Hay Naku: Extra Joss

Sparkles of interest

Fizzle down when diluted


By unpleasant familiarities.

May Pag-Ibig nga ba sa Gilingan?

May pinuntahan akong get-together last weekend. Nakilala ko sa gilingan (aka Grindr) yung taong ito. He made a simple yet intimate dinner with his friends. He invited me to join. It was a touching gesture, considering I'm a perfect stranger.


Mega preparation ang lola techie. Isang scoop ng protein shake for breakfast with matching gym sa umaga, para tumaas ang metabolism. Veggie delight and water for lunch and meryenda para less calorie intake. Pampers super dry sa fezz para beautipool, ala dama de noche lang. And some sprits of Prada. Echelon!

I have to make a good first impression eh. Chos. I felt that weekend was special. I had so much on my hands, there was no room for even a small cock. Weh.

Promise, di ako nagbatis last weekend. Nung Wednesday last week lang. I've changed eh.

Mapapasabak kasi ako sa kainan kaya minabuti ko na lang wag magtakaw maghapon para marami akong makain sa gabing yun. Patay-gutom much? Saka, sisterettes na ang turingan namin sa text, kaya alam na namin na magiging friendly eye ball ang pagpunta ko sa handaang yun.

Sa handaan na yun, nakilala ko ang mga mababait nyang kaibigan. May isa pala syang bisita na tulad kong nakilala rin nya sa gilingan at noon lang nakita sa personal. Pero ang sweet nung guy. Lumiban pa talaga sya sa trabaho, makarating lang sa kanyang handaan. At sa kilos nilang dalawa pag nagtatabi, parang sila na. Parang magjowa na talaga sila. The way they touch. They way they laughed at each other's jokes. The way they get so close, they almost kissed.

Inggit ako.

Matapos ang handaan, nagsabay kami ng jowa-jowaan nya sa bus dahil pareho kami ng direksyon. Sabi nya, gustong-gusto nya yung celebrant. Tumigil na daw silang mag-gilingan nung nakilala nila ang isa't isa.

Kinilig ang tinggil ko. I swear, kumapal ang carpet ko! Char!

I really was happy for them. I hope magtuloy-tuloy ang pagsasamahan nila.

Sana nga na sa dinami-rami ng mukha, dibdib, utong at kung anu-ano pang avatar sa gilingan, eh makakahanap pa rin ng isang pusong nagmamahal. Haaaaaaayyy!!!

missed connections

I was supposed to go to Kuala Lumpur or KL some weekends ago, but the plan didn't push through. I even "announced" it on facebook, stating I wanna go to the Malaysian capital and Genting (since they say it's cold there and perfect to tour on a summer period), but never happened.

One day, I posted this status on FB:

~Carrie~ is in hybernation mode.

Friend 1 said: kala ko b kl ka?

a few minutes later, friend 2 commented:

~Carrie~ is in hybernation mode.


Friend 1 said: kala ko b kl ka?

Friend 2 said: tol, bakla ka?


Kelangan pa bang i-retain ang comment ni Friend 2?

Pumapalong Pasasalamat

Thank you - iamcockroachboy aka Nimmy for the wonderful header. I now call myself the potpourri blogger. He made this to blend with my flora avatar. This is part of the layout design change na very manly ochoa, very butch anson roa, at very discreetly color-coordinated. Haha, char!

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Nimmy's work. It was exquisite. It was perfect. It describes my life as a mix of blooming things and drying stuff. Echos.

Nimmy, thank you for the banner.

Thanks also to the ones who added me to their reading list. :-)

Party Like It's The Seventies

"Good Times" is a 1979 song composed by Bernard Edwards and Nile Rodgers. It was first recorded by their band Chic, for their 1979 album Risqué. In August of that year, it became the band's second number one single on both the Billboard Hot 100 and soul singles chart.[1] Along with the tracks, "My Forbidden Lover", and "My Feet Keep Dancing", "Good Times" reached number three on the disco charts[2] The song has become one of the most sampled tunes in music history, most notably in rap and hip-hop music.



The song is ranked #224 on Rolling Stone's list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.

