gengki the newbie

in the virgin forest i enter. gengki spanks and smites. love is all you need but then again i need chocolate too.

 

What a wonderful human being...

Something caught me while trying to have a less a meaningful conversation with the hubby sometime ago. I was looking at pretty povedan girls. I thought they were Povedan. They look good. And they were girls. The hubby asked who was i looking. I said i kinda laid eyes on two girls that passed by.

That's kinky.

What? Ano yun kulot?

I have to admit i'm not well versed with the male-drooling lingo and the kinky word reminds me of the Aetas but hubby said that a woman like me staring at women as if i'm not a woman sounds so kinky. Oh, you mean sexy. Right. Why not? I'm a woman in the first place. Woman is sexy. Hmmm... hubby seems to be tagging the right words to make me feel like a natural woman. Auditory stimulation from the male species. Haha...

It leads me now to tell myself that one of the best things that our genius God has made is a woman.

I read anyayahh's recent blog that a woman's body is warm. Of course, we are human beings. We are mammals so we are warm-blooded. But warmness of a woman's body is different. It transcends physicality. It is more than redeeming flesh that i speak of, but a warm fuzzy feeling that seethes through your heart. Warm feeling that doesn't scald. Softness similar to stroking the stomach of a cat. I imagine marshmallows and chicken broth and an Isabel Allende book. That's how soft and warm she is.

I do not limit this description to sheltered Povedan girls. They do look good. No doubt. Brittle bodies half-full to womanly goodness. What keeps me looking are women i see on the streets, in the workplace, inside jeepneys, college campuses, in the malls, in the park.

Flashback: Poodrahbel and I had this mission to serve Capt. Planet by launching our own refostration project in Sierra Madre. I was young then, a little over 12 years old. I suffered sunstroke so my dad had to rush me to the nearest ilog at the foothills. That was the first time i saw real lavanderas. Women in their tapis washing clothes--- healthy looking women with round breasts and curvy asses in a messy tied-up hairdo. That's my vivid memory of real barrio sexiness. They're like the actual painting of Amorsolo and the ones we see in old Pinoy movies where these women get raped. There I was, staring at them, drinking detergent laiden water while my Dad tries to dispell voyeurism.

I look at the body of my lola feeding her 20 cats, the way Aling Barang makes paypay of her isaw just around the block, how this dalagita goes around the sari-sari store to buy tasty bread and suka. Jelly strong bodies oozing with feminine charm. Very very feline.

Ok. My male boss is looking at me now.

I'm a woman

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THE WAY WE WERE

What a sweet sweet november! They were all here and in restrospect. The official people who made me strong by breaking my heart. They have their own lives right now so is your lolah. I felt like each one had a child of their own in me and suddenly the villages of my heart had an impromptu fiesta in memoriam of all things good, bad, sweet and bitter. It's always this month that new experiences are really in their full chakras.

After 5 years or so, Magellan and i met early this month. My first boyfriend. He discovered me the way the real Magellan discovered our homeland. We were both 17 and stupid. and pa-cool. and pa-mature.

When we met up in Makati my smile couldn't be contained. I'm laughing at myself for having to meet my so-called first boylet who really had the guts to withstand me during my post-angst days. He was still cute and had an air typical of a Lasalista. He still had his car which I thought then would be his instrument of death the moment we broke up. For the past week he'd been meeting up with all his exes. Just checking which one of them would give him the butterflies. I gave him some flies. He said he can't forget an iskandalo i made in front of him and his classmates while they were studying. I made an iskandalo? But how? How could i do such an act? He stressed that I did. Well, that was crazy old college me. I'm different now. People change. NOT! We laughed about it so hard I had to go the washroom since my sipon is insisting to see him as well. I told him a personal fact that he was my first boy. After that rendezvous, I felt old.

Now if Magellan discovered me, this boy is the Miguel Lopez de Legaspi--- the conqueror. Yes. I admit. This boy really had me clenched and sinking ocean deep. He popped into my crazed college existence and popped out before i knew it. He suddenly popped again while on last supper with Gilgamesh. Paulie suddenly became restless since we, somehow, shared this very strange, enchanting boy. He just dropped by to give me shirt and that's it. A lot of people reacted why? Why now? Well, he just wanted to give a shirt. That's all. It's not as if he's proposing to me.

"I hate it when you act mature" Paulie blurted out.

Some people sensed that it wasn't just about the shirt. Probably he came in just to check if i was still head over heels for him or maybe he just wanted to get rid of the shirt. Do you still love him? I loved him. That's in the past tense. What I have with him are misty water colored memories as Barbra would put it.

Now, let's eat dinner.

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THE EPIc of GILGAMESH and GENGHIS KHAN

****And so she had her despedida last night. Gilgamesh is off to America this coming week. And this is a tribute to one of the most colorful persons the great GENGHIS KHAN has encountered in her charmed life.

Gilgamesh and Genghis Khan were school mates who became orgmates in the Pontifical University of the Philippines. They were bound by one fierce lover with which they both shared--- Theatre Arts. Those were the days. Gilgamesh was a bit obese and his hair wasn't introduced yet to conditioner. Genghis Khan had a mind of her own and never really got to know a haircomb or brush. They both lived in Fairview, so they spent their uwian from rehearsals together laughing and inventing jokes inside the Fairview Caltex routed FX.

