Echoserye ep 1 - Nang Magmaganda si Petra

"Thanks for going out with me tonight."

"No, I should thank you for asking me out. Kumusta ang Singapore?"

"Singapura pa rin, walang pinagbago. Same old, same old."

...

It was a friendly date. Friendly, but arranged. I asked if he could be my date on my birthday. I thought his partner was away, as in out of the country, as the latter's a frequent traveller. Before he went back to Manila to settle for good, he was working here in Singapore. We got introduced, he knew I liked him, we went out once, and I had one of the sweetest yet painful memories I could keep with me. At that time, I never felt like an option. Because I was not an option at all.

Six bottles of beer later, I blurted something I wished innards were the ones thrown up instead. I told him we could always be friends. For me, he was the partner I could never have.

He understood that it wasn't the alcohol talking. It was still myself with inhibitions killed by the spirits.

He argued that if given the chance in the past, we could've been a couple. I wanted to believe that.

Before he returned to Manila for good, he had a crazy but fun and worthwhile time here. Crazy in the sense that work was hectic, the schedule unbearable especially in his industry, and the professional demands are high. But it was fun and worthwhile because he had friends to hang out with, admirers who liked him, and suitors who pursued him.

Now, he's working in a major, major, super major company in Manila, where he's exposed to really good looking people, and he's being presented with offers for even greater exposure through media. But he refused that. He's a fairly simple person. He tells me how people would want to have a piece of him - sexually or intimately, but he doesn't succumb to that. He doesn't have time for that, and that he's very focused on his budding career. He lives a very healthy lifestyle and keeps a good set of friends around him. You could consider him trophy boyfriend, yes.

After I spilled the beans to him, he revealed that he split up with his partner.

Regardless of anything, I wanted to believe that we could've had a chance. Do you think if  a couple of nice, well-off Caucasians never pursued you in the past, would you go for an average Pinoy worker, if you're based in Singapore? I'm not belittling myself. Nor am I type-casting him as a typical white chaser. Singapore has it's share of beautiful people, and the lucky ones have fortune on their side.

For me, if you really like the person, no matter who are presented in front of you, you will choose that person.

I wanted to entertain the possibility that was mentioned, but I think it's not gonna happen for us.

He's a good person, though. And I didn't want to lose him as a friend. I never felt this way towards a guy: I would shut out a person if I found out I'm just an option and realizing there'd be no chance for us at all. But he's different. This is different.

It was a friendly date that had almost gone bad. I shouldn't have brought up the topic of frustrated affairs. But for what it's worth, we put formal closure to an unsettled business in the past. Nevertheless, I had a great time with him on the eve of my birthday.

Major Major Thank You!

Isang malaking malaking salamat. At Theeeeeeeeeeeeeenkyu! Borrowing from YJ.

Sa lahat ng mga bumati sa akin nung kaarawan ko. Nahipo nyo ko sa mga bati nyo.

Salamat sa isang makabagbag-damdaming blog entry, Bien.

Salamat sa mga bloggers na nakipagkita sa akin nung ako'y mapadpad this month sa Maynila.

Sa mga di pa bumabati, di pa po huli. Batiin nyo ko, babatiin ko rin kayo. Magbatian tayo. LOL Char!

Indak-y

It's been a while since I heard from Ms Braxton. The singer of "Another Sad Love Song" and "He Wasn't Man Enough" is out with Make My Heart - which will be part of the Body Jam release 54 track list. I dunno if this has become a hit yet, but the groove and feel of this song is just infectious. A happy song I would wanna play on my iPod in a loop. My shoulders couldn't help but move to the music while composing this post. Lurvely!



Lyrics courtesy of www.directlyrics.com

http://www.directlyrics.com/toni-braxton-make-my-heart-lyrics.html

VERSE 1: You pull me close/ I get this kind of reaction yea(everywhere)
Can you feel my pulse/ My heart is beating faster yea(from this love affair)
And it would be only you/ Talking in my ear/ Your lips are so beautiful/ Ooh I want them near
Your eyes, they undress me/ Don't make me confess it/
The things you make me do/ Guess now i'm outta control


CHORUS:
And you make heart/ You make me dance, sweat out my hair(ohoh ohoh)
Go flying out, flippin in the air(ohoh ohoh,make my heart)
Get pumped enough/ Comin outta my clothes(you know you do it for me yes you do) oh oh(make my heart)
Dum dum dum dum dum/ Dum dum dum dum dum
(Make my heart) Dum dum dum dum dum/ Dum dum dum dum dum...Woooo!


