A Passing Thought

I have always thought that when a guy falls for another guy. Both parties would be called gay lovers or a couple engaged in a gay relationship. Either that or the other guy is a hustler, call boy or a paid escort. But then, what do we call straight guys fooling around with gay men? Non stop flirting, constant eye contacts and inappropriate touchy conversations. I’m guessing, confused!

Stuck Up

I’ve been called so many names, both good and bad. But this is the first time I’ve been addressed as a stuck up. And don’t you guys worry, I ain’t gonna cry about it. I’m actually laughing it all out. Simply because I know who I really am, and that I am not easily threatened by people calling me names. Besides, I’ve heard worst. Hahaha!

It started with a request or should I say an emotional blackmail. I was asked to child sit, yet again next week end. But then, I’ve already made plans for the coming Saturday. It’s our last week end before we fly to Manila for our holiday vacation. And I think I have every right to do my last minute errands. So, I was quick to tell them no. Told them of my plans for that day and said that Sunday would be better for me. I was so willing to compromise, even for a later time. But what  I got in return were unpleasant remarks, that I’m selfish and disagreeable.

Well quite obviously, I answered back and defended myself from such accusations. Most people would know, that I’m not one to withdraw in any fight. So if it’s verbal brawling they want, then that’s what they’ll get. It was a good five minutes of argument, until the word stuck up was said. And I blurt out a sarcastic laugh. I feel like yelling, WTF!

I hate to say this, but looks like I’m arguing with a dumb dumb. What does the word stuck up had to do with any of these? I would understand if they’d say that I am self centered, lazy or materialistic. But to call me a stuck up? He must have been high on meth, for him to say something stupid like that. Last I checked in the urban dictionary, the word stuck up pertains to a person who thinks they’re better than everyone else, except within their clique of friends.

And, do I think of myself any better than others? Well, the answer is hell no! How could I even think that, when I’m down right poor and unemployed. And besides, I don’t have a clique of friends who I share my stuck up moments with. I think I deserve better, and I don’t have time on my plate to mingle with airheads. And less I forget, our conversation started as a request, asking me a favor to watch over his kids. Now, it’s all starting to sound like an order or some sort of decree. Like it’s imperative that I follow. Well, screw him! Guess he forgot that I don’t take orders well.

The conversation ended when he decided to hang up and heard me call him a dick fart looney bastard. Serves him well, right? When I should have said more. And that money he was ranting about (or blackmailing me with), that he called a gift. Well, he can shoove it up his obnoxious a-hole, cause I have no use for it. I don’t want it, period.

Funny how people mistreat others just because they can’t have it there way. You do them a favor once, and suddenly your the official child sitter. People can be so darn abusive sometimes. You give them a hand, and yet they grab you by the arm. Now, who did they call selfish an disagreeable again? Hmmm, I simply rest my case…

Why NO?

My arguments real simple. If straight people have the right to marry, why can’t we? Not that I have any intentions to. But I would like that right to be there for me, should I someday have the compulsion to do so. It insults me that my rights as a human being had to be voted for by the people. How would you feel if you were in my shoes? They say – whatever happens to traditional marriage?  Well, let me tell you this…

Open you eyes and watch the world evolving. The right to marry is for everyone! The constitution ensures everyones rights, straight or gay. And if you can’t handle that and want to live the traditional way. I suggest you pack your bags and move back to the country side, where there’s no light, electricity or civilization! And enjoy your dose of traditional living.

Say no to discrimination!

Talking To My Man

I haven’t been feeling well since the other day. It started with muscle pain, then fever, followed by sinus infection and sore throat. It must be the weather, or some sort of bug I caught from the outside world. However, today was much better. I was able to eat more than just soup and crackers. Still have a little bit of muscle pain, fever’s gone, but still has runny nose and throat discomfort.

Then came this afternoon, when my old man came over. Checked to see how I was doing and invited me to go target shooting with him at this indoor range. I really didn’t feel like it at first, but I figured out that I needed to get out of the house. Maybe some fresh air would do me good.

So here we are driving down to South San Francisco, when Dad suddenly interrupt our silence. “You seem very quiet today, something wrong with your tongue? Did you bit on it?” Dad asked. Maybe I was too focused on driving, or wasn’t feeling like my jolly, talkative self. “I’m sorry, Dad. You want us to talk about something?” I said to him.

“Not really, just not use to your silence” Dad said, without even looking at me. “Well, maybe you can tell me about your masters. You doing okay with your class?” He asked. “Everything’s cool, I’m good and you got my email concerning my grades last semester, right?” I said in reply. And then he nodded to confirm that he got my message.

