birth pains

Coming out for me is apparently when you realized the sudden urge to hold another man’s dick. He he he. Sadly, time flew fast since the first time that right now I could not remember when was the first time I first held one man’s penis. Huwaw.

Like Venus Raj’s 30 second-moment to recall her greatest mistake, I could not recall.

Well, it seems that I did not come out. I think he came in. Yes, I think he knocked on my door and if I am not mistaken that hairy thin man from Pagadian let himself in after I opened it and he comfortably sat on my bed. He was tipsy.

We talked. Chika lang baga. I guess, I incidentally hosted the first talk show in 1978 during my freshman albeit there was the absence of lights and cameras. Later, I found him lying on my bed beside me and he asked if he could kiss me on my lips. “One second lang,” and before I could reply he kissed me and when I thought it was more than the time he asked I pushed him back and tried to wipe my wet lips.

Thinking back it was hot and soft but I so naïve, the scent and taste of the alcohol was so awful.

But his body is hot and I think he caressed my whole body and late grabbed my hand to hold his very stiff dick.

Cutting and dragging to few years later, I continue to be discreet although I keep on secretly gazing to other guys bulging groin when there are special moments during my college days.

During these college years, I also discovered the struggle to be free from campus repression and better education.

I thought writing for the campus paper would be cool to write my thoughts and what I see during those Marcos time.

The activist in me got involved in campus activism where I easily introduced myself as gay.

That remained until now but I remain prim and proper at all times except when am at home and in my own turf where I could bitch around naughty boys.

I guess was lucky to have an American gay activist to be my first flat-mate when I first worked overseas in 1991. I was introduced to gay parties where French, Brits, Americans and Arabs wait the breaking of day.

It was also here when I pity the very unique situation of local gays where they could not come out for fear of being disowned by their own family.

Last month, my officemate showed me a picture from his cellphone of his gay friend living in London.

“They prefer to suffer living away from their family just to come out and be free as gay,” my friend lamented. Obviously, he misses his “friend”

Few months back during my vacation, news spread like wild fire that Filipino gays are banned in the Kingdom.

I just shrugged off the news. The regulation has been there before. But the news that there were already more than 30 Pinoy gays deported was already slowly getting into my nerves.

A cumadre emailed me at home to be extra careful during my return to the Kingdom.

“Wag kang kumembot na baka akala mo si Jinky Pacquiao ka. At lalong wag mong gayahin si Mommy Dionesia pagkat bading na bading sya lalo na sa make-up nya. Si Manny Pacquiao ang gayahin mo at mag babad ka sa dagat para di kapansin-pansin ang flawless sa kaputian mong kutis at ganda.”

Yes, coming out is painful. And my job place is slowly contracting like delivering a new life, thus the strict measures being undertaken by the conservative authorities because gay people are obviously coming out.

di rin masaya

Am so confused. I need to calm down.

Friday was a bummer. I learned that my bank account in the Saudi capital was frozen. Eh kasasahod lang noong Wednesday at di ako nakapag withdraw. Takot ako.

All banks here requires all depositors to update all information almost annually. I recently renewed my iqama or residence permit after replacing my lost foreign worker’s permit. Automatically, I know I had to update my information, which I did two weeks ago.

Went to an ATM machine before I did my groceries but instead of churning monies, the machine alerted me to visit the nearest administrator of the nearest bank branch. Whew.

I knew it would happen. The same thing happened some three years ago. They were not able to encode the necessary information in their system. Duh.

I tried internet banking. Transfer money to zambo’s bank account. Did not work. I was even alarmed when it stated I had no enough amount to transfer. Screeeaaaammm.

Saturday, first day of work of the week, I felt like an overheated robot. Even if I tried to speed up my work, there was no way I could squeeze time and visit m bank.

When work was done, banks had closed for the day these time of the holy month of fasting. Work schedules are shorten and ours are just similar to any banking hours.

The sun set and the breaking of the fast is almost near. I tried to transferring money. It did.

I got zambo to bring me the money. Went to send money back home.

Now am sad again after counting what has left from me. Haiz.

I thought I could buy a pair of slacks and new neck ties but. Haiz

I thought i could buy a new laptop or a second hand desktop. Haiz.

I thought I could buy a new SLR camera. Haiz.

Well, I was able to buy more food stuff to last me for a week or so.

salamat po, lord!

keri?

Witels konachiwa keri etilds.

Case 1. Witels pa rin worklalu ang pudak sa qatarchinabumbumley. Witels pa sya andalu kasi witels nga sya worklalu bumbumley. Witels na fudams ang mga junakis sa navotas city at witels pa rin payola ang rentas internas ng balaybumbumley. Witels na rin daw jinanggap ng principaldita ang promissory leteraka ni pudak para sa tuitionbels ng mga junakis. Tulo pa naman itelds at halos two kyaw rin ang utanggils sa eskulembang bawat junakis kada buwanchels.

