Wednesday, December 08, 2010

Coffee with The Jessica Zafra

**I won me my fourth LitWit Challenge, rock and roll, and the trophy book was a collection of Lydia Davis' Complete Works. What makes this grand, far more, was that Jessica Zafra herself awarded the prize book over coffee. Isn't that just darling? Sure, I was tied with this guy, Cacs, but his entry was just positively brilliant, so I didn't mind sharing the limelight with him.

**This post narrates just about most everything that happened on my second meet and greet with the Mistress of the Universe. Enjoy! Oh and before you read this post, be sure to have a handkerchief laced with strong ammonia with you. The last part almost made me faint.

Getting There
I woke up well rested to nine hours of sleep that day, and I felt so alive and so energized. I was fresher than a goddamn scandal. I had lunch with my funny gay friends, got the digicam, took a nice bath, and had my hair curled. I had an angry infestation of zits that day, and I need to look nice elsewhere. Because distraction is key.



I felt amazing on the way to our assigned rendezvous, The Cake Club in the Powerplant mall in Makati. It was about three in the afternoon then. The clouds were fertile with threats of rain, but I was walking on sunshine that day, and the fresh curls on my head bounced with each half skip half step I made towards The Cake Club. I was Tyra Banks with pogo-stick heels, and I was fierce with excitement.

The Cake Club, Finally
I was thirty minutes late when I got there, and I'm blaming the curls. And, to make things far more un-cute, I can't seem to find that infernal Cake Club. But then I heard my name, looked to my right, and she was looking at me with her fingers pointed towards my lost person. There she was, the smiling Mistress of the Universe, and my curls loosened up and went out of place. Her awesome presence blew away all that preparation to look darling. And I was just approaching our table then.



I went "Hi Madame!" in this distinctly homosexual inflection, and I felt at ease.


The Things We Talked About!
There were three of us in that table; we were joined by the brilliant Cacs. Yes, there were two winners, and they were both clever wits in their own rights. The gay jerk submitted a story, The Harlotte Champion is at Stake, where he bashed the Gym Bunnies and the Discrete Bisexuals. The straight guy was also a winner with his entry, The Remainders, and it was fantastical science fiction. Yes, Cacs happened to be straight, and I happened to be thrilled at the presence of a straight guy in these meet and greets. Who knew straight guys read and subscribed themselves to the schemes of the Mistress of the Universe? This weird world of nerds is interesting.



From Left to Right: Cacs, Freddie Aguilar, and the Mistress of the Universe. Those earrings are made of emptied Mighty Bond tubes, if you should know, because her site's big on rugby these days. Get it? Meanwhile, she had a bottle cap ring on her right hand and a colorful skull ring on the left.

Our conversation was salt and peppered by the participation of a foreign gender in the table. It went this way and that and was altogether interesting! We talked about a lot of most things that you can squeeze in two hours -- two meal a day rugby players, BENCH-sponsored rugby players, rugby players and their short shorts, well defined crotches and why they fetch 300-plus comments, beautiful men and women, making money with graphic novel apps, Ricky and Raymond Lee and how they're not brothers, the rules of rugby, that boring disappointment that is The Deathly Hallows Part One (boring and disappointment are totally my words), Inception, Cacs' The Remainders, John Lloyd Cruz as Kumander Dog Lock, Ely Buendia, Atom Araullo and those crow's feet, Roderick Paulate, The Catch and The Game, her National Bookstore sponsorship, endorsing the LitWit Challenges, the Romea and Juliet-ness of some gay jerk's love story, and the Mistress of the Universe's funny twisted way of dealing with a broken relationship --she wished he was dead!

I had a cafe au lait on this beautiful white mug, and it was a good thing mostly because I wasn't paying. The Mistress of the Universe is most generous.



It was an brief affair, as lovely and darling as it was, and it lasted no more than two hours. She signed our books, had a few pictures taken, and the day ended with that incredibly firm handshake. But the most unexpected thing happened after that. And this is where you'll be needing a handkerchief that's laced with strong ammonia


I Made Beso with Jessica Zafra!
We were walking towards our respective exits, and we were about to break the party. And I should say that It's a downright blessed thing that I have enough years of practice as far as this polite nicety goes. I came prepared, but I almost didn't know what to do when she raised her cheeks in that familiar gesture. I was pleasantly surprised and nearly fainted at the same time. Of course I obliged!

