| Canon PowerShot Pro Series S5 IS for sale |
[28 Dec 2008|09:56pm] |
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Hi, guys. I'm selling my 12-month old Canon PowerShot Pro Series S5 IS Digital Camera. It's an 8.0-megapixel camera with 12x Optical Image-stabilized zoom. Been using it for a year now (and served me very well) and is in tip-top condition: no scratches, bumps or marks whatsoever. 
Reason for selling is because I upgraded camera. This S5 IS is available in retail stores for Php27,950 (you can check Canon's holiday catalogue) but I'm selling it for only Php15,000 (negotiable). 
It comes with everything it originally came with: user manual, USB cable, A/V output cable, original Canon box, strap, 32 MB SD card. (The cables and SD card were never used and remain unopened.) 
Just text, email or send me a message if you're interested. Thanks!
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| I'm selling an iPhone |
[29 Oct 2008|10:17pm] |
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I'm selling a brand new black 8GB iPhone3G. It comes with the Gevey-3G sim unlocking kit. It's brand new, meaning unused, and it comes in the original packaging with all the standard accessories--power adapter, USB cord and stereo headset with mic. Text me (if you know my number) or email me at son.mike@gmail.com if you're interested. :)
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| itching to return |
[08 Oct 2008|03:29am] |
flipping through profiles on facebook, i am reminded that i always wanted to be in the academe. i envy people who can call themselves "columbia faculty" or even just "harvard grad school '09."
my gmat reviewers are starting to gather dust. my math skills, sadly, are already dusty. and for someone who has been wanting to study abroad for so long, i'm amazed at the consistency of my inconsistency.
just went through a major "corporate disillusionment" phase. it's prompting me to put up an anonymous blog and just pour my heart out to all the ugly bettys and andy sachses who would care to listen.
i feel like i've sold my soul to the devil.
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| twats, potah. |
[15 Jun 2008|12:22pm] |
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Charice Pempengco can kiss my ass. She doesn't sing well; her voice just has a wide range. She's all novelty: a kid pretending to sound like a diva.
An ASAP song segment a while ago began with Charice spewing tentative notes. Then she tensely glanced to her right, as if her stagemom was there feeding her the right notes. She stayed off-key for the rest of the song, Lovvvit.
And what's with pre-pubescent Sam Concepcion thanking the audience for watching Kung Fu Panda?! Bakit, movie mo ba 'yon, ha? You just chirp the song while the credits roll and the audience walks out, gago.
Magpatuli ka na, Sam!
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| of crashing iBooks and uploading photos |
[01 Jun 2008|02:54pm] |
A week before my 24th birthday my 3-year old iBook crashed. It took with it my high school files, my undergraduate thesis, my entire iTunes library and 3 years of my life in pictures. I have 0% of those files backed up.
The day after my iBook crashed I bought a 160GB external hard drive. I have always been asking how bad my procrastinating was. Feeling ko this experience more or less answers the question. I couldn't believe I taught my dad how to back-up just a few months prior after I admonished him for keeping his My Pictures folder disorganized.
I was with my oldest friends Gino and Marco on the night of my birthday. After Karlo, they were the first people I told about my techno-meltdown. Ever the rationalizer, I figured that I'm better off without the weight of all those unprocessed photographs: I had no more burden of uploading them to multiply, organizing them into folders, having them printed and placing them neatly in a photo album that would just gather dust. Sabi ni Marco ok lang 'yun kasi in just another week I'd be out on a trip. It will be the perfect opportunity to replenish my trove of photographs!
I promised myself that right after taking trips, I will transfer them to my hard drive, back them up in my external hard drive, share them with my friends and organize them into physical albums kaagad. Mahirap na ang mabura na naman ang memories ko! I also avowed that for this next trip, I will really relish and revel in the moment and not waste it away into making love with my memory card. Aanhin ko ba ang pictures, 'diba? They're just digital relics of an intangible memory!
At noontime on the day of my departure, I called Power Mac Center. My unit had been there for a week already, so I wasn't very hopeful anymore.
