Write It, Dammit!

"Write down the thoughts of the moment. Those that come unsought for are commonly the most valuable."

-Francis Bacon

(1909-1992)

It's been 4 hours since I awoke from my 17 hours of Mogadon-induced slumber; 3 hours and a half since my first attempt to write something for my blog.

It's not the absence of something to write about that I am experiencing right now. Not at all. The present state of my mind is comparable to rush hour Welcome Rotonda --- infested with copious faces and activities coming from all four directions. The traffic is overwhelmingly heavy and it is brimming with too many different sounds, colors and movement. Oh and yes, pollution too!

I could write about that "really nice German" that I was chatting with while I was answering the meme I posted days back; or the fun that we had on the beach yesterday with his friends; or the reeking sunburn that I got (my first EVER!) from basking in the sun for 5 hours sans sunscreen; or how I partied like a 16-year old from Saturday night all the way through Sunday night; or the gorgeous gay Asian couple I met at the beach; or the anxiety brought about by the upcoming contract renewal meeting; or the winsome french ad I came across online today; or how the troikasters' latest podcast on long distance and open relationships made me cringe.

There's a plethora of subjects to write about. But I can't do it. I seem to have ceased to function today.

I have a weekend hangover.

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And the irony of it all is that, I got to write something after all. Ganda!

So I Thought I Can Dance

youtube says that embedding has been disabled for this vid. so for all of you who haven't seen it, or for those who wanna see it again, click here.



W-O-W!

Thanks, Dan for showing me this vid.

...and that's when i'll discover that revenge is sweet...

heartbreaker: hey, i was just wondering... are you still interested in sleeping with me?

revenger : (apathetic) sure.

heartbreaker: cool. let's go?

revenger : not now.

heartbreaker: why not?

revenger : you'll have to be patient. the waiting line is long. (walks away with another man)

For Elaine

Why, oh why, can't I just find it in my heart to forgive you, after all these years?

I wanna be around to pick up the pieces
When somebody breaks your heart
Some somebody twice as smart as I

A somebody who will swear to be true
As you used to do with me
Who'll leave you to learn
That mis'ry loves company, wait and see

I mean, I wanna be around to see how he does it
When he breaks your heart to bits
Let's see if the puzzle fits so fine

And that's when I'll discover that revenge is sweet
As I sit there applaudin' from a front-row seat
When somebody breaks your heart
Like you, like you broke mine

Words and Music by Sadie Vimmerstedt and Johnny Mercer

There Is Beauty In Solitude

mellow yellow willow widow
Originally uploaded by jojomamangun

Another Superb Madrigal Moment

be sure to watch until the descant towards the end.



Aren't they just amazing?

Bid My Armpit Hair Good-bye

They'll be back in a week. I hope.

State Of Emergency

Only two out of the eighteen gay men I've met over the past four weeks consider themselves strictly tops.

Three are versatile.

All the rest, bottoms.

The world is experiencing a serious case of scarcity. Or is it only in HK? Or is it just the people that I attract? No, hold on... I don't look like a raging top. Not at all.

First "Tagging" Event

Tonight, while walking down the overpass that connects the bus stop to the village where I live, a question just popped in my mind from nowhere: "Why have I never been tagged?" Half an hour later, I logged on to my Blogger account and saw a message from my lesbian cyberkada (ang cheap nung cyberkada noh?), joyjoy asking me whether I was busy. I found it rather odd that she asked me........

Leche! Ang haba na ng intro ko! Ang point ko lang naman is, here now is my first ever meme. (though bubble: do people really read stuff like this?)

Three things that scare me

1. to be fed alive to dogs

2. to be arrested and detained for substance abuse

3. to still be in HK when the ice caps start flooding the world. thanks Al Gore for the warning!

Three people who make me laugh

1. Dan, Chris and Julius, my gay best friends in HK payagan nyo na ko mag-triple tie!

2. Mai, my gay younger brother

3. my gay self

Three things I love

1. Maggi Perencah Kari

2. martinis by the beach

3. Absolut Vanilia

Three things I hate

1. pointless arguments

2. lies
3. (oh, yes of course..) homophobia

Three things I don’t understand

1. why my chest is still 36 inches. the last time i measured was two months and 2 tubs of protein shake ago.