Case 2. Keri na sana ni bebe ang boarding hauz sa bacoor kung sa SM Bacoor lang sana ang location shooting nya sa loob ng six months nyang work contract. Ang kaso, end of contract na si bebs at dahil nga trendsetter ang SM sa job contractualization sa labor genre sa Pinas ay nag replay sa pag apply ang bebe kech. Absorbed naman agad si bebe kech kesyo sa SM San Lazaro naman ang location shooting. Parang pinaglalapit si bebe ko at si vice ganda. Warla. So, plano ni bebe, I mean akech pa la ang nagplan na mag rentas internas na balaybumbumbley sa malapit sa location shooting ni bebs para di majirapan sa pag byahe ang aking sinta. Ang tanong, keri ko pa ba? First month pa lang ni bebe ay humirit na sya ng 3 kyaw kasi bibili pa raw sya ng shoes at nyortabels na raw ang andalu nya sa pamasahe sa bus, at lrt. Eh kung matutuloy na mag taas ang pamasahe sa lrt. Balik na naman sa tanong. Keri ko pa ba?

Case 3. Nag OJT si new bebe. Bago ko na ring junakis sa buhay kech kasi talagang bata pa ito ay nagtatakbohan na ito sa loob ng bakuran kech. Cute na bata kasi ang kapitbahay kech. Eh, last vacation, nadarang akech. Paano kasi, sightsinebels ko na pinipisil pisil nya ang notrilya nya habang nag iinternet sa loob ng bedroom kech gamit ang desktop nireformat nya. Magaling sya sa pc. Habang minasahe nya,. na sight ya na na sight ko sya at nag devil smile sya. Yun na ang simula. At gaya ng sabi sa sona ni pinoy, pwede na raw mangarap, kaya nangarap si new bebe. Student kasi. Bokot na ako. Baka maabotan nya pa ang plano ng DepEd na mag add pa ng ilang years sa education. Payola na naman ng andalo. Graduating na nga sana kahit na two years lang ang kurso ni new bebe. Nag stop na nga si new bebe ng two years para maka ipon ng pang tuition sa two year course nyang computer technology, baka dagdagan pa ang pahirap. Syempre, witels feel ni mudak na magjijirap pa lalo ang bagong junakis. Ang tanong uli, kaya ko pa bang magbukas uli ng scholarship foundation?

sinilip ko slight ang financial statement kech at ang disbursables...

"foreign residence permit renewal, work permit renewal, mandatory medical test, e-passport renewal, mandatory pag-ibig fund fees, electric bills, internet bills, flat renewal fees, transportation fee, gym fee, food expenses."


luz valdes. witels na pang remittance.

need kong rumampa. mag wanted dead or alive na muna akech. anek pa kaya ang pwedi kong iraket para kumita pa na petrodollars? keri ko pa ba? thunder na akech, tatambling pa ba akech?

Bakit kasi di ako nakinig kay supremong mama monchang na dapat usa usa lang ang bebs. Haiz. Labs ko kasi.

truth commission

Will the Truth Commission investigate why diplomatic missions abroad have done almost nothing in protecting the lives and rights of migrant Filipino workers?

Will it investigate why Filipino workers die inside foreign police stations or in hospitals while embassy officials denies any wrong doing?

Or will it focus only on why the new administration has no more budget allotment to spend on whatever they are drawing?

Well, the truth is there is no commission yet. Bwahahahaha.

Witchelles ko na ito keri. Jokems na naman bumbumley.

bareback

Tulog na ang mga bisita ko liban sa pinsan ng mahal kong kapitbahay na naglalaro sa computer. Kinandado ko na ang gate kaya di na sya makakalabas. Delikado kasi na baka may makasingit at manakawan ang mga sasakyang nakahambalang sa harap ng di pa natatapos kong bahay.

Nahihiya akong di ako nakapaghanda ng mga tulugan para sa aking mga kaibgan na nag desisyong wala ng uwian habang nanonood ng big night ng pinoy big brother kaya siniguro kong sa kwrarto magsikiskan ang apat na mga babae at nahihiya man ako ay ang kaklase kong dean ng isang college of hotel and restaurant ay pinatulog ko sa isang sofa sa sala. paano naman kasi, ang pinagawa kong mga kama ay di pa natapos dahil basa pa ang mga pulang kahoy na binenta sa akin ng mura ng mga kaibigan ng kumpare kong taga bundok.

Sa isa pang gilid ng sala ay dinikit ko ang dalawang parang love seats para medyo maluwag. Kasya ang dalawang taong matutulog.

Gusto ko na ring matulog pero nanghihinayang ako sa pagkakataong meron pang ibong di pa dumadapo sa sanga ng kahoy na binabalutan sa dilim ng gabi.

Maya-maya pa ay maingat na lumapit sa akin ang pinsan ng mahal ko at ako na ang nagyayang mahiga na sya dahil malapit ng mag umaga. Pinatay nya ang computer at nahiga sa tabi ko.