Five minutes has passed and then he said, “Yup, that was impressive! I’m sure your Lola, your aunts and cousins would be thrilled to hear the good news.” I was confuse what Dad was trying to say, and so I asked him. “What was that, Paps?” And then he looked towards my direction and said, “I mean your grades, they’re really good. Better than your cousin Anthony, who’s taking his masters at UC Davis.” And then it hit me, I am being compared, yet again. I have to admit, Dad’s statement ruined my mood, it pissed me off!

I didn’t have the guts to answer back that very minute. I realized that this is my father I’m talking to, I had to be careful what I say. Plus, I didn’t want to be disrespectful or end up being called an ingrate. So while I was shooting my Glock 38 and hitting the target, I was also trying to compose a speech inside my head. And though I was a bit distracted, I was able to finish eight rounds and beat Dad at his game. I was twenty three points ahead of him. Not bad, right?

But then came the drive home, when I’m supposed to confront him. I was shit scared and about to pee in my pants, when he said. “Something wrong, Son?” I looked at my man and said, “Ahmm, it’s about…” I was horrified, stuttering and couldn’t finished my sentence. “Say it!” Dad said in an authoritative voice. Then, I realized this would be my chance to make a stand and share my opinion. So I stopped the car on a curb and finally said it.

“Paps, I respect you and all. But this bragging ritual of yours with auntie and uncle has to stop! It’s annoying and at the same time, insulting. It puts me and my innocent cousins in very bad and odd situations. Not to mention putting our friendship and familiarity on the line. What do we get from this? Absolutely nothing, right? And if we truly are family down to the core. Do we really need to compete against each other and see who’s on top and who’s second rate? I don’t think so. Besides, family’s supposed to stick together!”

And when I was finally done. Dad said, “Are you finished?” I looked at him and answered, “I am and I’m sorry if I’ve upset you!”  He then put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Whoever said I was upset? All I wanted to say was, cut the bullsh*t and go straight to the point. You know me, I don’t do dramas!” And then he ordered me to start the car and drive to the nearest Popeye’s Fried Chicken.

Hahahah…

Bad Trip

Asakusa, Akihabara, Tokyo Towers, Shibuya, Shinjuku, Ueno Park, Ginza, Tsukiji Palace, Imperial Palace, Harajuku, Mount Fuji, Roponggi, Shiba Park, Zojo-ji Temple, Kamakura, Nikko, Hakone, Yoyogi Park.

Queen Sunjeonghyo Palace, Bukchon, Hanok Village, LG Towers, Boromae Park, Hangang River, Namsan Mountain, Kumho Museum, National Palace, Myeongdong, Insadong, Yongsan, Hyundai Department Store, Samsung Plaza, Gwangjang Market.

It took me days browsing online, add to that reading Frommer’s Guide Book from start to finish. Only to receive the news that we won’t be pushing through with the Tokyo and Seoul leg of the trip. I must admit, I was mad and then saddened (everybody’s upset). If only my brother-in-law listened and did his homework. It’s not like, he was clueless about it. He knows what to do, and didn’t do it. He should have applied for that darn passport and entry visa when he had time on his side. As in, K-A-I-N-I-S. I was so looking forward to this trip, till somebody spoiled it for everyone…

Potty Mouth

My good friend Shay invited me for some drinks last night. So, I kindly asked my sister to dropped me off at Chevy’s. Soon as I saw my friend, she said ” Friendship, I have two words for you: lose weight!” I must admit that I was bit offended, and that out of nowhere I replied “Darling, how about we get rid of your stinking breath first!”

Wholly crap! Why did I say that? When I know I shouldn’t have. But my mouth does not do good under pressure. I immediately apologized to my friend and she did the same. But guess I still feel bad till now. Sigh, me and my potty mouth…

 

 

 

 

The Real Issue

I went to our early Monday morning LGBT meeting, at this cafe in downtown Hayward. Soon as we got ourselves settled and grabbed ourselves a cup of coffee, Steve (a fellow Filipino) mentioned this scandal that’s been all over You Tube and newspapers in the Philippines. Call me weird or fashionably unaware, but I honestly didn’t know what he was talking about. So I found myself unable to react.

Two hours after, I got home and right away I searched gay sex scandal cebu. And there I was, watching and reading all about it. I felt horrified and I could not contain my rage. I was absolutely disgusted by what I saw, not by the surgery, but the people feasting over a certain man’s misery. What’s the crowd doing in the operating room? What right does a person have to take a video of what was supposed to be a private medical procedure? Is this really how a doctor, a nurse, or a human being should behave? Has the human race gone mad and uncivilize?

