6 posts tagged “gay”
a couple of weeks ago, i decided to introduce win to babylon and the rest of liberty avenue by doing a marathon rerun of qaf. the first time i saw this show was about 3 or 4 years ago and i didn't like it as much as i do now. funny how you can now relate to characters and situations that you never thought of before. and i have always loved watching emmett honeycutt steal almost every scene and stop every traffic while fabulously witty remarks. here are some of my favorite dialouges from emmett:
Emmett: Pink champagne.... yeah, uh, that's too nelly, even for me.
Emmett: I was talking to Dungeon Master Don, who wants to mumify me. Have you noticed that the world's getting weirder?
Emmett: I'm very flattered you should ask, so don't take this the wrong way, but . . . fuck off!
Emmett: Teddy, how many of those power bars have you had?
Ted: Who's counting?
Emmett: I am. That's your fourth. Do you know the number of carbs in those things, not to mention the calories?
Ted: So I'll burn 'em off.
Emmett: Honey, you'd have to go up in flames.
Emmett: I may be a slut, but at least I'm an honest slut.
Emmett: I once knew a guy who could tie a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue. I was afraid to let him blow me.
Emmett: Hollow eyes, 22-inch waist, inability to hold a conversation? He's either a total crystal queen, or a supermodel.
Emmett: Hello? Helloooooo? I know you’re there! I can hear your sinus condition!
Brian: Why aren't you home packing your lunch box for school tomorrow?
Justin: I don't need to. I'm not going.
Emmett: Let me guess, you heard they're going to make you draw vaginas.
and if anyone out there wants to give me a present, just because, i'll take one box set with utmost joy. :)
classic. three of austrailia's finest exports to hollywood: hugo weaving, terence stamp and guy pierce doing "finally" by cece peniston. this involves heavy make-up and multiple costume changes. loves it.
with names loke mitzi del bra, felicia jollygoodfellow and bernadette basinger, it's more than highly recommended!
gay lingo has never been overrated as it is today. there was a time that this was considered a secret code coined by gay people. now, even your grandmother can spit a chuva or two sporadically. thank god this lingo has evolved and somewhat reinvented for the ever getting bland homosexuals and fag hags of today. otherwise, there wouldn't be as much a difference between me and a regular hetero-jackass other than bad taste. here's the first batch of my favorite locally manufactured gar words, my attempt to explain their origin, meaning and their variations:
mars (noun) - came from the rootword kumare or mare, which is our version of a girl friend or sister in a very ghetto way. this is same as marse, maring, ning (from ning-ning, sister of ging-ging), misis, maritess and ma'am.
badette (noun) - originally bading from the 80's which simply refers to a gay person. however, i do not recommend using this towards homo-in-denials. the term may open the closets the way pandora's box was opened. other forms are badessa, badaf, badaftsina, baklush, badingerzi and ate gay.
chefer (word filler) most likely a spin-off of chuva, which also most likely came from a-chu-chu (local version of etcetera. this one is very handy and can be used several times in one sentence. it can be used it place of a person, an act, an event or anything you don't want to say out loud. also, prolific gay linguists can easily understand the word replaced by chefer without further explaining the issue. other people have hard time coping up with the conversation. you may also try, chenelyn, chenelyn parlor, chenelyn parlor games, kefer, kefrak, cheverly, skemi, skemi flactured and etchos garbanzos.
gay lingo is an art and definitely not for the slow. nowadays, using it sporadically is the right way to do it. using to many gay terms in one sentence may result to your listeners enduring a nosebleed. it's fun because it changes and adapts with the times. you can expound an existing word or create your own by adding catchy,meaningless words to a classic gay lingo. zsa zsa, badette. more kefers next time.
the subway ride
i haven't blogged anything personal lately and a lot has happened. i've always pondered on how personal my blog should get. these past few weeks, i've had a series of events flash before my eyes. i've been both confused and amused at the same time. the feeling was also strange yet familiar. yep, just like riding a speeding subway -- with me constantly looking at the images through the windows of the train. here we go.
