Once upon a Saturday night... a not so long time ago...
Cinder-effing-rella had four invitations to the ball....a dilemma.... a good one, but still one....
A musclebound flight atendant, Lord Bong Darcy, Frodo Baggins, and blasting from the past, none other than Mr. C from my first post. All wanting to "catch-up".
It seems his fairy godmother is waving his pink-sequined-wand.
Mind you, our boy seldom gets the chance to go and have a ball (yes, pun very much intended) and to have four of these in one night thinly stretches the fine line between miracle and the insanely ridiculous.
He seriously gave this some thought. Then, at the stroke of midnight, he left his apartment.... glass sneakers and all.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
text and the city: rejection
The 10 stages of rejection via SMS.
- Hey, nice to hear from you! Schedule’s a bit crazy now with (insert why schedule is crazy here). Will let you know if I catch a break so we can plan to catch-up then…
- Hey, I’m meeting (insert common buffer friend’s name here) and he wants to join us! I’ll meet him at (insert where you’ll meet common buffer friend) and will bring him along! Fun!
- Cool. Can I bring my friend? I think you’ll like him ;-)
- Hey there. I’m good. You? I have (insert who here) visiting me right now so I can’t join you for (insert the original invite here). Sorry. Have fun at (insert original invite here)!
- I would love to but I already said yes to (insert what you said yes to here). Sorry...
- Sorry I missed your call. I was (insert why you didn’t pick up). I’ll call you back later… running off to (insert where you’re running of to)
- Intead of (insert original time here), can we meet a bit earlier, around (insert much earlier almost unreasonable time). I have to rush to another commitment after. Else, can we resched?
- Raincheck on the (insert original invite here). Not feeling too well…
- Hey there...I have to finish some work… will play it by ear?
And the final knockout blow..... - Who is this, please?
Just be careful about karma..... heeee!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Farewell to the Shire
But Frodo Baggins is not a hobbit in my tale. And neither is my tale an epic. But it could very well just be a fantasy... Reader discretion is advised :)
European. Ex naval officer. Hot. And near my office. He's here in Singapore on a short term assignment that will end quite as soon as I type. Who knows where he’ll be after December? Am I interested? Maybe a little bit but not quite so…. For me, he’s the perfect multple-night stander when the need arises. And he’s done remarkably well.
Frodo Baggins or better known as FB's, they are called. Handy and inconsequential – wherein both parties acknowledge non-exclusivity, avowed to a "don’t- ask-don’t-tell" rule. These days, men like me have them as part of our first-aid kits. In my case, a very limited kit.
No romantic dinner dates, no sweet sms’s, no future plans of any kind that extend beyond your next available date and only the occasional “are you free later?” message.... To which the other replies "perhaps.." Simple, uncomplicated and temporary.
But things seem to have a made a turn when, on a chat exchange, I told him that I might become more unavailable than before because I might be busy… easing him into the fact that I won't be seeing him anymore...
“A few more weeks and I’ll be out of here. I really want to see more of you”, he said…
“It might be a bit difficult,” I said..
After a pause, I said “ I’m gonna date a guy I like…”
“Oh”, he said.
“Can you postpone it until after I leave? :)”, he asked a few moments later…
I said, “I don’t think so... and I don’t want to”
Then he went quiet...
May you be happy in life, Mr. F. It was good while we lusted.
"The events depicted in this post may or may not be fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Do not contact me asking for Frodo Baggins' contact info...naman!!"
European. Ex naval officer. Hot. And near my office. He's here in Singapore on a short term assignment that will end quite as soon as I type. Who knows where he’ll be after December? Am I interested? Maybe a little bit but not quite so…. For me, he’s the perfect multple-night stander when the need arises. And he’s done remarkably well.
Frodo Baggins or better known as FB's, they are called. Handy and inconsequential – wherein both parties acknowledge non-exclusivity, avowed to a "don’t- ask-don’t-tell" rule. These days, men like me have them as part of our first-aid kits. In my case, a very limited kit.
No romantic dinner dates, no sweet sms’s, no future plans of any kind that extend beyond your next available date and only the occasional “are you free later?” message.... To which the other replies "perhaps.." Simple, uncomplicated and temporary.
