Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
He Had Me
Don't bring up the topic of relationship when you're very horny.
"Oh, fuck. Do you have a boyfriend?" We were in the heat of the moment, when he asked that. I just told him I was single. "I should've met you earlier in my life," he added.
Don't praise him too much just because he looks gorgeous in the dark.
"You're so gorgeous. I love your skin - so smooth and fair. I like your face - good-looking." I just said he should see me in the lounge area where there's bright enough light to scrutinize my apearance.
Don't make promises or offers when you're high with sex.
"I really like you. You wanna have dinner with me later and catch a midnight show (movie)? My treat." I said nothing. But it got me expecting.
Don't easily fall for a guy, when he says he's starting to fall for you.
"Everytime you touch me, you make me hard. I think I'm gonna fall for you." Sure enough, I took the bait.
Do believe that most of the time, what happens in the room, stays in the room.
"Let's take a shower, and meet at the smoking area." I thought he was a nice catch. 5'11, stocky-muscular, really cute, conversational, passionate in sex, and well-endowed.
Everything changed when we were at the smoking area. He lit up a cigar and opened the conversation with how he likes that Japanese national with a ripped body and excellent built.
"He looks like a good top. Chase him." I told this guy that my initial intention was to hit it off with a couple of guys in the baths for the night. He wanted just me. But I retracted by saying I could change my mind for him.
"I'm really tired now. I'm going home in a few minutes, before my friends catch me here. I left my phone at home and they thought I wasn't going out. They will be leaving messages blah blah blah". First red flag.
"I saw more good tops around; you should go after them while the night's still young." I got his message. I just said, "Yeah, I should be going. Nice to meet you." I left the place, because he made my night anyway.
I wanted to tell him how disappointed I was. But I might as well keep it to myself, rather than look silly confronting him. As of the time of this writing, I'm still left wondering what had gone wrong, how he became different after the sex. What happened to all the things he said back in that room?
I had my gameplan when I entered the baths. But when I met a seemingly nice guy and changed the rules to follow his rules, it was a risky game. Maybe because I started to like him, and that I thought there was a possibility that things could go further.
Another lesson learned.
"Oh, fuck. Do you have a boyfriend?" We were in the heat of the moment, when he asked that. I just told him I was single. "I should've met you earlier in my life," he added.
Don't praise him too much just because he looks gorgeous in the dark.
"You're so gorgeous. I love your skin - so smooth and fair. I like your face - good-looking." I just said he should see me in the lounge area where there's bright enough light to scrutinize my apearance.
Don't make promises or offers when you're high with sex.
"I really like you. You wanna have dinner with me later and catch a midnight show (movie)? My treat." I said nothing. But it got me expecting.
Don't easily fall for a guy, when he says he's starting to fall for you.
"Everytime you touch me, you make me hard. I think I'm gonna fall for you." Sure enough, I took the bait.
Do believe that most of the time, what happens in the room, stays in the room.
"Let's take a shower, and meet at the smoking area." I thought he was a nice catch. 5'11, stocky-muscular, really cute, conversational, passionate in sex, and well-endowed.
Everything changed when we were at the smoking area. He lit up a cigar and opened the conversation with how he likes that Japanese national with a ripped body and excellent built.
"He looks like a good top. Chase him." I told this guy that my initial intention was to hit it off with a couple of guys in the baths for the night. He wanted just me. But I retracted by saying I could change my mind for him.
"I'm really tired now. I'm going home in a few minutes, before my friends catch me here. I left my phone at home and they thought I wasn't going out. They will be leaving messages blah blah blah". First red flag.
"I saw more good tops around; you should go after them while the night's still young." I got his message. I just said, "Yeah, I should be going. Nice to meet you." I left the place, because he made my night anyway.
I wanted to tell him how disappointed I was. But I might as well keep it to myself, rather than look silly confronting him. As of the time of this writing, I'm still left wondering what had gone wrong, how he became different after the sex. What happened to all the things he said back in that room?
I had my gameplan when I entered the baths. But when I met a seemingly nice guy and changed the rules to follow his rules, it was a risky game. Maybe because I started to like him, and that I thought there was a possibility that things could go further.
Another lesson learned.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Ano'ng dinadrama-rama mo jan???
Ex added me in his YM list today.
Me: Kung in-add mo ko para sumbatan ako o awayin ako, please stop na.
Me: Hirap na ko sa huling away natin.
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Ex: Di. I added you as technical consultant. (aka F1 help)
Me: Ah, ok.
*Toink*
Me: Cge, kung kailangan mo ng tulong sa technical na aspect, ok lang.
Ex: Busy ako ngayon.
Me: I see. Bye for now.
Me: Kung in-add mo ko para sumbatan ako o awayin ako, please stop na.
Me: Hirap na ko sa huling away natin.
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Ex: Di. I added you as technical consultant. (aka F1 help)
Me: Ah, ok.
*Toink*
Me: Cge, kung kailangan mo ng tulong sa technical na aspect, ok lang.
Ex: Busy ako ngayon.
Me: I see. Bye for now.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Negachieve Na Negachieve
Thought it was a negative.
I felt strange when entering the baths. Usually, the mood is neutral. I've had enough of the "I gotta feeling that tonight's gonna be a good night" vibe - the outcome is always, always discouraging in the end. That time was different - felt like I should've caught Shrek 4 to get my money's worth instead.
An uncle (Singaporean slang for an old man) came out of the shower area, offending my sight. Got to my locker and beside me was another elder. There goes my night, I thought.
Saturday underwear nights are usually crowded with studs and hunks, that hooking up is almost impossible - because the patrons are very picky. That night was bizarro: felt like I was in a parallel universe where the situation was totally opposite. Just the same, I took a shower and put on my underwear, one that I really saved for that kind of evening, just in case.
Ms Hospitality was my title on that night. Apparently, I met two Thais (having their holiday together) and a Korean businessman. I was more accommodating to the latter - Joung. He wasn't articulate in English but you could tell he has a nice personality. He was struggling to get his words out, but I could sense his sincere intention to make a connection. He was also a bit disappointed with the kind of guys who went there, so he asked me if there is another bathhouse (BH) where youngsters hang out. When he said youngsters, he meant those in their mid-20's. I told him to go to clubs, as these youths are into dancing and partying all night. Joung just wanted a quiet scene. So, I volunteered to accompany him to another BH where the gorgeous ones are. Going to the place was extra tricky, considering the location was in Chinatown and the sign is not visible from the street. But I told him that once we got there, he's on his own and I had to go back.
When I got back, I saw these Thais who looked like they haven't found the guy who'd send them back to their hotel. I approached them and made some small talk. Interestingly, these guys barely know English, but couldn't care less, coz the only language explicable in that place was body language. I've seen mute and deaf gay guys with great bodies and they get what they want without uttering a word (please don't get me wrong, I have nothing against them). All I know is, if someone likes you, they'll chase you, corner you, and tug you to a room. If they don't like you, they'll at least avoid you. The worse thing that happened to me was push me away.
After an exchange of few words, the Thai guys and I hit it off. After the deed, I asked them if they enjoyed (just being courteous). I wanted to say, "thank you and come again!" as they walked out of the room. They'd flip out for sure.
The night wasn't bad despite the initial hunch.
I felt strange when entering the baths. Usually, the mood is neutral. I've had enough of the "I gotta feeling that tonight's gonna be a good night" vibe - the outcome is always, always discouraging in the end. That time was different - felt like I should've caught Shrek 4 to get my money's worth instead.
An uncle (Singaporean slang for an old man) came out of the shower area, offending my sight. Got to my locker and beside me was another elder. There goes my night, I thought.
Saturday underwear nights are usually crowded with studs and hunks, that hooking up is almost impossible - because the patrons are very picky. That night was bizarro: felt like I was in a parallel universe where the situation was totally opposite. Just the same, I took a shower and put on my underwear, one that I really saved for that kind of evening, just in case.
Ms Hospitality was my title on that night. Apparently, I met two Thais (having their holiday together) and a Korean businessman. I was more accommodating to the latter - Joung. He wasn't articulate in English but you could tell he has a nice personality. He was struggling to get his words out, but I could sense his sincere intention to make a connection. He was also a bit disappointed with the kind of guys who went there, so he asked me if there is another bathhouse (BH) where youngsters hang out. When he said youngsters, he meant those in their mid-20's. I told him to go to clubs, as these youths are into dancing and partying all night. Joung just wanted a quiet scene. So, I volunteered to accompany him to another BH where the gorgeous ones are. Going to the place was extra tricky, considering the location was in Chinatown and the sign is not visible from the street. But I told him that once we got there, he's on his own and I had to go back.