The lyrics are largely based on Milton Ager's "Happy Days Are Here Again." It also contains lines based on lyrics featured in "About a Quarter to Nine" made famous by Al Jolson. Nile Rodgers has stated that these depression-era lyrics were used as a hidden way to comment on the then-current economic depression in the United States.[3] The line during the chorus, "Our new state of mind", is infamous for being mistaken as "Are you straight or bi?"


Seamus Haji vs. Mark Knight & Funkagenda released a dancefloor version in 2009. (video clip below)

Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Good_Times_(Chic_song)
 

Party Like A Pornstar

The following is nothing sexual.

Chos. Nothing short of sexual.

A dear friend of mine had a dream that I was making out with a Caucasian guy...

In a huge bed.

Me and my partner were naked...

This happened inside a train station. In front of the ticket booth. At the center of people's attention.

I didn't mind the attention daw. (Ako pa, eh may stage fright ako. Choz Costello)

I was even ignoring my friend who was shouting my name.

Sana si Bradley Cooper yung tinutukoy ng friend ko sa dream.

Kokak! Kokak! Kokak! At hindi ito tunog ni Rachel Lobangco, huh!

Adversus Exitus Optio Non Est

I was meant to fail

On that particular test.

I guess something had to shake things up.

So I can wake up from my slumber of smugness,

So I can get up from my bed of rusted roses,

So I can start getting out of my comfort zone,

So I can break out from the box

That has been containing me

Constricting me

Configuring me

For years.

B2B Part Trois

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Kalokang Dream

I woke up around 4 in the morning from a vivid dream.

I woke up crying.

My grandmother died more than a year ago. Due to circumstances, I decided to send money instead of getting a ticket to visit home. The price of the ticket was big enough to cover expenses for the wake and funeral, so I thought it would be more practical to send money than to be present during the solemn rites. I felt smug, but not satisfied about the decision. I wasn't really close to my lola, and her death brought a feeling of loss because I was cold to her for years.

Yesterday, I screwed up a phone interview due to lack of preparation. It was my fault and I was hard on myself. Usually, other people are hard in me. Chos. But this time, I felt down-hearted because it's one of those interviews one gets rarely due to high competition in the market. And then I f*cked up coz I got mentally blocked while being asked, no bombarded, by questions. I felt like I needed to be alone in my room and not heading to the gym for the meantime.

I grabbed a pint of ice cream from the fridge. I watched House on my video player while playing words with friends. I caught up with some blogs and slept early... in the morning. As in almost 1 am already. Then a dream formed that I was in a church; I saw grieving women who turned out to be my mom and aunts. And as far as I can remember the dream, I was there behind them.

I started crying. And I was really sure I was crying to my lola's coffin. I felt that grief towards a certain person and it was to my lola. I hugged all the women who I thought were my aunts from my mom and dad's side. I opened my eyes which welled up and swollen from the tears.

Humagulgol ako, promise. And it wasn't the first time that it happened.

What I realized pa was that among the women crying before the coffin was my lola! How weird was that? I was grieving to someone who is among the crying ladies. Who was in that coffin anyway? Or was it my brain playing tricks on me (that in the actual dream my lola wasn't there, and my consciousness added her during the recollection)? Another weird thing is that in the dream, the rest of the family members, esp the male relatives, were not in the dream.

Ilalabas ko na lang dito sa blog yung napanaginipan ko. Need to release bago ko i-publish yung huling putok ng pokpok post. I shoud be better in 5... 4... 3...

The Emasculation of Krung Krung

I saw this video last year, and I got impressed how this guy nailed those notes with ear-splitting falsetto. His pitch is wire-walking between rockstar and gay comedy bar singer. The high notes are really hard to vocalize for a man's range, but this guy managed to pull the act off.

B2B Part Deux

Previously: on Melrose Place. Echos

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Jack escorted me to the room. It had the look and aura of cheap massage parlor rooms (sorry to disparage it), but it was nonetheless clean and spacious - three times bigger than the one showcased in the movie Masahista. The mattress is in the center of the room. Barely scented and dimly lit, it was the type of ambience you can make do. The music could even barely make up for its shortcomings. It wasn't a spa anyway, so the stimulation will have to come elsewhere.

