First, we went to Jezah's house to join them in their fiesta celebration. It was my first time to be there and to meet the other Jerks after a long time of exile in cebu (hehehe exile jud daw ang gigamit!). We had fun, we ate (of course,the most important part~!!!! ahahahaha and the sole reason why we were there? hehehehe), and not to mention, the all time favorite of all VIDEOKE!!!! after long hours of talk and laugh we finally decided to go home.
On our way home, we decided to "tambay" in the city just to kill the time. We passed by Quezon avenue road and saw an open apartment. Winston peeped on it same with Fhy and everyone else followed, we just laughed and unknowingly the owner was outside watching us, having fun with his place. When we decided to leave, The owner spoke and sa
id " Gusto mo musulod?" then Winston answered yes , the owner agreed. But we just laughed and tried to leave. He then asked where are we going, our gay friend explained that we are just looking for a place to stay just to kill the time. The owner invited us to stay there, with him and drink. At first i thought he was just kidding, but he really did invited us to enter the room. It was dark and bare. But you will notice some papers posted on the walls. There were like poems. Poems of hatred, of disgust and disappointments.
When we were there, i thought he was just trying to campaign for his uncle who is running for Vice Mayor in Iligan city. But as the time goes, i realized that he was just looking for someone to talk to. Someone whom he can share his hurts, from his family and most specially his brother. He told us his life story and how ended that way. If you'll be very observant you would notice that there are lots of empty and full bottles of beer. In his punching bag, you would see a phrase of hatred and a name, where i assume he usually would punch on.
"FK" that was the initial. And you would see that in almost every poster.Base on the poems, i thought he was a psycho or something. because he keeps on talking about his brother and how much he hated him for what his brother did to him. He gave us 100 peso bill, he gave us dimsum pancit canton and something like chao fan? and he ordered siopao and 10 bottles of San Mig
Light for 7 people, 8 if his included. That was a kid gesture from a total stranger. We had fun talking with him, in-spite of some scary moments when he was touring us in his room, that thing he showed us, honestly i was a bit scared and worried. But other than that, i really had a great time. It was a wonderful experience hehehe talking with Bonnie.
He just felt so alone and no one to talk too. So he would grab opportunity to mingle and talk to total strangers like us. He asked for our contact numbers so that he can call us for some time (we actually gave Winsy's number). heheheh when we finally decided to leave, i was touched when he said " Gikapoy kog kinatawa oi, Nalingaw jud ko!". an indication that he had a great time too and he was indeed lonely.
Til Next time Bonnie!!!!!!
On our way home, we decided to "tambay" in the city just to kill the time. We passed by Quezon avenue road and saw an open apartment. Winston peeped on it same with Fhy and everyone else followed, we just laughed and unknowingly the owner was outside watching us, having fun with his place. When we decided to leave, The owner spoke and sa
id " Gusto mo musulod?" then Winston answered yes , the owner agreed. But we just laughed and tried to leave. He then asked where are we going, our gay friend explained that we are just looking for a place to stay just to kill the time. The owner invited us to stay there, with him and drink. At first i thought he was just kidding, but he really did invited us to enter the room. It was dark and bare. But you will notice some papers posted on the walls. There were like poems. Poems of hatred, of disgust and disappointments.When we were there, i thought he was just trying to campaign for his uncle who is running for Vice Mayor in Iligan city. But as the time goes, i realized that he was just looking for someone to talk to. Someone whom he can share his hurts, from his family and most specially his brother. He told us his life story and how ended that way. If you'll be very observant you would notice that there are lots of empty and full bottles of beer. In his punching bag, you would see a phrase of hatred and a name, where i assume he usually would punch on.
"FK" that was the initial. And you would see that in almost every poster.Base on the poems, i thought he was a psycho or something. because he keeps on talking about his brother and how much he hated him for what his brother did to him. He gave us 100 peso bill, he gave us dimsum pancit canton and something like chao fan? and he ordered siopao and 10 bottles of San Mig
Light for 7 people, 8 if his included. That was a kid gesture from a total stranger. We had fun talking with him, in-spite of some scary moments when he was touring us in his room, that thing he showed us, honestly i was a bit scared and worried. But other than that, i really had a great time. It was a wonderful experience hehehe talking with Bonnie.He just felt so alone and no one to talk too. So he would grab opportunity to mingle and talk to total strangers like us. He asked for our contact numbers so that he can call us for some time (we actually gave Winsy's number). heheheh when we finally decided to leave, i was touched when he said " Gikapoy kog kinatawa oi, Nalingaw jud ko!". an indication that he had a great time too and he was indeed lonely.
Til Next time Bonnie!!!!!!