When I got back, I saw these Thais who looked like they haven't found the guy who'd send them back to their hotel. I approached them and made some small talk. Interestingly, these guys barely know English, but couldn't care less, coz the only language explicable in that place was body language. I've seen mute and deaf gay guys with great bodies and they get what they want without uttering a word (please don't get me wrong, I have nothing against them). All I know is, if someone likes you, they'll chase you, corner you, and tug you to a room. If they don't like you, they'll at least avoid you. The worse thing that happened to me was push me away.
After an exchange of few words, the Thai guys and I hit it off. After the deed, I asked them if they enjoyed (just being courteous). I wanted to say, "thank you and come again!" as they walked out of the room. They'd flip out for sure.
The night wasn't bad despite the initial hunch.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Domestic Violence
Part 1 here.
"Mahal, please wag naman break-up. Please..."
He was shaking. It was the nth time I hurled him a threat. I was always like this during the latter part of the relationship: a person whose only scapegoat to an argument was to end things. That was my defense mechanism on a losing end - for I knew it was the only way. But that time was different. I wanted to leave him because I got tired of everything. And my conscience couldn't handle the guilt from my mistakes and misdemeanors.
I can only remember slapping him in the face, push him literally to the wall, and then punched him in the chest. I had to resort to violence to drive him away. I thought that wounding him would make him decide to leave me. I had no other idea in my pea-sized mind what to do just so he'd walk away.
That was four years ago.
He got employed in a prestigious global company after that breakup. As a trainee, he was sent to the US for six months. It was this time that he was able to save for himself. He had a bright career and a promising future in that enterprise. I, on the other hand, continued as a consultant, until I got word from an agent in Singapore. I got hired to the same position, and left the country in two weeks.
It was during those times when I was short of funds, and the only one I could think of approaching was him. I had to muster the guts to ask him. He was very kind to accommodate my request. A few hundred dollars and a word of honor were my chips in the gamble as an OFW.
In two months, we got back together. Again. We communicated regularly, if not constantly, over SMS, chat, and email. I made it a point to visit Manila from time to time, and so did he to Singapore. My family knows him, only as a friend. His lola got endeared to me.
What went wrong were mostly by me. I guess I wasn’t ready to commit myself to a long-distance relationship. And it manifested in my actions. As much as I was telling him “I love you”, my actions contradicted my words. I lied to him about my night outs, only to be confessing to him the truth in the end. My so-called “love” for him didn’t overpower the hunger for sex that was driving me crazy. Promiscuity was one of the main reasons why he got insecure.
He gave me several chances to work things out. I wanted to let him go to make no further damage. But the more we held on to it, the more it hurt him. Because I kept doing what offends him – looking for sex elsewhere. Even if he practiced chastity at his end, I couldn’t help but find my outlet on mine. Even if he already begged several times not to have sex, he’d be disappointed and upset about my disobedience.
When he reached his second year with the prestigious company, I invited him to Singapore to explore possibilities. We had the best time of our lives. But it was also one of the worst.
It was that time that he learned about everything: from the baths, to the g4m contacts, to the ones that I consider friends in the gym, etc. He even got to read a message from an unknown number which asked how I am, or whether I was free to have fun. What stabbed him more was the thought that he was unable to help in his familial obligations (he's the kuya who brings home the bacon).
After several weeks of trying, he went back to Manila. A failed promise was more overwhelming and devastating than parting. He didn't cry because we had to be separated again; he cried because I failed him. I promised him that he could get a job, and convinced him to resign his permanent post. When he got here, he said I hardly helped him build as much connections and referrals so he could secure a living.
In my heart of hearts, I know I was to blame. I had my fault in it as well. But I had to accept that it happened and had to charge to experience. It wasn't easy seeing him go, hearing his blame, feeling his disappointment - or rather regret - that he ever heeded my advice. If it's wrong to lead an innocent person to a sinful living, it's even more torture to bring someone to a miserable state, more so if it wasn't intentional.
I think it was around three months (or up to six) that I was there to help him regain his confidence and self-esteem. It took him around a month to get a new job. It was a matter of time. I had to be supportive without being careless. I had to be caring but realistic. I had to be understanding but at the same time rational. Even if he hurls back that blame, which he didn't, I mustn't provoke those feelings that bring back the hell days of his life with me. And when I did, it just tames me like a whip to a wild tiger.
Later on, I had pull the plug.
"Mahal, please wag naman break-up. Please..."
He was shaking. It was the nth time I hurled him a threat. I was always like this during the latter part of the relationship: a person whose only scapegoat to an argument was to end things. That was my defense mechanism on a losing end - for I knew it was the only way. But that time was different. I wanted to leave him because I got tired of everything. And my conscience couldn't handle the guilt from my mistakes and misdemeanors.
I can only remember slapping him in the face, push him literally to the wall, and then punched him in the chest. I had to resort to violence to drive him away. I thought that wounding him would make him decide to leave me. I had no other idea in my pea-sized mind what to do just so he'd walk away.
That was four years ago.
He got employed in a prestigious global company after that breakup. As a trainee, he was sent to the US for six months. It was this time that he was able to save for himself. He had a bright career and a promising future in that enterprise. I, on the other hand, continued as a consultant, until I got word from an agent in Singapore. I got hired to the same position, and left the country in two weeks.
It was during those times when I was short of funds, and the only one I could think of approaching was him. I had to muster the guts to ask him. He was very kind to accommodate my request. A few hundred dollars and a word of honor were my chips in the gamble as an OFW.
In two months, we got back together. Again. We communicated regularly, if not constantly, over SMS, chat, and email. I made it a point to visit Manila from time to time, and so did he to Singapore. My family knows him, only as a friend. His lola got endeared to me.
What went wrong were mostly by me. I guess I wasn’t ready to commit myself to a long-distance relationship. And it manifested in my actions. As much as I was telling him “I love you”, my actions contradicted my words. I lied to him about my night outs, only to be confessing to him the truth in the end. My so-called “love” for him didn’t overpower the hunger for sex that was driving me crazy. Promiscuity was one of the main reasons why he got insecure.
He gave me several chances to work things out. I wanted to let him go to make no further damage. But the more we held on to it, the more it hurt him. Because I kept doing what offends him – looking for sex elsewhere. Even if he practiced chastity at his end, I couldn’t help but find my outlet on mine. Even if he already begged several times not to have sex, he’d be disappointed and upset about my disobedience.
When he reached his second year with the prestigious company, I invited him to Singapore to explore possibilities. We had the best time of our lives. But it was also one of the worst.
It was that time that he learned about everything: from the baths, to the g4m contacts, to the ones that I consider friends in the gym, etc. He even got to read a message from an unknown number which asked how I am, or whether I was free to have fun. What stabbed him more was the thought that he was unable to help in his familial obligations (he's the kuya who brings home the bacon).
After several weeks of trying, he went back to Manila. A failed promise was more overwhelming and devastating than parting. He didn't cry because we had to be separated again; he cried because I failed him. I promised him that he could get a job, and convinced him to resign his permanent post. When he got here, he said I hardly helped him build as much connections and referrals so he could secure a living.
In my heart of hearts, I know I was to blame. I had my fault in it as well. But I had to accept that it happened and had to charge to experience. It wasn't easy seeing him go, hearing his blame, feeling his disappointment - or rather regret - that he ever heeded my advice. If it's wrong to lead an innocent person to a sinful living, it's even more torture to bring someone to a miserable state, more so if it wasn't intentional.
I think it was around three months (or up to six) that I was there to help him regain his confidence and self-esteem. It took him around a month to get a new job. It was a matter of time. I had to be supportive without being careless. I had to be caring but realistic. I had to be understanding but at the same time rational. Even if he hurls back that blame, which he didn't, I mustn't provoke those feelings that bring back the hell days of his life with me. And when I did, it just tames me like a whip to a wild tiger.
Later on, I had pull the plug.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
FrighTunes
House music. Handbag music. Trance. Remixes. Minsan radyo. Kung mamalasin, chinese music pag jologs yung bathhouse.
