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Androgynous Identity and my "boyfriend" for the night

"Boss, get a number..." I didn’t look at him at first but then I realized that the bank security guard was asking me to get a number for the queue. Anak ng! I think sporting a short hair will increase the probability of me being body searched again.
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When I entered the mall, there were two arrows, one for males and one for females. As I was entering, the male guard was preparing to inspect my bag, but then I hurried to the female guard then I heard her muttered, "babae (female)" to her fellow guard.
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My friend Justin and I watched the latest Harry Potter film. It was good! But of course, my favorite HP film is still Azkaban (Alfonso rocks!). It was late so we rode the taxi and as he was the first one to get off, manong driver asked me, "San nakatira boyfriend mo... (Where does your boyfriend live?). Without batting an eyelash, I just told him the he lives somewhere north.

I didn't correct him for it will take more time and energy to explain that Justin is not my boyfriend and he is very happy with his current boyfriend. HAHAHAHA! It will sound complicated I tell you but I think that what makes our friendship last. I may not be his baby maker (I think we're just going to crack up if we do it), but we have a bond that is always there even if we haven’t seen each other for a long time. Love you Justin!

AMEN!

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rbasmayor said…
Hi Net,

Di ko pa napapanood ang Harry Potter pero marami ang di satisfied... Nagbalik na ang aking blog, may mga reviews na hehe... nalibang kasi ako sa friendster, nandun yung mga latest reviews ko pero ngayon migrated na siya sa blog ko!

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