Tipsy Is Helping Me

I am tipsy. Yeah. But I'm not drunk.

I know where I am going. I can put the tips of my fingers with no problems. I can recite the ABC with no mistakes. But I kept on typing incorrectly.

I decided to do this post today, coz I feel that I can express myself better when I am drunk or tipsy, to be exact. As a proof, sentences are coming out perfectly as I walked myself home.

Now with an SML can beside me to keep me tipsy, I can continue writing.

This is the night of Daughtry. The American Idol. The breakthrough non-idol winner with such Billboard number 1 hits. I dressed up with my fave OUTDOOR orange shirt and headed for Cubao MRT. As agreed by my officemates.

6 PM was the call time. They are still in Boni. One was waiting for the train. The other was still at home. I sent a message to the officemate at home "Ateh, hindi sa Araneta ang concert. Sa Eastwood!". No pressure. That's what she (yes, both of them are she's!!)

Gulp Gulp.

Since I thought they'd be taking a lot of time. I decided to go to SB Araneta. Where my clanmates were actually doing a little bonding session. (Yes, I am a part of a clan - a G4M clan. I won't tell what clan it is. It is for you to find out). There they where. I grabbed a chair. Did the usual chitchats. Boyhunting sessions. Da who portions. And everything that bisexuals and gay men combined together can do (exclude the ORGY and everything that comes before that).

We were seated outside SB Araneta minding our own business. There was a pair of guys next to our table. About 2 meters away. They were talking. I never really paid attention to them. In fact, I never really did care. Whatever they talked about, they did or whatever crossed between their table was out of my business.

Then out of nowhere, a friend of them came. *Gulp* I recognized him. It was my former officemate. The friendly side of me made me stood up. Walked towards him and grabbed his elbow. He recognized me. "Oi. Kamusta na" "Ok lang" After those sentences, my head looked to the guy on my right. Shet, I recognize you. Fuck. My EX!

Hi. Hey. Oh musta. Long time no see ah. Uu nga eh. Musta ka na. Oh my God. My ex in front of me. We talked. No bitterness. No heart feelings. All light. All smooth. Took a chair. Sat down. We chatted like no one was there. Just the two of us. We exchanged numbers. And the talk went on again. It is as if nothing happened. I asked him. Oh nakailan ka na? I mean ex? Dalawa pa lang. Ikaw yung una. Ah. Eh ikaw? I never answered. Marami na no?

Kailan nga pala yun? Di ko matandaan eh. 2005? Hindi. Ang pagkakaalam ko graduating ka nun eh. Nag-aaral pa ako. Uu. 2005 yata yun. Ok sige 2004. He he. O ayun nga.

Everything was so smooth. NO questions about why we left each other. What went wrong. All that ex issues crap. Everything was so light. *Gulp gulp gulp* Everything just turned out well.

Until the time came. My officemates were already waiting. In front of the Araneta center. Bid farewell to the clan. Took my Ipod from one of my friends. Went to the other table. said goodbye to my former officemate. Said goodbye to my EX. Actually, kiniliti ko sya sa side. My usual way of saying goodbye. (My former officemate nga pala didn't know I was bisexual. I guess that's what I thought. But that doesn't really matter anymore. He's gay. I'm bisexual. Sooner or later, he'd find out. Our world's governed by six degrees of separation.)

I ran toward the Araneta Coliseum front. There they were waiting on a cab. I rode the cab. And off to Eastwood.

Let's get this part quick. *Gulp Gulp* Yes, I am gonna brag about Daughtry. I just love his bald head. And the facial hair. My fetish. And his voice. Heaven's gift to mainstream rock. Or pop-rock. Whatever. he sang the best songs. Over You. It's Not Over. Home. All These Lives. Breakdown. What About Now. Feels Like Tonight. Used To.

There was a part where he requested every camera present to take a shot on his count. Four Three Two One. Then he'd pose. Then all cameras were flashing. Such a great concert. The next time he comes back, I'll be on front row. Fighting my way for the drumsticks, his towel or even the feel of his hands. And perhaps being sprayed by the water. THE CONCERT WAS A BLAST. Btw, I think I saw Bianca Araneta. OMG, goddess indeed. Shet!

