The night that was Mr. Cebu 2008...

Patience is a virtue but time is gold. I couldn’t agree more to whoever said that to me or I heard it from.

Last night was a real testament to that statement. I, together with Gabby, Johanna, Philmar and Iris, with overwhelming excitement went to Waterfront Cebu City Hotel to behold what’s dubbed to be the first ever Mr. Cebu 2008 beauty for a cause pageant. The show would supposedly start at 7 p.m and so as men-in-trunks-hungry as we are, we took off to be the earliest birds. We waited for sometime to wait for somebody who had our tickets and then eventually settled in our seats.

I was surprised to see that the entire grand ballroom of the hotel where the pageant was held was not even half-filled considering it was already a quarter to seven. So I thought it must be a sentimental flop, if I may borrow Jobert Sucaldito’s word in his description to Sharon Cuneta-Richard Gomez movie whose title I could not remember. Almost an hour later, people were starting to come inside the hall but still not enough to be called a mob. As expected, gays from all walks of life, I mean that literally, converged to have a glimpse of the contestants’ bodies and their thing which must not be named. Some dressed up like debutantes and some with obviously overhauled noses, breasts and butts came up in very short dresses that displayed, I should say though, their stunning physical renovations courtesy of Thai surgery. I noticed also that the judges at the time were still not around. I asked one of the Bruhilda look-a-like gay staffs what exactly the time the show would start, and IT answered me with conviction that they were just waiting for the management’s go signal.

By that time, I was already quite annoyed waiting for the show to start. I sacrificed dinner just to be there early. And I hate the organizers for that. How can they make people who paid for those high-priced tickets wait for two hours? Thirty minutes is forgivable but two hours is another story. It is something we should learn to change.

Again, patience is a virtue but time is gold.

Good thing, I saw Ian there. For those of you who don’t know him, well he is somebody I think I am destined to be with. OA ra sa personal. Give me a break here, it is my birthday! Anyway, at least his mere presence lightened up everything for me. I was totally caught by surprise when I looked in his eyes and then I saw me. It was a Kodak moment!

And now that I am talking about him, I seem to forget the lines to say about the pageant already. Achuz… Okay, the show finally started at 9 p.m. with Angel Aquino as host. There were 16 contestants vying for the crown, aw the title, (of course, they’re not gonna be crowned. That would be so gay.) to be the first Mr. Cebu. The pageant scoring is divided into four parts; the casual wear, the swim wear, the formal wear and the dreadful question-and-answer. Yes, some did catch my attention and get me excited but the worms in my stomach were also excited to have some food to eat. I was really starving. My head was starting to numb and if I stayed longer, I would have gone crazy. I went home disappointed not being able to see the full show. But I could not trade my sanity for lame, I don’t know if they are level-headed, individuals whose abs I envy the most. For more information about the results and the contestants, click here.








As for me, I have already a Mr. Cebu. And that would be Ian.

OA ra sa personal. Hehehehe…


Photos were screencapped in the official Mr. Cebu 2008 website.

Rollicking...

Someone bid goodbye today.

It is coincidence that while I am making this post, I am actually listening to Van’s Another Goodbye Song. Fitting enough for one of my officemates resigned and today is her last day.

Rolls, as she is shortly called by most of her friends decided to leave us behind and pursue another rewarding career outside the seemingly gloomy shadows of the office she was in and where I am right now. I don’t mean to be mean about my employer but that’s just the right way to say it, at least for me. So, is it sheer stupidity that I am still here? I hope not. I have credible reasons why I am still prolonging the agony and I am not disclosing them here.

I may not understand fully the real reason why she is leaving us all, but I think I know a little bit and I understand her totally because of that. It is a mutual feeling. Tired. Like the rest of the people here, everyone seems to get tired by the way our career paths are paved here. I don’t know if there is really even a path they are paving for us because I feel we are somehow lost. And tolerating this would not be a smart thing to do. Again, I have justification for not going.

And for everything, here is an open letter which I hope she would like despite being public.

Dear Scarlett,

That is not your real name, I know. Aimee gave me that name when I asked her what we should call you. It is the name of the character played by Angelica Panganiban in a teleserye. She chose her not because you look like Angelica, (this is NOT REALLY the case) but because she feels, you and the character seem to have a common personality. According to her, you are like Scarlett who will get what she wants no matter what it may take.

When I first met you in Victorias, I thought you were one of those maarte girls who carry the latest models of cellphones and wear a nice 2-inches black boots to office. But you are truly an exemption to the common saying that first impression lasts. As time passed by, I realized the lowliness of your spirit in the way you interact with people and that can be attested by the rest of us who have been with you.

Your open-mindedness and happy personality made it more comfortable for me to talk to you just about anything. I am also happy that you shared some of your stories with me. You were such a good companion to fun events in Mango. You served as my bait to guys so I can catch some. Your generosity sometimes surprised me. When you asked me if I liked colored contact lenses, you brought me a pair on the someday you asked me. When my funds run out and I would not be able to meet financial obligations to you, you would just simply say “Okay ra na dai oi!”. That really meant a lot to me.

And now that you are leaving, I would surely miss a lot of things. I would miss that Vanessa del Bianco’ singing style of yours. Like I said, it is an advantage! When you would be in a chorale group, you do not need to make an effort to blend because your voice is already a nice third voice.(Peace dai!)

I will miss you bringing food to the office. You always have something to eat in your bag and I would always be the one who benefits. I would miss that Remedy song of Jason Mraz that you continually play in my laptop as you sang along. I will miss your being a mirror freak. Narcissist you are because you always have a mirror in front of you at your desk. Actually for me, there is nothing wrong with that. I will miss that single-color fashion of yours. When I told you that it was an abnormal psychological condition, I was not really sure about that. I researched it over the internet but failed to get the answers. Like me, you are also a cry-baby. I will miss that too.

I want to thank you also for listening to all my stories. Thank you for reading my blog when I tell you to. Thanks for the comments and compliments. Thanks for the generosity you have bestowed on me especially during those times when I have practically nothing. Thank you for the company and for the friendship.

I wish you all the best in life, gurl! I pray that God will grant everything that your heart desires. I hope that you will finally find the person who deserves your love and someone who can give you perennial joy and happiness. I hope you won’t forget us all.


Sincerely yours,

Ang Takda

P. S. I am posting some of the happy moments we captured in pictures here.




P.P.S Do you really like Chiboy?? Hahaha...