You Hate Me?

Hating me will never make me go away.
Hating me will never take the pain away.
Hating me will just make you wilt until you die.

From Fag Hag to Bag Hag

My good friend Mica has turned into a bag hag. It’s a natural progression I must say from being a natural fag hag. She’s turned her craziness with bags into a backyard business ala Tele-aralan ng Kakayahan and Negosyete. Check out the nylon bags that she makes.

There are a lot of other stuffs that she sells like diaper bags and beads. Check her wares out here http://micstuff.multiply.com/.

Train Ride to Heaven

A sardine-packed MRT train has its perks. It perked me up. Hahahahaha

If you are an MRT rider, you know exactly what I mean. And I’m not just being naughty.

King Geek

I attended a free Mac OS X basic orientation at Power Mac Center this early evening. It is unbelievable how tech geeks these days come in different packages. There are maternal geeks. There are hunk geeks. There was a bunch of expat geeks. There was a Chinese geek. There was even a mother-and-daughter tag team geek. I am the slut geek. Wahahaha

Tech geek you say? Yeah that is a public admission of my tech geekiness. That was a long time coming ah. But what do you expect? When tech bereft friends start calling you in the middle of the night about their hardware and software problems and you don’t mind, and that actually gives you a pleasure comparable only to the big O, you probably don’t know it yet but you’re turning into a tech geek yourself. Nothing to be ashamed of really. Geeks rule the world these days! I'm King Geek in waiting.

juOnTech: Hard Dicks Drive Me Crazy

I mean hard discs drive me crazy. My obsession with my Macbook never stops. Since I feel that its 60 GB internal HDD will not suffice for the grand projects I intend to do with it (accumulating porn not being one of them), I used the money I sold my Samsung X820 with to buy a 120 GB 2.5” Seagate IDE HDD. I bought the HDD and a separate enclosure and assembled it myself. It’s cheaper than buying a ready to use HDD. It’s not that tricky really. In fact, the actual assembly of the hardware doesn’t even take 10 minutes. What took me along time to figure out was how to format the drive for dual OS support or as a swappable drive (MS Windows to Mac OS and vice-versa). Before this bold move (considering the serious investment in buying a raw HDD and the possibility of bricking it in attempts to format it), I of course searched the web for DIY instructions. Unfortunately, most of the instructions I found in the last few weeks that I’ve been searching all yielded results for MS Windows HDD formatting. Nevertheless, I went to Greenhills yesterday after work to shop. I returned to this store where I saw the HDD I wanted last week. I asked the lady owner of the store how much the thing costs, and how much it’ll be if I had her assemble and format it. Here is her computation:

HDD: Php 5500
Casing: Php 1200
Formatting for dual OS support : Php 800
Total Damage: Php 7500

Hhhm. Pretty expensive. So I told her I’d look around first. And guess what I found? I found a Php 380 HDD enclosure. And here is what is staggering. The lady in the first store I visited said they had to charge me 800 if I ask them to format the disc for dual OS support because they would have to install a special software on it. Motherfucker! I discovered myself when I was experimenting on my Mac that OS X actually could do that for me. Here’s what I did:

1. I connected the fresh HDD via USB to my Mac.
2. The Mac immediately recognized the drive and it appeared as “untitled” on the desktop.
3. I went to Applications>Utilities>Disk Utility.
4. I clicked on the external drive (in my case it was labeled 111.8 GB Generic External Disc) and then went to the Erase pane.
5. In the Erase pane, I chose MS-DOS File System in the Volume Format drop-down menu and then clicked Erase.
6. I went to the Partition pane afterwards and then clicked Partition.
7. When that was done, I ejected the HDD and tried it on my PC. The PC recognized it. I also wrote files on it and it worked.
8. I tried it again on my Mac and it was recognized immediately. I was able to copy the files I got from my PC to the Mac.

Coolness. And to think that lady was about to charge me 800 bucks for a few clicks on the keyboard? So if you also got a Mac and plan to assemble your own external HDD, I hope this helps a bit.

Small World

I was at Robinsons Pioneer yesterday late afternoon soaking up on the free wifi until my eyes got teary-eyed surfing the net. Gahaman ako eh. Wahahaha. Anyway, when I decided to pack up, I saw a guy I faintly recognize to be somebody I used to go out with around 3 or 4 years ago. There wasn’t instant recognition because the last time I saw him he looked haggard and he had a bad break out of acne. But he was cute. And he was huge. I mean, he was a lot taller than me and pretty bulky because he worked out a lot. I liked him then because he was unassuming and soft-spoken, a stark contrast from what you’d expect from a brute-looking guy that he was. He was such a macho. And he was very nice. The only thing that bothered me about him was that he was too horny which made it hard for me to trust him to be loyal. So there.