But things seem to have a made a turn when, on a chat exchange, I told him that I might become more unavailable than before because I might be busy… easing him into the fact that I won't be seeing him anymore...
“A few more weeks and I’ll be out of here. I really want to see more of you”, he said…
“It might be a bit difficult,” I said..
After a pause, I said “ I’m gonna date a guy I like…”
“Oh”, he said.
“Can you postpone it until after I leave? :)”, he asked a few moments later…
I said, “I don’t think so... and I don’t want to”
Then he went quiet...
May you be happy in life, Mr. F. It was good while we lusted.
"The events depicted in this post may or may not be fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Do not contact me asking for Frodo Baggins' contact info...naman!!"
Saturday, November 22, 2008
If you post-it, it will come
A few weeks ago, my friends MC and TS had lunch over at my place and got to talking about the “drawings” that they had made in the past which later turned into realities. During that lunch, halfway between believer and skeptic, I kept making light jokes saying I will cut out a picture of Brad Pitt because THAT is what I want.
The following Wednesday after that lunch, as I was walking to my bus stop from choir rehearsal, I found myself walking towards a huge poster that hung outside the Singapore National Museum like a moth to a flame. My jaw dropped. Standing in the rain clad in only clingy white boxer shorts was a poster of Brad Pitt – headlining the Singapore photography exhibit of Robert Wilson that runs in November 08.
Inspired by a boxer-shorts-clad Brad, I stuck three post-it notes on the wall facing my office desk at home saying (1) I will go to London, (2) Massage scalp (because I’m beginning to lose hair), and (3) I will find Love.
This was a couple of weeks ago. And since then:
(1) I’ve recently met and dated a guy from London;
(2) I have high hopes that the scalp massages will work, and
(3) Too early to tell. But just a few hours ago, London guy just asked if I want to continue dating….
And I said yes.
I’m keeping these post-it’s on.
The following Wednesday after that lunch, as I was walking to my bus stop from choir rehearsal, I found myself walking towards a huge poster that hung outside the Singapore National Museum like a moth to a flame. My jaw dropped. Standing in the rain clad in only clingy white boxer shorts was a poster of Brad Pitt – headlining the Singapore photography exhibit of Robert Wilson that runs in November 08.
Inspired by a boxer-shorts-clad Brad, I stuck three post-it notes on the wall facing my office desk at home saying (1) I will go to London, (2) Massage scalp (because I’m beginning to lose hair), and (3) I will find Love.
This was a couple of weeks ago. And since then:
(1) I’ve recently met and dated a guy from London;
(2) I have high hopes that the scalp massages will work, and
(3) Too early to tell. But just a few hours ago, London guy just asked if I want to continue dating….
And I said yes.
I’m keeping these post-it’s on.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Can type, must meets
There are oddballs and nutjobs on the net, seriously. Yes, I am one of the millions of netizens that have profiles online looking for what have you. When the subject of internet profiles came up in recent a party, I just had to lament about the messages that I’ve been getting!
I get messages like “mind to be fren” - I mean, come on! You have a full set of keyboards with all the letters in the english alphabet. Please.Use.Them.
My favorite is – “can chat and f#$%?” – A friend, JW, commented that it was efficient, direct to the point and seems to be adept in multi-tasking. Bravo.
JW is no virgin when it comes to these types of messages as well. He recently copy-pasted one that he got from one of the random pokers (you know who you are…) in facebook, however less direct and a bit long winded:
hihi
I possibly am on November 20 in the Singapore 4 days!! I want to know you!! I am the Hong Kong person!! You? My English is not good!! But I start to want the study English!! haha...I come Singapore you to want and me meet? my
msnk***@yahoo.com.hk
you?msn?
Lovely.
It’s kinda sad that the internet is full of circus freaks and weirdos but it sure makes lively conversation topics. Last night, I got 4 messages along the same lines as the words of the “fren” and the “multi-tasker”. To which I just shot out a message to JW ranting about why I get messages like these. JW simply said that I should take to the streets and even volunteered to be the pimp to this ho-mo. And to further drive his point that I should get off my ass and put on my dancing shoes, the ever-eloquent JW showed me the latest message he received from dear Mr. k***…
(excerpt from JW’s message….)
