Waking up with... Zac Efron

Zac Efron. Everybody knows him because of High School Musical. I didn't really watch that show but I say him on another musical, Hairspray - the film version - and he was really charming. The boy's got talent.

And how young is he again? At that age, and already oozing with sex appeal!

What appears here is Zac's cover photo for Rolling Stone magazine. Yum. He's the so-called "New American Heartthrob". In case you're wondering who else carried this title, think Titanic.

Leo diCaprio brought up the Hunk vs. Heartthrob debate because some people called him a hunk and people say he was too thin to be a hunk so he's really more of a heartthrob. Looking at Zac Efron's picture here, I'd say he's a bit of hunk, too. Look at those abs!

KKatfight

KK and I had a YM conversation last week. He started by saying that he'll show me something and that I shouldn't tell anyone else about it.

He showed me on his webcam a swollen left cheek all gauzed up. He took off the bandages and voila, a gaping wound and some bruising under his left eye.

"OMG, how did this happen?"

Last Saturday, KK and Arthur (a.k.a KK's new guy) went to Subic to attend a private party at the invitation of Arthur's friends.

It turns out that Arthur's ex was also there. KK claims that this ex absolutely has no breeding and his claim to fame is having attended high school in the United States. This guy was also flirting with Arthur in KK's presence. The infuriated KK says:

"Get away from my boyfriend you fucking faggot.

As you would imagine, a catfight ensued.

I can't help but laugh about this, despite KK's battlewounds. It's not exactly a worthy cause. Since it's Arthur's friend's party, most of the people there would know Arthur's ex and would bet on him. And they didn't do only that, they even helped ganging up on KK and Arthur. The couple's companions were more of the femme types who were either just cheering them on or trying (as far as their poise would let them) to break up the fight.

They ended up on the beach, wet, sandy, bruised and bloodied.

It's honestly my first time to hear a first-person account of a brawl between gay guys over ex's. I can't help but imagine that "Mean Girls" cafeteria scene. In this case, it was a testosterone-powered catfight.

Dear Boyd,

Dear Boyd,

I know I promised you a nice ride. But lately I've been really tired with all the classes I am taking and you know how depressed I can get sometimes when it comes to my dancing. I'm sorry about last night. I tried to put my mind to it, but I just can't and I ended up sleeping.

I know I always make you sad. I haven't been a fair boyfriend but I want to be. I promise I'll prepare a special night for you, toys, lube and all!!! Ok, I won't tell anymore. I think it would be better to surprise you. I'll just jump on you so be sure you're up!

Love,

Jake

Long Distance Relationships

I passed by the Manila Gay Guy blog two weeks ago and chanced upon an entry and a podcast about a long distance relationship with a twist. I didn't manage to finish the podcasts because they were bandwidth-heavy. But it inspired me to think about that fundamental question: Do long-distance relationships work?

Take my friend KK. He doesn't think that it would work. He's leaving for Europe within the year and he's not willing to risk it with his new guy, Alfie. One of our friends who also left to study in Europe broke up with her boyfriend while she was there because she found someone else.

KK thinks that the temptation to cheat is too powerful to resist.

Honestly, I personally don't know what I feel about. I mean, sure I would want it to work but hopefully I wouldn't have to be faced with the choice of leaving Jake behind for my own happiness. Between Jake and I, I don't think that either of us would hold us back from growing personally even if it means leaving for elsewhere or being apart from each other. I can actually imagine it. My career would most likely take me to London and his passion would take him to New York. A trans-Atlantic romance looms around the corner and hopefully by then it would still be brewing.

I think it's not a question of whether it works or not. Either it's a question of wanting it to work or being meant for each other. Not all long distance relationship work because not all people in such a relationship want it to work or not all of them are meant to be. Still, there's a sliver of hope for many others who think that they are meant to be, and want their relationship to work. It's like passing judgment on a gay relationship. Many people, if not most, say that gay relationships don't work just because they are gay. So we can't really say that long-distance relationships don't work just because of the distance.

By the end of the year, KK will be leaving for Europe with an excess baggage. I just don't know if it will be: guilt, for leaving without letting his man know from the onset; remorse, for emotionally investing in a foredoomed relationship, or hope, that maybe this time, for the two of them, it would be different.

