Extra Super Special Batchoy with Egg

Rumors Have It

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 17:46:00 +0000

I just heard news from the home front in the Batchoy Republic, and rumors have it...

Surprisingly irritating, but amusing.

They say that you should never peek or listen from the keyhole unless you wanna hear about yourself...

But I wanna!

The news from the gossip tree ran the gamut of very creative stories...

From the speculations that I upped and went eloping (WISH!), to the ridiculous statements that I am running away from something/someone (Why would I do that?), to the equally amusing story that I am miserably lonely, hungry and cold, begging on the streets of the Metro ( So very Austen I should say) or the most unimaginative I am dead (Read Gaiman, people!)!

Well, I am sorry to ruin your fantasies people, but I am in fact, alive, well and very much breathing, sorry. You may just have to cut the champagne from flowing, and slowly fold up the party, guys. The Batchoy Boi is hale and healthy, thank you very much!

Thing is, to see is to believe they say, so see for yourselves; and the proof of the pudding is in the eating, too, they say, so here, eat your hearts out suckers!

Alive and Well...
(Insert Evil Laugh Here)

In Full Color!

Does this look Miserable and cold to you?
The last time I checked, it looks rather Hot, I should say!

Well... The truth is out there....

Batchoy is Served!

Well, okay, fine... you can all have one little itty bitty sip of that champagne... Fine! It's true... I'm a bit lonely, but then again... Mwahahahaha!

Photo Credits:

orbitcast.com

Almost!

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 08:18:00 +0000

MEEEEEHNNN!!!

Almost!!!!

I almost forgot one special thing! Oh and by the way, yes, I can not possibly make it a habit to just post one entry every month... oh no! That's a promise I made last time, and I am making good of that promise!

Oh yes! Almost!

I almost fell in love... but no, that's not what I wanna talk about, and that is not what prompted me to make this post, really...

I almost forgot to greet myself, and you Batchoyan Denizens!

The Batchoyan turns one year!!!

One year, 12 months, One big life changing move, 232 posts and counting. Feels like forever guys!

Happy Happy Anniversary to us guys!

Yes! ONE YEAR!

And as some sort of a gift to you guys, let me offer you with a short fiction I have been turning over in my head while I was on the bus on my way home. I know I'm not good with love stories with happy endings, but this will have to do for a celebration. We can't have soggy and torn hearts for an anniversary story can we? Now, let me tell you, guys that, while this one is fiction, it is actually based on something factual.

Yes, I do have amassed a growing collection of 'one earing' from, well, exes, and it actually gets me a bit down at times, because it shows me some sort of an 'inventory' of how many failed relationships I have been through actually. It does depresses me at times, but, well, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do right? The story was actually based on the very glum thoughts I was having and the hopeful wish of finally finding 'THE ONE!' Well, before we get immersed into the 'not-so-pleasant' recollection of past failures, lets get on with the story, shall we?

EARRING

By Luis Batchoy

I know! Technically, it should be always plural, right? It should always be earrings, as they are always a pair; just like pants, scissors, glasses, etcetera... but then again, I am still technically correct, because they are exactly those... earring... one single earring... one stud of a pair. Call it an exception to the exception. I have this growing collection of one earring accumulating in my little box. They were usually my piece of a set that I either buy or was given to me by a long ago 'significant' other. Well, I know it's cheesy but hey, there are those 'broken hearts' key chain that splits up and turns into a complete heart when matched with the other half, right? And I think they are cheesier. Plus, I would rather have these single earrings than have a collection of plain band rings you know! Why keep them when they remind me of such painful things you ask? Well, it is not my practice to return everything when a relationship ends, you see. I find that very immature. What you gave me is mine, and I what I gave you stays yours. That's it! Besides, I have better things to think about, than keeping an inventory of things we gave out to each other, really.

It depresses me at times to see the growing collection. This only means that I have already gone through this much failed relationships already! Plus, their being 'alone' and 'single' thus, incomplete, shouts one very obvious fact: they're like me. Unpaired... and well, practically missing something. I wouldn't say useless, though. I still wear most of them. After all, I am a guy, and I have only my left earlobe pierced. They are still usable. Not entirely useless, I should say. Single, yes, alone, yes, but completely serviceable and very very useful still. As a matter of fact, they can be used, not only as an earring, but pins, button fillers, brooch piece, or tie pins as well. I know I was committing a mistake; a violation of sound dating 'rules' when I wore that aquamarine stud earing as a pin for that date but, really, it looked good with my shirt.
Brendan agreed, really, and he said that it made my smiles brighter, and the sparkle matched the twinkle in my eyes!

Oh, and yes, that was not the only violation I made that night. I stupidly blurted out that the pin/earring was actually an anniversary gift from my ex. He was intently listening and I wasn't able to stop myself from blurting out the lurid details of how that particular earring was a second anniversary gift from him; that the aquamarine was actually my birthstone, and that they were really just synthetic Swarovzki crystals, same with the diamonds surrounding the mounted gem - 24 of them, for each month that we have been together. I also told him that Jonathan and I were together for almost four years, and that, when her Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer, and somehow, miraculously survived, she had promised God to 'offer' him as thanksgiving. So, he entered priesthood, and that was it for us.

I realized that for a first date, it was very very bad to talk about an ex, with such longing and a sigh capping off the story, but the way Jonathan squeezed my hand made me feel that everything was alright now. That is exactly how I felt with Jonathan from then on. I know there were a lot of other 'violations' I committed, but really, it did not matter anymore. No more rule-keeping for this one. In fact, he would even make it a habit to take me on a date to the places that had special meaning to me, by virtue of a past relationship. He would always take my hand when I feel unsure and sometimes washed off by nostalgia when approaching a specific place. He would tell me how we would erase all those painful memories and replace them with nice, shiny happy new ones. Oh, and yes, I broke that rule too! You know: the 'do not have sex on a first date' rule? Now when you ask me how a perfect date should go, Brendan is my answer - that one date where everything really goes wrong, but the person you are dating makes everything just right! Perhaps, it was that for the both of us: the rule is to break rules. Just like the recent rule we broke together. He started it with breaking the 'do not say I love you while having sex' rule, and me following suit with breaking the ' do not believe the I love you's you hear while having sex' rule by saying I love you too.

Now, I'm wearing the same exact shirt I wore the first time we met. It would already be our fourth year anniversary and he has reserved the penthouse for a dinner for two. Year after year, he keeps topping off the past anniversary dinner with something grander. Balloon-filled car, serenade with a violin piece that he painstakingly practiced for months on end, the sunset beach table for two... the works! I absent-mindedly fiddled with the aquamarine earring and finally used it to secure the cute silk tie he got me for my birthday this year. I checked myself in the mirror, and went out the door to meet him.

The evening was enchanting, and the stars were a magical ceiling for our outdoor table. It was perfect. Brendan was there, wearing exactly the same shirt he wore when I first met him. I laughed when I noticed how he bulged off in places. Four wonderful years! He eyed my pin, and gave me a sweet smile. I swear, I light up every time I see his face. I think, we try to outshine each other every time we do this. The meal was perfect. Everything was just romantic. At the end of the meal, I took out a box I meant to give to him as an anniversary gift. Okay! No more crappy earrings this time. I bought sterling silver rings this time. He was beside himself with joy when he saw my gift. He knows I never bought rings for any of my past relationships. Well, he knows a lot about my past relationships, really, including my earring collection. He then got on his knees, offered a box, and as I opened it, he said "Will you marry me?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing!

I opened the box and was amazed to find a single earring. The exact copy of the pin/earring I was wearing. I looked at him, while trying to hold back the deluge in my eyes. "Please, say yes, so you will never have to be alone anymore." I could not quell the happiness that welled inside me. "Yes, of course, I will marry you!" Never again! Never alone!

EPILOGUE:

We just came from the hospital. Little baby Selene was peacefully sleeping in Brendan's arms. She was a perfect bundle of joy, and Brendan really had that soothing effect with her. Not adopting her was completely impossible when he called me 'dada' the moment I held her for the first time. She was completely at peace and no longer bother by the pain she went through a little while back. Well, she must be a young diva, as she craned her neck, as if almost showing the world her newly pierced ears and the fabulous pair of Aquamarine earrings she was wearing!

-END-

There you go, guys... I hope you'd forgive the 'rough draft' quality of the story, but hey, I already told you I am not good with 'happy-endings' in fiction. Again, happy Anniversary to us. Next time I am online, I promise to read back on all your blogposts. Meanwhile, for a real time celebration over coffee.. contact me.... hehehehe... 09189248460! Tah tah!

Photo Credits:

blebblog.blogspot.com
http://www.jewellrygifts.org/earrings

Like a Kinsella

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 12:32:00 +0000

HAPPY SECOND MONTHSARY IN LE MANILLE!

Now I do not want this to be a habit...

Yes! I know! It's been another month, or close to it, since I last posted, but you see, there are so many things to take care of when you have just moved from a lackadaisically, laid back, semi-charmed and positively scrunching life in the Batchoy Republic, to the mad rush and rumble of the big Metro like Manila. I know it shouldn't be a requisite excuse, and I am making it up for you, by posting three new ones all at once. If you kindly click back, you will find two new poems written fresh from the brush with rush in Manila.

The first one is a Hiligaynon poem with a Filipino translation, which may come in time for Halloween. Not that it's scary but, well, come to think of it, scary, yes! Hehehehe. The second one is another one of my attempts at a love poem. I know its not the 'Hallmark' gushy love poem type, but hey, all my decent love poems come out this way. I can not write a love poem unless they are about love, well, technically, still love all right; love unrequitted and lost love that is.... SO much for Shakespearean where art thou's!

Now there should be prose, shouldn't there be? Man does not live on poerty alone, do they? Then there'd be no need for fictionist, essayist, and novelist, will there be? Oh and yes, indeed dear Batchoy Denizens, on the pains of sounding a bit 'girlish,' why, yes, I think, my life right now, sounds like some 'cameo' subplot, subcharacter, from a Sophie Kinsella novel! Dirty details, you say? Hang in there, sunshine! This is gonna be one long post, and yes, but of course, let me try and make it worth your while! Just like an interrupted foreplay, let's start with where we left off, shall we?

HOUSE SWEET HOUSE

I could remember a promise I made last time, to tell you of my house hunt adventure didn't I? Well here goes. The plan was to look for a charming little place where Charm and I could do the split ups for rent and everything. Something nice and cozy, but none too flashy. Something within affordable but not cheap. I really am not good with 'building living.' I do know that it is the 'in' and bachelor-y way to go, but no, I'd rather not go home to a building, floor and unit number.
Charm is a bit stuck with her current bedspace place. She had been staying there forever. She stayed here when she was still in college, so the most natural thing to do, was go back to it when she came back to work in Manila. I could not possibly steal in a night or two there since it was an 'all-girl' thing, and they had strict visitor rules, although the owner has become 'friends' with Charm, by virtue of her having stayed there forever. Thing is, she cannot just up and leave. She was looking for a 'timing' to break the news. However, I got in the way and I wa as pissed as the owner probably was! I slipped and told him (yes its a him technically... a gay HIM!) that I was so sorry to be taking away a good boarder of his. I know, it shouldn't have come from me, but hey, did he expect Charm to stay there with him forever? And besides, Charm told me that from the get go, he knew that soon, Charm would have to move elsewhere baby friendly, because, for the longest time, she was planning to take baby Cherish here for a vacay! Then the landlord went DIVA on me. I was banned from Charm's place! What the...!!! What did I have to do with anything?