"Sir, hindi na naayos 'yung hard drive n'yo. But we were able to retrieve all your files. Naitransfer na namin, sir, sa external hard drive."
OMG, I didn't even ask how much it cost! Maluwalhati na ako ngayong makakalipad papuntang Europa!!!
Anyway, lesson learned. Just 2 weeks after my trip, nai-upload ko na sila! Here goes:
Paris
Versailles
il Vaticano
Roma
Firenze
Pisa
All the kuwentos and tidbits are in my multiply albums. :)
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| Broadwayoke at Magnet Café High Street |
[22 Mar 2008|10:52pm] |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) miabacs texted me the morning itself: Broadwayoke tonight at Magnet Café. And there I was practicing Defying Gravity at the top of my lungs on the way to work.
Karlo and I reached High Street past 10 pm. Met up with sina Miguel, King and the rest of Mia's prod posse in TGIF's. Siyempre I had to make sure may palâ ako in case I actually sang! (Which at that moment I seriously still doubted. I had practiced my lines and notes and scales in all. Even vocalized briefly in the car! But come on, sing in public again after 13 years? Wishful thinking, if anything.)
We got to Magnet almost 11pm already. Nestled ourselves in the smoking area and sort of acclimatized ourselves first: it was my first time and I felt a you-have-to-be-a-regular-before-you-can-sing sort of vibe. I dunno, I just felt I didn't belong, and that everyone else knew everyone else except for us.
And lo and behold, La Bituin Escalante was in the table right beside us! "Mi, oh my god, si Bituin!" At that point we just really wanted to enjoy being in the midst of showtune junkies. I mean, hello, how can anyone deign to sing if Bituin was in the same room, diba?
But we don't call ourselves Broadwaykada for nothing.
Ayan na, we warmed up to songs like I dreamed a dream and Not while I'm around. I falsettoed (jokingly) the end of Climb ev'ry mountain and I noticed that I sorta caught Bituin's eye. Syempre playing dead malice muna kami ni Mia. (I was embarrassed more than anything.) When someone sang Sun and moon and I was singing along to "Outside days start to dawn," sagot si Bituin ng "Your moon still floats on high."
"The birds awake," sang I, already making eye contact with her.
"The sky shines through."
"My head still shakes," while I was reaching out to her na.
"I reach for you,"
Tapos duet kami sa "And we meet in the sky!!!" (Sa mga hindi nakagets, I was singing Kim's parts and she was singing Chris's.)
Then Bituin pulled out her camera and snapped our photo--Mia, me and Karlo. "What are your names," asked the diva. "I'm Mia. This is Mike and that's Karlo. And you are..."
"Anna Fegi." (Wahahaha. Loves it!)
She took another picture, this time kasama na siya. Syempre at this point my hands were getting clammy and my heart started to pound faster. Sana man lang mas payat ako, diba? Nakakahiya!
She then encouraged us to sing. At syempre kunwari pa kami ni Mia, but really the problem at that point was we couldn't choose a song to sing! (OA naman kung ituloy ko ang Defying Gravity, diba?)
And just when Mia and I were rehearsing our chosen song (finally), Bituin goes up to the stage and brings the house down with a soulwrenching As if we never said goodbye. WOW. (Click here to see the video.) And how, pray tell, can we have the gall to sing after that. Naman.
See for yourself:
(That's Kilabot ng Kalalakihan Joyce Jimenez turning the page for us, and Ok-ka-ba-tiyan Gabe Mercado standing to our left.)
Thanks to Bituin and Rem for the pic and their kindness. And Rockeoke for the video. O diba, youtube star(kuno) na kami ni Mia! :)
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| I was there pala! |
[05 Dec 2007|06:45pm] |
Only when I saw the trailers did I find out that the shoot I chanced upon along Times Square was for Enchanted. I made osyoso with other bystanders and all I was told was that "it's some Disney movie." This was 27 April 2006.
 
Can you see James Marsden? He's there on the bus, o!
