Monday Sickness

The problem about happy weekends is the ugly truth that you’ll face during Mondays. Most of us have rest says on weekends and on my part (being on the night shift), it started 5:00 in the morning. I will abruptly finish my work and making it sure I turned off the computer at 4:59 am. By exactly 5:00 am you’ll see me rummaging inside my locker and dashing off outside the building to welcome the first ray of the sun. Feeling good about the first few minutes of my work-free time, I chatted with my closest friend at the office who is Rakel, as words, laughter, emotions and heavy puff of smoke comes out of our mouth. At 5:30 am, we’re ready to wave our goodbyes and anticipate ourselves to reach home as soon as possible.

Weekends meant home. That’s how I define it. And home means family, bestfriend and partner.

I have two sets of family by the way. If I want to spend time with my pops, my sister Nadine, my brother Jay, Malou aka Sam, and our dogs Buck and Chill, I will drive myself to Makati and spend the whole afternoon there. The thing that I wanted the most in Makati home is spending time with Trudy, our super computer with internet connection. (Yes, the bloody computer had a name). I don’t have to spend money for anything there which was great and that is something I miss every now and then.

Spending time with my mom is the best because she comes to me, tagging along my sister Arby and my youngest brother Batutoy. I cooked everytime they visit which my mom never fails to say something nasty about it. She’s a typical mom, never approves of everything she sees about my own home. She doesn’t approve about the thick ice on the refrigerator. She hates the moldy bread on top of the microwave. She disapproves about the undies which are soak for a week or two in the KFC bucket. She despised the mountain of plates on the kitchen sink. She nags about the kitchen floor and how stinky Mio (my pet dog) is. She’s a yada-yada machine while she scrubs the floor, defroze the ref, threw away the garbage, wash the dishes and do the laundry. I sometimes wonder how she managed to nag and scrub at the same time.

The wacky days are spent with my bestfriend Ivory. Every two weeks (which is pay day) is our bonding days. We watched movies or go to the zoo or a trip to a spa or drink and sang at a karaoke or whatever. It was always spontaneous.

Mostly, I spent time at home with my partner. We spend time eating whether we cooked it or order it from somewhere. We consume a lot of electricity during these weekends watching dvds and sleeping the whole day with the aircon on.

What made it so gloomy during Mondays? Because probably the fun stops there and I have to put on the seriousness of the weekday routines where I have to wake up early to prepare food for Germaine and the ache starts where she leaves for work and I was left alone with Mio and the house with never ending chores. Maybe I was missing the human contact. The emotions that I shared with them everytime we were together. The happy weekends became good memories that stained during Monday mornings. How I think very significantly that 120 hours each week will make my baby brother into a man, that I am running out of time spending day at the zoo or play games with him, or my mom or my dad will soon be called lolo and lola by my soon to be nephews and nieces, or my bestfriend and I will soon show heavy wrinkles and white hair sticking out of our heads or my partner will still be my partner in the long run while I am busy being a robot programmed to be alone, to let my love ones grow, to force myself to sleep after lunch so that I can work in the evening to make something out of myself and to earn for a living.

This is sickness, where the only day I think of time; where I always felt like crying; where I always crave for hug; where I dreamed of pat in the back; where I always hungered for love; coz this is always the day I think of the cycle of human life.

Sundays

It’s technically Monday, 12:33 in the morning 11th of January. I had a slight fever from the afternoon activity and the cold medicine that I took ridiculously won’t allow me to sleep. I had the feeling of insomnia comeback and it’s making my recovery a total flop. This is bad. Totally bad. I’m in the middle of ripping my body in so many pieces because I want to do a lot of things at the same time. I can’t actually decide if I will be watching cartoons to help me relax because that’s what sick people do; or do a brainstorming about a new idea that’s brewing on my mind about something that will surprise everyone especially myself if God forbids that I will have the discipline to do it; or do the laundry; or wash the “never-ending-dirty-plates” on the sink; or cook Germaine’s breakfast and baon; or play the “Magic Jewelry” from my Gameboy. You see, I have a lot of things that I wanted to be done right now because time is catching up on me again. I can’t multi-task because again, I’m sick and cloning is definitely not an option. I spend a lot of time deciding on what to do first and I wasted a lot of milliseconds again.

