New Year

It's 09 and what better way to face the new year than being literally flooded with water spilled from the Banica River. Good thing that our house is on an elevated area which spared us from celebrating new year evacuating ourselves saving our dear lives and greet the first morning scooping out mud and throwing away damaged appliances

Neighbor 1. House is 5 meters away from the river. They were preparing for media noche when suddenly they heard a big thud. Alas! their fence collapsed and water started seeping in. Then in a span of few minutes it started rising to more or less a meter. They heard another thud and their kitchen gave in to the pressure of both water and mud hitting the flimsy foundations of their dirty kitchen. They had to flee their house by removing some galvanized iron sheets that nearly trapped them.

Neighbor 2. The mother of my nephew's home. Their house is next to Neighbor 1's house. When the other side of their fence collapsed, water also rushed in to theirs. They have to evacuate everything that's manageable to the second floor. They celebrated their New Year there not with the excitement of seeing skies light up with foreworks but praying that water will start subsiding. My brother needs to brave the flood to save his kid. Yes only his kid. My nephew's bicycle is nowhere to be found and my mom has been jittery about it more than the whole incident. My father harrumphed.

Affected families (more or less 5 from what ive heard) have to celebrate new year scooping dirt and mud out of their houses and resumed new year celebration and media noche on the streets.

Still i say cheers for 09 and a new kitchen and fence to Neighbor 1!

Bad boys place your bet...

"Who are you kidding? me?" This line would best work with a scoff channeled to the indolent kneeling down at your mercy. He would stare at you teary-eyed and teeth gnashing while recalling his prophesized victory go kaput.
You advanced yourself an inch close to where his shadow is casted and throw your cigarette at his general direction and off you go and him reduced to a bag of gray ash.

Ah! Revenge is always sweet! for this is how i really told my gay friend how to get even to a self-serving money-sucking dirty-feet boyfriend. To share a piece of that moment --





Paulie: So kamo pa sa imong bf?


Friend: Yeah, we're still together...(teary-eyed, with matching panghupaw)


Paulie: And what's that sigh mean?


Friend: Well, d ko sure kung kaya nako syang bulagan.


Paulie: Really? (i look empathetic but i just want to strangle him with a piece of nylon and leave him swaying like a pendulum on a neighboring acacia tree).


Friend: Yeah, it's really hard Paulie. I simply can't let go of him.


Paulie: Ok there are a lot of reasons why you simply can't let go, and if you may ill number there in basis of importance --

1. You wont find another better "bone"; since according to your description and statistically based from your random guy-experience, the guy's gifted.

2. He's the only person who has the guts to call you sweetie in a volume audible to the largest mammal.

3. You'll miss buying guy stuff -- new pair of running shoes, sweatpants, jersey's, etc.

4. You'll miss LBC Kwarta Padala, Western Union, and the list goes on.

5. You'll miss being needed.

6. And...



Friend: It's number 5, girl. Mao jud na mao jud na

(to be continued)

the essence of doing this.

For a while, ive been staring at the blinking cursor thinking of what significant ranting this newly-found space deserves. it's been awhile since i lured myself into publicly declaring my thoughts and trajecting all of my emotions to the helpless reader.

Several reasons why i need to blog...
1. It's best to poke some neurons while paying for an hourly internet rate of 20 bucks an hour while hoaning my main agenda -- searching for lovelife. (LOL)
2. Brilliant bums are here. For the past months, i never knew what they're up to. We work on the same island, breathe the same filthy air yet we suck at managing our time in seeing each other.
3. Miscellanea. For some other reasons too petty :)

So i formally welcome myself on board wearing my freakum dress pumping no less than the tranny irony ;)