Can't get over the concert, we decided to drink. Headed to IL Pirata. Took a table. And then the menus were given. Hey. You. Waiter. Shet. Gwapo mo! Grabe. Damn. Nice chinito eyes. Nice skin. And the braces. You may not have facial hair. But damn, OMG. Shet.

Ka-badtrip nga lang. Straight mode ako. Kainis. Whenever he passes by, I'd look at him. He looks back. I can't sustain the look. He he. Mahiyain ako eh. Pero whenever I get the chance. Go. I'd look at him. I just can't make the move. I'm with people who thinks I am straight. Waaaah. So kinausap ko yung friend ko na may kakilala doon. Babalik tayo dito. With bekis. Make me drunk. I'll get your number. I'll make YOUR night! Give you what you want! Ha ha. *Gulp gulp*

During those times when we were drinking and me trying to make a connection (with that waiter), someone was sending me a message. Some unknown guy. Turned out to be my ex's friend, who was in SB. He liked me. He invited me to drinking sessions but I declined. Because I am already in one and I knew what will happen next. In some of his invitations, he included, "tabi ka sakin matulog." He even sent me a message asking me for SEX. He reasoned out that it was sent wrongly and it was his friend who texted.. damn. Oh cmon. Don't fool me. But then, he is kinda interesting. I just didn't notice him that much coz I was talking to my EX!!!!!!! Ha ha. *Gulp gulp*

Then the session ended. I think we were the last people to leave IL Pirata. With no name. No number. Nothing, Just a memory of his face. Waaah. My next target. HIM!

Here's a thought for you. What would you do if you meet your ex? Or if your ex's friend is interested in you??

Goodnight!

The Only One...

Left the office coupla minutes before ten to meet with my officemate who is on her off. Off to MOA. MOA here we come. We first took a restroom break. Then off to the bus. The usual traffic. The usual morning heat. The usual friday morning.

Then there was the big globe. MOA. At dahil alam kong ilalagay ko to sa blog ko, (nakalista na) i took a picture of MOA. Yung sa kabilang side nga lang. Kasi nakalimutan ko eh.

We then looked for the place. The place. Where we shall meet him. Atrium - Main Building. There was already a stall, selling CDs. We purchased our own CDs. Had our seats reserved and off to wandering. With a mall that big, you could easily get lost, like I do.

So to buy the time. Since the meet-up will be at 5 pm, we strolled and strolled and strolled for the next couple of minutes to more than an hour. We dropped by my favorites shops. Checked on some good clothes - the prices I mean. And talked about these guys we are about to meet later. Then we starved. And we satisfied our hunger. We ate sizzling food sa food court. She forced me to eat dun. Was craving for Delifrance. Tapos yung mais con hielo pa eh ang tabang. Argh. Anyways...

Still, lots of time to waste pa. Stroll mode. Walk mode. Window shop mode. Nothing purchased. Just looked. Then we finally got tired.

---and i'm tired too.. so i'll continue this tomorrow---

---good morning. fresh na fresh. let's continue---

So when got tired we sat down at one of the seats available. Ayan I took a picture again. He he. Tumambay kami dyan for around an hour. She was watching IT crowd episodes on my Ipod. Tapos ako naman laro ng Naruto sa PSP (badtrip lagi talo!). We talked about plaid shorts, yung mga friends kong nagpaparinigan thru text because of a guy, loans, and people passing by.

It was after an hour when we decided na umalis dun at bumalik sa Atrium. Before we got there, we passed by the Beijing 2008 Exhibit. Nandun yung mga happenings sa Beijing. Mga Filipino winners. Places kung saan ginanap ung mga previous Olympics. And the mascots. One guy, a Chinese I presume, gave us a set of bookmarks, each with a picture of one of the 5 mascots. I kinda find them cute. So I took pictures of them. He he.