Karlo and I loved the movie! I loved how it--along the vein of Ratatouille--is restoring the awe and wonder that storytelling has lost with the likes of Shrek, Shrek 2 and Shrek 3. (Obvious bang I hate Shrek?) I read in a Time magazine article that while there is merit in deconstructing fairy tales and giving children the idea that a woman doesn't always need a man, a damsel can damn rescue herself on her own and that princes aren't as good as they are charming, what movies like these have done is to demystify the fairy tale. So now, children grow up jaded. They learn to be cynical of the earnest and skeptical of anything magical. But thanks to movies (like the ones Pixar and Disney make), there is hope for restoring that lost sense of magic and awe. Children can still grow up with the hope that love, goodness and kindness still rest in men.
Ok, I know Disney is kitsch. But I can't imagine having grown up without Flora, Fauna and Merryweather, alam mo 'yun? Had Cinderella not sung to her birds and had Chitty-Chitty Bang-bang not flown, I don't think I'd be secretly waiting for life to be better than it is.
Regards from Saigon! (Tonight I will be Miss Saigon!) Pictures to be posted soon (hopefully).
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| A few photos |
[25 Nov 2007|06:29pm] |
Tranny baby
  
This is my beautiful nephew (yes, lalaki) Javi. He was born on 7 July 2007, and has replaced me as our household's resident diva. He is pictured here in his bumblebee costume for Halloween.
By the piano
 
Don't you just love it? It's a Kodak moment for my mom and her son-in-law.
Huggy-wuggy
Happy anniversary picture in Crowne Plaza Manila. Before the tornado arrived, hahaha. ;P
Spoils of war
 
Ayan, for anyone who doubted: here is proof! :)
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| beeyonncéhh-beyoncé, AAAH! kristetaaa-kristeta, AAAH! |
[09 Nov 2007|01:29am] |
not even that nasty, bald 6-foot queen standing on a chair 4 rows in front of us could ruin my beyoncé experience!!! it took a while for my impulse to stab his lungs dissipate, but when my girl beyoncé started crooning Gnarls Barkley's Crazy brilliantly inserted in her anthem Crazy in Love, ayun, umiral na naman ang kindness-to-my-fellow-men gene ko. by the time she was soaring in Dangerously in Love, I was already melting and Karlobear was in tears!
diyosita na si beyoncé! mag-costume-costume lang siya at mag-5-set changes, puwede na siyang madonna diyosa level.
after the siren bade us good night, karlo_b, his friend Myrose and I stuck around, hoping for an encore. when the crew started packing up the set, the people started trickling out. and so did the stars in the P20,000-SSVIP section!!! (what SSVIP stands for is currently being debated. Sabi ko "super-super VIP." Sabi ni Karlo "sobra-sobrang VIP." sa next concert daw, meron nang "STUVWXYZVIP." wehehehe...)
syempre nagpapicture sina Karlo and Myrose kay Sarah G!!! super bait niya. "thank you po! salamat po!" hahaha, she's such a cutie. tapos sabi pa ni karlo, "oh my god, favorite na favorite ka talaga namin! nagpa-autograph nga ako sa'yo noon sa Rustan's!"
soon after, appear ang kristeta with the james yap. DEATH!!! gosh, i was stuck in my place like a paraplegic--hindi ko siya malapitan! ang dami nang nagpapapicture, eh. siyempre i hated looking like a pathetic fan.
when she was already standing right in front of me, i tried to say her name and approach her, but i doubled back out of nervousness! then a couple of girls asked to take a picture with her. eh hindi nag-flash ang cameraphone. sabi ba naman ng kristeta, "ay, sira. sorry. next time na lang." BITCH!!!
then karlo (my savior) approached her and said, "kris, can i take your picture with my friend? he's really your biggest fan!""ok, who's that one? sino siya?"
"he's over there," sabi ni Karlo, sabay lapit ako.
"may flash ba 'yan?"