Anyhoot... at first I found a room for rent that allowed for weekly transient arrangements. And so the house hunt began while I had temporary lodgings. God was really really really good to us! We were close to have selected a charming little unit in Pasig. It was near my office (Groan... yes! I work in Ortigas, for my official job at least!) but the thing is, it took three rides. A bus, a jeep and finally a trike. This would hike up the monthly fare budget! There was this other place, somewhere near the area, but thing is, it was recommended by Charm's officemate, and just like me, Charm is not so keen on living with co-workers. We have the same lines... "Araw araw na nga kayo magkasama sa trabaho, pati ba naman sa bahay magkakasama pa din kayo?" And so, the nicely priced unit was chucked. Of course there were cheaper areas... but then again... as I have said, we wanted something affordable, not cheap!

And by miracles, it was just actually behind my current temporary boarding house. I saw a poster about a corner away from my place, one day when I went out, and did not bother giving it a try until at least a month! Finally, we went to a go see... and we instantly fell in love with the place. Such a cozy little hovel, with a nicely sized sala, two bedrooms, oh and this was a big big love: A nicely sized bathroom! YES! I DO! While all the other houses had bathroom deficiency problems in terms of space and size for the room that should be most comfortable, as it is called the Comfort Room, and the most Restfull as the term Restroom connotes, this once just had it at a decent size. Not too big to hold a bathtub, or a jaccuzzi, but not to small as to make your knees hit the walls when you do your 'royal duties!' It was a steal, really. Not a one whom I have invited over ever found it costly. They all think that its either a steal, or reasonably priced! It is still a work in progress but sooner or later, Our little "Den of Evil" will be in full opertation in no time at all. Yes, that's what Charm and I call it for now... I suggested Command Center, but she's no sci-fi freak... and neither am I.

Now the God is Good part, you ask? All the three wondeful prospects aside from the current house we have all went down under during the flood that hit the metro. And I stop at that! I do not wanna talk about the flood!

Oh well... Where exactly, you would wonder? Here's a clue... actually, I was frantically looking for a street name, and fancied living or renting out in that particular street name, should I see or locate it, and should there be any vacancies... Charm agrees... but to no avail... Unfortunately, there are no street name in this area that goes something like... Makapugtonghininga Street, Malibog Street, not even a safe Masarap Street, or even just a Makatas Street. The closest was Maalindog Street, which was quite archaic... not even a Magaling (SA KAMA) Street! Hehehehe... Now you know where I live. Oh and yes, this city is the center of all 'centers'. I was just wondering if they have something like a PHILIPPINE ISLE OF LANGERHANS CENTER here, or a PHILIPPINE DUODENUM CENTER.

JOBJOBJOB

Its not a typo or a repition. Yes I do have three jobs. The first one is Corporate, the second Quasi-Academic and the third one Classified. Hehehehehe. Now that explains why I have a luxury of time to blog... hehehehe... aside from the fact that dear old lappie has not yet been attended to. I am enjoying the account. It is very challenging, and, unfortunately, no, there won't be sneaking computer time on the job as the net is very cloistered in this financial account. Thing is, it feels a bit weird to be applying my College degree on this one. Yes, I took out my Mathematics of Investment books and rehashed a bit, and yes, the attrition rate in this account is sky high. All the more exciting, aint it?Oh, and yes, by the way, I do not work for a call center... I work for a bank!

The job interview felt like Survivor. There were so many 'steps' and I watch awed as one by one, applicants get sent off and on their way home, advised to apply atleast after a month! So I got into the competitive vibe, and readied myself knwing well that my "WORLD PEACE" answer just wouldn't work. Here is actually what I answered that I think snagged me the job!

"Well, I think the paradigms have changed, and to be very exact and specific, let us take the sales world as an example. Long time ago, the selling point and psyche was "You need this, and can not possibly live without this," but as I have said, the paradigm has shifted. From the NEED perspective, it has shifted to the WANT perspective, and the tagline goes something like, "Oh yeah, you do not need this to live, but hey, look around you, you are possibly the last one without it." It's more of a "Yeah, you dont have to own this, but if you don't, you won't possibly be in the loop... Now it's up to you..."

Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen!
HEHEHEHEHE

The second job is Quasi academic and I feel like I have said that in the last post already... I tutor part time. I know I shouldnt get too attached and all, but the kids are such sweeties. In fact, my plan to turn my facebook into some steamy cruising account just flew out the window. My Freshman kid just added me up! Sheesh! That is why I resist opening my blog in his laptop... It is for his own good! Besides, the cache dearies, the cache!

The third job is classified... well yes, I still hold that job from my past life... that of part time writer, part time poet, part time dreamer, and yes... hard core, soaked to the bones and full time hopeless romantic... its a job, and a difficult one at that mind you...! As my motto has always said...

"If others can do it, SO WHAT!"

NOW THE KINSELLA!

What's a Kinsella novel with out the love and dating part, right? Right! So, yes, I feel my life is just like a Kinsella novel. I know its not a very male-ish thing to say, since Kinsella's are all chic lit, bubblegum pop, but they're riots. The Undomesticated Goddess is just so so so fun! YES, its what I am reading now... The latest Amy Tan did not as much as thrill me like her past titles... Saving Fish from Drowning was not that great. Well, yeah... Mostly, Kinsella's are Crash and Burn stories, but then again, do not get me wrong, I have went past the CRASH and the BURN part, and now I'm starting the magnificent 'Transformation' part... with a little crash and burn on the sides, so to speak. So, we here we are... the juicy part... LOVE and DATING. Is the BatchoyBoi, getting some? How is it with him in the Romance Department so you ask? Well... As I have said... this is a Kinsella... mind you... Not a Candice Bushnell, a Harold Robbins, or a... well... Barbara Cartland? Ewwww....

And just like a Kinsella, let me answer your question... Yes, I do get some, but there are nights when it gets cold... and just like a Kinsella... go turn the page... for now!!

Tah tah!!!

PHOTO CREDITS:
http://blog.ning.com/2007/10/happy_2nd_birthday_ning.html
http://www.istockphoto.com/stock-illustration-8392730-candy-house.php
http://www.cs.miami.edu/~tptp/Seminars/TPTPetc/TPTPInfrastructure.html
http://booknerves.wordpress.com/2009/03/28/sophie-kinsella-shophaholic-books-free/

When it can

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 12:20:00 +0000

I'm lucky that with the rate my job and life is going here in Manila, inspiration still hits me, and some poem proliferates my brains... Thank the muses! Here's another one I wrote while braving the rush hour traffic! ENJOY!

ENSLAVEMENT
By Luis Batchoy

Amazing how words and phrases
Mutate,
Taking alternate meanings
And perhaps,
Lives,
When enslaved by four
Squiggly little punctuations
Called quotation marks.
How they become
Dramatic,
Emphatic, and even,
Scary, and at times,
Hilarious or even
Hysterical,
Drawing attention to themselves.
More so, when spoken,
With that little twitchy gesture
Of index and middle fingers
Of both hands.
So much like you and me,
When that squiggly word
"Commitment"
Was introduced to the scenario.
Above mentioned word
Enslaved
In quotations,
For emphasis and hysterics,
Poetic device cited as a reason.

Photo Credits:

http://www.copyblogger.com/quotations/

Poetry in Manile, Halloween edition

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 11:56:00 +0000

This is the first poem I wrote when I came to Manila... Oh and its just in time for the Halloween! Enjoy!

PAGPAANDAM SANG ISA KA ASWANG NGA NANGLATAS SA MANILA
PARA SA HIGALA NGA NABILIN SA PROBINSYA
Ni Luis Batchoy

Ayaw na paghanduma, higala,
Nga magpasimpalad diri sa Manila.
Kagab-i pag ugsad kang bulan,
Nagsupog gid akun pagkagabunan.
Gani, sa duro tawo, ako nagpangpanglatas.
Tuya sa Malate naglupad paspas.
Apang ang tuyo sa pagpangyanggaw
Gilayon gid nga naalimunaw
Sa kadulom sang kagab-ihon
Sila ya ang nagakinan-anay sa tunga sang dalanon.
Abaw nasal-an pa takun, patron nga dalangpan,
Kay ginduludamulas kag dayun gin ludhan.
Gani dya na lang kaw sa atun pambiktima,
Hinali ako makauli, binli lang ko, ayaw pag ubusa.
Kay sa matyag ko mas masupog sila diri,
Ako ang nayanggaw, kag daw wala na gani ako atay!

BABALA NG ISANG ASWANG NA NANGLATAS SA MANILA
PARA SA KAIBIGAN NA NAIWAN SA PROBINSYA
Ni Luis Batchoy

Huwag mo nang pangarapin, kaibigan,
Na makipagsapalaran dito sa Manila.
Kagabi, pag bilog ng buwan,
Nagsupog talaga ang aking pagka gabunan.
Kaya't sa maraming tao, alo nanglatas.
Dun sa Malate, lumipad ng mabilis
Upag ang layuning mangyanggaw
Agad namang nagunaw.
Sa dilim ng gabi
Sila sila ang nagkakainan sa gitna ng daan.
Aba't napagkamalan pa akong patron na takbuhan,
Kasi hinapulas ako't dagling niluhuran.
Kaya, dyan ka na lang sa atin mamiktima,
Kung sakaling makauwi ako, tirhan mo na lang ako't wag mong ubusin.
Kasi pakiramdam ko, mas masupog sila dito,
Ako ang nayanggaw, at parang wala na akong atay.

PS: Bakit kaya pag sinabing Aswang, ang automatic na pumapasok sa mga utak ng mga tao ay manananggal? Andami kayang Aswang na iba!

P.S sa P.S: Ang iba sa kanila, nakaupo sa pwesto!

Photo Credits:
http://www.pinoyexchange.com/forums/showthread.php?t=410887&page=60
http://www.advancedphotoshop.co.uk/show_image.php?imageID=7152

NOW SERVING LE MANILE

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 13:57:00 +0000

Thes es et!

The batchoyan has now opened its very first branch outside Iloilo. The batchoyan now serves Le Manile!

Yes, batchoy denizens, and sorry for the long absence... the batchoy boi is now living, walking, breathing, and taking in the sights and sounds of Le Manile and having all that and more in the city of Man! Will there be loving, making love and all that jazz or just swinging it out? Will the hopeless romantic convert to being a commitment phobic cum jaded 'sexophile', or will he be meeting 'Jai Ho' in the big city? It remains to be seen, but definitely, there would be writing, poetry, coffee, smoking, and a whole kaserola loads of stew! So go ahead and ladle up! We're back in biznez!

This would be a longish post as the batchoy boi celebrates moi first monthsary in the big city. As an opener, let me share some updates of life in Manile... so far!

FRIENDSHIP NEVER ENDS

The one true thing that remains strong and reliable for the batchoy boi is the gift of friendship that the Master Scribe has graciously given him. If not for the very good friends that God has skillfully planted for me in 'strategic' locations, the move would have been a very difficult and arduous process.

