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Post-Birthday thoughts...

I was wondering why most people who greeted me during my birthday chided me.. "San ang inuman?" (When/where our drinking session will be). I know that I am not a classy person... I am really a "cowboy" who just likes to hang out with friends and of course drink beer! A quote from a Tech Guy here scares me... "Sa langit, walang beer!" - (There are no beer drinking sessions in heaven).

I don't think so! Remember that Jesus was a good friend to drunkards, party-people and tax collectors! He avoided the Pharisees and the holier-than-thou people during those times.

I think if He were alive today, he will be one of our drinking buddies! Cheers!

Mr. Dreamboy in Drag...

Originally uploaded by amazonangbading. Melanie Marquez... eat your heart out!

My "Dreamboy"....

Originally uploaded by amazonangbading. Makes me really think and ponder if I am a true blue human "gaydar"? Congratulations Coach Erbie! And also to the alluring, Sultry Princess! You guys are truly the best! Peace!

Nice photos by fafa Gido (Angelo Jacino).

Presenting the Men In Drag... I likey them!

Growing Down?

In a few days, I'll be turning 27. Quite young I might say. When I was younger, I thought 27 people were OLD. But no, as they say, 30 is the new 20, 40 is the new 30, so on and so forth. Maybe, it's because people these days don't mature as they used to in the "olden" days.

If I were to compare my twenty-seven year old self with a seventeen-year old Anto, I can deduce that in some aspects I have grown down... not grown-up. Why? Because I think I am much mature when I was in my teens as compared to who I am right now. Physically, I also looked older when I was younger... hmm... interesting...

Or is it just a matter of perspective?

Maybe, because when I was younger, I lived in a box, I was stable in my own sets of rules, there were no gray areas. I lived comfortably, sheltered in my own little world.

Black is black, white is white and I only see the good in people. But when the barriers went down, it was delicious total chaos in everything that I see.

A cause worth fighting for...

Reposted from fafa Cris ;) mwah!

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had.
I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on…
Battlecry of Men in drag?

"It takes a real man to fill a woman's shoes. "

I can't wait for tomorrow's pageantry! A gala of men guised as voluptous, scintillating women... reminiscent of Ms. Eng'g.

Go gerls!
my heaven...

God, oh God, are you there?

As I was busy munching down two servings of Country Style Spaghetti (the best! burp!), I was reading about this Washington lobbyist who wanted to represent atheists in the Republican-dominated (translation: ultra-conservative) US Government. I was thinking that either she's really smart or conversely very, very jaded.


"Brown likens atheists today to gays in the 1970s: people just coming out of the closet to fight for acceptance. 'There's been so much rhetoric in the past decade about how important religion is to being a good person,' she says, that 'it's been scary' for people to say they don't believe in God. She vows to 'use the A-word and not cringe.'"
In a recent Pew Research Center poll, 11% said they do not believe in God but do believe in a "universal spirit" or "higher power"; 3% said they do not believe in God or a spirit or power. In a separate question, 1…
"Love, believe, survive, LOVESTRUCK! "

I haven't watched a movie in an air-conditioned, lulling me to sleep, air-freshener-filled movie theatre for quite some time. And after, a long hiatus (a month is soooo long), my friend Laurie and I watched Lovestruck! (can't help myself, I have to put an exclamation point there).

"Together forever, La la la la (forgot the lyrics)". This is a circa 1986 movie. A movie with a production number at the start and at the end as the credits are rolling, think "Petrang kabayo, or horsey-horsey tigidig-tigidig". Well, so much about the okray.... this movie is fun to watch. A light movie that will make you laugh and make you forget your worries for awhile.

Loved the gay character of Rainier Castillo (hayy.. really a sucker for gay men). I think Mike Tan has a cute smile. My favorite writer Jessica Zafra was parodied in this movie. Jolina Magdangal played the part of a book author/columnist. She and Jenalyn have those c…
Footlose! The Musical

Okay, where do I start? I am still at an all-time high probably from caffeine or from adrenaline (as a result of a celebrity sighting). Yup, there will be a celebrity somewhere in this. Not from the cast of footloose but from the man of my dreams... gushing as I type these words.

First, I have to describe my companions in this ultra-fab night. The FAB 3, the F girls, comprising of "itago na lang natin sa mga pangalang": Daphne with her chick outfit and super classy bag that was probably used by Benjamin Franklin in his lightning experiments, my Ate Anna Karenina, with her 80s mod look that could put the whole Smokey Mountain to shame and of course moi, the mastermind of this event with my pink outfit, if my two companions are truly fab then I can add flab to our fabulousness! Kidding guys, you know how I really loved your outfits! Mwah!

I would like to thank our contact Westley for giving us good seats and with discounts! (sshhh, shhhhh). This was the fir…
OMIGOD! A double treat! Magazine Heaven!!!! A true R & R

I am dying of envy. I wish I was the one in-between these two hunk of flesh!
Gorah ang watash!

I am so loving this word! I am an avid fan of gay lingo. As much as I can, I try to inject as much swardspeak in my everyday conversations (chorva, variables, eklabush, etc). Imagine a concall with an expat, I suddenly blurted out 'the 'chorva' requirements'.... Bongga! (circa 1970s swardspeak).

Courtesy of my girl baklush cubbiemate (a kindred spirit through and through, a fellow libran), I am able to remember this word, "Gorah ang watash!" translation: Go!. It has such panache and a very active, passionate verb. Imagine trying to motivate a group of UAAP basketball players, down by a point with only 10 seconds remaining in the shot clock and then suddenly the coach in all serious demeanour will say, "Gorah ang watash!". I bet that team will win that game!

Last night, we had a very close basketball game. But we have to give it to the Blue Koolitz team... they were great! The game was so tight I could hardly breathe. But the pinkalu…
TGIF's favourite saint

Just like the Irish, I think there's a gene that dictates alcohol tolerance. I should know, I grew up around beer bottles. Every time my father will come home from Dubai (naks, free plug for star cinema), there will always be cases and cases of beer at home and of course, clouds of cigarette smoke galore.

Every male in my father's side is a "sunog baga". I think there was a water shortage in the past and the clan had to resort to drinking beer to survive. Well, that's just a theory. I am just simply amaze by the number of bottles that each cousin, uncle and of course my father can empty.

I had my first 'drink' during our graduation party. For me, it was legit since officially, we were college graduates and we're way past eighteen.... so freedom!

That night, we were given beer stubs, each stub is equivalent to one bottle of beer. My friends will give me their beer stubs because they're not to keen in drinking. That night I…
Buy Cosmo September 2005!

Why???? Check the centerfold. Fafa Richard Gutierrez and Dennis Trillo! Hayyy... drool...drool... droool....

Side Comment: From now on, I am going to learn to stop from keeping it all inside and bottling up my frustrations and irritations. I am going to be outspoken, frank and upfront about what I want in my life. No more martyrs. I am sorry, but I just had it. I think my friends will benefit from it. They'll finally know that I am no pushover. I think my Scorpio ascendant is getting stronger... dahon, this is it.