My Buhay Dubai!

KARMA attacks!

2011-02-25T09:56:00.000-08:00

I was in the grocery today. I picked up some oranges for it was so appealing though a bit pricey. When I went to the counter and have them tag, I found out that the amount was 50% less. I’m quite sure that the salesman did mistake, devil in me don’t want to correct the salesman. To my surprise and want to take advantage of the situation, I went back to the stall and grab more. I mean more than the 1st bag of oranges I took.

Prior to this incident, when I had my lunch in a Filipino restaurant in Karama, I was billed less on what I ate. I immediately correct them by telling them what I had and the salesman thanked me. I feel happy.

Back in the grocery, after I pay all I got, I immediately look for a place for me to eat the oranges. And the KARMA sets in, the oranges were so sour, I can’t even eat 1 piece because it tasted like vinegar. I counted the total number and it was 15. WTF!

Karma really works, on my case today… I got it express!

Welcome to Malaysia!

2010-11-30T18:00:00.000-08:00

I wrote this entry at Malaysia Airport. We had a 7 hours stop over so we decided to go out and planned to eat out. Unfortunately, we don't have the local money (Ringgit), so we decided to go back inside and eat our lunch. All went well except for the 10 euros and 2 us dollars i paid for 5 cans of Pepsi for our group, wow! its too much! Happy though because my friend whom i just met at the airport paid for our meals...

The gentleman wearing a red bull cup works in ENOC, an oil company in Dubai and beside him is an Engineer working in Al Kaleej Newspaper. He's the one who paid our super yummy soup. The man in white bull cup is a professional boxer trainer. Bisaya pud from Calinan but lives in Manila.

Outside Malaysia Airport:

Plans: for the 1st for the night

2010-11-29T13:54:00.000-08:00

Its 2am in the morning of November 30 and I’m still up. Later at 3:30pm, my pick-up will come for my 6:30pm flight to the Philippines. This will be my third vacation but this time, I feel excited and nervous at the same time. Plans are set and yet financially I’m not confident.

I will be departing Dubai at 6:50pm via Malaysian Airlines and a stopover in Malaysia Airport for 7 hours before reaching Manila on December 1 at 5:30pm. I am planning to go out and see Malaysia but budget is the greatest factor to consider. If Malaysia will accommodate me in 7 hours within my budget range, I will grab the opportunity. Even not in the place where their iconic Petronas Tower located is, for I learned that it is far away from the airport, but to the nearest point where I can take photos. But still, money is the deciding factor. I will decide when I get there.

In Manila, I will be picked up by the Malate Pensionne chauffer service and will check in immediately after. Nearby mall will be my 1st target to buy toiletries and sim card to contact friends. Bobby, Jose’s daughter is most important and the rest will follow. I might end the night with a drink in a bar.

On my 1st day, vacation plans should be followed strictly. I will enjoy the metro to the fullest for I will not be going with somebody. I will be alone which I think the coolest because it will be cheap, flexible and very movable.

Hahahaizzzzz, cant wait!

That’s why im still up! The clock is ticking…. Tik, tok, tik, tok, tik, tok….

Pinas, Here I Come... (without !)

2010-11-29T10:22:00.000-08:00

This will be my 1^st blog entry in connection for my 45 days vacation in the Philippines. I am so excited and had sleepless nights. Tomorrow will be my flight, November 30 at 17:30hrs via Malaysian Airlines. I feel so anxious for I don’t know if my money is enough to celebrate Christmas and New Year with my family.

Anyway, allow me to share some major plans that I should do, visit or accomplish for my vacation:

Gaylife in the capital, Manila: Pride March, Bathhouses, Bars and Dance Clubs
Explore Boracay for the 1^st time
Long land trip and enjoy the scenery of the county side
Home Sweet Home: Quality time with my family, friends and to God
Apply for House and Lot Loan thru Pag-Ibig
Upgrade my SSS Premiums
Eat, Love and Pray

I’m hoping that it will run smoothly,

Bon Voyage!

But before that, a sneak peek on my luggage bag...

Photoshop First Timer!

2010-11-29T08:58:00.000-08:00

One of the reasons why I have erratic sleeping pattern these past few days is because of Photoshop. I just learned it last October when my mother ran for Barangay Kagawad. I was forced to learn the Photo Editing Software by myself because of my eagerness to help my family during campaign.

I spend several hours in the internet searching for helpful links that would teach me where to start. I checked google for links and youtube for videos. At the end, I found myself posting online posters and banners on my Facebook Account with conveying messages to vote my mother, lol! Unfortunately, she placed 12th when it need to be top 7 to win.

I’m about to set aside my prowess in making digital art for it was not convincing. Imagine my mother landed in 12th place on the last election when she was 9th prior to that. I find it too time consuming and the need of making more it not necessary as of the moment.

But not yet, when I learned that my batch mates is cooking for grand reunion this Christmas I immediately showed them my full support. I’m set to be in the Philippines when it happen so I immediately made new one. I post some online posters to help them disseminate the information and the response is quite impressive. Though I find it very plain and simple, very amateur!

I love Photography and Digital Art. This is the reason why I invested for a camera beyond my capacity. Thankful though because I was able to have it in less hassle way. I don’t know where this love of mine will bring me in the future but I’m enjoying it. I’m hoping that I will learn more this technology and share it to the world in most humble way.

election fever!

incoming party!

Vacation Fever! as in LAGNAT....

2010-11-20T16:50:00.000-08:00

I should be happy by now! 10 days more and I’m off for my 45 days vacation to the Philippines in time for Christmas and New Year after 5 long years of not celebrating it with my family. But the pressure is on. I have lots of plans with very less money. I hope that everything will be put into places in God’s help. Anyway, Jesus was born in a manger and I should copy that during my holiday. In between trips, instead of booking a nice room to sleep, a nice bench on a secure location is enough, lol!

To my family and friends who wants my pasalubong instead of my presence, PASENSYA! This is not the time for me to become a Santa Claus. Please bear with me, Global Crisis, Global Warming and Global POBRE!

Peace!

Dayo

2010-09-04T18:57:00.000-07:00

May bagong bisita na dadayo, sila ang nakasama namin nung kami ay nag-WILD WADI. Dahil pareho silang pogi, nagboluntaryo ako na akin ang isang bote. Pero late akong makakarating dahil sa trabaho, ang bilin ko sa nag-organisa ng party.

Pasado ala-una nang silay aking madatnan. Lahat sila ay bangenge na, kaya inom ko sa alak aking binilisan. Dahil wala pang laman ang aking tyan, agad akong tinamaan na humantong sa padalos-padolos kong galaw na tila ba walang pakialam.

Agad akong umorder ng dalawang bote, kahit ang nasa mesa ay di pa nangangalahati. Gusto kong magpa-impress, ipakita ang aking superb hospitality. Malay mo, ang bisita sa kama kami matulog ng magkatabi.

Pero sa di inaasahang pangyayari, si Wendell nawala sa sarili. Dala ng kalasingan, nagsusumigaw, nagiiyak na walang iniintindi. Broken hearted daw sya at gusto na nyang umuwi. Nang ihatid, gusto namang pumirmi, hay naku! Nag-iinarte.

Bad trip, si Rodel nagwalk-out. Ayaw nya sa eksenang taliwas sa rules ng party. Aniya: “Tamang tawanan, kulitan lang sana ang dapat ipakita. Hindi ang madramang eksena na daig pa mga artista.”

Patuloy ang aming pag-inom sa alak na lasang lason. Palibhasa mumurahin pero kami walang ibang option. Tawanan, kulitan na para bang walang katapusan. Kaya ako’y bumagsak sa kama na tila walang pakialam.

Di ko na nalaman ang mga huling kaganapan. Pero balita ng aking kaibigan marami akong tinawatagan. Kaya pala telopono di mahanap kinabukasan, buti na lang tinago ni Amor na isa sa kainuman.

Matinding sakit ng ulo aking naramdamn, paggising ko kinabukasan. Sumumpa sa sarili na dina iinom kailanman. Ewan ko lang kung ito’y mapapangatawan.

Kung ikaw ay OFW kailangang magsaya, upang di umuwi sa Pinas na para bang balisa. Kung ikaw ay magkukulong sa kwarto ng mag-isa, ikaw ay matulala tatanda kang bigla

Malungkot sa abroad pero kailangan labanan, sakripisyo sa sarili’t pamilya dapat taasan. Dahil kung di makayan ang lungkot sa ibang bayan, pano na lang silang umaasa mawawalan ng yaman.

Wild Wadi, my 6th time

2010-08-23T15:43:00.000-07:00

I’ve been to Wild Wadi for 5 times and every time my friends invite me to go back to the place I simply say “no”. But last Saturday was a different story, I did not hesitate to go back to the place because 1. I want to use my new Billabong board shorts; 2. I want to flaunt my sexy body after frequenting the gym for almost 3 months now; and 3. It will be at night so the sun will not kill us.

We reached the place at around 6pm and immediately line-up to the counter and pay. After sometime, we saw our selves yelling and shouting, enjoying the swimming pool and the rides that this water park offered.

(Photo courtesy of Wendell)

I feel so happy walking around the area with my new shorts on although most of the people wearing the same. I taught that my body is good enough but when I saw people in the place, mine is unflattering. I still have to work out more.

The most interesting part is the weather. Wild Wadi is perfect at night. You can enjoy all time without thinking of sunburn, heat stroke, and other related sickness for over sun exposure. We did not notice the time, it runs so fast. In fact, most of my friends wants to stay more although we already enjoyed the place for almost 6 hours.

The group of friends I am with this night out gave me a refreshing feeling as well. They are so cool and funny and everybody treated one another fairly. Plus the very good looking people in the place that adds excitement to the magnificent view of the amazing hotel, Burj Al Arab.

Geraldine, Glaiza, Wendell Charmaine, Arvy, Cherry, and the two hunks from Nozumi, Maraming Salamat! I had a great time.

Till next time!

PS: Chicken Burger in Wild Wadi should come on your dining table first before other. They use fillet instead of patty and used fried potato slices instead of ordinary French Fries.

Sa Matalik Kong Kaibigang si John

2010-08-20T17:22:00.000-07:00

Eto si John, ang matalik kong kaibigan. Sya ang nagtulak sa akin sa mundo ng kabaklaan. Grade 3 (June, 1989) kami noong unang nagtagpo, hanggang ngayon na kahit nagkalayo, puso't isip namin ay nagkakasundo.

Sa kanya ako unang umamin na ako ay bakla, noong di ko na matago at nababahala. "John, bakla ako", ang pag-amin ko sa kanya. "Alam ko matagal na, bruha ka!" ang sagot naman nya. Mula noon, nalaman ko kung pano magsaya, ngumiti na walang halong kaplastikan at humarap sa kanino man. Nalaman man ng tao ang tunay kong pagkatao, pero feeling ko gumanda ako at ang mundo. Salamat John!

Disco, malling, kape, sine, foodtrip, sextrip, at kung ano-ano pa. Ako'y naging masaya sa feeling nya. Di ko alam na kahit kulang kami sa pera, nakakahanap kami ng paraan para magsya. Pero lilinawin ko lang, di kami magsyota. Ewwwww!

2005 ako'y nangibang bayan, Dubai aking pinuntahan upang dito maghanap ng kabuhayan. Naging malungkot man nung una, pero sa tulong nang teknolohiya, kumyonikasyon namin ay di nag-iba.

2007 muli kaming nagkita, maikli lang dahil emergency lang ang eksena. Namatay kasi ang ate na lubos kong kinalungkot pero nandyan sya kasama ng iba pa, kaya madaling nanumbalik ang aking sigla.

Kalagitnaan ng 2008 ako'y natuwa, dahil from Davao lipad sya patungong Manila. May job offer sya papuntang Saudi Arabia, excited ako dahil next level na kaming dalawa. Bagong bayani, pang-international ang beauty.

Dumating ang 2009 at di pa rin nakaalis, tinatanong ko kung bakit, ang dami daw mintis. Patuloy ako sa pagtatanong kung anong klaseng mintis, pero ang dami din naman nyang dahilan kaya malabo na daw ang kanyang paglisan.

May 2009 ang sumunod na uwi sa Pinas, at muli kaming nagkita ng matalik kong kaibigan. Excited dahil kami ay gagala, di sa probinsya na aming kinalakihan pero sa syudad ng Maynila na sobrang yaman, sa kabaklaan at iba pang kamundohan.

Bathouse, bars, dance clubs aming pinasukan. Malate ginawa naming tambyan. Isang gabi, kami ay nagpamasahe (link) at tumuloy sa aming kaibigan na si Phoebe. Tawanan, inuman hanggang magdamagan. Feeling mayaman na dati’y sa panaginip lang.

Di mapapantayan ang saya kapag si John ang nasa tabi. Palagi syang may baon na nakakawili. Gano man kahirap ang kinakaharap, gagaan at liliwanag kapag sya ang nakakausap.

Nang ako’y pabalik sa Dubai na aking pinagtratrabahuan, lungkot na naman ang aking naramdaman. Panay ang tanong sa sarili kung ito ba ang kailangan, ang bansang sinilangan ay di talaga mapantayan. “Maswerte ka!” ang sabi ng kaibigan kong si John. “Marami ang gustong mag-abroad, pero di napagbibigyan.” “Sa muling pagkikita!” ang iyak ko sa kanya. Di na nahiya ang tunay na naramdaman, dahil emosyon ko di na napigilan.

Dumaan ang mga araw at mga buwan, wala ng balita sa kaniyang pangingibang bayan. Ayaw na daw nya dahil di nya kaya, mas gugustuhin daw nya kasama ang pamilya.

Setyembre 2009, apat na buwan mula nung kami nagkita. May sinabi sya sa akin na lubos kong kinabahala. Messages online sa facebook una nyang binalita, agad ko namang tinawagan para ako’y maliwanagan. HIV infected daw sya kaya di sya pumasa, sa trabaho abroad wala ng pag-asa.

Natakot ako sa kanyang sinabi, dahil hindi man lang nya nabanggit noong kami ay magkatabi. Ang mahirap nagkasabay kami, sa mga lugar ng paraosan sa bandang Malate.

Ngayon, ako’y nalilito. Kung kukuha ng test sa Pilipinas bago ako mabuko dito. Pero ano ang magagawa ko kung magpositibo, di ko alam… Dyos ko, tulungan ako.

Sa ngayon, patuloy ang buhay. Kung ano man ang ibibigay ay tanggapin ng buong husay. Ang mahalaga, naging mabuting umaalalay. Sa kabutihan at katahimikan, pilit di sumasablay.

Sa kaibigan kong si John, walang iwanan. Sama-sama tayo at magtutulungan. Ano mang unos ang ating madatnan, kaya natin to sa tulong ng pamilya at sa Dios na lay lalang...

Kita-kita tayo sa FINALS!

1st Photo-shoot Everrrr!

2010-08-19T14:52:00.000-07:00

Ngeek! August 16 pa pala ang huli kong post at ang laswa pa. Para naman ma-update tong blog ko, magpopost na lang ako nang kung anu-ano. Anyway, wala namang nagbabasa dito.

February 2009 bumili (utang actually) ako ng dslr camera dahil na rin sa blog na ito. Naiganyo din siguro ako ni George na kaibigang chuva dahil isang araw, kinuha akong photographer sa mga katrabaho naming babae na binihisan nya ng bonggang-bongga. Kahit point & shoot lang ang gamit, aba! naaliw kami sa resulta.

Fastrack...

After 1 and a half year of having this gadget, noong Friday the 13th, August lang talaga ako nagseryoso. Nang pakiusapan ako ni Eric, ang aming butihing Purchasing Secretary na kunan silang mag-asawa ng retrato para sa nalalapit nilang kasal sa simbahan sa Pilipinas. Mega-excited naman ako dahil first time kong mag photo-shoot session kaya super research sa internet at nood ng video sa youtube ng mga pre-nup pictures para naman di ako mapahiya.

At eto na nga...
At eto pa...Sample photos lang muna dahil sa halos 500 na kuha, 5 lang ang pumasa sa mag-asawa, kaya may susunod na session pa, heheheh!

PS: hindi pa yan in-edit ha... reduce lang!

Scandal

2010-06-16T14:07:00.000-07:00

I am addicted to video scandals over the internet but I never thought of doing it by myself... not until last night. After I get drunk, evil spirit comes to my body. I set up the video option of my Ipod, place it on the top of the fridge and recorded the unthinkable scenes. My Ipod was the sole witness of what happened during the night which was the union of 2 bodies, mine and a former colleague. I watched it over 10 times this day and I did not feel good, in fact I feel tension, uneasiness, and scared. But as of this writing, the clip is still on my music player.

I want to save the clip or download it here but it will make my life more complicated so better not to. Tonight, after this entry I will delete the 1st video scandal I ever made for myself.

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

2010-06-08T08:39:00.000-07:00

Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the prettiest among them all...

The HGRS Staff during Christmas Party 2007. From left to right: Amor - Spa Therapist, Kim - Spa Attendant, JV - Receptionist, George - One Touch Service Operator, A friend - not HGRS Staff, and Jonathan (Straight) - Waiter at the back stage before the Macho Gay Competition.

Fatima - Receptionist Supervisor, Grace - Restaurant Hostess and Chris of Metropolitan Catering during the coronation night of the 1st HGRS Barrio Fiesta. A celebration for the upcoming Philippine Independence Day.

Author's Note: "BONGGA! wait, parang mas maganda pa yata ang mga nasa taas ah, heheheheh!"

Happy Birthday Bobby!

2010-06-08T05:17:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, was my roommate's birthday Bob, aka "ang Mayor ng Tondo." He was known mayor for being so friendly, happy go lucky, trend setter, party maker, and above all lassenggo.

The day started with a surprised birthday wish from his close friends. We put birthday banner, balloons, and cooked food for breakfast before he came home from a night shift duty.

When he finally arrived, we wished him by surprise. He almost cried. And the party is on from morning till late at night.

Colleagues and friends helping each other to make this day special.

Happy Birthday Bobby!

Stop Sending, Start for Self-Fulfilling

2010-06-08T04:49:00.000-07:00

For the past 5 years of working here in Dubai, i see to it that my family is my priority. I send them money monthly more than expected. I send them 70% of my earnings here and that is every month without fail (sometimes more when there is a need). When I was asked by my friends what are my achievements of working for half a decade in abroad, I answered them i send my 2 brothers in college.

Yes, they finished college. But, if you asked me how did they become after? still the same, living in our house. My brother next to me got married, had a child and still stays in our house. He find job though, but it is not enough. Our youngest whom i send in school as well lives in our house, jobless. In short, I failed for investing on their education.

I don't have regrets on sending my 2 brothers in school but maybe, if I decided to keep that money with me, perhaps I have already paid the 4 years installments of my ultimate dream, HOUSE & LOT.

My mother asked me again to help my niece to college and again I said yes. I'm too good not to say yes to my one and only lady of my life, my Mom.

The next kin that I am supposed to send school is my niece, my eldest sister's 2nd daughter. My sister died last February 2007 of heart ailment. I promised her, before she died that I would help her in sending her siblings to school. But this time, it will be different story.

June 1, I send money for my mother for enrollment of my niece and a week after, i found out that the classes already started and still she was not enrolled yet. I feel like i was slap at my face. It seems that I am the one pushing her to go to school. I am the one who keeps on asking updates and yet, I found out that she is not enrolled yet. Bullshit!

Enough is enough! Today, on my mother's birthday I finally decided that I will never send money anymore to them. Im sick and tired of their reasons every time i asked them on the money that i send for purpose and did not materialize. It's over! 5 years of continous support is good and enough.

Its about time to shine, to love myself, and to fulfill my personal needs.

PS: Siguro naman di ako nagkulang, at di rin ako naging masamang anak...