The beso felt like oily cheeks, mine, and it had this curiously humbling characteristic about it. It was darling, and it was beyond my wildest imaginings, but making beso with Jessica Zafra (I love that line so much, it should be lyrics to a song) was the second most unprecedented (never before seen or done) thing that happened to me that day. The first one was when I quoted Mark Twain, my favorite dead author, in an offline dialogue. This also happened to be the absolutely nerdiest thing I ever did, and I was mighty pleased I did because this validated my nerdness.

The Nerdiest Thing I Ever Did
"With a hundred words to do it with, the literary artisan could catch that airy thought and tie it down and reduce it to a concrete condition... understandable and all right, like a cabbage; but the artist does it with twenty, and the result is a flower."

That was the quote I paraphrased. And I did that to address a certain awkward moment. I was pleased, and I can now say, with fireworks and truth to the letter, that I am such a gay nerd. Now if you happen to find that funny, in a discriminating self righteous homophobic kind of way, then let me tell you something on a spiritual note: Fuckk Yow. And I don't care. Meanwhile, I wasn't verbatim on the Mark Twain quote, but it was still the queen of my nerd-things-I-ever-did mountain.

A Daisy of a Picture!
I was singing and dancing in my head when I went home that day. If sunshine had a smiling face, then I will be its homosexual picture at the back of that taxi cab. I was busy reviewing the pictures I took on that meet and greet when I remembered to read what she wrote on my prize Lydia Davis book. And so I did, and what I read was just too darling for words. By the same token, it will overwhelm a thesaurus, so let me post a picture instead.




And On a Final Note
Again With That Smile!

Candidate on the left is a gay jerk who is in another picture with one of his greatest literary influences. Candidate is suffering from a mild to severe case of star-struck-ism-ness (idle linguists should improve on that word, that "condition," and make an official dictionary entry of it). Condition is potentially damaging to subject's over-smiled mouth; the worst case scenario will require stitching. Simultaneously, gums are suspect to over-exposure and may require treatment unless photographer decides to finally take that picture already.

Further investigation into this condition indicates that subject doesn't mind the fuglifying (further uglifying) effects that star-struck-ism-ness causes. His happy hormones are reported to be at a record high under such attacks and, in effect, defeats the occasional fits of vanity that subject has admitted to sufferring.

16 comments:

  1. Anonymous6:44 PM

    Darling, what can I say other than that YOU, MOMEL, are one blessed homofuckensexual and you now have all the bragging rights to rightfully declare to the world that you are the Official JayZ of Gayville! Woot! And nevermind the heartbreak. Sure there are plenty to come... - 2Qt2BSTR8

    Funny that I got ockappr for my captcha. Sounds like cussing to me, but hell yeah, it sure sounds like the good kind of cuss to me too. xox

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  2. kahit nakita ko na sa FB ang mga pics eh nathrill pa din akong magbasa,hihihi

    at talaga namang kaloka sa pagiging late...sisihin ang curly buhok!!

    congrats Khie!! muahh

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  3. Haiiizt. If I don't meet J-Zaf in this lifetime, I'll won't be completely fulfilled as a human person, but it's OK because, reading your post, I feel like I already met her.

    I'm trying my luck on the latest Litwit, but I just can't find the right flavor for my story. So I'll wait for another easy challenge, something closer to reality.

    Congrats!!!

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  4. Congrats!
    Pussy Kamagong FTW!
    riot talaga

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  5. 2Qt2BSTR8,

    Ow ey sa JayZ of Gayville... wahaha, thanks for still dropping by, you darling thing. Right-on on the heartbreak; there will be plenty to come. Simultaneously, I'm not getting any younger, so I might as well do something about it, noh?

    Cuss away all you like when you here! I make sure to well-exercise that particular liberty.

    Cheers you!

