Three Six Oh

the week had been quite eventful for me. life is what happens when you've made plans...for blogging. in short, life is the blog killer. ha.

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i've been avoiding the call of the "wild" lately. i've been shunning invites to go out. i feel that it's about time i reevaluate myself and think of what i really need. going out brings out the unbridled, the crazy, and the defiant old me. should i think about settling down?

yaiks. wag muna.

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there's no spectacle more similar to the circus than the office rumor mill. admit it. it's the forbidden spice. it's the splash of color that replaces what office politics drain away. can't live with it, can't live without it.

anyway, the latest bombshell in the office would be one of the managers having a leaked nude photo. one that leaves so much less to the imagination. apparently it was posted on Pinoy Exchange by a fuming ex of his who felt betrayed. said manager has the penchant for chasing anything wearing a skirt. the picture showed him nekkid (all the way, haha!) with the full moon beaming.

i've been bumping into him everyday. good thing we don't really have much to talk about. otherwise i imagine something along the lines of "so, how's you pwet, i mean, team?"

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song best describes what i'm into lately: Feelin' Good.

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it's so uplifting to hear a compliment on how you look just at that exact moment at the end of your day where you feel like you got run over by a truck and the only thing keeping your eyelids open is that deadline you have to meet the next day.

and to top it, it came from an office beauty. i didn't see that coming. but hey thanks, miss (name withheld).!

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i LOVE Pancake House. the chicken, the roast beef, the waffles, the pancakes (duh), the salad...

especially now that they have a new line of pastas. the one to die for would be the one with the fancy shcmancy name i forgot but it's with tomato sauce and shiitake mushrooms.

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have i told you i love shiitake mushrooms? drenched in vinaigrette, oooooh. orgasmic.

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i've been spending so much time with my new baby. her name? Xbox. last name: 360. nonstop! videogames nowadays have evolved to such mindblowingly realism, it's now a multi billion industry rivaling the movies.

yep i'm a nerd. a nerd who can whip your ass from here til sunday on any game you choose.

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have an orgasmic weekend!

Smoke and Mirrors

"Ricky Martin: I'm a fortunate homosexual man."

don't tell me you didn't see that cominG. what, having 2 kids through artificial insemination and surrogacy didn't tip you off?

i knew it the first time he shook his bon boN.

i just find it surprising how most of my girl friends and some straight male friends were in a state of collective shock/disbelief because of this "revelatioN".

to me, it's like Eric Quizon, Piolo Pascual, Uma Khuni (sp?), Paolo Ballesteros, Eric Santos, and a whole slew of other "manly men", holding a press conference on national TV admitting that they are all rainbow colored goddesseS. Hindi nga??! /sarcasm

i remember coming out to my moM. it wasn't as theatrical as i imagined it would bE. it was just me uttering those two words every straight laced parent dread to hear. i've come up with scenarios in my head as to what level of hysteria my mom would be in. i even went as far as planning the blocking. where i would stand mattered, if a projectile came my way, i have room to maneouver.

but all she said was, "i know" and the look in her eyes told me that everything's going to be alrighT. and after that, it was easy.

in hindsight, i didn't really come out to my daD. he just got it from my ever lovable telegraph of a mom. he gave me the silent treatment for a month but he warmed up soon after.

what was surprisingly difficult was inadvertently coming out to my relativeS. i didn't really plan on doing so, but our chismosa household help (who's no longer with us, thank god!), slipped up. spilling the beans to one of my chismosa titas in the process. it's true what they say: walls have ears. mukha kasi syang dingding!

what made it awkward was the fact that most of relatives think i am just in a "phase". they never cease with the "when are you going to get married?", and the "let me hook you up with mare/pare's daughter".

my pet peeve? patronizing me with "sayang ka".

i guess what it taught me was that people who care about you a lot can look past the reflecting pool; those who care less are scandalized by what they see and it serves as fodder for their incessant need for something or someone to judge.

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no matter how late he did it, i commend Ricky for embracing his truth. in a world of bigots and intolerant fools, all we have is our truth. what we do with it is up to us. let them give me hell, it doesn't matter. i just keep my head held high. in that, i win.