"That reminded me, I said, of what I saw on TV, which was one of Arroyo’s baubled, bangled and beaded, quite apart from heavily cosmeticized, friends defending her ardently on TV by saying, “GMA [Arroyo] evil? That’s like calling me a prostitute!”
What can one say? One rests one’s case.
"Corazon Aquino is asking Arroyo to resign because she is corrupt, the schools are asking Arroyo to resign because she is corrupt, business is asking Arroyo to resign because she is corrupt. And the Catholic bishops are asking Arroyo to remain because she can help fight the corrupt? That has got to be the joke of the century."
1. Lozada might be OA and dramatic, but the man is telling the truth. 2. There really were anomalies to the contract which GMA signed. 3. GMA still has deniability in ALL of this. 4. A Broadband Network linking all of the Philippines?!?! Are you f’ng out of your mind?!?! There are still places that don’t have electricity or paved roads! Why not do those first? Bah!
I just thought that this was funny. It made me laugh, then cough uncontrollably.
Hamburjer anyone?
~~ In other news, yours truly has been fighting a bout with bronchitis. I was forced to go to the doctor after I saw specks of blood on a tissue after coughing. All the medicine I've been taking is making me high.
Since Sam was going to leave for business on the 14th, we decided to celebrate last night. I came over his apartment last night and he had Al Green playing. Well one ting lead to another...and there I was finding myself in an uncompromising position... between his legs.
The next day I woke up to Sam kissing me on the lips and he slowly and achingly made his way down to my 'special no-no spot' which he proceeded to ravage with gusto. The afterglow stayed with me throughout the rest of the day. That's the thing about sex. When it's good, the endorphins can last for a very long time.
We finally dragged ourselves out of bed and decided to have lunch at Cafe Alma.
I had the Salade Niçoise. It was absolutely delicious. There was perfect balance between the sweetness of the balsamic reduction dressing and the saltiness of the capers. The leafy greens were fluffy and light and the fresh tuna was seared to perfection.
Sam had the Sauteed Calamari. It was served on a bed of baby spinach. I, of course, had to taste it. It was absolutely yummy.
Since I'm not suppose to have sugar, Sam shared his creme brulee with me. The sugar was hard and cracked when hit with a spoon which is how creme brulee should be.
The decor could use a little improvement though. I'm not feeling the whole Bohemian, dark interiors. Still, it's a fantastic place because of the food and the great service.
To me, nothing says I love you like cleaning your boyfriend's dirty, nasty, stinky bathroom. Sam found me hunched over the tub scrubbing furiosly a la Joan Crawford. The smell of bleach waffed throught his entire apartment. What can I say? Nothing smells cleaner than bleach. If it can kill plants, it can kill germs!
"What are you doing?" he asked. "Cleaning." I retorted. "You can literally write on the soap scum. See?" I pointed at the spot where I wrote 'Clean Me.' "Ok." Sam replied curtly.
I knew he was upset. Had I stepped over the line? Did I do the wrong thing by finally taking action? I hinted to him several times over about the bathroom being 'a little skanky'.
He was silent through dinner. We had the classical music playing in the background. I fiddled with the chicken. I didn't have much of an appetite. He cleared the plates and I retreated to the bedroom where I worked on papers for school. A few hours later, the chill was still in the air and he tok off his clothes and jumped into bed. I laid down beside him and he turned on the TV. Breakfast at Tiffany's was playing.
"I love this movie." I said.
He only grunted.
"Listen, I'm sorry if I upset you. It's just that I don't like dirty bathrooms and I have like an OCD on cleanliness. I'm a neatfreak. You know that."
I gave him the sad puppy dog eyes.
"I'm sorry too. It's just that I was embarassed," he said.
I snuggled up next to him and put my head on his shoulders. He took my hand and intertwined our fingers. Audrey Hepburn sang.
"I love you baby." "I love you too."
I looked into his eyes and kissed him. He spooned me. To Sam, Nothing says I love you like spooning.
~~~ Happy Valentines Day everyone and a wonderful S.A.D to the rest !
In 1954, the larger-than-life Prime Minister Winston Churchill decided to appoint a committee to investigate whether the Government should change policies towards homosexuals. The Wolfenden Committee ultimately made a decision which changed the lives of Gay Britons. This documentary was created in celebration of the Committee's proposal which ultimately decriminalized homosexuality.
This post is waaaaaaayyyyy overdue! Gasparilla is an annual festival here in Tampa. It celebrates pirates. Yes. Pirates. It's held every year at the end of January and is over 100 years old.
It's to commemorate the sacking of Tampa, then Ybor City, by the pirate Jose Gaspar who supposedly sailed up Tampa Bay and pillaged the town. The celebrations begin during midday when the Jose Gaspar, a restored ship, sails towards downtown Tampa along with hundreds of other boaters. The ship would then dock and the pirates would demand the keys to the city which the Mayor of Tampa would readily give. Then the pillaging of booty would begin and the pirates would parade downtown throwing beads to wenches who show their boobies.
Gasparilla. Another debauched tradition of the so-called Christian Conservatives of the South.
I just got back from having dinner with Same and his friends. Two them are Thai, one was Chinese, and another was Puerto Rican. It comes as no surprise that all of them are gay. The conversation turned towards the topic of long distance relationships. The Chinese guy admits to having a boyfriend back in Hong Kong and has an "open relationship". I admitted to having bad experiences with LDR's and open relationships.
"Well John, have you heard of the rules?" he asked coyly.
1. Don't fall in love. 2. Only blow jobs are allowed. 3. Absolutely NO ANAL SEX! 4. It's just sex, fucking, fornicating. Nothing more. 5. Don't fall in love.
Apparently they've been following these rules for four years now.
I was astonished.
~~ On a side note, if you're ever in Tampa try Gallagher's Steakhouse. It's a branch of the original one in New York. The steak is just as fantastic and the service impeccable. Try the aged Porterhouse and the potatoes au gratin.
It all started with the word CUNT. Atonement is one of those movies that truly affected me.
I didn't cry nor was I horrified. After watching it I just felt so bad for the Brionie. The guilt and the pain that she lived through must have been so inconceivable. It's easy for us to tuck away our sins and not think of the consequences, but the ghosts of our actions will always haunt us.
I highly highly recommend this movie. Definitely an Oscar winner. Even Sam liked it and he thought it was going to be one of those chick flicks.
