Sa wakas natupad na rin ang pangarap ni Jason na magka-girlfriend na nasa FHM. Yes, you read right! FHM. As in the men’s magazine. As in the international men’s magazine. As in the top-ranked men’s magazine in this country.
Unfortunately for Jason and to the relief of my family, I’m not talking about gracing the cover clad only in dental floss and a well-placed arm. First, I don’t think I can handle the pressure of being on the cover of FHM’s controversial bikini-anniversary issue especially after the recent “racism” debacle; second, I’d have to give up eating for a year before I could be considered FHM-cover-worthy; and third, conservative ako noh! Hindi lang halata minsan!
One of FHM’s editorial assistants (the biggest movie buff I’ve ever met) asked me to help him write a humorous awards list for the magazine. As a proponent of local cinema, I said yes almost immediately! Had Anton told me in person (e-mail works fine, though), I would have expressed my glee via a shout and maybe a high kick. We handed out awards like Best Literal Use of Toilet Humor, Best Use of Gay Lingo, and et cetera. It’s not a huge thing. Some people write for FHM every month, some people write for Vanity Fair, and GQ, and Rolling Stone. But my ambitions come in levels: barangay, city, local, national, international, universal. Sa susunod, you’ll see my byline in Time, just wait for it. In my little tweetums world, I dreamt of this–but just for kicks. As someone who calls reproductive organs “thingies,” I never really imagined it would come true.
BUT IT HAS! IT HAS IT HAS IT HAS! Two late nights (what is cramming) and a more PC cover later, it’s finally here! 😀 😀 Thanks so much Jose Maria Antonio Deen Umali! This is an Oscar-speech rip-off but just to be considered is wild na! haha. Grab a copy of FHM’s March 2012 issue with Bela Padilla on the cover.
Sorry I haven’t been updating much. I just found out last week that my last post magically disappeared leaving only the title. I will try to write more. 😀