He was carrying two towels and a small basket. In that basket were a bowl of salt scrub and a bottle of unscented oil. When we got to the room, we undressed, wrapped our waists with towels, and headed to the showers.

Jack grabbed the shower head and turned the thermostat to warm. He pumped three big squirts of liquid soap from a nearby dispenser to use on me. He turned the nozzle to my upper body, as I made small wiping movements. He administered the soap on my wet skin, lathering my neck, chest, abdomen, pits, shoulders, and back.

Then he moved to cleansing my privates. He was soaping my butt and my member, as his saponaceous hands made its way down to my legs and thighs. He was playing with my bum crack with upward and downward strokes of his slippery index finger. And then he caressed my penis glans. His lubricated digits made sure the skin around the head is free of grime, tingling my frenulum. This made us both semi-hard. If I got carried away, the extra would've come ahead of the service. So I tried to resist. It was tempting to hold his cock, which had an arousing shape and curve. He positioned himself behind me during the rinsing, made sure his almost-hard, warm hotdog is stuck in between my buns. Our bodies were like glued by viscous fluids. His hands were working to wash off the suds. So as not to get more excited, I finished the rinsing and dried myself with towel.

We went back to the room for the massage proper. I laid buck naked on the mattress face down, and Jack was putting oil in his hands. He then started with my lower extremities. He applied medium pressure on the legs and calves, which was pain and pleasure in a cocktail mix. Then his oily hands glided from my butt to the heels, back and forth, his index finger slicing my buns when it goes downward, his thumb upward. His fingers would touch my hole, making it quiver like that of a young chick (echos).

He alternately used gliding and firm pressure on my lower limbs. It was a slow but firm rhythm; the interchange of pressure and friction was enough to stretch my tense muscles. He went on to apply circulating movements on my little moons, focusing on the crack, the gluteal fold, and the gluteus maximus. With each movement, he pampered my derriere with percussive strokes.

His friction strokes on my back were also relieving. He was able to release tension in my shoulders and upper back. I think I let out several moans during that. The best part was when he was pressing on my lower back and it let out a small crackling sound every time he presses hard on it. His firm hands and sturdy fingers helped reduce stiffness in my body.

His massage almost put me to sleep. I remember one of those Thai massages in Body tune, when I got so relaxed that it put me into slumber, made me snore loudly in the room. It was embarrassing; it was good.

I opened my eyes after feeling something sloppy was pressing against my fanny serrano. It was something heavy, something wider than the fists, something smooth and globular. As I was feeling it, I could only guess that his oil-smothered buttocks were stroking mine.

 
Culminating post to follow...

B2B

It was a so-so Tuesday Vargas for yours truly, that he decided to cross the border and step into Malaysia, truly Asia! The main reason was to get a massage. Then my shoes started to tell me it was time to replace him. It's practically worn off and the neighboring town has cheaper items. So when I got to Johor Bahru, trulaloo Malaysia itu, I bought a new pair and used it.

Then I took a cab to this massage place called Artemis, my not so arch nemesis. When I got to the reception, the guy handed me two small photo albums like the ones we have at home for 4x6 photos. As I browsed through photos of their masseurs, I asked for their promotional service. The receptionist told me about a 10% off on a body-to-body massage.

I had second thoughts. The last time I got a B2B, the guy pressed some part of my body (note: pressed, not knead) when I was lying face down, buck naked. He applied oil on my back, butt, and behind the legs and calves, and then the masseur smothered his nude torso and lower body with grease, and practically rubbed his body against mine. In other words, it was a good-in-this-way-bad-in-that-way kind of session.

But I gave it a second chance; maybe the masseur would be good enough this time. At first I chose a cute Burmese... cat. Echos. I thought he was Filipino, but when I found out his from Myanmar, the Hidden Char! I so wanted to get him. But the receptionist guy recommended Jack the massage trainer for first timers. Good massage, good service, good churva. When I saw his pic, he really wasn't my type.

