Had I ever thought of staying in a seminary, the farthest that I could keep the rule of celibacy would be two weeks. Few more days inside and you’ll find me dead of cilice. I have to confess that the abstinence days were over. I violated my own rules, slapped my own face and betrayed the “voice within”.
The last time that I did it was inside a sauna. You might think it’s the last thing you would ever do, the craziest of all. Let me start by telling that I thought the same way too. But there I was, sitting on the boards of the sauna as if sunbathing in Puerto Galera. And there he was, giving me the lewdest stare I could ever imagine. I closed my eyes, trying to keep away from the idea that never came to mind in the last 21 years. In scenarios like this, I would normally just wait for the other end to initiate and show him later that I could play the game just right. And so, he started the time of his life when he launched to loosen the towel covering his and mine.
I knew it was a risky business but I never thought that such an experience could intensify the feeling in my extremities. The possibility of getting caught in action added the tension but multiplied the fun. No doubt it brought out the devil in me.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
There was a time when other’s emotions did not matter to me at all when making decisions. I learned politics the wrong way, because it was my belief that you have to set aside your emotional features to come up with fair judgment (just like how legal officials do). This attributed to my once careless attitude which according to an ex (or friend if you by a million chance could ask him), I will get a zero for effort. He made me wondered for a moment, and I realized that I never considered some of his hopes for an ideal relationship. He has his basis but he made me realized that each person would sometimes generalize based on their sole discretion and expectations.
It wouldn’t hurt if we also consider the other side of the spectrum. It is possible that a person is only hesitant, undecided or calls for an end of something, enough reason why he or she would act differently or against another person’s expectations. Why would you dare to make an effort if you knew it’s a dead end? I would rather take the never-ending maze, and live it to the fullest.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Minutes later, my indolent friend asked how old the guy is and he quickly responded that he’s 20 years old, which left all of us bursting in laughter. Because prior to that, we were all guessing about his age and none of our speculations match to what he actually said. Later on, we found out that his name is Joem Bascon. It was actually me who insisted to get his name because I was thinking of Bim Cecilio that time. Since I was a bit aware that he appears on ABS-CBN's Let’s Go, we eventually had an easy conversation. He said he will be part of the cast of the upcoming series Walang Kapalit, starring Claudine Barretto and Piolo Pascual.
Here’s what I got from the web: He stands 5 feet 9, and at 20, he's not exactly a 'kid' anymore, but Joseph Emmanuel “Joem” Bascon is the newest Kapamilya on the block. The Piolo Pascual look-alike recently signed up with Star Magic and has guested on various ABS-CBN shows… He was discovered by accident, when his family home in Antipolo was used as the location for the primetime soap Hiram. Although the Bascon family lives in Mandaluyong, they also have a home in Antipolo, and when he was spotted by someone from ABS-CBN, Joem decided to give up on his original dream of playing competitive basketball and pursue a showbiz career.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
My head slightly dropped and I was forced to open my eyes, the heavy traffic and hysterical drivers were enough chaos to suggest I was only dreaming. The sight easily pulled me back to reality. Dean Koontz’s Intensity was still on my lap, and my left hand on it. I was in a bus going home and there I saw him—fresh and young, irresistibly gorgeous and young, playful (later you’ll find out why) and young, and has really, really gorgeous chinito eyes…and yes, young—sitting right beside me. If you know Brandon Lee, just imagine him young. He was staring at the book that was on my lap, trying to catch the title. But then I found out that the book was not his only concern why he’s looking at that direction. I pretended that I was still asleep so I could verify my theories. Indeed, he trembled for a moment but went on to caress my elbow first and even put his hand over my left thigh. He saw me, and felt me. I moved my thigh up and down as if listening to Irreplaceable or Accidentally in Love, just so he could feel that I’m flirting back, and he was just too glad to continue his experimentation.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Later that day, I celebrated my 21st birthday as friends and relatives from different directions flooded into my crib. Yet again, the night was spent with almost the same scenario as the previous one, only that everyone looked dearly familiar.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Most people, if not all, are under pressure to measure up to a certain social and cultural ideal of beauty. Indeed, positive and negative comments mold me into someone more like the mythological character Narcissus, or according to a Canadian acquaintance, Mister Vanity. Through the years, I lost what I used to have and looms to the ambiguity of meeting everyone else’s expectations. Trivial notes made me too preoccupied with minor or imaginary flaws which, to my surprise, could lead to a serious illness called Body Dysmorphic Disorder (BDD).
What is beauty that everyone’s so anxious about it? According to Answers.com, beauty is the quality that gives pleasure to the mind or senses and is associated with such properties as harmony of form or color, excellence of artistry, truthfulness, and originality. In an interview for CNN’s Talk Asia, Imelda Marcos thought that beauty is not extravagance, beauty is life. Indeed, you can define it in any way you wanted for beauty has no one official definition; it is just as complex as you are.
SOURCE: Healthy Option's newsletter
Saturday, January 6, 2007
I'm not sure if you're aware of this just yet, but earrings for men went out of style in the mid-'90s… If you're wearing earrings, then you'll probably disagree with my assessment about earrings, but believe me, everyone who sees you with metal in your earlobes thinks you're tawdry. (Austin Silver, Should Men Wear Jewelry?, AskMen.com)
Out of curiosity, I called Starbucks' Seattle... with a question: "Does Starbucks have a dress code?" In response I was told, "On the job we do not allow tattoos, tongue piercing, or more than one earring per ear." Why? Because Starbucks wants their employees "to have a certain demeanor," which in turn will "create a positive image and environment." To be sure, if Starbucks did not think it would hurt business, the successful corporate leader would not require its employees to leave their tongue piercing and tattoos at home. (Cathy Mickels, Body Piercing and Tattoos: Where Does the World End and the Church Begin?, 2 June 2004)
I also just took a long course on my way back home today. Just hours ago, my left ear boasted another silver ornament after having its second puncture at Robinsons Galleria. A girl friend was quite surprised that it would take only a second to pierce an ear but she was also quasi-terrified to witness the “piercer” pulling the trigger of her gun-like gizmo while pointing to my ear. While in the bus, I almost fell asleep, though I slept early last night and had an easy day at work (aside from dealing with frantic politicians also known as co-TSRs).
I dropped by at Starbucks in SM North EDSA as well to have my pen exchanged with a working one and was forced to order a peppermint mocha frappuccino in a frenzied attempt to win over the barista’s good deed. It was thankfully a success. The truth is that I accidentally dropped the pen causing its failure. Well, if you will not play right with your charisma, you will hardly ever get a favor. (Or probably they’re just trying to keep their hard-earned dignity.)
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
Time also runs as fast as the roller coaster, it seems to me that it’s only yesterday when I headed to my first job application wearing “my best business attire ever undermining the culmination of the solar deities.” Who would ever think that I will be regularized after all the progressive disciplines, absences, late incidents and coaching tickets issued to me? Funny, but I would. The whole experience however taught me a lot about work ethics, and I’m definitely putting all in practice today.