A postcard

Once I got out of the washroom, the group had already left. Cleaning their table, I saw JR left this postcard.

Now, I have telepathy!

Have you ever had one of those moments when you think you can hear someone else's thoughts? I think I'm having one now. I can hear LJ's thoughts.

Being gay nowadays is such a bore, especially in the Philippines. Even in early history, there was no indifference - it was never talked about openly, but there was no indifference. Of course, you'll never find beauty salons (it's never a parlor, it's always a salon) peppering the streets of old Manila, but you know there were those na "verde ang dugo", especially in the seminaries and churches.

I bet, that Padre Damaso fantasized about the big JC. Kunyari pang minolestya si Maria Clara. Sa totoo lang, I think he made Maria Clara insane so he can have Ibarra all to himself. That bitch is brilliant!

Contrary to popular belief, not all gays fantasize about a straight man coming into their lives (and I use the word 'coming' loosely. hihihi) to rescue them. Some of us want to be with other gay men. After all, hindi ba ito din ang drama ng mga tivoli? A man knows how to please another man - same thing with a lezzie.

*Sigh* Alas, I am not one of those liberated faggies. I think I want a straight man in my life.

JR in particular.

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What the F***??!!

I did not just hear that!!

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Waiter runs off to the washroom to re-enact the shower scene from the movie "The Crying Game".

Telenovela.

The couple at the next table was officially breaking up. He leaned away from the table, tipped his chair on its back legs and balanced carefully. His eyes glanced over the girl that he no longer cared for that way, over her shoulder, past her body entirely and rested on the ass of the waitress behind her. "Are you even listening to me?" the soon to be ex-girlfriend asked him emphatically. "No," he said. "I don't really have to listen to you anymore." I love this coffee place.. its like watching TV.

And they come in...

Two of the regulars come in. JR and Fonzy.

Great. It's either bitching or hot air coming out from their mouths.

Like every other great idiot, I listen in.

Fonzy: Bakit ba tayo dito tatambay? Kung yosi at kape kape din lang, eh di sana sa Starbucks na lang tayo.

JR: Sawa na ako sa starbucks. Besides, I already have my planner.

Two more members of their group come in. LJ and Mr. Suave.

LJ: Well, I'm on my third planner na.

Mr. Suave: Bakit kasi mahilig kayo sa starbucks. Di niyo ba alam na ang Starbucks ay nagpapalago ng mga layunin ng mga kapitalistang Americano? Paano na lang ang mga Pilipinong magsasaka ng kape?

LJ: Naku Mr. Suave, ABS bitter herbs ka lang kasi di mo pa makuha kuha ang planner mo kasi di mo keri ang starbucks. Purita Magbanua ka kasi.

Mr. Suave: Eh sabihin ko kaya sa tatay mo na bakla ka, ha LJ?

Oi-vey.