Thanks to Senyorita Charmita, life has been a breeze by far. Honestly, during those times that I was contemplating on moving over, I did not know how to make heads and tails of things. the only thing I knew is that I wanna move it. I was so lost and depressed. Then a light shone for me. I texted Charm about my situation; I was expecting a good 'processing', but all she replied was... "When are you coming over?" And that was it... Everything is taken care of and no worries... for the moment. I know I can close my eyes in the jungles of the metro and I have someone to trust my life with.

Thanks to Blogger buddies Aris and YJ, Malate has never been the same way for me. The jungles of gay Manile eats up and snares the unwary. Good thing I have Aris the Malate Jungle Amazon Queen and her raucous gang of princesses and princessettes to welcome me to the court of Miracles... sans the jingling tambourines, swishy skirts, golden hoop earrings, scarves, pet goat and Gypsy smoke magic trick! She graciously welcomed me to her Royal Audience on the very night that I landed in Manila, with no less than a night of bumping, grinding and lusting in BED... the bumping grinding part was from me, and the lustuing part from Aris.... Nyehehehehe! On the other hand, YJ the Manila Bitch, raises the ante up as she entertains me with talks of boys, coffee, boys, yosi, boys, good conversation, boys, fashion, boys, pure friendship, boys.... oh and did I say boys?

My Manila based Ilonggo friends have been very welcoming too...

Lit Mistresses and Palanca Awardees Mother John Iremil Teodoro and Mama Felino Garcia have been great bulwarks of strength, encouragement and support. Muchas gracias from the bottom of my bowl... este, heart.

The batchoy boi has more room for new friendships, so there's one slut... I mean slot, for you... yes you!

IT'S A BLUE JOB

God has been so good! The second morning of my Manila Soujourn, Charmita got a call from the Tutorial Center she's part of as a part time racket! Of course, I tagged along, and to make the long story short, I was hired on the spot, courtesy of a good 'talk' with the owner's husband's very makulit Mom. We were in the car, on the way to a client that Charm was supposed to be attending to, and the Mom spurts out whatever's here and there, from the presidential race, to the National Artist Awards, to billboards and large format printing. Everyone seemed to have been 'immunized' to the Mom's antics, and I was the only one who gamely converses with her. As a result, the owner of the center eventually gave me a call the next day, for a tutorial with a client. A week after, I was offered a lecturer job for IELTS, with twice the pay, and conveniently, after 'office hours'! The batchoy boi got instant employment, for sidelines and raket purposes.

The main job of the batchoy boi also when smoothly. The job interview was a breeze and at the end of the day, I was signing my contract for a BPO in Ortigas. Training starts September 25, and yes, the batchoy boi has now two gainful employments... Duncan Sheik sings "I'm on a High" in the background!

So far, so good...

When Charm asks me if I have any regrets with my decision I tell her YES...

Every morning, when I wake up I regret my decision...

I regret that...

I decided to do this just now...

I should have done this a very long time ago...

Now that I am back in the blogosphere, I can not promise to post as regularly as I did before but I will try my very best to update regularly... meanwhile, leave comments, emails, and sex proposals in this blog and I will get to you as soon as I can... Chos with the sex proposals hehehehe! Ay labiah all, oh and befor I forget... where is my welcome back hugs and kisses from you guys....?

Kam on! Show me some lovin... you know you wanna!

Saka na ako mag backtrack sa mga entries nyo... whew... andaming back reading netoh~

UP NEXT... House hunt... The Manila Saga continues...

Meanwhile... here's lolo Duncan!

Phot Credits:

Nyah! Na close ko lahat ng tabs na pinagkunan ko ng pics... next time na meron netoh... hehehehe

Maleta

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Sat, 15 Aug 2009 12:25:00 +0000

"It's Official, I just received my court order for the dismissal of the case filed against me. I am now free from the suspicion of being a criminal. Now I can really go there."

Text ko yan kay Charmita.

"Finally! When na? Bukas?"

Reply nya... I snickered... si Charm talaga!

"Gaga! Shempre mag iimpake pa ko ng mga gamit ko... alangan naman mag gagagla ako on one set of clothes... unless ipag sho-shopping mo ko ng isang buong aparador ng mga damit at gamit. Pick a date on the third week of August. I want you to chose so that it would be convenient for you para masundo mo ko."

"22, Saturday. I am off by 4am and will not be back in the office till Sunday 4pm." Mabilis nyang sagot.

"22 it is!"

So there... With the one final obstacle out of the way, this is it! I am finally relocating.. for good!

The next few days were spent on endless 'despedida's' with countless circles that I would be leaving behind. I decided to forgo the big 'despedida' in favor of quiet final meets with small circles for intimate farewells. Besides, I must carefully guard what little is left of my finances to anticipate the tide over period with which I am yet to receive a pay check when I am in the Metro already. At least. job hunting would not be a problem since Charm's company would readily employ me, as if its a shoo-in.

The endless get-togethers and small coffee meet ups continued day in and day out... and nights too. Until one time, we were strolling in a mall and I noticed a sign.

"Luggage Sale, up to 50% Off!"

Then it hit me. Wala pa nga pala akong maleta! The last time I traveled with big packed baggages was when I went to New York i n 2001. This time, since I am moving out for good, I need big luggage. Then, a certain cold feeling swept over me. Melancholia, perhaps.

I looked around, and the assistants were very helpful. When I finally settled on a specific luggage that I liked, the loneliness got mixed with drops and spots of excitement! So this is it!
I ended up postponing buying the luggage as we were still going elsewhere. Alanagan naman bilhin ko na agad at bitbitin ang pagkalaki laking maletang yon, now na!

Yesterday, I finally bought it. It's big, combination of hard and soft case, and dark orange/saffrom. Almost brown. It's sitting right beside my bed.

Now... how do I pack my dreams, longings, laughter, friends, memories and reveries to bring with me to where I am going? I hope my happy thoughts could fit in between the folds and crevices when my clothes are all packed., just in case I need one in the dark, dingy and dangerous streets of the metro. August 22, 2009 and Manila. SO near, yet so far away!

Meanwhile, my mobile is sounding off the batteries and I am late for yet another group farewell. Coffee beckons , and I heed the call. There is much time left to pack. I just hope there is someone out there tonight to make me forget my worries. I know that there is always my ever reliable mug of coffee, but then again, a tight hug from some hot chubby chinito would be nice to buoy me and save me from drowning in my thoughts.

Now where's my lucky "I'm gonna get laid tonight" shirt?

Photo Credits"

http://www.kathystanczak.ca/deathvalley.html
http://blogs.knoxnews.com/knx/travel/2007/08/
http://drzelig.com/2008/07/26/bring-on-the-crazy/

Puto Maya

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 06:43:00 +0000

The Latest Craze to hit the blogging world...

Of those blogs I follow at least.

So click click

And the site says that I am...

Now bring in those initiates, neophytes and peons PRONTO!

ME? Deeply depraved and perverted? Ahmmm...

RAWR!

Chos!

WatdaFaxMachine!!!

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 00:30:00 +0000

Ayaw ako dalawin ng antok today.

di ako beaucon fanatic pero dahil sa isang blog na binabasa ko, nag ikot ikot ako sa web tingin tingin ng mga piktyurs ng mga kandidata sa Miss Universe 2009...

After seeing this picture, I think, di na talaga ako makakatulog....

Last chance mo na to....

Pramis matutusta wisyo mo...

Ready?

I warned you....

National costume daw yan ng Pinas sa Miss Universe this year! UGHK! Watdafaxmachine is that monstrosity???

Buti na lang ginanahan pa akong mag breakfast sa nakita ko pang piktyur na baka daw isusuot na long gown ng isang contestant....

Miss Netherlands Avalon-Chanel Weyzig might wear this long gown...

Baka naman pinangangatawanan lang nya ang pagigign AVALON nya! Or maybe.... naligaw sya kasi dapat sa Miss Dagupan Bangus Festival sya sasali!

Heaven Forbid!

O sige para mas sosyal

Miss Silver Arowana!

Weeeee!!!

PS: Meron palang maigpit na kalaban para sa titulong Miss Dagupan Bangus Festival... Ito sya!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Photo Credit:

http://beautyinpageants.blogspot.com
http://beautyinpageants.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-long-gowns-and-national-costumes.html
http://www.missosology.info

YAYP (Yet Another Yellow Post)

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 19:00:00 +0000

Sanlibutan na ang nagpaalam sa yo, pero para yatang hindi ko pa rin nagawang mag paalam ng maayos sa yo.

Paano naman kasi, pinakamagandang pamamaalam para sa akin ay ang gawin ang pinaka alam kong gawin... yun ay ang sumulat at tumula.

Dahil parang hungkag at tuyo/tuyot ang batis ng aking panulatan dahil na nga sa luhang umagos sa aking mga mata, hayaan nyo na munang manghiram ako sa higit na mas magaling sa akin sa panulaan.

Narito ang dalawang tula mula sa isa sa mga paborito kong makata.

SONG

by: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

HEN I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain;
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

REMEMBER

by: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

EMEMBER me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Paalam Mahal na pangulo... Paalam Tita Cory...

Photo Credits:

http://www.mchenrycountyblog.com/2006_12_17_mchenrycountyblog_archive.html
http://www.journal.com.ph/index.php?issue=2009-07-02&sec=1&aid=97205
http://jbsolis.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html

FunnyAds and one

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 12:14:00 +0000

Nagpapataanggal lang ako ng inis kaya....

In fairness... successful!

Hehehehe

And this one is just so.... AWwwwww......

Video Source:

Youtube

Errr...

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 09:02:00 +0000

Somber at maluha luha ang mood ko today dahil nga sa libing ng pandaigdigang simbolo ng demokrasya.

Nag iikot ako sa web sa mga ulat, litrato at kung anong meron sa mga kaganapan sa Manila..

Then I came across this...

Hindi ko talaga alam kung ano ang gusto nyang mangyari...

Gusto ko sanang isipin na may punto naman sya kahit papano, pero naman!

Nag iisip ba tong taong to? Sa mga katulad neto, dapat bang isip ang pinapairal?

any way you put it, lumalabas pa ring hambog sya!

Can you spell BASTOS?

Letche!

Bwakanang Inang Self Absorbed Shmuck, Walang Modo!

Alam ko na common knowledge na to, pero naman!

Video Credit:

Youtube link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JNTy6sM42iw

Sick

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 17:34:00 +0000

Mommy I feel HOT!

First of all, a fair warning: What you are about to read is sick!

Tatlong Linggo din syang nagpumilit to get a hold of me... pero dahil matibay tibay ang wankata ng Batchoy boi, hindi sya agad agad makapasok.

Pag medyo nararamdaman kong bibigay na, inuunahan ko... Pill pop ang drama. Add to that the effect of negating things... Hindi! Hindi ako magkakasakit! Sipon sipon lang to...

Nahamugan? Eh haller.. nocturnal kaya ako!

Naulanan? Eh haller ulit, kumekendeng kendeng pa ako sa ulan at super rain bath!

Then again... Nung Agusto a-uno... nag celebrate ako mag isa ng Wiccan Sabbat na Lughnasadh or Lammas... The first harvest or the first fires of August. Most interestingly, it is also the time for 'hand fastings' to be held. For a religion that takes its roots and traces way back to the old world, it is amazing how it has a greater understanding of the human condition. For one, these hand fastings are for a 'trial period' of one year and one day, and yes, if things do not work out, there is always 'hand partings' or absolute divorce. Whats more, 'hand fastings' do not discriminate against sexes. Both males or both females can fast hands. The only requirement is consent to be wed, age, and readiness.

