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My mom and i spent the christmas  eve in dasmarinas cavite together with my brother's family. We cooked kare kare, xianghai rolls, broiled chix, spag, ordered lechon etcetera for our handa. we said the grace together, ate and chitchat. My mom shared with us my dad's and her love story.

Though ive heared it many times, i was still eager to listen. We sang our hearts desire and abused our videoke system... hehe  just a typical christmas of a typical filipino family. the same christmas as before. no other new drama than me celebrating my first hiv positive christmas. i reflected on the night of christmas, got sad then thanked God for making me strong enough to move on and continue living. the next morning. dec. 25, i noticed some rash on my arms, and my trunk... geez.... nevirapine is the culprit. soon after, they noticed the rash as well and ofcourse... i blamed the camaron rebosado and the tempura for the rash.. poor lil things... my mom insisted to bring me to la salle hospital... good thing im good in theatre so i  acted like im ok. though im worried about it. and the hell. its itchy....

Nevirapine was so successful in giving me his "severe rash drama" and i cant stop  scratching every nook and cranny of my body... (even my balls itch... haha)... but it isnt  as severe as that of the others. just consider mine as a mild drama. anyway... my face seems blushing!. so it boosts the "pacute factor". thats cool... my trunk and arms are hmmm pinkish/reddish as if i sun bathed under cancun's sunny sky (ambisyosa!!!) actually, i love going to beaches and get tanned but the prob is... my skin doesnt get tannish. just reddish/pinkish.

Moving on. this crappy rash didn't prevent me from attending the pozie power gathering last 12/26 at SM North Edsa. of course i am thrilled in meeting other poz fairies because i want to reach out, help and learn from them. i am a newbie and i know just a little (despite the medical school background.hihi)

the lil meet up was a blast. the peeps from the north decided to meet earlier to watch avatar(they wished to experience a'eywah) and since I have seen it my partner and D watched it with his chums already and both of us are from the south, we settled in meeting up around 530 in taft mrt. i am late as usual, D and I met and off we went to sm north. on our way to the mall, there had been some sort of "eksena" along the foot bridge. haha counterflow thingy... it was funny.. it is one of those "only in the philippines" experiences. after the eksena we reached the rendesvous. officially and finally, i met the infamous backinthecloset. of course J was there, 'twas our second time seeing each other and 2 other pozies. Mk and Pl. good thing theyre done with thier coffee since D and I were both hungry. we ended up eating in one of the spaghetti houses inside the mall

after eating to our hearts content. we walked for awhile to burn the carb and decided to have some shots. i promised my self that i wont drink anymore. but the hell. i havent drank for ages. i fought the temptation but i lost. i gave in... consolation... bottomless margarita. and the result... (headache and nausea the next day). we talked about life, our first time experiences, lovelife, sexlife from manuela to marcela drama, etcetera. we popped our pills one after the other, laughed and chit chat more and more. it was one hell of a night because... i felt that i belong. that i am not alone in this. that there are others out there. and all we got to do is to reach out. im pretty sure they are willing to give a helping hand. i am ready...and meeting other people who share the same condition with me boosts my morale and my hope. life still continues even after the diagnosis. life must continue.

We parted ways around past 2 in the morning. four of us took a cab towards the south while "back in the close or the so called blair" and Mk moved to another direction. we dropped off Pl somewhere in cubao. since the night was still young, D,J and I continued our lil soiree in malate. its late to barge in any bars and i hate doing that. so we decided to grab some super early breakfast. we ate at silya. and it was my first time. "like a virgin" crap... we walked along the streets of malate to give J a lil tour around the gayish lights of malate. we walked and walked, got tired.. then went home.

the next morning was full of head ache drama. due to margarita. (since it was just the third day after my metronidazole treatment, i guess my body hasnt cleared it up completely. so the disulfiram like effect was still kicking in.) after popping my 11am combivir, i changed my clothes and went directly to my partner's unit. i have his keys so i had to be there early. we slept the whole day... literally... we just slept...woke up to eat and slept again.

now, im all alone here in our house, doing nothing. bored, listening to tiesto and laidback luke and other gayish mixes. shaking my booty and feeling the thumpa thumpa... while eating cheetos twisted puffs.

thats all for now... just remember...

life goes on even if you are hiv positive. and we are here.. all you have to do is to reach out.

try it... it helps.