horny mama

It was my usual ride back to the city. Sleeping while the Vhire was speeding its way along the hiway had been my favorite event. I felt like being swayed in a hammock. There were only 3 of us in a row, which made our seating positions more comfortable. To my left was an elderly woman in her late 40s or early 50s. She looked like a typical mom having an appointment somewhere in the city. We would have been a few inches away from each other but she put her bag on the other side of the car seat. This gave us body contact from the waist down to the thighs. To my right was an elderly man, which was of no concern to me whatsoever. My bag was on my lap while I was listening music with my iPod. Then, I felt really sleepy.

I was completely under the spell of sleep but I occasionally woke up because my elbows would slip down and land on my seatmate's hips. I noticed that the elderly mom was also asleep. She rested her weight on the other side of the van away from me. Then I really dozed off for more than an hour. When I woke up, we were already at Consolacion but I noticed that later. What I noticed first after waking up was that my elbow was now resing on the elderly mom's hips. She was still asleep and was still leaning to the other side. I straightened myself. She woke up maybe perhaps because of my motions. She also straightened herself and did some grooming.

After that she'd become a little weirder. She would glance to my side often. I never glanced back but I could see her from the corner of my eye. She would give me a deep look. It didn't bother me at first until she did it a dozen times. I drove away the thought. Maybe she's just staring the guy in front of me. Then she made that flirtatious bouncing of her hair. She would glance side to side to deliberately make her shoulder-length hair bounce.

The van went straight to Ayala. She was a little panicky. I didn't mind her at all. I checked her fingers and couldn't find a ring. Then the man on my right went out near PLDT Mabolo. I distanced myself to her. It was then that she put her hands, palms down, beside her thighs. When the vehicle made a left turn towards Ayala, she put her hands below my thighs as if it was done by accident. I was dumbfounded. I never moved a muscle. When we're almost near Ayala terminal, I could feel her fingers wriggling under my thighs. It was tickling me and I almost jumped from my seat. She was muttering on where she was and how to go to her destination. I still didn't mind her. When the van stopped in Ayala, I immediately walked out without ever turning my back.

I was not sure if it was an opportunity missed.

holiday of bore

PS2. Food. TV. Sleep. This was my routine during the entire Christmas break. I didn't even get to finish the new book I bought nor did I lit up any sort of firecracker. Well, never again after that fateful incident with my 1-year old nephew.

All in all, it was a bore. But I'm writing it anyway. And now I have nothing else to write.

Hmmmm... There was one time I thought of writing all my manitos and manitas here in Lear for the past 5 years. This maybe a good time to list 'em all.

Year 2000. My first manito was Fabs. I gave him a McJim leather wallet. (Thanks ylan, for the correction.)
Year 2001. Jojo Graciano was my manito. I gave hime a hunting knife.
Year 2002. Gugs was my manita. I gave her an Alanis Morisette original CD.
Year 2003. Christmas was spent in U.S.
Year 2004. Ting was my manita. I gave her a pearl bracelet.
Year 2005. Macelle was my manita after a scheming plot. I gave her a leather belt and an umbrella.

albums

My friends and my manito had been very generous to me. They all gave me original music albums for Christmas. I was excited considering that I never bought a single album this year.


Being a manito to Earl, he gave me Slipknot's latest, The Subliminal Verses.





Mark gave me a Gary Valenciano's Greatest Hits.







Ma'am Elline and Fabs gave me Coldplay's A Rush Of Blood To The Head.







Tag gave me 2 albums! Nirvana's Nevermind and Maroon5's Songs About Jane.









Now, I got 5 reasons to smile this Christmas.

700 for what?

It was a Sunday before the holiday break. It was the loneliest Sunday I can remember so far. It was still 8 in the evening. I already took my dinner and left with nothing else to do. Lapulapu can be such a boring place in situations like this. No decent malls or even coffee shops to hang out. I decided to go to an internet cafe to update my blog.

The internet cafe I was in had enclosed cubicle in all of their stations except for the butt down which is visible to everyone else. But everyone else were inside the cubicle so no one really cared except perhaps those people walking on the aisle looking for vacant stations. As soon as I entered the cubicle, kinky scenes were playing in my head. And the thought of updating this blog had vanished into thin air.

I immediately logged in mIRC. I know. I know. This is quite the "dino-era" chatsite but a lot of people still use this. And I'm surprised that a lot of Bisdaks still visit the #cebu channel and of course, the #cebusex channel. It's still packing up with chatters but mostly were in their early teens. As the night grew less younger, a lot of 20-something chatters joined in. But only one chatter captured my attention.