Pumikit na ako at binalot ang manipis na kumot na bumalot sa magkahawak naming kamay.

Humarap sya sa akin at nilapit ang kanyang nag-iinit na katawan. Dumilat ako at nagpang abot ang aming mga titig. Sa tagal ng aming pagtitigan, parang naiintindihan ng aming mga katawan ang hirap na pakawalan ang init ng aming mga katawan sa kalagayan ng aming higaan.

“sa banyo tayo,” bulong nya. Bumangon ako at dumiretso sa banyo malapit sa kusina. Bago ako pumasok ay inabot ko na ang maliit na lotion sa pinaglagyan ko katabi ng mga hand soap na nilagay ko sa may lababo.

Pagkapasok ko sa banyo ay nasa likuran ko na sya. Nalaglag na sa sahig ng banyo ang akong short short pants habang nilamukos nya ng halik ang aking dibdib. Tinanggal ko ang kanyang mga saplot at habang nilalaro ng kanyang dila ang aking mga utong ay dahan dahan nya pinaikot ang aking katawan upang mapaharap sa kanya ang aking likuran.

Panahon na para sa gamitin ang lotion. Ilang patak sa kamay at hinawak ko ang kamay na may lotion sa nagwawalang nyang ari na pinadaplisdaplis nya sa aking likuran. Sadya kong pinatagal para damdamin ang sarap ng init ng makinis nyang ulo.

Bareback sa bareback habang nilalamas nya ng pahigpit ang aking mga suso ay nakatukod ang aking magkalayong mga kamay sa dingding ng banyo.

Dinig na dinig ko ang tunog ng dingding sa bigat ng dalawang katawang nagbabanggan tuwing dinidiin nya ang kanyang aking sumasalubong na katawan.

Malapit na akong makarating sa rurok ng kaligayahan kaya piniga ko ng mahigpit ang dalawang pisngi ng likuran ng aking katipan bago sumabog ang isang napakaligayang sandaling nakaw ng aking buhay.

tomjuns

was supposed to write another blog about my old, old friends that i gathered during my recently concluded vacation.

was wondering on how to start about it.

they were old activists, mass supporters, middle class comrades, a gay reactionary, and an observer.

we were watching the big night of the pbb and we were so noisy, according to a young teen guest.

but am now hungry. i was contemplating of what to eat thinking of the four kilos i lost during my seven-week state visit, huh.

i also thought of my doctor's facial expression upon seeing my blood pressure going down.

so did attack the ref. brought out the fresh fish, veges, and made sinigang.

ang asim.

kain tayo, joms.

may nag txt

two bebs at isang bato

habang nanonod ng TV, actually halos nakikinig lang ng ingay nito, at nagbabasa ng kung ano anong balita at blogs sa internet, may nag txt.

“beh online ako. hubo na ako.”

dali dali kong binuksan yung chikka account ko para mag reply pero andyan na yung isa pang mensahe nya sa ym.

“ano gawa mo?

mi ko malaman kung matutuwa ako o maiinis. palagay ko inis ako sa kanya. paano naman kasi, nag cha chat kami kaninang tanghali at humiling akong makita sya pero di sya nagpakita. Later na lang daw tapos mayamaya ay na offline na sya.

“nakatulog ako beh.’ pagod kasi sa byahe. had to commute to Makati and submit my NBI papers so I could start working on Monday,” rason nya.

mayamaya ay kinumusta ko na sya. nagpakita na sya. royal blue ang underwear nya. litaw ang makinis na ulo, hawak nya ay matigas bago tumirik ang walanghiyang smartbro.

napainom ako ng gamot bago ako atakehin ng altapresyon.

Ako na ang nag offline.

mayamaya ay may nag txt na naman.

“nakauwi na ako galing school. nakakain na rin. ikaw? kumain ka na? ang gamot mo ha, wag kalimutan. bukas na lang ako mag online,” sabi ng txt.

sinagot ko sya sa chikka ng txt. “good. kumusta naman ang klase mo?”

“got rattled. had an oral exam sa English. Di ko nasagot. hiyang hiya ako pero nakabawi naman ako later,” sabi ng txt.

“ba, magaling ako sa oral. magaling rin ako konti sa English. jejeje.” Sagot ko.

“pinabasa ako ng 3 poems at di ko ma pronounce ng tama yung ibang words tapos pina explain pa sa akin yung poem. Nakakahiya talaga ang naganap kanina,” sabi uli ng studyante ng computer technology na kapitbahay ko sa davao.

“sige. bukas na lang tayo mag chat pero may pasok na ako. txt na lang kung online ka sa morning para magising ako otherwise, I will go home early to catch you,” sabi ko sa kanya.

Balik ako sa pagbabasa ng kung ano ano sa internet habang mag isang inubos ang isang buong plato ng maja Blanca. Patay na naman ako sa diabetes ko.

Mayamaya, may txt uli.