COSTUME BEAUTIES

One day, bibo org neophyte that he is, Gilgamesh volunteered to their whacked out director that he wants to head the costume department of their first major production. They were a packaged deal along with Maple. The first major production was Romeo at Julieta. A Defect-inspired, Japanese Anime themed with old Filipino language kind of Romeo and Juliet.

They had to dress up a cast of 20 and more people in flashy kimonos and warrior kacha and plastic ballons and whatever whacked out outfits our crazy director had to come up with. By mid production of the play Gilgamesh was whacked out by their whacked out director. Genghis Khan had to fill him in during rehearsals just to keep his sanity. Genghis Khan learned how to commute and weave her way thru Divisoria. Gilgamesh instantly became the most creative costume mistress after heartless words mouthed by a cracked up director. Their costume days were treasured and cherished. Most grinned about were the moments they had at the dressing room where the men voluntarily undressed in front of them so that they could get their costumes fitted. That year was the height of testosterone in the organization. And so they ruled the dressing rooms...

ONSTAGE

Gilgamesh had his first hand on stage as the dumb childish secretary of a principal in the up-coming play of the org. Genghis Khan had dual roles in the same play--- a big, fat and obnoxious wife of a Math professor and a promiscuously sexy professor. Both gave stellar performances especially that of Gilgamesh. Gilgamesh asked Genghis Khan some ideas on how to make his character more colorful. After a session, Gilgamesh's character became a full painting. His character was butchered, marinated, barbecued, grilled, mopped and bastardized to the delight and permission of our very open-minded director.

OUT OF THE ACADEME

They parted ways and would be united again in the largest local network Gilgamesh was no longer obese. Genghis Khan wished she had combed her hair. Things became different since priorities came screaming right at their faces.They had bills to pay, siblings to put to school, chocolates to buy, father to provide an allowance, lola to buy medicines and broken hearts to mend.

Yes, Gilgamesh and Genghis Khan are growing up.

They would still be meeting and reminiscing when they are invited to attend plays in their alma mater as alumni. Then came Gilgamesh's turning point. This decision somehow paved the way for him to leave our homeland. Somehow he had to lead his life and make another epic. Genghis Khan is living her life right now.

*** Looking back makes me glassy eyed. The despedida was spent on reminiscing and looking at Gilgamesh's fabulous 5-kilo scrap book

I find it funny that all the good and best memories are in a thing called a scrap book Ironically, the best and most treasured moments in your life are just a scrap. Well, it would be too much to call it the most treasured and cherished book.

Nah, that's just too obvious. Let's give some credit to the best and cherished memories of our lives. These are indeed wiser than all of us.

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barely ngarag...

 

yes. this is my life. i don't credit this to vitamin C but i think it was meant to be this way. Ngarag. I loathe the term. It has become a layman's term in TV production. So common, it can quantify to something as biological as a sneeze. I am amazed at my capacity to endure everything. Everything does not only include the workload. Throw in the stares, the sub-consciuosly harsh objectives, crab mentality, flamboyant faggotism, egotistic bastards and plain idiots.

Today, as much as i don't like to drop it, is an official ngarag day. I have been the same girl, literally and physically, since yesterday morning. Today is my second straight day in the office. It was my usual route but this time my partner ticked off and went on a movie marathon thinking there was little to do. He came back just this afternoon fresh smelling like a green papaya while my hair lost all its pro-vitamin B5.  Malapit na mag-dreadlocks on its own ang buhok ko. I did all the research needed for our episode. I knew i was in deep shit when our PM pinpointed on our meeting what he wants to happen to my assigned segments. He never tells us what to do with the segments. Thus this scene calls for exceeding expectations. Going more than what he bargained me for. Kelangang magpa-bibo.

Ngarag. Ngarag. Ngarag. Ngarag.

1am Friday

It kept on drilling. Well, i do not wish to think of these, my pores might be fussing over again. So, i summon all my happy thoughts. S'mores! A new found chocolate with melted marshmallow and what have yous. I have to get things done before 6am. I walked like my usual walking on the moon effect. By 5pm i felt like a dazed mother organizing my daughter's debut party. I slouched on the computer and cursed Romnick Sarmenta for not getting TV projects in ABS. I have to find a decent pic of him. A text came in that i should add Railey Valerioso and Aya Medel on my visual list. Who the hell is Railey Valerioso? And what webpage can i find a clothed Aya Medel? Just where?!! So off i go to ABS Publishing. Our producer started to falsetto when her segment didn't air at 11pm. At this point, I am a traffic enforcer, a call center rep, a systems engineer and a mad stock broker. These are just my auras hours before our airing.

On the way to our editing bay our old OJT saw me pass by while trying to lift my bra strap. " Ate, mukhang lumalaki ah..." she said jokingly while cusping her breasts.

"Ngarag lang". Now that I've said it. It's finished.   

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What do i get after a week?

4 pimples near my chin
2 subdued eyebags
4 wounds on my lips
parched hair
a stuffed nose from too much aircon

adjust! adjust! adjust!

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