alfred's return
i've met alfred last year through the wonders the of technology (read: blah), the internet. we've dated a couple of times and had some cheesy chemistry. then, one day, we stopped seeing each other. gay thing. too much work, other personal matters, new interests, in short we've moved on. come march of this year, i received a sms from him out of nowhere. the kind of message that comes out of nowhere but sparks your interest. after a few hesitations, hundreds of sms, and a couple of calls, we arranged for a little reunion. and then we started going out again. movies, text messages, dinners, text messages, and more text messages. by this time, you may have sensed something serious is going on. that love may work the second time around. i also had the same thought. wow. giddy me. i am in love again. however, i noticed that i wasn't as excited as i was the first time we were going out. isn't it that love's supposed to make your heartbeat race and your palms sweaty? daniel meade in ugly betty said so. now to make things a bit complicated, alfred is hinting on having sex. asap. now why, you ask, is this complicated for me? first, i am rusty. i have not been in bed or in a car or on a couch for that matter with another guy for like in the last....century. no, i have not entered the convent or taken a sacred vow. i've been very busy with work for the last century. second complication is my previous episode with another guy i've dated before alfred. he was boyishly cute, smart, passed the bar exams, and extremely horny. he asked me to sleep with him during our first date. i declined the offer and said we may need to wait. i was playing hard to get. on our third date, i gave in and he was so excited. the next day, he didn't return my messages. i'd see him with his friends at clubs and he'd just smile at me; like nothing happened. oh, i forgot. there is such thing as a semi-casual sex. horray. i am now a official slut. so i fear that something good going on with alfred may end up with me being upgraded to a junior slut. should i wait some more? should we get it on? is it paranoia? should we ask joe the mango? i hate ending this with a question, don't you? hahahahaha...
the lost boy in me
there's really lots of things you can discover through the internet. ahhh, the power of technology. just recently, i've rediscovered my alpha male side. no, not the extreme macho alpha male side. just the boy that has always been in me. i met elmo through ym. he's 19, carefree and not gay. he also thinks that i am not gay. and he thinks that i'm not gay as well. yes, not a lot of people know this, but i happen to know how to play a straight guy. it's really simple as saying dude, tol, pare, and astig every once in a while. hilarious but easy. we've had fun conversations over a couple of beers, share thoughts about my work and his studies. we even like the same bands. i know i'm gay and that i extremely like house music but i also happen to extremely like linkin park, the killers, greenday, my chemical romance and red hot chilli peppers. it's fun letting out the boy in me once in awhile. i've confirmed that straight guys just don't talk about women and basketball, but they do talk about sex a lot. now, don't get me wrong. we have not had sex or plan to. and don't get the wrong idea -- money is not an issue here. the kid lives on his own allowance and has always volunteered to pay for our damages. it's purely platonic and casual. it's always nice to hangout wearing regulars clothes (read: no skinny pants) and talking with someone who has a different view in life. maybe it's because i never had a brother. or maybe because being gay nowadays is just too bland that you'd have to do something different every now and then. or is it just a phase? i'm definitely not thinking of switching teams. but how to i break up to this kid that i'm gay? he looks up to me like a big brother who's cool and can teach him the facts of being a man. what if i eventually convert him? dude, this is tough.
resignations and moving on
first there was charlie and marky. both extended a few more weeks. then jeff out of nowhere decided to leave as well. next will be ann and god knows who else. our team is slowly falling apart. and no matter how try to keep things to together and move on, it just falls apart. most of my co-workers said they've had it. that it's time for them to move on to something better. i agree, but i just don't agree with the timing. lately, i'm feeling that i'm being sloppy at work. aside from regaining my personal life as mentioned above, it's really hard not be affected with the people's current outlook at work. we may disagree with a how a couple of things should be handled, but we still manage to get our work done somehow. i'm a very dynamic and moderately workaholic person. i easily get bored with days that we don't have much to do; although this rarely happens. what distracts me lately is the feeling of separation. when you work with people who has the same passion and dedication that you have multiplied by the number of hours you spend day in and day out, you can't help but get attached to them. i've admired these people and i've always believed in them. these are the best set of supervisors that our team ever had, whether our managers admit it or not. and to deprave me further, my managers have transfered me to the 4 am shift. i've always worked in graveyard and i've always been proud how our shift leads the pack of the entire team. my boss sandy said i needed to move since the morning team have been sloppy lately. it was short of saying they needed a hero to save the world. maybe an exaggeration but our team means the world to us. at least before. point is, i'm feeling a little sloppy myself lately. and there's no such thing as a sloppy hero. i understand that they chose to move me because i haven't given any clear intentions of leaving work anytime soon. maybe i should. then they would not put as much pressure on me as they do now. the atmosphere at work right now is very confusing yet very certain. confusing because as much as i love what i do, it's hard to work without that people that you've shared the passions and believed in the same goals. certain because i know for a fact that sooner than later, these people are slowly leaving. and it has already started. i've always wondered how all these will end. i've learned that we should never attach ourselves too much with other people. reijiro was right in quoting that we do not let go of someone whenever we separate from them. their memories stay within us and we stay connected this way. it is not the person but the experiences, good and bad, that you have to hold on to. and it is a fact of life -- people come and go. at the end of the day, we always have ourselves to get by and move on. or maybe i just need break from work. even heroes need a little time away from saving the world.
miss universe 2007, the mother of all pageants and the gay superbowl event of the year, is happening on may 28...or may 29 here. let's hope she represents us like a true filipina that we....er...she is.
whether she wins or lose, we will watch this in our national costumes. slimming.....
