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I love sunsets. Just looking at the red glow of the sun basking the sea..ahem, the melancholic prose again. Well, the farewell entry shouldn't start like that. It lacks the oomph that posts like this deserve. This is officially my 200th post. Whew, I've written that many already? Well, if you count the inane amount of ramblings then yes. But how I've wished I've written down more events in my life that deserved writing down. Of love found and love lost. But I guess that is just not my style. So to throw a mega-goodbye bash, let me start again...
 The last weekend had been such a blast. I've spent it with the most eccentric yet highly interesting bunch of people on the planet. And yes, they were as gay as the color chartreuse. They prefer to be called by the country they dream of representing one day. So for anonymity's sake, I went out last Saturday with Miss Japan, Miss United Kingdom (a.k.a. Great Britain), and Miss Hawaii (yes, its not a country, but he prefers to represent this little island because of its tropical beauty). And with such a diverse group of queens, you'd come to expect that a night with them would turn out a highly raucous ball. And no words could ever ring true-er.
I was the youngest in the group. Being so, the most "innocent" as they put it. It started as an out of the blue yayaan. With these people, you never know what to expect. Miss Great Britain (great, due to his large girth and a very "caucasian-ish" countenance) called me up around 2pm, rousing me from my slumber.
"Get dressed. Were leaving in 30mins." I like 'em aggressive. So, I dutifully propped up these aching muscles (fresh from a night long shift) and fixed myself up. I've met him early on in life and yet I've managed to lose track of this personage in aimless wanderings to discover myself and what I want. He's one of those people you look up to when you were still a little preppy in high school. Miss Great Britain was one of them jocks in school (sounds a little bit off, no?). Popular, intelligent, athletic and goddamned beautiful. One of those people whom I'd never think of associating with, let alone coming out, down the road. But then we got introduced and the rest they say is history.
And sure enough, 40 minutes later he arrived at my doorstep with that sheepish grin on his face. "30 minutes my ass, I knew you'd be late." I smiled back. He drove me to the mall first. My favorite city. He wanted to shop for clothes that day. I didn't ask for what reason anymore. I knew, he had just broken up with his long-time beau. (alas, the fate of the world). He took me to stores I didn't even know existed in this city. And we ended up buying most stuff from Springfield in Greenbelt 3. (I love his taste).
 I was dead tired by the time we're through and come to think of it, we didn't even have lunch. So for compensation, he treated me to Chef d' Angelo in Glorietta. This place is deeeevine. I've never thought pasta could be this good. It's better than Italliani's without the highway robbery price tag. And they have these pastries to boot. Try their cheesecake. Any cheesecake. We tried them all. And just when I thought the day was already over, he mentioned that we are still waiting for somebody else. Miss Japan.
Miss Japan arrived on the dot. Like some wicked queen from the east he has this air about him that screams taray all over. Add to the fact that he has these delicate features that make him pass as a girl. There was this one time a long way back, we were both in the washroom when a man enters and upon seeing Miss Japan, profusely apologized saying he entered the women's washroom. In the midst of stifling a laugh, I told Mr. Doubtfire that he is in fact in the right place.
Complaining that he is still up for some after-lunch treats, we headed out to Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf (now try saying that over and over.) There was this cute guy across the room staring at our table. We were of course debating under whispers who he's eyeing but I knew for a fact that its definitely not them. (HA!) Natorpe lang ako. Oh well. Oh, and just a little trivia I recentlly acquired from Mr. de Guzman. (yup, if you've been reading my entries all this time, I prefer to call my exes and the people I've dated by their surnames) the owner of Starbuck's was a barrista boy at Seattle's Best and the owner of Seattle's Best was a barrista dude at Coffee Bean And Tea Leaf. So this place was the progenitor of it all. Now which one is more ubiquitous nowadays? It boggles the mind.
Our coffee table exchanges were only broken up by a text message coming from one of our long lost "compatriot".