VERSE 2:
Adrenaline rush/ You whisper I get sucked in here(Ahh looked here)
My heart bangs like drums/ The sound of pure seduction yea-ea-eah(Ooh, take me there)
And it would be only you/ Talking in my ear/ Your lips are so beautiful/ Ooh I want them near
Your eyes, they undress me/ Don't make me confess it/
The things you make me do/ Guess now i'm outta control

CHORUS:

And you make heart/ You make me dance, sweat out my hair(ohoh ohoh)
Go flying out, flippin in the air(ohoh ohoh,make my heart)
Get pumped enough/ Comin outta my clothes(you know you do it for me yes you do) oh oh(make my heart)
Dum dum dum dum dum/ Dum dum dum dum dum
(Make my heart) Dum dum dum dum dum/ Dum dum dum dum dum(make my heart)
Dum dum dum dum dum/ Dum dum dum dum dum
(Make my heart) Dum dum dum dum dum/ Dum dum dum dum dum(make my heart)

BRIDGE:
Oooh you made this woman, have a break-a-down in my heart(REPEAT 3 times)

And you make my heart(ohoh ohoh)
And make my heart(ohoh ohoh)
Make my heart(Get pumped enough...Comin outta clothes)
Make my heart(The ones that fall, drop like dominoes)
And you make my heart
Dum dum dum dum dum/ Dum dum dum dum dum
(Make my heart) Dum dum dum dum dum/ Dum dum dum dum dum(make my heart)
Dum dum dum dum dum/ Dum dum dum dum dum
(Make my heart) Dum dum dum dum dum/ Dum dum dum dum dum(make my heart)
Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum!

Love Ko Na Sya

White guy singing Parokya ni Edgar's "Buloy". I thought the twang was somehow cute. I cringed very few times, but for the most part it makes him adorable and makalaglag-something. Hahaha.

Enjoy the vid. Happy weekend, readers. :-)

Random

If promising things are written in the palm of your hands, make it happen. Good things come to those who wait... and grand ones to those who persevere.

But if fate looks callous and grim, one has the power to change it. The lines of destiny are not constant and permanent, and it's not up to the stars to decide upon that.

***

Absence makes the heart grow fonder... and the groins go gaga.

In places of normalcy, you're missed. To friends and loved ones, you're being welcomed and entertained.

In other places, the bees want your nectar. You're not the usual wall flower.

Either way, you enjoy the reception.

***

I used to think that comets go back to the sun to re-charge their energy in order to shoot away to space again. I thought comets travel fast and far in the universe and then go back to any star to restore their momentum and brightness. I'd like to believe that comets are awesome bearers of good omens, and inspiring objects that people observe on earth.

I am like a comet. And home is the sun that brings back my energy and zest for life. Friends are gravitational forces that make me orbit wonderfully in this universe. Family gives me the energy that fuels the passion to traverse the far-reaching space that's ahead of me.

We Go Deep (aka Lady is a Tramp)

May dalaw ang lola Barang nyo today - slight depression, kaya di makapagsulat. Imbes na mag-gym kagabi, Myerkules, lafangstra to the maxtra with matching take home na ice cream at kain sa kwarto. Bunggang indulgence baga.

Speaking of indulgence, I met a guy who took me to his flat the other day, Tuesday. After I went to see a friend in the city, I decided to visit the sauna around 7 pm. There were only a handful of guys, and this dark Malaysian truly Asian guy saw me, smiled, and signalled to go to a room with him.

When we locked ourselves into one of the cubicle rooms, we did as any two bathhouse horndogs would. As we made passionate kisses, he groped my ass while I was fondling his manhood.

It was promising. You know those big token keys given to winning owners of house and lots in a TV game show or raffle bonanzas? The ones that you need to carry with two hands? Not that big, but as soon as I touched it, I knew I'd have a good time with it. If it was a commercial, I'd have blurted out, "it's king size for the size queen!" LOL

While I was stroking his king cobra, he whispered if I could come with him to his apartment and spend the night there. He said he wanted to do me all night. I had second thoughts, but after thinking that there were only a few people to fool around with, I agreed to leave the sauna with him.

When we reached his place, he offered to have dinner. We both started to get hungry on the way anyway, so we dropped by one of his favorite restaurants just below his flat. In our conversation, I learned that he has a caucasian lover who travels a lot. He mentions him a couple of times, as delicious food is being served. He was nice and accommodating, and I wanted to get laid so all i cared about is his company.

After dinner, we went up to his flat for seconds. We undressed and kissed torridly in his room. His komodo dragon got so hard easily that foreplay was a breeze. He ate my breakfast taco for supper. I was so aroused and turned on, it gave me a woody. Then he sucked my junior good enough to condition myself to the main event.

