I was checking my blog when I noticed in my Live Traffic Feed that someone from Iraq just visited my page. Well, I just want to share it. LOL.

It's a scorching 33^o C here in Davao today. Its been this hot for almost a week now, and forecasts say that hot weather will continue for a couple of days or more. Well, I think summer is just around the corner.

I haven't heard of the name Boyet Fajardo not until yesterday when my cousin told me about this faggot who made a scene in one of the Duty Free stores here in the country. My cousin though wasn't good enough in picking up the details of the news, even missing out the name of that particular designer. So, I googled it up and to my surprise a long list of blogs and forums are already dedicated to this bitch's intolerable attitude.

When I first heard of the news, I instantly got irritated on how he acted. More so, when I finally got a chance to peep on the CCTV recording of the incident (thanks to youtube). Just look on how pitiful the male attendant was; kneeling for forgiveness to a mistake he didn't do just to keep to his job. Shame on you Boyet Fajardo.

And in the first place, the name Boyet Fajardo doesn't ring a bell. So whether the ID requirement was SOP or not, his fake and "effort-full" VIP status is just the same when our househelp goes to Duty Free to shop. You're not Imelda, Mr. Fajardo.

There is no point in trying to clean up your name. You blew it Boyet. You have just won a backstage pass of the movie,'Business going Bankrupt'. 'Cause no one's buying your line anymore. Mr. Fajardo, have you heard the word BOYCOTT?

This morning I was looking for an old document I have in my PC when I came across this folder full of raw photos of our yearbook class picture. Then it came to me that a year has just passed since we parted ways March of last year.

After our graduation, we had different career moves. Many, decided to work in Manila and a few, including me, stayed here in my laid-back Davao. Just recently, I have stumbled upon a few classmates from college. I learned from them how our other friends are doing now.

Thank God, no one has died yet. Two of my girl classmates got married. Two or three went on to law school. While a big number work in contact centers. The idea of a class reunion keeps on popping-up, but hey, we're not that old yet. Three or four more years, let's just see.

Our fish tank was empty for almost a year. A year before that, my older brother got hooked on raising his own Flowerhorn. The fish, I tell you, is not that aesthetically gifted. It has this huge lump on the head and black stains all over the sides of the fish's body. The stains, according to my brother, are supposed to form some Chinese characters which I really doubt to be true. But my brother would really insist. And for that, I call him delusional.

He eventually got tired staring at the fish. The Flowerhorn was given to his friend and I have no news about the creature since then. The fish tank was left empty not until two weeks ago that he decided to raise Orandas, two Golds and one pretty in Black.

I really like the fishes now. They look so regal when they move around. Perhaps, adding two more Orandas would complement the still big space of the fish tank.

Globe Telecom was one of the major sponsors of the 72nd Araw ng Dabaw celebration. For the week-long festivities, the communication giant flew in the country's hottest bands for a night full of great music. Rocksteddy, Rico Blanco and Pupil (the new band of ely buendia) took Davao with a big bang. Too bad, I did not make it to the show for some very important reasons. I had the chance though of taking some photos of some avid fans taking their turns in one of the ticket outlets in town.

I've been keeping myself busy with work lately; going around town interviewing some not so popular personalities. The job however has recently become a headache. I am burdened with the task of making inspiring-slash-interesting stories out of some very bland-slash-plain celebrity wannabes.

Well, save for the person whose photos appear above. Aside from the way he seats for an interview, Wally (not his real name), is a dance choreographer and, believe it or not, he was jailed before for about seven months by committing two-counts of frustrated murder. Knowing his quote and quote gloomy past, had me think twice of making my moves in between his legs.

I wish we could undo life and had it reformat the way we like it to be. Where one could easily push backspace or have his/her life justified. But apparently, there is no right-click nor a cascading list of options available. Life is completely different from our personal computers at home.It would never be on a WYSIWYG format (what you see is what you get).

I want to apologize for not updating my blog for quite a long time. I had personal issues that I have to attend to. And seeing and reading my blog would somehow make it more difficult for me to move on. Yes. To move on. But I guess its easier said than done.

I'm writing this now in an almost empty internet cafe. Weird, but the silence of the room makes me feel more lonely. Not alone, but lonely. I don't know why. But I really, honestly, feel lonely tonight. Something is missing. Something.

It got me. My laziness I mean. I'm just too tired to think of something that I can write about. My day was a drag for a fact. Woke up at six to rush the material for tomorrow's airing. Went home after lunch. Did some blog reading. By late afternoon, Weng, a close friend, went to the house to use my brother's PC. I got tired. Took a little nap for two hours. By eight, Weng and I ate dinner together. A little talk. My other gay friends, Jonnel and Ovit came by. A little more talk. Then went home. Nothing special really happened. And as the rain is pouring heavy outside, I think I leave my day this way. Dry.




Photo: Someone, they call Joseph

Just past 11 we took the familiar route around downtown. Me and Brian brawled the humid night and sifted the silent streets fresh from the holiday exodus. We easily glided our way around the blocks with the hope to tame a creature in this place we call, the jungle of men. 

I just to share some of the videos I collected online. Enjoy!

I want my first blog entry for this year to be 'happy'. A little break from my previous posts which have been a bit heavy to read. It has been very frustrating for my part to end 2008 that way. But since it's a new year, I want to open it with a bang!

Perhaps to write a list of the good things which happened to me last year. A quick recall of the many firsts of my young life and of course my little achievements for the past year.

1. FINISHING MY THESIS. I planned the whole of my last year in college around this one. Thanks Microsoft.

2. A COLLEGE DEGREE. After five years of hard work and sleepless nights I finally graduated from college last year.

3. MY FIRST JOB. I tried working in a contact center in Central Visayas after graduation. I had fun in the beginning but I eventually lost my appetite for this kind of work. I went AWOL (4. FIRST AWOL) on my second month.

5. FIRST TIME LIVING IN A DIFFERENT CITY. It was a learning experience being alone and outside of your comfort zone. Although for a very short time i had the opportunity living in a house with strangers, and sharing a room with someone other than my brothers.

6. BEING PART OF THE UNEMPLOYED WORK FORCE. I hated the feeling of doing nothing for a couple of months. But c'mon, give the guy a little vacation :)

7. FIRST ROAD TRIP. While waiting for a job opportunity, I had the chance to work part time for a small company that handles corporate events. And one of my job assignments included a road show within Greater Southern Mindanao. 5 cities in 5 days. wooohhh!!!

8. MY BIG BREAK. I really did not expect it to come but when I was offered to write (the whole script is done in Cebuano) and direct my own local TV show, I did not think twice.