An Artwork In The Making
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day 2
"Have you chosen which of the obb's to use?" from Joel McVie,
and
"When are you coming back?" from Dats.
"Yes, we have.",
and
"Season 3 opens on April 14, our anniversary."
An Aussie friend of mine who comes to HK quite often and meets up with me secretly, was preparing my drink while we were hanging out at his apartment tonight, when he said, "Do you want it strong?"
And without even having to think about it, I said, "Yes."
"Oh yeah. Like everything else in your life."
"What do you mean?" I was puzzled.
"Like the cigarettes that you smoke, and your men, and the garlic in your adobo, and the pepper on your soup, and the more-than-extra virgin olive oil in your pasta. You're an all or nothing person, Ryan. You live life to the extremes. Sometimes you're extremely horny, other times you're not interested in sex at all. I'm not surprised you're still single. You probably demand all or nothing even when it comes to love. It's not just black and white, babe. There are lots of shades of grey in between them."
Labels: blogging and bitching, boys will be boys, faces and places
Posted by cant_u_read at 11:54 PM
I feel like I overworked this week. And my usual whiny, cry-baby self could easily complain and bitch around. But my more reasonable self took over me and I found myself bright and bubbly today, the last day of my work week. There's nothing to complain about, really. My healthy social life is keeping up with the equilibrium. ;-)
Steve's 30th birthday at Volume, Wednesday last week.
Shenzhen weekend getaway, last Friday
Red and F.I.N.D.S. night-out, last night
TONIGHT! Leaving for a 5-day Panglao trip. Excited!
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Labels: announcement, blogging and bitching, my life as a dancer
Posted by cant_u_read at 11:17 PM
Pao didn't wanna tag me so I took the initiative.
The Shuffle Test
RULES:Put your music player on shuffle.For each question, press the next button to get your answer.You must write that song name down no matter how silly it sounds!
1. If someone says "Is this okay?" you say?
Lucky Star (Madonna) -- could i get any gayer?!?!
2. What would best describe your personality?
Chillout James (Kevin Johansen) -- right on!
3. What do you like in a guy/girl?
Master Of The House (Les Miserables) -- sakto again!
4. How do you feel today?
The First Cut Is The Deepest (Cat Stevens)
5. What is your life's purpose?
Drown In My Own Tears (Ray Charles) -- wag naman!
6. What is your motto?
Overpowered/ Seamus Haji Remix (Roisin Murphy)
7. What do your friends think of you?
How Can You Stop? (Michael Buble) -- uhmm... Steve would agree. and maybe La too. and Jethro. and Nelson. and Dan. and Chris.
8. What do you think of your parents?
Easy Ka Lang (Eraseheads) -- not applicable anymore. they're too easy now.
9. What do you think about very often?
Could You Be Loved? (Bob Marley) -- huh?!?! could who be loved?
10. What do you think of your bestfriend?
I'll Cover You/ minus one (Rent) -- hehehehe!
11. What do you think of the person you like?
Light Years (Kylie Minogue) -- adik?!
12. What is your life story?
Hypnotic, Erotic Games (Soulshaker, Pacha Ibiza) -- overstatement!
13. What do you want to be when you grow up?
Hey Big Spender! -- lmfao!
14. What do you think when you see the person you like?
Lesson To Be Learned (Barbra Streisand) -- uhmm, well, I did get gayer here.
15. What do your parents think of you?
Situations (Jack Johnson)
16. What will you dance to at your wedding?
No Ordinary Love (Sade) -- aww!
17. What will they play at your funeral?
A Very Nice Prince (Into The Woods) -- princess.
18. What is your favorite hobby/interest?
Rehab (Amy Winehouse) -- whadda?!?! ulol ka, Amy!
19. What is your biggest fear?
Whenever Wherever Whatever (Maxwell) -- takot main love? 'course not!
20. What is your biggest secret?
The Postman's Dreams/ I Sogni del Postino (Il Postino OST) -- yeah, I wish I had a hunk of a postman as a dirty little secret.
21. What song will be the title when you repost this?
Ikaw Lang Ang Mamahalin (San Miguel Master Chorale) -- any volunteers?
One Tuesday afternoon at work, my good friend Ayi came up to me and asked whether I could teach the warm-up class assigned to her for the following day. I agreed.
On the train home, my Ipod was on shuffle and it played a song that inspired me to sms Josh, Dan and Chris:
"2:45 warm-up. Bring high heels."They did. So did I. And so come combination time, the class was divided into three groups: the boys, the girls, and the boys in heels.
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My Dearly Beloved You,
Isn't it amazing how inseparable we've become? How we've grown to trust each other as safeguards of our deepest, filthiest secrets? How we've strived to explore each other's secrets and solve each other's most baffling mysteries? How we've survived our emotional bruises standing by and for each other? How, through the most miserable and most opportune days through the years since we met, we've owned each other as an integral part of our very own selves? How hideously, shamelessly intimate we've become?
