Fin, Otherwise Known As The End

"Pota, mas lalo ka pang gumwapo ngayon," I whispered to him while we were hugging each other tightly. He looked at me with his tear-streaked eyes, smiled faintly, and whispered back, "Gago, bolero ka pa rin hanggang ngayon."

At that moment, I knew we were ok. No, more than ok. After all this time, we were finally alright - something which I felt that we weren't for a long time running.

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Everything has its season, everything has its time, so goes the song. Long past that space of hurt and bitterness, I can say that this was the perfect moment to pen the concluding chapter of Him and Ternie. No, it was not a fairytale book of romance. That’s farthest from the truth. The truth is that it was a story about two people who fell in love, journeyed along the winding circuitous road, and found that their trails already diverged long before they even acknowledged it.

Now, they find themselves crossing paths once more, but this time in a place of gratefulness, and most importantly, forgiveness.

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Thank you, Him. For those six-plus years we were together, you made uncover facets of myself I wouldn’t have known otherwise. Yes, your apologies are more than accepted. I forgive you and hope that you forgive yourself, too. In turn, I ask your forgiveness for the things I should’ve and could’ve done better. How does the saying go? Ah, hindsight is 20/20. Looking back, there were plenty of opportunities where a better version of me should’ve and could’ve been there for you. For those missed moments, I want to say “I’m sorry” once again.

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Like I told you, I loved you, with all my damned heart and soul. And a part of me will never stop loving, still with my damned heart and soul.

May you find peace, happiness, and contentment in life. Because that’s all I ever wanted for you, always.

Isang Tagpo ng Pag-Uulit

“Puta naman, ano ba! 'Di sinabi ko nang hindi pwede? Alam mo namang may asawa na ako.”

Nagulat ako dahil bigla na lang siyang tumawag habang nagmamaneho ako pauwi ng bahay. Matagal na kasi ang nakalipas nang wala man lang ni ha o ni ho akong narinig sa kanya. Hindi ko rin naman sya masisisi. 

Aaminin ko ang aking malaking kasalanan. 

May babaeng na-involved, at halos tatlong taon ko rin silang pinagsabay nang patago. 

Nung huli naming pagkikita, doon ko sinabi na iiwanan ko na sya para pakasalan ang girlfriend ko. Gusto ko nang mag-bagong buhay, at willing akong tapusin at itatapon ang lahat na nagyari sa amin  kapilit ng kasal. 

Malamang sa malamang, masalimuot ang eksenang nangyari pagkatapos ko itong sabihin. May mga sigawan at pagmumurahan na naganap. Umabot pa nga sa puntong tinulak ko sya papalayo habang umiiyak sya't niyayakap akong mahihigpit.

Ang gago ko lang talaga. 

Pero kahit tinarantado ko sya noon, heto na naman sya’t nagyayaya na magkita kami. 

Malikot na umaandar ang aking utak habang kausap ko sya sa telepono. Ayoko na talaga. May asawa’t dalawang anak na ako. Tahimik at mapayapa na ang buhay ko ngayong pamilya ko na ang aking kinaabalahan. Tinalikuran ko na ang aking nakaraan, at wala na akong balak balikan pa ang nilihim kong mundo. 

“Sige na, please. One more time. Last na, promise” nagsusumamo ang tinig niya sa telepono.“For old time’s sake. Please?”

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Medyo madlim pa rin ang silid ng motel. Tulad ng dati, yung pulang lampara lang sa sulok ang tanging ilaw na nakubaks. Nagsindi ako ng yosi at dahan-dahan kong binuga ang usok. May kalamigan na ang aircon, kaya nagtaklob ako nung manipis na kumot na nahulog sa sahig. 

Tulog pa rin siya sa tabi ko. Humihilik pa nga nang bahagya. Dahan-dahan kong hinaplos ang kanyang mukhang nahihimbing yata sa panaginip. Kahit na matagal na kaming hindi nagkita, ganun na ganun pa rin itsura nya. Ang bawat hugis ng gwapong mukha’t makisig na katawan ay hindi nagbago. Inisip ko, ako kaya, nagbago sa paningin niya? 

