Because The Tomato wanted to get some sleep and Ah Em Eeeevel. 10.28.2008

vampirebianca07: labas-pasok ka ah.
vampirebianca07: :))
tom: tell me about it
tom: annoying nga e
vampirebianca07: connection sucks?
tom: first my laptop overheated
tom: next my net acts up
vampirebianca07: it's a sign Tom.
vampirebianca07: :D
tom: that i'm actually a top, and not a bottom?
vampirebianca07: hahahaha ewan ko sayo
vampirebianca07: :))
tom: kasi i can't think of what sign it's supposed to be other than that e
tom: hahaha
vampirebianca07: hahahah... ang sabihin mo, walang ibang laman yang utak mo kundi secks!!!
vampirebianca07: let the OTHER HEAD think of that
tom: uy di naman lagi
tom: slight lang
vampirebianca07: SURE


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vampirebianca07: natuloy meeting mo?
tom: yez
tom: napakiusapan ko na ang producers ng the buzz... di na daw nila ifefeature ang scandal namin ni piolo.
tom: :))
vampirebianca07: :-L
tom: you're no fun
vampirebianca07: that's hard to swallow (uy naman the terms!)
tom: :))
tom: korek
vampirebianca07: :))
vampirebianca07: at kelan ka pa nailang sa mga scandals?
vampirebianca07: you have them for breakfast
tom: hindi naman sa nailang... pero kawawa naman si papa piolo. we just want to be happy. ECHOS
vampirebianca07: =))
vampirebianca07: so ikaw pala ang type nya.
vampirebianca07: serious effect pero pokpok din pala :))
tom: naman! nakisingit lang si sam kasi kinulit nya ng kinult si piolo
tom: ay, kaya nga mabenta ako gurl, kasi di mo aakalain
tom: hahahaha
vampirebianca07: ang sarap kurutin sa singit ng dalawang yun. laging may-i-deny ang mga bakla
tom: :)) i'm wondering nga e kung how much truth there is sa chismis na yun
vampirebianca07: you still doubt kung baklita sila?
tom: sort of
tom: lalo nung naging pangit na si sam
vampirebianca07: why? what does your gaydar say?
tom: parang di ko tanggap na pumangit ang isang bading overnight
vampirebianca07: naging pangit si sam? kelan ba sya naging cute?
vampirebianca07: :))
tom: :))

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vampirebianca07: di ko talaga sila type ni piolo
vampirebianca07: gusto ko yung mga salbahe na mga mukhang tanga
vampirebianca07: :))
tom: like max alvarado?
vampirebianca07: hoy naman
vampirebianca07: :))
tom: :))
tom: sabi mo
vampirebianca07: andrew wolf naman
tom: hayz, di ka consistent girl ha
vampirebianca07: siraulo ka
tom: hahaha

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vampirebianca07: yesterday i was contemplating on going to work
vampirebianca07: ngayon na naman :-L
tom: bakit?
tom: why contemplate?
vampirebianca07: tinatamad na talaga ko
tom: gumulong gulong ka muna sa kama
tom: haha
vampirebianca07: :))
vampirebianca07: lalo akong tatamarin sira :))
tom: hahaha
tom: that's the point
tom: ano kala mo sa kin, konsensya?
tom: hahahaa
tom: not today
tom: maybe tomorrow
tom: but not today

Me and My Sunday Men

sabi ni Tom: Bagong recruit kaso lang hitad. haha... super f*ck!

Just a couple of pics from last Sunday's devirginizing experience at O Bar. Man did I ever have a great time! I think I'm gonna get so drunk every Sunday night.

I love you guys!

Thanks Tom for the pics. I did not include THE PIC, for your sake and mine. Haha... But if you want me to well...

Guye, My Little Brother

Because he let me borrow his MC and it's loaded with pics. Pasalamat ka konti lang in-upload ko! Hahahaha!!!

Love you!

BTW, the artworks are his.

This is my October

And I'm loving it more and more and more. I wish I have one entire year of Octobers!

Memoirs of an Octoberian Bash Survivor - from what's left of my brain.

I haven't been blogging for quite sometime. I guess I just got too tired of complaining about how The Universe is Conspiring against me nonstop that I refuse to expound on it through my blogs.

But hey, this time it's different. And the Happy Geeks did it again!  Say hello to my 2nd Octoberian Party!


Byahe pa lang, solve na!

Fresh from a volleball game I never finished, I was an hour late for my meetup with Nelson. He was too nice not to scold me when I arrived. Picked up Nick and Alec at CBTL Gateway. I partly rolled the car window down and shouted at Alec, "magkano?" The expressions on the coffee people's faces were priceless!

