SLACK

I got a semi-whacking from one of our heads just  recently.  I think the first one i got since i switched fences from the snake pit to the sheperds plain. Things are so coincidental. But i know my grip  and i stay firm to that. Probably they mistook me on my grip. Well, next time always be on the trivial side. Phoohoo!

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Last week a day before mon amour went to Paris, i had the opportunity of a friend to watch Carlo Vergara's Zsa Zsa Zatturnah (Ze Muzikal). I think any close minded gay basher will foam to its ears and combust after finishing  the play. Hehe. Ultimate bakla play. Songs are reminiscent of the Supremes, Otis Redding and Aretha Franklin. Hmmm... so gay. Eula Valdes played ZsaZsa, and she really looks like ZsaZsa in the comics.  She has really plump and nice boobs with a surprising musical theatrel voice. Agot Isidro who looks so noveau riche on stage as Queen Femina Suarestella Baroux  had the right mix to act as the highfalutin English speaking leader of a feminist mob of 4. Yes, Agot Isidro really looks stunning, complacent and proud. For a time i thought, i wish i had her face. Chubibo on cue, whispered to me that Agot acts like me on stage.  Haha!  Grave na tong Assumptionista mode ko! Paulie said that we had the same kuba and ashamed of the breast stance. I'm a bit kuba. I don't know why.

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2 nights ago, i had a margarita night with some of  my college buddies. Leslogel, Bumper, Chawdi and their housemate Wacks. THat night was so full of affirmation. As if we have never affirmed ourselves. Felt good.  Alcohol really has a refuge. As if rescuing ourselves from ourselves.