"meron po," i said, sounding like Sarah G, as i was fiddling to turn my phone back on after it went on standby mode. then i gave it to Karlo. Kris stood beside me, and faced the camera. "i swear, Luv ko si Kris pa lang, love na talaga kita."
"ok," she said nonchalantly.
CLICK!
"thanks so much. i'm so sorry..." i offered, as if to apologize that i had to occupy 13.5 precious seconds of her life.
"ok lang" she said in a deadma-bitch tone as she was already walking away. at first, i was left shaken. had i just been reduced to dust by a diety?! i was speechless while walking back to my car. i was so freaking affected by Kris!!!
after some time, i realized that she could have just said that she was busy, or she could have just continued walking when karlo asked her to indulge us, diba? she already had accommodated a number of people, and yet she chose to stop for me. her voice was really bitchy, but i realized that she was always polite--perhaps civil--and never actually bitched around. she even made sure my cameraphone had a flash! plus, if you look at the picture, you would bet that she was a nice, sincere angel. she could have just snarled, you know. and when i was offering an apology, she said it was ok. true, she said it while already turned back. pero hello, at least she responded. she could have just walked away without so much a word, really.
so now, i love her again!!! GO KRIS! I LOVE YOU! (hahaha, did i just rationalize my fanaticism?)
o, 'diba, a Beyoncé-and-Kris experience all in one night! Literally a dream come true...
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| has it really been a year?! |
[31 Oct 2007|10:15pm] |
happy anniversary, babybear!
i love you. *mwah*
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| I dowanna, I dowanna, I dowanna, I dowanna, I dowanna Weight in Vain |
[09 Aug 2007|01:56am] |
Reading my previous entries, I learned that I weighed 160 lbs when I started working with Shell. Which means that by my first year in Shell, I had gained 30 lbs. Death: I weighed in at 190 lbs last June!
It must have been all the sweets. And the nibbling of donuts late at night. (developed a habit of keeping a knife in the box of Krispy Kreme...) And the indulgent buffet lifestyle. (death to Circles and Spiral and Heat...) Having come to know myself a tad more, I come to realize that it's this incessant snacking that did me in. I convince myself that small bites don't count until the next thing you know, I've already finished the whole donut! Friends in Shell already call me Doding Daga. Hahaha.
Back in college, I used to hit the gym at least 3 times a week, rigorously stuck to a smart diet and left the sweets for the weekends. As a Shell boy, gymming has become a drudgery of a weekly thing. Add to that the more frequent travelling and the endless customer lunches. Death, I was slinking back to my old overweight self!
I have since tossed out new wardrobe pieces--those bought sa kasagsagan ng kaseksihan ko. Goodbye muna Tyler. There was even a time when I couldn't fit into the pair of jeans I wore back when I was still losing weight circa 200 lbs! My notorious bilbil was unposhly forcing its way out of the sides that I had to resort to keeping pants unbuttoned and leaving the trick to belts. And speaking of belts, I had also moved down two--sometimes three--belt holes. I also felt like I was redeveloping a slouch, perhaps because my back couldn't support my enlarging belly and the abs just weren't there to begin with.
And you know that you really have to get back in shape when officemates nag you about your weight gain. "Mike, parang tumataba ka." Thanks, ha. Death. It seems people have the false impression that I never had a belly. It really gets bad when customers are already the ones who notice. Being those who only see me after longer intervals, they probably have a clearer before-and-after view.
These last few weeks, karlo_b has been helping me reprioritize fitness. He's put up with my ridiculous meal planning and obsessive gymming. He's even agreed to lift weights as well just so we can stay together on the floor. (You see, he's the type who'd enjoy yogilates and cosmic cycling much more.) With my prodding, he's also become a stepper addict and by implication, my stepper buddy. I've also requested him to counteract my reluctant attitude--dillydallying and procrastinating--about gymming. Suffice it to say, he has so far been the most convenient excuse for regularity, consistency and constancy.
I have since rekindled my friendship with the weighing scale. Belt holes and buttons have been kinder, as has the mirror. Karlo's spewed out more than the necessary share of compliments and officemates have just begun to notice. On the whole, I'm on an upswing and I can't be happier.