It's all good

Bati na kami.

After a dramatic night that listed a walk-out and silent treatment among its more conspicuous details, all ended well thanks to Mrs. Lovett's meatpie last night.

I kept thinking about it the whole afternoon yesterday. It's so petty. Yet I can't help but be hurt and go through a self-pity period. I've been thinking how much I've sacrificed for this relationship and I thought that I didn't deserve any of this shit. But I realized afterwards how selfish I was to think that way because this relationship wouldn't survive without him sacrificing.

I've always lived by the rule of not sleeping on an argument and not holding back on the truth because letting a night pass without talking through a problem would only make you dwell on it more. The problem was, Jake was already sleeping while the "argument" was in progress. But I resolved to be completely honest to him about it the next day.

I got the usual explanation: mood swing. And I've also resigned to the fact that he is one moody guy and I just have to live with it. But the magic about it is that even though I'm also moody, we're never moody at the same time. Usually, he'll catch me in a bad mood and he'll cheer me up and then he'll get tired of cheering me up and then he ends up moody and then I feel guilty about being such a grump and I'll cheer him out of his moodiness. And then everyone's happy!

I was getting worried because things like this have happened too often recently but decided not to draw inferences from it and conclude a trend. Because trending is leading and it will only make my aura worse. So, I conclude that we only had a bad few weeks and things are looking rosier.

We skipped our first year and fifth month anniversary dinner at Edsa Shangri-La and saved it for a later date when we're both in a great mood. We just saw Sweeney Todd at Shangri-La Plaza. What a great way of ending a "fight". With demon barbers and meatpies.

Sadness Factor

I'm sad.

Just got home from a night out with Jake and some of my friends. I dunno what happened but he didn't say goodnight when I brought him to his bedroom. He didn't kiss me nor did he say anything. He just slept. I'm just thinking that he must have been really tired from all the classes that he took today. And maybe he got kinda stressed with how much we spent today. And maybe he didn't enjoy because we were just with my friends. I really don't know. But I don't feel well. I'm really sad.

That Header Bug

Finally fixed that header bug.

Have a great Wednesday evening!

Boyd

Manila on a Rainy Lovers' Night

Who would want to go out when it's raining outside? Crazy lovers, maybe.

Or a guy dying to see his boyfriend who can't really say no because (aside from being hot) his boyfriend sounded really desperate to go out.

I was actually thinking more of a night-in. But as you all know, Kat's in the picture. So we decided to venture out into the rain. Our first idea was to go to Next Door on Makati Avenue because Jake was craving Chinese. But there were no available parking slots. And Jake suddenly decided that he wanted to go to Manila! Which was exactly what I was thinking. So we decided that it was a great idea and headed off to Malate.

We drove past Orosa and Nakpil and headed first to Hap Chang on Padre Faura. Did you know that Hap Chang has the second best siomai in Manila, after the Shangri-La Hotels? Yes! If you don't believe me, visit their restaurant and look on the walls. I'm not telling you what to look for though.

I was feeling like having coffee and right across was Midtown, my favorite mall in Manila (as if you'd have any choice), with a Starbucks and a Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf beckoning. Unfortunately, there wasn't any parking, so off we went to Nakpil cor. Orosa.

We're not really planning to party since it was raining. But it waned a bit while we were eating inside Hap Chang. So we just went to the stores, Top & Bottom and Pride Exchange. Or was it Pride Exchange and the Rainbow Project? I dunno. Basta, we were there for porn and for sex toys.

Little Jake was sleepy by 2:00 a.m. so we decided to go home instead. I didn't sleep in because of the Kat factor but at least I got to see him today. Meanwhile, I leave you with this pretty picture of my favorite mall in Manila, Midtown at Robinson's Place Ermita, from Top Dog (http://iamthetopdog.blogspot.com)

Botox, Collagen and... Tire Black Oil?!?!

This is not exactly hate crime but still, it's an abuse.

Man nabbed for injecting gay patients with ‘tire black’ oil

By Allison Lopez
Philippine Daily Inquirer
First Posted 08:36pm (Mla time) 01/14/2008

MANILA, Philippines -- It was any beauty contestant's nightmare.

At least five complainants whose faces were permanently swollen from silicone oil injections sought help from the National Bureau of Investigation (NBI) to arrest a man for their botched operations.

