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Beyond Technical Support

Fri, 22 Apr 2005 07:39:53 -0500

In my routine check of filtering emails from Microsoft Outlook Express in the office, I stumbled upon this peculiar bold-font one-liner message today sent from a fellow worker who is fond of sending chain emails and other regular spam stuff. This, in contrast to the other stuff he sends, catches me off-guard and I don't know if this was really meant for me and what gives? From the look of it, this email disguised itself through BLIND CARBON COPY protocol. Despite my hesitation, I replied to the sender of this particular email and asked what gives. Turned out the person was out of the office and won't be back for a few days. The igat went on leave. In my troubled thoughts, I couldn't help but wonder and ponder on the implication of the one-liner message to what's going on in my life right now. I'm actually devoid of the usual drama of the heart these days so this is really off-kilter for me. What a message! The message with the question mark! It's gonna haunt me for the rest of my days.

So being the opinionated kind of person that I am, I know I have my own answers but my soul is as restlessless as it can be. I need to find a more plausible and witty answer out there. The truth must be out there. To satiate this desire, I forwarded the message to a select group of intellectuals in the office. And up to 8:06pm tonight, I only got lukewarm responses from them. Not wanting to resign from this small quest, I'm posting it here so I can get more feedback. Help me, people. Thanks! They say, "Follow your heart." But if your heart breaks into a million pieces, which piece do you follow?

An Afternoon Delight

Thu, 21 Apr 2005 05:30:43 -0500

I went out to watch a movie at AYALA mall with my housemate, Romeo, this afternoon right after we finished cleaning up our dirty living room, and just before I came in the office. The movie is called Hide & Seek. I'm not really a big fan of Robert DeNiro. I'm rather a huge fan of the child star little Ms. Dakota Fanning. Great actress. I used the sole premiere ticket I won a few weeks ago and it saved me a hundred bucks. Shien. When we got in, the movie just started.
Now, if you are thinking that this will be just another amateur movie review, you are definitely wrong. I do that in highschool and some in college. And I'm really not much of a movie critic anyway so I'd rather be the regular movie viewer, sitting back on his comfy seat and enjoying the movie from start to finish. It's one way to stay happy instead of bitching about how the movie sucked or how crappy the actors did their parts. No siree. That's not me.
So anyway, for the most part, I was attentive to the development of the film. Sometimes, when I turn to ask Romeo something about the film, I'd catch him looking to his right. He was stealing furtive, if not obvious, glances at the guy sitting alone on the row across the aisle. Romeo whispered that he is cute. I said, "Uh huh." And went back to concentrate on the movie. I could still see Romeo from the corner of my eye that he couldn't stop himself from glancing the supposedly cutie across him. I tried to stare for a couple of seconds at the guy, squinting my eyes in the dark, trying to get a clear image of him, but could not. I was there to enjoy the movie, not to ogle at some guy sitting by himself from a distance.

When we got out, Romeo retorted that it was a good flick, not another kind of flick which has a predictable ending. I looked at him in spite. "Come on, you weren't even concentrating because your cute guy was distracting you!" He let out a laugh as we went down the escalators. At least, Romeo had fun, whether with the movie or with that guy. To each his own. But it made me think. It was not the movie I can waste to just something like that. Maybe some other time. Maybe I'll watch Savanah and do the same. What more can you expect from a flick with Penelope Cruz and Matthew McConaghuey? I'm sure it's a total bore. I've read the reviews. Who knows, another cute guy might just come in and sit across me? I might just get luckier than Romeo.

Perils of Being Fabulous

Wed, 20 Apr 2005 08:15:39 -0500

Last Sunday afternoon, I was invited to accompany my fabulous gay friend, who worked in the same company as I do for almost a couple of years now, who also happened to live just right across the street where I live with two other co-workers.

My gay friend had to get some ordered suits from his favorite seamstress somewhere in Junquiera, that little crowdy place somewhere in the heart of the cityof Cebu. It's where pirated goods like DVD's, VCD's and the like, cheap apparel loom, as well as inexpensive and filthy brothels, disco houses, and karaoke bars are found mushrooming like no one can imagine and whores and pimps overflow to lure horny foreigners and the local rejects for a few hundred pesos per shag. Easy-money. Nice. Anyone can get laid without exhausting what little resources the male animal can afford.

I was hungry so we ate at the popular fastfood first. When we got out, my 6-footer gay friend was approached by an old foul-smelling, smutty-looking lady, while he was lighting up his cigarette. The lady signalled to her whore, a young, long-haired, skinny lady, probably a teenager, and mouthed the words, "200 pesos lang, serrr!" This caught him off-guard. All this happened in not more than five full seconds. I didn't notice the old pimp and her whore. I was too busy eyeing the cute guy crossing the street towards us. But I was laughing my ass off anyhow when he related the story as we walked along the unwashed, discolored street towards the seamstress's shop.

"What was she thinking?" my friend interjected in disgust, "Am I that savage-looking for her to offer me her burikat? My goooddd! Ewww!" he continued.

I couldn't help it. I almost vomitted laughing so hard. My friend forgot all about that later on when, one by one, he fitted the suits the seamstress made for him. He felt fabulously happy about his new set of wardrobe. We didn't talk about his horrific experience with the old hag anymore going home. Imagine how a new set of fine threads can do to a once-disgusted fairy.

You may say it is amazing. I say it is a miracle!

Marvin's Eyes: Look Closer

Mon, 18 Apr 2005 12:00:22 -0500

His name's Marvin something. Was browsing through the profiles in this particular social networking site ala Friendster, but this one is for gay peeps, and found this guy's pics. Oh me, just look into those eyes...Geez!

