other without using the hands. This may sound familiar to some of you. *wink* At first, they found the game difficult. Due to intoxication, it was hard for them to keep the candy steady between their lips. We wasted a lot of candies until we were able to pass it around. There was some serious kissing involved, of course. And YES, I kissed that fag. I know. I know. It was the gayest thing ever. It was my first guy kiss and hopefully will be the last. hek hek hek hek
It was really wild. I remember lying on the grass kissing the fag while she was doing something down there. Later on, he joined her and they were doing something down there. Just imagine those 12-in-1 pirated porn videos you bought on the nearest dvd shops. I guess it would be too much to detail everything that happened that night. I'll just skip the rest and fast forward when we're all exhausted specially me.
When we arrived at her house, she was too drunk and spent to stand up. I let her lean on the wall while I knocked on the door. Suddenly her knees gave up. She bumped her butt on the dusty ground. The alcohol took away half of my strength so I just left her there until at last the door opened.
I'll tell more on my next post the time we did this again.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
my first ever
Aside from the summer activities this time of the year, I've been busy transferring my old blog into a new home. I was afraid that the old blogsite will close down and delete all the accounts. Sometime ago, I was planning to have another blog account. One that is private so I can pour out everything I have to say. Now, I finally found time.
I really have a lot of things to say about some people that I don't want others to read, specially if it concerns about you. Yeah, I know. It defeats the purpose of blogging. Well, I just need something to remind me when I get old and dementia or some neurological disorder will take the better of me.
Say, for example. I can't write in this blog every time I masturbate thinking about Brenda or when I imagine Macelle all naked in my bedroom. And how about Claire and all those lusts I have for her or some underwater sexacapades with Meloi or seeing my cock between Pilar's lips. I can't possibly write it all here..... I'm making you nervous, I know. I just want to make my point and I never really imagine all those things. So awful.
Okay. I'm getting hot in here and I totally miss what I wanted to post in this entry. It's not my intention to make it go this way but blame it on the weather. Too much heat wave can cause brain damage. Supposedly, my entry has something to do with orgy or stuff like that. Anyway, I need to chill down. I'll write more about it next time.
P.S.
To the concerned:
Sorry. If I offended you in any other way, you can sue me anytime. And I will understand if you're not going to talk to me or hate me for the rest of your life.
I really have a lot of things to say about some people that I don't want others to read, specially if it concerns about you. Yeah, I know. It defeats the purpose of blogging. Well, I just need something to remind me when I get old and dementia or some neurological disorder will take the better of me.
Say, for example. I can't write in this blog every time I masturbate thinking about Brenda or when I imagine Macelle all naked in my bedroom. And how about Claire and all those lusts I have for her or some underwater sexacapades with Meloi or seeing my cock between Pilar's lips. I can't possibly write it all here..... I'm making you nervous, I know. I just want to make my point and I never really imagine all those things. So awful.
Okay. I'm getting hot in here and I totally miss what I wanted to post in this entry. It's not my intention to make it go this way but blame it on the weather. Too much heat wave can cause brain damage. Supposedly, my entry has something to do with orgy or stuff like that. Anyway, I need to chill down. I'll write more about it next time.
P.S.
To the concerned:
Sorry. If I offended you in any other way, you can sue me anytime. And I will understand if you're not going to talk to me or hate me for the rest of your life.
Monday, May 07, 2007
tagalog time
Summer na summer na talaga. Kahit saan ka magpunta dito sa Pinas, mainit. Pwera lang siguro sa bundok at sa mga malls at sa mga lugar na merong airconditioner. Naglalakad ako kahapon sa market, feeling ko binubuhosan ng mainit na tubig ang mga daliri sa paa ko. Grabe talaga ang init. Tumutulo ang pawis kahit saan sa katawan ko. Nagmimistula tuloy akong yelo na nalanay. (Ay ewan kung ano ang tagalog ng "lanay".)
Hwag kayong magpanik dahil nagtatagalog na ako. Hindi pa kataposan ng mundo, okei? Liliit pa ang suso ni Pamela Anderson. Aabangan pa natin yan. Nacha-challenge lang akong magtagalog. Eh paano ba naman, unang-unang entry ko sa blog na ito na tagalog, eh wrong grammar agad. And to think, eh one sentence lang yun. Sige, basahin mo yung entry ko sa baba.
Napuna ko agad yan nung merong nag-first comment sa post ko. Hindi ko na lang ini-edit. Kung mababasa yan ng mga Filipino teachers ko sa high school tsaka sa college, naku siguradong ikahihiya ako. Panu ba naman. Nung nag-first year college ako, exempted ako sa final exams namin dahil ang galing-galing ko daw magbalagtasan. At sa high school naman, ang taas ng grades ko sa Theme Writing. Tsaka yung mga literary compositions ko para sa mga school-wide contests eh mga award winning. Minsan nga nabasa ko yung isang Tagalog composition ko, hindi ako makapaniwala na ganun ako kagaling. Parang sinulat ng iba. At naman, lahat ng mga grades ko sa Filipino subjects mula elementary hanggang high school, ang tataas.