2. workplace politics

3. how i managed to get the highest scores in trigonometry in high school without even needing to use a calculator. I am math-phobic, for pete's sake!

Three things on my desk

1. my laptop

2. condoms

3. a japanese lamp-turned-desk lamp

Three things I am doing right now

1. answering this meme

2. chatting with a really nice german guy I met at a morning party 3 weeks ago.

3. sporadically releasing addictively odorous gas that my system has produced from protein overdose. Eew!

Three things I want to do before I die

1. star in a porn film

2. establish myself as an artiste extraordinaire in Prague

3. build a house with a beautiful garden and a stunning kitchen for La Remi

Three things I can do

1. tolerate other people's quirks

2. smile even when in the most trying moments

3. choreograph

Three things I can’t do

1. kill
2. triple pirouettes

3. involve myself in politics. I am just incapable. I will end up a laughing stock.

Three things I think you should listen to
1. I agree, Joy... Max Ehrmann’s Desiderata
2. the voice of conscience

3. The Dan & Rye Show (season 2 coming up end of July!)

Three things you should never listen to

1. anyone who hinders your growth

2. liars

3. gossip

Three things I would like to learn

1. making pasta by hand

2. ironing I swear to God, it's effing difficult!

3. break dance

Three favorite foods

1. Grilled stuffed bangus with ensalada on the side.

2. Cantinetta's garlic and chili pasta

3. Mochi Ice

Three shows I watched as a kid

1. That's Entertainment I know it's cheap. But that's what made me decide I was going to be a performer when I grew up
2. Super House --kami ng kapatid ko. then we'd talk about how impossible that cartoon is!

3. GMA Supershow (please see #1)

Three people I am tagging

1. Rabbi

2. Khalel

3. Maruja

About A Boy At The Gym (the shower bit)

I turned away from him and, immediately, I felt his strong hand grab me by the arm. "Wait," he exclaimed. My mouth dry, butterflies fluttering relentlessly in my stomach, my heart beating fast like I just finished Franz's Variation in Copellia, I turned to him.

"Can I have some of your toothpaste?" he asked me.

I felt silly. What the hell was I thinking? Without uttering a word, I handed the tube to him. He smiled and said, "Great. Thanks!" I smiled back and removed his hand that was still holding my arm. I excused myself and went in the shower.

I haven't even begun to hang my towel on the hook by the wall when I realized that my bath gel wasn't with me when I went in the shower. I paused for a few seconds to recall the route that I took from the locker to the shower. I must've left it by the sink. I took my towel and re-wrapped it on my waist. I opened the door of the cubicle where I was and, looking down on my feet to make sure I don't hit the hump that marks the parameters of the shower, I saw another pair facing mine. I looked up and, lo and behold! It was the boy.

"Looking for your bath gel?" He handed my Body Shop Olive Oil Bath Gel to me.

"Oh, thanks! Where did you find it?"

"You left it on the sink."

"I thought so." Our eyes locked for a moment. Damn, Rye! Stop it! Go back inside now. He could have crabs! "Well.... thank you," I continued and started to close the door.

"Hey, here's your toothpaste," he said.

"You done?"

"Yeah. I've already gotten some." He raised his toothbrush to show me. Right as I looked at the oral gadget he was holding, he turned it on and it produced a sound that sounded like a sex toy. I felt like I was being hypnotized. His toothbrush was vibrating fast that the toothpaste he had put on it dripped. It landed just a few inches above his adonis belt, which was partly exposed the whole time we were conversing in the locker room.

I let out an "Oops!"

He responded with a "Shit!" He then quickly removed the towel that was covering his pelvic region to wipe the toothpaste off his skin. The action was too swift that I didn't get to divert my focus to another part of his body, or another part of mine, or another part of the room. My eyes were glued.

Everything happened seemingly faster than a blink but everything registered to me in slow motion. Super slow. Agonizingly slow, even. The way the toothpaste dripped; the way he said oh shit; the way his fingers clawed the towel; the way the fabric unfastened; the way it flung and gathered to his right; the way, like an artist unveiling his piece de resistance, he exposed the little red snake tattooed just above his pubic hair --- almost in the same area of my body where my black little 6-year old gecko resides; the way he wiped off the toothpaste, unmeaningly flexing his arm; the way he gave me an evil smile when he saw that I was stunned; and the way

to be continued...