“ang lakas ng ulan. Parang may bagyo. Ang lamig. Sana andito ka. Ang sarap tumorjack.. sana kayakap kita sa buong magdamag.”

bakasyon 2010

vacation 2010

my much needed vacation came and go. seven weeks passed and my rnr is done like a blink of an eye.

am back in Riyadh and noticed that two emails were waiting for my attention. so sorry for that.

so many things happened back home and I could categorically say that it was the most meaningful vacation I had in 20 years.

had some repairs and fixing done in my pad at binangonan while enjoying bebe’s company. On the other hand, the floor tiles in my house standing not very near a beach in davao are almost done. one of the guys who helped paint my windows was so hot and cute that made my vacation more meaningful. way to go. more money needed.

most happy was when my friends of more than 30 years came over and my nearby family were also there for a lunch.

went back to my state-university in nearby province and gathered more information needed for my retirement plans. felt so good albeit nostalgic.

i was happy flying back to work. recharged and feeling accomplished. my officemates noticed that I may have lost a maximum of five kilos while another manager said I came back 10 years younger. Whew.

so stress-free. Love the friendly white cat, mingra, I met in my house. So playful. the blue and green-eyed feline is so “feeling close” to play inside my bedroom ahead of my lover of the night

my lovelife and sexlife were also “plenty”.

am so in much in love.

seafarer

Sa isang sing-along-bar malapit sa isang state university sa Southern Mindanao tumambay noon ang isang hunk na kaibigan ng kapatid ng may-ari. Sa bar na yun minsan akong boluntaryong tumutulong upang maipagpatuloy ang aking pag-aaral.

Umiinom si hunk ng san mig beer pero di ko sya narinig na kumanta. Nakikinig lang mag-isa habang kinakausap paminsan-minsa ng may-ari ng bar, normal na ginagawa nya sa lahat ng parokyano nya ng bar na karamihan ay mga negosyante, propesyonal at manaka-nakang mayayamang magsasaka, estudyante at kung minsan mga opisyales ng mga sundalong naka detail sa kalapit ng kampo.

Mahigit 26 na taon na ang nakaraan sa mga pangyayaring ito habang nagkakaha at nag ooperate ako ng minus-one. Mahilig kasing kumanta ang may-ari ng bar at marami ang nag re request na kumanta sya dahil maganda rin naman ang boses nya.

Lampas hating-gabi na kung magsara ang bar at dahil kaibigan na rin ng may-ari ang hunk ay niyaya nya itong doon na lang matulog sa guest-room, kung saan doon din ako natutulog.

In a sleepless early morning, my mind was flying last Thursday to my university with this cute guy resembling Levi Johnson who slept with me in the guest room some 26 years ago.

Thanks to the unknown, I met the same hunk who is now based in Norway through Facebook.

The funniest thing is that we never talked about what happened between us until we chatted and recalled last Thursday how wonderful that night was.

Laughingly, he teased that I don’t even know to performa satisfying bj whle asking if he was my first. I never said I was virgin for I was already long broken. Not totally wrecked, though.

My Levi quipped that he is now a “goodboy” and boasts of having two sons whom he claims of being more handsome than him.

After exchanging how our life ahs been after that exciting night I admit I never though he would succed in life.

“Bugoy bugoy lang gud sa una,” he said. “But having lived like a thug before, it has been my teen life experience that made me what I am today,” he revealeded.

“It has been those drunk and wasted days and night that me me decide to track another life. I went away. Studied and become a seaman. I have been to numerous countries and continents I never imagined like Libya, Africa, Americas and now, I toured all over Europe.

“I work 12 hours with 4 hours automatic overtime payment for 58 straight days and have 28 days vacation," he told me before he start his vacation today.

Surprised. My old flame has rekindled light.

Jokingly, he said he could feel that am starting to fall in love with him especially that he now owns two houses in Metro Manila and two residential lots in nearby Rizal and drives a new SUV car.

As I recalled him pulling up his shirt and down his jeans revealing his youthful body, and glnced on his fresh baby face in the softly lit room as he slid with his skimpy brief on bed lying beside me, he asked me what would I want should we meet again.

“Payakap,” I asked my oil rig seaman in Norway.

"Eextend mo kasi bakasyon mo para mag pang abot tayo sa bakasyon ko uli sa July."

X

kinilig ako sa kanya. though he told me in jest, i felt the warmth and sincerity of him missing me - the fact that our one-night experience occured more than 25 years ago.

i asked him, "payakap.

"paano yan, di naman ako pwedeng lumipad para mayakap din kita," he replied.

stunning.

singkwenta

Yes, I have 50 days before my long-delayed 50-day summer vacation. As usual, I am going to Davao from the Saudi capital. This time, however, my itinerary includes an unnumbered days of stopover in Binangonan, Rizal.

Am not ready, though. I still have to send luggage ahead and the boxes are not really packed yet.

My funds are still uncollected. I still have to pick up few things for the people I care.

Am not sure how to schedule my 50 days.

