Ako nalang ba ang natira?

 Literally!

I mean undeviating- everyone is a vlogger these days! 

I am not quite certain if I am the only one in the "B" now instead of the "V". I started putting my thoughts into words way back 2004 because of Dulce, it was with a different site then. Began doing blogspot.com in 2008 and stopped for an I-don't-know reason why. 

A pandemic broke out and I didn't even drop a single rumination about it! Pisti! Just when everything was in the moment- I deserted like that! I became a blogger-has-been. Everybody was busy staying alive, myself included. May kuwentong COVID ka din ba?

Fast forward 2022 and for another I-don't-know reason why. I am back as a fresh tilapia can be.

So what to expect? A lot of this and a lot of attitude and sass, my lass! A call to action for you my dear, stay tuned and subscribe!

I really miss dancin'

Pandemic really tilted the balance of the globe. "One virus to crush them all" said a padawan. As everything and everyone is going back to normal... there are memories you remember and makes you ponder... Can I still do it?

my lips are sealed.....

my lips are still sore- a remembrance of a once steamy afternoon delight

-just like that!



It happened on a Friday morning 6am to be exact. I was supposed to meet a booty call and it turned out not-that-great. A regular kid with nothing to do. He was a bum. He was just there for the free stuff. As socially active as I am.... 

fine..... 

as drunkard as I am, we resorted to a drinking-spree instead. As I mentioned he was a kid and I am no minor-savoring-prick. We had a couple of laughs and a bucketful of drinks. I invited a friend over and the socialization began. Tipsy, horny and flirty as my nature calls me- the next table kept on ogling and was sending mixed signals. Flirt as I maybe, I let my friend do the talking. The outcome was painstakingly easy.

We had them at hello. Five of them actually. Invited them for a couple of bottles more. The kid I was to chew? I ditched him all the way. He was of no profit anyways. So cutting the story quick: 3 out of 5 was dead on arrival, and the 2 kept hangin' on.

One of which was a family man: wife, 2 kids, a good family and a very promising career with a leading sabaw Telecom in the country. A Network Engineer  by profession. Young, tall and dark. 

Straight. Sabi niya.
He is clear and certain of that.

Blame it on the social lubricant. All became blurry.
Everything became a WAS.

We made out.
I kissed him hard. He kissed me back.
Callously. Marring my lips. Everything didn't matter anymore. I was transfixed. Half of me wanna ask but half of me hushed me with lust and desire.
Drowned, dazed but not utterly confused.
Reality came back to me.I got caught in between. Confusion or not.

I am from a shattered menage  and it wasn't a cher sight.
I left.

-just like that!

Never thinking, never pondering just expecting repercussions.

I have transfixed a certain notion that straights have their own agenda and queers have theirs too. 

Right! Tags are inevitable and a fact is strong, labels are gonna be labels nothing more nothing else. But a cross-over? I guess yes. More or less a facade. What your mouth blabs does not necessarily coincides what your heart utters. I for one, as fickle-minded as I am, hides what I feel by saying something stupid and outrageous to divert a fact thus becoming a hoax!

Designers and you

Ever wondered how to pronounce designer labels without making a fool out of yourself?

Practice makes perfect. You don’t need to be a genius, you just gotta be aware how to say it.

Some maybe a tongue twister but some are “a-ha!” moment

Lets start. 

anna swee | Anna Sui 

ann de-mule-eh-meester | Ann Demeulemeester

azz-eh-deen ah-lie-ah | Azzedine Alaia

badge-lee meesh-kah | Badgley Mischka

bah-len-see-ah-gah | Balenciaga

bahl-mahhhhn | Balmain

bow-tay-guh vah-netta | Bottega Veneta

Christian Lacroix: christian luh-kwa

Christian Louboutin: christian loo-boo-tan

Comme des Garçons: comb dey gah-sown

Dolce & Gabbana: dol-chey and gab-ana

Dries Van Noten: drees van know-ten

Gareth Pugh: gareth pew

Giambattista Valli: gee-am-bah-tease-ta vah-lee

Gianfranco Ferre: gee-ahn-franco feh-ray

Givenchy: zjee-von-shee

Hermès: er-mez

Hervé Léger: air-vay lay-jah

Hussein Chalayan: hoo-sane sha-lion

Issey Miyake: iss-ee mee-yah-key

Jean Paul Gaultier: zhon paul go-tee-ay

Junya Watanabe: jun-yah wat-an-ah-bey

Kinder Aggugini: kinder ag-ooh-gee-nee

Lanvin: lahn-vahn

Loewe: loh-wev-eh

Louis Vuitton: loo-wee vwee-tahn

L'Wren Scott: la-ren scott

Maison Martin Margiela: may-sohn martin mar-jhell-ah

Marchesa: mar-kay-sah

Mary Katrantzou: mary cat-trant-zoo

Miu Miu: mew-mew

Monique Lhuillier: monique le-hu-lee-ay

Moschino: mos-key-no

Olivier Theyskens: oh-liv-ee-ay tay-skins

Proenza Schouler: pro-en-zuh skool-er

Rochas: row-shahs

Rodarte: row-dar-tay

Roksanda Ilincic: roksanda ill-in-chik

Salvatore Ferragamo: sal-vah-tor-re fer-ra-gah-moh

Sonia Rykiel: sewn-yah ree-key-el

Thakoon: tah-koon

Versace: vur-sah-chee

Yves Saint Laurent: eve san lau-ron

Yohji Yamamoto: yoh-jee yam-ah-mo-to

rainy Monday :(

penshoppe          milanos          diFini

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