Vesak Festival of Sri Lanka

2010-05-26T14:56:00.001-07:00

One of the things that I like most of working here in Dubai is the chance of working with different nationalities aound the world. In our hotel alone, our staff consists of 24 different nationalities aside from the guests which vary from time to time, coming mostly from Mmiddle East, Asia, Europe, and America.

Last night, I was delighted by the group of Sri Lankans making thier lantern in celebration of their festival, please see below brief description. Although I saw the structure some days back, last night was the time it was fully complete. Their cooperation show other people in the accommodation how sincerity and how teamwork wins. There were more than 10 who helped each other.

To all my Sri Lankans colleague headed by Mr. Sarath (Time Keeper) and Mr. Baba (Banquet Asst. Manager), Congratulations for a job well done. Im hoping that the spirit you showed your group to others will inspire them to do the same.

Vesak is the main Buddhist religious festival in Sri Lanka. During this time, people celebrate the triple anniversary of Lord Buddha - his birth, his attaining of Enlightenment and his passing away into Nirvana.

I have a new laptop!

2010-05-25T15:31:00.000-07:00

The time i knew that my laptop repair would cost me much, i immediately decided to buy new one even if its "utang", through credit card which i hated most. I really dont buy on idea of borrowing or using services when you dont have the money yet to buy. Aside from the fact that I am still paying the Emirates Airline ticket that i booked for my coming vacation this December. But, without internet isn't easy. I feel disoriented and paranoid. I feel that there is lacking in my life which I can't survive if it continues for a week that is why, within 3 days I have my new one.

Packard Bell NJ65 is my new laptop, swiped at Sharaf Center in IBN Batuta Mall last May 20, 2010 for Dhs. 2,099. Although it is much cheaper than my older one, but as long as it can provides the basics, never mind. I promised myself that I will take good care of it and hoping that it will reach up to 3 years as what my older laptop served me. And mostly, I will try my best not to share it with anybody. I will consider this as my personal and no one should touch it not unless due to reasonable circumstances.

My life goes back to normal. I enjoyed internet to the fullest. Within a week of using it, i get an ample information and entertainment that I need aside of the cheapest way of communication to my family and friends.

EMails, networking sites, videos, etc. Those were the things that i love on the internet. This technoly satisfy me.

Wala lang!

May 20 - A Memorable Day!

2010-05-20T15:33:00.000-07:00

I wake up at 8am and went straight to cafeteria for breakfast. I normally skip breakfast but this time I made the effort since I need to take my medicine for toothache. Today is my scheduled tooth extraction so i need to be ready. After breakfast, i took my medicine and prepare my stuff for the day's activities. I place my laptop on the bag for i have plans to bring it to service center for repair.

10am i took our staff bus going to the nearest train station to karama, where my dental clinic is located. at 11:30 i met my dentist as scheduled and started the operation right after.

Ouchhhhh! that was my most painful tooth extraction experience. the doctor took almost 10 minutes pulling my damage tooth with the help of his assistant. he removed 2 teeth. i was operated on my head with 9 stitches when i was hit by a passenger jeep and operation for appendicitis (10 years ago) but the tooth extraction that happen today was the most painful. It was terrible.

After my super painful experience with my dentist, i went out from the clinic with my whole mouth aching, even the aneasthesia is still in effect. The process which took place on the dental chair and the pain i experienced keeps on playing on my head. I realign my thinking by texting friends and reading some notes from my bag but still, it was there.

I took a public bus and went to bur dubai to look for computer service center. When i found one, I handed over my laptop for repair. The technician told me to buy new one than to spend money for repair. He was very helpful and immediately we bid farewell. I was set to buy new laptop.

Later in the evening, i went to IBN Batuta Mall to buy a new laptop and walaahhh! im typing this entry to my new one (packard bell). I hope this will last for 3 years as what my acer laptop gave me.

May 20 is a memorable day!

Club Car

2010-05-05T13:49:00.000-07:00

Dahil walang guests sa lobby naisipan kong umikot na lang sa resort area gamit ang club car. Ito ang ginagawa ko kapag gusto kong magpalipas ng oras o di kaya’y mag-isip ng kung ano-ano.

Nang akoy pabalik na sa lobby ay nakita ko ang isang Nanay akay-akay ang kanyang dalawang anak. Niyaya ko silang sumakay pero nahiya yata, pinapatulog daw nya ang kanyang bunso na noo’y nakaupo sa trolly. Pero ang panganay nyang anak na lalaki ay di nahiyang nagpaalam sa Nanay at umupo sa aking tabi. Pagkatapos naming umikot ay biglang nasabi ng bata na sa tingin ko ay nasa 8 years old pa, “Thank You!”

Lubos akong nasiyahan sa sinabi ng bata. Randam ko ang taos puso nyang pasasalamat na mahirap mo nang mahanap sa mga may edad na. Di man kami lubosang nag-kaintindihan dahil sya ay Russian, alam kong napasaya ko sya at ganun din naman sya sa akin.

Ang mga ganitong bagay, bagamat simple ang syang tunay na nagpapaligaya sa akin. Sinulat ko to ngayon, dahil gusto kong ipaalala na maraming dapat ipasalamat at dapat ikatuwa. Di ko man gaanong nagugustuhan ang takbo ng aking buhay ngayon dahil siguro napuno ako ng inggit sa iba, nasa akin pa rin kong pano ako liligaya. Dapat makuntento at huwag masyadong bumilib sa sarili...

Happy Birthday Nina!

2010-04-08T13:44:00.000-07:00

I was invited to a black birthday party of our company nurse, Nina. She is very sweet and friendly. She invited almost all Filipinos to attend. The highlight was showing her pictures with family and relatives from overhead projector that the accommodation staff had set up for the event. It was fun watching the pictures taken from her very early years up to the present.

I was with 2 wacky gays Benjie and Rodel during the party. I don't care of what other people might think who were present, as long as I behave well and very happy. They might think that I changed a lot but who cares...

be proud, be loud, be gay!

May IPod na Ako!

2010-04-08T13:37:00.000-07:00

Matagal ko nang gusto to

Kaya ko mang bilhin pero maraming bagay ang mas priority ko

Kung sa bagay, mas gugustuhin ko pang magbasa ng libro

Kaysa mabingi sa kakapakinig dito.

Pero noong Lunes, OFF ko

Napadaan sa tindahan kung saan binibenta ito

Tingin lang sana ang plano, pero ang galing ng saleslady dito

Kaya tuloy paglabas ko, bitbit ko na si Ipod Nano ko.

“Ooopsss! I swipe it again!” ang sigaw sa facebook ko

“Temptation wins” naman ang sagot ng kaibigan kong loko

Di ko na tuloy kung tama ba ang nagawa ko

Pero ang alam ko, nasiyahan ako.

Dagdag man ito sa utang na binabayaran

Bahala na si Batman ang panlaban

Basta ako mag-ienjoy, sa bago kong Ipod Nano...

Tears in my eyes...

2010-02-12T11:15:00.000-08:00

I woke up this morning with tears in my eyes. I dreamed of my mother expressing how she loves me through words written on a sheet of paper. Although it was just a short dream but it was so clear that made me cry. When I woke up, I remember that February 13, next day will be my sister’s 3^rd year death anniversary and cried more.

We have a gap with my family right now. 3 weeks ago, I texted my family that March will be my last financial support to them which I think threaten them. I told them that I am planning to go home soon and needs enough funds for me to start back home. For the last few months or when the crisis hits Dubai, my income is getting worse compared to what I had on my first two years. Before, I can support them at least on what they request but this time, I felt anxious. I feel insecure on my financial status, career or even self-actualization. For the last 5 years of working on this company, I am still on the same position. No promotion, no increments. There are lots of questions bothering me lately that lead me to depression. Envy, jealousy or greed might be the word to say but wither it is less or more it still exists on my body.

I don’t know where to start but one thing for sure, I am not ready to go back home yet. I have a better life here in Dubai compare to what is waiting for me in Davao. There might be misconception on how I see life lately but I don’t have a choice except to accept and embrace it, face the challenges and be strong.

The following might help me:

Pray
I will love my self first and stop pushing to the limits if it’s not possible. Enjoy and Relax, spend, indulge.
Be contended and work on what you have: ask less act more
Don’t fight with my friends here in Dubai
Try to detach a little bit or put a gap to my family. Anyway, my family is always my home base.
Envy, greed and jealousy. Channel it in the right way. How? Think this: their experience might be worse than what you have
Focus on plans
Etc, etc…

“Bahala na si Batman!” I am not use with this phrase but what I can do.

Stress Relieved

2010-02-10T13:12:00.000-08:00

Because I was not invited on my friend’s (AMOR) birthday party, I contented myself browsing the photos I took during my vacation in the Philippines last April – May, 2009.

Look what I’ve got! My close friend, in jeans...

From Brusko Gwapito young man to….

Katrina Halili wanna be! bwahahahahahaha!

So girls, be careful of whom you kiss for.

I miss this guy terribly. Thanks bro! Hanggang sa muling pagkikita.

Stress relieved.

Uninvited

2010-02-09T14:11:00.000-08:00

I was bothered of the noise from the room in front of my window (Amor’s place – Spa Therapist). They were shouting for joy and singing happy birthday to which I don’t know who is the celebrant. I try to busy myself doing personal stuff but my mind keep on asking why I was not invited. Going to parties here without invitation is a common, but I seldom do that or if not at all times. I was also tempted to peek from my window on what is going on and felt bad that most of my close colleagues and friends were at the party.

I contended myself the privilege to be alone. I browse the internet and watch video clips: Pinoy Big Brother, TV Patrol, and some music video from youtube were just a few I watched. I updated my personal bulletin board on the wall and vacuum the floors. Lastly, writing this blog entry.

People from the party might be happy if I join them. But, I decided to stay in my room for my personal belief and principle that you have to sacrifice for a greater pleasure. I might miss the party this evening but who knows, I might not enjoy if I push myself. Or, there might be a big celebration to come that those who did not invite me will cry of envy, (BITTER Ocampo) lol!

Bed Bar – My Virgin Access

2010-02-05T12:48:00.000-08:00

I was 20 when I first read article about Bed Bar, the most famous gay-oriented bar in the Philippines. From that time my curiosity in the place increased and promised myself that I will go no matter what it takes. I will fly from Davao City to Manila to experience gay life in the Big City.

Friday – April 3, 2009 all curiosity that I had 9 years ago about Bed Bar was answered. It was a night full of laughter, dancing, drinking and of fun during my vacation in the Philippines from working here in Dubai.

When we were at the Entrance with my cousin Charlie, I already have idea what will happen. I hesitantly asked the lady on the ticket booth of what is inside and she asked me if I’m straight. I only answered her smile and she immediately teased me “uyyyyy! Si Sir pa-effect!” which means she did not instantly recognise me as gay.

We entered the place quite early and found out that there were less people inside, so we decided to sit on the nearby bar. After a round of beer we decided to get inside and were surprised how the place attracted club goers to its maximum capacity.

This is it, the party of a lifetime. I saw different gay people on their best look drinking and dancing with gorgeous hunk men half naked dancing on the top of the ledge. I was so happy and enjoying every minute. When suddenly, Charlie grabbed me to the side and wants me to meet a common friend. It was Joseph, a gay guy from Lebanon whom we’ve met and fucked with in Dubai. He loves Pinoys so much. I was overwhelmed to see him in the place and want to show how warm Filipinos are but he asked me if I am drunk. I think I scared him instead of showing my hospitality.

Then I met Doc Tony who used to take photos in the place and gave the password to access his gallery online. I also met Mugen, a blogger whom I followed for some time. He was one of the personalities I am planning to meet during my vacation and it happened unexpectedly. I was also invited by a group of 3 to go with them after the night but was so scared to dive in because I don’t know the city very well. Public Display of Affection was also very open and rampant, I saw couples holding their hands together and kissing without care to others.

The staff and waiters are very friendly as well and very sensitive on the guests’ needs. No wonder why this bar, despite the crisis still pass the border line. Still the most visited gay dance club in the Philippines.

The night ended with coffee on the street in front of Silya. It was very memorable. My curiosity in the place was not only answered but I met people who can understand each other. I feel like a cell phone fully charged by the good vibes I get from the place.

The following day, Saturday, we went back (hehehe!) and still have fun.

Now, memories are still on and going back to Bed Bar is still on my list to visit when I will have my vacation this December. My virgin pass was a great pleasure that needs to be revisited if not regularly.

Ciao!

Dolphin Show & Chinese Circus

2010-02-03T13:43:00.000-08:00

We were lucky to be invited for the opening day of the Chinese Circus and Dolphin Spectacular Show at Dubai Creek Park’s Dolphinarium. The show cost Dhs. 120 (Php 1,500) per person but thanks to yours truly that we get it for free by communicating to their sales manager. The hotel also provided us with transportation so it was a hassle and expense free trip.

I was with Geraldine (Business Center Secretary) Leya, Rubi, Wendy (Guest Relations Officer) Aileen (OTS) Supervisor, Amor (Spa Therapist).

The show was great although most of the time were Chinese Circus performers were on stage. But I was amazed when the dolphins had their time. Dancing, flipping on the air, were just few of their tricks. The seals were equally outstanding as well. I keep on asking myself how long they spent to teach these creatures.

We departed the place with empty stomach so we decided to eat. It was the best McDonalds’ food I ever tasted for years. I finished 2 cheese burgers, large fries, and large coke in less than 20 minutes. GUTOM!
We had fun.

EOTM Partaayyyy!

2010-02-02T14:56:00.000-08:00

As promised I will be posting some snapshots from the party celebrating yours truly and some close friends after I received the award as employee of the month (EOTM). Before anything else, I would like to thank Gilbert and Bregis, my 5* chefs for giving their time.
The party started at 8pm and blasted at around 10pm when most of the afternoon shift came. It was just a simple dinner (3 dishes) but loads of Indian whisky bottles. Automatically, BANGENGE!
I’m a party addict to the point I do gate crash, but making one is so exhausting. Preparation, expenses, and the after party realization: cleaning, washing, and hang-over.

Nevertheless, no regret. Share your blessing. My apology to those whom I want to be with but the invitation was not up for them due to circumstances.
To all who came to celebrate with me, Thank You!

And the Winner is...

2010-01-28T13:37:00.000-08:00

Akalain mo ba namang napansin din ako (after long time), EMPLOYEE of the MONTH: January 2010. Thank you (teary eyes)!

I been working in the company for almost 5 years and yet this is the only time they see my effort. I received citations and was nominated for the same aside from the wonderful and inspiring comments from guests, but this time: its official, a certification and a cash prize. Unfortunately, I was not able to attend the General Meeting and pose to cameras while receiving my award (char!) because it was a fucking busy day at the lobby. I was just shocked when our Head of Department and colleagues congratulated me after the meeting.

Nevertheless, I am so happy. I was not expecting and don’t even know that I am nominated. Anyway, I am hoping that this award will drive me to do more, to be at my best at all times.

Salamat sa mga nagtiwala. Honestly, I waited for this. I might be too much humble or less assertive person especially on my contribution to the team, but this is what I believe in: “Wag magbuhat ng sariling bangko”.

Next post, celebration. The parrttaaayyyyyy!!!

Thank You Manila Gay Guy!

2010-01-22T03:47:00.000-08:00

Thank you Migs for your wonderful blog, it keeps on reminding me to accept and love yourself first before you can spread it out to others.

Thank you Migs for MGGFF that makes me find friends the easiest way. Friends that will listen, understand, and will keep you up all the time.

Thank you Migs for MGGFF that I find friends even I’m here in Dubai. Yann, Ares, Jason, Tsin and all those I constantly chat with online.

Thank you Migs for I met Ms.G, a very wonderful person that on behalf of her achievements and status in life, she was so accommodating and warmth on the 2 meetings that we had here in Dubai.

Thank you Migs!

I met Ms. G, at last!

2010-01-15T12:38:00.000-08:00

One of the good things that happened to me last year was when I became a member (since September 2009) of MGGFF or Manila Gay Guy Friends Forever, a networking site made by the author of Manila Gay Guy blog exclusive for his readers. The site is like my extended family on line. It provides me a place where you can meet other people, express your thoughts and inspire you to live life. What more interesting is that everybody has a common denominator, which is being gay.

Our first meeting with members of MGGFF UAE was last October. Ares, Yann, Tsin, Thor and myself were just so delighted of what happened that is why we decided to do it again last November and the experience was equally memorable.

Today, we met again and with a new member of MGGFF coming from Bangkok, Thailand - Ms. G. She was so adorable and full of life. She can make you laugh in the middle of storm of perhaps when your boat is sinking. She has all the stories to tell to make your day enjoyable behind the pressure of work, family and people around you.

The meeting was very good. I might be the weakest link of the group (less stories to tell and I feel so awkward of my TAGLISH) but they made me feel comfortable.

KUDOS to Ms. G and Yann who is so generous to pay the bill!

Self Indulgence

2010-01-09T12:15:00.000-08:00

After having no day off for 2 successive weeks because of the holiday season, at last I had it today. I washed clothes, clean my room and off to the nearest mall from our accommodation, IBN Batuta Mall.

I took my lunch at the mall then a cup of coffee with a book while waiting for the screening time of my most anticipated movie, AVATAR. "This is life!" I told myself as I entered the movie house with a large size soda and loads of pop corn.

I almost raise my hand to touch the characters when the first scene appeared on the screen. It was my first time to watch a movie in 3D and I was amazed on how it goes right in front my eyes. The movie was so good and it was one of the best.

I went out from the mall so inspired and energized. I did not wait for our staff bus and decided to take the bus and continue reading my book.

Life is beautiful!

Im in the Crisis

2009-12-08T13:19:00.000-08:00

I might be in the greatest crisis so far in my life. This May will be my 5th year in Dubai and I don’t get any sense from it.

I am still a bellboy. No salary increase, no promotion, tips are getting lower and lower each day. I get jealous of all my batch mates who are now doing well. My pride is killing me.

My family still dependent on my support and I don’t see any help from them in return. My brother whom I send for 4 years in college gets married and had a baby girl. What more disappointing is he and his wife are staying in my Mom’s house.

The material things that I bought intended for my family were pawned, other were send to my older brother’s house in exchange of an amount of money (lesser the value at far) which was used for the hospitalization of my nephew. My mother doesn’t even bother to tell me.

My youngest brother whom I send in school for 2 years now is asking money as if I get it very easily. His need is endless. He email me for his project deadlines and financial requirements, he don’t even give me updates of how his study is going on.

My social life is so low. It’s my choice because I don’t want to spend. I don’t go out with friends because automatically, expense will follow. And my family especially my mom is thinking that I always go out for party.

I’m in the crossroad now. Staying in Dubai might be the best option as of now but staying in the company where I am currently employed is not. I have to do something. I have to move on, I should grow.

God help me….

Welcome Me Back!

2009-12-04T23:42:00.001-08:00

Oh! It’s been a while.

I was absent on my page for ages but it doesn’t mean though that my fingers are not working anymore, they were just busy on something else. You know! A man thing, hehehe!

Anyway, just to give you updates on the latest that made me smile this weekend. 1st, I had a high-tea at Burj Al Arab last Thursday with my boss and a movie marathon with my friends the following day. We watched Ice Age 3, National Geographic’s Bermuda Triangle, The Hitcher, Beowulf, Bridge to Terabithia, and Confession of a Shopaholic.

High Tea in Burj Al Arab will cost you Dhs 370 or Php 4,500. I was just so privilege that I had this opportunity for free although some guests on the place where not so happy when we arrived. They stare at us like tigers hooking their prey. Hmmm…. Don’t care at all! I don’t even bother to look at them in response. They are just arrogant, insecure, sad people on this world that regardless of their wealth, smiling to them is a task that is why they look like monsters. You can’t smile on monsters right?