I would like to believe that this didn’t happen. I’d like to think that this was just one ghastly reverie. But then again, the videos right there getting more hits after another. This wasn’t a gay scandal, the word gay does not justify this horrific incident. Does it really take a gay person to commit something disgraceful? I dare not comment about the churches stand on this matter either, all I know is — My God is a loving God, who never looks down at his children, gay or straight. And I will not let the church define my faith, period.

Gay or straight, we have to realize that someone’s life was ruined by this awful event. And that anyone (gay or straight), can be that person lying on the surgical table with these so called professionals who will make a mockery of someones distress. To some, this may be just an unfortunate event. But I beg to differ, for this is a crime againts our fundamental rights as human beings. I’ve always been a strong believer that the care of human life, rights and happiness, and not their destruction, is the first and only object of good and civilized government and it’s people. And if ours couldn’t do that, then we are all doomed.

I am hoping, praying and pleading that justice would prevail, and that our government would take a stand, and our court of laws, impartial. Justice is for everyone, be it gay or straight! 

Two Birds, One Stone

Thanks for the tag, Sis Thess. The rule’s quite simple, just copy the following entire list of questions and change all the answers so that they apply to you. Then tag and pass it along to other blogging friends. Here are my answers…

1. What is your occupation? An Underpaid Accountant…

2. What color are your socks right now? Lime Green with Red Dots

3. What are you listening to right now? Wicked Man’s Rest by Passenger 

4. What was the last thing that you ate? Churos, along with some Hot Coco

5. Can you drive a stick shift? Nope, though I’m very eager to learn

6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Brown, they say people who prefer this color are often conventional and orderly

7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Mom, asking me what I wanted to eat for dinner

8. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Definitely, I love her to bits and pieces

9. Favorite drink? Coffee and not the decaffeinated one

10. What is your favorite sport to watch? Figure Skating

11. Have you ever dyed your hair? Many times

12. Pets? I have cats — Arabella, Cuddles, Sweetums, Trixxie, Sapphire, Moochie, Kalypso & Bon Bon. The more the merrier, dba?

13. Favorite food? You’ll never go wrong with Pinoy Food, as far as I’m concern.

14. Last movie you watched? The Brave One, with Jodie Foster

15. Favorite day of the year? Any non-working and paid holiday

16. What do you do to vent anger? I hop in my car and drive without any given direction

17. What was your favorite toy as a child? Not fond of toys eh, though I like board games

18. What is your favorite, fall or spring? Autumn, I love the melodramatic feel

19. Hugs or kisses? I prefer hugs, but don’t mind getting both

20. What kind of pie? Banana Cream Pie

21. Do you want your friends to email you back? Yes, my Mom says it’s rude and unethical not to return any correspondence

22. Who is most likely to respond? I don’t know

23. Who is least likely to respond? I don’t know either

24. Living arrangements? I own the house, but my siblings live with me

25. When was the last time you cried? Last night, I accidentally cut myself while chopping garlic

26. What is on the floor of your closet? Shoes and Luggage Bags

27. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending this to? Weng & Meeya

28. The friend you have known the shortest amount of time that you are sending this to? Joy & Toni

29. Favorite smell? Baby Powder

30. What inspires you? The most simple things in life, like a poetry book, wonderful friends and there’s my family as well.

31. What are you afraid of? Death in the family, definitely

32. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Cheese Burgers with Bacon

33. Favorite car? Volvo XC90, and it will remain a dream

34. Favorite cat breed? I’m bias, so I’d say Devon Rex and Tonkinese

35. Number of keys on your key ring? Three

36. How many years at your current job? Turning five this September

37. Favorite day of the week? Saturday, it’s the start of the week end

38. How many provinces have you lived in? One, and that would be Cagayan de Oro way back 1990

39. How many countries have you been to? My passport says eleven, though memory tells me it’s thirteen.

I’ve also been tagged by Jen. Please forgive my tardiness. So here goes my answer. Here are the rules: Remove one (1) question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag eight (8) people in your list. List them out at the end of this post.

1. At what age do you wish to marry? I thought 27 is a good age to get married. But did a mistake by doing at 22.

2. What color do you like most? Yellow

3. Have you ever shoplifted? Nope, I’m so afraid of doing that!

4. Where is the place that you want to go the most? Mom’s beach house. There’s just this cozy feeling when I’m there.

5. Which part of you that you hate the most? No doubt, my tummy. It’s so darn BIG!

6. When you encounter a sad moment, what would you do? I’d usually get in the car and drive without any direction or destination. Getting some fresh air, works for me.