Dropped by Santuario de San Antonio to pick up Karen's goodies for the party. Sadly she couldn't make it to the the wild night. She looked smashing in her little black funeral dress tho. I remember last year's Octoberian party, both of us showed up in Red Devil's Horns. I knew then I'm going to like her.

On to the hour-long trip. I seriously couldn't stop laughing whenever we talk about Alec's bus story and his MRT misfortune. Sorry for laughing so hard, bro. Plus there's also Alec and his Camel Toes. And let's not forget Nick and his moments. Poor Nelson had to endure everything!


Stretching muna bago main event!

You know what they say - it's best to do warm up exercises before the game to avoid sore muscles. Oneal gave me a shot of Mojitos (tama ba?) which I shamelessly diluted with tons of ice. My shoulder muscles started to stiffen (always during my first drink) and hurt so bad that I had to go inside and rest on the couch. I thought I'd spend the night sleeping in the guest room, considering I haven't had decent sleep all week. Fortunately, my shoulders started to relax and the pain eventually went away. Ron thought I was drunk. Far from it, buddy! I was just getting started!


Send in the clowns.

As I consumed shot after shot of Malibu(g) - thanks, K - I started to get reminded why I'd travel forty kilometers to party with The Happy Geeks when my body could use eight hours of sleep. There wasn't a dull moment, except of course when I needed to use the Little Nun's Room. Paul and the old age jokes, The Century Egg, Beej's Jolog Jokes, The Egg with RC (if you don't have Sarsi) - ah, I didn't start calling then The Happy Geeks for nothing.


The Happy Horse.

Enter The Garapata. Tobie arrived with his BFF, Tom. Yes Tom, you did look dead serious. Tobie introduced me to The Happy Horse (no, not HIS Happy Horse). Finding one is like getting to the Candy Mountain, only better.

When our supply ran out, Tobie and I drove to the nearest Mini Stop. No San Mig premium but there were lots of Red Horse. The girl at the counter proactively offered The Happy Horse to Tobie. Tsk tsk... I didn't know he was a regular there. We got two 1L and one 500mL bottles of The Happy Horse. I was rather amused! Then he bought packs of Extra Joss. Let's get the Geeks extra religious, he said.


The cup that never overflows.

It must've been the EJ in The Happy Horse. Usually after two bottles of Red Rse I'm already either down or effortlessly naughty (even for the naughty geeks). Surprisingly I downed glass after glass of Red Rse and Malibu(g) and I wasn't getting tipsy. The laugh trip though was giving me a major migraine. All the dirty talks I've had in the past paled in comparison to this night's Veranda Talk.


This guy's inlove with you, pare!

It started with us sinnging The Smokey Mountai's Kahit Habang Buhay and ended up with Tobie and Dek completing PNE's This Guy's Inlove with You, Pare. Emphasis on "bading na bading sa'yo."


Yeap, you heard right.

And I know I'd probably mess up most of the things people said that night. I was on autopilot. Here are the best convesations I've had and overheard. Please remind me of the others. I sure don't wanna forget them.

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Tom (after we got "showered" by the wine Paul was trying so hard to un-cork): OMG Paul! (tastes wine on arm) So this is what aged wine tastes like!
Paul: So you're in to the age joke too?
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Paul (growling, when Madonna's song is on the Videoke): yeah, Borderline!!!
Tom: what???
* * * * *
Me: Pang t*** lang ako!
Jovan: (points at Dek) eh bakit sya, nakikit*** rin naman sya ah!
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Nick: blah blah blah blah blah
Me: So are you gay?
Nick: blah blah blah blah blah
Me: Are you gay?
Nick: blah blah blah blah blah
Me: Are you gay?
Nick: blah blah blah blah blah
Me: Are you gay?
Nick: NO!!!
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Me: Para kang Centaur na binaliktad. Instead of the lower body, yung upper body mo ang horse.
Dek: Ayaw mo pa talaga ng tikbalang eh, no? Nagpakahirap ka pang magdescribe!
Tobie: (died laughing)
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Tobie: I used to just pass by this place and say awww... ang sasaya nila. Nakakainggit!
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Me: Gay guy yata talaga ako nung past life ko. I enjoy their sense of humor so much!
Tobie: And kasi nagkaka-crush ka sa bakla.
Me: That too.
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Tom: U... rim?

Special Thanks.

Ron: Happy Birthday, dude! Thanks for letting us desecrate your temple. I'm glad you're not THAT religious, hehehe...

The Roseros: Thanks so very much!!! I hope there's next time.

Nelson: For the ride and the great music. I owe you!

Karen: For the booze and the Halloween Bags. Lemon went crazy over them (the bags, not the booze!)

Tobie: For introducing me to The Happy Horse and to EJ. I'll never look at The Red Rse the same way again.