Bebeh also wants to go to Baguio and Vigan while I want to visit Bora and Bohol before I proceed to Davao.

So many things to prepare that are killing my excitement. My high blood sugar is pulling me to bed instead of working my plan.

I better review my vacation plans.

Things to buy
Things to do
Things for cargo
Things to carry
Passport
Visa
Tickets
Money

protesta

Nag camp out ang mga repatriated caregivers galling Riyadh sa OWWA upang iprotesta ang kanilang sinapit sa kamay ng kanilang mga recruiters at employers ngunit pati OWWA na imbes ibsan ang kanilang paghihirap ay nais tumalikod sa kanilang mga tungkulin na parang bang hindi pera ang mga OFWs ang kanilang ikininabubuhay.

Sabi ni Carmelita Dizon, the protestors “are barking at the wrong tree.” Dapat daw sa POEA sila manghingi ng tulong at bayad or reimbursement sa tiket na kanilang pinang-uwi.

Natensyon ako ng mag tweet ang mga members ng press na may bombero ng dumating at mga anti-riot na umaaligid sa OWWA bulidning pagkatapos lunurin ng malakas ng disco music ang mga boses ng mga nagpoprotesta.
Pero sumuko rin ang Overseas Workers Welfare Administration (OWWA) sa mga nagprotesta at binigay ang mga hinihingi ng inabusong mga OFWs mula Riyadh, na nagsagawa ng tatlong-araw na kampo sa harap ng ahensiya para igiit ang tulong-pinansiyal na umano’y nararapat sa kanila.

Hinarangan ng mga kababaihang OFW mula sa Annasaban Group of Companies ang mga pintuan ng OWWA at hindi umalis doon hangga’t hindi hinaharap ng OWWA administrator.
Pagkatapos ng mahabang negosasyon na nagtapos bandang alas-otso ng gabi, ibinigay sa 43 pinauwing manggagawa ang P10,000 financial assistance; P20,000 na burial assistance sa namatay nilang kasamahang si Elsie Pelayo, libreng medical check-up; at pamasahe pauwi sa kani-kanilang probinsya.

Pero kaninang umaga, may tumawag sa akin, si Melba, isang taga-Palawan ng nakauwi na rin. Dati syang nag trabaho sa Annasban at humingi ng tulong na mapauwi noon dahil nagkasakit sya ng hypertension dahil sa trabaho nilang walang pahinga at walang libreng medical insurance na dapat ay mandatory sa lahat ng mga OFWs sa Riyadh.
Ayaw bayaran ng recruiter ni Melba ang kanyang pamasahe kaya ang kapatid nyang nasa Pilipinas na nakipag chat sa akin noon ang nagpadala ng pera dahil ang Labor Office sa Philippine embassy ay wala ring magawa na mapauwi ng mabilis si Melba.

Nanghihingi ng report sa akin si Melba, na hindi nakasali sa protesta dahils sa karamdaman nya, upang makahingi rin daw sya ng mga nataggap ng mga nag protesta kahapon sa OWWA.

Pag-uusapan pa raw ng OWWA kung dapat bang bigyan ng benepisyo si Melba pagkatapos ng ilang buwan nyang paghihintay na makauwi habang wala syang sahod na natataggap mula sa kompanya.

Bakit sa akin manghingi ng report?
Parang gusto kong sumugod sa OWWA at ipamukha sa kanila ang klase ng serbisyong ibinibigay nila.

Okray talaga.

rubi

Naunsyami na naman ang bakasyon ko ngayong buwan na ito. Dapat kasi noong bumalik galing bakasyon yung isang officemate last week ay ako ang susunod pero inunahan ako ng mas senior sa akin na magbakasyon.

Baka next month o sa Mayo na lang daw ako para makabalik ako ng June in time for my boss’s annual vacation.

Sabi naman ni Bebeh, mas ok na daw na sa Mayo kasi end of contract nya na rin para daw sabay kaming nakabakasyon.

Hinayang na hinayang ako. Andami pa naman sanag graduation parties akong pupuntahan.

Inggit na inggit na ako sa mga kaibigan ko sa Davao. Sa last txt ng partner in crime ko, sabi ni Gerimae, “maam, ang tawag ngayon sa aking ng mga boys ditto ay Rubi kasi tukso daw ako sa kanila palagi.”

Byerna.

amnesia

Matagal ko nang alam na akoy makakalimutin. Nakakahiya nga lalo na kung may isang matagal ng kakilala na di ko matandaan ang kanyang pangalan.

Ilang beses na rin kasing may bumati sa akin at di ko maalala ang kanilang pangalan at kung minsan ay pati kanilang mukha.

Ilang taon na ang nakaraan ng pumasok ako sa embahada ng Pilipinas ditto sa Riyadh upang may interview-hin na opisyal ng pasuguan. Sa guardhouse ay may bumati. Sa embassy kasi ay hindi Pinoy ang guardya. Pero sa loob ng guardhouse ay may bumati sa akin.