The movie marathon was free as well. My friend Paul lends me his collection of movies that were downloaded from the internet, heheheh! Of course, cans of soda and some packets of chips will not make you poor so indulge with it while watching.

Well, my mobile phone alarmed! Its time for me to work now.

My BFF is HIV Positive!

2009-09-25T01:12:00.000-07:00

In my desire to make my vacation a big blast which was set last April and May, I planned it out 5 months earlier. I visited google search frequently looking for informations that I can start with. My objective is to explore my gayness in the capital.

Thorough this I encountered a blog entry when I hit Malate, gay capital in the Philippines on the search bar. The author gave me detailed informations on what to expect in the place. His blog page also gave me links on other gay related sites that were very helpful. Fascinated by the way he writes, I read all his entries on his archives and found out that he is HIV positive. Blessings in disguise, it gave me interest to broaden my knowledge on the disease and cautioned me when my vacation will come.

Last April and May, the time came. I explored Manila. We went to Bathhouses, Dance Clubs, Movie Houses, Coffee Shops or even public parks and university premises that are known for finding hook-ups. I have less guilt to be infected if I just consider my sexual encounters during that period but still, I did not get my self tested.

Last September 25, my very good friend, Bobby whom I spend my happy moments in Manila during my vacation talked to me online. He informed me that our classmate in high school, Earl (gay) died with AIDS. I was shocked; I spend time with him on my vacation. I can’t imagine that I will know someone personally that will be infected by the disease. Bobby made a follow-up question: “Ikaw ba kapag nalaman mong HIV positive ako, di ka magbabago?” Equipped with the info I read from bloggers who are HIV Positive, I gave him words that might comforted him. And the big revelation came, my very good friend for almost 2 decades is positive with HIV. I immediately called him and felt the pain in his heart. His last words on the phone were: “Sana nandito ka!” and I answered him, “Bobby, you are my best friend forever!” and the line disconnected.

Fahrenheit – My 1st Bathhouse Experience

2009-08-31T02:44:00.001-07:00

April 1, 2009 - first day of my 2 month vacation in the Philippines. After 5 hours of my landing in NAIA, my cousin Charlie asks me to prepare for a night-out of a lifetime. Although I’m still in the middle of a jet lag, my excitement to feel the air of the home country after 2 years fuelled me to a highest power.

We took taxi from the house and LRT. OMG! That was my first time to ride a train. The feeling was overwhelming and people rushing through it were rewarding to look at. My heart was full of joy that I almost cry. At last, I’m home.

After 5-6 stations from North Edsa, we stepped out from the train, a jeep ride and a 5 minutes walk. We enter a red gate and security approached and greets us. We headed to their reception and we were welcome by their staff on a black sando and short. I feel like we will be entering a gay bar with ago go boys dancing. After registration (Charlie is already a member) and payments, we were ask to deposit our valuables and went in. Fahrenheit Café and Fitness Center, wow! It sounds that we will be entering a gym or will have a massage but I am wandering, at 11pm?

Empty dance floor and 2 guys sitting on the bar was the first scene. Charlie led me to a TV room with M2M porno playing on the screen. He asks me to take a sit and rest but I was so excited to roam around. We went down through stairs and were greeted by another staff. He asked the key that the reception gave us and led us to our respective locker room. I was very eager but cautious, excited and yet conscious. I observed keenly what others are doing. People around the place stare at me like their prey. I took off my shirt and pants and wrap around the small towel on my waist with my underwear on but Charlie instructed me to take off everything. Hmmm… the towel doesn’t even cover everything but I know the party will about to begin.

First 20 minutes inside the bathhouse I spend it at the gym. There, I saw gay guys sweating while lifting weights. The muscles on their biceps are less big than the muscles I found on their lower body covered by the small towel (you know!). I am wondering how big their manhood will take if it’s on, or they just doing a trick to catch someone. A guy full of sweat crosses behind me and let his body touch my back that pisses me off. I was not on my sex mode yet, even if Brad Pitt will do the same will not turn you on. I want to wipe my back with my towel but I will be naked in front of everybody if I do so. I rushed to the nearest shower and had my back washed. I went back to the gym and started to do my routine without any sexual intentions to others. Stretching, lifting weights and some cardio exercise that my sweat came out all over. I realized why the guy earlier let his body touch my back. You feel hot if your sweat is coming out while others are staring especially when you are almost naked. When you conclude that those stares are your signal for a prospect, you will let your body touch with them. There were 3 different invitations to me to go up in the dark room for sex but was so tired from a long flight. I just want to know the place and above all, soul searching. I want to talk to PLU on their experiences. I step out from the area and had a quick shower. Charlie saw me and drags me for a drink.

In less than 30 minutes I find myself holding the 4th bottle of San Mig Light. I was full of inhibitions inside the bathhouse and I want to lessen it by drinking beer. From there I met different PLU. Miguel who is on his early 40’s, a lawyer and a father of 2. He used to visit bathhouse every time he has appointment in the city. For him, being a father never lessens his being gay but of course he has to be discreet for his family. Having children of his own give him a sense of direction. I met Lito, single and on his late 30's. He works as an administrative officer in Canada and like me; he is in the Philippines for vacation. According to him, you have to be very fit in order to enjoy bathhouse in Canada. He was a little bit chubby so every time he visit bath house in Canada, he feels discriminated as he said. I also came to talk to the bartender, the only straight person present on the bar I assumed. He is one of the pioneering staff of Fahrenheit. He is also on his late 30's and a father of 2 too. At first he find it awkward to work surrounded with gay people but as the years goes by he enjoys it that made him stay in the establishment for 5 years (as what I recall). Ken a 24 year-old call center agent. He look like a celebrity physically, his face and his body was very enticing to the point I open the conversation with him how much he charge for a sex not thinking that I was in a gays haven. But his reply turns me off. When he opens his mouth for a word, the pitch was so high like a diva. Tag-lish conversation from him also feels me inconvenient, full of pretension.

From bar, I decided to roam around the place. There I found bodies lean towards other: couple, trio or even orgy up to 5 members. I don’t feel to join them because I have mix emotions. I am scared that I might be infected with STD and tired of 14 hours flight from Dubai-Singapore-Manila. I went to Jacuzzi for a quick plunge and headed to the cubicle in dark room and fall asleep.

When i woke up i went down to the bar, Lito from Canada approached me and said: “Hoy! Saan ka galing? Alam mo bang tatlong beses ka nang pinatawag (over paging system). Julius pala pangalan mo at hindi Ryan” and he smiled. I look at the wall and find out that it was already 2:30am. Charlie came from my back on his clothes and asks: “Nakarami ka ba? ang tagal mo ah!” I apologized and went to the changing room. I want to tell him that nothing happened sexually on my first visit in bathhouse.

We left the place full of happiness. The area was full of energy and very fulfilling that you will enter an establishment where you belong... no matter if you are KAPUSO or KAPAMILYA. The important thing is self-acceptance by merely entering the palce and get connected…

My Sancturio Experience

2009-08-28T22:10:00.001-07:00

It was on my 7th day in Manila during my vacation in the Philippines last April 2009. My friends, Migs and John decided to have a walk in Malate after a lunch date in Robinson’s Ermita. At first, I was hesitant of the idea because I don’t have money. We checked all the ATM machines available in the place but not able to withdraw cash for an unknown reason.

We ended up to an establishment with a garden in the middle of busy streets and tall buildings; it was along Bacobo St. in Malate. Migs and John pulled me inside although I don’t like the idea of inquiring a product or service without buying power, money. Migs reasoned out that we will just ask for the rates and we will come back next time. It was a spa (for gay) named, Sanctuario.

John is so good on pretension. He managed to talk to the receptionist with grace that the lady extended her extra effort to please us. I busy myself looking on the pictures, certificates and awards that the establishment received over the years to lessen the guilt while Migs is checking the pricelist. The lady on the desk was so kind that I can’t help except to pull out my debit card and ask her if they accept it just to compensate her effort. The lady checks the card and when she saw the logo of VISA, she immediately asks for an ID. I showed one and she asked us what services we like. I immediately answered her the cheapest. Wow! Php 900++ per person. Were 3 so she swiped the amount of Php 2,700++ against my debit card, ouch!

We entered the establishment with my mind thinking of the amount I paid. It was too much. I want to maximize the services/products that this spa can offer because I sweat blood to earn the money in Dubai. We took shower while John informed me of the things and activities inside. Saunas (Wet & Dry), Jacuzzi, Bubble Bath, and Swimming Pool were the interest of the place. But the most enticing are those men who were present at that moment. Young, gorgeous and they look rich maybe because my mind was pre-emptied on the amount I paid, hehehe! And there were ladies too.

We used almost all the facilities inside with only small towel in our body. After sometime, John approached me and wants me to be with him upstairs which is private place. He said that the owner wants to meet us. I know that it would be sex but since it was my first time in the place and it is in Manila, far away from my hometown, Davao I declined. I was scared that that the final scene in a gay themed movie starred by Joseph Bitangcol and Polo Ravales “Walang Kawala” will happen to us. But a gwapo and mestizo-chinito on his mid 20’s approached and informed us that it will be fun and safe. I come to know that he was also part of the group upstairs that I reconsider my thought of declining. We left Migs at the area because he was very busy finding hook-ups and the invitation was not up for him.

My plan was to only see the place because it was very intriguing. Anyway, I can find sex everywhere without compromising my security. It was like a pad on the top of a tree. We climb the very stiff and narrow spiral stairs to go up until we reach the doorstep. When the door opens, I saw 2 guys inside almost naked. I went back to my way but the mestizo-gwapo hold me back and assured me it will be fine. We were 5 gay guys inside the private room of Sanctuario located on the 2nd Floor of the place.

When we entered the room, the show began without any signal or something. The action started so quickly that I saw my manhood inside the mouth of mestizo-chinito without asking my permission while my friend John was on the group of 3 bodies turned into one right in front of my very own eyes. Mestizo-Chinito asked me to lie on the bed which I followed that gave me a more relaxing view of the orgy while he was sucking me. Moments later, the oldest of the group came over to us while sniffing a black-colour small vial from time to time which I only saw in porno videos. He motioned his back towards mine but I pushed him slightly and asked for condom. Mestizo-Chinito moved beside John and continues caressing each other while the 3rd man lies beside me. The owner checked his drawer to find condom but only one was available. He wears it on the man beside me because his is bigger. Good thing is the 3rd man was licking my tits nicely while the older guy was on the top of him. Sucking, fucking, and too much of moaning filled up the room until we finally reach our orgasm. We cleaned up and the oldest of the group invited us for dinner on their organic restaurant.

When the sumptuous seafood dinner was served, I found out that the older gay guy on the group was one of the owners. He was very generous, down to earth and entertaining. He showed us his beautiful talking bird doing tricks right after the food. He informed us of his other branch and gave us his business card. Were lucky he said… We had a nice time.

After the dinner, we went to their massage room and get the services. The masseurs were sexy but the massage was not. Maybe if you will show money, they will do what you are expecting from them. But I don’t like the idea of paying for sex even maybe I will become a millionaire. Anyways, the experience on the owners pad is worth the price by far.

I went out from the establishment because I was too exhausted of what happened. Migs and John decided to stay for a final call inside. It was late, I saw the masseurs going out from the place. They were hot and they look like that they have more money than me. Good skin, good clothes and even own a good bike. I walked the streets of Malate and bought chocolate milk in one of the convenience store nearby when my phone rang. It was john telling:

“Saan ka na? Putang ina mo, bumalik ka dito mahohold-up ka dyan!”

And I went back on my way.

Bakit Ako Galit!

2009-07-30T09:07:00.000-07:00

My friend Robert visited me today on my room. I was struck by his news that the emcees for this year’s Staff Annual Party are Evans (Kenyan), Lea and Joy. Robert is part of the working committee. I was so affected of the information that my thinking keeps on asking to the point it bothers me for hours. My thought is questioning why I was not considered wherein I was one of the emcee last year with Lea. The head of the Working Committee, Ms. Theresa don’t even bother to ask me if I am willing to participate as what I showed of last year’s event.

Bakit ako Galit?! Why I am so insecure especially when these time (events, parties, gatherings) comes. I am event organizing addict. I am very supportive and willing to give all and yet it gives me heartache if I feel neglected. I am very sociable and yet I don’t have a core group that I can hang-out with when there are fallbacks or when the expectations did not meet. I love to be in the center stage and yet so scared of what other people might tell during the occasions. I get stressed instead of having fun!

Hahahaizzz! Am I a geek?

Maybe yes, when my mind tells me so. Mind is so powerful that even you don’t want to think about it, it keeps on rolling to your head especially when it matters to you most. I hope for this coming Staff Annual Party, I have the guts to enjoy and present my self well. Good Luck to me!

Blow job is sexy but hard hit blow is heavenly….

2009-07-10T22:35:00.000-07:00

Yes, I am gay. Feminine, scared, attracted to same sex …weak. But there things you can do out from your anger, things you can do because you know that your right even it is least expected from you.

It was early in the morning. I just came from my breakfast and happily walk in on my workplace to start my shift when my Indian colleague shouted at me on the things to do in front of others. I was surprised but I let it pass because I don’t know what he’s talking about. He’s acting like my supervisor where in fact he’s in the same position of mine.

After sometime I told him not to do it anymore but he responded the same way, feeling like a boss. “That’s it, enough for him!” I dragged him in our luggage room and pointed out to him that he is not my supervisor pressing hard my point finger on his head. I pull his collar and try to intimidate him to fight with me. He was shocked, he shouted for help and my supervisor (Filipino) and other colleague came. They pull me back and ask the Indian to leave the room. I was so pissed off. I might be one the kindest person in the team but I can be a monster if somebody pushes me to the limit. I tried to calm down but I saw clearly objects like rope, knife, steel rod, and scissors, objects that if he is still in front of me I can use those to kill him. It took me about 10 minutes to calm down.

When I came out to start my duty, I saw him again. Telling to everybody what had happened. I approached and told him to stop it, but before he can say a word I punch him on his stomach. He knelled on the floor pressing his body, feeling the pain. I was disbelief of what had happened. I walked out confuse, nervous and scared. I was thinking of the consequences.

Later in the afternoon, my manager called the parties involved. I am ready for the consequences that this will be my last day of work. The Indian colleague aired his side (over fabricated) and my manager asked me if it’s true. I don’t want to defend myself from an Indian manager; I was thinking that this issue will be brought to HR Department for fair judgement so I answered him yes to make the meeting short. Luckily, it doesn’t need a sentence from my side to defend myself. The manager knows me well. He patched up things and asked both of us to shake hands and we did. He doesn’t want to make this thing big.

The team might have an impression that I am gay (yes! I am) because we’ve been working together for almost 4 years now, and I have ways very different from them. But what had transpired gave them new idea of who really I am.

This experience gave me enlightenment. I’m glad that from the meeting with our manager, it did not require me a lot to defend myself and the decision was in favour on my side. It’s good to know that I re-establish self-respect and the respect I wanted from others.

Blow job is sexy but hard hit blow is heavenly….

Unang Araw

2009-06-18T08:25:00.000-07:00

April 1, 2009. Matapos i-anunsyo ng piloto ng Singapore Airlines(Dubai-Singapore-Manila) na nakalapag na kami sa Pinas ay malaking pasasalamat ang aking nararamdamam. Salamat, na sa dalawang taon kong paghihintay sa Dubai ay dadating na naman ang panahon na kung saan muli kong makakapiling ang lahat ng mga pinakaimportante sa aking buhay: pamilya, kaibigan, at ang Pilipinas na walang katulad at nag-iisa. Dali-dali kong kinuha ang aking lagahe at dumiretso sa immigration. Pagkatpos masunod ang lahat ng proseso ay agad akong lumabas sa NAIA at doon nakita ko ang aking pinsan na si Charlie na lumipad pa galing Davao para ako ay sunduin at samahan sa mga gimmick sa Manila.

Si Charlie ang tumulong sa aking makakuha ng trabaho sa Dubai. Napadali ang proseso dahil may katungkulan sya sa HR Department ng hotel na pinapasukan ko ngayon. Pero pagkatapos ng halos limang buwan na aming pagsasama sa iisang hotel ay bumalik sya ng Pinas para mag-aral ng nursing.

Nag-lakad kami ng kaunti galing sa waiting area ng NAIA at pumara ng Taxi. Nang kami ay maupo, agad sinabi ng driver na 80 US$ (Php 3,800.) ang aming babayaran pagkatapos nyang malaman ang aming distinasyon, Barangay Karuhatan, Valenzuela na ang dapat pamasahe ay 400-450pesos lang.

“Masyadong malaki!” Ang tugon ni Charlie sa Driver. “Ganun talaga ang pamasahe, dahil airport taxi kami,” ang sagot naman ng Driver. Dahil nalakihan sya sa pamasahe, agad kaming bumaba kahit wala pa sa isang kilometro ang tinakbo ng aming sinasakyan. Gayunpaman, hiningian pa rin kami ng pera ng mokong na driver. Binigyan ko sya ng 200 pesos para wala ng gulo na kinainis ng pinsan kong napagod at nagutom dahil sa kakahintay sa akin.

Dahil sa inis ay agad nyang pinara ang bus na papunta sa aming destinasyon na tiempong dumadaan sa aming kinatatayuan. Di ko alam kung tama ba ang aming ginawa dahil napakabagal ng takbo at sobrang matrapik. Pero nasiyahan ang loob ko dahil nagkaroon ako ng pagkakaton na ibaling ang aking tanaw sa maingay, marumi, mausok pero masayang lansangan ng Maynila habang walang katapusang kamustahan ang pinag-usapan namin ng aking pinsan. Pagkatos ng halos 3 oras sa bus ay narating rin namin ang bahay. Bahay ng brother in law ni Charlie na ang asawa ay nag-aabroad din, sa Saudi nga lang. Nagulat ako dahil nakahanda na sa lamesa ang aming kakainin na agad kong sinunggaban dahil sa pagkasabik ko sa pagkain ng Pinas.

Busog. Niyaya ako ni Charlie na humiga muna bago kami lumabas. Pero di ko alam kung anong meron ako sa araw na iyon. Kahit dalawang araw na akong walang maayos na tulog dahil sa pag-iimpake at sa byahe, ay mataas pa rin ang adrenalin ko para lumabas. Gusto kong magsine, magdisco, magkape, sumakay ng tren, mamalengke at kung anu-ano pang pumapasok sa aking isipan. Sobrang excitement ang nararamdaman ko sa araw na iyon.

“Dre, tara na!” ang sabi ko sa pinsan ko. Matulog ka muna, ang tugon nya. Ihanda mo ang sarili mo dahil pagkatpos ng tulog mo ngayon, sisigaw ka na parang si German Moreno ng Waaalllaaannnggg TULUGAN! Nagtawanan kami pareho at agad syang tumayo para maligo. Agad din naman akong kumuha ng damit na galing sa dala kong bag…

At dito mag-uumpisa ang aking hamon na sukatin ang Maynila, ang Capital City ng Pilipinas. Buong buhay ko ay umikot sa Davao City kaya pagkakataong ko natong ibagay ang aking interest kung ano man ang meron sa lugar na ito. Ito rin ang unang hakbang sa aking mga plano na matagal ko nang pinaghandaan habang ako ay nasa Dubai pa…
Itutuloy….

I'm BACK!

2009-06-09T07:05:00.000-07:00

Hey,

After 2 months of vacation in the Philippines and after a week of adjusting things here in Dubai, I'M BACK! There are lots of story to tell but don't know where to start and how to make it as interesting as possible. Anyway, I might settle on posting comments on other blogs which I enjoyed most.

I miss blogosphere, I miss the bloggers!

Julius
Dubai, UAE

my mistake...