Joyce. A 19-year old student. She was living in an apartment-type boarding house in "Private" area, in front of South Bus Terminal. She was a tease. We each had our webcam and saw each other's face. She was a real turn-on. Pretty with sumptuous and sexy body. Intelligence didn't matter anymore. I was drooling. The chat went deeper until she asked to see my underwear. I was getting a boner in an instant. Good thing I wore a nice pair of white sports brief, which made the erection less concealing. I stood up, opened my pant's zipper and showed her my undies. Then she asked if she can see my dick. I hesitated for a moment. The picture of my dick all over the internet and people's inboxes didn't look like a good scene at all. She begged and finally, I gave in. I just made sure I won't expose everything all at once. At first, I only showed her the lower half, covering the other half with my hand. Then, I point straight the head towards the cam so she'll only see the head. It lasted for almost a minute. I hate to admit it but it was turning me on. Would that make me an exhibitionist?

I demanded to see her tits but the internet cafe she's in didn't have cubicles. I was already burning. I asked her if I can see her that night. She agreed and said that I have to bring 700 pesos. She's going to meet me in the gasoline station in front of South Bus Terminal. I didn't bother to ask what the 700 pesos was for.

I went home to change clothes. I decided not to bring my wallet. My pocket only contains 7 pieces of 100-peso bills and a few bucks for my fare. I was a bit afraid I would be duped and would end up beaten and a hold-up victim. But I still took my chances. Indeed, she's really gorgeous. I got what I came for.

She led me to her boarding house and to her room. Her roommate was out for the weekend and won't be back until the next day. She asked for the 700 pesos. I gave her the money and understood that she's for hire. She took my shirt off and massaged my crotch. Damn. She was good. I hugged her and grabbed her ass. She let go. She said that I can only touch her tits. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. All the time I thought 700 would bring me to heaven that night. I asked if what's the price if it's "all the way". 2,000 was her reply. I told her that 700 was all I got. She said that she can wack me off while I caressed her tits. I agreed but the thrill already subsided.

The end.

backlog

Okay. I owe this site a lot. I haven't been posting for quite sometime. The holidays took most of my time - dance practice, department christmas party and the company's christmas party plus buying gifts for my godchildren, and a lot more. A lot of interesting things had happened back then. I hope I captured all of those in my limited memory bank. Drat! I can't even remember the exact dates. I'll just put a phony date. I might be lucky. The posts from this point onward won't have the accurate date the event happened unless explicitly specified in the post.

change look

I'm not really metrosexual like some of the guys but I want to change image. I always cut my hair really really short. On my previous blogsite, I tried coming up with an English term for semi-opaw: "semi bald, not-so-bald, almost bald, or bald but not there yet". hehehe

I don't look nice in a long hair. That I learned a long long time ago but these days I like to see a different me when standing face to face with a mirror. I also have my goatee and mustache. I wonder how long I can keep this look until I feel despicable.








The red hairband costs me 5 pesos at Opon market. I only wear it though when I'm in my room.

This is how my hair looks when I'm at the office.

crazy? or unwell?

I hate to admit it but some times I get in touch and come face to face with my emotional side. It usually starts with a single event that leads into a ripple effect. All this time I thought I had this figured out. I'll say this for a fact that I'm such a B-I-G moron when it comes to dealing with emotions. Thus, the lag on my entries. At my old blog, it would take me around 3 months to muster the will to write an entry.

Why would things get so complicated when it came to this part? I see things in black and white. Period. But when emotions came into consideration it seemed like there's the whole spectrum of colors to deal with. When would it ever end? It's really that simple to understand but why, oh why, can't I make it stop? I'm no longer wishing, let alone, hoping, but still something is in there that I don't know and it's like making me insane.

One time, I was about to go to sleep when a pang of desolation came over me. There's something I need to do and I don't know what. Or something that I wanted but can't seem to figure out what exactly it is. I ended up banging my head on my pillow 'til my foolishness drove me to sleep.
Well, psychiatric help is just a phone away. hehehe...

side effect no. 2

I need to rest. The antibiotics are not doing me any good. I wonder what will become of me tomorrow.

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delete. delete. delete.