“Now I leave you with some rather cryptic (yet heartfelt) words from our good friend k***... k*** appears to have made it all the way to Singapore, bless him...phrase book in hand he is tapping that keyboard and looking for lovin...just makes ya want to meet eats meal with him doesn't it?
JW
hihi
I have come Singapore yesterday!! On November 22 returns to Hong Kong!! You may speak Chinese??WE MEET?? Your telephone number?? Meets eats meal?
msn
k***@hotmail.com"
Namaste.
I get messages like “mind to be fren” - I mean, come on! You have a full set of keyboards with all the letters in the english alphabet. Please.Use.Them.
My favorite is – “can chat and f#$%?” – A friend, JW, commented that it was efficient, direct to the point and seems to be adept in multi-tasking. Bravo.
JW is no virgin when it comes to these types of messages as well. He recently copy-pasted one that he got from one of the random pokers (you know who you are…) in facebook, however less direct and a bit long winded:
hihi
I possibly am on November 20 in the Singapore 4 days!! I want to know you!! I am the Hong Kong person!! You? My English is not good!! But I start to want the study English!! haha...I come Singapore you to want and me meet? my
msnk***@yahoo.com.hk
you?msn?
Lovely.
It’s kinda sad that the internet is full of circus freaks and weirdos but it sure makes lively conversation topics. Last night, I got 4 messages along the same lines as the words of the “fren” and the “multi-tasker”. To which I just shot out a message to JW ranting about why I get messages like these. JW simply said that I should take to the streets and even volunteered to be the pimp to this ho-mo. And to further drive his point that I should get off my ass and put on my dancing shoes, the ever-eloquent JW showed me the latest message he received from dear Mr. k***…
(excerpt from JW’s message….)
“Now I leave you with some rather cryptic (yet heartfelt) words from our good friend k***... k*** appears to have made it all the way to Singapore, bless him...phrase book in hand he is tapping that keyboard and looking for lovin...just makes ya want to meet eats meal with him doesn't it?
JW
hihi
I have come Singapore yesterday!! On November 22 returns to Hong Kong!! You may speak Chinese??WE MEET?? Your telephone number?? Meets eats meal?
msn
k***@hotmail.com"
Namaste.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
How soon is too soon?
I was at Bar Restaurant On the Hill, aka BROTH, having dinner with a guy who seemed to be constantly dropping and looking for his shoe under the table. That or a cat was constantly rubbing itself on my leg under the table.
It’s the first date with PW. Well mannered, articulate, successful, obviously smart, confident and has a plump bum that I just want to bounce coins on. Check, check, check, check, check, and yum! And to top it off, he seems to “funcy” me a great deal J.
We shared a sardine appetizer. It was fishy so I thought – good thing I brought mints J. Presumptuous much, I am.
But all throughout the dinner, I had my doubts as to what I was doing there. I like the guy and I was having a good time. We laughed and chatted without lulls. But a nagging thought was flashing through my mind… Is it too soon?
Ok, technically, this was my first date after my last relationship. I was very apprehensive going into the date because I haven’t dated for a while and I was rusty. I decided to overdress a bit rather than feeling out of place and I put on extra-strength deodorant for good measure. I made sure I watched the news days before and gathered snippets of current events, just in case the subjects come up. I even brushed my teeth twice. But none of these seemed to matter when we started talking. He found my most boring material, such as my weekends, completely interesting. He was even keen to try Filipino food (to which I cried Noooooooooo!) at some point. (Mental note: ask flatmate MM to whip up a good meal at home – To which I will claim all the credit!)
It’s too soon, it’s too soon, it’s too soon… cried my brain… My heart said, “Is it?” in response.
And before he showed off how his car converts to a top-down, we kissed.
And at that moment, my brain finally went quiet and… I sighed.
Thank God for mints!
It’s the first date with PW. Well mannered, articulate, successful, obviously smart, confident and has a plump bum that I just want to bounce coins on. Check, check, check, check, check, and yum! And to top it off, he seems to “funcy” me a great deal J.