2009-04-15T02:55:00.000-07:00

i thought that i can update my blog account while having my vacation here in the philippines...

mali pala ako. sayang ang oras para humarap pa sa computer at magsulat... gayunpaman, miss ko na ang blogosphere.

julius
davao city, philippines

Detour!

2009-03-21T06:11:00.000-07:00

I spend hours of searching the internet for me to find cheap accommodation in Manila and places to visit in the capital only to find out that my cousin, Charlie flew from Davao to Manila yesterday to fetch me at the airport on April 2. Yup, April 2! As per the HR Department I will be leaving Dubai for a 45-days vacation in the Philippines on April 1 via Singapore Airlines and the Expected Time of Arrival (ETA) in Manila Airport will be on April 2 at 1:30pm.

My original plan is to stay in Malate District for 3-4 days before meeting Charlie. Why? Because, I want to explore Manila alone; the place where me and Charlie will be living is at Barangay Karuhatan, Valenzuela, very far from party and fun places; and if I will be in that place, I think that I will spend more considering the number of relatives in the house.

Hahaaizz.. don’t have a choice. Charlie helped me to get my job abroad and my relatives in Valenzuela helped me during the time that I process my papers.

I have to change my plans!

He is a friend...

2009-03-13T07:17:00.000-07:00

“Juls, may lakad ka ba? Lonely ako ngayon eh… inom tayo Noy, dito sa room ko. Kuha ka ng alak dyan.”

This was the text I received from my good friend and a buddy Chris (not his real name) this afternoon. Lately, I keep distance from him because he found his new love – a girlfriend. At first, I can’t believe that he can manage to have one since I know him for a long time and shared experiences that would give me a clear picture of who he is. But, their relationship with his girlfriend lasted for more than 6 months and still counting. I realized that all things are possible.

What do you think Chris wants from me this time? Well, I have to find it out.

I share my experiences with him to Migs of Manila Gay Guy. Though I received offensive comments of my mistakes in writing, it encouraged me to write more.

http://manilagayguy.net/2008/10/25/a-respite-dubai-dilemma-and-ryan-garalde/

P.S.: There are 2-3 names mentioned but I am referring to one person only.

My aching tooth was removed!!!

2009-03-13T06:50:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, March 12 was my tooth extraction. I remember my mother treats us with cold snack every after visit to our dentist. But since I am in Dubai and she’s not around to gave me courage that tooth extraction is just like “kagat lang ng langgam,” I will do the same thing, but later after the procedure.

To be honest, I was hesitant to go back on my dentist’s appointment because I am set to take my vacation on April 1 (20 more days to go), I am thinking that I will do it in the Philippines. Second, I am scared, the dentist is an Indian. I am not racist but the first time I saw him during consultation give me anxiety. And third, it’s not paining anymore, maybe because of the medicines I am taking. The only thing that gave me courage to push through what is set for the day are the friendly Filipino staff who always wear their perfect smile every time I step in to their clinic and the expenses I made on my first visit, of course.

I came 10 minutes earlier on the scheduled time and again I was welcomed with 5 friendly Filipinos staff and an Indian lady. The 3 Filipinos are about to leave for the day and the other 2 is to relieve those who will end the shift. They include me on their discussions about where is the best place to shop though shy to bat in my opinions.

Few minutes after, the doctor came and Andrew his assistant asked me to go up with him for they will start the operation. We went inside the room and I sat on the dental chair. Andrew prepares the stuff while the doctor is wearing the gloves. Moments after, the doctor inject the anaesthesia to my gums, “para nga talagang kagat lang ng langgam!” in less than 3-5 minutes, my aching tooth was removed, a great feeling! I thanked them all and leave the place.

And, for the finale…

... a halo-halo treat for my self.

By the way, i took the pictures by myself this time. Have to practice before my vacation. Otherwise, my camera will not give me best results...

10 Things to Do on my Vacation

2009-03-11T09:00:00.000-07:00

I will not go back to Dubai if I miss any of the following in the Philippines during my 45 days vacation which will start on April 1.

Explore Manila. Go to historic sites, major streets, museums, parks, shopping centers, top universities and visit friends who live in the capital. I live my entire life in Davao and this time, I want to taste the lifestyle of the metro.

Maximize Malate. Go were the Pink Party is. Indulge myself to dance clubs, bath houses, and other places were birds with pink feathers flock together.

Puerto Galera. Plunge to the clear beach water of White Beach in Puerto Galera where it was named as the haven for Pink Panthers. Dance on the seashore and be sober on its local cocktail drinks.

Meet Bloggers on the Road. Thank them personally for sharing their experiences though blogging which helped me in some ways.

Photography in Me. Take a thousand of pictures or more from all over the place to capture the moment. This will bring thousand of stories to be shared to my friends, family or even to my readers of my blogspot (if any).

Shopping Galore. Buy shirts with Philippine Map, Flag or face of Jose Rizal, Ninoy Aquino, or even the face, logo, emblem of the late Master Rapper Francis M, etc. etc. Undergarments such us socks, brief, and undershirts. Buy “pasalubong” for friends and colleagues here in Dubai.

Party! Party! Party! Party to the Max! On street, on the living room, on the dance floor or even on the roof top. Pajama, formal, beach attire – regardless of what clothes to be needed and what occasions to be celebrated, party with friends must be on its peak.

Quality Time with my Family. The family that prays together stays together. Go out together: watch movies, beach, bowling, shopping, etc. Eat Good Food.

Food Trip. Eat authentic adobo and my paboritio, PUSIT prepared by my most beloved lady, my mother. Eat fresh vegetables & fruits; “kakanin” from my grandmother; and street food like isaw, fish ball, balut, chicharon baboy, taho, ect, etc…

Mag-Emote / Develop my Faith. Pray. Hug my family so tight and tell them how much I love them most especially to my father and mother. Visit childhood friends and places during my developmental years. Go to churches and attend Sunday masses faithfully.

Above mentioned items were just few but on top priority. My money will be the greatest factor to consider before my eyeballs will be blown away due to expenses at the end of my vacation.

Wish me Luck!

Scheduled Tooth Extraction

2009-03-11T06:15:00.000-07:00

I received a call from the Dental Clinic I visited last Saturday. The Indian Lady on the other line reminded me of my appointment on their dentist tommorrow, March 12 - Thursday at 5:00pm, my scheduled tooth extraction. Scarrryyyy!

My first visit to a dentist who is my Ninang is when I was 7. My second was in 2005 when I comply for Medical Certificate, a requirement to work abroad (here in Dubai) and third, was in 2007 - cleaning and refilling. All of those experiences under the hands of lady dentists.

This will be my first time to have tooth extraction. First time to a Male and Indian Dentist, huhuhu!!!

To Go or Not to Go?!

Ouchhh!!! I have toothache...

2009-03-09T07:36:00.000-07:00

We were watching “Ang Babaeng Hinugot sa Tadyang” over GMA Pinoy TV when my roommate Bobby open a packet of DINGDONG, a 5 in 1 mixed nuts. He empties it over a plastic container of ice cream and handed over to me. It looks like a Box of Chocolate (you didn’t know which one to get) over my hand. My eyes were dazzled by the different shapes and colours of the nuts. I grasp an ample amount and drop it into my mouth not thinking how hard the nuts are. I chew more than I can bite, hehehe!!!

Minutes later, I heared “tik”, a sound that catches my attention. There was a hard object that breaks inside my mouth. I don’t mind it because I taught that it was just the grinding sound of the nuts. After I finish chewing, I feel vacant space in between my upper right teeth. I rushed to the mirror, checked and found out that I lost half of my tooth. It’s good that it was not from my front teeth. I went back to my bed, continue eating the nuts and nailed back my attention to the TV.

After an hour, I feel microorganisms drilling a hole on my broken tooth. It gave me a ticklish feeling at first but after sometime; it gave me a terrible pain. Ouch! A pain that rolled over to all parts of my head. I can’t sleep, can’t read, I can’t standstill even for I have to press my head to the pillows just to ease the pain.

I’m not comfortable of oral medication, but when my roommate gave me medicine, I took it immediately. Good that it eased the pain and I was able to get a sleep.

My work that night was a hell experience. Microorganisms attacked again my broken tooth. They did not drill a hole this time, but they did a huge party having unlimited food and drinks complimented with a high powered sound system that made me in great pain. Ouch to the maximum level…

The following day, I rushed to a Dental Clinic which is 30 mins away from my accommodation. I filled up the registration and waited for my turn at the waiting area. After 15 minutes, the receptionist asked me to go up and wait upstairs.

“Mr. Julius” a Filipino, chinito and gwapo on his late 20 exclaimed. I raised my hand in followed him to the room. “Are you the Dentist?” I asked him because he really looks like a doctor. “No! assistant lang po ako” and turned his head to the dentist, an old Indian. What a Fuck! But don’t have a choice, the pain should be removed or else I will jump off from a 40 storey building.

I lay down to the dental chair and the dentist checked my teeth. “Oops! I can’t remove this. Your gum is swelling” the doctor said. “Doc, please! I can’t bare the pain anymore and I am living too far from the clinic” I explained to him. The Filipino assistant responded: “Baka ikaw ang sumuko Sir, di tumatalab ang anaesthesia kapag namaga” and struck me. “Ok! When do you want me to come back?” I asked them. “On Wednesday!” the doctor answered while giving me his prescription of medicines for me to buy. I thanked and said goodbye to them and proceeded to their counter to pay. It gave me more pain when I found out that I will pay Dhs. 85 (Php. 1,100) for that less than a minute consultation. I went to Pharmacy and then again the price of the medicines added more pain, Dhs. 106 (Php 1,350) for a 5-day medication. I took taxi and went home straight, the fare: Dhs. 65 (Dhs. 850). Hahaizzz! Di pa ako kumain sa lakad na to. I already spend Dhs. 250 and yet the deadly pain is still on my head. It will cost me another Dhs. 150 for the extraction plus the medicines after the procedure. Another hahaizzz!

Ang hirap magkasakit abroad! You really don’t know what to do. You have friends but their care and service for you is very limited for they have work. They have their own priorities too. I called my mother and it eased the pain a little bit. I am so distressed. I am crying alone. Bhogs called up but don’t have the mode to even answer him or even inform him my situation for I know he can’t help.

Now, I am drinking 3 kinds of tablets every 6 hours plus the medicine that Bobby asked me to take. It stops the pain but the pain comes back after 5-6 hours. The only advantage I can see from this situation was not eating enough food. Meaning, I eat less and I will loose weight. I will be sexier, hahaha!!! But my back is aching from lying on my bed so much of my time.

I am hoping that this agony of mine will not take long. I am so affected. I cant work, eat and sleep properly. I am dying (joke!)… I’m not ready yet!

See you on Wednesday – The extraction of my damage tooth.

I Found Someone....

2009-03-07T19:30:00.000-08:00

And the most highlight is, may sex buddy na ako, hahaha!!! last Friday lang... I never expect that it would come. For the past 4 years (almost), I keep on “iwas” on flirting anybody sa katrabaho dahil bukod sa ayaw ko sa tsismis, araw-araw mo syang makikita, nakakahiya!. Although I had with a colleague named Chris (not his real name and he is gay) before, na my girlfriend na ngayon, this time is different. He’s straight! Kwento ko na lang later.

And here is the kwento…

Bhogs (not his real name) is a constant visitor. He visits me almost every Friday (my OFF), when my roommates are out for work. At first, I was hesitant to be with him alone. My sexual preference gives me a feeling of guilt for him to be welcomed on my place. I invited some of my friends to be with us during his first few visits but since his shift ends at 10pm, he always comes to my room late at night that friends are no longer available for us to join. He visits me because he wants to use the internet.

Since I am earning more than he does, I let him come to my room - Sharing of Blessings or just simply laying of bait so that fish will catch it, hehehe! I usually prepare snacks every time he comes. Don’t find him attractive but his complexion and body built deserves a second look. His ways on dealing individuals like me gave me assumptions that he had a wide experience on how to please gays. He sends SMS or even invited me to go somewhere that made you feel special. But, I tried not to do the first move although I gave him ideas and hints on my personality so that guilt will be lessen every time he spend his time to my kingdom.

One day, he brought a bottle of vodka to my room and invited me to drink. He wants to thank me for all the good things I showed him in the past. I said “NO” since I am not a hard drinker and a bottle of vodka will put us on our deathbed before we can finish it. I suggested calling another friend but he insisted not to. “Kung di natin kaya eh di tigilan natin!” he said to me. What! I immediately called the nearby store to deliver us food (“pulutan”) so that I can stay long with him by eating more than drinking.

Don’t judge the book by its cover. Bhogs is more than what he showed physically. Nagkataon lang na mababa ang posisyon ang nakuha nya but I know that this guy can achieve more than what I have now and what other thinks from him. Anyway, Dubai is (more often) whom you know than what you know.

During our drinking session, Bhogs showed me the other side of him. This 25 y.o. from Samar, Leyte who is a Criminology Graduate, loves his family so much like me. No chance to become a Police yet since the opportunity of work in Dubai knocked him first. He send his “kuya” to College even his salary is very minimal. He sacrificed a lot. Her girlfriend was pregnant when he left the Philippines to Dubai and he doesn’t know how to win her back. Etc, etc, etc….

I can’t believe that after emotional story telling of our life, we almost finish the bottle of vodka. We don’t even eat our “pulutan”. I hit my bed, I can’t hold on anymore. He laughed at me and I don’t know what happened next. The last time I remember was, when I woke up, I was embracing him from his back. I hugged him tighter and go back to sleep.

“Lilipat na ako, padating na ang kakwarto mo!” he said when I woke up for the second time. “Hindi! Matulog ka lang dyan at lilipat ako sa kabilang kama” and I did. The next time I woke up, my roommate was teasing me: “Waaaaa, lasing! Sino kainuman mo? I turn my head to my bed and Bhogs was not there anymore. “Did you see Bhogs? Sya ang kainuman ko” I answered to my roommate. “Di ko na naabutan!” my roommate replied and I go back to sleep with so much pain from my head - HANGOVER.

After that incident, Bhogs did not show to my room anymore. We see each other in the hotel but we just nod. I did not text or even call him because I am not sure if embracing and hugging him tight were just the things I did to him during that night. I assume that he gets mad at me. He gets mad because I took advantage of his drunkenness. But, I’m not afraid. I know that I did not do anything wrong to him. My only worry is, if he will tell it to anybody. I have difficulty on dealing or defending my gayness in public especially when I discuss it to idiots.

I missed him; I was expecting his text or even miss calls especially during my OFF comes, I waited. 2 weeks after, I received a text from him asking me if he can come over to my room on my off and I said yes. Yehey!

Friday – February 27, again my OFF and my roommates are out for work. 11:30 pm when I heard knocking on my door. I opened and expectedly, its Bhogs of course. He entered the room and closed the door. He excitedly informed me that he is promoted, from stewarding to waiter. He’s been doing cross training for the past 3 months and at last, he got the position. “Congrats!” I greeted him and he answered “Thank You” with a very sweet smile. “Lets celebrate!” I said and I immediately called for a bottle of vodka (again, no other type of alcohol available). We drink, eat, and sing together. Kahit na sa youtube videos lang. Walang microphone, walang sound system, walang score right after each song, hahaha!!!. We got drank.

At may nangyari…

I did not expect his text or call anymore but yesterday - March 6, again Friday and my OFF. I received text from unknown number: Tol, musta? Makikigamit na naman ako ng computer mo kung ok lang…wala akong load, text ka sa cp ko, Bhogs." I immediately go to message details and I found out that it was sent to me at 8:51pm and I only read it at 1:45am of March 7. I fall asleep because I had a terrible day because of a toothache. I called him back and I found out that I don’t have load either. I rushed to the store and buy a mobile charge and texted him: “Bhogs, pasensya! Ngayon lang ako nagising… di ko namalayan ang text mo.” And gave the half of my mobile charge to him through “PASA LOAD,” yup! you read it right, may PASALOAD din sa Dubai. Seconds later he called and I answered: Oh! Bat gising ka pa? Di ko nabasa text mo kanina, pasensya." " Ginising mo ako eh… Ok lang yun! Pupunta pa ba ako dyan?" he asked. “Ikaw? Pero wag na matulog ka na lang at next Friday na lang tayo magsama ulit.” I told him. Di ko rin feel kasi medyo masakit pa ang ngipin ko…

Saturday at lunch time, he called and invited me for lunch...

See you next Friday, on my OFF.

Opppsss... i was out for some time!

2009-03-05T21:37:00.000-08:00

Oppsss!! Di ko na namalayan na ang huling post ko pala ay noong February 27 pa. Teka lang, bakit nga di na ako nakapagpost. What made me busy after that day? Hmmppp….

* Busy ako sa kakaplano ng bakasyon ko which is set on April 1. Instead of writing paragraphs, I busy my self on writing bulleted sentences na pwede kong gawin during my 45 days stay sa Pinas.

* I bought a camera last February 1 but until now I don’t know its basic function. I use my time checking free tutorial videos/articles on the internet for me to familiarize ASAP. Buti na lang di ko pinatuloy yung Basic Photography ko dito, otherwise mapag-iiwanan ako.

* Nagkakasilipan Na. Did you know that 75% of my posts were made during my work? Night shift kasi ako and most of the time walang ginagawa kaya nakakapagsulat ako, hehehe! But since its time of recession, iwas muna. Baka kasi mapaaga ang pag-uwi k at wala na akong mababalikang work sa Dubai .

* Naggi-GYM na ako now (regularly). From a waist line of 34, ngayon 32 na lang or less. Im still hoping to loose more weight para makapag-bodyfit ako sa Pinas, hahaha!!!

* Dumadami ang mga blogsite na sinisundan ko ngayon. Mas interesting kasing magbasa kaysa sa magsulat. But writing your own experiences is more effective for your brain cells to pump-up. Biruin mo, ang bilis ko nang gumawa ng liham through email sa mga pamilya at kaibigan ko ngayon. And the most rewarding is, when you read your post after some time, it gives you a pleasant feeling kahit ang daming errors.

* Matulog.

* Nagpapaunlak na ako. Since my last post, napagbibigyan ko na ang imbitasyon ng mga kaibigan para uminom, kumain o simpleng panonood lang ng DVD movies sa kwarto. Nakakarinig na kasi ako ng reklamo from them like: Magpapari ka ba? Or worse: “Walang Pakisama!”

* Magchat imbes na magssulat. YM of friends na nasa Korea, Japan at mga kapamilya sa Pinas. Mahirap kasi kapag may time difference; you have to adjust at magbilang ng oras.

* Maglinis ng kuko, ng closet, ng banyo. Mag-ayos ng kama, magtapon ng basura at kung ano-ano pa.

* And the most highlight is, may sex buddy na ako, hahaha!!! last Friday lang... I never expect that it would come. For the past 4 years (almost), I keep on “iwas” on flirting anybody sa katrabaho dahil bukod sa ayaw ko sa tsismis, araw-araw mo syang makikita, nakakahiya!. Although I had with a collegue named Robert (gay) before, na my girlfriend na ngayon, this time is different. He’s straight! Kwento ko na lang later.

hahahahahah!!!

Sino Ako (part 2) ?

2009-02-27T00:14:00.001-08:00

Kaibigan

# 20

Di ako handa na makipagsuntukan,
Upang ikaw ay ipaglaban sa gitna ng daan
Pero buong oras ko kaya kong ilaan,
Para ikaw ay damayan at paglingkuran.

#19

Di na baling sampu, basta totoong tao
Kaysa sa dalawmpu pero nagbabalatkayo

# 18

Bad trip sa akin ang nagtutulakan
Sa panahon na may dapat bayaran
Sa restaurant o anumang klaseng gimikan
Gastos pag-usapan, bago ito simulan.

# 17

Ayoko sa mayabang dahil ako ay mahilig ding magyabang
Subalit handa akong lumohod kung ikaw ay nakakalamang.