May background music ang batis para, erm, di marinig ng mga parokyano ang ingay sa mga kwarto. Kung minsan, may mga bathhouses na walang pinatutugtog sa background, silence of the lambs lang. Kakatawa lang yung ibang parokyano, kasi pag wlaang music, gumagawa sila ng sarili nilang playlist sa utak, at sa sobrang kasiyahan eh sasayaw na lang nang walang dahilan. Just walk away, Rene ako sa mga ganun.
Saka para di ma-bore yung mga choosy moms sa kaka-ronda sa madidilim na corridors, kaya may music. Imagine-in mo, kung walang music, nakatuwalya na, naka-ipod pa. Chos.
Anyway, nakakalokah lang yung isang time na may ka-chorvahan ako sa kwarto. Katatapos lang naming mag-dyug-dyugan eh may narinig na kaming evil laftir sa background. Kala ko, se-segue sa Thriller. Naman, tatlong minuto ang tinagal ng evil laftir. Extended play? Pinoy Thriller? Hindi. Sinundan pa ito ng mga tunog ala-Gabi ng Lagim. As in. Yung pinatutugtog sa house of horror sa mga napapanahong peryahan. Ganesh.
Naisip ba ng pamunuan o mga tauhan ng batis na yun na conducive to sex yung magpatugtog ng mga tunog ng halimaw, zombie, lamang-lupa, warewolf, she-wolf, at rachel ann wolfe?
Amph, kinilabutan talaga akez sabay yakap sa chorva. Pitch black dark na nga yung lugar, dadagdagan pa nila ng nakaka-shokot na soundtrack. Ning, nagtagal yun ng five minutes, hanggang sa naparanoid ako. Pagka-fade out ng tunog ng mga kampon ni Satanas, bumalik ang house music.
Maagang handog pang-halloween naman yun, teh. Napa-trick or treat tuloy ako. I learned a new trick while I was having a treat. Chos!
Di ko na sinugod yung tanggapan ng bathhouse na yun. Hinayaan ko na lang. Pag naulit yun sa susunod kong bisita iglesia, tatalakan ko na sila.
May background music ang batis para, erm, di marinig ng mga parokyano ang ingay sa mga kwarto. Kung minsan, may mga bathhouses na walang pinatutugtog sa background, silence of the lambs lang. Kakatawa lang yung ibang parokyano, kasi pag wlaang music, gumagawa sila ng sarili nilang playlist sa utak, at sa sobrang kasiyahan eh sasayaw na lang nang walang dahilan. Just walk away, Rene ako sa mga ganun.
Saka para di ma-bore yung mga choosy moms sa kaka-ronda sa madidilim na corridors, kaya may music. Imagine-in mo, kung walang music, nakatuwalya na, naka-ipod pa. Chos.
Anyway, nakakalokah lang yung isang time na may ka-chorvahan ako sa kwarto. Katatapos lang naming mag-dyug-dyugan eh may narinig na kaming evil laftir sa background. Kala ko, se-segue sa Thriller. Naman, tatlong minuto ang tinagal ng evil laftir. Extended play? Pinoy Thriller? Hindi. Sinundan pa ito ng mga tunog ala-Gabi ng Lagim. As in. Yung pinatutugtog sa house of horror sa mga napapanahong peryahan. Ganesh.
Naisip ba ng pamunuan o mga tauhan ng batis na yun na conducive to sex yung magpatugtog ng mga tunog ng halimaw, zombie, lamang-lupa, warewolf, she-wolf, at rachel ann wolfe?
Amph, kinilabutan talaga akez sabay yakap sa chorva. Pitch black dark na nga yung lugar, dadagdagan pa nila ng nakaka-shokot na soundtrack. Ning, nagtagal yun ng five minutes, hanggang sa naparanoid ako. Pagka-fade out ng tunog ng mga kampon ni Satanas, bumalik ang house music.
Maagang handog pang-halloween naman yun, teh. Napa-trick or treat tuloy ako. I learned a new trick while I was having a treat. Chos!
Di ko na sinugod yung tanggapan ng bathhouse na yun. Hinayaan ko na lang. Pag naulit yun sa susunod kong bisita iglesia, tatalakan ko na sila.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Sharing Lang
A Caucasian cabin crew was attending to the passengers of a flight. There was an Indian couple in the plane, and everytime the woman asks for something, she'd whisper to her husband. The husband would make the request on her behalf.
When the staff attended to them, the Indian woman whispered to her husband she wanted red wine. The husband then asked the staff for a glass of red wine.
After several moments, the couple buzzed again. The same attendant was at their service. The woman leaned to her husband and asked for something. The man obliged and told the attendant that his wife needed a blanket.
The flight crew couldn't help but wonder what was wrong. So she approached the couple's seat, went down on one knee, and spoke close to the Indian woman.
"Ma'am, we'd like to make your experience with us more comfortable and worthwhile. If there's something wrong with the service, we'd like to hear from you. I noticed you were not talking to me directly. If I have offended you in some way, I'd like to apologies. But I'd like to know the reason for such treatment."
The Indian woman turned to her husband and whispered to his ear. Tha man said, "Actually, we're perfectly fine, but my wife said she can't speak to servants like you."
The attendant stood up and said, "Sir, if it's not in my job, I wouldn't talk to Indians at all."
Sisante si puke, pero may point naman, d b?
When the staff attended to them, the Indian woman whispered to her husband she wanted red wine. The husband then asked the staff for a glass of red wine.
After several moments, the couple buzzed again. The same attendant was at their service. The woman leaned to her husband and asked for something. The man obliged and told the attendant that his wife needed a blanket.
The flight crew couldn't help but wonder what was wrong. So she approached the couple's seat, went down on one knee, and spoke close to the Indian woman.
"Ma'am, we'd like to make your experience with us more comfortable and worthwhile. If there's something wrong with the service, we'd like to hear from you. I noticed you were not talking to me directly. If I have offended you in some way, I'd like to apologies. But I'd like to know the reason for such treatment."
The Indian woman turned to her husband and whispered to his ear. Tha man said, "Actually, we're perfectly fine, but my wife said she can't speak to servants like you."
The attendant stood up and said, "Sir, if it's not in my job, I wouldn't talk to Indians at all."
Sisante si puke, pero may point naman, d b?
May Sinasabi Ka?
Tarayan din lang naman ang nasa atmosphere ng blogosphere, eto ang hirit ng isang kaibigan sa isang taga-land of lah:
In a bar, my friend with a group of PLU's ala United Colors of Benetton
Land of Leh: "Filipinos? They come here to steal our jobs."
Land of Leh: "These Filipinos are maids and whores."
Land of Leh: "Some of them are very loud and boisterous."
Friend of Mine: "Do you have a job right now?"
LL: "No."
FM: "Do you have maids in your house?"
LL: "Yeah. They're Indonesians and Vietnamese."
FM: "Do you have a girlfriend right now?"
LL: "No. I pay Indonesian, Cambodian, or Thai hookers."
FM: "Hmmm"
FM: "Probably the reason why you don't have a job right now is that some Filipino was more competent to do your job."
FM: "And probably why you don't have Filipino maids is because Filipinos are one of the highest paid domestic help here."
FM: "And probably why you don't pay Filipino hookers is because they're one of the most expensive workers."
LL: (With the look of surprise and confusion) "You don't happen to be Filipino, are you?"
FM: "I am Filipino." (sabay walk out).
Palakpakan ang mga bakla sa club.
In a bar, my friend with a group of PLU's ala United Colors of Benetton
Land of Leh: "Filipinos? They come here to steal our jobs."
Land of Leh: "These Filipinos are maids and whores."
Land of Leh: "Some of them are very loud and boisterous."
Friend of Mine: "Do you have a job right now?"
LL: "No."
FM: "Do you have maids in your house?"
LL: "Yeah. They're Indonesians and Vietnamese."
FM: "Do you have a girlfriend right now?"
LL: "No. I pay Indonesian, Cambodian, or Thai hookers."
FM: "Hmmm"
FM: "Probably the reason why you don't have a job right now is that some Filipino was more competent to do your job."
FM: "And probably why you don't have Filipino maids is because Filipinos are one of the highest paid domestic help here."
FM: "And probably why you don't pay Filipino hookers is because they're one of the most expensive workers."
LL: (With the look of surprise and confusion) "You don't happen to be Filipino, are you?"
FM: "I am Filipino." (sabay walk out).
Palakpakan ang mga bakla sa club.
Send Me A Lover... Please?