Karlo asked me, at some point in the change journey, What's it all for? Am I just being persistent with the whole weight thing because of image, because of how people see me? Or is there some innermost desire that is satisfied? It's not like I dream of being a top model, but really, why am I so fixated about weight? I told him frankly that I don't really know why. It's partly because health as fitness is, I think, a good in itself worth pursuing. But really that can't account for the life-long fixation, 'diba? Why am I so obsessed with losing weight and looking fit? Have you guys noticed how many of my entries are just about weight?!
For one, perhaps I can't totally escape from the social norm. I am, indeed, the product of Vogue, GQ and Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. It feels good to have finally made it to size small, you know what I mean? Also, while I've always played the fat kid syndrome card, I can't totally discount the fact that it sucks to be a fat kid! And the more I gain weight, the closer I feel to big old 250-lb me.
But to be frank, I feel that it's all an excuse. I mean, yeah: can't escape the social norm, don't wanna be a fat kid no more, wanna be healthy. Granted. But gosh, I feel that the truth is I'm just a vain person who wants everyone to ogle me and give me attention and say that I'm beautiful.
Michaelson, you are vain. VAIN. VAIN!!!
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| Shell birthday |
[01 Jun 2007|12:49pm] |
Today marks my first birthday in Shell. Hay. Can't believe it's been a year already!
Since June 1 of last year,
1. I've gained weight (10-15 lbs? I've ceased weighing myself; it's futile.)
2. I've made great, new friends. (Shout out to Sunshine, Maru, Myrose, Therese, and Wella.)
3. I got married. (Hello, beebee!)
4. I got a car! Yahoo!!! My baby Zephyr. :)
5. I travelled on my expense. DEATH. Pero since it was with my hubbywubby, it was well worth it!
6. I got a credit card. And pay for it every month. DEATH.
7. I learned how to drive long distances (Bulacan, Laguna and Cavite lang naman, though)
8. I've been to the North Harbor (as in pier na amoy basura), Navotas (as in dulo ng Metro Manila), Fairview... basta far-flung places I never thought existed. Oh, and Cebu and Mactan pa pala.
9. I've been able to dance (hip-hop, twice!), model, sing and act--all in Shell activities. Lovesit.
10. I've posted less on LJ. And lost the aptitude and zest to write. DEATH.
Boring post. I hate it.
This is what corporate life does to me. Booness.
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| My 6th for the year |
[24 May 2007|11:23pm] |
So much has happened these past few weeks and months, and yet it seems I have lost the drive to write. karlo_b blames himself for my absence in LJ. I can only blame him for being there all the time, and as such usurped what LJ used to be for me.
But anyway, since my last decent entry, Karlo and I *honeymooned* in Phuket. Two weeks later I joined him in Bangkok. Lovely. It's pretty hard to travel when you're on a budget--as in your budget. Gosh, couldn't imagine my dad spending for all those family trips! I feel sorry that I used to complain when we'd eat in Denny's.
What else happened... Hmm... I danced my butt off again for work. Great. It's hard to keep up with this corporate identity crisis. One minute I'm the corporate bitch. The next, I'm a struggling artist again. It was for the Crystal Awards--this awards show held annually to reward excellence (in corporate slavery). Awardee friend Maru donned John Herrera's scarlet Nicole-Kidmanesque gown and I wore a mismatched 2-piece navy suit. Haha, I won star of the night nga pala! :p Nalibre tuloy ang birthday dinner namin ni Karlo sa Spiral.
Talk of Spiral, I'm back to being a glutton. I'm so fat, I swear. Of course hubby would always dissent, perhaps because he knows how upset I'd be if he agrees. But really, I'm so fat now. I actually enjoy wearing a polo barong to work 'cause it's so roomy.