    Powkie,

    Tamaa! Alam mong magka-facebook na tayo! Aysowlavet! Sa inyong mga darling punks na nasa blogroll ko eh ikaw at si Glenn ang nasa FB ko. Oi mga braders and sisters, add niyo ko sa FB, momel8@yahoo.com

    Okay gow!

    Mabuhay kayo, 2Qt and Powkie! Muahness from Pasig Citehh!

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  6. Glentot,

    I'm confident that you will get to one of those meet and greets soon. I've read your fiction, I'm a fan, and I will be expounding on that on a future post. One for all you darling punks on my roll!

    Thanks yow!

    Orally,

    Are you telling me you read the story? Wahaha, you're such a daisy, you darling punk you. That's a porn name, Pussy Kamagong, and that's the name of your first pet + the name of the street where you lived in as a child.

    Mabuhay kayo, Glenn and Orally! Muahness from Pasig Citehh!

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  7. Distraction is key. I always tell myself that. Haha.

    One reason why I didn't enjoy her Twisted books is because I am not a fan of Sports, of any kind. I skipped the parts where she talked about Tennis except when I read "man", "sweat", and "balls". Yes, the plural, balls.

    But ooooh, you talked about Atom Araullo? Does she know him personally? Jeaaaalous!

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  8. hmm.. this has got me interested at what this litwit challenge is all about.

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  9. Gosh! Mukhang mag-ate kayo sa last Pic! Dude, congrats!

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  10. "...porn name... the name of your first pet + the name of the street where you lived in as a child..."

    Mine is "Stag Calado"!

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  11. Vajarl,

    Yeah, I also do the same thing with her sports articles. But what I do is I read them last. Go balls! Ahaha, horny.

    I think she does, but I stopped asking about him when they mentioned crow's feet.

    Pak!

    Ex Jason,

    Oh and so you're back! Yeah, you should try to participate in those challenges; the critique's valuable. None of those generic, run of the mill "beautful, well-written" stupid ass motherfucking shit we get for pats on the back these days.

    Mabuhay Kayo, Vajarl and Jason! Muahness from Pasig Citehh!

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  12. Lyka,

    Ahaha, you think so? Lavet! Ay brad, FYI lang: Dudette watashi. Wahahaha!

    Andoy,

    Mine is "Stag Calado"!

    Yehess, parang kakanin something ha. Best served while hot. Uy, Andoy, Glenn ang pinalagay ko sa autographed book mo ha?

    Andami mo kasing names eh. Parang nota, andaming tawag. Wahaha!

    Mabuhay kayo, Lyka and Glenntot! Muahness from Pasig Citehhh!

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  13. Anonymous3:40 PM

    I might have broken some of my delicious baby back ribs doing cartwheels after I found:

    1. YOU on FB(sending my invite soon)
    2. WE were born on the same day.

    How is that???

    -2Qt2BSTR8

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  14. the winning shorts stories are awesome, congrats!

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  15. Anonymous12:48 PM

    Wtf?! LOL. I had to come back to rebut then save myself from humiliation, hahaha, apparently (and most often to my friends's disappointment) the concept of "cyberstalking" was not clear (at the height of excitement) until it dawned on me that I sounded like a cyberstalker. Ftw?! LOL. There. That should put everything back in proper perspectives. Of the FB invite, you'd have to allow me some time for a serious thought on the repercussions of yet another cause for embarassment, and other such stupefying ramification. :/

    - 2Qt@BSTR8

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  16. WAHAHA!

    2Qt2BSTR8,

    Relax.

    I'd love to have someone I can share a birthday with on my FB. Leo's rule. We should be on one same network. What shit repercussions and complications are you talking about? We rock. Send me that invite, and I'll send you my muahnesses from Pasig Citehh!

    Aleph,

    Forgive me if I should sound predatory, but Uy, fresh meat. You're telling me you read those short stories? Whoa, rakenrol ka brad! Pa kiss nga! Ahaha, uy, thanks for dropping by, you darling punk you.

    Cheers 2Qt2BSTR8 and Aleph! Mabuhay kayo! Muahness from Pasig Citehh!

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