NBI director Nestor Mantaring Monday presented suspect Kiel Gamana San Miguel alias "Kelly," 26, who was tagged by the victims as the one who used the banned substance on their cheeks and chins instead of collagen.

San Miguel was nabbed on November 9 by members of the Background Investigation Division (BID) as he was about to perform another silicone oil injection on another complainant.

BID head agent Arnold Lazaro said silicone oil was used as "tire black" to make vehicle tires shine. Two 3.0 cc syringes were seized from the suspect, but Lazaro said he was able to throw the silicon oil out of the window during the raid.

The complainants, some of whom regularly joined gay beauty contests, said they were referred by friends to San Miguel, who convinced them to enhance their faces by undergoing "collagen" treatment for P1,500 per session.

San Miguel was paid by the victims a total of P18,000 for the cheek and chin injections.

Victim Michael Bautista, who imitated "Ana Capri" in beauty contests, said his face became bloated and itchy after the treatment on August 2007. He said San Miguel merely told him to take allergy pills.

But when the irritation did not go away, Bautista said it was only then that he consulted a licensed cosmetic surgeon in Ortigas, and was told that it would take P100,000 to have their faces repaired.

San Miguel said the victims knew he was not licensed to perform the procedures but still underwent facial treatment.

He said that he did not know that it was silicone oil that he acquired from a friend. Several others who also had the injections, he added, did not complain.

Bautista, however, said there were more complainants against San Miguel's malpractice of medicine.

San Miguel was charged with violation of R.A. 2382 (Medical Act of 1959) as amended, and Art. 315 (swindling/estafa) of the Revised Penal Code as the Quezon City Prosecutor's Office.

Rediscovering Malate... Again

This is an email that I sent to gay friends about going back to Malate and the time when Jake and I were just getting to know each other. One year and five months ago :)

For the past few months, I've tried to stay away as much as I can from Malate. i.e. the Orosa-Nakpil area. It was especially difficult when I broke up with my ex just two months ago in June. I was tempted to go out there and explore but there was this little boy in me who said that no, you won't enjoy it. "It's not worth it."

This reservation from going to Malate does not come unwarranted. I think it may come from the fear of the bitchboys of Malate and to a certain extent, a degree of self-depreciation and lack of self-confidence. In my day life, I'm brimming with self-confidence, knowing fully well that I am equipped with things that are necessary for the daily grind: enough money in my pocket, enough brain cells to keep my mind working, enough friends to keep me company, a stable enough job to keep me busy. But night life has other requirements that I feel I lack: a colorful wardrobe that screams I'm gay and loving it (mine is strictly tailored to suit the corporate world), a hot body to show off (I look like a stick beside those gymbuffs), and a gang of pink power friends shouting that there is strength in numbers! (I go with my bestfriend who would go flirt all over the dance floor in a way only he can.) And as I walk my way inside Bed, I can't help but feel that people are judging me and think that I do not belong. And when I'm finally inside. It feels like everyone knew everybody and I start to feel that I really don't belong.

I've had my share of fun nights at Bed. I was almost there every weekend when I was on my third year in college. I've hooked up with guys, got fished, danced with strangers, went down drunk, danced on the ledge and blew my week's allowance on cocktails and bottles of beer until my throat went sore from drinking, smoking and shouting (not singing) along with the music while pounding on the wooden ledges filled with guys taking their shirts off gyrating to the latest music dished out by Toy Armada while being photographed by Doc Tony. It's been crazy. It's been mad. It's been beautiful. But at a certain point the scene started to become alien to me. And so did the people. Maybe my priorities changed. Maybe my objectives changed. Maybe my point of view did. I started looking for love in the dancefloor. If I can't land a boy I wanted, I'd be depressed. But I'd still return the next weekend and look again. It became a vicious, pathetic cycle.

Finally I decided to stop and consider that I'm not getting anything good out of it anyway so I just quitted the scene altogether. Quit is actually an understatement. It was more like I vilified it and banished it into eternal damnation. Damn the scene and all the queeries involved in it. Sounds bitter, doesn't it?