Fires of Lughnasadh! Burn Baby Burn!

Click here to read more about this Sabbat.

We were initially set to celebrate this with my long time kindred Mykus, with a few 'postulants' or 'neophytes' to be initiated into the study of formal magick, and the final dedication to the goddess by an old acolyte. It was supposed to be a joyous festive event, with bonfires, sickles, bread, grains, grapes and corn husks, but then, things turned out badly since no confirmations were received by Mykus from the others.

As usual, I am not to be found lacking of a back up plan. I can very well celebrate on my own, as I have often done so in the past. After all, the Sabbat is also the perfect time to gather the 'tools of the trade' to consecrate them.

Sky clad... In Total Surrender to the Supreme Being

It turned out to be a most cold and wet, rainswept night, but the bonfire blazed well and good, and sky cladding was de rigeur for me. After all, my greatest and most important tool is my whole body. After finishing the feast with and by myself, that was the only time I felt the cold would hit me good and there is no stopping it. I felt feverish and shivering, albeit recharged and refreshed.

RESULTA! VIOLA! SICK!

I was not sick as in sick sick bed ridden sick I was running a temperature, congested nose and all, plus a little body malaise, but nothing alarming. I decided to take complete bed rest. For a whole day.

While sick, I had a few 'sick' thoughts too.

Since I virtually live like a shadow in this house, no one really knows whats wrong (or right ) with me, no one bothers to check on me. If I should die in the night (heaven forbid) I swear they'd only start noticing when my body starts decomposing and give off the rotting stench of corpses. Trust me, this is not an understatement or an emo-ladden fact. Its a given truth. The last time I was sick, they only noticed it on the third day when I was delirious and making moaning sounds that came unbidden and uncontrolled from my fever fried brains. To die and be discovered dead would be pure Victorian Romantic stuff... Let's at least be more post-modern, shall we? Then again, do I hear someone say... "Sorry Mister President?"

Drop DEAD Gorgeous... Found Dead in Bed!

As I have said, sick things came unbidden while I was down with the flu...

What sort you may ask?

Aside from the morbid dying thoughts, the next question was, who'd be first to notice my absence and start worrying?

Who'd make a check before the stench... God! Though I know that for sure, this person, whoever he/she may be is one of those I love dearly, I do not want to burden her/him by the singular distinction of being the first to discover me dead. So I hope the discovery must be accidental! Perhaps, by that same 'person' here in the house who 'robbed' me last. God! I'd love to scar him/her all his/her life with the thought of stealing from a dead me!

Now aside from that, in the feverish night, I also thought, who among my past significant others cared best for me while I was sick? I can not give a comprehensive answer since only a few has had that privilege. so that would be unfair...

You give me FEVAH!

More like... who gave the best.. 'get well F*ck? Hehehehe. Trust me on this one, due to an increased body temperature, things get more 'heated-up' and the sweat breaking does wonders most of the time. Sensations for the 'feverish' one gets heightened, and heat for the 'healer' gets to a higher level. I could clearly remember how volcanic hot a sick lover's mouth felt, and that's just the upper orifice mind you. On the other side of the spectrum, I know too, how wonderfully aware one is, when he is sick, of the cool, wet velvety feel of another's mouth to delirious heights. However, a very 'poor' and 'limited' performance from me would be a given. You'd have to sit .on it. Hehehehe

How sick? Right? Hehehehe...

Wanna take care of lil' ole sick me? Buhuhuhuhu

Photo Credits:

http://introspection7297.blogspot.com/
http://www.myspace.com/ibgerd
http://www.ballet-dance.com/200612/articles/Lines20061104.html
http://www.theinsider.com/news/805142_Report_Marilyn_Monroe_Sex_Tape_Sold_at_Auction
http://media.photobucket.com/image/fever%20madonna/zking2/66486_Madonna-Fever-157_122_419lo.jpg

Marlboro Black Final Part

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 05:06:00 +0000

I really tried my best to finish this thing. Dami nga palusot na kunyari dapat isingit before finishing it eh.

Pero wala talaga. Di ko talaga alam kung paanong tapusin. Basta, the bottomline is, hindi nga talaga kami pwede ni MB.

Sabi ng friend ko, hindi naman talaga straight si MB. Malamang me karanasan na yun, kaya nya kayang makipaglandian with me. Siguro nga...

Sabi pa nung isa ko pang friend, confused lang siguro si MB. If not, gusto lang makipaglaro... siguro nga

Sabi pa nung isa, takot daw si MB. Kaya sya ganun... siguro nga.

At tatlo sila nag aagree na akala daw ni MB nung una, mapaglalaruan nya ako. Tapos, kakatambay nya kasama ako, di nya inaasahanag iba pala mangyayari. Na hindi pala ako dapat pinaglalaruan... Na gusto na pala talaga nya ako...

Siguro nga...

Hay... From the start naman kasi wala naman talaga akong kung ano anong iniisip o binabalak with him eh. Face value lang ako... until he got 'sweet' and all... Oh well...

Labo no?

Nasaktan ako, that much I am willing to admit. Ewan ko nga ba kumbakit. And to end this sordid, sad and pathetic affair, ano pa nga ba? A writer like me has only words, and poetry...
Goodbye MB... and by way of a Eulogy, here is a poem I wrote for you.

Bangud Indi Pwede Mangin Kita
Para kay JG
Ni: Luis Batchoy

Kahinawahawaan
Sa kalangitan
Ang kahidlaw ko
Sa mga hakus mo.

Higupon ko na lang
Sa kinaha nga sigarilyo
Ang mga panganod
Nga nagalimbong sa atun.

Linawod lawod
Sa kadagatan
Anag nagaupang
Sa atun paghigugma

Salumon ko na lang
Sa binalde nga kape
Ang mga balod
Sang akun pagisahanon.

Goodbye...

OO JG ang tutoong initials ni Marlboro Black...

Paalam

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Sun, 02 Aug 2009 21:33:00 +0000

Paalam...

Taimtim na dasal... sandaling katahimikan

Buong pusong pasasalamat...

Tagumpay ang pagdadasal namin...

Ito ang pinakamainam...

Sapagkat ang mundong ito ay puno ng pasakit!

Mabuhay ka!

Goodbye to the Global Icon of Democracy...

Even the word itself contains the letters of her nickname...

Photo Credit:

http://media.photobucket.com/image/yellow%20rose/BJ_Spencer/single_yellow_rose.jpg

In My Eyes...

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 23:33:00 +0000

Rason na kung rason pero kailangang maisingit ko muna to bago ko tapusin ang Marlboro black Series... Hehehehe

Aktawli, super late na to. Tapos na ang birthday nya, pero huli man daw at magaling...

Ay Late pa rin! Nyekhekhek!

Neberdalez! Kasi nga naman hindi naman sya regular na nagbabasa ng blog kong to, pero meron jan sa Cbox nag comment na kaopisina nya raw , so sa yo, pakisabi na lang sa kanya...

Kasi... berdey ng isang espesyal na tao eh. Aktwali, tapos na nga, kaya....

HAFFEEE HAFEE HAFEEE VERTHDEI CHU YU CHARMITA!

Blow na your keyk!

This song's for you!

Miss you na sobra! Eto para mas feel na feel ang kanta! With matching side comments pa yan ha!

BEAUTIFUL IN MY EYES

(Joshua Kadison)

You're my peace of mind, in this crazy world

* Sanity nga eh, di ba?

You're every thing I've tried to find

*Nawawala ka kasi... Sa Sarili mo..

Your love is a pearl

*Chaka! Cheapangga... Perlas lang... kasi shempre... basta alam mo na yun!

You're my Mona Lisa

*Mwahahaha! Matandang panot ka daw!

You're my rainbow skies

*Bakla ka kasi... mas bakla ka pa kesa sakin!

And my only prayer is that you realize

*Kasi hindi naman talaga ako madasalin no!

You'll always be beautiful in my eyes...

*True... wiz charot!

Ibalik si Dyezebel sa kanal DALI!!!

The world will turn

*Di natin kayang pigilan talaga yun...

And the seasons will change

*Dalawa lang naman meron sa 'Pinas kaya minimal change lang

And all the lessons we will learn

*Yun eh kung present tayo pareho at wala sa kapehan at nagyoyosi!

Will be beautiful and strange

*Naman! Beautiful ako, strange ka! Mwahahaha!

We'll have our fill of tears

*Iiyak sa katatawa, tatawa sa kaiiyak... sounds like us, indeed!

Our share of sighs

*Hay!

My only prayer is that you realize

*Nakakadalawa na ang 'only' na yan ha!

You'll always be beautiful in my eyes...

*jokes are half meant, kaya pangalawang joke na to, so ibig sabihin, fully meant na sha!

You will always be beautiful in my eyes

*Pangatlo na! It's a crowd na!

And the passing years will show

*Ilang taon pa lang naman di ba?

That you will always grow

*Asa ka pa na magu-'grow' ka pa!

Ever more beautiful in my eyes

*Ikaw nga 'to! Baklang bakla kasi may 'Ever pang nalalaman! Ever!

Kiber sa mga tao... Pikchuran sa MRT!

And there are lines upon my face

*Meron ka din kala mo! Botox na ba?

From a life time of smiles

*Hindi halata sa mga pictures na gawain natin to no?

When the time comes to embrace

* Eh di hug! Oist! Suso mo oh! Nyehehehe! Mag Bra ka nga!

For one long last while

*AY! Alin ang long? Hehehehe! Hug hug ka kasi eh, yan tuloy, nag long! Mwahahaha!

We can laugh about how time really flies

*Kung panong mga langaw daw ang oras! Mwahahaha! Nakakatawa talaga naman

We won't say goodbye

*No goodbyes indeed!

'Cause true love never dies

*Oo, vampire kasi yun... immortal! Moomooo!

You'll always be beautiful in my eyes...

*Apat na! Therefore, double jeopardy na sya!

Happiness is...

You will always be beautiful in my eyes

*Lima! Spice Girls na to!

And the passing years will show

*Mag 'show' ka na daw sa cam bago ka pa malipasan ng taon!

That you will always grow

*Bakla ka nga talaga, kasi me nagugrow sa yoh! Nyahahaha!

Ever more beautiful in my eyes

*Confirmed! Ayan na naman ang Ever ever... Everbilena!

The passing years will show

*Nagiging ulyanin ka na daw!

That you will always grow

*Kaya redundancy ang drama!

Ever more beautiful in my eyes...

*Soon! Lalabo na din ang mata ko! Mwahahaha!

Goes without saying... I Love You! Happy Birthday Charm!!!

Catching Up on My Reading

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 20:10:00 +0000

Before I conclude the Marlboro Black Series, let me first take a quick detour.

Lately, since there is literally nothing for me to do, aside from taking endless mugs of coffee and nocturnally hanging out with 'unsuitables' and falling in love with them, I have the wonderful chance to, as the song goes, catch up on my readings.

The three new Stephen King Novels I bought the last time I was in Manila still wait patiently on my bookshelf for my eager attention. I'm still making my way slowly through Lisey's Story. I have read an assortment of my book sale acquisitions and the number of unread titles are dwindling.

