Sic Et Non

Is this a vlog or a blog? Sic et non. Yes and no. I don't actually know how to title this entry. O well, I don't even knowhow to start this entry anyway.

Makati. Started this blog in the office. Ending it at Oriental Gardens. And, shit, it's almost 2:30 AM and I still don't know what to say.

Maybe because I had so much fun since Thursday of last week. It all culminated last night as our Muslim brothers are having a hearty meal. Considering the fasting they have gone through, I think hearty is an understatement. Which makes me think, no words could describe the euphoria of being filled of seafoods with friends, fully drunk with the boys, and full of my Bagbag's assurance. As these pictures could tell.

Two weeks ago, an unprecedented communing with core friends. Praxedes, Ninghao and I went out for some drinks blamed wholly to Melenyo who rendered the whole of Manila, and beyond, powerless. The fans are powerless against the evening heat, and we are powerless against boredom. So off we assembled down Malate ‘till the break of dawn. And it’s not even a weekend. The only guilt I had for coming home as the dawn was breaking were the calories I have to burn for eating anything that we find inanimate that night: chicken skin (4 little paper bags), balut (5 pieces), sweetened spicy pusit (5 plastic pockets), Aristocrat bibingka and puto bumbong downed by a cup of thick choco. Should I mention beer? And how many calories does one earn from laughter? Me, Ninghao, Praxedes… ten years of friendship and we’ve never gotten tired of laughing at each other’s foibles.

From Chelu we moved to Aristocrat as Ninghao, who was getting drunk, was beginning to huggle for ownership of the bar from Jeffs Cafe (his real name is Jeff but I don't know his last name so we call him after the other bar he owns).

Across Aristocrat, we took in the first light of the day at the sea wall. Nah, nothing romantic can be conjured in the company of two bitches. We just wanted to poke fun at the time-counting traffic light. Honestly, Ninghao just wanted to poke fun at the male joggers... or maybe more.

Yesterday, Eid’l Fitr, in solidarity with our Muslim bro’s, Bagbag and I planned out a dinner of uninhibited gluttony over crustaceans. My immovable resolve to commit this particular deadly sin has found its venue -- Farmers Market in Cubao now has its own Dampa.

We were joined in by one newfound friend and another not-so-new: Porto (who is now
Ryoichi’s ex) and Maria Leonora T. (he kept singing this Guy & Pip soppy theme to Porto).

We have to hurry on dinner as there were paparazzos in the vicinity. On the second floor railing overlooking our table, two girls were taking picture of us using their cellphones. And we're not even famous. I'm annoyed.

After watching a movie, we found ourselves in Oyster Boy downing beer and, ahm, oysters. The other day, passing by this bar on our way to Palawan, my friend Miranda Priestly (when he calls me in my cellphone, I know he's checking on our next event at the Rainbow Project) thought that Oyster Boy is a gay bar. He got the impression from the word boy. I had this blood curdling feeling. Boys with oysters. Hermaprodites gyrating on Guns 'N Roses.

I'm going to puke. Bye!

FAC UT VIVAS

I wrote this poem as my erotic piece read in the last Bohemain Fridays at the Rainbow Project. Since the event was held vis-a-vis an exhibit of sexy male photographs by Dominique James, the reading writers were asked (in the guise of a requirement) to read erotic poems or essays.

You stand by the window
Light slapping your bulges
Devoid of decency
I like what I see.

You stare at me
A brooding eye
Sharp double edged dagger
Piercing my soul with desire.
... you are horny.

In return, I'm happy to be here.
So happy, I'm swollen stiff
...down there.

I wish, like Christian Amanpour,
I'd be dodging bullets in Iraq for CNN.
But I'd rather be here with you
....licking your nipplse.

I see myself gorging
Tons of sushi in Saisaki.
But I rather be here
naked
in bed
...you sitting on my face.

I longed to fly over the Pyrenesse
And be awed by nature.
But I am here happier
Swallowing your tongue.

Oh how I'd be now cruising the Carribean
But I'm content, damn you...
my face is stock between your legs.

In your nakedness I see
A Roman centurion
Stripped of armor
Glistening with sweat
Splattered with barbarian blood
Oozing with verility
... I'm wet.
Prompting me to talk dirty in Latin

Fac ut vivas!
Fac ut vivas!

Sounds toilet and nasty.
But what I'm really saying is

Get a life!

BOHEMIAN FRIDAYS @THE RAINBOW PROJECT

Ralph Semino Galan & G.S. Llorren, the Runway Associate, PRESENTS

BOHEMIAN FRIDAYS @THE RAINBOW PROJECT

The Bohemian spirit is back in Malate as The Rainbow Project continues with its series of literary readings and artistic happenings. The second event of “Bohemian Fridays” is a photo exhibit of award-winning photographer Dominique James at the ground floor of The Rainbow Project, located at the Nakpil-Orosa Courtyard, Malate, Manila . The exhibit will be officially launched on Friday, October 20, 2006 at 9 in the evening.

Dominique James is one of Philippines’ finest professional image-makers. In the span of 15 years, he has photographed almost all of the famous people in the country, from celebrated entertainment personalities and top fashion models to high-ranking politicians and prominent socialites. In addition, he has done numerous commercial, advertising and corporate photography. Dominique also regularly conducts several popular models’ and photographers’ workshops. Frequently, he serves as a judge and a consultant to photography contests, model searches, beauty tilts, and talent competitions. To date, he has already presented more than 50 one-man and group photography exhibits. While Dominque is best known for his celebrity portraits, his other favorite subjects include still life, nude, landscape, food, and architecture.

To add more rhapsodies to “Bohemian Fridays”, there will also be a literary reading of prize-winning writers at the second floor lounge of The Rainbow Project starting at 9 in the evening. After the scheduled readers have read their masterpieces, members of the audience may also read their own works during the open mike session.

ADMISSION FOR THE EVENT IS FREE!

For inquiries, contact 536-0781 or 0917-8378717.