I wasn't searching
To end this hurting
But out of nowhere
You made me feel
I cried about it
I lied about it
And tried to doubt
This could be real
You've touched me far too deep for this to be denied
Only my fear stands in our way
Oh, oh, oh
Send me a lover
Someone to believe in
Please send me someone I can hold
Baby now
Send me a lover
A new beginning
Someone to take away the cold
And give me back
What I've been missing
All the love that waits inside your heart
It still astounds me
The way you found me
It's almost too good to be true
From our first meeting
I had the feeling
The rest of my life I'd spend with you
I just can't turn my back on what I know is true
I'm into you in every way
Oh, oh, oh
Send me a lover
Someone to believe in
Please send me someone I can hold
Oh, baby now
Send me a lover
A new beginning
Someone to take away the cold
And give me back
What I've been missing
All the love that waits inside your heart
I thought that love was only a word
That I would never feel
All the passion that I hold inside
Was just a dream
Out of your heart you spoke to me
All that I'd imagined
And I've fallen
So in love with you
Oh, oh, oh
Send me a lover
Someone to believe in
Please send me someone I can hold
Oh, baby now
Send me a lover
A new beginning
Someone to take away the cold
And give me back
What I've been missing
All the love that waits inside your heart
All the love that waits inside your heart
Ang Dumi... Bow Ulit
In fairness, my fair ladies, bihira ang gabing umaalembong at umaariba ako sa chiongsoy (sex daw, spelling to be confirmed). Saka, may-I-disclaimer lang na yung mga cute na nasusulat sa makasalanang blog na ito ay mga personally acceptable na cute, meaning subject to government rules and regulations. Cute sa akin, at baka posibleng di cute sa inyo. Yung tipong cute na gusto kong ikama. Ganun.
Ripley's believe it or not, there are times na back-to-back-to-back kami nina ZeRowena at Zoraya aka Fire. Tanda nyo pa sila? Eto sila:
Ok, yung isa eh si Ana pala. Fine, thank you.
Saka, ang makarami ay di nangangahulugang wagi. The more casual sex with random guys, the better chances of getting STI. Hindi ito libreng computer education, mind you. So, nag-iingat din ako.
Nagkataon lang na mabait ang universe. Alam nyang marami akong pinagdaanan, kaya kung minalas ako sa isang bagay, swertehin naman daw sa iba. Pinalad nga akong maka-maryang-palad este makadaupang-palad and more ang mga boys. Sana sa lotto na lang ako bumawi, di ba? Promise, I won't use my yaman on hombres. Charot.
Aussie-asian ang third encounter. Promising ang frame, at panalo ang fess. Baby fats, baby face. Sarap pisilin yun, dah bah? Nagkatinginan lang kami. Ganda ko eh!! Ching. Pagpasok namin sa room, ayaw pakissmax. So, Romancing the stone na lang ang ginawa ko. Nag-cum oh ye faithful na daw sya, pero game pa sa isang round. Gusto nya ko i-pene kaso malambot pa sa fettuccine ang kanyang ano. Suck ko daw at maging patient. Puttanesca naman, kung di lang may dating, nilaglag ko na yung pagkakataon eh. Aarte ba ko sa pag-devour (devour talaga???) ng 24 anyos na sariwang karne?
Laban kung laban! Ilabas ang sandata! Ilabas ang mga kamay ni Hilda. Patayin sa sarap ang binata. At pumutok ang mga kanyon nang sumuko ang Bataan.
Shooter ang batang ito. Aba'y pagsindirit ng mainit nyang likido, libreng facial. First shot, to the left, to the left cheek. Second shot, right round, right round. You spin my head right round. Echos! Collagen face pack itu. Haha. Exaj lang. Nadungisan lang naman ako sa pisngi ng slight. Wehhh!
Hindi pa ko nakuntento sa tatlo, eh nagdagdag pa ko ng apat.
One, two... ready? Sing: "Ang dumi-dumi mo! Ang dumi-dumi mo!"
Isang swimmer, at halata sa katawan nya ang pagiging maninisid este manlalangoy kahit di ganun ka-defined yung cuts nya sa katawan. Compare mo naman sa cold cuts ko, with matching fats, db? LOLz. Ang panalo dito yung bibig nya. Ang sharap halikan. Kahit jeux-lapan lang kami all night, pwede na kong labasan. Uber na yun, pero ayos na ko sa lapaxtra to the maxtra.
I decided na magpalabas sa ikaapat na tagpo. Lagpas quota na ko eh. Haha. He put his middle finger on that sensitive area between the butt-hole and the balls and rubbed it erotically para ma-hasten yung cumming process ko while I was beating my meat. Yes, hasten talaga, parang chemistry lang. It was pleasure to the max. I was lying on my back, jerking off, legs stretched and spread wide, while he was sitting on the mattress showing his toned body (I requested to have a sight of his face and torso while I was doing it.), and fingering my gooch. It was orgasmic.
I capped off the day with a nice warm shower and then a bit of hot air, para matanggal yung nanunuot na cum stains sa katawan. TMI much? TMI much, DAWWW?!? That's when I played with the moaning guy at the steam room, before I really called it a night.
Ripley's believe it or not, there are times na back-to-back-to-back kami nina ZeRowena at Zoraya aka Fire. Tanda nyo pa sila? Eto sila:
Ok, yung isa eh si Ana pala. Fine, thank you.
Saka, ang makarami ay di nangangahulugang wagi. The more casual sex with random guys, the better chances of getting STI. Hindi ito libreng computer education, mind you. So, nag-iingat din ako.
Nagkataon lang na mabait ang universe. Alam nyang marami akong pinagdaanan, kaya kung minalas ako sa isang bagay, swertehin naman daw sa iba. Pinalad nga akong maka-maryang-palad este makadaupang-palad and more ang mga boys. Sana sa lotto na lang ako bumawi, di ba? Promise, I won't use my yaman on hombres. Charot.
Aussie-asian ang third encounter. Promising ang frame, at panalo ang fess. Baby fats, baby face. Sarap pisilin yun, dah bah? Nagkatinginan lang kami. Ganda ko eh!! Ching. Pagpasok namin sa room, ayaw pakissmax. So, Romancing the stone na lang ang ginawa ko. Nag-cum oh ye faithful na daw sya, pero game pa sa isang round. Gusto nya ko i-pene kaso malambot pa sa fettuccine ang kanyang ano. Suck ko daw at maging patient. Puttanesca naman, kung di lang may dating, nilaglag ko na yung pagkakataon eh. Aarte ba ko sa pag-devour (devour talaga???) ng 24 anyos na sariwang karne?
Laban kung laban! Ilabas ang sandata! Ilabas ang mga kamay ni Hilda. Patayin sa sarap ang binata. At pumutok ang mga kanyon nang sumuko ang Bataan.
Shooter ang batang ito. Aba'y pagsindirit ng mainit nyang likido, libreng facial. First shot, to the left, to the left cheek. Second shot, right round, right round. You spin my head right round. Echos! Collagen face pack itu. Haha. Exaj lang. Nadungisan lang naman ako sa pisngi ng slight. Wehhh!
Hindi pa ko nakuntento sa tatlo, eh nagdagdag pa ko ng apat.
One, two... ready? Sing: "Ang dumi-dumi mo! Ang dumi-dumi mo!"
Isang swimmer, at halata sa katawan nya ang pagiging maninisid este manlalangoy kahit di ganun ka-defined yung cuts nya sa katawan. Compare mo naman sa cold cuts ko, with matching fats, db? LOLz. Ang panalo dito yung bibig nya. Ang sharap halikan. Kahit jeux-lapan lang kami all night, pwede na kong labasan. Uber na yun, pero ayos na ko sa lapaxtra to the maxtra.
I decided na magpalabas sa ikaapat na tagpo. Lagpas quota na ko eh. Haha. He put his middle finger on that sensitive area between the butt-hole and the balls and rubbed it erotically para ma-hasten yung cumming process ko while I was beating my meat. Yes, hasten talaga, parang chemistry lang. It was pleasure to the max. I was lying on my back, jerking off, legs stretched and spread wide, while he was sitting on the mattress showing his toned body (I requested to have a sight of his face and torso while I was doing it.), and fingering my gooch. It was orgasmic.