Taga-Davao pala sya at ng napansin nyang di ko sya maalala at sinabi nya sa Bisaya, “Ganyan ka pala. Hindi mo na ako maalala pagkatapos ng lahat.”

Nakakahiya na di ko na maalala na minsan na pala kaming magkatabing natulog sa kama ko ng hubot hubad. Sya ang una’t huling lalaking nakita kong di nagsusuot ng briefs habang naka jeans. Masarap naman syang magtrabaho sa kama, pero ewan kung bakit di ko maalala ang name nya hanggang ngayon. Basta ang alam ko, kapatid sya ni Benjie.

Noong isang gabi, madaling araw na sa Kabacan, North Cotabato, may naka chat akong kaibigan. Actually, ang sister-in-law nya ay best friend ko, at nang makita ko na online sya sa Facebook ay binulaga ko ang best friend ko. Pero si Jick-jack pala ang naglalaro ng Farmville. Di raw sya makatulog kaya sya ang naghaharvest sa farm ng bestfriend ko.

Habang nagchachat kami, nabanggit ni Jick-jack na di nya malimutan ang isang insidente sa SM ilang taon na ang nakalipas.

Nadukotan pala noon si Jick-jack habang nag mo malling sila kasama nya ang panganay na anak ng aking best friend, si Pidirt.

Noong nasa elementary days pa, si Pidirt ay cute na talaga. Kayumangging bata na talaga sya noon pa. Matalino si Pidirt at marami syang mga kaibigan. Di ko sya nakikita agad kapag panahon na ng kainan dahil nasa labas pa naglalaro. Pero pag dumating na sya ay diretso syang naghuhugas ng kamay bago kumain. Bibo at marunong sumagot si Pidirt at nakikita ko na noon pa na ayaw nyang magpatalo sa isang diskusyon. Kaya nakikita kona noon pa na magiging mahusay ang buhay nya. Kahit astig siya, marunong si Pidirt tumawag ng tulong at magtanong kung di niya kaya.

Ang paghingi ng tulong upang ikabit ang kulambo upang di makagat ng lamok ang kanyang mga natutulog na kapatid ay di isa sa mga di ko malimutan kay Pidirt.

Naalala ko ito ng ipaalala ni Jick-jack na noong nadukotan sya ng pitaka sa loob ng SM, nakita at nakilala ako ni Pidirt.

Kitang kita ko ngayon ang isang nag aalalang mukha ni Pidirt na nagpapaliwanag sa sitwasyon nasadlakan niya kasama ang tita Jick-jack nya.

“Tito, wala po kaming pamasahe. Di kami makauwi kasi nadukot lahat ng pera ni Tita,” ang maalala ko na sabi nya sa akin.

Sabi ni Jick-Jack kagabi, binigyan ko raw sila ng pamasahe at pang merienda.

Di ko talaga maalala kung di nabanggit ni Jick-jack ang pangyayaring ito pero medyo naalala kona si Pidirt.

Nagbakasyon si Pidirt last December at January sa Kabacan from London kung saan sya nag ta trabaho ngayon kasama ang kanya asawa at dalawang anak.

Sabi ni Jick-jack, napagkwentohan daw nila ni Pidirt yung pangyayari ng tsansang nakita ako ni Pidirt sa SM pagkatapos nilang mawalan ng pera.

Jick-jack was a dental student noon. The first time I saw her was when she arrived for a summer vacation from Quezon City and Davao in Kabacan.

Few minutes after she arrived, she volunteered to do the laundry that day, a household chore that was so tasking it extended for two more days to complete. Of course, in an extended family of more than 10 including 5 children, di ko na rin matandaan kung ilang baretang sabon ang naubos ni Jick-jack noon.

kahapon

A look back at the gate of my university days makes me smile. Who would not when it brings back beautiful and fond memories of my true friends, romance, old flames and lost virginity inside that more than 10,000 hectares of vast agricultural state university.

Last night, thanks to Facebook, I chanced upon a name of an old flame..

Mashala! Parang timang akong nakangising asong tigang.

The photos of the university radio station surprised me. That facility among other things have been the bone of contention during our campus struggle almost three decades ago. The façade of the Engineering Building is now standing tall with a satellite dish while the tennis courts are all freshly painted.

There are also old buildings like the Cafeteria where an overcooked adobong string beans became an inspiration of protest songs inside the campus. Although aside from those songs, romance with my first ever love developed. There are the old College building where now a few quickies were done innocently.

It was in the men’s dormitory where I was once tagged as the queen.

But this blog is about a handsome boy who once lived at the back of the dorm. Actually there were three cutie guys that lived at the back of my dorm.

One, later became a shower buddy while the second guy slept with me once at my friend’s house.

The third is tukayo. We once hit it inside a rest room of a resto bar just outside the university and we never met again until I bumped on him in Riyadh a decade ago. Obviously, a more interesting and outrageous event occurred on my bed.