See I have a penchant for buying these titles under 50 pesos from the book sale. surprisingly, there were entertaining novels which I bought at 20 to 5 pesos each, hardbound at that. I was thinking that, if at all they are not to my liking, they'd male good kindling, bookends, or last minute 'gifts' for some forgotten spur of the moment birthday or something to that effect. Hehehe. Or I could just simply throw them away or donate to some 'literacy' book drive. Surprisingly, only one or two titles have disappointed me.

I recently read the second Clan Novel from the 13 novel series of Vampire the Masquerade Clan Novel Series. The first Clan Novel was Toreador. though I did not thoroughly enjoy that one, it had its good points. The Second Clan Novel in the series is Tzimisce. I honestly labored in finishing the novel because I had to return it immediately to my friend Mykus. With two novels in the series read, and two other titles sampled, I regret that it has not enthralled and captivated me the way Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles has.

Maybe its too rough and too violent for me, or the characters too numerous and easily dispatched and thrown away without much character development or significance. Maybe the intriguing world and rift between the Clans belonging to the Masquerade of the Camarilla or Anti Deluvians like the Toreadors, Gangrels, Ventrue and Brujah versus the darkly diabolical and twisted Sabbat clans of the Lasombra, Tzimisce and their lot is just not that interesting for me. My copy also features a sampling of the next Clan Novels Gangrel and Setite,which were lackluster, too. It does not help too, that each clan novel is written by a different author. It lacks the plot, focus and expert weaving of a story that Anne Rice weaves. It would be a mortal sin, if at all, for it to be even compared with Bram's Classic Dracula, even.

Speaking of Anne Rice, two more titles remain unread in my shelf. They are the final books in the Vampire Chronicles. Blackwood Farm, and Blood Canticle; which features a 'cross-over' between the Vampires and the Mayfair Witches. Honestly, although I am a big Chronicles fan, I am not that thrilled with the Mayfair Witches Saga. I have only read Lasher and Taltos in the series.

And even while were at it with the vampire books, puhleeeeeezzz.... Don't start with the Twilight Series.

My niece is a huge fan, and she brought with her from the states a collection of these books. I tried reading, for the sake of reading, and I threw my copy not even a quarter through the first book.

Need I say SWEET VALLEY HIGH Vampire Edition, or would that be too much of an insult to Francine Pascal?

Sadly, isa yan sa mga bagay na wala kay Marlboro Black. Hindi sya nagbabasa. Matapos namin panooring ang HP6 andami dami nyang tanong kasi admittedly, hindi nya binasa ang mga libro at hindi talga sya nagbabasa, kaya kandahirap naman ako kakaexplain sa kanya. Well... Baka lang distracted sya masyado sa pinagagawa nya sa loveseat kaya di nya masyado na gets ang storya or talaga lang he denies himself the pleasures of reading... Oh well, sabi ko detour eh... ba't kaya bumabalik ang usapan sa kanya... Ahmmm..

Photo Credits:

http://endlessbookshelf.net/shelves.html
http://www.lexink.com/Reviews/page3.html
http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/series/world-of-darkness/toreador.htm
http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/series/world-of-darkness/tzimisce.htm
http://koba0127.cocolog-nifty.com/cube/2008/01/593_the_clothes_4708.html
http://www.thehiddenbookcase.com/sweet_valley_high_covers.html

Marlboro Black Part2

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 18:18:00 +0000

MB: Grabe, nakakapagod kanina. yung mga customers akala mo kung sino. Feeling nila antataas na nila. Kung makautos eh. Lalo pag lasing na.

Luis: Masanay ka na. Ganun talaga sa ganyang trabaho. Habaan mo pa pasensya mo.

MB: Buti na lang hindi naman lahat ganun makatrato sa mga service people. Tulad mo. Mabait ka. Kinakaibigan mo mga waiters dito.

Luis: Why not? Tao naman sila ah. I frequent this place. Gusto ko, kampante ako sa mga tao sa paligid ko, lalo't tinatambayan ko. Besides, I don't wanna mess with people handling my food. Mahirap na. At saka, naawa nga ako sa kanila. They are over worked and under paid. Tapos aawayin mo pa?

MB: Kaya kita gusto eh. Di ka mayabang at maangas kahit may iaangas at ipagmamayabang ka naman talaga.

Luis: Maangas din ako. Suplado nga ako eh. Nilalagay ko lang sa lugar. You don't wanna see me at my worst.

MB: Nagtataka nga ako pano mo ko nagustuhang kaibiganin eh.

Luis: Magkasundo tayo... Masaya ako pag kasama kita. I am not inclined to question happiness when it comes by. Wag na masyadong maraming tanong. Enjoy the moment na lang.

MB: Sabagay, pero, di ba? Of all people? Saka, you could chose to go elsewhere di ba? Naiisip ko lang. For the sake of discussion.

Luis: Because you're nice...

MB: Nah... Mas nice ka!

Luis: I could be very naughty you know. You barely know me. I should say the same about you. mamya nyan, magbabago ka din.

MB: I don't think so... Di ako magbabago.

Luis: Ows? Im sure! Lalo na pag naging girlfriend mo na yang kinukwento mong ka text mo.
I'm sure. Halos lahat ng mga kabarkada ko, nagbabago pag naiinlab. I'm sure, ni di ka na siguro tatambay kasama ko when that happens.

Natahimik sya kaunti...

MB: Luis... Ahmm... Can I ask you something?

Luis: Shoot...

MB: Masasaktan ka ba pag nag ka girlfriend ako?

Ako naman ang natigilan.

Luis: Well... that remains to be seen... I can't speak conclusively... seloso kasi ako eh... Hehehehe...

MB: Eh di sige, wag na lang...

Luis: Wag na lang? Di ka mag gi-girlfiend?

MB: I don't wanna see you hurting...

Tama ba namang sagot yun? Parang tinanong mo kung anong favorite color nya tapos sasagutin ka nya 'ayoko ng brown'. Non responsive!

Luis: Para namang may magagawa ako pag nag girlfriend ka. I should be happy for you, as a matter of fact.

MB: Basta, ayoko nasasaktan ka.

Luis: Naman! Sweet mo ah! Mamya nyan mainlab ako sa yo... So... paano pag nangyari yun?

MB: Ha! Shet, anghirap nun ah! Di ako marunong ihandle yan. Never ko pa na experience yan!

Luis: Seryoso naman neto. alam ko wehere I stand no. Friends lang tayo. Saka, don't worry, pag nangyari yun, akong bahala... Lalayo ako. It won't be my first unrequited love. Keri yan!

MB: Ha? Bakit? Wag naman! Don't go.

Luis: Sus! I don't need a confusion in my life, and I do not want to be a confusion in someone else's.

I meant it when I said it. That's my game plan. I know I shouldn't because of a few basic reasons:
1. He's young.
2. He's Straight
3. If at all... He's slightly confused or could get confused.
4. I'm leaving soon.
5. I'm looking for a hubby/lifetime partner, not a bf, not a lover. I need a partner and he does not fit the bill.

Well at least, not in his current state. I know he's confused and I am not gonna be the one to sort out his confusion for him. That's his job, not mine. alam ko din na may gf na sya kasi nakikitext sya at di naman niya dinedelete, at meron pang two other girls syang pinopormahan. Tsk tsk tsk! Kids. Make that.. straight Kids!

Sent Message Log:
MB: Ma, pautang muna kahit 150, manunood lang ng sine. Gusto ko sumama sa barkada manuod ng Harry Potter 6. Bayaran ko na lang pagdating ng allowance next week. Daanan ko jan mamya ok? Please... kahiya naman kasi magpalibre eh.

Halatang hindi sya pinagbigyan kasi alangan sya nung nag meet na kami for the movie.

MB: Dito na lang ako. May kakausapin lang ako. Balikan mo na lang ako mamya pagkatapos ng sine.

Luis: Ha? Eh di ba last week pa nakaplano yan?

MB: Eh kasi....

Luis: Ay nako! Kasi, nahihiya hiya ka pa! Tara, treat na lang kita. If you want, bayaran mo ko next week.

MB: Talaga? Are you sure?

Luis: Yup! Bayaran mo kjo next week by treating me to another movie...

MB: Sure! Pramis yan!
Parang bata syang tuwang tuwa. Kitang kita sa mga mata ang saya. Kaya ako nahuhumaling sa gagong to eh!

Pagkapasok sa sine, isang buong hilera ang bakante kasi nga, LFS ang pinasukan namin. Lima kami. Ako, yung dalawang step sibs ko, sya at si Mykus. Nauna sya, kasunod ako sa kanya. Dirediretso sya sa dulo. Umupo na sya dun sa pinakadulo sa may 'loveseat'. Upo na rin ako sa single seat sa tabi.

MB: Oh, ba't dyan ka? Dito ka sa tabi ko.

HAYNAKU!

Too late to cast the spell PROTEGIO!

So, yun.. nasa love seat kaming dalawa. Riveted ako sa movie, pero mayamaya, nasa shoulders ko na kanang kamay nya. Nakaakbay na. Mayamaya pa ulit, nakasiksik na sya sa akin. Mayamaya pa ulit, nakahilig na ang ulo nya sa chest ko.

Then it snapped! My self control broke loose and just fizzled away, just like SECTUM SEMPRA!

I stretched, casually drapped my hand over his belly. Hugged him tight and snuggled. I don't know if it's still soda that I was drinking, or Liquid Luck!

Luis: Lamig ng aircon grabe.

MB: Oo nga eh (Hugging me back)

Luis: I can't feel my fingers na yata.

MB: Same here... (grasping my hand and locking it with his)
Holding hands na talaga!

MB: Nangangalay ka ba? (Pasimpleng patong ng paa nya sa paa ko)

Luis: Hindi pa naman...

Tinignan nya ako... ngingiti ngiti

Luis: Ngingiti ngiti ka jan!

MB: Eh masaya ako eh.

I kissed him sa cheecks. He did not flinch. I went back to snuggling. He gave me a warm, soft kiss at the top of my head, then, placed his head on mine...

This is love! Pwede nang mamatay kasama ni Dumbledore! AVADA KEDAVRA!

To Be Concluded...

Photo Credits:

http://profiles.friendster.com/47401274
http://www.filmofilia.com/2009/03/26/brand-new-harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince-character-posters/
http://movies.ign.com/dor/objects/40311/harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince/images/harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince-20090327104957642.html
http://www.sodahead.com/blog/104825/hbp/

Marlboro Black Part 1

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 16:34:00 +0000

I really had a difficult time debating whether to write about this one or not. When I got to decide on writing it, I tackled the difficulty on how to 'attack' this issue. Should I write it as straight narrative? Should it be an oblique cryptic post, or should it be in an epistolary form addressed to the person concerned? I know that I should get to writing it soonest or else, it will just fade away or I might never get the courage to post it ever. Thus, I write.

What is this all about? Well, to cut to the chase, here it is, plain and simple... I fell in love.

What makes it so difficult and complicated is the fact that it is not necessarily 'unrequited', which would have made it easier and simpler, but neither is it reciprocal, too..well, not exactly in that same way it should be reciprocated. Actually, it's all confusing. Am I making any sense so far? Hehehehe

Let's call him Marlboro Black.
Bold, strong, intense, Menthols!

How I met him, should of course, be the proper way to start the story.