Napabuntong hininga ako.

Hindi. 

Hindi pa rin ako pala ako nagbago. Nalilibugan pa rin ako sa kanya. Sa bawat ulos at pagbayo ay nasarapan ako pa rin ako. Sa bawat malalakas at maaanghang na ungol na binitiwan namin ay nagpakasasa ako. At nang sabay kami nilabasan, napagtanto ko na hindi ko pa rin talaga maipapawi ang bakas ng nakaraan. 

Tanginang buhay na ito. Bakit kailangang maging komplikado?

Pasakalye: 

Hango ito sa totong buhay ni Ternie. 

Charot lang, mag bekz! 

Ganap na bakla pa rin si Ternie, at wala siyang balak mambebot ng merlat. Eeeeew lang ano! lololololol

Ito ay bunga ng ovulating fertile imagination ni Ternie para sa #OneMoreTime entry ng mga dating bloggers na ngayon ay nasa Twitter na.

Accountability

If you save a man's life, you become responsible for him

- ancient Chinese proverb

If you love a man, you become responsible for him.

- Ternie's proverb

A Brief Epistle to HIM

Dearest Him,

I cannot even come close in imagining the grief you are undergoing right now. Death is loss that is profound and devastating as cuts through the most intrinsic part of your being: your own very heart.

To say that the grief you carry is understandable would only but trivialize the emotional burden of the moment. No one can truly understand it, no one can comprehend the monumental blow his departure has dealt on you.

Therefore, you have every right to weep for his loss. So cry, HIM. Do not let the sense of propriety stop the tears from streaming down your eyes that are already swollen and reddened. Let it all out. In doing so, may it alleviate the storm of feelings that is surging within you.

Dealing with your grief would be a personal path that you will have to tread. It would not be smooth trek; rather, it would be an arduous one that you will have to face, one day at a time. You would have to struggle just to stay in place and not flounder amidst the pain and misery.

However, do not let fear and apprehension overcome you. I am with you, HIM. I may not be able to fight your own battle for you, but I will hold your hand as you face the challenges that lie ahead. Though you may trip and fall, here is what I will assure you: I commit myself to prop and steady you up, without any pause or hesitation whatsoever.

Allow me to end this letter by leaving you with my favorite quote from St. Therese of Avila. These are the words that give a sense of hope and comfort whenever I face difficult moments in my own life:

"Nada te turbe...Todo que pasa"

Let nothing disturb you...Everything passes.

No matter how dark and disconsolate this period may now seem, trust that there is going to be light at the end of the tunnel.

And trust I that I am here to take that journey with you.

Ternie

Disorganized Patterns of Thoughts 4

4. No matter how you put it, yes, he is still in a relationship. That has never been equivocal to me, and has always been clear from the very start. That's why I never make a fuss when he says he's going to the hospital to visit the boyfriend. There are no assurances, perhaps only borrowed time.

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Save for weekends, we have been going out almost on a nightly basis. We usually have dinner, then hangout and talk. He seldom brings up the topic of his boyfriend's condition, but when he does, I make it point to lend an empathetic ear to the situation. I myself never broach the topic out of a twisted sense of delicadeza.

I may have stolen kiss from his back shoulders once or twice. A kiss on his nape, once. Even a kiss on his cheek. Yet, no physical intimacy has happened between us. I won't be a hypocrite and say I don't want to. There are times I have to call on my will of steel and self-discipline so I wouldn't end up grabbing him to get it over with. He's handsome, my physical type, and a hottie, to boot. But I am not ready to agitate the status quo yet. And I feel, neither is he, too.

In the meantime, all I want to do is to create that safe space whenever he is with me. No dramas, no complications, no worries. If for nothing else, I want to build his memory of me as someone who gave him genuine happiness at that point in his life.

Tsssss.

Spoken like a true querido.

Does that leave me then in the precarious position of being the kept man?

Truth be told, I don't know.