I enjoyed you as much as you did me. I introduced you to my other friends because our association was, and still is, of great magnitude to me. Some of them welcomed you unreservedly, while others with a little measure of reluctance. Still, you were my friend and that was all that mattered to me.
But like any other human relationship, ours is bound by the universal rules of space, which, we have conveniently put out of our minds. It used to work out just fine, our disregard to this particular law of nature. It doesn't anymore. At least to me, it doesn't anymore.
So please understand if I have to stay away from you for a while. Let me take pleasure in myself for now. And my other friends. And the things that I used to enjoy but have been neglecting recently. Let me go back to the gym. Let me watch my diet again. Let me blog and do my podcasts with Dan. Let me enjoy my Friday nights at Law's in Causeway Bay. Let me make dinner again for my friends from work. Let me enjoy free vodka nights in Volume without having you to tag along. Let me rearrange my room. Let me catch up on my reading. And sleep. Let me create another artistic work. Let me be without you for a while. Let me miss you. Just for a while.
I am not saying goodbye. I can't. I don't want to. I haven't outgrown you yet. There are more places to journey to, and more quiet evenings to drown in oblivion. I just want to remember what life was like before I met you. Because with you around, everything is beautiful and living is too convenient. And I don't want it that way. Not always.
But know that I love you. I always have and I always will. Bye for now. I'll be back. I promise.
Yours sincerely,
P.s.
Please don't think I'm asking you to steer clear from my friends also. Some of them have learned to love you and enjoy your company as well. But I don't want to be part of your interactions with them. Not in any way.
I called Lawrence twice to inform him I was already in Causeway Bay and that I was gonna ransack his fridge because I was hungry. Both times, he didn't pick up. So when, after about 2 minutes, my phone rang, I was certain it was he. I pressed the answer button without checking the number first. I was all giggly when I said, "Hi friennnnnnnnnnnd!" I was mistaken. It was another person calling. And that person, a mere acquaintance was taken aback after hearing me talk that way. I was laughing my ass off as I explained to him that I was expecting another call. While on the phone with the person, half of my brain was thinking, "God, I'm not yet ready for spring. Maybe I should walk around a bit to look for some really nice shorts. I have much time to kill anyway." So I did. I went inside Guess first. But I had to leave immediately. They had a nice white bag that I couldn't stand looking at. It was too beautiful! And I couldn't afford it right now. Maybe not in the next two months even. I walked a little more until I found Gas --- one of those shops that I don't really frequent because their merchandise are just addictive and pricey. I don't even know until now why I chose to visit Gas instead of Diesel, which stood just about 3 meters away. Diesel, being the brand my wallet prefers. So anyway, I was checking out a pair of fatigue shorts, still on the phone with the person when it dawned on me that I was speaking loudly. There was a Filipino-looking tisoy in the store who kept looking at me. He probably thought I was humiliating. After hanging up, I walked down to the other end of the rack to examine the grey striped shirt I saw as I was walking inside the store. I took off my dark shades to It was then that the Filipino-looking tisoy came up to me and said, "Ryan?" Call it celebrity complex, but the first thought that popped in my mind was, "Wow! Another The Dan and Rye Show listener!" I smiled at him and with the confidence of a Hollywood star, I said "hi." "Di mo ko nakikilala no?" My smile turned from self-assured to apologetic. "Ang daya mo! I recognized you as soon as I saw you, pero ako di mo na kilala. You look so different! You look like you're enjoying your life a lot. Di ka na mukhang starving artist." "Pano mo ko nakilala if you're saying I look so different?" "Your voice hasn't changed. And your smile." I was staring at him, dumbfounded. A barrage of thoughts and emotions overpowered me. Flattered. Confused. Scared. Embarrassed. Hungry. "Francis," he finally revealed. My eyes grew big and I felt my heart thump. ®®® It was the summer of 1999. I just got kicked out from the university and was suffering from a freshly-bruised heart. I didn't know what to do with my life. I wasn't even sure I wanted it to continue. I failed my parents and my first attempt at romance turned out to be a huge fiasco. I tried everything to entertain myself --- crazy night-outs, mountain climbing, alcohol, weed, shopping, mIRC. That's where I met him. On #gaymanila, Undernet. For a whole week, we chatted every night from 11-3. During daytime, we'd sms nonstop, telling each other everything we were going through throughout the day: from big realizations about life, love & relationships to Chico & Delamar. Everything. I would refuse to sms my other friends so I could save my load for him. About 3 days after we started talking on the phone, we agreed to meet up. Gerry's (or was it Dencio's?), Tomas Morato, 10 pm (I think). It went well. It went better than I expected. A few rounds of beer