He took out his paraphernalia for the baloney colonic - a box of rubber and a bottle of lube. Opening act: the missionaries. Different strokes, rhythmic pokes. Varying angles and degrees of pleasure. He dug deep as he plunged to me for kissing.

He re-opened the deep excavation of Carrie.

Afraid of archeological debris, I told him I had to go to the loo so he'd stop. The drilling didn't last for five minutes. Besides, we just had dinner, so I cannot be blamed if I suddenly felt like there's this giant supposutory feeling down under.

I was glad the toilet has a chocolate starfish shower - a bidet. An enema in disguise. Hihi. It took me longer to wash up than our fuck, so when I was done cleaning rosebud, he was wondering if I was okay, to which I said yes. We carried on - this time, it was more intense, more wild, as if I left him hanging in the air a while ago, and now he wants to get back at me - more like get behind me.

And so we did it in the living room. There was a set of couches - two solos on one side and one long sofa on the other. I'll never forget those fine upholstery. They were witnesses - and instruments - to the act. There, he continued his exploration in the deep horizon. It's as if he hit gold several times, but couldn't care about it. He's more happy with the digging. As I was.

Then we head to the dining area. The table had no lazy susan, but I became layla dee. He was rocking the table, like a busy construction worker with his jack hammer, or a restless Viking with his battering ram. He knew how to use his tool, and he used it really well. As he was doggying me on the edge of the table, we felt something drip and spill. The whole apartment was dark, and lighting was dependent on street lamps outside his loft. The floor was of white tiles, and we saw a small splotch below us. This is the only instance where you don't want door gifts at a party.

After cleaning up, it's round 3. Back to his room, in his bed.

(hanggang dito na muna)

I Came To Have A Party

Life's A Candy and the Sun's a Ball of Butter

I decided to give this post such a title, para may pagka-unconventional.

Parang movie na When Love Begins, na hango sa kantang "One Hello". Or ang seryeng Habang Kapiling Ka na hinugot sa liriko ng "Kahit Na".

Marami pang mga series at movie titles na hindi yun yung title ng themesong, pero kinuha sa lyrics ng theme song at yun ang ginamit na titulo ng katha. O, d b?
 


Lyrics - Don't rain On My Parade

Don't tell me not to live,
Just sit and putter,
Life's candy and the sun's
A ball of butter.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!
Don't tell me not to fly--
I've simply got to.
If someone takes a spill,
It's me and not you.
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade!
I'll march my band out,

I'll beat my drum,
And if I’m fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir.
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it!
But whether I’m the rose
Of sheer perfection,
Or freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion,
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye,


I gotta fly once,
I gotta try once,
Oh, can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, love is juicy,
Juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir!


Get ready for me, love,
’cause I’m a "comer,"
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!


I'm gonna live and live now,
Get what I want--I know how,
One roll for the whole shebang,
One throw, that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target--and wham--
One shot, one gun shot, and bam--
Hey, Mister Arnstein, here I am!


I'll march my band out,
I will beat my drum,
And if I’m fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir,
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it.


Get ready for me, love,
'cause I’m a "comer,"
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade!

Song of the Moment: Secrets By OneRepublic

I caught The Sorcerer's Apprentice last night. This song made a mark in my mind.

There are 12 songs in The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, but Secrets by OneRepublic is the song that most people will probably be looking for from the soundtrack. The song first plays when apprentice Dave is listening to the radio in his Tesla lab. An instrumental version plays again when Dave and Becky are in the cage in the middle of the lab and he’s playing music with the electric arcs. Secrets plays one last time when Dave and Becky kiss.

source: http://reelsoundtrack.wordpress.com/2010/07/15/sorcerers-apprentice-soundtrack/Enjoy the soundtrack. :-)



Lyrics c/o http://www.directlyrics.com.com/onerepublic-secrets-lyrics.html

I need another story

Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
Til' all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw wink, no
I've been on the brink, so

Chorus:
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away


My god, amazing how we got this far
It's like we're chasing all those stars
Who's driving shiny big black cars
And everyday I see the news
All the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Singing straight, too cold
I don't really like my flow, no, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

Oh, got no reason, got not shame
Got no family I can blame
Just don't let me disappear
I'mma tell you everything

So tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics never jump in line

I'm gonna give all my secrets away
So tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
All my secrets away, All my secrets away

Postscript: the hot guys of the movie

Gregory Woo (woohoo!)

Ethan Peck