What I do know is that in trying to make him happy, I create my own happiness as well.

What I do know is that he also likes me. That is something I hold on to, no matter how flimsy it is.

And what I know is that I that I will lay out the naked truth, right here, right now: I am truly and honestly starting to love him.

Dammit.

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fin.

Disorganized Patterns of Thoughts 3

3. He is all but 21 yrs. old. Allow me to categorically state that I am not fond of kids, and never have been. In fact, it I consider myself downright allergic to them.

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From a phone conversation with my best friend:

Me: Should I tell him I'm gay, too?

Best Friend: Why not? He obviously trusts you.

Me: But should I trust him?

Best Friend: Hunny, if you won't trust him now, you never will. Don't complicate things. Just keep it simple and happy.

Ah, my best friend. What shall I do without him?

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Ext. Night time. Establishing shot of Ternie and HIM having dinner in a small eatery. Slow dissolve into a medium shot of Ternie and HIM walking along a side stret of Ortigas.

HIM: Alam mo, I'm getting used to this routine. Bahay, then office, then Ternie after...

Ternie lights up a cigarette. He tries to say something, stops, and tries to say it again.

Ternie: Can I tell you something. I dunno...You know...I...I never told anyone at work about it.

Ternie takes a deeps breath and exhales slowly.

Ternie: You know...you know I'm gay right?

HIM takes a moment before he answers.

HIM: Oo naman. I was just waiting for you to tell me.

 Ternie: Really? Oh shit....How did you know?

HIM starts to chuckle.

HIM: I read kasi your blog.

Ternie: Fuck you! Puta ka! I knew it!

HIM chuckles even more.

Ternie: Taena, it was a huge mistake to show it to you briefly! Ugh. You're such a stalker! Sabi ko na nga ba, that was what you were referring to when I saw your tweet.

HIM stops chuckling.

HIM: Wait, what tweet? Binabasa mo ba Twitter ko?!

Ternie now starts laughing.

Ternie: Ahmmm. Ok! Fine! You stalk my blog, and I stalk your twitter. So quits tayo!

There is a comfortable silence as Ternie's laughter dwindles away. Ternie takes a drag from his cigarette before starting to say something. Slow pan shot to Ternie.

Ternie: I also hope you know that...that I...I like you, right?

Slow pan to HIM. HIM starts to smile as the shot fades out to black.

Disorganized Patterns of Thoughts 2

In the interim weeks following that dinner, I would often catch him hanging out on the floor past his shift. When asked why he was still at the office, he'd often times reply that he'd prefer to do internet rather than wade through the traffic. Sometimes, I'd invite him to have dinner at the pantry. Other times, he'd approach my station to do the invitation himself.

After a period of not having dinner with HIM due to conflicting schedules, I found myself having lunch with him, along with a straight guy and another straight girl.

Out of the blue, HIM suddenly blurted out, "Uy, miss ko na ang mga dinner dates natin."

I almost choked on the food. Better yet, I wanted to choke HIM.

Straight guy cracked a joked to the effect that HIM and I were dating all this time. Straight girl added a chortle of her own.

"Date agad-agad," I hastily answered back, perhaps a little too self-defensively. "Hindi ba pwede kumakain lang muna ng sabay sa pantry?"

That double whammy of being closeted at work and, looking back, being a tad guilty as well. No, I don't remotely consider those dinners as dates. What I'll admit to is that I found his company pleasant and congenial, if nothing else.

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2. He is a subordinate of mine at the office. Not a direct report, but still, I have tried to keep a strict ethic of not shitting in my own backyard. Needlessly said, I am also not out at work.

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Fast forward two or three months down the road. By that time, we already started to have dinners outside the office setting as well. I'd like to think I was getting to know him better and better. The opposite wasn't true though. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fish it out from me that I'm gay. I myself wasn't prepared to share that part of me to to him. Not in that way.

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It's ironic how an epiphany can arrive at any given time, without much of a fanfare whatsoever. Mine happened to happen, in all the places, at Chowking.