I capped off the day with a nice warm shower and then a bit of hot air, para matanggal yung nanunuot na cum stains sa katawan. TMI much? TMI much, DAWWW?!? That's when I played with the moaning guy at the steam room, before I really called it a night.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Motivational Thought of the Day
Thanks, kuya, for sending this one. This cracked me up.
Transcript -
Blue guy: People have two ears and one mouth. I guess we shoud listen more and talk less.
Yellow guy: Hmmm, two legs and only one head. Maybe you should think less and fuck off.
Maribeth Bitchera Moment
"Looking at you makes me wish I was Muslim. I don't wanna see something pork."
Daming feelingera sa mundo! :-(
Daming feelingera sa mundo! :-(
Domesticated
It was the best two months of my life here in the land of lah. My ex-better half flew in to find a job. I was at that time working in a multinational company as a computer professional. We were in an off-again, on-again relationship for almost three years. He stayed with me in a flat with two other professionals. Like me when I first got here, he was full of hope, excitement, and joy. We were happy that we're finally living together, after being far apart for almost a year. We wanted that to happen - our own place, living in a quiet community, and working in a fast-paced environment where the pay is promising.
We did a lot of catching up. After-office hours are spent domestically, conversations over dinner and a good "day-ender". I can never describe how great make-up sex was - consummating with the love of your life is the best thing there is. It was more than the cinematic style of erotica (where the lewd scenes are executed in a quick, beastly animation, while the love-making scenes are made brisk and sensuous). It was better than that. It was an amazing and wonderful thing any person can have.
We thought we were a step closer to our dream life.
The typical weekend was routine but robust. He'd cook breakfast (bacon, eggs, and Purefoods hotdog, the perennial Pinoy favorite). Afterwards we clean the room while laundry's in the machine. I usually do the more dirty duties like washing the plates and pans after meal, or scrubbing the tiles or the toilet bowl. He is justified, since he does the cooking. And he hated doing the dishes and cleaning the loo.
He's no chef, but his taste for ordinary food is wonderful. An ordinary spaghetti can turn to a great pasta. Tinola, adobo, and even fried chicken become special. Everything he prepares was gladly welcomed by my palette. I gained weight because of that. I gained so much, that I never mind being stocky at all. I used my gym hours in exchange for being home with him. While he's emersed in online jobhunting, I was watching Friends or Will and Grace in my video player. We were sharing chips and ice cream in the comfort of our own nest.
The gym is the usual weekend destination, after a satisfying siesta in the hotness of the afternoon. In the club, we do a bit of cardio dance, then some weights, and we're done. We paid no attention to details, neither were we conscious of cuts and abs. We wanted these, but wellness was priority. There were times when we wanted to be fit, so the sex can get better.
We wanted to look hot for ourselves, so we'd have a worthwhile time in bed with each other.
When being invited to go out, we join friends to dinner, coffee, or a drinking session. On one occasion, I got so drunk and wasted. He, on the other hand, was having fun and boose in moderation. I almost passed out, but he caught me from falling, lied me to a couch, and stayed there till he was sure I was sound asleep. He couldn't go back to the drinking table. He feared I might get nightmares, coz of my disturbingly loud snoring and involuntary jerking. I learned about it when he mentioned it in one of our altercations. When I think of it today, it was the sweetest thing ever.
I missed the time when this whore used to be domesticated. It was a refreshing and delightful time. I cherish it and will always recall in memory.
(To be continued)
We did a lot of catching up. After-office hours are spent domestically, conversations over dinner and a good "day-ender". I can never describe how great make-up sex was - consummating with the love of your life is the best thing there is. It was more than the cinematic style of erotica (where the lewd scenes are executed in a quick, beastly animation, while the love-making scenes are made brisk and sensuous). It was better than that. It was an amazing and wonderful thing any person can have.
We thought we were a step closer to our dream life.
The typical weekend was routine but robust. He'd cook breakfast (bacon, eggs, and Purefoods hotdog, the perennial Pinoy favorite). Afterwards we clean the room while laundry's in the machine. I usually do the more dirty duties like washing the plates and pans after meal, or scrubbing the tiles or the toilet bowl. He is justified, since he does the cooking. And he hated doing the dishes and cleaning the loo.
He's no chef, but his taste for ordinary food is wonderful. An ordinary spaghetti can turn to a great pasta. Tinola, adobo, and even fried chicken become special. Everything he prepares was gladly welcomed by my palette. I gained weight because of that. I gained so much, that I never mind being stocky at all. I used my gym hours in exchange for being home with him. While he's emersed in online jobhunting, I was watching Friends or Will and Grace in my video player. We were sharing chips and ice cream in the comfort of our own nest.
The gym is the usual weekend destination, after a satisfying siesta in the hotness of the afternoon. In the club, we do a bit of cardio dance, then some weights, and we're done. We paid no attention to details, neither were we conscious of cuts and abs. We wanted these, but wellness was priority. There were times when we wanted to be fit, so the sex can get better.
We wanted to look hot for ourselves, so we'd have a worthwhile time in bed with each other.
When being invited to go out, we join friends to dinner, coffee, or a drinking session. On one occasion, I got so drunk and wasted. He, on the other hand, was having fun and boose in moderation. I almost passed out, but he caught me from falling, lied me to a couch, and stayed there till he was sure I was sound asleep. He couldn't go back to the drinking table. He feared I might get nightmares, coz of my disturbingly loud snoring and involuntary jerking. I learned about it when he mentioned it in one of our altercations. When I think of it today, it was the sweetest thing ever.
I missed the time when this whore used to be domesticated. It was a refreshing and delightful time. I cherish it and will always recall in memory.
I am the one clinging on to him.
Precious as it was, that time was also the worst.(To be continued)
Friday, May 14, 2010
Ang Dumi... Bow
"Puki mong may takong!" bulyaw sa akin ni baby G. Karampahan ko yan sa galaan, pero di sa batis. Nung ni-share ko sa kanyang magtatampisaw ulit akez, pinigilan nya ko. Eh, pasaway ang lola nyo, so go visa ako sa pinakamalapit na palaisdaan.
Di na ko nag-gym nung araw na yun. Sayang ang workout gains. Charot. Ibuhos ko na lang yung pagod sa rampage and rondavoo. Eh, bonggang lunch ang kinain ko - dalawang chiz burger at kape, at halo-halong napagkalinamnam. Kumustahin naman ang door gift? Baka sabihin ng ibabaw, "let me guess what you just HAD for lunch". Kalowkah!
Pagdating ko sa lugar na yun, tahimik. Kakaunti pa lang ang rumarampa. Naman. 4 pm ako dumating. Excited sa boys? Di naman masyado. Early bird catches and eats the other early birds, ikanga.
So, shower muna ako. Para freshness. Pagkatuyo, pasok agad sa dark corridor. Blindness. Halos may mabangga ako. Napagkaliwanag naman kasi sa paliguan, kaya pagpasok ko sa rampahan eh para akong isdang binulag. Basta, gets nyo na kahit ganun ang metaphor.
Ikot ako sa maze. Tayo sa isang corner. Ikot uli sa maze. Tambay sa isa pang sulok. Tour ulit sa maze. Tabi sa isang parokyano. Nagkatinginan. Deadma. Nagkatinginan once more. At second glance, di pala appealing. Choosy moms choose dairy creme eh! So ikot uli sa maze. Akala ni parokyano nili-lead ko sya sa isang room. Niligaw si parokyano. O baka napagod na kakahabol. Tinantanan na ako.
Tayo uli sa isang corner. Naka-isang oras pala ako ng rampa. Puki yan, sana pala nag gym na lang ako. Gumanda pa katawan kes. Pinagtatawanan ako ni Rowena Magtanggol. Umuwi na raw kami, sabi nya.
Megaknown talaga. Ala-Russell Crowe in A Beautiful Mind Lang. Ching.
Paglabas ko papuntang lit locker area, natsambahan ko si parokyano uli. This time, cute pala sya. Never judge a book in the dark, much less reading one. Masakit sa eyesight, teh.
He glanced at me, and I smiled back. Ok, glanced back, tingin sa malayo, then look again, ikmayl. Kahit sa personal, loka-loka talaga itu. Then, chinika minute ko. Lalo syang gumaganda sa paningin habang pinagmamasdan ko syang kausap. Mabingwit ko lang ito, pwede na kong umexit nang pakendeng kendeng with head held high palabas ng lugar na yun.
