Next year it’s going to be the year of weddings in our family. My trip back to the
was said to be
a vacation but the whole family is actually organizing everything for my
sister’s wedding and a bulungan. For those who do not know what a bulungan
is, it’s a huddle of the groom-to-be’s family and the bride-to-be’s family
to settle arguments and disputes regarding the wedding ceremony (if there are
any), the expenses, and the polishing of traditions upheld by both families. Philippines
They’re actually fast-tracking this because our family’s remaining matriarch, my beloved grandmother, is still alive and her blessing and consent is badly needed.
We sound like we are some sort of a patrician Chinese-Filipino family. I’d like to think of it that way, but no. They just want everything to be smooth because the future husband and wife have no clear ideas. In my opinion, it’s bound to be stressful and will be full of bickering.
That’s why I decided not to join the bandwagon and go fuck myself somewhere else. On January I’m going to my cousin’s wedding in Ilocos, and it’s quite a dilemma for me- it’s a beach wedding. What am I supposed to wear? Barong-tagalog and a swimming suit? Bahala na!
Since two members of our family are getting married, people are asking why I am still single?
And there you go. I asked God for patience and to remind me the 6th Commandment, because otherwise, there will be merciless genocide.
And then there are those people of our church who believe that the Almighty never authored singlehood, thus it is the devil’s curse, and therefore should be exorcised. These are people who do not believe in the impossible because in God everything is possible, but they are always desperate to pair up people like me. Well, thank you for being concerned, here’s my middle finger and fuck yourself with it.
It’s really annoying whenever they say that they are just concerned. So they’ll put me up in some occasions so I can meet these girls. Beautiful and fabulous girls.
Then these church people would ask me, “What do you think of that girl?”. And I’d say “Fabulous!”. Now the word fabulous coming out of a guy’s mouth- that shouts cock-sucker. But they really don’t get it sometimes.
I can’t get married. Not here in
government is full of bigots. Not in the Italy where people
are more concerned with Binay’s farm, the honour of serial womanizers in the
Senate, than our dream of walking down the aisle in a white suit like a
virginal angel with an untouched asshole. Philippines
And besides for now, I need money. It’s always cheaper to indulge in the pleasures of my own palm than spend money on clothes and drinks and spend lots and lots of time working out and looking good just to get a random fuck for the night, hoping that it’s true love, only to realize it the following day that you won’t find love in bars and that it’s really absurd to prepare breakfast for some random asshole.