There is this 24hour coffee shop that I frequent. I would sit down and have coffee, read, write, spend idle time and even wait for morning's light in this cafe. Just beside it is a bar and grill.
He was doing OJT for his TESDA Certification for bar tending in the said bar and grill. HE would get off from work at 1 or 2 AM and since he lives in a district far from the City Proper, he woukd wait until the morning for jeepneys going to their place. Tambay me, bored to death and nocturnal vampire, it was inevitable how we struck a friendship and begun hanging out together to wait for sun up.

He was nice and cute alright, and you can say, my type. Tall, smooth, fair, bit chubby, and well, pleasant. I admit that I had a crush on him, but not that intense for me not to be able to brush aside so it wouldn't get in the way of our friendship. After all, he is double mortal sin in my books. One: He's straight - that- according to him, and Two, he's just twenty - a kid- really and barely a man.

For weeks on end, we would sip coffee together, smoke our lungs out, and tell stories of whatever hits our fancy for the night. I began to get to know him better, and actually look forward to him getting off from work and joining me in my table. It didn't help that my usual pa-morningan possee's were elsewhere with something else's to do, that we were left on our own proverbially, just him and me, to wait for morning's light.

The set up was really good for me, and there was never a stir in my chest, not until he started 'looking' for me. He would text me asking where I was if I took too long in the night to go to the cafe and if he wouldn't see me there when he buys his cigarette from the nearby stall, or take a quick break. He would tell me how he would be off in a while, and would ask where I was and if I wanted him to follow where I was as soon as he gets off from work. He started wanting in on my 'gigs' and even wanting to hang around even during his off-days.

Sample Text exchange #1:
Marlboro Black: where ka na? Off ko na in a while.
Luis Batchoy: Wait, here pa (name of bar) comforting a friend. Hartbroken kasi.
MB: Ok. Gutom ako, lika na dito kain na tayo. If u want sunod na lang ako jan.
Luis: Punta na ako jan, wait lang. Kain ka na. Pagod ka pa sa work eh.
MB: Nah, wait kita, won't eat without u. kaya bilisan mo.

Shet naman kasi eh! Parang boyfriend lang?

Sample Text exchange #2:
MB: Pang* wer ka? Grabe ulan...
Luis: Here sa haus, tuck in bed. Need to kick myself up, need to go out for kofi!
MB: Yeah, sarap magbabad sa kama... Oh sige, kitakits dun. Di sana ako aalis ng bahay kasi off but since magkakape ka pala, sama ako.
Luis: Ayt, see u then...
After 30minutes
MB: Wer ka na, dito na ko. Bilisan mo, punta ka na dito, alo lang mag-isa dito.

Demanding!
*Pang is a shortcut for Papang, which roughly means papa. It is not uncommon for males to call each other Papang or Pre, just like girls call each other Mamang, or Mang or Mare.

There was one time I got invited to birthday of a friend. He kinda inserted himself into it, and went with me even if he does not know anyone there, except the celebrant, whom, perhaps out of courtesy, invited him na lang when she saw us together. During the party, shempre, socialize ako because I know most of the guest. Since di pa naman ako gutom when we arrived, nauna na syang kumain sa loob habang nakikipag chikahan ako sa mga nagiinuman sa labas. Pagpasok ko to check on him, nakasimangot na sya.

MB: Ano ba ginagawa mo dun sa labas, eh inuman yun dun. Di ka naman nainom ah!
Luis: Wala lang, nakikipag usap sa mga kakilala dun sa labas. Kumakain ka naman dito sa loob eh. Saka babalikan naman kita no!
MB: kumain ka na kasi, lumalamig na yung pagkain mo.
Luis: Pagkain ko?
MB: Ayan sa pinggan oh, kinuha na kita. Upo ka na. Kain na.
Nung umupo na ako sa tabi nya, kumain din sya.
Luis: Grabe, gutom na gutom ka ah, kanina pa kita iniwanan dito di ka pa rin tapos kumain?
MB: Di pa ako nag uumpisa, hinintay kitang bumalik para sabay tayo.

NAKNAMPUTCHA!

Last day nya sa OJT. Nalaman ko sinapak nya palihim yung isang kasamahan nyang waiter. Kinukwento nya sa akin habang nag kakape kami..

Luis: Ba't mo naman kais pinatulan yun eh? Alam mo namang gungong yun eh.
MB: Eh kasi eh!
Luis: Kasi ano? Di ka naman basagulero ah!
MB: Napuno ako eh.
Luis: Sa?
MB: Lagi nya kasi akong kinakantyawan.
Luis: Na?
MB: Niloloko loko nya ako na lagi daw akong nagmamadaling mag off kasi inaantay mo daw ako. Na excited daw ako matapos ang shift?
Luis: Eh pinatulan mo naman! Naku!
MB: Eh gago sya eh. Anong akala nya sa yo? Di ka naman ganun di ba?

Ahmmm... shet! Bakit warm fuzzy feeling? Bakit ako kinikilig? Taena!

Say tuned

Photo Credits:

http://www.blockfour.com/notepad/archives/75

Love-Hate and Yellow Ribbons

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 20:24:00 +0000

Its really a love-hate relationship that we have.

I love her. All of a sudden, she does something that I think is very stupid, and unbecoming of her, so I start hating her.

Then she does something to redeem herself.

Then something blows up and she ingratiates herself with me and my sense of political propriety. I hate her once more. Then again, what is so 'proper' in politics after all? Make that, Philippine politics.

Then again, I still have high respects for her. I still have that admiration for her selfless sacrifice and hard work for the country. For a housewife to barely pull a country through, after a devastating regime under a dictator; to show the world how peace really has a chance; how prayer is power; and how this third world country could ascend to a level of global greatness!

With all the water under the bridge, and the not so helpful at all antics of some people she calls 'family'...

Never mind Tessie...

Never mind Noynoy...

Never mind Danding...

Never mind Kris even...

For now...

"Tie a Yellow Ribbon 'round that old oak tree, if you still want me..."

I still want you, Tita Cory... Get well soonest!

Oh and please don't get me wrong Tita...

Above all, this one, at the very most, is...

For Ninoy!

Dear Batchoy Denizens,
Follow suit, you like?
1. Create an entry entitled: “Touch a blogger: Tie a yellow ribbon for Cory Aquino!“. A link to this original entry will be appreciated, but is not required.

2. Post a yellow ribbon in your blog for President Cory Aquino. Whatever form of yellow ribbon that your creative imagination can come up with.

3. Invite other bloggers to tie a yellow ribbon for Cory.

Photo Credits:

http://www.wright.edu/studentorgs/humanics/operationyellowribbon.html

100 Me-Me Over Load

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 15:38:00 +0000

First and foremost let me offer my heartfelt gratitude to those people who care enough to bug me over SMS, YM, Email and what nots regarding my long silence in the blogosphere. At first I just wrote it off as a deviation to my usual regular posting, but really, I try to avoid being over sentimental, but thanks for your concern.

Secondly, let me say that I have been great, alive and well, and gloriously fab, a bit skewed here and there, but still in my elements.

Third, I had so much to say but sometimes, some things are better left unsaid. Some, may spill over the next few posts. Babawi ako ng bonggang bongga.

Fourth salamat for keeping track and tabs here sa Batchoyan. I wasn't really gone. I was here, but not really here. Evidence of this are the comments I left in some of your blogs.

Fifth, Babawi ako ng bonggang bongga, and while my mind is a bit derailed, here's something to start off things... What better way to start the juices dripping by doing bonggang bonggang ME-Me... pagpasensyahan na muna... ENJOY!

Welcome me back and show me some lovin! Come on, slurp some stew! Batchoy's on me! Make that, on Me-ME!

1.) Have you ever sat down to think about why you are still single?

‘ Not really... I may not always get what I want, I may not always get what I need, but surely, I will get what I deserve! Nanjan lang yan!

2.) When people say "I don't ever talk crap about anyone" do you believe it?

‘ No... what he is saying is crap to start with

3.) Is there someone you'd like to hang out with and just talk about stuff?

‘ hell yeah!

4.) Is there something that has happened in your past that you really hate talking about?

‘ nothing that's not worth a few mugs of kofi... I have reconcilled myself with any stuff from my past, so bring it on...

5.) Do you think a lot of people think bad things about you?

‘ Ker bears...

6.) Do you think you're approachable?

‘ I'd like to believe so, but survey says.. its otherwise!

7.) Do you regret doing anything this week?

‘ Nothing that I can think of...

9.) When did you last cry?

‘ Marlboro Black... iniyakan kaya kita, di mo lang alam... pramis kwento ko to soon

10.) How late did you stay up last night?

‘ Until the next morning I guess...

11.) Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you?

‘ affirmative

12.) Who did you last talk to for longer than 10 minutes on the phone?

‘ Employer from Jakarta

13.) Suppose you see your crush kissing another person, what would you do?

‘ feel 'crushed', and use the pain to fuel some poetry.. hehehehe

14.) Would you ever become a vegetarian?

‘ I don't think so. I am big on the meat!

16.) Are you a flirt?

‘ yes and no...

17.) Last person you went to the movies with?

‘ Marlboro Black... Letche! Not to forget, kasama din sina Utols Liz, Peter and Mykus...

18) How often do you talk on the phone?

‘ lately, very often...

19.) If you need a new pair of jeans, what store do you go to first?

‘ Levi's

20.) Did you ever lose a best friend?

‘ Sadly, yes

21.) Have you ever met a real life prostitute?

‘ affirmative... been one too... no kidding

22.)Can you do push-ups?

‘ yes, but whatever for?

23.) Is it awkward when you run into your exes?

‘ for them, yes, I guess

24.) What is wrong with you right now?

‘ that a lot of things aren't right, but I am unfazed and feel everything's still alright?

25.) Who do you hate?

‘ too strong a word for me... negativity... OHMMMMM

26.) What do you want in your life right now?

‘ a bit more patiernce to hang in there and stick out on a limb...

27.) Are you happy right now?

‘ yes... no matter what... it's a state of mind... but it gets harder to be by the minute though

28.) What are you listening to?

‘ clickitik of the keyboard

29.) What is your favorite thing to have on your bed?

‘ a superb bedfellow? Hehehehe

30.) What do you wear in bed?

‘ Naked and Sacred

31.) What were you doing last night at 1AM?

‘ Sipping kofi

32.) Do you have a friend that you hate every other day?

‘ strange question... no... not every other day, but every day... joke!

33.)If the person you are into asked you to be their bf/gf, what would you do?

‘ define 'in to' Chos!!

34. When's the last time you ran?
‘ A while back... not ran really, more like, trotted

∙

35. Do you wear your shoes in the house?

' Shortly upon arriving and before leaving, yes

36. Would you wear a boy/girlfriends clothes?

' Boyfriends, yes, girlfriends... ahmmm... and now that you mention it, I love seing my bf/gf wearing my clothes... so sweet... sing with me... ' With nothing but your T-Shirt on...'

37.. Don't you hate it when the radio ruins good songs by playing them over and over?

' Depends how good the song is... if its Le Karen Carpenter you're talking about, I can listen to her all day, day in, day out.

∙

38. Could you live without a computer?

' yes, but your point is?

∙

39. How many phones, house phones and cell phones are in your house?

' Is this a new census question? I'd rthe rnot count... each one has multiple cellphones in here
∙

40. At what age did you find out that Santa wasn't real?

' Hala? Talaga? You gottaa be kidding...

∙

41. Will you keep your last name when you get married?

' Lalaki kaya ako...