So I found refuge in relationships, even if they did not last long. The scene is the last thing that I needed in the world. I have my love and that's all I ever needed. Until of course, they left me one after another. This is not about my sordid love affairs so I am not delving into the details of each one. Instead I'm talking about the one who made me see Malate in a new light.

He's not my boyfriend but we hold hands, hug each other and kiss when we feel like it. I also sleep with him, in both literal and figurative sense. I spend all my free minutes talking to him on the phone and we give a new meaning to the word txtnonstop. But when my friends or his ask if we're together, we'd hold hands, kiss, and say no, we're not. It's actually fun.

It's difficult to find words to describe us. I usually use the term special friend, and he would call me his date. We call each other babe and we agree to be date and consummate exclusively. Even sex is difficult. I don't like to call it "fuck" because we're not just fuck buddies (more like exclusive fuck buddies and constant date partners) and it's not yet "making love" so we compromised with "making like" however horribly dumb and stupidly pretentious it sounds.

He's Jake. He's from Los Angeles and he hasn't been around Manila. So I took him around to the Malate and Ermita district. Our first date was at the Manila Zoo, on the southern tip of Malate along Quirino. He wanted so much to see the gay district. So I took him to Orosa cor. Nakpil. It was a disappointment at daytime. We definitely had to visit one night.

I had second thoughts on this. Jake is uber cute and I am uber possessive. We might not survive the night without a big fight, a splash of vodka on his face, broken beer bottles and a very dramatic storming out scene fit for the next episode of The O.C. (or Bituing Walang Ningning). But I promised that we will go together since I will not let him go by himself and he wouldn't go in without me.

Last Saturday, I stepped out of the cab and my feet touched that holy ground of Orosa cor. Nakpil. I can feel the awesome energy climbing up my legs as flashes of triumphs, heartaches, friendships and enmity played up my imagination. I almost felt like kneeling down and offer a handful of lotus flowers and incense sticks. A prodigal son has become faithful again.

Not five minutes have passed when my diplomatic whore status has been re-affirmed. From behind us a white guy approached me and said hi. Never mind if I was with someone, white guys always seem to know how to get what they want. I didn't want to talk to him but being Filipino and civil, I didn't want them to think that Filipinos are not welcome and hospitable. Add to that the fact the Jake pushed me to entertain him. I was almost brimming with anger, feeling betrayed and pimped, but I had to keep a straight face. I even managed to smile.

Scott turned out to be a nice guy. He is very straight-forward. He is a flight attendant with Qantas and has a Filipino boyfriend who is working in Dubai. He treated us to pre-party drinks at O bar while Jake and I had a silent argument which we settled in the wash room. We kissed and made up (read: made out?) while i was styling his hair. How utterly gay.

Then Scott invited us to go to Bed with him. This was not part of the plan. We were just supposed to have some beer at O bar. I'm sure Jake wanted to go in as he has never been there ever. But I had this fear that he might end up dancing in the arms of someone else that night. He is a self-confessed flirt and I recognize that. But nothing of that sort happened that night. All that happened was hours and hours of pure fun.

Jake and I danced the night away with each other. It was really fun seeing him dance. He was so game. Well, no surprise in that because he is a dancer. And a singer. And an actor. A lot of guys came up to us to dance with us and not a few tried to kiss Jake, which was my cue to pull him back to me.

The most amusing encounter that night was with this gymbuff bald guy Leigh who danced with us and told us "Nakakainggit. I miss my ex. You're so sweet." We danced on the ledges and when we got tired he told us again how sweet we were and asked us if we were together and we said no, I, sitting on the ledge and Jake standing in front of me, my legs wrapped around his waist as we hug.

We made a few good friends among the people there and it was really quite a breath of fresh air having sanitized fun with PLU's. Later that morning, as we left, I got a friendly hug from Leigh, who reminded me to take care of Jake. And I promised I will. Leigh later texted Jake to take care and read his book.

I asked Jake if he had fun. He said he did and that he didn't expect that we would that long. He asked me if I had fun. This was the moment of truth. Did I have fun in Malate? Yes. I know I did.

He said he was sorry for the things that happened that night: when he pushed me to go with Scott, and when he flirted around. And I told him to let go of it. I had my most fun night in Malate ever and it was all because of him. And not to mention my best friend who tagged along with us the whole night and flirted with a record nine boys that night. He's hot.