We shared a sardine appetizer. It was fishy so I thought – good thing I brought mints J. Presumptuous much, I am.
But all throughout the dinner, I had my doubts as to what I was doing there. I like the guy and I was having a good time. We laughed and chatted without lulls. But a nagging thought was flashing through my mind… Is it too soon?
Ok, technically, this was my first date after my last relationship. I was very apprehensive going into the date because I haven’t dated for a while and I was rusty. I decided to overdress a bit rather than feeling out of place and I put on extra-strength deodorant for good measure. I made sure I watched the news days before and gathered snippets of current events, just in case the subjects come up. I even brushed my teeth twice. But none of these seemed to matter when we started talking. He found my most boring material, such as my weekends, completely interesting. He was even keen to try Filipino food (to which I cried Noooooooooo!) at some point. (Mental note: ask flatmate MM to whip up a good meal at home – To which I will claim all the credit!)
It’s too soon, it’s too soon, it’s too soon… cried my brain… My heart said, “Is it?” in response.
And before he showed off how his car converts to a top-down, we kissed.
And at that moment, my brain finally went quiet and… I sighed.
Thank God for mints!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
It's when I digress...
Freshly squeezed from an almost two-year relationship, I'm back into the scene. Maybe not exactly wiser.
So, now what?
Ok, I've started to notice signs of aging from my 33 year old self and whenever I go out, I notice that the number of younger specimen seem to multiply by the minute. As I age by the second. This is harsh but oh so true. I can only laugh till I cry. But not too hard though. Remember, crows' feet are very telling. Not good in a subculture where youth is a premium. Yes and all the more so in my circles.
I'm a Filipino trying to survive in the small city state of Singapore. I take care of myself by working out regulary and people don't seem to cringe when they see me so I guess I look, as the locals put it, "quite OK lah" or "not bad leh". I sometimes get "quite cute" compliments too... I still wonder if I should be flattered by that. "Cute" is good but "quite" dampens it a bit. Oh, I get "quite huggable"-s too.... Hmm... does that mean they think I'm fat?! I have a good job and a cool set of friends. I have diverse interests and I also happen to be gay. Yup, I am and proudly so... but I'm not all that. Which is why I'd rather be referred to as a "happen to be".
Aaaaaaanyway…. The thing is, I have a date tomorrow. The first in what could potentially be a long line of firsts. My flatmate, MM, told me to accept the dinner invitation from this guy I met recently. I'm gonna have a good night's sleep tonight so I won't look too daggy tomorrow.
Let's see how this one fares.... he's brit and 6'ft tall. With a charming british accent and a nice bum. Heeee! Things are litruhlly looking uwp.
So, now what?
Ok, I've started to notice signs of aging from my 33 year old self and whenever I go out, I notice that the number of younger specimen seem to multiply by the minute. As I age by the second. This is harsh but oh so true. I can only laugh till I cry. But not too hard though. Remember, crows' feet are very telling. Not good in a subculture where youth is a premium. Yes and all the more so in my circles.
I'm a Filipino trying to survive in the small city state of Singapore. I take care of myself by working out regulary and people don't seem to cringe when they see me so I guess I look, as the locals put it, "quite OK lah" or "not bad leh". I sometimes get "quite cute" compliments too... I still wonder if I should be flattered by that. "Cute" is good but "quite" dampens it a bit. Oh, I get "quite huggable"-s too.... Hmm... does that mean they think I'm fat?! I have a good job and a cool set of friends. I have diverse interests and I also happen to be gay. Yup, I am and proudly so... but I'm not all that. Which is why I'd rather be referred to as a "happen to be".
Aaaaaaanyway…. The thing is, I have a date tomorrow. The first in what could potentially be a long line of firsts. My flatmate, MM, told me to accept the dinner invitation from this guy I met recently. I'm gonna have a good night's sleep tonight so I won't look too daggy tomorrow.
Let's see how this one fares.... he's brit and 6'ft tall. With a charming british accent and a nice bum. Heeee! Things are litruhlly looking uwp.
CAUGHT!
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