a pageant for alternatives, ALL HAIL... BOW DOWN

Last night i watched in awe as 21 beautiful flipinos/filipinas paraded and sashayed to the rhythm that made their hips sway with much gusto.

It was a first.

On this island that has taken pride in coining itself the QUEEN city of the south, it is the perfect set up to search for its QUEEN.

It was a night where all Queens of their own rights dressed up to the nines to lend support to our sisters and trooped to the event. Well it was a bevvy, no wait a sea, oh no wait since the event was held at the Pacific Grand ballroom of the Waterfront Hotel lets say that a sea is a bit too small for a sea lets make it an ocean of soul sisters in all shapes and sizes and all forms imaginable for it was a night for the ladies who are gentlemen and gentlemen who are ladies as its theme suggests.

Everyone was on high spirits and when the lights went down and the music was on queue. The shrieks and the cheers grew louder and louder as one by one the delegates paraded on stage with their take on the national costumes of the nations they represent.

The night ended well and a lovely delegate was proclaimed the Queen of Cebu, Kudos to the Organizers, to Jude Bacalso who looked chic in her Cary Santiago Terno and to Vince Escario as well, they were just fabulous in hosting the show from start to finish. I'm looking forward to next years' Pageant.

(thanks to the queen of cebu facebook account for the photo)

a letdown

Yesterday I had the most mortifying feeling at work. No it was not a case of verbal vomit nor that my mouth had lead me to uncompromising situations that often lead me to a deadlock. It was that funny yet eerie feeling that you would like to run into a secluded place. Hide. And hopefully get out once everything had passed and hoped for the best that it was deleted in everybody's memories.

My deodorant had let me down.

I wanted to die then and there. I didn't have the capacity to raise my arms as confidently as I used to have. Good thing, Hopefully nobody noticed.

haay!

luck, luckier, luckiest?

I'm soaking up work like a dried up sponge in the midst of the Sahara. It feels like I haven't had time for myself or that I haven't had the time to put myself out in the market for someone to pick up, have a look or at least bring home for a trial period of two weeks. Its seemed like in a matter of 5 months I had become from a hopeful Charlotte York character to more of a cynical Miranda Hobbes.

I sometimes smile at people who seem to be truly, madly and deeply in love with one another, at times I quiver. I had a thought. Maybe the greatest love of all comes once in a lifetime if you're lucky, twice if you're luckier or that you tend to present yourself in such a manner that people would love to get to know you more, more than two bottles of beer or that you were aesthetically pleasing.

I'm just waiting for that certain person to sweep me off my feet on a whirlwind romance and wake the inner hopeful soul in me and turn my life for the better, or is that waiting doing me wrong. That's why I ask myself, "Will I ever become hopeful again"? or that I am not lucky enough for that request.

Without warning

I got a shock as I was chomping down crispy pata and gambas last night. I had that familiar yet unfamiliar feeling of waiting to hear something and that it does not turn out the way you wanted yet you are still holding on to a glimmer of hope that all of it is just a joke or a dream but no matter how hard you try to pinch yourself and no matter how many reality checks have been made its just there and no amount of denial will ever do the trick. It's just it needed to happen somehow, and it did. Unfortunately without warning.

I am still in the convalescent period of the whole event. The thing is I was not supposed to know about it up until Monday but I got my early edition and it felt surreal. I am still in the process of going back to the way things were before it happened. Just like how my body is reacting to the pata. And I know in a morbid kind of way that its going to feel like a phantom limb phenomenon, you feel like its there but hell no it ain't!!! And its never going to be that way.

Change is something that's gotta be good, but its too abrupt. But every thing changes. And I can't help but bitch about it every time it crosses my mind. I really need to shrug it off, make it work and go on avail by Monday though.

work, work, woes

Every time I log out from I always feel relieved, I dunno why. I always seem to have a love-hate relationship with my job. At times I bicker about the pay, the work that I am doing and in that point in time I find myself thankful, grateful even that I, even in the midst of an economic crisis is still earning something for a living. The talk of the town seems to be who can submit their resignations first and who can land a better job and a fatter pay cheque and at the rate and the amount of work we are doing on the floor right now it crosses our stressed out and fried brains as often as the weather is changing here in Cebu (which right now could change without batting an eylash).

Although to pay cheque seems promising. Its that I am that lazy to fall in line, start all over again. Its like the first day inside the Big Brother house and as for the bitches are concerned, retracting the claws would be a must.

And so last night err... earlier this morning I had the same talk with an office mate and had agreed on one thing. The only thing that's keeping us from resigning is the schedule. That's one good thing and as far I'm concerned I'm still enjoying the company of the people I am working with. And that's what matters most for me.

(thanks to the guys at photobucket for the photo!)

the man in the mirror

I know its inevitable, however it all came too soon, too soon in fact I just read the info on my friends' facebook account. And now even listening to Mr. Jackson's "Man in the mirror" brings shivers down my spine.

I may not be that big of a fan however growing up to his music makes me know him through the lyrics and melodies that he introduced to the world all over.

I remember getting a call from a customer who had problems with his broadband connections and pleaded that I make a way (meaning: move heaven and earth for that matter!~ ditto!) that I restore it in a flash 'cause he can't wait to read everything about Mr. Jackson and the 411 about his sudden death and that made me think, he made an impact to everyone (considering that my caller sounded like he was 5o++ y.o. over the phone)

And now the whole world mourns for his loss.

Mr. Jackson, you will be missed however your music would remain.

(photo courtesy of photobucket.com)

the only MAN.

to the man who i grew up with.

the one who accepted me for what I am, never dared to question what I have become.

the one who has nurtured my immaturity and opened my eyes to the harsh reality that making money is not an easy job but rather one that requires blood sweat and tears,.. and err a million complaining.

he who I look up to despite some of his crazy ways.

the one who taught me that life and love is sometimes unfair and as hard as a rock.



happy father's day dad.