Thoughts In Binary

Jvee Casio, De La Salle Green Archers

I would just like to coin the phrase “Casio time!” – something still undiscovered in the land of sportscasting. Earlier today, the little devil was just spectacular. He single-handedly brought the Green Archers to tie the score in regulation for an extra 5 minutes. Unfortunately, La Salle lost in overtime. But man, can Casio score at will. He scored 15 points in the 4th quarter alone, basket after basket, virtually unstoppable. Now, now I’m not slowly becoming a basketball blog. Let’s leave that to my hardcore college classmates. But, Casio time!

Last night, my friend, Vince d’ Prince, sent me a text message that read “Binibini tyo.” I need not even reply to such messages, it’s as sure as day turns to night. I only need to show up. An hour after (and I’m still contemplating on what to wear), I received another message (a surprising one) this time from my friend, Baurtwell. “Pare, na-raid Binibini!” With which I replied, “Ano? Paano na mga alaga natin?” And I meant every word of that, with the sadness of an old mammal.

I have always wanted to write something about Binibini – my favorite “club.” For some reason, I always felt it would turn my blog into another (and my most feared, but inevitable) adult site. I know I have not yet introduced you (reader) to the place, let alone the lovable human being I morph into when I’m there, but my urge to write about this incident is strong.

For the unaware, find the nationwide-famous landmark Lydia’s Lechon along Roxas Boulevard and you’ll begin to understand Binibini. Let’s just leave it at that.

The place was raided last Tuesday. Yes, all clubs are prone to being raided, but I know Binibini has it’s own share of “informants.” Unfortunately, a minor secretly engaged in “gimmick.” Again, for the unaware, “gimmick” is doing it within the premises (VIP rooms; and now I know you are beginning to understand this post). Last night, the place was closed, no hint of life whatsoever, it was a sad, sad sight.

You must think I am a sad, sad man; most probably a dirty old one. Yes, I am a man, not quite old and not quite young, but I am every bit as dirty as you are. This place is different I tell you. A place where everybody knows my name (our names). A place (workers and customers) for real people, with real problems (therefore real happiness). Taboo is nothing.

Not me. Let me just make that clear. Although, I almost thought of the same thing – thought, not almost did. Little did I know my friend, Dingdong Dante, has been doing this “act” for a couple of months now.

The cast

Ang kawawa, The 1st kabit and The 2nd kabit. Ang kawawa is the first legal girlfriend. Her role, although short-lived, is the key to the success of the “act.” The 1st kabit is the first of the two girlfriends. In time she will be The 1st girlfriend. The 2nd kabit is the second of the two girlfriends. In time she will be The 2nd girlfriend.

The act

Like everyone, Dingdong Dante started out with just one girlfriend, Ang kawawa. It is true that it she whom he probably loved the most, and, in all fairness he only probably cheated on her near the end of their relationship. In fact, they broke up because he could not stand making a fool out of her. So he says.

Inevitably, he met someone else, The 1st kabit. They clicked like crazy. The relationship became too comfortable too soon that he felt the need to admit he already had someone. It didn’t matter because the infatuation was so crazy. They just can’t stand being away from each other.

At this point, you’re probably thinking “That’s it? He already has two girlfriends.” Yes he does, but only one is legally “legal.”

He then broke it off with Ang kawawa. The reason is not important. At this point, he only has one girlfriend.

He decides not to tell The 1st kabit that he already broke it off with Ang kawawa. Remember, The 1st kabit knows of Ang kawawa, and she (The 1st kabit) openly accepted her role as a kabit (mistress).

Like all playboys, Dingdong Dante inevitably meets another flirt buddy. Dingdong Dante is so good with the ladies that people consider it as his “talent.” He and his new lady clicked like crazy again. The infatuation is so severe, they became too comfortable too soon, that he ends up saying he already has someone (The 1st kabit). The 2nd kabit can’t stand to be without Dingdong Dante that she openly accepts her role as a “kabit” (mistress).

Remember, both “girlfriends” think they are mistresses. The 2nd kabit thinks she’s a mistress to a “girlfriend.” The 1st kabit also thinks she’s a mistress to the original “girlfriend.” The key here is that Dingdong Dante did not show any picture of Ang kawawa to The 1st kabit. At this point, he can now even show a picture of The 2nd kabit (although not a good idea) to The 1st kabit and tell her that’s how his “girlfriend” (in our minds, Ang kawawa) looks like, and vice-versa.

Let’s say during one of his dates with The 1st kabit, The 2nd kabit calls (now The 2nd girlfriend). Dingdong Dante can tell The 1st kabit that he needs to answer the call because it is his “girlfriend” calling. The 1st kabit will understand. And, vice-versa.

Worst case scenario. Let’s say they all end up in one common place. Dingdong Dante is with The 1st girlfriend then they see The 2nd girlfriend from afar. He can tell The 1st girlfriend that he saw his “girlfriend” and needs to hide or show himself up. He goes to The 2nd girlfriend. He does the same thing with her. Or, like I always say, “And, vice-versa.”

Part of working full time at home, you can’t help but get bored from seeing the same surroundings 24/7. I often go out of the house for the usual yosi break to further amuse myself. So, I end up noticing things not meant to be noticed; sometimes crossing territories and personal boundaries.

I have already blogged about my neighbor, thus making this post seem not so out of context. Before I bring you up to speed on the latest, weirdest, let’s take some time for a little storytelling.

Top 5

A couple of years ago, when I still had my beloved red Honda Civic, I went out of the house to smoke around midnight (my car is usually parked outside). I noticed some used napkins (women’s) on my car’s roof and hood, with splashes of a red liquid substance surrounding it. Out of panic, I called everyone out of the house to witness the lovely sight. It was not menstruation. It was just made to look like it.

Sometime last year we were all surprised to see a white Honda Accord parked on one of the spots still occupied by our house’s perimeter. What made it wrong was that two of it’s windows were fully opened and it did not move there for four straight days. It was our neighbor’s. Why he left it there given the circumstances, we never knew.

Around May, my mom had just arrived from her morning mass. She was approached by our weird neighbor (woman) and asked if she was this certain Mrs. Benedicto. She was so sure of it even if my mom told her she was not. She (neighbor) ended up saying things like “What’s our master plan?” and was almost inside our gates.

Back in 2005 an old man who looked like a war veteran slipped from a rotting piece of mango on the road just in front of me. I, the good Samaritan that I am, went over to help him stand. He asked if I was part of the Japanese army.

A couple of days ago I was approached by a woman who was just passing by our house on her way home. She could not understand English and asked me if I could interpret what was written on her doctor’s medical findings. She had an enlarged heart. I don’t even know what that means but it was depressing as hell.

Today

Just when I thought my street couldn’t get any weirder, I see this in front of our house. Like it was racing the crap out of itself before it met it’s final resting place.