My sister's about to give birth. Yay! I can't walk around the house without bumping into our baby stuff--a chrome stroller, a wooden fatigue-colored crib with wooden ochre flowers, and a high chair padded with orange vinyl. How vintage! It's so Sacred Space to see them again: they cradled each of us siblings during our infancy. Funny how they were the thing back in the 70s, outdated in the 80s (when I used them, unfortunately), and as is the case with fashion, so hip now. Ate Babs's Baby Javi will look so mod in nostalgia-crusted paraphernalia.
Karlo's in China again, and I miss him dearly. I miss the smell of his pheromones. I have this habit of keeping his soiled clothes to fool my olfactory senses in thinking he's close by. Hay, Karlo. I miss you.
Kung hindi n'yo natatanong, I'm doing well in work naman. Involved in a pretty major project, as well as taking the lead in this P400,000-sponsorship activity. The business I'm handling is slowly recovering, and I couldn't be happier. I love my boss and I pray that he be my boss for life.
Death. My credit card bill is painful. Feeling ko dumadaan lang ang pera through my hands like water. Phuket and Bangkok hurt a bit, but I guess riding an elephant and seeing 800-year-old ruins in Ayutthaya can't be cheap. It was worth it anyway. I wanna post all the pictures but I'm too tamad to download them from the camera and upload them to multiply. Death. Can't I hire an OJT to do that for me as well?
I really liked Pan's Labyrinth, hated Spider-Man 3, and absolutely abhor Jordin. I swear, ang laki-laki ng braso niya. I hate it when she performs her impression of Jennifer Hudson--you know, the nagpapa-cutey-patootey smile with all 47 of her bleached teeth. And please, does she really have to be silly when she acts out her American Idol numbers? I mean really, is it that hard to show the camera your index finger? (You go, Melinda!)
Thanks to ginon for introducing me to the world of Chili's unlimited topshelf margarita!!! Then death to Karlo for telling me the calorific truth that a gram of alcohol is 7 kcal. Hay, no wonder I'm so fucking fat.
Other than that, life is ok. It's hard din pala to write when you're not angsty about anything anymore.
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| back for a while |
[23 Apr 2007|01:18am] |
During our last night in Phuket, Karlo and I were cramped in a Superman-esque telephone booth in the heart of Pathong Beach when the monsoon rain came.
We just couldn't resist the overwrought, good-for-a-TV-movie kiss. And so we did.
Loves it!
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| Guess who I invited to my district's Valentine's Dinner |
[04 Mar 2007|12:10pm] |
(My boss is the 3rd person from the left. His wife [my 2nd cousin] sits next to my honeybear.)
Shell's not exactly the most liberal company when it comes to approaching gayness. My department Commercial Fuels, in particular, can be considered conservative even. And it's also no joke to reveal sensitive matters like this to my boss, as he is one of the department's most senior (and most influential) managers.
Well, leave it to me to try to make waves by being the first to do this kind of thing. :) (I told my boss a few days after: "I'm doing this for every gay man in the corporate world who can't!" O, diba, may drama pa talaga!)
Actually, I did it for a couple of reasons. First, of course I wanna show the world how handsome and intelligent and how big a catch my hubby is. (In fairness, I think he really charmed my officemates.)
Second, I really wanted to end all the toilet talk and corridor talk and cubicle talk in the office. Since Nicko (Karlo's ex) is also in Shell, it really wasn't easy to keep things hush-hush. I mean, who can't resist that juicy a story about two new employees fighting over a boy, 'diba? (Klaruhin ko lang: we never did.) Nicko even became the subject of this stupid The-Buzz-worthy rumor that spread in the office. So to "kill all the gossiping," as my boss concurred, I took it upon myself to "come out" to my immediate group. At least now, though perhaps more people will know about it, at least it already comes from me: it's an official statement ba. When someone learns about my being gay and about my having a (slurpilicious) boyfriend, at least it would have originated from or at the least confirmed by my attendance in that Valentine's party. I kill the rumor by putting truth to it.