Tukayo is now back in Mindanao who is eagerly sharing me his life through FB. He now has two cute sons who are now in college.

Hay buhay.

buryong

It’s my week-end and probably my last one in Riyadh for a while.

While my favorite blogger is feeling guilty after escaping work for a day, am also contemplating of rushing to Manila and Davao to run away from the rigors of work.

I suddenly felt burning out. I wanna run out of the office before I scream on the face of my superiors. Yesterday, I argue and almost lost my cool against my office-mates.

Although bebeh wants me to go home on mid May, I really have to take a break.

All I need now is to get my boss final approval next week and find a cheap round trip air ticket back home.

I had my work lined up for the whole week including orienting my officemate of my daily and monthly tasks. I just hope I could finish the February payroll by then.

Also, I still need to pack the things I have to ship and bring home. Whew.

I urgently need that good hard body massage.

tya inez

Mainit ang ulo ko. Naiinis ako. Di ko alam kung bakit.

Sa ngayon, asar-talo ako sa FB ko. Ka chat ko sya, sabi nya nag-iinit daw sya sa mga messages ko pero ang tagal nyang mag reply. Obvious na may ka chat na iba.

Sinubukan ko na kausapin ng tagalog, nag rereply sya.

“Mahal kita,” sabi ko.

“Mahal na mahal kita,” sagot nya.

Ma itot ta,” send ko sa kanya.

“malala na kati mo,” sagot nya.

Doon tumaas ang presyon ko sa selos. paano nya masagot ng ganon na di naman sya pinoy?

Kausap ng fuck-buddy kong cute ang girlfriend nyang taga Ilo-ilo. Ang bweset kasing domestic helper, naagaw ang taga Far East kong sex-mate.

Bi kasi sya. Nawili sa tsimeaa na nakilala nya sa supermarket. Ayon, di ko na halos mahagilap ang bata kong hagip. Di pa naman nya na jerjer, am sure. thorjack na thorjack na ang FB ko pero wala naman silang pwesto. Kaya siguro gusto rin ako pagparausan ng FB ko.

Pero naiinis ako. Sabi kasi nya, di nya raw uubusin ang time nya sa girl nyang Ilongga.

Pero kahapon, tinanong ako ni FB, “How can I get a visa to the Philippines,”

Yun na, Tya Inez. Kainis.

kaibigan

Thanks to Facebook. The networking site has given me a shot in the arm after I saw a birthday message for my youngest brother a name so familiar. Princess Katrina is my longest friend’s daughter back in my college days.

Princess was like four or five years old then and her siblings are so dear to me. As in love na love ko lahat ng anak ng kaibigan kong ito.

Orpha is such a lovely lady. Very practical, a very good cook and a lovely singer. She is a trooper. I don’t drive motorbikes but she does.

The last time we were together, she dropped me at the NAIA for my Riyadh flight. But I felt guilty after arriving in the Kingdom. I made a big blunder that made my friend in trouble. She was okay. She got off the hook but that incident made me hide in my cave for years.

Now, with one click I am reconnected with my friend of around a quarter of century ago.

Last week, my friend dropped her eldest son to NAIA again. I know she would miss Neil.

Neil is the eldest of the siblings. Wafu na talaga si Didik noon pa and he is very loving sa mga kapatid nya kahit puro pasaway sila.

Neil is now happily married with two kids. He works in U.K. and was only on vacation for two months.

The second is Laurence who is now, of all places, working in Iraq. What can I say. Laurence is the cutest among the siblings. Pretty face. Kamukha sya ng pinsan ni Orpha na si Joel, who now works in Laos as an education consultant of Asian Development Bank.

Then it’s Princess, now a dentist. Nagkakilala pala sila ng bunso kong kapatid sa nursing school. Classmate sila. Princess quit the nursing school and attended her clinic in Davao City. Also in that clinic is a small travel agency owned and managed by Princess’s boyfriend.

Sa clinic, naka chat ko kanina si Princess na katabi pala ang friend ko na mama nya. Bongga talaga.

Then si Moymoy. Malambing si Moymoy. Mabait, ngayon ang laki-laki na nya. Ang ganda rin ng girlfriend nya. Police na sa GenSan si Moymoy.

Then ang pinaka baby ni Orphs ay si Matu. Nakakatuwa si Matu kasi pagnagtatampo sa friend ko noon ay lumalayo at umaakyat sa sako-sakong mais o palay na nakasalansan noon sa tindahan. Pero after ng saglit na tampo ay magkaka-bati na sila ng mommy at super sweet na naman ang dalawa na napakasarap tingnan ng mag-ina.

Ngayon, may anak na pala si Matu na kamukhang-kamukha niya, si Gabriel.

Noong minsan nag chat kami ni Princess, kalaro ng friend ko si Matu.

Nagbalik lahat ang ala-ala ko sa bahay ng kaibigan ko, 25 years ago.