# 16

Hirap akong maningil sa mga nakautang
Pero di ibig sabihin na ito’y kalimutan na lang
Ang perang kinuha dapat mong palitan
Para sa susunod ikaw ay pagkatiwalaan

Sino Ako (part 1)

2009-02-25T02:48:00.000-08:00

The 25 things about me….

Walang nagsabing gumawa din ako nito
Pero ako’y nagsisikap para sumabay sa uso
Kahit sa post na ito, pwede akong mabuko
Wala akong pakialam! Basta ako, nagpakatotoo…

Sino nga ba ako? Ako ay…

Bakla:

# 25

Awkward sa akin ang magladlad
Dahil katawan ko ay malapad
Pilit mang magpakatotoo
Pero kumembot na parang babae (in public), ni sa isip ay di nabuo (as of this time).

# 24

Di ako karpintero, tubero o mekaniko
Pero magaling akong maglaba, mamalantsa at maglinis ng kwarto.

#23

Ingat kayo sa akin kapag ako ay nalasing,
Baka wala ng saplot sa inyong paggising
Kabaklaan ay sobra at di mapigilan,
Kapag alak dumaan sa aking katawan.

#22

Lifestyle, Talk Show, Reality at Documnetary
Yan ang mga hilig ko kapag nasa harap ng TV,
Basketball, Boxing at mga teleserye,
Yan ang ayaw ko kaya remote control ay di mapirmi.

#21

Type kung magkaBF dahil dahil yucky ang GF (napasubo lang!)
Gusto ko nang magmahal, at mamahalin din ako ng lubusan...

to be continued...

81st Oscar Awards

2009-02-22T21:37:00.000-08:00

The best moment I had while watching (live) the 81st Oscar Awards was during the acceptance speech of Dustin Lance Black who won the best in Original Screenplay for the movie MILK.

I found myself into tears when he gave his thanks to the people he loved and inspired him to be at his best, very emotional...

He is a hero.

Excerpts: I wanna? I wanna thank my mom, who has always loved me for who I am even when there was pressure not to. But most of all, if Harvey had not been taken from us 30 years ago, I think he'd want me to say to all of the gay and lesbian kids out there tonight who have been told that they are less than by their churches, by the government or by their families, that you are beautiful, wonderful creatures of value and that no matter what anyone tells you, God does love you and that very soon, I promise you, you will have equal rights federally, across this great nation of ours. Thank you. Thank you. And thank you, God, for giving us Harvey Milk. (Oscar.com)

Click for full:

http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/?pn=detail&nominee=Milk%20-%20Writing%20(Original%20Screenplay)%20Nominee

I was also very happy when Sean Penn (MILK) won the best actor. Unfortunately, it was not shown here in Dubai because of homosexuality issue. Sigh...

Inbox of Delights

2009-02-22T09:06:00.000-08:00

After reading Mugen’s latest blog entry entitled body clock, I decided to post this article (advertisement) I read from IQ Magazine: Issue 0031 for 4-10 February 2009 which I read 2 weeks ago.

Inbox of Delights

Late Nights Emails Equate to Double Espresso Before Bed

Dubai , UAE, 27 January 2009 – Sleep experts have cracked the mathematical formula for a good night’s sleep in a bid to halt the sleepless epidemic – and there’s bad news for email (blog) addicts.

According to Crowne Plaza Hotels & Resorts’ research, checking emails before you go to bed has the equivalent effect on the body of drinking a double espresso.

Fuelled by the spiraling use of PDA’s, mobiles, laptops and Blackberries, business travelers are potentially robbing themselves of a good night’s sleep by failing to switch off gadgets early enough before going to bed.

Light from a mobile phone or laptop is intense enough to halt production of sleep-enhancing melatonin and experts are warning workers to switch off at least an hour before lights out.

To help guests enjoy a refreshing night’s sleep, Crowne Plaza has teamed up with top sleep expert Dr. Chris Idzikowski, of the Edinburgh Sleep Center, who traveled existing research to identify the top five factors for a good night’s sleep – and the five things that most likely to keep us awake at night.

Sleep Solutions
- Quiet (Q)
- Complete darkness (CD)
- Cool temperature (CT)
- Comfy and clean bed (CCB)
- Daytime exercise (DE)

Sleep Nightmares
- Electronic device usage 1 hour before bed (EDU1)
- Late-night eating (LNE)
- TV
- Caffeine (C)
- Alcohol (A)

And this is what the formula for the perfect night’s sleeps look like:

Q+CD+CT+CCB+DE-EDU1-LNE-TV-C-A = Zzzz

To all bloggers who can’t sleep because of thinking too much for their next entry and waiting for comments from their readers,

GOOD LUCK!

Room # 2229 (last part)

2009-02-20T03:44:00.000-08:00

Before reading this post, please find time to read the fisrt part:

http://mrcens.blogspot.com/2009/01/room-no-2229.html

Continuation…

Feeling very anxious I went back to the desk where I am working. I was shocked of the incident that just transpired. I had difficulty to get my senses back that made Arthur, a colleague asked me of what happen and just answered him “nothing.”

After sometime I faced the computer in front of me, hit the keys 2229 in the system and the guest’s profile popped-out from the screen. Room # 2229 – Mr ______________ ; 29 years old from Saudi Arabia . He will be checking out in the next 2 days.

The things that I did to the guest on his room that night occupied almost all the space of my brain. It’s like a movie clip that keeps on playing every now and then. I should be very happy because I got what I want but the uncertainty is more bothering than the sexual pleasures that I had from a very hot Arab man. I was thinking of my future (at least) and the possibility that I might be in jail the moment this guest will make drama and complain. My shift ends with full of uneasiness.

The following day I tried to be in my normal mode, trying to forget the greatest mistake I committed here in Dubai. I made an effort to stay away from the vicinities of the hotel where I can be seen but my other side pushed me to be at the lobby hoping that the guy will see me and still want me on his room before he checks out. Luckily, the night ends that I did not see him.

Night before the guest checks out, I came to my regular shift that started at 11:00pm. I prayed at the Locker Room and went straight to my working place. Though scared, I am ready to face the consequences no matter what it takes. The incident gives me a lesson. For just a simple sexual urge, I put myself into a big trouble that will end my life.

After receiving the handover from the earlier shift, I am ready to face a new day. I stand confidently at the desk when the phone rings. When I am about to pick up the receiver, I saw from the caller id that it was from room # 2229. “What a fuck! We have 446 rooms in the hotel” and yet the first caller that I might receive for the night is from the guest whom I don’t want to have connection with anymore. Again, feeling nervous…

I look around to ask for help from colleagues but there was no one available. No choice, I pull up the receiver and answer the phone.

Me: Good Evening ______ (department)! This is Julius speaking how may I help you?
Guest: Good Evening! Can you please reconfirm my ticket?
Me: Can I have your flight details please.
Guest: Its EK 214 flying from Dubai to Riyadh.
Me: Sir, Emirates flying from Dubai to Middle East Countries need not to reconfirm.
Guest: Ok! Is this Julius?

BINGO! I was busted; the guest knows my name. I don’t know why but I confirmed him that it was me who made quickie experience with him 2 nights ago. I asked myself several times why I did not tell lie, I was caught unguarded.

Me : Yes Sir, Julius speaking. How may I help you?
Guest : Can you please go to my room, I will be checking out tomorrow.
Me : Sir, I am on duty.
Guest : Just for a few minutes.
Me : Ok Sir, I’ll see you in your room for few minutes. Bye.

I don’t want to disappoint this guest. I want to please him until he steps out from our lobby. I don’t want him to complain and if he has a plan to do it, I am hoping that he will reconsider it.

Though I just came for the shift I asked my colleague to cover me up for I want to take a 30-minuute break. Not for food of course but to finish whatever I had with this guest that put me into sleepless night.

Room # 2229, I knocked the door and the guest inside opened the door. Again, for the second time I saw the most beautiful face I had with in bed for years on bathrobe (only). He hugged me tight and he closed the door immediately.

Me : Sir. I will not take long. I am here to just say goodbye.
Guest : No problem…

And gain it happened.

Me : Have to go.
Guest : Take this.

The guest gave me Dhs. 500 (Php. 6,000) and his business card. I took the card but not the money. He took my number and wrote it down on a piece of paper. I went out from the room and go straight to my post at the lobby. I don’t know what to feel, but still very scared because he has still few hours to stay before his flight to Riyadh.

My shift ends. I went home and still thinking of the guest that I had just encountered. Maybe of tiredness and was not able to get sleep the day before, I had it for a couple of hours. I was awake when my phone rang. It was a call from an unknown number. I immediately think of the guest I had wildly encountered. I took the business card and compare the numbers that appeared on my phone’s screen. Yes, it was from him. I placed my mobile back on its place and tore the card into pieces, open my window and throw it away. I feel relieved and go back to my sleep.

Don’t have any connection with that guest anymore but the experience still haunts me.

The End...

Kilig to the Max!

2009-02-14T03:05:00.000-08:00

The first person who greeted me happy valentines this year was from Nino, my crush right at my very own doorstep at 8:45am. He went to my room straight from a night duty asking me if he can use the internet for a while because his girlfriend was online. Automatically, I welcomed him with open arms. ...he still on his uniform

I let him sit in front of the computer and here I am, don’t know what to do. I busy myself arranging my stuff in the closet and put the TV on. The opening segment of Eat Bulaga made me “kilig” to the highest level. The cast of the program sung love songs from different times, old and new. I can’t help myself to sing along as well as Nino. Hahaizzz… feeling in cloud 9, if I can only tell my feelings. The songs were classics such as It Might Be You; Always; All You Need is Love by Beatles and Everlasting Love as revive by Gloria Estefan and new songs such as Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis and With You by Chris Brown. I want to tell him that I am singing for him, heheh…

I don’t have the guts and it is not necessary anymore. Love is sweeter if you will be loved in return. I know that Nino can only offer friendship to me. If time will come that Nino will allow me to conquer his body, it’s not out of love, it is his kindness in return of the favours I am doing to him which I am trying to avoid. Alam mo na yun!

My Most Memorable Valentines Day

2009-02-14T00:58:00.000-08:00

My most memorable Valentines Day was in 2007. Not because of romantic craze or flowers and chocolates all around the corner, but it is because I heard the pilot of Emirates Flight flying from Dubai announcing that we are landed at Ninoy Aquino International Airport. After 9 hours of waiting and nosebleed because of a Fil-Am seatmate that keeps on asking me stories in English, we landed on my most loved country, Philippines. He keeps on telling her love of her wife and his favourite sport, basketball even I wore my headset watching “The Devil Wears Prada, Finding Nemo, and Happy Feet while on board. No common interest to talk about. Thanks God that the aircraft was not full, I got the chance to switch places with of course a very pleasant excuse from him.

The gorgeous crew bids us farewell and immediately rushed to immigration. I don’t mind to talk to that Fil-Am buddy anymore even to remind him of his invitation to 1 night stay on his place at Tagaytay (with his wife) for I am so much excited to see my “sundo,” Chris. The last word I heard from him is asking me if his 10 US $ tip to those entertainers (trio on strings) is enough.

I went out the airport and finally I breathed in the dirty air of Manila, an awesome feeling on heart’s day. I saw Chris and hugged each other like scene in the film. We took taxi and find a place to stay for a night since I have to catch flight to Davao the following day. OMG! Most of the hotels, motels, lodging house or even boarding houses were full. Thanks God that we found one, Mabuhay Manor. Don’t know where it was exactly since I am not familiar in the capital at all.

Chris asked me to refresh immediately even he saw the words JET LOG on my head. We went down and took taxi and brought me to an eerie place called PALAWAN Bar. Eerie because the street going to the place was so dark and the bar was located in residential area. I am expecting that it was a bar with macho dancer dancing on their boot shoes only. But I was wrong; most of the performers were gay impersonators. The waiter laid a bucket of San Mig Light on our table and a platter of oil with “sisig” (exaggerating!) In just a couple of minutes, I finished the 2 bottles and I said to myself, wow! This is the real thing. I looked around and found out that there were no ladies on the place except for the person on the counter collecting cash payments from the patrons. I stood up and went to the toilet and then I realized that this is literally a gay bar. Bar that only gays/bisexuals are welcome. I feel so happy because that was my first time. Everybody is so friendly and most of them were nodding at you when they see you staring at them.

After an hour, I find myself on the dance floor with my shirt off as what others are doing. I had a great time, an overwhelming experience. A guy flirted at me and I invited him on our place.

When we reached the room, I immediately hit the bed. The guy put off my shoes and tried to turn me on but I was so drunk to be tempted. I woke up and saw Chris and the guy fucking each other. I turn my head and sleep again with a smile.

We had our breakfast together with the best service in the world - the hospitality of the Filipinos. We checked out and say goodbye to our new friend and Chris and me went straight to Domestic Airport for my flight is at 10am. I hugged Chris so tight for helping me of so many things. He will stay in Manila for some paperwork but promised me that he will see me in Davao the following week for he is planning to take a 2nd degree which is nursing in my city.

What made this experience most memorable is the fact that I was away in the country for 2 years and my first day in the Philippines after my work abroad was on Valentines day.

Happy Valentines Day to all!

Friday the 13th

2009-02-13T09:10:00.000-08:00

It’s Friday, the 13th of February and it’s my off. I don’t believe that this day would bring bad luck as what I saw in the movie 4-5 years ago or what others believe, but it seems that it will happen to me this time.

There were no new posts from my favourite bloggers on the net; No email for me to reply to; No calls or text from friends for invitation to go out; feel so lazy to do my day-off tasks such as washing clothes, cleaning my room, etc. etc.

I went out with my camera on the street to take snapshots but was so cold to stay long. I was invited by my friend Jonathan to his room for his birthday party but I don’t want to see his girlfriend. I want to write something for my blog but even the first letter of my name was so difficult to find on the keyboard.

My day is almost over and I am ready to go to bed before the omen of this Friday the 13th would really kill me though this is very early for me, at 9:30pm. But not yet, when I open the internet and again check post from my favorite bloggers, i saw this...

http://lexuality.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeling-better-after-kambyo.html

Yes, the letter was from me. I did not expect that, the famous Lex Bonife will use my letter on his post for today - February 13, 2009. Friday the 13th...

Wala Lang!

OFF ko na naman...

2009-02-10T20:26:00.000-08:00

day off is supposed to be the most awaited day of the week. time to rest, enjoy, and have fun. but sometimes...

this was written last February 6 at the nearest mall from where i live in dubai, IBN Batuta Mall.

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Hahay, heto naman ako. Nasa sulok ng foodcourt sa pinakamalapit na mall. Binubusog ang sarili ng burger, fries at softdrink. Di makapagsine dahil gusto ko “Pinoy Gay Indie.” Kahit well acclaim na pelikula basta may temang kabaklaan, ni TV Ad sa local station di makakadaan. May internet, pero kulang sa emosyon, sa sound effects, sa quality. Gusto ko big screen, gusto ko sa madilim na my 3D max quality at digital sound.

Di makapagbar, dahil bukod sa malayo sa tinitirhan ko, magastos ang ganitong bisyo. Alam nyo bang ang isang pitcher ng beer ay isang libong piso. Ayaw ko yatang tumagay ng beer na uminit dahil tinitipid mo ito. Ayaw ko yatang sumayaw pagkatapos ay wala ka man lang mapupulutan sa iyong kinauupuan. Ayaw kong mainggit sa nga orders ng kabilang mesa.

May inuman nga sa kabilang kwarto pero ang hang-over mo aabot ng isang linggo. Bukod sa amoy at lasang lason na sa 3 shots lang, sigurado ka nang mahihilo. Ganyan katindi ang alak na mabibili mo sa kanto, na ang nagbebenta ay taong puno ng balahibo. Di mo tuloy mawari kung sya ba talaga ay tao o oso. Kung bibili ka naman sa liquor shop, tatanungin ka kung ikaw ba ay lisyensyado. Syempre hindi dahil ang sahod mo ay mamiso.

Pero bakit ako ay nandito. Sa malayong lugar na maraming Arabo at Indyano. Na kung saan, lahat ay nakakalbo dahil tubig dagat ang pinanliligo dito. Hmm… siguro sa mga ‘to:

- Mas malaki ang naitutulong ko sa pamilya.
- Masarap ang buhay dito. Pagkain, transportayon at ang bahay na tititirhan ko, 24hrs air condition at walang water and electric interruption.
- Afford kong magpalinya ng internet sa kwarto.
- Nabibili ko ang mga bagay na gusto ko (basic lang!)
- Malayo sa gulo, sa traffic, sa corruption, sa hirap.

But home is where the heart is. Nandito nga ako, pero ang puso ko ay nagsusumamo. Na kailangang umuwi at makapiling muli; Ang pamilyang nagbibigay ng lakas at inspirasyon sa bawat sandali. Ang bansang kahit na mahirap, madadama mo ang tunay na sarap…

Ang ngiti ng bawat Pilipinong tunay na naghahari.

May G4M account? Hmmppp…..

2009-02-08T02:48:00.000-08:00

Nino is an ultimate crush. His youthful charm and charisma made him on the top. What made him so adorable is the way he treated other people. He is the only person who hugged me (so) tight wishing me well a night before I took my emergency leave to the Philippines 2 years ago; He likes to send forwarded messages talking about love and compassion but I told him to stop it because I keep on misinterpreting it; etc. etc…

He is straight, as my gaydar signalled me. As a matter of fact, I know his girlfriends. Yes, girlfriends because he had 2 relationships with our colleagues and the 3rd were from our sister company not to mention what he had in the Philippines. In fairness, it was one at a time. Come and go - a typical playboy.

Since Nino is so dear to me, I let him borrow my laptop. He knocked my door one morning, enter my room and lay on my bed beside me after knowing that my roommates are not around. “Naglalambing.” He will download songs to his IPod. Although, hesitant I can’t resist his smile and his way of begging me. After saying yes, he immediately took the computer and walked out. Bullshit, hehehe!!!

The following day he returned it to me. He said thanks and went back to his room. I immediately open it and check if it’s not broken. Thanks God, it was not.

I open the internet explorer and type G4M (one of my most visited site) on the search bar. My email add is MrCens@yahoo.com. When I start hitting the first key, I missed “M” instead I started with “N” which shocked me. After I hit N, Nino’s email add appear on the pop-up. “What a fuck! Why he has a G4M account?” Hmmpp…

I did not bother to ask him about it nor move to the next step to express my feelings. The most important thing is we are good friends and loving him from a distance is good enough for me to be satisfied. To make my day complete and put a smile on my face every time I see him is the best gift from him. If Nino is straight or bisexual, it doesn’t matter to me anymore. The most important thing is to respect him as I want him to do the same to me.

Test Shot

2009-02-07T09:50:00.000-08:00

I just bought my NIKON D80 camera. I immediately went home and read the quick start manual for familiarization. Actually, I don’t want to use it without reading the manual because it’s too expensive (for me), I might break it on the first day of use. But my roommate Bobby is super “kulit” begging me to take some shots with him, and the result:

Bobby (with "yosi")

- Father of 2 beautiful daughters.
- At age 40 still looks good and flawless
- Full of energy, “tumatanda daw sya ng paurong sabi ng mga naiinggit.”
- He had a short relationship with President’s (ex) niece, a very famous personality.
- A fully recovered drug addict
- Very easy and fun to be with, gimmick or work wise.

Adrian

- Tall, dark and handsome
- Most friendly especially to girls but public enemy ng mga Security Officers. Pasaway kasi pag nalalasing.
- Recovering addict and Dubai is his rehabilitation center which is very effective (sabi nya).
- Very generous
- Mahilig sa speakers, amplifiers, head set, basta audio, expert sya.