Moreno, 5'6", average, with uneven but sexy stubbles. Fred was his name. Flashback Freddie Kruegger, Freddie Aguilar, Fred Flinstone. Hansamah koh noh! May Freddie Prinz Junior naman, bakit yun pa ang naisip? Anyway, I excused myself to pee - and also gargle. Ayokong makipaghuntahan kina Haley Tosis at Ginger Vitis, debah? Pag-comeback ko sa dark room, sight uli si Right Said Fred. Stand by him ako sa corner nya. Tingin, ikmayl, look away. Tingin, ikmayl uli. Naka five minutes din kaming nagkyemehan bago nagholding hands. Parang magboyfriend lang. Sugod sa room. Chorva na. Yung nananahimik nyang junior, ginalit ng kamay ko. ZOMG. Zeus, oh my goodness. Ang paborito nating peanuts. Growers. Haha
At nang matapos ang labada, banlaw.
He went ahead sa lockers kasi may lakad pa daw sya. Ako naman eh nagtungo munang steam room. Andumi-dumi ko kasi, dumi-dumi. Napaka, napaka, dumi-dumi mo, gaga. Ganon. So kelangang luminis ulit.
Only to find out na may tatabi pa sa akin at makikipaglaro. Game naman ako eh. Let's play... deal or no deal!!!
Bukas luluhod ang mga tala. Ngayon, luluhod ang bakla. Chenes.
Lumabas sya ng steam room, not because natalo ako. Maubusan ka ba naman ng hininga sa init, tapos may mga nakikihalo sa kalamay ko, sino bang hindi mag-walkout? Then I noticed na he went to one of the urinal cubicles and signaled me to follow. Eh, kaladkarin, so may-I-follow ang lola. Ang loko, nagsuot ng specs. Nerdy, malaman ang built, at cutie-cute-cute. Aarte ka pa kahit mapanghe ang lugar? Chupa nang walang hingahan. Hahaha. Syet. Di ko na kasi niyaya sa kwarto, baka mawala ang moment. "This is the moment, damn all the odds" ang birit ko noh. Chukchakin na lang dun. Habang nakatayo kami, nakangudngud ako sa kaliwang suso nya, habang jinajakol ng kaliwa kong kamay yung pututoy nya, at kanang kamay ko eh nilalamas ang kanan nyang dibdib. Wala pa ring tatalo sa Windows pagdating sa multitasking, yun lang naman ang punto de vista ko.
At nang makaraos sya, banlaw uli. Call me sakdal-libog, but yes. I am. What I am. Nagbaka-sakaling three's a charm ako pag bumalik sa dark room. Oo. Ako ang pinakamaduming hayop sa balat ng lupa. Ako na ang naka-pangatlo nung gabing yun. Hehehe...
(Itutuloy)
Di na ko nag-gym nung araw na yun. Sayang ang workout gains. Charot. Ibuhos ko na lang yung pagod sa rampage and rondavoo. Eh, bonggang lunch ang kinain ko - dalawang chiz burger at kape, at halo-halong napagkalinamnam. Kumustahin naman ang door gift? Baka sabihin ng ibabaw, "let me guess what you just HAD for lunch". Kalowkah!
Pagdating ko sa lugar na yun, tahimik. Kakaunti pa lang ang rumarampa. Naman. 4 pm ako dumating. Excited sa boys? Di naman masyado. Early bird catches and eats the other early birds, ikanga.
So, shower muna ako. Para freshness. Pagkatuyo, pasok agad sa dark corridor. Blindness. Halos may mabangga ako. Napagkaliwanag naman kasi sa paliguan, kaya pagpasok ko sa rampahan eh para akong isdang binulag. Basta, gets nyo na kahit ganun ang metaphor.
Ikot ako sa maze. Tayo sa isang corner. Ikot uli sa maze. Tambay sa isa pang sulok. Tour ulit sa maze. Tabi sa isang parokyano. Nagkatinginan. Deadma. Nagkatinginan once more. At second glance, di pala appealing. Choosy moms choose dairy creme eh! So ikot uli sa maze. Akala ni parokyano nili-lead ko sya sa isang room. Niligaw si parokyano. O baka napagod na kakahabol. Tinantanan na ako.
Tayo uli sa isang corner. Naka-isang oras pala ako ng rampa. Puki yan, sana pala nag gym na lang ako. Gumanda pa katawan kes. Pinagtatawanan ako ni Rowena Magtanggol. Umuwi na raw kami, sabi nya.
Megaknown talaga. Ala-Russell Crowe in A Beautiful Mind Lang. Ching.
Paglabas ko papuntang lit locker area, natsambahan ko si parokyano uli. This time, cute pala sya. Never judge a book in the dark, much less reading one. Masakit sa eyesight, teh.
He glanced at me, and I smiled back. Ok, glanced back, tingin sa malayo, then look again, ikmayl. Kahit sa personal, loka-loka talaga itu. Then, chinika minute ko. Lalo syang gumaganda sa paningin habang pinagmamasdan ko syang kausap. Mabingwit ko lang ito, pwede na kong umexit nang pakendeng kendeng with head held high palabas ng lugar na yun.
Moreno, 5'6", average, with uneven but sexy stubbles. Fred was his name. Flashback Freddie Kruegger, Freddie Aguilar, Fred Flinstone. Hansamah koh noh! May Freddie Prinz Junior naman, bakit yun pa ang naisip? Anyway, I excused myself to pee - and also gargle. Ayokong makipaghuntahan kina Haley Tosis at Ginger Vitis, debah? Pag-comeback ko sa dark room, sight uli si Right Said Fred. Stand by him ako sa corner nya. Tingin, ikmayl, look away. Tingin, ikmayl uli. Naka five minutes din kaming nagkyemehan bago nagholding hands. Parang magboyfriend lang. Sugod sa room. Chorva na. Yung nananahimik nyang junior, ginalit ng kamay ko. ZOMG. Zeus, oh my goodness. Ang paborito nating peanuts. Growers. Haha
At nang matapos ang labada, banlaw.
He went ahead sa lockers kasi may lakad pa daw sya. Ako naman eh nagtungo munang steam room. Andumi-dumi ko kasi, dumi-dumi. Napaka, napaka, dumi-dumi mo, gaga. Ganon. So kelangang luminis ulit.
Only to find out na may tatabi pa sa akin at makikipaglaro. Game naman ako eh. Let's play... deal or no deal!!!
Bukas luluhod ang mga tala. Ngayon, luluhod ang bakla. Chenes.
Lumabas sya ng steam room, not because natalo ako. Maubusan ka ba naman ng hininga sa init, tapos may mga nakikihalo sa kalamay ko, sino bang hindi mag-walkout? Then I noticed na he went to one of the urinal cubicles and signaled me to follow. Eh, kaladkarin, so may-I-follow ang lola. Ang loko, nagsuot ng specs. Nerdy, malaman ang built, at cutie-cute-cute. Aarte ka pa kahit mapanghe ang lugar? Chupa nang walang hingahan. Hahaha. Syet. Di ko na kasi niyaya sa kwarto, baka mawala ang moment. "This is the moment, damn all the odds" ang birit ko noh. Chukchakin na lang dun. Habang nakatayo kami, nakangudngud ako sa kaliwang suso nya, habang jinajakol ng kaliwa kong kamay yung pututoy nya, at kanang kamay ko eh nilalamas ang kanan nyang dibdib. Wala pa ring tatalo sa Windows pagdating sa multitasking, yun lang naman ang punto de vista ko.
At nang makaraos sya, banlaw uli. Call me sakdal-libog, but yes. I am. What I am. Nagbaka-sakaling three's a charm ako pag bumalik sa dark room. Oo. Ako ang pinakamaduming hayop sa balat ng lupa. Ako na ang naka-pangatlo nung gabing yun. Hehehe...
(Itutuloy)
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Slowly But Surely Temple
I'd like to say thank you to the bloggers who follow me.
Kahit lukaret magkwento ang lola nyo. I found the voice you gave to me.
Thank you for reading. It's like you're listening. To the song here in my heart.
Makita ko lang na mag-grow yung readership ko, kahit 1 per month, keribelles. Katuwa, daba?
Kahit lukaret magkwento ang lola nyo. I found the voice you gave to me.
Thank you for reading. It's like you're listening. To the song here in my heart.
Makita ko lang na mag-grow yung readership ko, kahit 1 per month, keribelles. Katuwa, daba?