To all Octoberian Geeks: Thank heavens you were born. Rock on!


pityur pityur!!!

From Nick
http://pinoyavenger.multiply.com/photos/album/76/Octoberian_Party_2008?

From Urim
http://ughernandez.multiply.com/photos/album/25/OCTOBERIAN_BIRTHDAY_BASH?

From Tobie
http://tobieabad.multiply.com/photos/album/126/Roseroland_October_Party?

From Rej
http://rejjventress.multiply.com/photos/album/315/Octoberian_Birthday_Party?

From Ron
http://picasaweb.google.com/ronrosero/OctoberianParty2008#

To My Dear Louis

I met him one lazy day when curiosity made me create a Friendster account for Anne Rice followers. He was the first to respond. He had the face and words of an angel. I loved him instantly.

That was five years ago. A dozen cold wars and an almost-two-year-dryspell later, we're still bound by love. He has a fragile heart, and I do my best not to break it. But sometimes I still do, and I regret each time I made him tear up inside.

Happy birthday, beloved. I'm forever grateful for your companionship. I'll always be here for you no matter what, even if the silence threatens to dissolve the bond once more.

Now rock on!!!

To Anne

Happy birthday ANNE RICE! I guess you'll never know how much you've helped change my life. My heart will always belong to you and the world you created.


from http://amsaw.org/amsaw-ithappenedinhistory-100404-rice.html

Anne Rice

Born on October 4, 1941, in New Orleans, Louisiana: Howard Allen O'Brien, a child who hated her name so much that she changed it to Anne upon entering first grade. Rice's father was a postal worker who liked to write fiction in his free time. Her mother was an unsuccessful Hollywood actress who had a morbid fascination with the occult. She frequently took her daughter on outings through old New Orleans, stopping to point out the various houses and decaying old mansions she claimed were once the province of witches, warlocks, and demons.

As young Anne grew older, she found herself wandering around cemeteries, reading the inscriptions on tombstones, watching horror movies, and devouring every ghost story she could find. This made the nuns at the Catholic school she attended uneasy, but Rice persisted despite warnings from her superiors.

She married Stan Rice in 1961 and five years later gave birth to daughter Michele. In between being a mother and a wife, she struggled to become a successful writer. She wrote a short story a day as an exercise, but she had little success in getting them published. When her five-year-old daughter was diagnosed with acute leukemia and eventually died, Rice sank into depression. She managed to escape only by losing herself in her writing. She started a novel, and--writing continually--finished it within five weeks. It's the story of a vampire obsessed with the company of a five-year-old girl, whom he decides to turn into a vampire for the company she will provide. But when he learns that she will forever remain a five-year-old trapped in a vampire's soul, he is devastated.

The novel was Interview with a Vampire (1974), one of the first to portray vampires as other-than-ghoulish figures. In Interview, Rice's vampires all were imbued with complex characters, feelings, and even conscience. Reviewers of the book didn't know what to make of it, and it received a lukewarm reception. Rice decided to abandon horror and followed that up with a series of historical novels.

In between, she published a series of erotic novels under the pseudonyms, A. N. Roquelaure and Anne Rampling. As Anne Rampling she published two books, Exit to Eden and Belinda, the latter of which has less raw erotica than does Exit and is more of a romance involving an older man and a teenage girl.

Under her Roquelaure pen name, she wrote the Beauty series, a trilogy of erotic works that include The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty (1983), Beauty’s Punishment (1984), and Beauty’s Release (1985), dealing with various alternative lifestyle themes. She chose the pen name quite deliberately. Count Rouquelaure had been a cloak designer in the 18th century, and Rice used the name because of its meaning--"Anne under a cloak"--as well as for its erotic sound.

Following her lack of success with the publication of Interview with the Vampire, Rice noticed something unusual happening. She had begun to develop a cult following. The book sold steadily throughout the 1980s, eventually building in popularity to become one of the most popular vampire novels in the history of literature. Rice finally returned to the genre with the publication of The Vampire Lestat in 1985. Unlike its predecessor, it was an instant best seller.

Not surprisingly, most of Rice's stories unfold in New Orleans. Today, tourists often take nighttime guided tours of the city, reveling in all of the spooky and unworldly places Rice writes about. It's one of the city's most popular tours.

Other books in Rice's Vampire Chronicles series include The Queen of the Damned (1988) and The Vampire Armand (1998). Her most recent novel is Blood Canticle, which was published in 2003.

Rice, who believes that supernatural and horror fiction should be accepted as serious literature, said, "Realism which is so respected today is really just a fad... There's no telling that anybody's going to be reading these little realistic novels 50 years from now, but people are still reading Faust."

Anne Rice currently lives and works in New Orleans.