For a minute, I was in a dilemma: would I go for someone nice to look at while he bathes me (yes, these fellows will bathe with you before the massage), scrubs me (yes, I added a body scrub service on top of the massage), and rubs me? Or someone with more skills in kneading?

I chose Jack over Robin. This better be my money's worth, I thought.

Turns out, he was.



More to cum on the next post

Guilty Pleasure of the Moment

Nagtatae ako ng blog posts. Andami kong dina-drafts pero kakaunti lang yung napa-publish. Shet. Halatang petiks ako sa trabaho.


Guilty pleasure of the moment: a worker here in the office with a big, round butt. He is average, looks and everything but there's something in his rear that makes me go raaarrr. My desk is in a common area near one of the doors, and it's inevitable that people including that guy will pass by, should they go to the toilet or pantry or somewhere else. And every time this guy passes by, I always take a snapshot of his derrière in my mind.

His shirt is always tucked into his pants, and I swear the butt is huge and round that not only do I wanna slap those little moons. I'd bite the firm, wobbly cheeks and suck the markings. I wanna pound on that tight virginal hole buried in those plump gluteus maximus and fill his buns with my creamy goodness.

Why is this such guilty pleasure? It's like a gay man turning lesbian. 'Nuff said.

Ode to A Songstress

Rainbow visions were all I could see


upon hearing this diva, an artist so lovely.


She reaches heaven with rhythms so smooth


and a voice that make mountains move.


She may not be so delighting in dance,


but her music will put you in a trance.


She wrenches your heart with her lyrics.


She'll make you crave for more with her gimmicks.


She brokedown in the past, but got up to her feet.


She emancipated and again made it big.


She is larger than life, a force to be reckoned with.


She is an idol, an icon, in her own merit.

Tralala

Minsang nagmahal sa baog na salita.
May biyaya ni Ikapati ang pagniniig.
Halik at yakap ay may halaga
sa mga katagang hindi naririnig.

Kaaya-ayang pagmasdan, maamo niyang mukha.
Ngunit may sumusugat sa aking pandama.
Minsang nagmahal sa baog na salita,
isang paghamon ang di inakala.

May biyaya ni Ikapati ang pagniniig.
Ngunit kailangang mag-alay kay Sta Clara
Upang umusbong ang ninanais na pag-ibig,
Upang mamunga ang sinusupling na pag-asa.

Halik at yakap ay may halaga
Sa bawat sandali ng pagniniig.
Ngunit tadhana'y walang magagawa
Kung kapwa kayong nagtitiis.

Mayroon pa bang mas nakabibingi
Sa mga katagang di naririnig?
Ito'y mga saloobing nasisikil,
nagsusumigaw na damdamin.

B.A.D.A.F. Forevah Fondah

Before there were boy bands... there was CHARING.

A "budding" band (Bong, Tom, Leslie & Jet) created by Hotdog as a counterpoint to Hagibis!


This song has been on the wish list of thousands of Pinoys (gay and straight) for years but has remained elusive... till now.


Written & produced by Dennis & Rene Garcia

Performed by Charing

Lyrics:

O mommy ko, O daddy ko,

wag aksayahin ang panahon ninyo.
Di na ninyo ako mababago
ganito na talaga ako oooohhh...
Merese (10x)
Ayokong pumasok sa US Navy
Ayoko rin namang magpakalalake
Simple lang naman ang gusto ko:
pabayaan nyo na lang akong ganito.

b.a.d.a.f... badaf badaf forever
kami ay badaf
churang lalake puso'y pambabae
badaf forever

O mommy ko, O daddy ko,
wag aksayahin ang panahon ninyo.
Di na ninyo ako mababago
ganito na talaga ako oooohhh...
Merese (10x)
Ayokong umibig sa babae,
Ayoko rin namang magpakalalake
Simple lang naman ang gusto ko:
pabayaan nyo na lang akong ganito.

b.a.d.a.f... badaf badaf forever
kami ay badaf
chura'y lalake puso'y pambabae
badaf forever (3x)

b.a.d.a.f... badaf badaf forever
kami ay badaf
chura'y lalake puso'y pambabae
badaf forever