Seriously, these guys are my kapamilya. I am so blessed that even I am away from my real family, they let me feel secure almost all the time. I can count on them always. We just shut up when we had misunderstanding. We love and respect each other.

Sa kakwarto kong si Bobby and Adrian, I salute you guys! The memories and experiences that we’ve shared together inside the 4 corners of our room for 3 years now will last forever in my heart.

I love you!

My NIKON D80

2009-02-07T06:00:00.000-08:00

The most expensive gift I gave myself:

Actually utang yan (credit card), wala kasi akong pangcash eh. Di ko na inalintana ang Financial Crisis o takot ko sa utang, dinaig ako ng excitement ko sa photography. In fact, nagpaenroll ako dito ng Basic Course pero di ko itutuloy kasi overlapping sa nalalapit kong bakasyon.

I have still 2 months to familiarize and learn how to use it. 2 months before my most awaited time for 2 years now, my 2-month vacation to the Philippines this April 2009. Yahoooo!!!

Wish me luck.

Ma, pwede na ba akong mag Boarding House?

2009-02-01T02:54:00.000-08:00

Tired of living with my big family, I came to my mother one day and asked: Ma, pwede na ba akong mag-Boarding House? Even my office is only 1 kilometer away from our house.

Bakit? Pagod ka na ba sa hirap anak? She answered me with her sincere eyes.

Her answer although it was also a question contented me. I love my mother so much that I don’t want her to be in pain. She doesn’t want her children to be away from her for just a simple reason that I might give her on that time. My mother is my inspiration, my woman of my life, my angel. So, I stayed and yet still wanting to keep distance from them.

This happened on January of 2005, a year after I graduated college and the same time having my own income. I want to stay away from my family because most of my salary went to our house, my brother’s (next to me) tuition, groceries and sometimes water/electric bill which I think beyond my obligation as a good son. Its not that I am too selfish of my earnings, I just want to be independent and get more freedom in many ways.

3 months after, I received an overseas call from Charlie, cousin. He’s inviting me to follow him to Dubai to work in a 5 star hotel. Actually, that was his 2nd invitation for me to go abroad. I refused his 1st offer when he was in Saudi Arabia .

I don’t have a plan to work in other country. When I was in college, I told myself that I will serve my country as it needs me more than working abroad but of course, it changed now. But when Charlie called me the second time, I just answered him yes because I don’t want to offend him for turning down the second time.

The next overseas call I received was again from Charlie informing me to get ready for a phone interview. After 2 hours, a Lebanese Front Office Manager did the interview and congratulated me afterwards for I had just passed. And the rest was history. I found myself queuing on government agencies for passport, clearance certificates, etc.

May 27, 2005 at 11:00pm, I had my first step in Dubai .

Looking back, it seems that God gave what I asked from my mother 4 years ago, to be away from them. To live in Boarding House for independence and freedom. To be a good and loving son for I am still supporting my youngest brother’s (this time) tuition fee (next to me graduated last October), grocery, and sometimes water and electric bill.

Working abroad is like living in a Boarding House, temporary shelter for you to live. Time will come that you will go home to the place where your heart is, your home. There’s no place like home indeed.

Still, most of my earnings still go to my family.

Complaining? Hmmp… sometimes, hehehe…

HIV, a new understanding

2009-01-28T06:03:00.000-08:00

The last and first time I saw HIV/AIDS victim was in 1994 in the person of Sarah Jane Salazar. I was on my second year high school when she together with some officials from Department of Health visited our school for information drive about the disease. I get interested on the topic more or less because that was the time I started to go to Movie Houses for paid sex.

I was 50 meters away from the speaker although the sound waves from the amplifiers that entered to my ears were clear enough for me to be cautious.

The only thing I remembered was, the disease is deadly and cannot be cured. I learned from that time, as what I understood, that most of the carriers are drug addicts and sex workers. I feel safe because I am not an addict although I had multiple sex partners in a month, but still did not bother me.

From 1994 up to the present I did not practice safe sex, although that was my most active sex life years. I’m quite surprise when some of my encounters encourage me to use condom. I get suspicious to those who peel the aluminum wrapper on their teeth while we are on our way to cloud nine. I’m not comfortable using it. Thanks God that my Medical Certificate was clear when I took it prior to my work here in Dubai .

Chronicles of E.blogspot; Back in the Closet.blogspot; POSITIVISM.ph gave me another view of the disease. I might more than 50 meters away from them because I am from the other side of the world, but their message is so clear (thanks, internet!). That, I should not only be cautious but to show respect and be extra sensitive especially to those victims. They let me feel the hardships and challenges they have as they live their life, but still able to be productive. They introduce me to the disease on a greater perspective. They educate me.

Yesterday was another story. When I posted my comment on back in the closet.blogspot entitled emergency (http://backinthecloset.blogspot.com/2009/01/emergency.html), I received few contradicting arguments from other commenter including e whom I respected so much for his effectiveness in story writing and his generosity to share his life experiences that would help other people. He might get hurt on my point or disagree on what I believe now but that was out from my honest self.

Nevertheless, these people gave me a new understanding of HIV.

Thanks guys!

Grrrrr!!!!

2009-01-21T03:35:00.000-08:00

I was scheduled for a Basic Photography Course on January 30 that will be conducted by Filipino Photographers Association in Dubai (Lightform) only to find out that I will add Dhs. 300 (down payment) on our first meeting aside from the 120 Dhs. I gave them during registration. What?! How much will cost me for the entire course? I immediately emailed them for answers but no to avail. It will be discussed on the first meeting as per the President. This led me to more questions: What if I don’t have the said amount, can I still attend? Why only mentioning now? They did not mention this on the registration day. Hmmm…. I smell fishy.

I set aside an amount for my camera for a specific brand and model but I found out that what I am eying has less advantages if I take photography seriously. I am ready to buy NIKON D60 but my new friend from Bahrain who is a Professional Photographer suggested me to buy NIKON D80. 50% more expensive of what I am planning to buy, meaning I have to raise more money. Hahaizzz….

My roommate Adrian informed me that his ex girlfriend want to get the wireless ADSL (don’t know the meaning). It is a square box where my internet was connected. Our understanding with Adrian before was we will share the monthly bill, but since he found new girlfriend and stay there almost all the time, I opt not to ask him share. No! Internet is my life for the past 4 months now. I should find way to continue my connection. I will pay whatever the amount that this box will cost. F@#k! gastos na naman!

My vacation is fast approaching (April 2009) but still don’t have enough money. I still have to pack up all the things that I have now and send it to my place via sea cargo before March. It will cost me Dhs. 600 – 700 more. OMG!

My youngest brother is asking me a white rubber shoes (NIKE or ADIDAS daw…). I informed him that I will give it to him on April during my vacation but he cant wait. Mabibitin daw sya sa school. Tulong!

Dubai Financial Crisis that leads to termination, lay-off, unpaid leave, delayed salaries, Grrrrrrr!!!!

Lesson for Today

2009-01-15T08:24:00.000-08:00

“Consider troubles as a challenge to push yourself and crisis as opportunity to grow.” This was the phrase that struck me most during our training this afternoon conducted by our HR Manger – Ms. Rakhi, very effective and convincing speaker that you will opt to listen from start to end.

“In these hard times, we have to be positive and always look forward for a bright future. Always bear in mind that there is always light at the end of the tunnel. If there is life, there is hope. This is the time for us to analyze and evaluate ourselves on how far we exceed guests’ satisfaction and realize how well we work together with our colleagues and the owners of the hotel. This is the time while the occupancy is still low, to get training and be the ready for the next phase of the future.

The hotel is now doing necessary measures to cut operational cost. From energy to supplies and from manpower to system change that could save most. Guests will be checked-in in tower A leaving the tower B empty while the occupancy is still low. The use of electricity, water and other supplies will be monitored closely.

I am very proud that our hotel did not settle to an option that will terminate us, staff.

For the past 2 months I keep on complaining to myself of how global crisis affects me as a person. My source of income gets lesser and yet the demand from my family increases. My vacation is fast approaching and plans did not materialize yet. I keep on thinking on how to get extra income but no to avail. Obligations hit at its highest level when you have the less capacity to settle, whew!

Come what may as the famous line goes. Anyway, I still have food to eat. Let the future decide what I should be and let the problem worries itself. Be optimistic.

Room No. 2229

2009-01-11T11:39:00.000-08:00

It was a lazy night. I was standing at the lobby thinking of the scenes from the porno site that I just discovered earlier of the day. The moves and moans of the actors from the video clips I watched were still clear that makes me up sexually, horny. I was excited to go home and want to visit again the site.

Suddenly, I saw a taxi opening its door. One Arab man on his late 20’s stepped down with small grocery bag on his right hand. Arabs are the sexiest men in the universe. They have these looks that will melt your heart away. I was staring at him while he was entering the hotel fantasizing that he was one of those men doing great moves from the porno site I watched. After going through the revolving glass door, I found out that he was heading towards me. I smiled and greeted him.

“Can you please bring this to my room?” the Arab man instructed me. My fantasy stops. It’s like someone had poured me a bucket of cold water in the middle of a tight sleep. “What a fuck!” Why this young guy is still asking me to place his bag to the room wherein only chips and 2 cans of soda were inside. I get his bag and asked him the room number. “Room Number 2229” he answered.

I walked towards the room with a little disappointment. I am in the middle of fantasizing and suddenly, this sexy hunk will come to ask me to place a small plastic bag to his room. Anyway, I don’t have a choice. My consolation is that he is cute and he might give me a tip after my service.

“See you at the room Sir” I said to him for we are not allowed to use the guest lift. “No, come with me!” he demanded. The door open and we both entered the lift.

“In my place at Saudi Arabia, there are lots of Filipinos. I like them very much” he told me. “Filipinos are very hardworking Sir!” I answered. “No, it’s not only that. I like their looks and their color” he replied. I don’t know what he meant but my heart beats faster. I was thinking that my fantasy will be close to reality. But wait, never in my 3 years in Dubai I give way to this encounter in the place where I work even there were lots of chances. Guests might complain and will do drama that can be a major reason for me to be sent home, empty handed. Worse, they will put me in jail. Homosexuality is not allowed on this side of the world. My heart beats faster as we reached his room.

Room Number 2229. He opened the door with his key and entered the room. I gave him the bag but he requested me to place it inside the fridge. Again, my heartbeat moves faster and faster. I was so nervous, scared and anxious. I opened the door wide but he shut it down. “Oh my God!” I said to myself. I prayed but I forget how to start.

I moved forward to the fridge and kneeled down to put what is inside the bag. I started to put the stuff and then unexpectedly he whispered: “Can you stay for a while.” That was the coldest and sweetest voice I heard for years, but I feel like I was in hell on that moment. I forget everything; I don’t know what is wrong and right. I was tempted. Like Adan and Eve that even warned not to do so, they still disobeyed. He started to touch my legs up to my whole body. I stood up and pushed him to the bed and the rest was history.

You will be shocked to know who became top and bottom on that quick unforgettable experience I had in the room 2229.

After reaching climax he gave me Dhs. 500 or Php. 6,000 which I refused. I enjoyed and was so scared that he might complain me of this.

I walked out from the room with a small towel in the hand. I look like a criminal trying to wipe any evidence that I might create during my stay. Only the security camera on the hallway is the witness. If it will be monitored, I will be busted. Thanks that there are more than 300 security camera in the hotel. I went back to the lobby and stand at the desk, with my heart beating like an engine. I want to cry but I know it can’t help. I want to shout and ask myself why I let it happen, but there was no place to do it. I feel so weak, scared and helpless. I want to go home. I want to go to the Philippines as soon as possible.

to be continued...

Balikbayan Box

2009-01-11T00:01:00.000-08:00

Set to take vacation this April, I was happy that my Balikbayan Box was collected by the Courier company today. Hoping that it will reached it's destination...

Balikbayan Box

Matagal na panahon aking binuno
Upang sa takdang oras ikaw ay mapuno
Personal na mga bagay aking sinantabi
Upang ang gustong pasalubong aking mabili

Sa araw na ito, ikaw ay maglalakbay
Na sa aking isipay laging nakasubaybay
Na sana ay makarating ka, nang buong husay
Upang sa araw ng pagtanggap, ligayay walang humpay

Balikbayan Box ikaw ay tawagin
Puno ng mga bagay na wala sa atin
Simbolo ng pagmamahal na gustong iparating
Sa kapamilyang matagal, na di nakapiling

Sanay masiyahan sa munting nakayanan
At magparamdam kahit sa text man lang
Ang masama ay palaging nakakalimutan
Saka magpasalamat kung silay tatawagan

What Happen? part 3

2009-01-07T20:51:00.000-08:00

I posted 2 blogs entitled “What Happened?” (Part 1 and 2) in October of 2008. The first part I emailed to Manila Gay Guy for advice and had plenty of response not only from the author but from his commenter as well. Today is the 3rd installment of a roller-coaster-ride life experience of my friend Robert on his gender identity crisis. Please read the part 1 and 2 of this post dated October 23 and 25 respectively before proceeding.

My phone beeped as I start my work tonight. It was a text message from Robert, a close friend informing me that he had a drink with Henry.

I distanced myself to Robert since he has his girlfriend, Larcy. Although, every time we were together we keep on discussing our most favorite topic, MEN. I don’t know if it’s right for him but were quite sure that we both like it, fantasizing men.

Henry, 25 joined the company 6 months ago. He is very interesting physically that made me the effort to win his attention. What I like him most is the way he treated me. Text, miss calls and visiting me on my room without hesitation on regular basis were just few of the things he showed me lately, things that you will not expect from a straight guy like him. Nothing happen to us yet, hehehe…. Although we slept together one night but I was too drunk to do my trick. As far as I can remember, he’s the only guy I invited to go out for dinner alone aside from Robert. I feel so insecure to go out with someone whom I knew. It should be a group of 3 or more, or I go out alone.

Back to the text message of Robert that reads: “Jul’s, kainuman ko si Bisaya. Parang delikado, parang may mangyayari…hehehe. I was distracted after reading his message, distracted not out of jealousy but for his girlfriend Larcy whom I know very well. I remember those times that Larcy asked me about the real identity of Robert, if he’s really a gay or not. I did not answer her yes or no, but her love with Robert will cover all his weaknesses even his identity was my advice to her.

“Easy as 1,2,3 lang yan Bert. Kahit di mo lasingin, bumibigay yan. But Bert, isipin mo si Larcy” was my reply to him. He answered “Bahala Na!” I then texted him: “Bert, malaki kana. Alam mo na ano ang tama at mali . Iupdate mo na lang ako bukas, hehehe…” that was our last communication for the night.

To be continued…

5 Reasons of Why Not Taking the Public Bus

2009-01-04T03:33:00.000-08:00

Filipinos are willing to pay for comfort regardless how small their income is. In Dubai, our “kababayans” set a side an adequate amount for taxi fare in case their patience will be put on test to the limit while on the road.

Public buses are still the cheapest and the most famous mode of transportation on this side of the planet. But there are 5 major reasons why most of our “kababayans” opt not to take this.

1. So Slow. The Public Bus in Dubai has 2-3 bus stops for loading and unloading in every kilometer. For a 5-kilometer destination, expect that you will stop for at least 2 minutes in 12-15 stop over along the way. Not to mention the road signs and the traffic that made this gigantic vehicle moves like a turtle.

2. Jam Pack. Since this is the cheapest mode of transportation in Dubai, it is always full not unless during slack period which usually starts at 10:00am to 3:00pm or from late night to early morning.

3. Foul Odor. The buses are fully air-conditioned and pack most of the time. It produces a very bad odor that can give you lung cancer, asthma, etc (heheh...exaggerating!). You can see our “kababayans” covering their mouth with a towel or spraying perfume every 3 minutes to avoid suffocation. They will also find time to smell their clothes after take off and check if the odor inside the bus is not with them.

4. Unreacheable. Not all the streets in Dubai you can find bus stops for you to wait the public bus. Sometimes, it can be your secondary mode of transportation for a single destination because it will not stop on your desired location. Public bus and a taxi to reach a single destination is usual routine of some people working here in Dubai.

5. Turn-Off. If you have a date, don’t take a public bus. Definitely, he/she will turn you down after the ride. If you have a meeting at specific point and at specific time, you have to plan it out in advance if you are planning to take a pubic bus. Spare 1 ½ hours for a 5-6 kilometer destination.

Dubai Road and Transport Authority impose excessive fines for private vehicle that will transport taxi passengers. But still, countless of them are present on the major streets of Dubai. Private drivers with their private vehicles are not afraid of the fines because the demand is quite high. In fact car lift, as what they called is more convenient and more affordable than those taxis. You can even hire them regularly if you need.

In the 1st quarter of 2010, metro railway will be opened. This can ease not only the traffic of Dubai but also the burdens that commuters are facing every time they took the public bus.

New Year's Gift

2009-01-01T23:43:00.000-08:00

Its official, HR Department had released a memorandum mandating all personnel, Management and Rank & File to: 1st, take their vacation as early as possible; 2nd, mandatory 2 days off in a week to be deducted on leave credits and 3rd, a 15 - 30 days local leave with pay but deductible to leave entitlements. This is much better compared to other companies in Dubai that are now experiencing mass termination, early lay-off, and salary deduction because of the global crisis. Surplus in manpower is too much that they don’t have a choice except to cut it down.

My vacation will be moved 2 months earlier, from May to March of 2009. Plans were reconsidered. I was enrolled for a Basic Photography lesson from January to May but due to this incident, I will cancel it. I was planning to buy a MediaCom and an IPod Music Player but was differed. I want to go to Puerto Galera on Holy Week but will be settled to other place.

Whew! A very good way to start a new year. Happy year of the Ox!

Celebrating New Year!

2009-01-01T23:37:00.000-08:00

I was eating my lunch at McDonalds IBN Batuta Mall of December 31 when I read the news that the ruler of Dubai Sheik Mohammed Al Maktoum urging its citizens not to celebrate the incoming New Year with a big bang. No fireworks and no alcohol will be served during the eve of December 31st in consideration of the Gaza War. As hotelier, I was a bit worried considering the preparations we made for this special night. Entertainers were flown from their country, food has been prepared, restaurant reservations were confirmed and so on and so forth. Thousands of Dirhams were spend to meet guests’ satisfaction.

At 10pm while going to hotel for work, I had the chance to talk to Ms. Theresa, F & B Secretary and informed me that the memorandum from the ruler of Dubai has been lifted. Still, No fireworks and alcohol will be served only indoor.

At 11pm I started my duty and saw guests on their best look to celebrate for the night. When the clock hit 12:00, everybody greeted each other including us, staff. There were no fireworks, only live entertainment and loud music during intervelas. The night was filled with fun and laughter although the celebration did not last for long compared to the past 3 years I celebrated New Year here in Dubai . It seems that everybody feels the tension of Global Crisis; everybody seems hesitant to throw their money away to celebrate.

At 3am, the hotel lobby was already quite. Guests went home while others went straight to their room and sleep. We busy ourselves talking about the year that just passed and the hopes we had for the New Year.

8am I finished my shift and went home. Sleep.

Happy New Year!

Messages on my Inbox

2008-12-31T20:40:00.000-08:00

After 3 years of working together, I received 2 messages from my ultimate crush. Don’t blame him because he just got my email add 2 weeks ago, hehehe! 1st (forwarded message, actually) email was telling me to show love regardless of consequences and the 2nd was, don’t loose hope of pursuing your love. Of all the person he can send, why me I asked him on my reply on his 1st; 2nd was don’t send me forwarded messages because I keep on misinterpreting it. His 2nd was the last email I received from him until this time. I did not talk about it even we see each other in the workplace everyday. I don’t know why. It’s like we were waiting each other to break the ice which I prefer not to initiate because I know that it will not work.