Halos lahat ng kapatid ng asawa ni Orpha ay kaibigan ko rin, lalo la si Erwin na super crush ko noon pa. Si Benjie naman ang friendly rin pero si Onet ay napangasawa rin nya ang isa ko pang friend na teacher ko sa Theater Arts. Andami kong masyang ala-ala sa buhay ng friend ko.

I miss you all, Yambao family.

Happy

Thanks God!

My sister-in-law passed the nursing board exam. `Tis a very good reason to be happy.

Masaya rin na ang pamangkin ko na penpal ko dati bago pa sumikat ang email ay nagpaparating through her youngest sibling na gusto nya mag umpisa ng small selling business and tapping to support them. I would be very pleased to support hese two beautiful daughters of my beloved brother. I wish them -- tingting and mikay – best of luck.

Masaya rin ako kasi nakausap ko si bebe kanina. He expressed his eagerness to work overseas by joining me here in the Saudi capital. Sabi ko sa kanya, hold on to his job while we look for the best channel to be deployed here legally. My beb misses me so much as he asks me not to leave him. Masaya naman ang feeling na may nahuhumaling pa sa akin despite my ugliness.


Masaya rin na pumayag yung amo ko na magbakasyon ako after my collegues 21-day vacation. Right now, I have to save money for my air ticket and allowance to keep me alive for my much awaited vacay.

Masaya dahil legal na ang work status ko dito after my sponsorship has been successfully transferred. Although napakalaki ng gastos at until June ko pang babayaran ang loans ko para lang ma transfer ako ay masaya na rin na may peace of mind.

Super saya rin kasi may bulong-bulongan na bibigyan ako ng performance bonus ng aming CEO, whom I served for few weeks during his secretary’s annual vacation.

Sana totoo para masayang-masaya.

blag

Hate na hate ko ang magkasipon. Eto na yata ang pinakaayaw ko sa mga sakit ko. Nakakairita. May allergy kasi ako na rhinitis kaya parang tubig pag tumulo ang sipon ko. Kainis.

Andami pang work sa office. Ang walang katapusang monthly statistical reports ng company, payroll, medical insurance claims at data cleansing campaign, liban sa regular daily work routine on employment recruitment at visa processing.

Andami ko ring personal na bagay na dapat gawin. Isa na rito ang pag samsam ng krismas tri na matagal na dapat natago sa storage room. May mga ipabagahe pa akong mga lighting fixtures para sa bahay ko sa Davao. Di pa rin naempake.

Di ko pa nabili yung bagong laptop para makapagpahinga na ang 10-year old kong Vaio. Ang bigay sa aking Black Berry ay di ko pa rin napapagana. I need to get it configured with a new SIM chip.

I really need help pero wala namang may ganang tumulong sa akin. Lumalapit na lang yata sila kung may problema sa pera. Ano ba naman yan. Di naman ako si Money Villar.

Buti na lang bumabalik na ang mga favorite kong Bloggers gaya ni Bernadette, Batchoi Boy, Mandaya, Spoolarist, Jericho at Rey. Thanks sa walang absent na blog ni Soul Jacker at ni Fuschiaboy DP of Siem R.

Nakakaenganyo tuloy na magsulat muli. Pero dapat bili na rin ako ng matagal ko ng planong bagong digital cam.

Kelan kaya ako magkakapera?

new year na beh

So many things happened but I cant explain why I can’t write.

All I could recall is that after my bebe survived the Superferry sinking, it seems that my adrenalin to write has been exhausted.

Parang wala anmang maniwala sa rason na ito. Kaya sige na, sulat na lang ng sulat.

Nag 2010 na kanina. Andaming welcome greetings sa FB account ko. Parang nakakasuka na. Naisip ko tuloy, bakit ba napaka big deal magka new year na kung tutuusin ay parang patuloy lang naman ang pagsikat ng isang ordinaryong araw.

Aged people has thought of grouping 365 days and as far as I can remember, we celeberate the end and the beginning of each year. Sa Pilipinas, paputok at ingay ang pangsalubong sa bagong grupong ng 365 na araw samantalang karaniwan ng super busy ang huling araw sa pamamalengke ng mga bilog na prutas upang isalubong sa bagong taon.

Marami ring pagkain sa new year kaya kahapon, napag-isipan kong magluto ng puto at arroza valenciana. Pero di pa ako nakabili ng chorizo bilbao.

Ang puto naman, nasa loob ng room ng flat-mate ko yung sugar.

AYoko naman lumabas ng apartment kasi ang ginaw ginaw.

Buti na lang si Zamo at ang asawa nya at anak ay namigay ng seafood bihon at macaroni salad.

At least meron pagkain sa dining table.

In Riyadh, this Christmas and new year holidays are not celebrated. Kaya, ilang taon na rin akong nasanay na dumaan ang bagong set of 365 days pagkatapos dumaan ang lumang taon.

There was no firecrackers. Like an ordinary wee-end, the old year just past.

Anyhow, the puto is done. I got the sugar out of my flatmate’s room.