"Guys, you have GOT to help me out." muttered the island diva. "I'm in deep shit right now and I need you to accompany me." It turns out that Miss Hawaii was delegated to provide the entertainment to his officemates' Bridal Shower. He scoured the Metro to look for a "Pink" bar and look for an, aherm, male exotic dancer. When we got his SMS he was actually outside the bar waiting for the feature presentation to arrive. I decided to call him up and it was very obvious in his voice that he was very anxious. This was actually his FIRST time to go inside such an establishment. And he was having butterflies about fetching the, aherm, exotic creature by himself. He told me he might not be able to control his urges.
"Loka" was all I can say. Miss Britain, decided, what the heck? The night is young and we are younger. He snatched the phone from me and told Miss Hawaii, "We'll be there in 30 minutes. White Bird, right? I know where that is." with a matching wink and a mischievous smile to us.
We literally flew from one city to the next. 52 minutes later we arrived at the hotspot. We almost didn't recognize Miss Hawaii standing by the entrance. Aside from gaining a few pounds and beefing up, he was immaculately flawless.
"Bruha, you have GOT to refer me to your derma." quipped Miss Japan. Ms. B and me just snickered in the background. I missed this guy a whole lot. He was my org mate in college, which was kinda odd because he was in Engineering and I was in Business. But we clicked the moment we got to talk. He confessed to me one night that he is- at that point in his life, no matter how high my eyebrow will fly off the roof- is still a VIRGIN. And being the bearer of this unfortunate news, I made it appoint that I'll introduce him to an acquiantance. And what do you know, on the first night that they've met, Miss Hawaii was as wantonly starved as the cat on the cold tin roof. .
"Ladies, let me introduce to you J.R. (whispers: not his real name). He'll provide the, um er, entertainment for the night." And our jaw fell.
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And you must be thinking, how it was like? Well, gay as we are, we do not go for that kind of entertainment. And besides, this is a Bridal Shower. We just let the girls have their fun. We just hoped that J.R. doesnt come out black and blue. And while we waited for the two hour show to finish, we explored the Astoria complex. There was this bar at the ground floor but its pretty lame because nobody else was there. So we decided to hang out by the pool. It was on the 3rd floor along with the gym. It was pretty standard. But having the moon out and you can see the stars while you lounge serenaded by the lapping sound of the water, it was worth it all. We talked about everything that we've been through since we last saw each other. We talked about life, love, sex. Oh yes, we talked about sex. You could almost hear the water in the pool sizzle. Miss Hawaii, suggested that the next time we have these little steamy chit chats, we should tape it and send it to that gay oriented show on T.V. 
Apparently, Miss Japan wasn't satiated yet so he invited us to his friends house in a respectable area in New Manila. I've never been to this place that much, just passing by one time or another. I've always thought that all the filthy rich people were huddled in Alabang or in Makati, but I was wrong. It was a long ride but when we got to Enzo's house it was well worth it. Can you say loaded? Coming from a line of chinese semi-tycoons, this boy sure knows how to live the high life. Enzo was really amiable, but he has this very strong personality that almost deters him from speaking about anything else that he doesn't fancy. That's what they said, but I don't know, with me we immediately clicked. I can really sense the friction between him and Miss Britain (maybe because like poles repel each other). I was just shocked when Miss J asked Enzo in a sultry voice:
My first brush with mysticism. I had my Tarot read by 
Visuals? Here you go. I just hope that I get the green textile in time. I already have the rest of the get up. And to match everything, I've prepared my internalizations to boot! I swear to not speak in Tagalog or English the whole night. (Fookien anyone?) I'll be brooding and even feign that I'm blind. I just hope nobody asks me to do that Echo Dance. But who knows?
Whats my motivation? Well aside from the grand prize for the best in costume I heard that this office hottie is doing the same theme. I'm gonna get me some of this. *maniacal laugh*
The days abound with fresh surprises at every turn. One of my most favorite officemates, 