As for me, I'd never see Malate the same way again. It's a place where I can be myself without fear of persecution or prejudice. Where the stares you get are out of respect and innocent envy, and not judgment and discrimination. Fly we now our rainbow flags.

Waking up with... Jonathan Rhys Myers

Doesn't "Rhys Myers" sound so delicious?

One person that Boyd and Jake love to shambles is Jonathan Rhys Meyers on the cover of Details magazine. Those blue eyes contrasting with his dark hair are to die for. Add to that the fact that he has a hot body. He may not have bulging biceps but he's proportional and I'd have that over huge arms anytime.

You may know him as one of Tom Cruise's teammates in Mission: Impossible 3. But now, he's making waves as young Henry VIII in The Tudors. We don't have it here locally and I haven't seen a DVD of it anywhere but I hope to grab a copy of it soon.

Wanna know more about Jonathan? Google him!!! Hehe.

Life with Boyd and Jake... and Kat?!

My 24/7 access to Jake apartment is finally over.

Just when I thought that this year is going to be one hell of a great year for sex for Jake and me, his cousin, Kat, finally decides to move in! This has been in discussion since last year but I just wasn't ready to be so unceremoniously written off as a house guest once Kat moved in.

The circumstances that brought this along were that Jake's apartment is not his but his grandparents' and that it happens to be nearer Kat's office.

The good thing though about this situation is that there would be a woman in the house. Meaning, someone would care about the cleanliness, order, and general welfare of the house. Jake, though concerned, is sometimes too lazy to clean up and can't afford a renovation. I'm willing to have the place torn down and redecorated if it were mine and if I live there. But Kat, the interior designer that she is, seems very keen on doing something about this... uhm, mess. And that's understating it.

Fortunately, Kat has weird work hours and weekly schedules and we'd have windows for some cuddling but I definitely cannot stay there overnight. And that's the worst news of all.

Hopefully she'll warm up to me so that finally we can tell her that I'm with Jake and when we sleep together, we don't just literally sleep... Or maybe not. Maybe we should just spare her the experience of having to thing about THAT everytime I drop by. Maybe I should just pretend that I really just sleep over there to really sleep and that's that. I wonder if she can cook a brilliant breakfast...

Anyway, I'm sure she's a streetsmart girl (the three of us went to the same university for one thing) and she already knows what's going on between me and Jake. I mean, I was there on the morning when she moved in! Good thing I had a shirt on!

And also, she's a devout Christian, as in the Bible-bearing type. And I don't want to know her opinion on same-sex relationship because I pretty much know the gist of it.

For now, she doesn't seem to be a threat. She actually comes across as a potential great addition to our life as a couple. I mean for the short time that I've known her and from what Jake has told me, she's a cool, funny, and happy girl. Which makes me want to be her friend. But I really don't know if Jake and I should tell her about the two us. I wonder how Life with Boyd and Jake will be like with Kat around....

But first, do we really, really need to be very honest with her?

Fight or Flight

Last Saturday started out fun and cool. We both woke up late at around 12nn and I called him up asking what his plans were for the day. He told me that he was just going to the dermatologist to get a facial. So I told him that I would just go to the gym and we'd meet up afterwards. He was telling me that he wanted to take me to the carnival. Sounds like a lot of fun.

After gym, I was about to text him when suddenly my phone's keyboard would not respond. I turned it off and tried turning it on again but since the powerswitch is on the keyboard itself, it wouldn't turn on. I was stressed out with the situation because I couldn't contact Jake. So I went down and looked for a payphone and tried calling him up but he wouldn't answer. So I went to the mall where he had his facial.

When I got there, I tried calling him again and finally he picked up and told me that he was still at the dermatologist's. While waiting for him, I passed by the Globe Business Center to have my phone checked since they issued the phone to me. They gave me a number and I went back to Jake's derma.

Finally he was done but I had to wait for quite a while. And then we passed by the service center to have my phone repaired. Globe issued me a warranty certificate so that I wouldn't have to pay for the repair. Unfortunately I have to leave my phone with them because apparently it was a chipboard error or something.