Monday, May 10, 2010
Chorva Lang
Ilalathala ko sana ang isang makabagbag-damdaming entry na pinamagatang "The Geek, The Grower, The Shooter, The Swimmer, The Moaner" aka ang limang engkwentro sa bathhouse sa isang gabi. Kaso baka mawalan ako ng readers sa sobrang pagmamaganda ko. Choz!
Isusulat ko na lang ang isang bagay na natutunan ko ngayong araw.
Natutunan ko na maraming supporters si Wisely. Vote Wisely ang bukambibig ng mga tao, ng mga leaflets, ng mga ads. Si Wiseley Snipes ba itu? We can never can tell. Charot.
In other words, wala akong contribution sa Halalan Dalawang-libo't sampu! O Halalan Bente-Dyes. Jologs ng tunog.
Ang ambag ko naman sa Mother's Day: minsan akong tinalakan ni mudra nung ako'y nagrebelde. Cry me a river ang background music habang nagkukusot ako ng mga puting kamison. Nung hindi ako binigyan ni motherly lily ng pambaon ng higit sa inasahan ko, nagdabog ang inyong kagandahan na hindi papasok. Oo, parang Gladys Reyes lang ang school of acting ko para Manalo ng Boljak awards. Hindi rin naman ako pinalabas ng bahay ni mama sita, at bagkus ay pinaglaba ng damit. At ang talakan portion: madramang episode.
"Mag-construction ka na lang!" Tumatak na parang mga linya ni Cherry Pie Picache sa Iisa Pa Lamang ang mga salita ni inay. Eh kasi ba naman, alam kong mahal ako ni mama. Pero sa sobrang sama ng loob nya sa pagiging suwail ko, hindi ko sya masisisi na ganun na lang maibulalas nya.
Come to think of it, kung naging vortaciously yours akez, baka mas mabenta ako sa batis. Echos lang.
Simula noong naboljak ako ni ina magenta, tinaga ko na sa bato na magsusumikap na ko sa pag-aaral kahit barya lang ang ibigay sa akin. Bahala na si batman paano ako makakarating sa Ortigas. Poveda kasi ako eh! Hahahaha! Charot lang.
Pero ang pinaka sa lahat ng natutunan ko ngayon: kung may isang malaking bagay kung saan ka nagkulang, hamo't binigyan ka ng Dyos ng kakayahang maging mabuti't magaling sa ibang bagay.
Gaya ngayong linggo, pumalpak ako pangunahing trabahong iniatas sa akin. Pero bumawi din naman ako sa ibang bagay gaya ng pagtulong sa ibang proseso ng kumpanya.
Pero, bilang tao, hindi mawawala ang mabuti ngunit makasariling balak na i-redeem ang sarili sa harap ng tao. Iisipin kasi ng ibang tao na nagpapasikat ako pag ginawa ko ang trabaho ng may-trabaho. Pero tumulong lang naman ako. Pero, gusto ko ring patunayan na may silbi pa naman kasi ako, at hindi dapat sipain sa trabaho. Gets nyo yung point? O gusto nyo ng laser pointer? Charot.
Ngayong araw ng halalan, nawa'y mamulat na ang mga tao sa pagpili ng itataguyod na pinuno ng ating bansa. At sa mga mahihirang na pinuno, nawa'y maging responsible sila at tupdin ang mga pangakong isinuyo nila sa madlang people.
Walang konek. Basta may mailathala lang. Pagbigyan nyo na, di ba? Kakaunti lang din naman ang babasa nito eh. Hehe.
Isusulat ko na lang ang isang bagay na natutunan ko ngayong araw.
Natutunan ko na maraming supporters si Wisely. Vote Wisely ang bukambibig ng mga tao, ng mga leaflets, ng mga ads. Si Wiseley Snipes ba itu? We can never can tell. Charot.
In other words, wala akong contribution sa Halalan Dalawang-libo't sampu! O Halalan Bente-Dyes. Jologs ng tunog.
Ang ambag ko naman sa Mother's Day: minsan akong tinalakan ni mudra nung ako'y nagrebelde. Cry me a river ang background music habang nagkukusot ako ng mga puting kamison. Nung hindi ako binigyan ni motherly lily ng pambaon ng higit sa inasahan ko, nagdabog ang inyong kagandahan na hindi papasok. Oo, parang Gladys Reyes lang ang school of acting ko para Manalo ng Boljak awards. Hindi rin naman ako pinalabas ng bahay ni mama sita, at bagkus ay pinaglaba ng damit. At ang talakan portion: madramang episode.
"Mag-construction ka na lang!" Tumatak na parang mga linya ni Cherry Pie Picache sa Iisa Pa Lamang ang mga salita ni inay. Eh kasi ba naman, alam kong mahal ako ni mama. Pero sa sobrang sama ng loob nya sa pagiging suwail ko, hindi ko sya masisisi na ganun na lang maibulalas nya.
Come to think of it, kung naging vortaciously yours akez, baka mas mabenta ako sa batis. Echos lang.
Simula noong naboljak ako ni ina magenta, tinaga ko na sa bato na magsusumikap na ko sa pag-aaral kahit barya lang ang ibigay sa akin. Bahala na si batman paano ako makakarating sa Ortigas. Poveda kasi ako eh! Hahahaha! Charot lang.
Pero ang pinaka sa lahat ng natutunan ko ngayon: kung may isang malaking bagay kung saan ka nagkulang, hamo't binigyan ka ng Dyos ng kakayahang maging mabuti't magaling sa ibang bagay.
Gaya ngayong linggo, pumalpak ako pangunahing trabahong iniatas sa akin. Pero bumawi din naman ako sa ibang bagay gaya ng pagtulong sa ibang proseso ng kumpanya.
Pero, bilang tao, hindi mawawala ang mabuti ngunit makasariling balak na i-redeem ang sarili sa harap ng tao. Iisipin kasi ng ibang tao na nagpapasikat ako pag ginawa ko ang trabaho ng may-trabaho. Pero tumulong lang naman ako. Pero, gusto ko ring patunayan na may silbi pa naman kasi ako, at hindi dapat sipain sa trabaho. Gets nyo yung point? O gusto nyo ng laser pointer? Charot.
Ngayong araw ng halalan, nawa'y mamulat na ang mga tao sa pagpili ng itataguyod na pinuno ng ating bansa. At sa mga mahihirang na pinuno, nawa'y maging responsible sila at tupdin ang mga pangakong isinuyo nila sa madlang people.
Walang konek. Basta may mailathala lang. Pagbigyan nyo na, di ba? Kakaunti lang din naman ang babasa nito eh. Hehe.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
My Back-Up Plan
My Main Plan:
Fall in Love
Live Together
Have family
What's my backup plan?
Fall in Love
LiveTogether Happy
Have family
OR...
Eat Pray Love parang Julia Roberts lang
Fall in Love
Live Together
Have family
What's my backup plan?
Live
Have family
OR...
Eat Pray Love parang Julia Roberts lang
Friday, May 7, 2010
Butch Inclination
"Di ko na pala kelangan ng panghimagas, buo na tanghalian ko!" Ito ang hirit na kinatuwa ng mga kasama ko.
Nagla-lunch kami ng mga kaibigan ko. Yung dalawa, straight na boys, at yung katabi ko eh bilat. Usap-usap kami tungkol sa bagay-bagay, hanggang umabot sa medical exam ni pech (or pechay). Si keepay kasi, takot sa karayom, lalupa't pasain sya (she bruises like peach, so isa syang peachay. Korneeeeeey!!! LMAO)
May pasa daw sya sa gilid ng kanyang hita, para ipakita ang punto. Tumingin naman ako. At dahil sa puki shorts and suot nya, at wala naman silang alam tungkol sa tunay kong kasarian, sumakay na lang ako sa usapan.
"Di ko na pala kelangan ng panghimagas, buo na tanghalian ko." Ito ang hirit na kinatuwa ng mga kasama ko, pati na ng bilat.
Di naman ako nandiri o nasuklam sa sarili ko sa reaction na yun. Nakikisama ako sa mga tuwid, so syempre tuwid din ang kilos ko.
Iba kasi yung butch ko sa barkadang tuwid na nakakaalam ng tunay kong kasarian. Mga kababata ko na pamilyado at tanggap yung pagkababae ng inyong abang lingkod. So sa tuwing mag-iinuman kami, butch stuff talaga. At kahit di pa lasing, sasabihan nila akong magbago ng kalooban (aka mag-syota ng bilatsina). Ang di lang nila matatanggap sa akin eh mag-cross dress ako, magdraga, o magpalit ng kasarian. Yung mga bagay na yung eh ayaw ko rin naman.
