Another Year

I celebrated my birthday this month. I never really celebrated my birthday in the past. Last year though, I told myself to celebrate it with friends. Last year, I got all of them drunk and puking as early as 2AM. Last year was epic. This year, I kept it low profile, with close friends and a few officemates.

Haven’t seen my friends for months. Everyone seems to be busy with whatever – work, lovelife, work, lovelife. One friend was too busy with his galaxy tab, probably tweeting every 5 minutes. But I was glad that they still made it to the mini-soiree that I organized. But I felt that me and my friends were already drifting apart. Sad noh? The friendship is still there, but not as close as before. But I was still happy that they made it to my party.

After the little soiree, I asked them if they want to join us clubbing somewhere in Makati but half of them were sick, while half of them needs to go home. Fine. But it was all good.

I met up with my other friends at the club. My best friend pulled me away from the crowd and had a small chit-chat with me.

Bes: Happy birthday bes!

Me: Hey, thanks for coming. Thought you won’t make it… again.

Bes: Fuck-off. But I need to go home soon. Happy birthday bes. You're 31 na!

Me: Fuck-off. I'm just a year older than you are, you brat.

Bes: Hahahaha! Huy, you look good ha!

Me: Yeah, need to gain a few more pounds though.

Bes: Huy, promise me ha. Be safe.

Me: Safe?

Bes: Yes. Be safe. A few friends of ours passed away already. I think it’s because of late HIV diagnosis. Remember “X” a couple of years ago, and “Y” last year. And just recently, “Z.”

Me: Yeah I know. Don’t worry bes. I’ll be safe. You don’t have to worry much about me. We still have a few more years. You know what, everything seems to get old na… like clubbing (trying to change the topic).

Bes: Oh yeah. Look at the crowd bes. OML (Oh My Lord). Kids.

Me: I know right.

I haven’t told my best friend about my status. He doesn’t need to know any time soon. All he needs to know is that I’m doing well, I’m healthy, I’m not a partee boy anymore, and my future is looking good. I got side tracked a few years back, but I'm back in my red ruby slippers walking the yellow brick road to Oz.

After a few more minutes, bes bid his goodbyes. We hugged and then left the club. After an hour or so, me and hubby left the club and went home.

The reason why I haven’t told my friends about my HIV status is because I am not ready yet. It will take a few more years I guess. HIV is a horrible disease. HIV is my new normal. My current state of mind is somewhat okay with my new normal and it took me some time before I fully accepted it. Michael Johnson has been the poster boy of HIV/AIDS but let me tell you this – Michael Johnson is a millionaire and he has full access to whatever he needs – private chefs, better meds, a nutritionist, stressless work. I am no Michael Johnson. I’m a working class hero. So yeah, living with HIV is a little difficult. What more if you’re a class E citizen? It is hard. But what keeps me sane these days is work and my relationships with people.

Anyhoo, another year older, another year wiser. Everything is looking good – career, relationships, health. But there is something missing, something that I just can’t put my finger on, something like butterflies in my stomach. Or maybe it’s just acid reflux.


My boss told me to work on my US Visa. Will be travelling to the Americas (schushal, the Americas talaga) sometime November. Will be there for about a month. It's not my first time to go to the Americas (again, the Americas, schushal). Been to Arizona and San Diego a few years back for work as well. But this is the first time that I'll be travelling as a pozzie.

Been reading HIV forums about bringing ARV medication. My main concern is if I will check-in or just carry my ARV meds. According to my research, you should never check-in your ARVs. First, the flight will take me around 14hours, which means that I may have to skip my ARV. Second, my luggage might be lost. So yeah, I'll carry my medication.

As advised by people, one should carry an official certificate (not just a handwritten reseta ni Doc) from the clinic. And just bring the right amount of pills + extra just in case. So there.

I am kinda (kinda talaga?) excited for my trip. Iniisip ko na yung clothes that I have to bring. Shet. And I'm sure, and this never fails, my relatives will ask me to buy them Victoria Secret lotion from the US? Kaloka!!!! Tama na ang Johnson's and Johnson's! Saka, meron naman VS lotion sa Pinas.

Crossing my fingers that my Visa gets approved first. Hopefully this time, Multiple entry na. Shet. Multiply entry = Powerbottomesa. BWAHAHAHA! Ew, haven't tried multiple entry. And wala akong pangarap na i-multiple entry ako. Kaloka. Di ako baggage counter.

Anuna teh?

Susme. May isang hitad, 3 weeks ago ko na inemail, requesting her if she can check something something for me. After 3 days, she emailed me back, with a very very long run-on sentence, na ang gist lang naman ng sentence is that she'll check.

So I emailed her last week, asking for an update.

Then I emailed her again.

And again.

Then her team mate replied to my email, asking her to reply.

Susme... teh... I KNOW THAT YOU ARE NOT THAT BUSY. Pareho lang tayo ng work.

In the workplace, dapat within 24 hours makareply ka na sa mga emails sa'yo. Worst case na yung 48 hours. If wala kang definite answer(s) dun sa mga tanong sa email sa'yo, you will reply na you will follow-up tapos may timeline ka. Eh teh, anong petsa na. Kailangan ko na ng sagot kasi kailangan ko na sya sa lunes.

Tapos ngayon ngayon lang, nag message ako sa office chat namin. Asking her for an update. Ang status nya, BUSY. Okay fine. Tapos after my message, biglang nag BE RIGHT BACK. Teh, halatang tinataguan mo ko. Letse ka. Sa office chat kasi, malalaman mo if inactive sa chat if slowly nag-change yung color from Red, to Red/Yellow, then Yellow. Eh si ate, from Red... to Yellow agad. Beyotch.

You are soooo..... haaaaaay. Leche ka!