dream sequences number two

this is a very, very unique dream and extremely hilarious. the strange thing about this dream was the fact that it was plainly auditory, the only thing visual was a radio.

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dream sequences number two: the radio plug

it was all radio. there it was in front of me, turned on, playing songs from my favorite radio station. then, the disc jock from that particular station gave an introduction to some guests they have that day.

the guests were vic sotto and joey de leon, the deadly duo of a famous noontime show. "in the house today are two people responsible for the twenty five successful years of EAT BULAGA, and they're here to invite you guys to their twenty-fifth anniversary celebration...", sonya smith began.

"so mr. vic sotto, congratulations. please invite everyone to see your show"

"ah. mga kapuso, i am inviting everyone to come to our anniversary special to be held on saturday....", vic sotto said.

then, it was joey's turn to speak, until he was interrupted by sonya smith because of a special radio caller.

"sir joey, on the phone right now is ms. mel tiangco of GMA, and she wants to wish the show goodluck on your show. ms. mel, you're now on air..."

Then mel tiangco's voice emerges.

"mga kapuso. salamat sa walang sawang pagsuporta nyo sa EAT BULAGA. MAGPAKAILANMAN, hindi niyo iniwan ang EAT BULAGA sa inyong pang-araw-araw na pananghalian. sana'y MAGPAKAILANMAN, ay nandyan pa rin kayong sumusubaybay. asahan niyong narito kami naghahatid ng serbisyong totoo, at aliw sa mga susunod pang 25 taon, at MAGPAKAILANMAN. At sana wag nyo ring kalimutan ang MAGPAKAILANMAN tuwing huwebes. sa programang ito po, ay pawang mga nakakaantig na katotohanan lamang ang inyong mapapanood, MAGPAKAILANMAN. Magpakailanman..."

Then, the unthinkable happened.

"pu#%@g i*a naman mel e,", Joey interrupted. "kaya nga kami nandito sa radyo para magpromote ng show namin, tapos puro MAGPAKAILANMAN lang ang sasabihin mo, pano MAALAALA ng mga tao yung show namin kung puro show mo ang maririnig nila".

"e g#@o ka naman pala e. kayo na nga ang tinutulungan magplug tapos babastusin mo ko sa national radio. tapos sasabihin mo pa ung title ng show ng kabila. e kung hindi ka naman pala tang# at kalahati....."

It was a riot in the radio so Sonya Smith decided to cut them all off air, as they continued to fight over the phone.

Then, the radio fell silent.

gay encounters episode two

this is a short one.

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episode two: the menu

this happened many months back, when a canteen was still located in front of our house.

that day, there were too many customers in the canteen and i was to leave our home to go to school. as i move out of our house and into the canteen, there was this group of gay college students who were buying for their meals. as i passed this gay guys out of the canteen, i overheard one of them said "ate, siya magkano? masarap ba cya?". i never understood what that meant at that moment. i was rushing my way to avoid being late in school. until i have decided to go back home, into the canteen, because of a school stuff i failed to bring.

then, as i walked into the canteen, and passed that particular group of students, now eating their respective meals, i again overheard another pahaging from that group. one of them told the other one, who uttered the first pahaging, "uy, yung ulam mo dumaaan...".

it was a funny and uneasy moment, i was quite timid to go out. but i have to go or else i would be late for school. so i composed myself, and planned to pass the group as swiftly as i could.

again as i walked-out of the canteen, another one said "uy, yung ulam mo dumaan ulit".

gay encounters

some funny stories about me and the third sex.

AS THAT SEX AND THE CITY CHARACTER, SAMANTHA JONES, ONCE SAID "TODAY THE GAYS, TOMORROW THE WOMEN"

HEHEHE...

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episode 1: in the purple line

i was waiting for my train in the station in v. mapa. i was on my way to araneta coliseum to meet a friend and to watch "disney on ice" last december 2004.

"train to santolan in five minutes", written on the lcd screen...

then i noticed a man, about late thirties or early fourties, giving me a queer look. i was quite annoyed so i moved distant to him. then he started to followed me. i was starting to get mad, but i thought to give him "the benefit of the doubt"... afterall, he does not look like a traditional gay guy.

maybe he was not into something at all....

or so i thought.

the moment the train arrived. there and there he approached me.

"pare, merry christmas", he said.