I never got the urge to express my secret because he is straight. Although, he knows from the way I treated him that I have a special feeling. A friend told me that, it is better to love and loose than not loving at all. But our friendship is good enough to cover what others require for a relationship. What matters most is we had loved at all…

Global Crisis

2008-12-23T20:54:00.000-08:00

I was alarmed of the following (due to financial crisis):

That blogger Yanah who work as a Sales Consultant in one of the Real State Company in Sheik Zayed Road did not receive her salary yet for the past 3 months.

That Dennis, a DIFF (Dubai International Film Festival) Volunteer who work as Marketing Executive for an Ad Company for almost 3 years looks for better company since their salary was delayed for a month now due to their company’s collection problems.

That Ronald my roommate for 3 years and now works at Royal Mirage is wondering if he had the right decision of moving.

That our hotel occupancy dropped to 45 – 50% compare to last year’s overbooking on this time of the year.

That our HR Department released a MEMO recommending staff to take a local leave or to go home for as long as 3 months wherein our Manager told last month that no one can take vacation on December.

That performance appraisal was conducted on all Departments. Is this the right time to conduct as such?

That the restaurant reservation staff should help waiters to serve guests in our coffee shop because they don’t have bookings or even inquiry calls.

That the transportation department removed the 6 routes of Staff Bus that will go to Karama and IBN Shopping Mall.

That your Boss will expect too much from you wherein there is nothing to do because of very low occupancy.

That tonight, Christmas Eve, the Security Department will raid the Staff Village and whoever caught drinking alcohol will automatically get his one way ticket to his homeland and will never get the chance of going back for work. Etc., etc., etc….

Whew! What a season to celebrate.

Merry Christmas to my family in the Philippines ! Hope that they will realize the situation here and stop asking for more “padala”.

DIFF Volunteer Party

2008-12-23T20:45:00.000-08:00

Last night was the DIFF Volunteer Party. I am expecting that it would be a tiresome activity since I don’t have someone to smash the dance floor with. I was thinking of going to place, take the Certification of Appreciation, drink and go home immediately.

As I enter (30 mins. late) the venue which was held at TEYALI Tent of Mina Asalam, the mood was merry enough in order for me not to feel insecure. Every one was busy chatting and taking pictures. A very friendly waiter immediately approached me with a drink and I took a glass of Pineapple Juice from his tray. I was sorry to be informed that there is no alcohol drinks for the night. I went straight to the registration desk and took my certification. I saw 2-3 Filipinos on the place and a simple hello is too much for us to give each other. I don’t know why, maybe because of our pride. I stood in one corner and luckily, one Filipino from an Ad Company who was also a volunteer approached me and break the ice. We had a small talk and after a few minutes, pictures and video clips of volunteers during the DIFF were played on the overhead projector, messages from key personalities, group picture taking and awarding of best volunteers follow through.

The dance music was played and most of the attendees hit the dance floor. I feel so old to join them. I sat near the registration desk and happily watching beautiful ladies and gorgeous men of different nationalities dancing on the latest house music of Arab, Indian, and English songs. Suddenly, one lady on her Abaya (local) approached me with a beautiful smile and asked, “Sir! I cannot find my certification”. I looked back at the table and find out that no one is manning the distribution of certification. Although I was not assigned to do it, I stand up, go over the certification and helped the young lady. Luckily, we found it.

On the next 3 hours I found myself enjoying the beat of the music, dance a bit (on the registration desk) and at the same time helping the committee to distribute the certificates. I feel so overwhelmed and satisfied. I don’t have anybody with me at the party but the help I extend to the event was awesome and made me happy. A big surprised came, Mr. Bob McCarthy DIFF Manager of Volunteer approached me and shook my hand and said, “Thank you so much for staying. I really appreciate your help!” Wow! I never expect to hear that from a soft spoken and very humble British expat managing the 500 volunteers for DIFF. it’s like I won the “star of the night.”

I left the place at almost 11pm. I did not expect that I will stay for that long. I went home with a smile and a big heart. All the hardships that I encountered on volunteering were paid off not for the food vouchers they gave nor the certification or the party, but the smile I saw from the faces of those people I helped.

Until next year for the 6th Dubai International Film Festival!

Eureka!!!

2008-12-22T23:55:00.000-08:00

I’m happy like Christmas!” exclaimed by Misterhubs when he received an appreciation letter from E of the Chronicles of E. Same feeling that I had today. Why? Because my long time friend - Jon found someone that will take care of him, a boyfriend.

The 37 year old high ranking official of PNP (Philippine National Police) with one 15 year old daughter proudly confirmed it to me over chat this afternoon. Our conversation was smooth as silk and shared common interest. “Sayang!” and we have to cut it short because he will go to work. I was amazed of his stories and looking forward to meet him in person.

I’m happy with Jon. Hope that their relationship will last long. “Kailan kaya ako makahanap?”

Sigh.

My DIFF Experience

2008-12-17T13:34:00.000-08:00

For 28 years of living on this world, the last 4 days was my closest encounter with the stars. Although they were not famous, except for Nicholas Cage (Hollywood Actor) most of them are, on their own country. I was able to meet and greet with film production team and its actors came from different side of the world for the 5th Dubai International Film Festival.

I joined them as a volunteer from December 14 – 17 from 9:00am to 3:00pm as an Admin Crew. Basically, I supplied newsletter and other reading materials for the day to all the Departments that includes press & media, industry office, film market, etc. and to all screening venues like Madinat Theatre, Mall of Emirates, Dubai Festival City, and IBN Batuta Mall. We also visited Al Qasr and Mina Asalam – two of the most famous hotels in Dubai where the participants stayed to provide necessities to the hospitality desk that the festival provided for them. Although the task requires big effort, the whole experience was amazing. I was able to work harmoniously to more than 10 different nationalities that needs me to communicate in English the whole time plus I discover new places.

I worked with very hardworking Indians, Ms. Vanessa and Mr. Vishal in an office where Bob McCarthy, British – Manager of Volunteers and other key personalities also working. Every now and then I go out to check if the supplies are still enough on each offices and the same time greet them with my warmest smile that made me more confident to myself.

See you next year for the 6th Dubai International Film Festival!

Busy, busyhan....

2008-12-11T21:02:00.000-08:00

I made this post (save it on my files) a week ago. Unfortunately, I got the chance to post it online only today because I am OFF and was so busy from the past few days...

12 hours is my time to work. It includes my whole shift, preparing myself and the transportation going back and forth. 6 hours or less for sleeping and the remaining 6 hours are for my personal stuff. I spend it going to gym but not regularly; to church but not often; socialization to others occasionally; and mostly internet. Basically, 24 hours is not enough for me to finish what I think to be done in a day.

Time management is what experts are telling me to achieve goals. I tried reading books and other related articles to equip me on battling my poor time management. There are some that I applied for months now and some were just add on to my confusions because of their contradicting views. What if, you think that your time is not enough and you still want to push yourself to the limit or beyond? When is enough and when is not?

Come May 2009 is my 4th year in Dubai. For those years, I found out that my life is just simply boring. I earn and I spend. I don’t even have savings except, that I financed my sister’s medical expenses on her last few months on earth and her burial last February 2007; my brother’s college who got his girlfriend pregnant after his graduation and of course my monthly “padala” that is always not enough according to them. I go out once and a while (to buy pleasure but not sex) but at the end of the day, you will ask yourself if it’s worth your time and money.

On my desire to give twist on my daily schedule, I volunteered for the 5th Dubai International Film Festival. We had our first meeting last December 3 and I will start my work on December 10. I committed 6 hours daily for 8 consecutive days to them for free. Is this worthy? I don’t know, but it is “no retreat, no surrender” since I already signed the contract with them.

In addition, I met the President of Lightform Photography Club last December 5 at Zabeel Park. I enrolled for Basic Photography Course that they will start this January 2009. I feel great! I saw new faces and met my online friend (blogger) in the place whom I just knew, Yanah.

These new endeavors in my life would mean a lot to me although I feel hesitant if I can handle it smoothly and responsibly. Regular activities might be sacrificed and big adjustments are needed for my plans to work. I am hoping that everything will go to its proper place on its proper time as planned.

“Kung gusto may paraan. Kapag ayaw may dahilan.”

5th Dubai International Film Festival

2008-12-11T20:53:00.000-08:00

When Manny Pacquiao knocked out Oscar Dela Hoya on the 8th round of their professional boxing in Las Vegas , Dela Hoya reacted: “My heart still wants to fight but my body did not respond to it.” Hurting, right?

I was on the same feeling when I attended my first training for the 5th Dubai International Film Festival at Madinat Jumeirah, Mina Asalam. I know by heart that I want this not for the freebies but for the experience that will make me happy, proud and better person from this challenge.

The whole training was not organized as most of them were busy preparing for the main event. The worst part was everybody talks English effortlessly. Basically, I was on myself alone coz I was not able to find individual approachable enough for me to be with. I feel so helpless and so hesitant to express my feeling because of my poor communication skills. Everything was new to me. My heart is begging me to press on but was so insecure to move on the next step. At the end, I went home with frustrations. I did not make it on the position that I wanted because of insecurity. They knocked me out!

HIV / AIDS

2008-12-01T20:33:00.000-08:00

I first (and the last as of this time) met a person with HIV / AIDS was in October of 1994. Ms. Sarah Jane Salazar visited our school to educate high school students about the disease. Even though I was just 14 then, the message was so clear – that HIV / AIDS cannot be cured and will kill you once infected.

14 was the start of my active sex life. At that age, I visit Movie Houses almost twice a week just to satisfy my needs. When I was asked why I came home late, I just answered school project. When my elder sister asked me why I have plenty of money (from my clients, hehehe…), I just answered from “PALUWAGAN.”

14 years later, the Chronicles of E BlogSpot crossed my PC’s screen. Unlike Sarah that I saw in person, E wasn’t. But his thoughts and experiences were so interesting, informative, and real that help me broaden my knowledge. He can even give you a personalize message if you need. I wonder, of all the people, why he was infected when he is so smart, intelligent and well rounded person.

14% is my doubt that I might get the virus because of my past experiences but the remaining 86% is sure that I’m not. My Medical Clearance, a requirement to work abroad, will prove that.

What if time will come that I will be infected of this deadly disease, can I handle my life peacefully as what E is doing now? Or I will just jump in the building to kill myself. HIV / AIDS will come to you on your least expected time, you can’t tell. “Sino ba ang may gusto nito? Ikaw, gusto mo?!”

Christmas on the Air!

2008-12-01T09:38:00.000-08:00

Shit, pasko na! that was I told to myself (secretly) as I heard the choir singing a Christmas Carol on their final song. I attended Sunday Mass yesterday and decided to seat away from my friends and colleagues so that I cam concentrate well. I get so emotional, sad, and helpless.

Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. And for this incoming festive season, I will celebrate it lesser because I am here in Dubai. I am far from my family and from my beloved country, Philippines – the longest Christmas celebration you can find in the world.

The song was (to the tune of: “O little town of Bethlehem 1st Melody)

This Advent we await God’s reign
When greed and hate shall cease
And kindness dwells in human hearts
And all of us find peace.

O God of holiness and grace,
Illuminate this hour
With hope that we shall see Christ’s face
When he returns with power …

Dhs. 500 note... to take or not to take?

2008-11-25T03:31:00.000-08:00

While escorting the guest towards his room, I found a Dhs. 500 (Php. 6,500) note on the floor. “I will sort it out Sir through our security camera” I said to the guest as I bend down to take it. “Yes, you should!” he replied on his amazement.
We reached his room and gave my ample service. I stepped out from the room (Indians seldom give tips…) and bid farewell greetings to him. Now, what should I do on the money?

I called immediately my very good friend Ivy and inform my roommate Bobby of the matter to seek advice. They gave me options but the decision will be mine.

Hope, I had the right choice. I keep the money, hahahaha….!!!

Atlantis Palm Dubai

2008-11-20T21:00:00.000-08:00

Amazed, entertained and stunned as I watched the different colours of huge fireworks in the sky. November 21 at around 12:20am I witnessed the fireworks extravaganza as the finale of the Grand Opening of Atlantis Palm, Dubai. It was dubbed as the most expensive private party that this world can offer. Although I was 1 kilometre away from the actual location of the hotel, the excitement and joy brought to us together with other hundreds of spectators was remarkable.
No need to write more on this experience because there are thousands in GOOGLE..

To Use or Not to Use!

2008-11-19T01:23:00.000-08:00

I applied for a credit card last month and after a week it was delivered on my doorstep. On the process I received a call for background checking. I’m quite amazed that the person (Filipino) on the line was telling me to lie if incase other party will call again to do the same procedure. He told me that we met in person and I showed him the original copy of my passport and my pay slip even though we did not. Hahahaha!!! But he was so helpful and he will maximize my credit limit even beyond against my salary.
Anyway, the credit card is on my hand for a month now and I feel so hesitant to use it. I even received a call by that Filipino who processed asking me to utilize it and giving me advice how to withdraw cash with less interest. Again, I was amazed. How can they trust people this easy? Maybe, I was just paranoid. It’s too hard to get a credit card in the Philippines and you need tens of identification before a single purchase.

I want to swipe a DSLR Camera that would cost me Dhs. 3,600 or US $ 1,000.00 on my first transaction although I have already a point and shoot DigiCam. I really wanted to pursue my love in Photography but my incoming vacation this April is holding me back to do so. I need enough “BAON” to the Philippines very badly.

Well, the last decision will be mine. I am now browsing the net on how to use the Credit Card wisely because I want a gift for myself this Christmas. Here are some tips:
1. Pay your bills as soon as they arrive.
2. Try to pay more than the minimum balance.
3. Use only one rewards card.
4. Transfer higher-rate balances to a lower-rate card, then stop using the higher-rate card.

Source: ehow.com

OUTRAGE!

2008-11-18T02:25:00.000-08:00

this will be my new source of information. thanks to chronicles of e, this will be a very big help. "kapag may knowledge, may power!"

and the best part is,....its for FREEEEE!!!!!

http://www.outragemag.com

My Buhay Dubai - Read On!

2008-11-14T23:15:00.000-08:00

it was on my inbox today from a colleague... thought proviking, hard hitting and 100% true. sana mabasa ng mga kamag-anak ko sa pinas...

HAY BUHAY ABROAD TALAGA
A friend named " Mae ng Ni" posted this.
Lahat ng sinabi niya nakakatuwa at totoo, tiyak makakarelate ka.

Akala ng mga tao na nasa Pilipinas kapag nasa DUBAI ka akala nila madami ka ng pera ng langis. Ang totoo, madami
kang utang, dahil credit card lahat ang gamit mo sa pagbili mo ng mga gamit mo. Kailangan mo gumamit ng credit card Kasi naubus na ang cash pinadala sa pinas,
kase pag hindi ka nagpadala, iisipin nila nakalimutan mo na sila.

Akala nila mayaman ka at marami kang pera kasi buwan-buwan libo-libo padala mo walang palya at kapag pumalya iisipin nila baka nagbisyo ka na o may sinusustentuhang iba. Hindi nila alam food allowance na lang ang natitira sayo at pag kinulang pa umuutang pa at lista muna sa malapit na bakala.

Pag may okasyon sa pinas birthday, fiesta, anniversary, pasko, new year, at iba pa, padala ka agad panghanda sarap ng kainan nila, di nila alam ikaw tiyaga sa budget meal, kapsa, noodles o de lata at itlog na nakakabutlig na ng balat, hay naku!

Akala ni Tatay, Nanay, Ate, Kuya, anak, mga pamangkin at iba pa namumulot ka ng pera sa Dubai kada may problema text kaagad, kumusta sa una sa bandang huli kelangan ng ng pera! Hay naku…nakaka-alergic na ang text sa roaming puro gastos…minsan padala ka pa ng load! Load mo nga utang pa Pana! Hay naku bakit ba nauso pa yan dagdag gastos lang talaga at pag di ka pa reply aawayin ka pa!

Akala nila masarap maging OFW at tinatawag na bagong bayani….naku mas masarap pa yong nasa pinas na sa katas ni bagong bayani ay syang umaani! Utang sa DUBAI lalong dumarami.

Akala nila masarap sa DUBAI di nila alam di ka na nga makauwi kasi roundtrip tiket kina-cash pa mapadala lang at ibayad sa utang.

Akala nila sosyal ka na kulay ng buhok mo uso pa at naka-highlight pa, di nila alam buhok mo namumuti na sa stress at problema at pag minalas pa nalalagas pa!

Akala nila masarap sa DUBAI kasi pag-uwi mo mestiso ka, maputi at mamula-mula ang balat mo, di nila alam babad ka sa opisina at kulong sa bahay mo dahil no choice ka, mga kapit bahay mo di mo kaano-ano, walang paki-alaman at kung lalabas ka sunog ang balat mo, init ng araw sobra!

Akala nila mayaman ka na kase may kotse ka na. Di nila alam hulugan pa ito!

Ang totoo, kapag hindi ka bumili ng kotse sa dubai
maglalakad ka ng milya-milya sa ilalim ng init ng araw o kaya sa winter na kasama ang asawa mo dito sa dubai .. O kaya naman tiyaga kang mag –abang ng RTA Bus or Coaster na ubod ng babaho ng mga pasahero at pagbaba mo amoy putok ka na rin, grabe! Walang jeepney, tricycle o padyak sa dubai .. madami mga indianao, Bangladesh na driver na ubod ng baho. Pag minalas ka paskitani na taxi driver na rapist pa!

Akala nila masaya ka kase nagpadala ka ng picture mo sa Burj Al Arab, Desert Safari, mall of emirates, Atlantis, Al Mamzar Beach, at iba
pang attractions. Ang totoo, kailangan mo ngumiti kase minsan minsan ka lang makakapicture para mapadala mo sa mga mahal mo sa buhay.

Akala nila malaki na ang kinikita mo kase dirham na sweldo mo. Ang totoo, medyo malaki pagpinalit mo ng peso, pero
dirham din ang gastos mo sa dubai . Ibig sabihin ang dirham mong kinita sa presyong dirham mo din gagastusin.
Ang P15.00 na sardinas sa Pilipinas AED3.00 sa Dubai , ang isang pakete ng sigarilyo sa pilipinas P40.00, sa
Dubai AED 6.50, alangan namang puro cafeteria food ang kakainin mo aba mamatay ka sa highblood o heap nyan kasi nga umaapaw na sa mantika madumi pa! Mga kadiri , kaya lang pag naubusan ka ng pera no choice you have to take the risk .

Akala nila buhay milyonaryo ka na kase ang ganda ng bahay at kotse mo.nag pa-lypo kay calayan at nagparetoke kay vicky belo, Ang totoo nag loan ka lang sa Mashreq ,HSBC o CITIbank na huhulugan mo ng limang taon. Ibig sabihin, alipin ka ng bahay at kotse mo at ng luho mo at ng bansang ito !!kasi nga magloan ba naman dahil sa luho bwahahaha!

Madaming naghahangad na makarating sa Dubai . Lalo na mga nurses at mga medsec at eto pa pati cleaners, mahirap maging normal na manggagawa sa Pilipinas. Madalas pagod ka sa trabaho. Pag dating ng sweldo mo, kulang pa sa pagkain mo. Pero ganun
din sa ibang bansa katulad lalo na kaya sa Dubai madaming outlet ng stress mo !kasi walang bawal!!! . Hindi ibig sabihin dirham na ang
sweldo mo, yayaman ka na, kailangan mo ding magbanat ng buto para mabuhay ka sa ibang bansa.

Isang malaking sakripisyo ang pag alis mo sa bansang
pinagsilangan at malungkot iwanan ang
mga mahal mo sa buhay.Hindi pinupulot
ang pera dito o pinipitas o iniigib. Hindi ako
naninira ng pangarap, gusto ko lang
buksan ang bintana ng katotohanan.

