Oh my Gaaaaawd with Teri Hatcher!

 

Have you ever done an OMG with a character from an American series? Well I have!

Season 5 episode 3, when Teri’s on screen son “MJ” was beaten up by Juanita (Gabrielle Solis’ humungous 4 year old daughter). Yep, MJ was being beaten up by a girl and the things is, they had this build-up lead in to who was that who was beating up the boy.

And then she said it (or should I say, WE said it): Oh My God!!!

Waiting for the Plane: The Queer Affair at the MACTA AP

 

Yay… “bye,bye lover” just ended and finally, my “waiting-on-the-plne-to-let-me-mount-it” time will finally go smoothly…

 

Seated in the very front row, facing the TV, it can be taxing to young, vibrant people such as myself to have to sit through a made for TV movie about divorce. yes divorce.

Anyway, the queerest things have happened as I had myself checked in.

1. A beautiful french teenager (I can tell despite her towering height due to the fact that she was listening to Nicki Minaj and had very girly things) actually sat down on the floor and started picking on her toe and after like five minutes of people staring at her she began sticking on a band-aid. She did this while in the line for having her bags checked… IN THE LINE…
2. I found a scrawny Cebu Pac cashier cute. The type of scrawny I don’t go for. It was weird… I even gave him a dorky wave and smile… and he was like, “excuse me sir?” I was like “I’m just saying high.” + dorky smile. oooooohhh the dorky smile. Dagnamit.
3. I had to get my phone XRAYed… not kidding. I forgot it was on me and it sent the walkthru beeping. The guard-guy motioned to the tray and like any sane and logical individual I walked back. put my phone on the tray and walked thru again. he smirked and said I was supposed to pud my phone on the conveyor belt… crazy. they should have a separate xray. It’s a friggin’ cell phone… and anyone could have just claimed it without any drama of any sort coz I didn’t tag it or anything. anyway… dagnamit.

 

So these are the queer things which happned to me just now… so whatever…

A little too early…

 

Well, my brother just kicked me out his place and sent me wheezing to the airport in some shady taxi with a driver whose sole purpose in life is to annoy his passengers with his tacky, almost comic, renditions of Tagalog classics spewed out by a barely there radio.

My flight leaves around 4:50… check-in’s gonna be by 2:00 something and I’m here, 2 hours before the two hour check ins on the floor and typing this entry without an assurance of being able to post it anytime soon due to the “unidentifiability” of the IP of the airport’s wifi signal…

Shitty is what it is…

I am all for being campy (in the non gay sense, of course) – you know, back against the wall, on the floor and be all hipster-bloggy… but the aircon situation plus the annoying children running around is just getting on my nerve…

 

 

Whose fault is it? well… it’s my mom’s fault for booking the ticket too early (twas the cheapest and my mom likes cheap…) and my brother’s fault for shipping me off too early…

But bottomline is, it’s my fault cause I let them do it to me… blarghhhh….

I wan’t iced tea… hmmmm…. vendo???? where art though?????

Manila, Manila, oh my Manila…

Come mid-September, I’ll be going to Manila for my professional board exam… apparently it will be one of those life changing moments – do or die. But this isn’t what I wanna blog about. I haven’t been to Manila in years, and honestly, if I had a choice, I wouldn’t  go there.

Manila is dirty. Dirty is the best word to describe the place and honestly, im not too keen on that. So destination-wise, it is a bust.

The only upside to this is that I get to travel to and from that cesspool of a city.

So drama now is how; how to get there and have fun – satisfy the wanderlust which so far hasn’t been given into.

The first thought would be the hour long trip via the skies. Which for a guy like me is BOREDOM made real, which thusly would be my last choice ever.

There is also option B – a boat ride on Super Ferry. Just passing by the archipelago in high class accoms would be a dream, but the boredom might just consume me.

I might take a bus to Manila which I think would be the craziest course to take. On and off barges across a number of major islands and straits and passing by thousands more. I even heard, one service would cut through Boracay – the island paradiso. I’d be passing by Stone county, Romblon. Through the flatlands of the Tagala, passing by the historicism of the landscape and stopping at a station in Cubao. This is my ultimate choice, but sadly, I have parents who are very picky.

What to do? I’ll be buying tickets soon… so, I have to make up my mind.

Wanderlust can

be a bitch.

A fun one!