7. What are you afraid to lose the most? Family, most definitely. I don’t even want to picture it in my head.

8. If you win $1 million, what would you do? Definitely spend it and then save some for the rainy days. I’m also thinking of paying all of our debt (mine and my family’s). Then take them on an all expense paid trip to South Africa.

9. What do you loved the most last year (2007)? The promotion I got last January 2007 and finally starting my masteral.

10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you: She’s a darling, a wonderful mom and devoted wife to her loving husband.

11. What is your new years resolution for your behalf? For my family, good health.

I’m skipping #12…

13. Which type of person do you hate the most? The ones that talks behind my back.

14. What is your ambition? Back then, I dreamed of becoming a flight attendant. Probably because of the perks they get.

15. If you had one wish what would you wish for? I wish for simple, blessed and stress free life.

16. How did you celebrate new year? A simple family dinner!

17. Name one of your body part your hubby or boyfriend tells you he adores: My ex’es loves my cheek, they like pinching it.

18. It is already 2008, do you have a new year’s resolution? Yes, spiritual growth and good health

19. What do you look forward to in 2008? My trip to Spain and Philippines, and then Nicho’s 6th birthday.

20. What were your accomplishments last year? The promotion and home projects that’s been finally accomplished.

And for the sake of continuity and camaraderie, I am tagging the following people (kindly do it at your own convenience and allow me to say that you are in no way obligated, this is all for fun): Keith, Pinky, Joy (please get well soon), Iris, Lulu, Toni, Weng and Meeya. Thank you guys!

True Calling…

I’m totally going loca trying to juggle work, family and school. Work and family has always been crazy, but I didn’t know graduate school can be so much fun. I’ve enrolled myself a couple months ago, without my parents knowledge. I’m taking three subjects right now, namely: Public Policy, Urban Planning and Healthcare Financing & Budgeting.  It’s just  a few, but it’s a good start. You see, I am on a mission here. I need some sort of career advancement, as I feel it’s a bit sluggish. And getting that MPA (Public Administration) would be my ticket to promotion and get rid of that witch on the fourth floor. Hahahah!

Seriously, I’ve been feeling that Accounting is not my forte. Don’t get me wrong, I know it’s my daily bread and butter. It does pay the bills and puts food on the table. But I feel that it’s not my true calling. I don’t mind doing it, but I don’t enjoy it either. I could have taken MBA instead if I wanted to expand my horizons in Accounting. But I won’t be true to myself if I did that. People have told me that I have very good management skills. I’ve had patients and clients told me that quite a few times before, when they see me run the office in my boss’es absence. And there’s our Director, who said that co-workers has said very nice things about me and my work ethics.  That fellow accountants wouldn’t mind if I take the lead role in our department. Hearing that was truly inspiring and heartwarming.

That was the extra boost I needed to make that life changing decision. So days before the open enrollement, I had my mind set on changing my major: I am going for the MPA (with Healthcare Administration Option) rather than the MBA program. I haven’t said a word to my parents about the changes I made. But I figured out that I need not question or defend the choice I made. Blessed my parents heart for all there love and support. But this is my life and I need to decide for myself. I had all the intentions of telling them, but I’d rather not spoil the holidays.

Accounting is not all that bad, and I’m not saying that I hate it. But if given a chance, wouldn’t you want to do the things that makes you happy? Ask yourself that question. We’re not talking about just money or a senior position or a title added after someones name. This about the remaining years of our lives, our passion and happiness. Which reminds me of something I red in a book before.“That real success is finding your lifework in the work you truly love.” With that said, I’m confident that I’m on the right track.

Wish me well guys, I will definitely need lots of it!

Ayyy What?

Last night, I borrowed my nephews Nintendo DS. I got this Catz game from Walmart for less than ten bucks and wanted to try it for myself. It’s some sort of simulated game, like Tamagotchi. So here I was in my bedroom with my nephew watching me play. When suddenly, I sneezed. And I have to admit that it was loud and messy. ( Please don’t try picturing it, cause it’s disgusting.) Hahaha! I heard my nephew said Bless you and I said Thanks. Then he saw something slimy on the game screen (I warned you it’s nauseating) and said — Ewww Yaya! Your DNA is all over my game.

Rewind, rewind, what did my five year old nephew said? Did he just mentioned the word DNA? I had to stop playing and asked him where he got the word from. And true to my suspicion, he got it from watching TV; those shows from Discovery Kids. Golly, kids nowadays are so darn witty!

PS: Like my new theme? What can I say… ‘Tis the Season!