Mahirap mangibang bayan…sino ba ang may kasalanan na iwan sariling bayan?

Manilbihan sa dayuhan at malayo sa pamilya ay may kahirapan.

Hangga't may pinay DH na nangingibang bayan na simbolo ng ating kahirapan, kawawang bayan ni Juan patuloy na mapag-iiwanan.

Kaya Juan iwan ka ng pera para sayo, para sa kinabukasan mo!

Project Runaway Philippines

2008-11-14T21:52:00.000-08:00

The best thing in blog is that you can have the latest information you can get of your interest. There are thousand of ways you can look for answers but a blogger touch can penetrate his/her feelings on the specific subject to their readers as you go along.

That was I felt as I read the blogs of AJ of “Bakla Ako, May Reklamo ?” about the Project Runaway Philippines. I know that he also loved the program more than I do. I had been following this over youtube or Pinoy Channel and checking wikipedia regularly if in case downloading of the said program was delayed. I even read every comment posted after each clip under sweetproject (the most comprehensive) account in youtube. There was a viewer who commented 3 days before the announcement of winner that Philip won and I thought it was true. I am base in Dubai and internet is my only way.

Not until November 14 at 11:00pm as I read AJ’s blog dated November 13.

! Aries Lagat, the 25-year old designer from Ozamis City became the first Project Runaway Philippines winner. The designer that annoyed me since episode 1 because of his attitude towards other contestants, but his creations was very competent though. I almost forgot that this is a competition of fashion designers and not for Big Brother where wit and charm is an ultimate requirement. I love Philip more than Aries and Veejay but the runway proves that Aries has F1 race car while the others use jeepney and “kalesa” on the ramp. Much more on “Bakla Ako, May Reklamo?”

Congrats Aries!

By the way, your Mom’s sister is also annoying, hehehe..! her reaction after your showcase in the runway was also unpleasant, kidding

Lulu Island Resort - Abu Dhabi, UAE

2008-11-14T13:27:00.000-08:00

May 9 2008 we went to abu dhabi to visit the much talk of the town LULU Island Resort. An 1,050 acre man made island coast off to Abu Dhabi completed in 1992. After several plans which were subsequently dropped, the island is now being developed as a mixed commercial and residential project. It was rumored that Lulu Island was going to be a tourist’s destination for a Disney theme park during the mid 90’s.

We reached the place only to find out that it was under renovation and close for public use. We decided to go to the nearby beach in the place and ate our lunch. The incoveience brought by the heat of the sun made the group to decide to come back to Dubai and spend the rest of the day at Wild Wadi Water Theme Park. Whew! What a waste of time, money, effort, etc. Nevertheless, we had fun at the water park especially to those first timers. Duh!!! That was my 4th time. We end the day eating the rest of our “baon” at our accommodation lawn.Last November 2, 2008. After 5 months, the same group are now again heading to the place to where gave as disappointment. To Lulu Island Resort in Abu Dhabi.

We travelled for 2hours and a half from Dubai to Abu Dhabi because our driver doesn’t know the way. I called a staff from the resort and he gave me the information on how to reach the place. And wallah! Here we are… sun, sea, sand. FUN, FUN, FUN!!!

Christmas Gift 2008

2008-11-14T04:10:00.000-08:00

I am saving to buy myself a gift this coming Christmas and that is… a DSLR Camera! The choices are:
Canon EOS450
or
Nikon D60
As of this time, my saving is not enough but I am determined to do any possible option to have it like… using my Credit Card! Hahaha..!!!

And on January 9, 2009 I was schedule to attend my first Basic Photography Lesson here in Dubai for a very minimal cost. I hope I can get the slot because it is very limited as what the President of Lightform (a group of Filipino Photographers in Dubai) told me.

Good Luck to me!

The Chronicles of E

2008-11-03T23:51:00.001-08:00

It was after lunch of October 31st when a very good blog, The Chronicles of E crossed the screen of my computer. I find it on the links of The McVie Show Season 7, my most visited blog site in the internet. I get interested to read his latest blog entitled “Malate” although it was too long because it’s place that I am planning to visit on my vacation this April.

After reading, I find my self reading on the previous 3 blogs right there and then and still craving for more. The author was very good story teller and he used words that were very easy to understand. I also love those who gave their comments right after each blog and the graphic attached to it, pretty cool! Simple and yet bold. And later, I print his 9-10 previous blogs that took me almost a hundred pages. I was hooked.

Happy, inspired, enlightened while reading…

Chow!

One of the Tallest!

2008-11-03T03:36:00.000-08:00

Here are my own shots of one of the tallest flag stand in the world located in the capital of UAE, Abu Dhabi. The flag stands at 123 meters and flies a flag measuring 20x40 meters. It was classified (in 2002) in the Guines World Record as the World's Tallest Unsupotted Flagpole.

Ana Ivanovic, WOW!!!

2008-10-28T22:05:00.000-07:00

I was stunned when I met in person the former world’s #1 and currently world’s #4 tennis player Ms. Ana Ivanovic of Serbia. He answered me her sincere “thank you” with sweet smile as we welcome her in our hotel last night. We are not allowed to take photos with her, I dont have the proof to prove my say. Anyway...

OMG! She is very beautiful and tall. The most beautiful I saw in person for years now. He has strong aura of kindness and humbleness (first impression last).

Chow!

Shout for Joy!

2008-10-25T21:49:00.000-07:00

I almost shout for joy and jump for excitement when I knew that my most hated colleague was terminated. And, it is not only me who was very happy about what happened but the majority of our team members too.

This colleague is very selfish, greedy, arrogant and rude almost all the time we’ve been working together. I am not talking to him for months now and keep on praying that we will be working on different shift because he really ruins my day every time I see him. We tried to report his inhuman character to our supervisors but it seems that his luck is still at his hands until last Saturday.

I feel so comfortable working during his 45 days vacation from the whole month of September until mid of October this year. I get more relaxed when he works on different shift when he came after vacation. But last week, he requested from our Supervisor to be on my shift that makes me feel so bad because it was granted. I went to church and prayed for him that we will be having an acceptable working condition when he comes to duty.

Last Monday, was his first duty with me from his vacation. As usual, he made us suffer of his unworthiness. The following day he was requested not to come for work and last Saturday, the judgment day, he was terminated together with 3 others for making a monkey business.

I almost shout for joy and jump for excitement when I knew it. But part of my heart is asking me, is he really deserve the punishment? He has family that depends on him too like me.

It is really true that you will see the value of a person / thing when it is gone. Hope that this incident will teach me a lesson and be prepared of the challenges to come.

Good luck!

What Happened? Part 2

2008-10-25T00:49:00.000-07:00

I was happy to find out that Manila Gay Guy had chosen my letter to be posted on his blog site. It was entitled Dubai Dilemma under letters. I was overwhelmed by the comments of the readers and helped me more or less.

The following is the Part 2 of my letter to Manila Gay Guy and at this time I am not hoping him to post it on his site. Chow!

Dear Migs,

Thank you very much for posting my letter. I was not expecting that you will post it but it was a blessing because I received some advice from our gay friends. I did a mistake on the names because I’m trying to hide the real name of my friend, but it is among the two.

I feel inferior after I suck cock. That’s why for the last 7 years or more I did not do it when I am not in the influence of alcohol. Maybe that is the main reason why I and Richard go out to find hook ups here in Dubai because we have the same feeling, although we are sleeping in one bed often.

To readers of MGG, please forgive me for being judgemental re: “not sucking ugly men’s cocks”, was misused phrase.

Migs, I want to inform you that Richard’s child was aborted. It was a decision of the couple and not from me. That was what they think the best way to help them on their problem. We only spend almost a thousand Dirham from the process. If they decided to let the girl go home and give birth to the Philippines it would be times 5 the expenses. From Air ticket, company reimbursement for not completing the contract, to travel allowance. I advice them not to kill the child as what our gay friends told me but the last decision was with them. Their finances were the greatest factor of their decision.

I distance myself from Richard not to let him down but to make him more responsible to his girlfriend. I was disappointed with him because his getting wilder this time. I feel him so loud about his being gay to the point he wants to shout it to the whole world. But, when he is with his girlfriend he is so manly. Still, the girl keeps on asking me of Richard’s preference and I did not say yes or no. I just answered her it is part of his weaknesses as a person. I pitted on her.

I am writing this letter on my room while Richard was on the other computer online watching gay porno. He doesn’t know that I am writing you our life experiences that can be read by millions all over the world in the internet. I want to kick him out because I am thinking of his girlfriend. I feel inconvenience from him now. I want him to stay away from me. I want this to be over.

More Power!

MrCens,
Dubai,UAE

Pido Dida!

2008-10-23T22:00:00.000-07:00

Have you ever seen the Filipino film, Pido Dida? A Comedy film starred by late Rene Requistas and Kris Aquino that talk about love and friendship that was a hit on 1990.

If I am Pido in real life my Dida is Maria Fe B. Superar, my childhood friend who is in Korea for work. She is a friend closest to my heart next to my immediate family. We’ve known each other for more than 2 decades and shared moments that can be remembered for a lifetime, both happy and sad. Here are few of thousands crazy moments we had together.

o Bahay Bahayan, Lutu Lutuan. Our most favorite play time activity during childhood years. We were confused who will act as a husband and wife because I always prepare the food while she is always out from our small house to provide our needs.

o Mini Concerts. We always sing songs on a jam packed coliseum with more than 10,000 viewers. When we opened our eyes we found ourselves in the middle of the abandoned house, on the top of the tree or sometimes in the middle of the street during late hours. Imagination really brings you to everywhere you like.

o Instant Sales Agents. One day, we were asked by her Mom to man her ukay-ukay business along NCCC Department Store. We spend our income on buying spaghetti and hamburger and we went to a theme park after. Her Mom did not ask to do the same thing again.

o Exhibitionists. We did orgies trice. We had sex with a man, a lady, a gay together. We were straight acting but purely homosexuals. We go out together like boyfriend/girlfriend but were hoping for a hook up on our kind.

o Fake Superheroes. We organized a party for our close friend Jen on a nearby house together with few other friends. It ended up with a huge trouble. Jen’s brother went on that house and confronts us differently. We try to save our asses but big commotion took place, “rambol, nagtago kami!.” The following night, one of the relatives of ate Jen killed our friend.

A whole book with 13 chapters and 600 pages will not be enough if we will tell our experiences we had together. I can say that most of those were unusual as we are different from the majority. But these differences had brought us from where we are right now.

We might end not to be together but those experiences will keep our friendship forever. We might have our own priorities but knowing each other for long time is priceless. Only time can tell and only future can predicts what awaits us.

To my special abs, may the best man/woman win! Sounds challenging but we are not competing each other. We are just helping each one of us to do more. Chow!

What happened?

2008-10-22T03:19:00.000-07:00

This is my first attempt of sharing my life story to one of my most love bloggers, the Manila Gay Guy.

Dear Migs,

Greetings from Dubai!

I am straight acting gay. I became more discreet here because I was afraid that I might find difficulties to find friends if I will show my other side. I don’t have relatives or even friends that know me that can help if in case they will not accept me. Everything was new to me and everything was so hard pretending to be like others.

After a year since I came, I wake up one morning on my colleague’s arms after a long drinking session. He was Richard, (I thought) a straight acting like me. As far as I can remember he initiated everything. I can still remember how many kiss marks he did to my neck and some parts of my upper body on that time.

We become good friends after. We have so much time together and enjoyed almost every minute of it. We went coffee, clubbing, watch movies, eat together. We sleep together in one single bed and have some intimate moments occasionally. We even attended one orgy session and picked up a man from a dance club and bring him to our room. But were both top, we don’t suck cocks (for ugly men, hehehe..!). I thought, were both gays.

What shocked me most for these past few weeks was his girlfriend, she was pregnant. I allowed him to court the girl because I thought that it is his way to show others his masculinity. I was shocked because he fucked a lady, gets pregnant and the worse is they are in Dubai. Getting pregnant here in Dubai before marriage is a crime. They will put you in jail for several months and will be subjected for deportation.

When I confronted Richard of what had happened, he just answered me “napasubo.” Migs, although I am not directly involve on the situation, but I cared so much for them. They both my friends and I don’t want them make a step that will add on their problems. Please help.

Migs, these are my concerns that needs to be settled ASAP

1. Were planning to abort the child before it’s too late, is it right?

2. Not all knows that they are into relationships; they decided to hide it because they were tease by people here. They know Robert that is gay. The girlfriend is suspecting now that Richard is really gay and she asked me if it’s true. Do I tell her the truth?

3. Should I distance myself from Richard? He needs me more this time.

4. And lastly, why this happened? A straight lady deserves a straight man, quoted from your previous blogs.

MrCens
Dubai, UAE

My 4th Dessert Safari Experience

2008-10-17T21:43:00.000-07:00

Last Thursday was my 4th (i hope it will be the last) Dessert Safari Experience I had here in Dubai. What is the best thing on all those experiences was I did it for FREE, hehehe...! Yes all were complimentary. From tour operators; a friend who celebrate especial occassion and a gift from the company for a well job done.

What was memorable of this activity eventhough I am only with Nino (collegue) was, we were able to gain new friends.

Karim, our Driver (in Kundura). A very friendly and outspoken (in English of course) Emirati who had a Filipino wife from Digos Davao Del Norte. Not only driver but he gave us very interesting informations about Dubai.

Cleo from Ireland (the Lady in White). A Marketing and Events Manager. She was send by her company to Dubai to discover the place and make events here in the future. A very successful young lady and yet very kind and pleasing.

Alessandro from Italy (the man in Blue). A banker who loves to travel once a year. A soft spoken and very humble gentlema. He also shared his experinces and showed interest on our own stories.

Flashback

2008-10-12T04:11:00.000-07:00

I was checking my documents and found out there was experiences that i wrote down. Maybe this one is worth to post on my blogs. It happend maybe between 1st to 3rd week of October 2008. Here it goes...

For the past 2 weeks since I knew that my dad is in the hospital, I keep calling my family almost everyday to keep me updated on the situation. Today, I was informed of my sister Bhebang that the result of the check-up that he just did was ok and he can go out from the hospital anytime.

I was so happy of the news and was so thankful that I helped my family a lot especially on these challenging moments of life. I am very thankful because I am here in Dubai and raising money for hospitalization is not so hard than working in my country.

Last 2 years my sister Gina died from her heart ailment. She wrote a letter (maybe the last letter of her life) to me thanking for the financial support I extended. Her death was the most devastated event of my life so far although there was a part of my heart saying that I should be happy because she will have rest in peace. Since I was young, I keep on thinking of ways how should I give happiness to my entire family. And missing her will be forever that means were not complete anymore. But I realize that her death would not mean the end of the world. Life is beautiful and should be enjoyed to the fullest. Her memories will be forever and we will not stop to love each other.

This incident gave me a lesson that no matter what, life must go on and family should come first. Sacrifice. The more you give the more blessings will come. The hospitalization of my father might give me another round of obligations but this is fine. As long as I have, I am willing to give. I am just praying that God will guide me on my work here because my family needs my help.

Unfinished Business

2008-10-11T21:59:00.000-07:00

I was on my way to Karama to have my hair cut when I decided to pass by for a pee at Karama Building . As I entered the toilet, a Filipino guy on his early 30’s just moved backward from the cubicle. I immediately stand before the urinal on the same cubicle and released what I felt for the last 30 minutes of bus ride from our accommodation to the place.

While on the process, I glanced at my back to check if there is somebody waiting for his turn. I was shocked to find out that the guy before me was jerking off while watching his reflection from the mirror. OMG! He has (among Filipinos) the biggest cock I ever saw here in Dubai . We were only two on the place that’s why he’s determined to do his acts freely. I buttoned my pants and wash my hands at the sink while he moved at the side and moaning. I stare at him; he pulled his shorts down on his knees. His buns seem so soft and were flawless and have small hair in between. What was the main attraction was his hard on dick. He went inside to an empty cubicle while asking me to go with him. I paused.

Suddenly 2 men entered: one Indian and a gay Filipino guy looking for his chance. Mr. Hard On closed the cubicle while I moved out from the toilet to avoid inconvenience. I waited for a while outside and saw the 2 men went out. Unluckily, the gay guy saw me waiting. I went back inside the toilet to continue our unfinished business with Mr. Hard On. I pushed slightly the cubicle where he entered and I saw his dick in full strength.

The main door of the toilet opened and a man entered. Fuck! That Pinoy Gay Guy went back. I walked out and went straight to the barber shop nearby.

The incident was still on my mind now and wanting to go home to the Philippines ASAP. If I were in the Philippines, I will not let unfinished business to happen. I will grab every single opportunity that will come and will so to it that repeat business will happen between me and my clients, hehehe….!

Hahahyyyy…!!!

Bangkok (very sad) Love Story..

2008-10-10T19:44:00.000-07:00

I watched this film yesterday over youtube, my only way of wacthing gay related films here in Dubai. The movie was very good and will let you cry.

I read good comments of the film from bloggers of gay community in the Philippines that made me interested of this film. When i found it 2 days ago, i immediately downloaded it. At first, i thought that it is just a waste of time because i have to read quickly just to follow each line. But on the later part, i found myself letting to pause or replay every important scene. I think it reached to 15 times.

Anyway, I will watch this film again next time. It just so good that 2nd time will be sweeter...

Internet, here I am!!!

2008-10-10T03:47:00.000-07:00

After weeks of waiting and shouting of some agents from Etisalat (Dubai’s service provider); at last my internet came. The technical crew just took them less than 15 minutes to install last October 10, 20008. Wow! The breakthrough of mankind is on my hand right in my very own room. But before I enjoy, let me give you these things to be considered:

It will be Dhs. 190 (Php 2,000) per month. I have to cut off some of my expenses to give way of this new obligation.
My center of information. All information can now be reached in one click
The cheapest way of communication to my family in the Philippines.
My most loyal buddy, at least internet or my pc will not back fight if they don’t like what I did.
Health hazardous. This will give me less time to sleep because I’m addicted to it.
My entertainment. All shows that I miss can be viewed over the internet.
My friend, my news anchor, my councillor, my teacher…
etc., etc., etc….

hmmmpp…. It’s time to sleep now. I’ve been hitting the keys for 4 straight hours now (addict). Bye!

Sheikh Rashid Al Maktoum - 5th Most Richest

2008-08-24T00:46:00.000-07:00

When the Forbes had announced the richest man in the world, the first person that crossed my mind is what place will be Sheik Rashid Al Maktoum, Ruler of Dubai, will be. I can’t imagine how much worth his asset because he owns almost all of Dubai. From leading airline to leading hotels up to the biggest island and tallest building in the world, he is the man behind. As I looked over on the list, I was shocked that he was not on the list and was satisfied thinking that he did not declared his asset for security reasons.

Forbes declared Warren Buffett of USA was the richest man in the world with the net worth of $62 billion followed by Carlos Slim Helu & Family of Mexico and third was, William Gates III of USA.

But 3 days ago, my doubt on the richest man was answered by yahoo search engine. Almost every hour they posted a very interesting story that will catch your attention every time you will open their site. Sheik Rashid Al Maktoum, Ruler of Dubai was not on the list of the richest man in the world because he is a member of the royal family. I was amazed to find out that the richest man in the world (ordinary or member of the royal blood) is not from oil producing or super power country, he is from Thailand. Yes! From my neighbour country, Thailand. The following are the richest among the royal blood.

Name	Country	Net Worth in US $
King Bhumibol	Thailand	131 Billion
Sheik Khalifa Al Nayan	UAE	23 Billion
King Abdullah bin Abdul	Saudi Arabia	21 Billion
Sultan Haji Hassanal Bolkiah	Brunei	20 Billion
Sheik Mohamed bin Rashid Al Maktoum	UAE	18 Billion

For the complete list, of course you can find it in the internet.