Masaya ako sa titi at maligaya ako sa katawan ko at ng isang lalaking katalik. Entiendes? Haha
The circle of straight friends gives me a sense of balance in this life. If I have the loud, the boisterous, the flamboyant, and the outrageously funny set of people in my sisterettes, the straight friends provide the right amount of butch that I need for my social health. I don't mean that being swishy all the time is unhealthy. And being butch all of the time when you're gay MAY suffocate and stifle.
Nagla-lunch kami ng mga kaibigan ko. Yung dalawa, straight na boys, at yung katabi ko eh bilat. Usap-usap kami tungkol sa bagay-bagay, hanggang umabot sa medical exam ni pech (or pechay). Si keepay kasi, takot sa karayom, lalupa't pasain sya (she bruises like peach, so isa syang peachay. Korneeeeeey!!! LMAO)
May pasa daw sya sa gilid ng kanyang hita, para ipakita ang punto. Tumingin naman ako. At dahil sa puki shorts and suot nya, at wala naman silang alam tungkol sa tunay kong kasarian, sumakay na lang ako sa usapan.
"Di ko na pala kelangan ng panghimagas, buo na tanghalian ko." Ito ang hirit na kinatuwa ng mga kasama ko, pati na ng bilat.
Di naman ako nandiri o nasuklam sa sarili ko sa reaction na yun. Nakikisama ako sa mga tuwid, so syempre tuwid din ang kilos ko.
Iba kasi yung butch ko sa barkadang tuwid na nakakaalam ng tunay kong kasarian. Mga kababata ko na pamilyado at tanggap yung pagkababae ng inyong abang lingkod. So sa tuwing mag-iinuman kami, butch stuff talaga. At kahit di pa lasing, sasabihan nila akong magbago ng kalooban (aka mag-syota ng bilatsina). Ang di lang nila matatanggap sa akin eh mag-cross dress ako, magdraga, o magpalit ng kasarian. Yung mga bagay na yung eh ayaw ko rin naman.
Masaya ako sa titi at maligaya ako sa katawan ko at ng isang lalaking katalik. Entiendes? Haha
The circle of straight friends gives me a sense of balance in this life. If I have the loud, the boisterous, the flamboyant, and the outrageously funny set of people in my sisterettes, the straight friends provide the right amount of butch that I need for my social health. I don't mean that being swishy all the time is unhealthy. And being butch all of the time when you're gay MAY suffocate and stifle.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Sisterettes
It's funny serrano how some of my EB's become sisterettes. May isang guys4men.com EB ako na imbes na katalik eh naging matalik na ate. May grindr boys din na ate-atehan ang tingin sa akin. At isang facebook friend na nakadaupang-palad ko kamakailan lang at Janice-Gelli na ang turingan namin. Choz.
Sa isang banda, I'm glad na di nauwi sa samaan ng loob ang unang tagpo. Nakaranas na kasi ako ng mga ni-reject ko at na-reject akez. Pero happy ako sa mga sisterettes ko at nag-jive yung personalities namin. I owe it to their open-mindedness. Not like me na pinangungunahan ng napakaraming mga what-ifs eklavarva. Masakit sa bangs akong ka-EB. Hahaha.
My sisterettes make my day by filling me with laughter. Baklaan to the max talaga. Minsan, juicy gossip. Other times, chika about their latest encounter/s and details na minsan TMI na pero keri at keber lang. Anythang and everything, bring lang ng bring. Minsan, landian pa, among ourselves. Like one would jokingly ask me, i-top ko daw sya. I'd say it's incest, the other would say yuck (yuck dahil di ko kaya). Alam mong nang-gu-good time lang, at ang saya-saya talaga, ate Gloria.
Bongga ang variety ng sisters ko. May life of the party, may sophisticated, may palengkera, may witty, may makati (bukod sa akin), may bitchesa, may ms photogenic, may ms swimsuit, at kung anik-anik na cornick.
Wala ni isang pa-mhin, o butch anson-roa (chos). Hahaha. Ibang star circle of friends na yun.
Happy ako sa mga ateh ko. Iba yung binibigay nilang sigla sa pagkatao mo pag kasama, kausap, at katawanan mo sila. Megaknown!
Sa isang banda, I'm glad na di nauwi sa samaan ng loob ang unang tagpo. Nakaranas na kasi ako ng mga ni-reject ko at na-reject akez. Pero happy ako sa mga sisterettes ko at nag-jive yung personalities namin. I owe it to their open-mindedness. Not like me na pinangungunahan ng napakaraming mga what-ifs eklavarva. Masakit sa bangs akong ka-EB. Hahaha.
My sisterettes make my day by filling me with laughter. Baklaan to the max talaga. Minsan, juicy gossip. Other times, chika about their latest encounter/s and details na minsan TMI na pero keri at keber lang. Anythang and everything, bring lang ng bring. Minsan, landian pa, among ourselves. Like one would jokingly ask me, i-top ko daw sya. I'd say it's incest, the other would say yuck (yuck dahil di ko kaya). Alam mong nang-gu-good time lang, at ang saya-saya talaga, ate Gloria.
Bongga ang variety ng sisters ko. May life of the party, may sophisticated, may palengkera, may witty, may makati (bukod sa akin), may bitchesa, may ms photogenic, may ms swimsuit, at kung anik-anik na cornick.
Wala ni isang pa-mhin, o butch anson-roa (chos). Hahaha. Ibang star circle of friends na yun.
Happy ako sa mga ateh ko. Iba yung binibigay nilang sigla sa pagkatao mo pag kasama, kausap, at katawanan mo sila. Megaknown!
Monday, May 3, 2010
Bathhouse Boo-boos
#1
Mature guy: "Have we met before?"
Me: "I think we did (have dapat, self-correction)."
MG: "Really?'
Me: "Yeah. In this place."
MG: "Oh."
Me: "Twice already."
*Awkward silence. He obviously didn't remember*
Me: "(a bit embarrased) I'll see you around."
#2
Cute nerdy guy: "I gotta have poppers to excite me."
Me: "Ok. Have you tried a more adventurous type of sex?"
CNG: "What do you mean?"
Me: "Uhm, the one with ice and e?"
CNG: "Ice and e?"
Me: "Yeah, ice is blah blah blah... it makes you blah blah blah... E is blah blah blah... It makes you blah blah blah"
CNG: *confused look*
Me: "Wait, are you a police?"
CNG: evil laftir
Mature guy: "Have we met before?"
Me: "I think we did (have dapat, self-correction)."
MG: "Really?'
Me: "Yeah. In this place."
MG: "Oh."
Me: "Twice already."
*Awkward silence. He obviously didn't remember*
Me: "(a bit embarrased) I'll see you around."
#2
Cute nerdy guy: "I gotta have poppers to excite me."
Me: "Ok. Have you tried a more adventurous type of sex?"
CNG: "What do you mean?"
Me: "Uhm, the one with ice and e?"
CNG: "Ice and e?"
Me: "Yeah, ice is blah blah blah... it makes you blah blah blah... E is blah blah blah... It makes you blah blah blah"
CNG: *confused look*
Me: "Wait, are you a police?"
CNG: evil laftir
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Labor Day Special
Something I learned painfully:
"Tell your boss you're not happy with your job anymore...
Before he says the same thing in a month's time."
"Tell your boss you're not happy with your job anymore...
Before he says the same thing in a month's time."
Crush of the Moment - Jonathan "Legacy" Perez
(source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/So_You_Think_You_Can_Dance_(season_6)_finalists#Jonathan_.22Legacy.22_Perez) Jonathan Lee Perez. Legacy is a 28 year old b-boy (breakdancer) from Miami, Florida. He began dancing at the age of 15 after being influenced by dancers at a local skate park. His partner is Kathryn McCormick. He was eliminated in Week 7 along with Mollee Gray.
Below is a video of his solo on So You Think You Can Dance (SYTYCD):
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Pasintabi Kay Guyrony
Something to Ponder About:
Habang tumatagal na nawawala ka sa bathhouse...
Ang tingin mo sa mga lalake... uten.
Habang tumatagal na nawawala ka sa bathhouse...
Ang tingin mo sa mga lalake... uten.
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