∙

42. Do you like sushi?

' Errr... NOPE... I am a modern man, and in this generation that I live in, cooking has been invented, fine tuned and perfected... Well done, please!

∙

43. Do you own expensive perfume/cologne?

' Nope.. they were given to me, so, they cost nothing really, not expensive

∙

44. Do your jeans have rips, tears, and holes in them?

' Summa'them do.. they're called distressed jeans huney!

∙

45. What do you do when you're sad?

' A multitude of things depending on whichever comes to mind first or is more convenient and practical

∙

46. Who would you call first if you won the lottery?

' My bank...

∙

47. Last time you saw your best friend?
' which one of them?

∙

48. Are you taking college classes right now?

' Done with College, thank heavens!

∙

49. When was the last time you left your house?

' hours back

∙

50. What's the last thing you purchased?

' A pack of Mentholated Lung Cancers

∙

51. What irritates you most on the internet?

' The way Firefox crashes every now and then especially after you have almost downloaded the movie file... pakincheff!

∙

52. What's the first thing you do when you get online?

' check my email

∙

53. Do you go online everyday?

' If and when...sa Globe, possible

∙

54. Do you get the full 8 hours of sleep a night?

' What's that?

∙

55. Do you get your hair cut every month?

' Not for the last 50 months

∙

56. If all of your friends were going on a road trip, who would most likely to over pack?

' Si Liz siguro... magdadala ng Maleta yan hehehehe

∙

57. Is anyone on your bad side now?

' But of course there will always be someone

∙

58. Do you know anyone with the same name as you?

' Yes... I can name two... one is a great pantomimist, and another one is a celebrated writer, but they don't know me, and uhmmm, they're both dead hehehehe

∙

59. Do you own a pair of Converse?

' A pair you say? I'm a chucks freak beybeh! No, make that a sneakers freak Oh and if you can, puhleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssseeeeeeeeeeee get me THIS ONE!!!!

∙60. What are you doing tomorrow?

' Follow up some 'legal' documents, and then some!

∙

61. Would you survive in prison?

' I think so...

∙

62. How do you eat oreos?

' Gimme some and I will show you how...

63. Where is the person you want most?

' Right here, inside my heart.. kilig ka no?

64 Where will you be 2 hours from now?
' With my muse if permitted be

65. Last kiss?

' What about it?

66. Does your ex miss you?

' Errrr... Ker bears

67. Does anyone love you?
' Naman! Anyone, anytwo, anymany miney moo!

68. Can you make yourself sneeze?

' Whatever for... but with a few 'teatro' tricks when needed be in a scene, yes...

69. Has your ex moved on?
' What's with all the questions about my ex? you like? Go get! All yours...

70. Do you easily get confused?
' Not really

71. Do you think you would make a good wife/husband?
' Remains to be seen, but I believe so.

72. Where were you at 9am this morning?
' Comelec Office, if I am not mistaken

73. Do you fall for people easily?
' Ay nako! Classic!

74. Everything happens for a reason?
' Yes, they do, whether the reason be revealed in time or not! They do!

75. What does your last text message read?
' This is my new number, please save...

76. How was your week so far?
' As Karen Carpenter once sung... We've Only just egun... beybeh!

77. Is there something you wish you could tell someone but can’t?

' I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me, but they say Actions Speak Louder than words, so, listen carefully..

78. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

' By all means

79. Does the last person you shared a bed with mean anything to you?

' Yes

80. Do you sleep with the TV on?

' No... It keeps me up

81. Are you too forgiving?

' I don't think so

82. Have you ever wanted to be a firefighter?

' Ay yes~ pero now, I'd rather be 'with' a firefighter, and lately, I have been known to start conflagrations!

83. Do you still have pictures of you & your ex?

' Some of them, yes

84. Who do you miss?

' A handful of people. Mahirap na may makalimutan

85. What was the last thing you put in your mouth?

' A stick of Mentholated Lung Cancer

86. Are you signed onto IM?

' Dont have IM... YM lang

87. If you could have any car what would it be?

' Though I miss my Cappucinno, sorry but it must be a Jaguar Safarai
Edition! Potah! Pangarap na rin lang, sagarin na!

88. What are you stressed out about?

' Nothing, really

89. Do you have anything in your pockets right now?

' I am not a kangaroo... I'm naked now and humans don't have pockets

90. How many windows are open on your computer?

' One but with 10 tabs

91. In the past week have you gotten sick?

' Thankfully no

92. In the past week have you fallen in love?

' Howd'ja know that? YES

93. How many mugs of coffee have you taken today?

' 4 and counting

94. What book did you last read?

' Half wqay throug Stepehn King's "Lisey's Story"

95. What can’t you wait for?

' To start LIVNG MY OWN LIFE

96. What do you do most of your time lately?

' Hang a bit and wait for things to blow over, in between sipping coffee, reading, writing and falling in love...

97. How much clothes do you have in your closet?

' Too much, and it will be hard for me to pack when I finally leave

98. On a scale of 1-10 How good is life?

' 10 and it's just starting to get better still

99. Will you and your ex ever get back together?

' Will world peace ever be achieved?
Will there be lasting peace in Mindanao?

100. Do people hate you?

' Do I give two shits?

Whew! Hirap nun ha! Now I guess I deserve a proper welcome...

And a come back. fitting enough I hope, to make up for lost time.

I missed ya'll! Mwah!

Date ME

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 20:11:00 +0000

"Hi, I heard you'd be leaving Iloilo soon. I am sure you'd make it wherever you choose to go. There is only one thing I regret; to have never asked you out on a date. now I think it's too late."

Text yan sa akin ng isang ay nako ewan. I quashed the urge to reply.

"The thought of you asking me out on a date has never crossed my mind. I couldn't imagine me going out with you, for the life of me."

At dahil kind ako, I replied this instead.

"Well, some people live a lifetime in a minute says Al Pacino as Lt. Col Slade in 'Scent of a Woman'..."

He replied...

"What u mean? Hope u had a gr8 nyt. Take gud ker ok. smiley face"

Haynako, exactly why I can not imagine me dating you! I must have me some decent conversation on a date noh.

I wouldn't really mind a fancy location or whatever, pero for me, the point of dating is getting to know the person more. You have to show me what you've got between your ears before we get to discovering whats between your legs. Fuck my brains first and I'd willingly fuck you off per se.

Just a thought, perhaps, and a little vanity... Sige na nga... Instead of telling you how I want a date to go, let me just throw you, dear readers, a question. Pasensya na... kaya nga may comment link eh, gamitin natin...

If I would say yes to a date with you, granting that it would be all up to you, how would it go? Where would you take me and what would we be doing? Or if it'd be impossible to 'date' me because, you are, for example, like Charmita or Dawn, how would you advice someone what to do or where to go should he/she want to take me out for a date?

Walang premyo sa pinakamagandang date plan, pero malay mo, I just might take you up on it...

And oh, by the way, like a little give away, let me tell you these:

Aside from good talk, which I already mentioned, and coffee, which is such a give away... please, please, please...

DO take me dancing!

Now, how would you date me?

Un-Gay Yourself?

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 21:59:00 +0000

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I have been blog hopping and a few of the blogs I follow posted this question:

If there was a pill that one could take to turn them straight, would you take it?

I really took a long, deep and hard look at the question before I was able to answer.

My instant and off the top of my head, and perhaps, gut answer was YES. I would! Yes because life would be easier if I was a straight male! YES because masculinity, in this world, this lifetime and this current reality, is STILL power!

I have always advised young badettes I have come in contact with, who would tell me how they see their badingness as a 'crisis' or as a 'phase', how I wished them well, and hoped to the high heavens that they would resolve their confusion in favor of heterosexuality, rather than homosexuality. I always think that if you can not be strong enough, then you should not have any business being gay at all. Stay straight! For the life of you!

I know I will be getting a beating from the Homoactivists about this, but really, with all due respects, let me say that it has not been very easy for any of us PLU's no matter how 'blessed' we may have been. When friends would say of their sons or young boys "Hala, bata pa, nagbabadya na!" (So young yet showing signs of Homosexuality) I would always say "sana naman wag, (I fervently hope, he will not be).

I consider myself as someone who, well, relatively, had it easy on the 'growing up gay', thing. Maybe because I was bisexual and had meaningful relationships with girls, it was easier for me than most people to grow up gay and embrace fully my sexuality. I did not have the 'lublob dram' scene, nor got beaten shit less to 'masculinate' me nor got sent forcibly to some 'masculinating' activity such as the military, church or the local prosti den. Besides, I am not the effeminate sissy or cross dressing and I had natural interests in some 'non-gay' activities, such as roughing it out, mountain climbing/hiking, and other such stereotypical macho stuff. The only dead give away is my zero interest in playing basketball, which is a pinoy male thing. My non-alcoholic lifestyle is easily written off due to my allergy. My father would swear off that I am not gay, and would be very confused since I would bring home my girlfriends. Even if at one time, he said that he would never accept me being gay, and I answered him, I do not need you to accept my being gay or anything, I am just informing you that I am, end of conversation.

My story is really simple. I do not even attribute my being gay to a traumatic past. I was not a molested child. Though I was a battered kid under an uber disciplinarian Dad, his emotional absence was never a reason for me to have been gay. It was never a crisis for me and I have never undergone the whole disbelief/rejection/fighting it/bargain stages of grief thinggie. I just had an epiphany and my 'outing mantra' has always been this: "If two people understand each other, enjoy each other, would like to be together and love each other, why should it stop them from being together just because they are of the same sex?"

I have never also wanted to be a girl. I am not one to say "I am a woman trapped in a man's body." I'd rather say I am a man open enough to understand that sometimes you just want Dick. As I have said, I never wanted to be a girl. I like my Dick, and the things I can do with it. I do not have a revulsion towards the vagina. In fact, I like them. I get turned on by a curvaceous sexy little thing! Big boobs give me a pecker. I equally get aroused by girly strip tease and macho dancing grooves. I even warn some of my close female friends not to get too chummy with me because if they hug me and I get a boner, its not my fault... blame hormones.

Now, on to the question. Do I wanna ungay myself and take the pill? As I have said, it is never easy to be gay; most especially be a bisexual gay. If you have a jealous partner, you are in for a rut! You can not look at other men, nor can you look at other women! Double Jeopardy, I should say. DO not get me wrong. For me, bisexuality has never been and should never be an excuse for infidelity. If I have a boyfriend, I do not take on other girls. Same as when I have a girlfriend, it does not give me a license to have a boyfriend on the sides.

Reading the blog HERE, the author posits that the reason he does not want to take the pill is because he does not want to trade and lose his current relationship with his lover at the moment. AWWWW Kilig kilig and sickeningly and sugary sweet indeed! Sheesh! I wish I had that same excuse not to take the pill.

Now, after everything has been considered, does anything change my answer?
Proudly, YES!
And my final answer would be... NO I would not take it.
It would be nice and easy to just give in to the urge to make things and life easier but, No, I wouldn't have it any other way. I have come so far and I would not want it any other way.

I am not heterophobic because even if I do not see myself in a serious relationship with a straight male, I still have real and meaningful friendships with the heterosexual male types and they are wonderful wonderful creatures, but I do not think I would be what I am right now if I was not gay. My great great friends would perhaps be not my friends if I was straight. My passions would not have been mine if I was not gay. My drive and my raison de etre's would not be so if I was not gay. My crystal clear convictions would not have been as crystal clear had I not been gay. I wouldn't be where I am right now if I wasn't gay. My homosexuality is not merely a matter of sexual preference.