And third, wala lang, ayun nga: small step for Mike, big step for Gaykind. May ganu'n talaga, I'm sorry. I just thought that yes, there are a couple of gays in Shell. One, in particular, has been around for mga 20 years na. He's a great guy, everyone's friend. And with the length of his tenure, you can really say that gayness isn't a problem in Shell. But I don't know if he has a hubby (delicious like mine?), or if he's ever brought him to an official Shell thang. Uhhmm... what I'm trying to say is I think he is identified as gay because of his flamboyant swagger and nasalized expressions and colorful office clothing, and not because of the fact that he is a homosexual, as in someone engaging into sexual relations with another of the same sex. 'Yung isa namang example kong naisip, the usual: an effeminate, skinny, pockmarked bading who will never occupy senior management. (Cruel!) Then the third, umalis na ng Shell. I'm his sosyal version daw, hehe. Oh, and there is a 4th pala! He currently occupies the highest within-Philippines position for a very important support function. In short, siya'y isang bading who's made it to the big time! (MABUHAY ANG SANGKABAKLAAN!) But that guy, for whom I have a lot of respect, acts neutral and does not bring his boy along to office functions, as I gather. (But my boss knows about it, so I guess it's common--I don't know if official--knowledge for the senior managers.)
So with all that before me, you guys would more or less be able to understand this revolutionary gay construct for which I have leased my body in order for corporate people to see and get to know. Indulge me here, but don't you agree that a man can not only be smashingly gorgeous and slated for top management but also gay, as in not just bading but a true-to-life homosexual who sleeps with another man?
Ok, I know it's not some trailblazing thing naman talaga, as if I were the first gay man who will try to penetrate senior management in a multinational. Pero diba, marami pang kakaining bigas tayong mga bakla sa Pilipinas! I just wanna be part of something greater than myself, a movement, a change in national consciousness and proclaim: Maaari ring maging isang kapuri-puring bading kahit hindi isinasantabi ang katotohanan na kumakain siya ng titi!
And that's why I brought Karlo to my district's Valentine's Dinner.
( post script for Karlo )
MABUHAY ANG SANGKABADINGAN!!! Bow. :)
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| Patulan ko na rin! |
[04 Mar 2007|11:32am] |
Leave a comment, and I will reply with the following:
(1) why I friended you
(2) a song and/or movie that I associate with you
(3) a random fact about you
(4) a first memory about you
(5) an animal and/or fruit that I associate with you
(6) a question asking something that I've always wanted to know about you.
And in response, post this in your own LJ.
For non-LJ users who will reply, be sure to check back!
Can I just say that I miss posting in LJ? Hay, death.
I shall return!
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| Guess who my dad invited to his birthday celebration... |
[23 Jan 2007|12:48am] |
(As we were starting to get our first servings in HEAT...)
Papa: O, 'asa'n si Karlo?
Mike: (bewildered)
Papa: Nasa'n si Karlo? Hindi mo ba nasabihan?
Mike: Hindi mo naman sinabi sa akin na papupuntahin siya, eh.
Papa: Tell him to come. Maaga pa--aabot pa siya.
Mike: (floored)
(After conferring with Karlo over the phone, while I was right beside my dad...)
Mike: Pa, hindi na raw siya pupunta.
Papa: Bakit daw?
Mike: Uhm... kasi susunduin niya parents niya sa airport.
Papa: Ah, ok.
(After consulting my mom and my insistent "papuntahin mo na kasi siya" sister...)
Mike: Pa, male-late lang pala siya. Papuntahin ko pa rin?
Papa: Sabihin mo bilisan niya.
Mike: (floored again)
Kasama rin pala si Karlo the night before. Uncle Joe (mama's visiting brother) treated us (Papa, Mama, Ate Babs, Ate Jinjin and Me) to a dinner in Gaudi's Serendra in honor of Papa's birthday. Tama bang pagalitan ako ni Papa for not telling Karlo to come?!?
I came up with the excuse "Nahihiya kasi siya, eh." "Hindi mo siguro sinabing ako ang nag-imbita!" sabi ba naman.
I LOVE MY DADDY!
and i love my hubby. :-*
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