HIM broke down while we were having dinner past 10 of the hour. He was particularly stressed out that he had to spend the nights at the hospital. In between sobs, he said that he hadn't gone home in days, and that he didn't expect that it would come down to that situation. I just listened and let him cry it all out. I let it be a catharsis for him. After he calmed down and wiped his tears, I stood up, hugged him, and kissed him on the head.

That's when the epiphany struck me.

Oh, fuck.

I do care for him.

Disorganized Patterns of Thoughts 1

From a recent conversation over beer at a bar somewhere in Ortigas.

Me: I have a question.

Him: What is it?

Me: Do you like me?

Him: Yes, I do.

Me: Ok.

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I started noticing HIM on the floor when he came in as a new hire. Tall and cute, one really can't miss out on him. Eye candy, so to speak.

Then he started to talk.

"Ay puta, babakla-bakla," I said to myself. I thought that was the end of it as I focused my attention back to the reports on hand.

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"Hi, can I join you?"

I was planning to have a quiet dinner at the office pantry as I went up the 8th floor. It was a particularly long and tiresome day, and I was looking forward to some downtime before heading home. As I looked up from the food that I was about to eat, there he was, standing right by the table and holding the tray of his own dinner.

"Sure," I replied in a indifferent manner.

"I'm HIM, by the way.

"Ternie."

"Ay. Were you the one who evaluated me? I got kasi an email."

"No. You're not on my list. Someone else did, I guess. They just used my credentials to generate the evaluation."

He chirped away animatedly all throughout dinner. To be fair about it, I was polite all throughout the interaction, even interested and conversant. In the span of probably 40 minutes or so, I learned a lot about him. I did ask all the right questions for him to latch on to. Not that he needed coaxing, of course. He's a natural conversationalist, picking off at any topic on hand.

And here I was, hoping for some peace and downtime.

Oh, well.

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1. He is out. He's also soft and effeminate enough that he won't be mistaken for a straight guy (unless he stands still and keeps quiet). I always tease him that if it's the last thing I'll ever do, I'll make a man out of him. 

An Ode to Hate

I hate how the twinkle in your eye and that bedimpled smile always disarm me. How can I stay mad at you for long?

I hate how you set my heart afluttering whenever I see you across the room.

I hate how you leave me exposed and vulnerable to my feelings.

I hate that I feel relaxed, centered, and happy when we are together after a long and frazzling day.

I hate that you have dismantled, brick by brick, the walls I meticulously built around me. 

I hate that you make me strive, one day at a time, to better myself as a person.

I hate how you make the sun in my life shine bright.

I hate how you are perfect in your imperfectness.

I hate that whenever you cry, all I want to do is just to wrap you in my arms, wipe away the glistening tears, and shield you from all the hurts and pains in your life. 

Last, but not the least, I hate that I have to find reasons to hate you.

Because it is something my heart can never truly do.

It Comes in Threes 2

The driver actually had the guts to squeeze the hurtling bus into the narrow lanes underneath the Ortigas flyover. Needless to say, the inevitable occurred. He swerved slightly to the right, and the rear wheels caught the gutter.

I had visions of being splayed across EDSA, complete with the requisite dismembered limbs, et al.

It Comes in Threes 1

My forehead was still glistening with sweat as I put my finger on the biometrics. The daily time record read 11:50 p.m. I had nine minutes to spare before my shift started. Despite of the things that happened, I had no intention of being late at all. With that thought in mind, I wiped the beads of perspiration on my nape, and entered my room on the office floor.

As I sat down in front of my station, I groped for the power button at the back of the iMac. It was comforting to hear the familiar click of the hard drive. What wasn't was the unfamiliar long beep that came afterwards, followed by a grey Apple screen with the loading wheel.

Looking At the Glass Half-Full. Or Almost-Full, For That Matter

Given it was a Friday, and I already wrapped up all my deliverables for the week with the first two hours, I went along back reading the blogs I that I follow. I came across Chemistry Guy's entry, and I decided this might be good stuff to answer. This is a truncated version, but still, I thought it' would be worthwhile sharing it on my blog.

