Duty Free

I was nervously waiting at the lobby of the Fiesta Mall Duty Free in Pasay City.  For the life of me, I could not remember why I was there at the first place and why I was feeling this nervous. Out of the blue, a familiar face, appeared from inside the lobby. It was Anne. That was real fucking surreal as Anne used to work for me at the Match factory. She was waving for me to come inside the shops and out of the cold.  My feet were like on auto-cruise as I approached Anne.  She gave me a short kiss on the lips and uttered…”you’re late”….

What the fuck am I late for?….. I asked Anne

Have you forgotten your date with MeAnn?  she fires back.

Huh? I was at a loss for words. Last time I checked, I was pretty much married with two children and now I have a date with this MeAnn girl.

I asked Anne about the details of my supposed “date” with this MeAnne who I obviously don’t know.

In one breath, Anne told me that I reserved two months ago for an on-line date with MeAnne and I was already paid. Wow! I exclaimed …I am into on-line dating now? Is Anne now an on-line pimp?

….and, as if on cue, a foxy hot-chick enters the lobby of the Duty Free!

Oh my Lord!! Oh my sweet Jesus!!I know this MeAnne character. She works in our Match Factory! She bangs only the hot guys!! Was that the reason that I had to make it like a business deal? What the fuck man??!!!

MeAnne waives to both Anne and I as she continues to walk toward us. The tits are bouncing and the hips are swaying.  Now I now why I am feeling nervous. Without a bit of warming, MeAnee takes a full kiss on my lips, parting them ever so softly, and allowing our tongues to touch.

MeAnne takes my hand, and wraps it around her waist. She asks …”are you ready?”

I don’t remember what my answer was. I just remember walking with her, my arms never letting go of her waist.

We must have walked a block or so when I heard a male voice shouting….”brother…stop..brother!!!!

Oh my God!!! I look around and I recognize both the voice and the face. It’s my good friend Aries!! I asked MeAnne what the hell Aries was shouting at us for. She told me she was supposed to date Aries but he couldn’t put up the payment so I got the slot with her today.Oh this is turning out to be a fucking nut day! 

Aries catches up with us and takes a snap-shot with his phone-camera. “What the fuck man? What the hell was that for?” …I asked.  

Aries quips back….”Well If I can’t have her, I might as well share her with the rest of the world in my Facebook Account….with YOU IN IT!!!!!   Oooppss. That really turned up the alarm bells for me.

“You better delete that bro”….i said in an angry tone… Aries darts off and runs opposite where MeAnne and I stood.

Again, for the life of me, I don’t fucking know why I had to kiss MeAnne on the cheeks and say…”I got to get that picture deleted, Honey”…..

Aries could sure run. I was chasing him for at least eight city blocks. We were jumping on cars ,boxes, and slipping on the street occasionally. His lungs must have finally given way as he dropped on all fours and was hungrily sucking on air. 

“Fuck You, Asshole!!!… that chick-freak in bed should be mine!!!! Aries shouts with all of his remaining strength.

I took a deep breath as I was also winded out and said…..“Bro…all you needed to say was “Please”.

I wake up and realize I better just head out for the park and jog. I slept for twelve hours straight last Friday night.  

Shooting Gallery

I just finished watching a post-apocalyptic film entitled “ZOMBIELAND”.  The apocalypse was triggered after a man ate a contaminated cheeseburger which in turn made him into a walking dead-person or a zombie.  Of course, the infection spread exponentially that in no time at all, there were more “walking-dead” people than the actual living people.  There were a lot of blood and guts spilling all over the place that it felt you were watching a giant shooting gallery where the zombies gets their heads blown off by different gun calibers.  When the heroes run out of bullets, they use everything that they can put their hands on and whack the heads of the zombies.  Talk about being up close and personal!   Nothing beats an old fashioned head-bashing!

Dito sa pabrika ng posporo, dahan-dahan na ring kumalat ang “birus ng kaingayan” dala ng isang kontaminadong zombading.  Oo, zombading ang tawag ko sa mga maingaya o magulo dito sa pabrika. Kahit anong baril ang iputok mo sa mga ulo ng mga taga-sunod ng reynang zombading, hindi sila maubos-ubos. Mayroon at mayroong makakagat at magpapatuloy ng kaingayan. Isa lang ang solusyon, tamaan ng dalawang beses sa ulo ang reynang-zombading(double-tap) para tumigil ang pag kalat ng birus.  Hay….wish ko lang na may Remington Shotgun ako para rak-en-roll  hanggang umaga!.

If you’re into “Ïndi” or “Independently” produced films, get your copy of “Ang Babae sa Septic Tank.” Definitely not your run of the mill film. It’s so refreshing because you would not see the “genetic finger print” of  HollyWood in this movie.  This movie is so innovative in theme and structure.  It tackles the complexity of  making an independent film. There is so much wit and undertones in the film that it leaves me in amazement as to how the writer and director must have painstakingly put their collaborative talents together.  Movie making with zero commercial value in mind is a financial death-sentence. But then again, I think the Filipino audience has just have had enough of the commercially produced films that they are now opening their minds to Independently produced movies.

Sinasalamin ng pag-gawa ng “indi movie” ang tunay na buhay.  Hindi laging masaya ang buhay. Mayron ding mga pag-subok, iba-iba lamang ang antas. Nasa desisyon na ni Juan Dela Cruz kung pipiliin niya na lumaban o mag paka lugmok sa hirap.  Ganito kami sa pabrika ng posporo. May mga epal na zombading. Hindi naman pede putukan ng Remington Shotgun. Kaya kami na ang gumagawa ng paraan para malibang ang aming mga sarili at hindi magpatalo sa lamang-lupa.      

Can’t wait for the next Zombie or Indi films to come out.  The life of a pirate is certainly hard, but life is just a matter of choices and I already made mine.