Online Romance and the Jejemon Bar that could

My good friend K had a whirlwind romance that lasted for a couple of weeks. Again! Say one thing about K, say he’s on a roll.

I’m not even sure if it was good that it was nipped at the bud because the thing is, it’s an online romance and he’s never really met the pinoy dude working in the USA. Their interaction consisted of leaving the webcam open so each person sees that the other guy is sweeping the floor or sleeping or whatnot. They’ve been listening to the same music by leaving Skype open and playing MP3s. K was really inspired.

I didn’t think it was a real relationship. Not yet, at least – not until they would have a chance to meet. I told K that they’re in love with an idealized version of themselves.

The guy had a boyfriend and after getting to know K, he’s decided to pursue K instead. But it ended on a sad note for K, when the guy said that he’ll try to patch things up with the boyfriend. And all my buddy could do, being literally halfway around the world, is to accept the fact and be devastated for a few days.

I didn’t think it was a real relationship, but it was real for K. Even K couldn’t believe it but there it was--the same giddy feeling, the same inconvenient fashion of not knowing what to do and finally--the same heartache.


Sidekick and I were taking K around town and accompanied him to Malate and in some of his meet ups, most of which end up as flops. The most recent was with a guy who invited K to meet him and his friends in a jejemon bar in Timog. Sidekick and I accompanied our good buddy, of course. The fact that it was a jejemon bar should have been a major clue, we still went anyway. I hate being mean because even if the bar was jejemon to the bone, I had a fantastic time. There were hookers, fags dressed like lady hookers, madlang people in chinelas and jejemons and a sprinkle of decent-looking people, great music and a chance at getting stabbed by a switchblade--it was magnificent. I danced and had genuine, sincere and unpretentious fun. I seriously wanna do it again.

Life's Question #2 & #3

The first lady and the 2nd lady are the president's and vice-president's wives, respectively. In the event that a president dies, the vice-president takes his place. When the first lady dies, shouldn't the second lady replace her? It'd be convenient for the president. But then again this doesn't apply to Noynoy. Which brings me to life's question #3:

Is Noynoy gay? Because that would be sooo wicked.

Life's Question #1

Bakit kinikilig pagkatapos umihi? That seconds-long involuntary shaking of your body immediately after urinating--what's up with that?

Surely there's a scientific explanation to it, but it definitely is one manifestation on how your cock has the potential to control everything. Just imagine the day when after urinating, you get involuntary muscle movements that last the entire day.

Johnny buys his first suit

Buying his first suit is a milestone for any guy. It starts with his first words, his first walk, his first cuss word, first cigarette, first wank, first kiss, first job, and then a slew of other firsts.

Buying your first suit is different from wearing your first suit. Before, it was my mom who helped me get dapper on occassion. Now I'm suiting it up by myself. I just bought my first suit and nothing says "I'm getting older" any louder. Especially since I'll be a 26 year-old faerie in a few days.

Single button narrow lapel in black. Ambakla ng necktie ko, lavander! Work it, Johnny you biatch!

I've always had trouble getting suits off the rack. Those euro brands don't fit me too well -- those that fit my body well are too narrow on the shoulders, and those that fit my shoulders are too long and loose on the rest of my body. I asked how much getting bespoke would cost and it would be around 10,500 pesos at the cheapest. Hell no. Then I passed by the Onesimus outlet store and there I found it. My first suit.

It makes me feel like a porn star. Teehee!

Johnny is Dublin Bound

In a few days ill be going to Ireland -- the land of milk and ginger -- that's the land of pasty white people with red hair. I'm sure to stand out a little bit. I got equator skin.

It's been years since I got out of the country. Booyah so excited!