Sin Series: The Sin of Greed

All I want for Christmas are:

Sin Series : The Sin of Envy 2

I did get a lot of nifty gadgets our operations manager was offering for agents with the most balanced scorecard. Let me digress a bit to explain some industry jargons. Operations measure an agent's performance with certain metrics, commonly called the Key Performance Index (KPI). For our line of business (LOB), agents are measured for six items; all of which drive the performance of the LOB as a whole.

As I mentioned, I realized early on that that our operations manager put a premium  on a balanced scorecard of the KPIs. I may not have the shortest AHT, or the top up-seller, or the most number of CSAT surveys, etc., but I always aimed to be in the top 3 of those six KPIs.

In other words, most of the time, I ended up getting the best gadgets that were at stake.

But still, no certificates of recognition came my way.

To say that envy was bludgeoning its sharp blade into my guts was an understatement .

Sin Series : The Sin of Envy 1 (A repost)

"Envy (also called invidiousness) is best defined as a resentful emotion that 'occurs 

when a person lacks another's (perceived) superior quality, achievement, 

or possession and either desires it or wishes that the other lacked it.'"

- from Wikipedia

A couple of months ago, I committed the sin of envy.

As I saw the certificates being handed out to some of my colleagues, I asked myself, why am I not receiving those? My stats were well above average. I'd even like to think I was among the top people on the floor. Yet, why didn't I get any of those certificates?

The Sin Series: The Sin of Sloth

"Sloth is defined as...emotional apathy,...being physically and emotionally inactive. Sloth...
can also indicate a wasting due to lack of use, concerning a person, place, thing, skill, or 
intangible ideal that would require maintenance, refinement, or support to continue to exist."

-from Wikipedia

Dear Blog,

Well, hello there. Buhay ka pa pala. Sorry naman at napabayaan na kita ng husto. I know I made a resolution at the start of the year to write more sa 'yo. Pero alam mo naman, nalugmok ako sa trabaho. Plus na-hospital pa si mother dearest. At saka kasalanan yan ng Twitter. Mas madaling makipagkulitan doon...

Ang dami kong excuses, ano?

Tales From the Hospital 1

My room has a small window that opens up directly to the kitchen. It's nothing fancy or ornate, just two panes of French windows that allow me to see who's in that area. In turn, I can be easily seen by whoever is peering through it. It's very useful during the times that I don't feel like going into the main house. I simply ask whoever is there to pass me something, say like a bottle of water, or a cup of coffee.

The work table in my room lies directly across the window. In other words, I usually have my back towards the window whenever I'm seated by the table. I really don't notice anyone who's in the kitchen unless they call out to me, or open the window itself.

I woke up one usual Saturday night. As a matter of routine, I treat my rest days as pure rest days. You'll rarely catch me going out on a Saturday or Sunday night. I'd really rather relax at home after a hectic work-week. I tend to while the night away surfing the internet and what not.

It was around 11 pm or so when I heard a knock on the window. I turned around to take a look at who it was.

It was my Mom, waving and smiling thru the glass panes.

An Exposition of a Tweet

You. Yes, you.

I know this will show up in your Blogger dashboard, so I am so going to post this one.

Five things:

Many Happy Returns

"So, what's the drama all about?" was my opening salvo the moment Rudeboy picked-up the phone.

"I'll just tell you about it when we meet up later," he replied.

"The usual place, I suppose? Ten-ish?"

"Yes, I'll text you later what time exactly."

"Alrighty, I'll see you later!"

Dragonlance

 Return this man to Huma's breast
Beyond the wild, impartial skies;
Grant him a warrior's rest
And set the last spark of his eyes
Free from the smothering clouds of wars,
Upon the torches of the stars. 

Let the last surge of his breath
Take refuge in the cradling air
Above the dreams of ravens, where
Only the hawk remembers death.
Then let his shade to Huma rise,
Beyond the wild, impartial skies.

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To you. And your once-wounded friend, too.