Why Did Disco Die?

Thu, 14 Apr 2005 08:36:18 -0500

It's still 5 days before payday comes and I was a little bit short on the dough but I still went out last night to this pathetic excuse of a comedy bar downtown with my newest girl friend Vien and newfound bud Milla Jane, who is as queer as I, only that she is more of the masculine side. Lesbians are great these days, aren't they? I knew it was gonna be the usual bore with the stand-up comic in his best fag-hag dress wearing a huge blonde wig and three inches of make up on his nondescript face. He delivers his jokes in strained Tagalog and it was all I can do to keep myself from throwing an empty Red Horse bottle at him.

The videoke kings and queens kept passing the mic to each other singing their little lungs out and weren't even fazed by the mocking looks of the audience. I was totally incensed. So I tried to keep my cool by holding on to my cigs, clumsily lighted one to the butt, cursed under my breath, looked around if anyone saw my blatant folly, and lit another. My vision was clouded by my own careless puffs of smoke. Taking glances at Vivs, the full-breasted, hot-blooded woman and my newfound friend Mila Jane, I realized that they weren't really having a ball watching the semi-circus performance in front. I motioned MJ to lean over and screamed that we were just gonna finish the drinks then we were heading to HALO, that little bar at the back of the mall across that abandoned and fiascoed hotel building downtown. Its where most prepubescent socialites, delinquents and social climbers frequent to enjoy the euphoria of the latest RnB music and drown in pitchers of bubblegum-flavored frozen maragarita. Sexual innuendos are rife in this place. This is the place where its raining yummy ones and the plain-looking, if not the grotesque, just simply come flooding in.

Finally, the RnB band played and then we danced a bit. I was already a bit tipsy when I finished my last bottle of beer, I bid goodbye to Juicy Lou, who invited us, and her boyfriend, who plays the guitar in the band, and asked my companions Vien and Mila Jane to hurry. My celfone clock struck 1:20am something. Drats! It was a bit late already. No nights are young on Sundays. When the taxi turned to get in the entrance, the security guard hailed us and told us the bar was already closed. Rats!!! We headed back to the comedy bar, surprised Juicy Lou and ordered for another bottle of beer. The cuties were scarce in the bar. We finally called it a night, bade goodbye to each other and went home. It wasn't a total drag. We had a bit of fun, too. But we could've done much better. Darn! Ok, next time. Watch out!

Frequently Asked Questions

Sun, 27 Mar 2005 21:19:10 -0600

It's funny how a simple thing can ruin someone to pieces and take you into lonely places. A very unfortunate thing indeed. Everything closes in and you look at your life and ask yourself where you've gone wrong. You are on the very brink. No time to deliberate. You're left for dead.

A former highschool classmate who works in the same company I work for had his heart broken over the girl of his dreams just recently. They have been together for almost 6 years and with just a snap of a finger, she told him it's over. Thru SMS. Very convenient, huh? I don't blame him if this should devastate him. Not all men are pigs. Some guys, straight or not, take relationships seriously. I'm not at all like that but it made me wonder: How can someone be so beautiful be treated like that? I mean, what the hell was she thinking? I was reluctant to speak to him. When matters of the heart are tackled, I usually just have my say when asked. I'm not so good with things like that. I tend to swoon.

But then I got to talk to him. We started off by talking about the life we had in highschool. How rebellious we were and all. We were practically laughing our asses off when he told the story about that Social Studies teacher who got shitless scared when someone showed him a gun and threatened to kill him. It was a toy gun. But Mr. Omoso fled like a girl out of the room and brought the midget principal back with him and two security guards. We were reminiscing. And then we went silent. It was deafening. And then I opened the topic about his unfortunate heartbreak. The guy explained what really happened. Almost teary-eyed. Wouldn't look at me in the eye too long. And he asked me how I knew about it. He was kinda private about his love life. I told him everybody was talking about him when he went AWOL for a week from work. Word gets around, you know, I explained. These people are just concerned, I went on. He was just this very nice person, tall, very good looking and everybody likes him. Nobody wants to see him sad.

So he went on, telling me how she had him fooled, this and that, blah, blah, blah, strumming his pain with his own fingers whilst fumbling the keys of his celfone (While talking to me, he was texting to his 5th grader sis about his love problem.) The guy is really that desperate. He choked on his words and I offered loud sighs as my way of telling that I feel for him. I played my lips with my fingers. I was mostly speechless. "Uh huh's" are all I can muster. I wished I can offer more comfort. But we all have problems and whatever world he thinks he is living right now, he needs to realize that life is like that and the only key to survival is resilience. Really. No matter how many heartbreaks or how painful one single heartbreak is, you still need to know that life should still move on. I think he is old enough to know that. Jesus. Love is really just overrated. Thank God I play for the other team.

The Genesis

Sat, 26 Mar 2005 22:57:57 -0600

It's hard to say goodbye to something that you have been comfortable with for a long time. I'm a person who hates a lot of changes. If I find something comfortable, it's very hard to adjust to a new setting and adapt the new environment. But I guess, that's just what life is all about. It's all about getting ready all the time. It's about survival. I finally decided to bid goodbye to my old blogging site for reasons I can only keep to myself. But I am glad that I found a new home here. And I think I'm going to stay here for a very long time. I'm hoping to meet new friends here, locally or from somewhere else. I'm looking forward to reading other people's blogs and learn anything from them. I'm also looking forward to your comments that you might want to drop as you read my blog. I'm optimistic that this is going to be a great new experience in my blogging world. I can't wait to start posting insane ramblings soon. This is it for now. This is me, the persistent infatuation junkie, signing off for now. I'll be back!