I thought of saying hi so I went after him. But before I got close enough, I saw another friend of mine from the gym. My friend and this old flame, they met up. I didn’t know what to think. You’d say this is such a small world right? Well yeah. But I didn’t realize it was THIS small. I remember another friend of mine pointing out to me a few years ago how small the gay community is in Manila, that we gay guys are actually just exchanging partners once in a while without most of us knowing it. Now I know that for sure. I don’t know about you, but I find that scary. So to end my anecdote, I could’ve decided to approach them and say hi and watch how my old beau would react. That would’ve been a scene straight out of a soap opera. But I turned my back and walked away. I wish them well.

Queen Bee

My good friend from high school Karren is gorgeous. She is perhaps one of the best-looking girls in school. She’s smart and sexy and cool. And she’s a bitch. A fact that she denies so vehemently she’d be ready to smack in the face any one who calls her such. See what I mean? But really I love her for all that she is.

Karren has a slight heart problem these days. She tells me she is in love with Mr. Loverboy whom she met almost a year ago in her old job in a bank. The problem is that the guy has not been texting or calling her for almost a month now. Oh no they started out in very good terms. They have been friends for months before they started officially going out. After that, Karren tells me the guy started to act like it was them. He’d give her updates about where he was or what he was doing. He’d check on her several times in the day. He was doing the stuff that boyfriends do to their girl. Well, except for one thing. ☺ And that part Karren wasn’t so excited about. But nevertheless, she liked him a lot to the point that she thinks she loves him already. Her heartache started the day after that fateful date when she started acting more like her bitchy self. She tells me she was not in her best mood during that date. In fact she was cranky. That was why she literally forced that date on him because she wanted to cool her head by spending time with him. It turned out not to be a good move. They ate out. Their order was taking ages to get served. When the waiter finally came, Karren started barking at him. And Mr. Loverboy called her a bitch (Well not exactly. Something like “Why do you have to be such a bitch to him?”) when the waiter left. Then he started giving her a sermon about respecting other people and stuff. In fairness to Karren, she took all of his words to heart. And what does he expect? The girl was having a bad day! Karren never realized that her bigger problem starts the next day until today when he doesn’t text or call her anymore.

When your friend cries on your shoulder, you tell her all the things that will make her feel better. I’m not sure if that’s exactly what I told her. For starters, I told her that I never realize until now that she doesn’t know how bitchy she really is. But that’s what she is and I love her for that among other things. Obviously, Mr. Loverboy doesn’t get that. Well, actually he gets it but he doesn’t want it. I told her that she is not Mr. Loverboy’s ideal woman. I surmise that he probably got shocked the way she treated the waiter. The waiter of course, no matter how lousy his service was, didn’t deserve being treated like trash. And Mr. Loverboy didn’t approve of that act. The essence of the matter is that Mr. Loverboy got turned off by her behavior. That was the single most rationale explanation to his disappearance.

He got turned off just like that? All the good things that she has shown him in the months that they knew each other got invalidated by just one act. She couldn’t believe how that is possible. So I told her about my own story of love gone kapoof in a snap of a finger.

Karren my love, if you are reading this, I understand why you have that nagging urge to check on him, to initiate contacting him again hoping to rekindle what you had before. You can choose to do that but I bet you the odds of him getting back to you are nil. Here’s what I want you to do to win. Pick up the pieces of your broken self, move forward, and don’t look back. He’s just one drone in the beehive. And you are the queen bee.

Cooking Love

I am starting to feel like some love doctor. I don’t know what people see in me but for some strange reason I attract people with problems of the heart. And man, how I surprise myself with the gems of wisdom I never thought I had about love and relationships. Here is one elementary case I’d want to share with you.

Ed is a friend of mine from the gym. I just recently found him out, if you know what I mean. And apparently he is going out with a boy for almost close to a month now. The problem is that the boyfriend has not been texting him for days now. He tells me they had a slight falling out a few days ago because, well, somebody texted Ed asking for the perfunctory “stats and asl pls.” Ed did not really set out to seek my advice but the big brother instincts in me just couldn’t resist not letting out some salted words.