Anyway, I decided to write another crap, I mean blog. I want to tell you about Sunday mornings again. I’m planning on buying a cheap coffee maker (probably around P500) because Sunday morning is not a Sunday morning without an aromatic coffee on your favorite cup. (and every coffee addicts know that). The over easy eggs and toast are delightful or if you wanted something heavy, vigan longganisa and danggit (from Germaine’s sister) are delectable and it goes well with garlic rice, tomatoes and sukang Ilocano. Well, apparently, Coffee alone is the main thing on my Sunday morning and I really love it to be associated with fine music. I remember choosing bossa nova for the past three years and this morning was a turnaround. I choose something light and easy. So here’s my playlist that I want to share with you.

• Laughter in the rain by Neil Sedaka
• Reunited by Peaches and Herbs
• Your in love by Wilson Philips
• Night bird BY Kalapana
• More today than yesterday by Spiral Staircase
• Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell
• Happy Together by Turtles
• You Are The Sunshine Of My Life by Stevie Wonder
• Whenever I see Your Smiling Face by James Taylor
• I’m Walking On Sunshine by Katrina and the Waves
• Here Comes The Sun by Beatles
• Reminiscing by Little River Band
• My Girl by The Temptations
• Summer Breeze BY Seals and Crofts
• Easy by Lionel Richie
• Happy by Alexia
• I Love Your Smile by Shanice
• Lovely Day by Bill Withers
• Ocean Dry by Lighthouse Family
• Ain’t It Over Til It’s Over by Lenny Kravitz
• Fallen by Lauren woods
• The Most Beautiful Girl In The World by Prince
• I’m Yours by Jason Mraz
• Cold Summer Nights by Francis M.
• Girl Be Mine by Franceis M.
• Just To See Her by Smokey Robinson
• I Love You So by Natalie
• Human Nature by Michael Jackson

Goodbye to 2009

I was absent for the week. Not because I like to have a holiday vacation but merely because of health reasons. Bad trip,

So what consumed me?

• Writing this crap.
• Twilight book series which made me to conclude that Bella Swan is a professional harlot.






• Cold Case Season 6 DVD marathon which is not as good as the previous seasons.

• CSI Las Vegas Season 10 DVD marathon afterwhich I found Cold Case better.


• Boston Legal DVD marathon which confirmed my belief that lawyers are really liars and this cause one of the injustices in the world.



• Johnny Depp DVD marathon on whom I really have a big crush on.


• Quality time with Ivory Vinasoy.

• Quality time with my family.

• Quality time with Germaine and Mio.



• Cleaning the house.
• Cooking.
• Sleeping, on time.
• Eating, each time tipong chicklet na lang ang pahinga.
• Taking pictures.
• Dirty mouthing and I can even fabricate dirty fairy tale stories which Mio and Germaine love. I bet Ivory will love it too! Germaine even told me that I am developing a Tourrete’s Syndrome, yeah!

Anyway, I want to have my own cheers and jeers for the year 2009 and here it is:

CHEERS:

• For the first time in my life, I received a business letter that states that I am a regular employee. I have the chance to enjoy the company privileges at last!
• My father bought me a Nikon camera.

• I still have my bestfriend Ivory Vinasoy.
• Good relationship with my family, both sides.
• I survive another year with my girlfriend Germaine, which is hard.
• I still eat three times a day and sometimes more. (I think gluttony should be categorized as jeers…)
• Proxy really works!
• I got a copy of Wonder Years DVD series at eBay with the help of Joanna.

• Made a lot of friends.
• The birth of the first Philippine LGBT radio which is Rainbow Radio by the Rainbow Rights Project.

(logo by Maica)

JEERS:

Jeers last year are actually a smashing death list.