(From L to R: Yingying, Beibei, Jingjing, Nini, Huanhuan [in Pinoy > Pirena!])

So much for the Beijing 2008 sidetrip. When we got there, there already a couple of people. Aba, kameet din nila? We noticed, na sila, may orange strips sa arm nila. Kami wala. They also had this small poster or card that was given to them after they purchased the CD. So lapit ang friend ko. Inquire to the max. At seconds later, meron na rin kami. Then a few minutes later, pumasok na kami sa loob. Got seated and waited for 2 hours for them.

While we were waiting. I got to my boyhunting mode again. No need to search actually. He already there. He was wearing a baby blue long-sleeved barong. He was wearing his ID - his ID lace labelled SM and two phones dangling along with his ID. I realized he was from SM that was helping set up the event. And while the actual guys weren't there yet, sya muna ang tinitignan ko. He has this white skin. Not so chinito eyes. And an almost fixed hair. Gusto ko ngang kunan ng picture kaso wag na lang. Akin na lang sya. Wahahaha. So my eyes were following him. For most of the time.

The DJ, which sounds very familiar to me, was talking about the videos and thanking the sponsors. Waaah. Ang tagal. We sat for two hours waiting for them. Inaantok na nga ako dun eh. At dahil sa wala akong magawa, nagpicture picture na lang uli ako..

Ang orange band na binibigau para makapasok ka...


At ang may sala kung bakit kami nag-aantay ng matagal...

The crowd became a little ecstatic when they saw the guys came. We stood up. Became very excited. Tapos etong kasama ko sobrang comment kasi naka-shades daw si Jason Wade. At ang gwapo gwapo daw. Didn't see him. Until pumunta sila sa likod ng stage. And as usual. VIP muna. Naisip ko. Astig talaga pag mayaman ka. Daming connection. Damn. But anyways, may thrill pa rin ung nag-eeffort kang makita sila nu. Mas fulfilling.

And the DJ starts jabbering again. Thanks the sponsors. Mentions about the concert. Talks about "no picture or video taking on the stage", and all that. JUST GET THEM HERE!!!

And then finally, they came out!!! Waaaaah! They were introduced one by one.. First was the extra guitarist that they will have for the concert, forgot his name. The the other guitarist Bryce Soderberg.. The the drummer Rick (complicated last name)... Then finally, vocalist... JASON WADE... Weeee. Everybody's so ecstatic. Shet. Ang gwapo ni Jason Wade. Cute. Gwapo. Perfect. Love his clean-shaved facial hair - fetish ko eh! Waaaaah.

They made short statements. Posed for the cameras. And, of course, meron din kami. It was my friend who was taking pictures. I was taking a video of them. Ha ha.

The extra guitarist of the band. Sorry forgot his name...


Bryce saying a couple of words..


Energetic drummer Rick...

At ang future tatay ng anak ko... Jason Wade (in my dreams..)

After the short speeches. They sat down. And the autograph signing started. As we were nearing the line. Ayan na. Malapit na. Face to face. Waaaah. Ako na. Handed out the album... Jason signed it, passed it on to Rick... then to Bryce... then to the last one... Syempre. Kelangan kong mahawakan mga hands nyan. Kamay kamay. Weeeeee. Shet! Starstruck ako. Jason was all smiles and charm. Rick was all energy and perkiness (Yeah!) and Bryce was all smile and pacute din. Ha ha... Nice meeting you. Nice meeting you... I went down the stage nervous and struck. Mahal ko na sya! Wahahahaha...

Ready to sign...

And the finished product...

We waited until natapos ung autograph signing. We watched and stared at them when they went to the bathroom. When they went out of the mall and rode their Chrysler. It was only when the Chrysler drove off that the fever ended. Bye bye Jason Wade. See you later sa concert...

JASON WADE...

Nung umuwi kami, it was clogged up sa MRT..(Talk about the real human trafficking!) Although everybody's stressed and naiinis, kami nung kasama ko, wala, sayang saya. Heaven na heaven. Thanks to Jason Wade.