In short... I wouldn't be ME if I wasn't GAY.

I remember a dear old friend. He was a college professor and we spent wonderful times talking with each other. He lived as a Tibetan Monk and would have been a Grand Acharia (Whatever that means or spelled) before he went back to a 'normal' life when he fell in love with his wife. there is this dance, according to him, that would 'ungay' someone. It is a ritual dance that warriors would do before going to battle. It was called the "TANDAVA". It was a dance that would purportedly increase the production of the male hormone Testosterone. It was, according to him an ancient ritual dance with skulls and daggers, and if taught properly, would eventually 'ungay' a person by increasing his Testosterone and aligning his consciousness to the Masculine Force.

He said that this dance was purportedly taught by Lord SHIVA himself. He also warned me that although some still dance the Tandava, like some members of the Ananda Marga, this is but a 'watered-down' version of the original mystic dance. He said he would guide me and teach me to do it properly should I decide to 'ungay' myself. I remember myself saying no to him. I was and still am happy with what I am then, but I really really gave the offer much thought. He still reminds me every now and then that should I change my mind, the offer still stands. He said that if at any time I feel my homosexuality is causing me unhappiness and I want to 'ungay' myself, he will still be willing to help me. I believe him actually, because he taught me a meditative technique that I still use and is very effective. He told me that this is a meditation technique used by the Monks themselves, in order for them to maintain a prayerful, and almost 'sleepless' life. Done properly, 30 minutes of this meditation technique is equivalent to 8 hours of full sleep. Yes, it does work and has served me well. SO I believe he can teach me the Tandava to Un gay me.

BUT No, thanks. I am happy being me... GAY!

There has been so much study, research, debates and speculations on how the 'gay phenomenon' really is. Some say it has been there since time immemorial, and just not in public view at that time, and simply neglected. Maybe its genetic. Maybe its environmental. Maybe its a choice. Maybe its a triggered reaction. Maybe we're born 'it' or with it. Maybe its Maybeline!

To add to the fray I always say that I think homosexuality is an evolutionary thing. We Homosexuals are the next step in evolution. After all, nature is a sentient being. With the boom of population and worldwide hunger and depletion of resources, Mother Nature did some tweakings of her own to fight it and avoid ultimate destruction. Population rates have to lessen and birthrates have to decline. thus there are storms, typhoons and other 'tragic' catastrophes that eliminate human lives by the thousands. In the same light, thus, FAIRIES were born.

I know it's a bit far off and reek of sci-fi addiction, but hey, I bet the Stone Age man would have the same reaction if he ever thought of the "modern man!" Come on! You know I have a point there! You know that it's sound logic, don't you?

So please, step back, lowly evolved human beings. Make way for the next step in the evolution ladder! Step back and bow before Nature's most potent Force!

As for the 'Ungaying Pill,' thanks but no, thanks... Try selling it to my father. I'm sure he will but it by the crates and try slipping one in my drink! Tee Hee!

Photo Credits:

http://www.thingsyoungerthanmccain.com/mccain-birth-control-viagra/
http://www.niagarapride.ca/resources.htm
http://www.pridecounseling.tv/domestic_violence.html
http://www.twolia.com/blogs/zoboxrox/
http://www.bryanchristiedesign.com/portfolio.php?illustration=279&category=15&open=
http://www.journeyofindia.com/dance/
http://vamsikarra.wordpress.com/2009/05/29/understanding-the-science-of-avatars-in-hinduism/
http://newzar.wordpress.com/2009/05/06/intolerant-poland/
http://phillyist.com/2005/11/11/return_to_sende_17.php
http://badgals-radio.com/?p=2144

Para kay Z - free writing daw to!

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 03:58:00 +0000

Try natin ang free writing na yan!

Simulan natin sa isang mensahe para kay Z:

Ayoko na!

Napapagod na ako.

Sa loob ng isang taon lang nakailang lipatan ka na ba?

Nakailang sunod na din ako sa yo.

Ngayon naman, lilipat ka na naman.

Nakakapagod din naman ang sundan sundan ka sa kung saan saang lupalop ka nag lilipat lipatan.

Sawa na ako na lagi na lang bubuntot buntot sa yo.

Kaya ayoko na! Tama na! Ayoko nang sundan ka sa kung saan ka na naman lilipat.

Dito lang ako. Ayokong sumunod!

ETCHOS LANG!

Wala na si Farrah

Actually tinatamad lang ako mag update ng links sa bagong bahay ni Zen at wala lang din akong maisulat. Kahit namatay na si Mit-tsa-el wala namang kamatayan ang kanyang mga awitin at musikang pinasikat. Tulad ng mga boses bata nyang tugtugin na hindi na rin maibabaon sa limot ng panahon. Lola na rin si Farah at ang Anghel ay kailangan na ring itabi ang kanyang mga pakpak at mag pahinga. Paalam sa inyong dalawa.

Ugatpak

Meanwhile ang Mambabatchoy naman ay naghahanda na sa pag lagay muli ng kanyang ugatpak at tulad ng isang matipunong Mulawin ay naghahanda na ring lumipad sa papawirin upang tuklasin ang nasa dako pa roon at habulin ang mga ulap ng pangarap at mabuhay ng malaya at para sa sarili. Sori na lang at di ako marunong mag plawta o mag silindron kaya wala tayong sawn epeks.

Orchestrated Ignorance

Sa dinami dami ng instrumentong musikal ni isa wala akong alam tugtugin. Pramis kahit triangle, cow bell o tambourine di ako marunong tumugtog. Dalawang sequence lang din ang alam ko sa lyre; yung para sa consecration, at para sa pag announce ng komunyon. . Dalawang sequence lang din sa kampanilya; yung mabilis at yung mabagal, at tatlong sequence sa kampana; para sa kasal/pista/Gloria, para sa patay/requim/lent at para sa panimula/pagtatapos/emergency.Nalaman ko lahat to nung sakristan mayor pa ako sa simbahan. Oo, sakristan ang mambabatchoy. Saulado ko pa ang Roman Misal sequence, pati na rin ang kulay ng mga solemnities at seasons sa Ordo. Kailangan kasi alam mo yun para tama ang maihandang vestments ng pari.

Hindi ko maalalang kailangan itaas ang 'palda' ni Father

As I have said, bobo ako sa myusik. Pano naman kasi, lahat ata ng pagkakataong matuto ako ng instrumento, lahat ata traumatic or distractions.

You're so Grand Beybeh!

Una, nag enroll ako sa piano nung elementary. Kakapalo ng titser ko sa kamay ko, one time, dinalhan ko rin ng pambambo. Nung napuno na ako, pinalu-palo ko din sya ng todo hataw. Letche, eh nagbayad ako para matutong mag piano, hindi para mabaog ang mga daliri. Hayun,
sinumpa nya ako na never matututo ng kahit anong instrumento.

In your arms like a Spanish Guitar! Caliente!

Next na sinubukan ko, gitara. Aktwali, lover ko noon ang nagtyagang magturo sa akin. Sinabihan nya ako na dapat daw putulan ko kuko ko kasi mas madali yun. Sabi ko naman saka na. Minsan, pinatulog nya lang ako, pinutol nya mga kuko ko. Nainis ako kasi parang walang respeto naman yun di ba? Ayun, binasag ko yung gitara nya. Kalaunan, binasag nya rin ang puso ko, panabla siguro.

Rhythm never got me

Sinubukan ko ring mag drums. May sariling mga utak ang kanan at kaliwang kamay ko. ayaw sumunod at mag tyempo. Saka, bobo din ako sa beat. Ultimo Bombo hindi ko mapag tayming. Saka, mabibingi ata ako dun eh. Lagi akong pinagagalitan ng titser kasi pag tinatanong ako, lagi ko lang sgaot ..."ehhh?" Ayoko mabingi noh!

Leave me Fretless

Last na sinubukan ko, violins. ambisyoso ko no? Eh gitara nga di ko maaral, yun pa kaya. Pero ok lang kasi nga kyutipie ang titser. At dahil nga siguro, kyutipie din ako, walang violinan na nangyari. Ibang lagarian ang naganap. eh malay ko ba naman na masasarapan pala sya nung perstaym nya itry mag bottom for me. Ayun... hanggang ngayon kinukulit kulit pa din akong mag jer pag sawa na sya sa bottom nyang jowa at gustong nyang magpa bottom na! Letche!

Siguro nga tatanda na lang akong bobo sa musika. Speaking of tanda, kung ako ang tatanungin nyo, mas makisig si Dakila (Eddie G) kesa kay Aguiluz (Richard) sa Mulawin. Hekhekhek.

Dakila

Dahil mahilig nga ako sa mas matanda sa akin, nagtatanong ang mga kaibigan ko; kung ang mahilig daw sa bata ay pedophile, (walang koneksyon kay MJ pramis) ano naman ang tawag sa mahilig sa matanda (wala din koneksyon kay Farah)?

Ano nga ba? Geriaphile? Kaloka ang nga sagot ng mga kaibigan ko.

- Lion-O (kasi thundercats sya)

- Undertaker (taga hukay kasi ng libingan)

- Juraphile (as in Jurassic)

- Beneficiary (naman to oh!)

Pero ang pinakapaborito ko ay

Archeologist! Mwahahahaha!

Well, saan na ba tayo dinala ng libreng agos ng utak ko? anjan ka pa ba? Huy!

Errr... ayoko na! Subukan ko na tugtugin ang organ ko. Nyekhekhekhek!

Photo Credits:

http://generocha.com/fineart/dreamscape1.html
http://www.co.carver.mn.us/departments/LWS/how_you_can_help!!.asp
http://www.flickr.com/photos/emdot/96674873/
http://www.sfcreate.co.uk/illus/music.html
http://lefteyeonthemedia.wordpress.com/2008/10/23/do-republicans-care-if-anybody-is-smarter-than-a-third-grader/catholic-mass-02/
http://www.webweaver.nu/clipart/music/piano.shtml
http://www.lakewoodconferences.com/catalog/46/1034/285903/sell_classical_guitar.html
http://cnx.org/content/m14533/latest/
http://www.adelaidescottishfiddleclub.com.au/public_national.shtml
http://www.igma.tv/gwi/programs/28/Aguiluz

Brink

luisbatchoy@gmail.com (Luis Batchoy) — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 00:31:00 +0000

Some things happen and I feel like a cyclone with all the centrifugal force of emotions counter acted by the centripetal force of my intellect.

I guess people reach their brink, and before they fall over the edge, instinct kicks in and survival skills come unbidden in an automatic and autonomic response.

What am I saying really?

Some times, you just get enough of bidding your time till you earn your chance to live life and set yourself free. Sometimes, things have to be robbed away from you in order for you to realize that you can not afford to be stripped off of what really matters most; the core of being the "YOU" that you are.

I have reached the brink, and I do not want to fall over the edge. this Batchoy Boi is now taking steps to a brave and bold dash to where the future is uncertain, but will definitely be a test of tensile strengths, character and kitsch!

The Batchoyan may take a slow back seat and become less active perhaps, until things normalize in the wake of a sudden storm of fate and faith.

Without further explanations, I have decided to take control of my own happiness and my own struggle to live and not simply exist.

Manila, here I come...