I was kinda pissed about all this and was wanting to take my mind off it so I asked him what his plan was. And he just kept on telling me that he doesn't know, in a pa-cute way, and he kept on calling me Mr. Sungit. (And he usually calls me that). And then he asked why I was being Mr. Sungit, and I answered back in a louder than usual voice that I'm annoyed because he keeps on bugging me and he's not helping out.

You know the relief that you feel when you finally get to let go of something off your chest and the the immediate feeling of guilt afterwards? That's how I felt. He walked a bit faster than I did and stopped talking to me on our way out of the mall. Geez, I'm in big trouble.

He didn't even let me drive him to his place because he was planning to change. He took a taxi and told me to meet him at his apartment. So I did.

Obviously the carnival idea was not great so we went to Greenbelt instead to have dinner and watch a movie. He was not talking to me at all in the car and when we were in the mall, I thought that we have to resolve this or talk about this or else we will both ruin the night. I took him to the alley on the side of Topshop (Mix) and talked to him and asked him why he was mad at me. And he didn't say anything. And I asked him if he was mad because I shouted. And he said I guess. And I explained why I shouted. And I said that I was sorry. And he told me to just give him time. And that was that.

He was not his usual self for the rest of the night, though. He didn't even have dinner. He told me that he wasn't hungry. And then he wasn't laughing at the film we were watching but he said that he found it funny. But at least he was leaning his head on my shoulder and he was holding my hand and that means that we were really OK.

We also took a walk to the newly opened Greenbelt 5. Really pretty I should say. And then we went home.

I decided to spend the night at his place and the morning after was one of the best wake up moments I've had with him because the old him was back and it's really over.

We went to SOMS, one of our favorite restaurants, to have a kiss-and-make-up lunch and went grocery shopping at Power Plant. I took him home and then went home myself. I haven't been home for 24 hours!

Fighting is really scary but I think it's normal and healthy. I wouldn't want to keep this issue inside me and then lash out at him in the future. But I'm not say I want to go through anything like this petty fight anytime soon, nor ever again!

Comparing Relationships

Late night two Thursdays, I was chatting with my friend KK on YM about his new guy. I haven't seen this guy yet so I asked him to send pictures. Instead, he invited me to view his webcam. So I did. And wow, his guy looked really hot on cam. I was actually a bit envious. And then he also showed me a his boy's cousin on cam, who turns out to be gay too. He was also cute! And then my friend invited me out to Malate and I said I couldn't because I have plans with Jake and we don't really go to Malate.

I passed by Jake's apartment after my shift but he was already sleeping and he didn't seem to keen on going out anymore. I felt somewhat annoyed but I understood him. So I decided to just go out with KK and his guy and his guy's cousin.

Halfway to Malate, I felt like turning back. What am I going there for? I was afraid that I'm going there because I wanna meet his guy's cousin. And I was also feeling like I wanted to see his guy so that I can compare.

***

Last night, my friend Casey called for a meetup. She's breaking up with her boyfriend of 3 years - for the fourth time. For the first three breakups, I'm the staunchest supporter of her breaking up with him. Now, it's the case of the boy who cried wolf; or rather, the girl who cried breakup.

One of the many reasons why she's breaking up with him is because she doesn't feel like their relationship is happy. And her boyfriend's reaction to that was that she only feels that way because she's comparing their relationship with other couples.

***

I've also read in a Cosmopolitan Philippines magazine article that it's not healthy to compare your relationship with those of other couples. But I disagree. I think it gives you a level of self-awareness when it comes to your relationship with the one you love. Also, it also shows you what you want. Now, if what you want is the guy in the other relationship, then that's a problem. But if it's just a matter of being sweeter to each other or being for fun as a couple, then I think it's healthy.

***

And so I arrived in Malate and finally met the new "it" couple. And it turns out that we're still as "it" as they are. Haha. His guy is cute, but he photographs better, unlike KK who is not photogenic but looks really good in person. But his cousin is a relevation. He also looks better in person. But not civilized enough to earn my admiration or my infatuation. I think my last three sentences rhymed!

I decided not to linger any longer because I'm not really enjoying the rowdy crowd. And I felt like I didn't want to be here anyway if Jake wasn't around. It's not as fun.

Start the year with a bang!

We did. Jake was back from year-end holidays which he spent with family in Baguio City. I was really looking forward to see him since I haven't seen him in two weeks! And I'm in dire need of love-making! He was here on the 2nd and after my shift, I drove straight to his apartment for a not-so-surprise visit.