later, we left and headed to a discreet motel in the residential part of Cubao. We drank some more and talked. Then we cuddled. Then he asked me about the guy who broke my heart, and I cried, telling him about the guy. He held me in his arms. He smelled nice and I was drunk and horny. We started to make out. I could feel he was hard and I was too. But we didn't have sex. We checked out of the motel, picked up a bottle of Emperador brandy and Coke, and headed to his place in Pasig. There, we talked some more. Until the sun rose, and it was time for me to go home. I woke up late in the afternoon that day with a hang-over. I checked my 5110 as soon as I opened my eyes to see how many messages he has sent me while I was asleep. None. I asked my dad whether anyone called for me. None. I got the message. He didn't like me. Maybe that's why he didn't try to have sex with me. Maybe his kiss meant nothing more than "You must feel terrible. I hope this makes you feel better." I wanted to call to ask why he acted so different all so suddenly. But I didn't wanna look more pathetic and more vulnerable than I already was. Around dinnertime, he sent me a message that went something like, "I just woke up. I hope your hangover is not as bad as mine. Call me when you wake up." We went out for about two more weeks after that. One night, we were on a cab going home from a friend's party, I asked him whether he was willing to be in a relationship with me. He said no. The reason being, he was leaving for Japan soon. He had just graduated from college before we met and his parents had arranged for him to join them there where bigger career opportunities were waiting for him. I asked how soon. He said in less than a week. I was hurt I felt he was being unfair, leading me on like that when he knew we had no future together. I didn't speak to him for days. I refused to take his calls and reply to his messages. When I was ready to talk things over, he decided it was his turn to act stubborn. One morning, he sent me a message asking to see me. He said he was leaving the following day. I went to his place that night and we had sex. The first time we did. After which, I asked him why we never considered a long-distance relationship as an option. I hadn't met Guillaume or Ricky then. I was young and idealistic and I didn't know how much time, effort, maturity and money were required to make an LTR work. I though love was enough. And I believed our love was enough. He said he didn't want it. It would be difficult for us both. He was all dressed and ready to go to the airport when he woke me up the following morning. I got up and hopped in the cab with him. I had prepared myself to bring him to the airport. But he instructed the driver to drop me off at my place first before heading to NAIA. Before the cab turned right to Santolan from EDSA, I asked him, "Pano tayo?" He said, without any trace of sadness, "Ganun talaga. Some relationships are not meant to last a lifetime. Be thankful na lang that we had this moment, kahit na sandal lang." He squeezed my hand and I let out a tear. That was our last encounter. I never found him on mIRC again after that and he never answered any of my emails. Eventually, I forgot about him. From that time on until today, I have met lots of Francises here and there. And I've heard of Japan a lot of times. But not once did any of these ever remind me of the Francis that I fell in love with who flew to Japan and left me heart-broken. Never. ®®® "Bat nandito ka?", I asked him after I managed to regain my composure. "Bakasyon lang." "But you still live in Japan?" "Yes, Dun na ko naka-base. Kelan ka dadalaw dun?" "Wala pa kong plans. Hanggang kelan ka dito?" "Sunday. Dito ka na ba nakatira?" "Oo. I moved here in June of 2005." "Ah talaga? E kunin ko number mo. Gimik tayo bukas or something. Ano work mo?" "Dancer pa rin. Hehe! Sino kasama mo?" His phone rang. He talked to the caller in Japanese. "Ryan, balik na ko sa hotel. Ready na mag-Mong kok yung mga kasama ko." "Ok. Sino ba yun?" "Yung partner ko tsaka sister nya." "Ahhh ok! O sige! Ingat!" He hurried away then he looked back and signaled that he will call me. Then it dawned on me, we didn't get to exchange numbers. Maybe what he said to me years ago was right. That some relationships are not meant to last a lifetime. I'm still thankful that we had this moment, 9 years after we last saw each other, kahit na sandal lang.
pre-HK; the height of my career as a dancer ---
back in the day when i could munch on anything edible i set my eyes on
without having to worry about gaining a single pound.
summer of 2006---
i was dancing less and cooking more.
but i had Saturday & Friday nights devoted
to burning calories on the dancefloor;
Pui O Beach (photo by Mamangun)
January 2007---
3 months after I started
serious weight training and food supplements
(photo by Mamangun)
January 2008---
a year after the last photo was taken.
a year & 3 months of on-and-off
weight training and protein overdose
(photo by Mamangun; sponsored by Ayi)
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Labels: blogging and bitching, life's sweet realizations, looking back, my life as a dancer, photo blog
Posted by cant_u_read at 10:30 PM
Difficult as it may be, he had chosen to bid his Dell goodbye, to give way to a new member of the Divine Court--- Pink Becky.
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