My first concern really was that if there was enough reason for Ed’s bf to be jealous. Ed says there’s none. He feels that his boy was unreasonable because how in the hell could he expect Ed to control who texts him. Hhhmmm. Really, he can’t, but I told him what he could control. He can control to whom he gives out his number.

Initially he gave me the impression that he misses his boy and that he wanted to see him again. But as I sifted through the emotions and thoughts that he reveal to me, I realize what his real problem is. He is young and he doesn’t know what he wants. His youth is not a problem as is. I know many who have found true love at a young age. What created the complication for him is the fact that he doesn’t know what to do with his life.

Here’s my advice. I told him that love is just an ingredient in the kitchen called life, and life is a series of cooking different dishes. The first step to cooking a dish is finding out what kind of dish he’d like to cook. From there, he can tell what ingredients he needs from the kitchen rack. Now, is a love life an ingredient he needs in the dish that he wants to cook at this point in his life?

I let Ed figure out the answer for himself. Kids. They make me feel ancient.

Cooking Love

I am starting to feel like some love doctor. I don’t know what people see in me but for some strange reason I attract people with problems of the heart. And man, how I surprise myself with the gems of wisdom I never thought I had about love and relationships. Here is one elementary case I’d want to share with you.

Ed is a friend of mine from the gym. I just recently found him out, if you know what I mean. And apparently he is going out with a boy for almost close to a month now. The problem is that the boyfriend has not been texting him for days now. He tells me they had a slight falling out a few days ago because, well, somebody texted Ed asking for the perfunctory “stats and asl pls.” Ed did not really set out to seek my advice but the big brother instincts in me just couldn’t resist not letting out some salted words.

My first concern really was that if there was enough reason for Ed’s bf to be jealous. Ed says there’s none. He feels that his boy was unreasonable because how in the hell could he expect Ed to control who texts him. Hhhmmm. Really, he can’t, but I told him what he could control. He can control to whom he gives out his number.

Initially he gave me the impression that he misses his boy and that he wanted to see him again. But as I sifted through the emotions and thoughts that he reveal to me, I realize what his real problem is. He is young and he doesn’t know what he wants. His youth is not a problem as is. I know many who have found true love at a young age. What created the complication for him is the fact that he doesn’t know what to do with his life.

Here’s my advice. I told him that love is just an ingredient in the kitchen called life, and life is a series of cooking different dishes. The first step to cooking a dish is finding out what kind of dish he’d like to cook. From there, he can tell what ingredients he needs from the kitchen rack. Now, is a love life an ingredient he needs in the dish that he wants to cook at this point in his life?

I let Ed figure out the answer for himself. Kids. They make me feel ancient.

Where's Your Boyfriend?

I don't know if you guys have stumbled on this useful site that helps you locate your boyfriend using their cell phone number. You might want to try it.

www.sat-gps- locate.com

Now if you are paranoid that you're boyfriend says he's somewhere but he's actually somewhere else, try this. It's not a trust issue believe me. :-) Better be sure that find out later you're, oh-uh, number 2. Or number 3? Wahahahaha

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Barako at Saging

I am having banana walnut muffin and steaming kapeng barako for easter lunch. No easter eggs this time for me. Not that bad really. Just living the life.

And oh. Happy birthday to my baby brother Christian! Matanda ka na uy!

juOnMovie: Sunshine

After Dreamgirls, this movie was the next that made me want to get out and watch it in the theatre. And I was not disappointed.

Set in the age when life on earth is in the brink of extinction as the mighty sun starts losing its power like a candle’s light flickering before it is extinguished, Sunshine tells of the mission of 8 astronauts sent to re-ignite the power of the only source of light in the solar system. Will they be successful? Surprisingly, the technology they bring with them is a minute factor in their mission’s success. Crafted by the same team behind 28 Days Later (which by the way has a follow up coming in May this year, 28 Weeks Later), it showed how emotions and values are both human’s triumph and defeat. The movie is science fiction at its best, and edge-of-your-seat adventure, and a fine human drama. You might want to visit http://www.sunshinedna.com/ for more information about this movie

Director: Danny Boyle
Starring: Chris Evans, Hiroyuki Sanada, Cliff Curtis, Michelle Yeoh, Benedict Wong, Rose Byrne, Cillian Murphy and Troy Garity