"merry christmas", i responded.

i rode a trainfull of passengers. bad luck for me.

i was standing, holding a safety hand rail. and to my surprise, despite the crowd, he managed to take the place behind me, and deliberately held the hand rail in front of me, as if trying to embrace me.

i was shocked and angry at the same time. but i do not want to get any attention from other people. don't panic i said.

and then he started talking of sleazy things... the kind of sensual talk a gayman gives as he picks-up a callboy.

details? nah.

just imagine what kind of talk i mean and you'll get it.

of course, i did not give him the idea that i would want to go with him. i just respond to questions that i could answer.

it was the most awkward moment ever, and the longest lrt ride ive taken.

ewan ko ba? hindi naman ako mukhang callboy. ni hindi naman ako guwapo. cute siguro, oo. (hehe). ano sa palagay nyo?

friday the thirteenth

it was a day we, in our family will never, ever forget.
it was the day we almost lost andrea, my niece.
she is two years old.

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call me supertitious, but i know a bad day coming if i feel it coming.
and yesterday is not an excemption.

call it "a series of unfortunate events", but from what i experienced yesterday, friday the thirteenth is for real.

my misfortune began during my summer class when i chose not to do the assignment for that day, our teacher, for what most of us thought, never collects assignments. but that day, is really an excemption. immediately, upon his arrival, my dreaded accounting professor, collected all the papers, telling us that he will not accept late assignments. everyone was shocked. except for a very responsible few. i was not one of those of people, i was copying answers as fast as i could but to no avail.

then the class ended i went home and upon arrival, i ate my lunch, watched survivor and took a nap, unaware of the great misfortune ahead.

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it was a good sleep.
upon awakening, i went to the living room where i found my two nephews, aaron and adrian, excitingly viewing our revived aquarium. mom's in the kitchen together with dad. and my sister, my nephews said was outside buying some stuff. everything was smooth sailing, until my sister arrived.
with her were the stuff she brought, some snacks, others home stuff. we were eating the hamburgers she bought until she asked us where andrea, my youngest niece, was.
then, the misfortune happened, it was like a scene from a teleserye, my sister was crying looking for her lost daughter as i rushed through our street looking for the same. my heart was pounding. my mind kept displaying thoughts of what could have happened to my two year old niece. how could she disappeared like that? time goes slow motion. really. everyone was emotional. my sister asked everyone in our street about my niece's whereabouts. luckily, many did see her. thanks to the red dress my niece was wearing. they said they were surprised someone as young, and as small, as my niece is loitering in the street with no guidance or what so ever. so they brought her to the barangay hall, where my sister rushed to claim her. everyone was relieved and still perplexed how everything happened. how a two year old girl escaped my mom, my dad, my two nephews, me.

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thanks to god.

we did not lose andrea.

we found her.

i promise not to lose my sight on her ever again.

i promise to be a good uncle.

i promise to grow-up, to be responsible for my family.

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when everyone recovered from the shock, my sister told me, that i too was lost in a mall.
it was not to say that for the second time, they almost lost a family member, but a reminder that sometimes things happen without our control.

buti na lang, isang friday the thirteenth lang meron ngayong taon.

dream sequences

tell me what you think...
i am having a lot of weird dreams lately... weird and funny...
here's one. enjoy.

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dream sequence number one: the fallen teeth

the setting was in a classroom in up diliman school of statistics (astig di ba?). i was inside the classroom, but i was different, i was in my late twentys or early thirtys. one thing that made me recognize myself is through my voice. i was sitting in the teacher's desk with a dear friend of mine named maila, and there are a lot of students sitting in front of me.

"mr. loquias is not around. for now, he has given you an assignment to be submitted next week", i told the students as i began to write in the blackboard.

in the real world, mr. loquias is my math teacher but in this dream sequence, he is my friend and the teacher of the students staring vaguely at me.

then something happened...

three of my teeth fell off. in an instant i was spitting blood all over. the shirt i wore is covered with blood. and maila rushed me to the infirmary.

then flash.

i was walking in a dark hallway with my maila. i assume we were inside the infirmary. still i was covered in blood with an aching jaw at the same time. everything was so creepy. i felt out of breath. slowly we approached the end of that hallway. at the end there was a spiral ladder.

then there was a creaking sound. thoughts of "the grudge" instantly flashed. before making the first step up the spiral ladder, a creature raced down the stairs and tumbled us down. i dont know how the creature looks like. i dont know what happened.

i was awakened. gasping.

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a friend told me before that having your tooth or teeth fallen off in a dream is an omen of death, and the only thing to prevent that from happening is to bite on any wooden corner.

surprisingly, i did follow that advice. who knows what will happen next?