Ewan kung anong nangyari sa "Tagalog-intellect" ko. Siguro nabura sa utak ko dahil sa sobrang pagda-drugs nung college pa ako. Basta pagkatapos ng second year college, hinding-hindi ko na ginamit ang wikang ito. Kaya naman nung nagtrabaho na ako at meron kaming bagong boardmate na galing Manila panay ang iwas ko. Pano ba naman yung gago, gustong-gusto makipag-usap sa akin. Smile lang ako sa kanya tapos punta na agad ako sa kwarto. Hihintayin ko munang pumasok na rin sya sa kwarto nya bago ako lalabas ulit. Pero isang araw, hindi talaga ako naka-iwas. Nag-inuman kasi sa may terrace at nandun kami lahat. Wala akong nagawa kundi makipagkwentuhan at doon ko nalaman hindi na ako marunong magsalita ng tagalog. Gusto kong itanong sa kanya kung ilang buwan na siya dito sa Cebu. Walang ibang pumasok sa utak ko kundi, "Magkanong taon ka na dito? I mean, magkanong.... uhmmmm magkanong... uhmmm How many years have you been here in Cebu?" Syet! Pagdating ko sa office, search agad ako sa internet kung ano ang Tagalog equivalent ng "how many". Doon ko pa nalaman na "ilan" pala ang hinahanap ko na salita.
Sa office naman, merong bagong pasok. Isang project manager at isang software manager. Silang dalawa galing Manila. Magkaharap kami ng desk nung project manager at sa kasamaang palad tinawagan ako ng HR personnel. "Dong, palihug kog paari ni Emil sa HR. Naa siyay sign-an nga papers." Emil yung pangalan ng project manager. Nara-ratol kaagad ako. Pano ko ba sasabihin yun sa tagalog? "Uhmmm. Emil, ikaw ay pinapatawag sa HR." Nampucha talaga! Para akong nasa classroom. Ang sentence ko merong paksa at panaguri (subject and predicate).
Hanggang sa ngayon, hindi pa rin ako makapagsalita ng maayos na tagalog. Ang laswa ko pakinggan. Ang tigas-tigas ng accent ko. At kung ilulumanay ko naman, ang slang-slang ko. Para akong banyaga. Kaya everytime na kekelanganin ng panahon, I always retort to English dahil mas mahusay at komportable ako. Bakit naman kasi Tagalog ang naging National Language natin. Eh mas marami pa atang mga Bisaya dito sa Pinas.
Hwag kayong magpanik dahil nagtatagalog na ako. Hindi pa kataposan ng mundo, okei? Liliit pa ang suso ni Pamela Anderson. Aabangan pa natin yan. Nacha-challenge lang akong magtagalog. Eh paano ba naman, unang-unang entry ko sa blog na ito na tagalog, eh wrong grammar agad. And to think, eh one sentence lang yun. Sige, basahin mo yung entry ko sa baba.
Napuna ko agad yan nung merong nag-first comment sa post ko. Hindi ko na lang ini-edit. Kung mababasa yan ng mga Filipino teachers ko sa high school tsaka sa college, naku siguradong ikahihiya ako. Panu ba naman. Nung nag-first year college ako, exempted ako sa final exams namin dahil ang galing-galing ko daw magbalagtasan. At sa high school naman, ang taas ng grades ko sa Theme Writing. Tsaka yung mga literary compositions ko para sa mga school-wide contests eh mga award winning. Minsan nga nabasa ko yung isang Tagalog composition ko, hindi ako makapaniwala na ganun ako kagaling. Parang sinulat ng iba. At naman, lahat ng mga grades ko sa Filipino subjects mula elementary hanggang high school, ang tataas.
Ewan kung anong nangyari sa "Tagalog-intellect" ko. Siguro nabura sa utak ko dahil sa sobrang pagda-drugs nung college pa ako. Basta pagkatapos ng second year college, hinding-hindi ko na ginamit ang wikang ito. Kaya naman nung nagtrabaho na ako at meron kaming bagong boardmate na galing Manila panay ang iwas ko. Pano ba naman yung gago, gustong-gusto makipag-usap sa akin. Smile lang ako sa kanya tapos punta na agad ako sa kwarto. Hihintayin ko munang pumasok na rin sya sa kwarto nya bago ako lalabas ulit. Pero isang araw, hindi talaga ako naka-iwas. Nag-inuman kasi sa may terrace at nandun kami lahat. Wala akong nagawa kundi makipagkwentuhan at doon ko nalaman hindi na ako marunong magsalita ng tagalog. Gusto kong itanong sa kanya kung ilang buwan na siya dito sa Cebu. Walang ibang pumasok sa utak ko kundi, "Magkanong taon ka na dito? I mean, magkanong.... uhmmmm magkanong... uhmmm How many years have you been here in Cebu?" Syet! Pagdating ko sa office, search agad ako sa internet kung ano ang Tagalog equivalent ng "how many". Doon ko pa nalaman na "ilan" pala ang hinahanap ko na salita.
Sa office naman, merong bagong pasok. Isang project manager at isang software manager. Silang dalawa galing Manila. Magkaharap kami ng desk nung project manager at sa kasamaang palad tinawagan ako ng HR personnel. "Dong, palihug kog paari ni Emil sa HR. Naa siyay sign-an nga papers." Emil yung pangalan ng project manager. Nara-ratol kaagad ako. Pano ko ba sasabihin yun sa tagalog? "Uhmmm. Emil, ikaw ay pinapatawag sa HR." Nampucha talaga! Para akong nasa classroom. Ang sentence ko merong paksa at panaguri (subject and predicate).
Hanggang sa ngayon, hindi pa rin ako makapagsalita ng maayos na tagalog. Ang laswa ko pakinggan. Ang tigas-tigas ng accent ko. At kung ilulumanay ko naman, ang slang-slang ko. Para akong banyaga. Kaya everytime na kekelanganin ng panahon, I always retort to English dahil mas mahusay at komportable ako. Bakit naman kasi Tagalog ang naging National Language natin. Eh mas marami pa atang mga Bisaya dito sa Pinas.
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