He was telling me how tired he was from the trip and how sleepy he was (making excuses) and told me that we should just go to bed, sleep, and do the deed the next night, and reminded me to bring my "toy".

Sounds fine to me. But after a few minutes of pre-sleep bed games (tickling and whispering and being cute at each other), I kinda felt really going for it and just dove into his crotch, face first!

Jake decided that this was the best time to test the new Dumex condoms he bought and, what do you know, he had lube, too! So, someone ended up riding me wild that night and I couldn't be any happier. Of course, I'll keep the details all to myself. That would definitely go down into Boyd-and-Jake history as one of the best effing nights we've ever had.

And so that was how my first effin of the year went. How did yours go?

2007 in Retrospect

This is my first post for 2008 and also the first for my new blog. I've decided to start a new one because believe or not, over the few months that I haven't been blogging, life has changed. Completely.

I want to begin by looking back to the year that was. 2007. My. What a year. Everyone has been calling it a good year, some even claim it to be the best year ever. Some even claim it as their own! But I can't blame them. 2007 indeed was a great year for a lot of people, including me.

It actually all began in December 2006 when I received my best Christmas gift ever. Jake came back.

Jake and I met in August 2006 and dated for a while. We had our share of great times and low times and we've been through everything imaginable. But while I am open to a lot of new ideas, my idea of a relationship remains very conservative and at a certain point, Jake and I had a falling apart. We stopped talking in October 2006.

After two months of unsuccessful attempts at finding love again, Jake sent me an online message out of nowhere. You know that feeling when a fish seemed to leaped inside your tummy? That was my reaction when I saw his name popping up on my screen. We talked for a while and decided to meet up.

We met up as January 2007 and had dinner, I think. And then we dropped by his apartment. It's weird being back there after a long time. I wasn't sure what to do. Normally, I'd grab him and kiss him but then, I wasn't so sure that we could do that. We're technically "just friends" and I don't know if he's dating someone or not.

Again I was frustrated but as time went by, Jake was dropping hints saying that he missed me and stuff like that. And that gave me a signal that we're back in the playing field. Who said something about being friends?! Haha!

I really made a huge effort to woo him and show him what I really feel. I took him out of town, I introduced him to my friends, I helped him at school, I met his family, I went to his concerts and gigs, I met his friends, and I was being saccharine. And I didn't bug him about where we were in our relationship. One Easter evening he just told me that we have a mutual understanding. On a July afternoon, he told me that he wants us to be exclusively dating (I'm not complaining)

When I visited him in Baguio in October, I met his siblings and they sort of understood the situation without us telling them. When I left, he told, for the first time that he loved me. And I can't be more pleased.

It wasn't all smooth sailing though. There was a time when he had a bout with dengue fever and no one was there to take care of him but me. It's great that my manager and colleagues were understanding since they also know Jake personally. There was one moment though that in great despair, I prayed to St. Therese the Little Flower that he may not have dengue. And what do you know?! As promised, I saw three red roses on the street, held by a man in black. It was really amazing! And he recovered from dengue, no hospitalization required.

But that time was also a trying time for our relationship. I found out by accident that he was texting this guy, a common friend of ours, and they were flirting with each other. And they were thinking of meeting up even when he was sick. I was obviously pissed so he asked me what was wrong and I confronted him, mildly, just to get the thing off my chest. And he cried to me like he never did before and said that he was sorry. And said that he was just a big flirt and he didn't intend to hurt me. Which I kind of understand since I'm a big flirt myself and I like getting the attention of other guys without having the intention of hurting Jake. After that, I think our relationship reached a new level.

It was also one of the best Christmases ever even though he was not here in Manila. Christmas after all is a family thing and I'd rather him be with his family than alone here in Manila since I'd be with my family the whole time anyway and I can't be with him. He got me shoes! :)And I got him a buffet dinner for two at Heat, Edsa Shangri-La :)

2007 was the year when I realized how much I deeply love Jake and the days of the year will forever be etched in my mind. I can't begin to imagine my life without him and hopefully he thinks the same way about me. I don't want to presume because Jake is still his own person, but by the looks of it, he's for keeps.