• Death of travel. The Hongkong Disneyland tour was a great flop.
• Death of hope for buying a laptop.
• Death of hope for cable and internet connection.
• Death of Pinoy Master Rapper Francis M which made me realize I need a cable TV.
• Death of the King of Pop Michael Jackson which made me buy his concerts on DVD and his collector’s item-In Memoriam front page magazines and downloading his songs on my cellphone.
• Death of actress Farah Fawcett na tipong wala lang.
• Death of Cory Aquino which caused heavy traffic.
• Death of the Bears.
• Death of the Team Marcial.
• Death of Brittany Murphy and it made me think that I need to get a non-voice account job.
• Death of the Ondoy victims.
• Death of the people who were brutally massacre in Maguindanao.
• Death of anti-human trafficking advocate, Finardo Cabilao. He was the former social welfare attache to Malaysia who was brutally murdered.
• Death of my vices in which are very essential to me, really.
• Death of my healthy body.
• Death of my old pictures because the stupid maid threw it away.
• Death of the hope for fighting LGBT anti-discrimination because of the COMELEC issues.
• Death of my liking for Idiotic Mr. Tulfo.
• Death of my hope for being a mother.
• Death of my liking to Alice Sebold’s Lovely Bones book which I’m itching to return to the bookstore.
• Death of the oldest person who lives in our Makati home. I love her so much.
• I remember two weeks before Christmas that our dog Hannah was really sick. She spent four days at the vet which cost P1,300 per night. My 13th month pay as well as my wallet was severely suffering. To make the matter worst, she needs an operation worth P6,500 that made me and my partner broke. You know what? It’s nothing really as long as she keeps on breathing and how hard I prayed to have her home on Christmas Eve, I made chocolates as a fund raising and the day I was about to post it on the internet she died. I don’t want to write about her anymore and I don’t want to read her story because I’m just missing her more.. I feel the twitching in my chest and I feel that I can’t totally move on by always remembering. So I’ll just leave you a picture of her and her story that was posted on Germaine’s blog. It was well written by the way.




So what’s my New Year’s resolution?

NONE. I still want it to be as spontaneous as it was during the past years.

The Usual Drama

Dear Diary,

I cried so much because I still believe that someone will still love me for who I am. I still believe that besides your bestfriend, there is someone who you can trust with, with all your heart. I still believe of meeting someone who'll mean the words "promise", "secret" and "safe with me". I still believe in love. I still believe in ever after. I still believe that life is sweeter when you have someone to love more than yourself. I still believe in YOU. In my drunken moment I cried and I knew in my heart it wasn't just because I was drunk.

On May 10, 2008, Im in deep pain while my bestfriend was legally OUT.

Lesbian and Cheese

Nung bata ako, ayoko ng Queso de Bola.
Bukod sa bilog at mapait ang lasa,
may kakaiba itong amoy na nahahawig sa "kwan".
On my teenage years,
I began to have the likes of this red wax-covered ball of cheese.
Edam was my first, then came Magnolia and so on and so forth.
It was so addictive I began to be open about it.
From then on I'm anxiously waiting for the year to end
'Coz christmas is the month of Queso de Bola.

" Nangungulila ka man ng ilang buwan
Sa ulirat nagtatanong kung kailan
Ngunit 'di mapigil na 'di ka tikman
Kahit sa kahuli-huling sukdulan"

Ivy and I were having breakfast this January morning
A month to consume this luscious ball of cheese
From omelets to pancakes there's a grand dash of cheese
Sabi ni Ivy,

"Lesbiana ka talaga"

12 Days of Christmas

Here's a new version of the song 12 days of Christmas translated in tagalog by 2 broken-hearted, pathetic lesbians who will be celebrating christmas in solace.

Labing Dalawang Araw Ng Pasko

by: Ivy and Jeni

Sa unang araw ng pasko regalo sa'kin ng syota ko;

Isang kahon ng lason

Sa ikalawang araw ng pasko regalo sa'kin ng syota ko;

Dalawang matulis na kutsilyo

Sa ikatlong araw ng pasko regalo sa'kin ng syota ko;

Tatlong Zonrox at pomelo

Sa ika-apat na araw ng pasko regalo sa'kin ng syota ko;

Apat na adik sa kanto

Sa Ika-limang araw ng pasko regalo sa'kin ng syota ko;

Limang martilyo pampukpok sa ulo ko

Sa ika-anim ng pasko regalo sa'kin ng syota ko;

Anim na malalaswang torso

Sa ika-pitong araw ng pasko regalo sa'kin ng syota ko;

Pitong kausap na bobo

Sa ika-walong araw ng pasko regalo sa'kin ng syota ko;

Walong libog na lolo

Sa ika-siyam na araw ng pasko regalo sa'kin ng syota ko;

Siyam na labahang bago

Sa Ika-sampung araw ng pasko regalo sa'kin ng syota ko;

Sampung ulol na aso

Sa ika-labing isang araw ng pasko regalo sa'kin ng syota ko;

Labing-isang naposses na bolo

Sa ika-labing dalawang pasko regalo sa'kin ng syota ko;

Labing dalawang nabilad na kili-kili ng Arabo