Mingbasa kog balik unya giluod man ko...
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side effect

It is official. After working 5 years in this company, I'm finally non-billable. Nada. Null. Void. Nil. Nix. Zero. Like a house rat, I'm only good for nothing but stealing for cheese. Or a leech that only lives to suck blood. Or fungi growing carelessly on a strap of a Victorinox watch. (I miss that watch. *sniff*) Well, I couldn't care less. As long as those paychecks keep on coming. My future, you say? To hell with that. I'm living each day like it would be my last... Don't really try to grasp what I'm talking here, okay. I'm having tonsilitis and I think those 500-mg antibiotics are taking its toll on my brain.

drip-drop

I wasn't really thirsty but I drank around half liter of water before I went home yesterday. Big mistake! I got a hyper-active bladder that matched with my voracious stomach. So what happened is that my body would try to secrete it in just a few minutes. But some other times, the liquid, urine, i mean, doesn't come out all at once. It would go out squirt by squirt in a time interval. Yesterday evening was no difference.

After brushing my teeth and doing my pre-sleep chore, I started to feel urinating. The bathroom is about 5 meters away from my room. I've no problem doing it the first time. But then came the second rush, then the third, and the fourth. Until I became sleepy but I can't sleep with urine on my bladder. I lose count on how many times I went to the bathroom that night. I was beginning to get pissed off.

I really don't know what kind of logic came into me(for sure, it wasn't a coherent one). The next thing I know was that I was reaching for the old newspaper I placed on the uninhabited upper deck of my bed. I took out a few pages and placed it above my trash can. I tapped the hollow center such that it will form into a sphere. After doing it, I felt another rush of urine urging for release. I aimed my piss to the concave, thinking that it will just be a few drops and will be absorbed by the paper. A few drops came out followed by another few drops, then a few drops more until I felt that there's more coming. I stopped and folded the newspaper. I really thought that everything was absorbed. But as the newspaper was folded, the piss came out sliding on the folded part and spilled into the floor. Yuck! It was a mess. I almost emptied my half-full alcohol bottle in cleaning the floor.

I hate going dumb. But in trying to appease myself for doing something as stupid as this one, I thought, well, at least it's not as gruesome as puke.

The first thing I did after waking up this morning was to bring my nose close to the floor to check if there was any stinky urine smell lingering around. Good thing there wasn't any.

text bitch

Time: 12:45am
Location: Office going to Mepz2 front gate.
Scene: Text message was received with unknown number. Below is the text conversation verbatim.

unknown #: Hi...Larga nko Manila oct.15 naa n ko work did2i'l be msin u ol,huhu... manawag ra ko. D ko kabalibad kalit2x [long gap] ang offer.. [long gap again] puli ko n BOB sa pinOY BIG BROTHER
(I don't even know who the f*ck Bob is. And even if I do, I'd never give a damn. Heck, I don't even watch the show. Well maybe because I don't have television...)
splat: kinsa man ka?
unknown #: Fanz rako ù?..Pag college..Stephany ako name.U?
splat: mga bayot ra man to ako fans. bayot pod ka? teehee..
(I don't know any bitch named Stephany in college, even in night clubs)
stephany bitch: Girl ko oi.Stil virgn pasad.U
splat: aaa bakakon ka. tanan nako kaila nga girls kay dli na virgin.. ang ako ra 4 kabuok tiya ang akng nailhan nga virgin..
stephany bitch: Kaw gud..Gusto ka ikaw una nako.Para too ka nga virgn pako.U?
splat: lami lagi na.. asa man ta kita??
stephany bitch: Kaw...Unya kaw bahala..Basn imo rako binoangan.U?
splat: kanus-a gud tawn ko nagbinoang ug mga baye.. asa man ka karon?
stephany bitch: Naa ko guadalupe..Sure ka dli ka binoang.8?
splat: ay dli tawn ko makigbinoang uy.
stephany bitch: Bantay bitaw ...
splat: unya nus-a man ta kita?
stephany bitch: Kaw..?Nus-a man imo gusto.U?
splat: inig ka sabado lang. tex lang unya ta
stephany bitch: Asa man?..Basn sakit na..
splat: sakit lang na sa permiro uy. mawala ra na kadugayan. mangita lang ta pension haus dha syudad.
stephany bitch: Na mauwaw jud ko ani..Basn nana ka asawa ha.U?
splat: dli pod ko magbinuang kung nana ko asawa uy.. ayaw lang gud kauwaw..
stephany bitch: Na ..Ambot ani oi.Hot man gud kay ka.U?
splat: wala man ko gihilantan. nanginit na diay ka diha?
(I hope she gets my line)
stephany bitch: Wala man..slep nata oi.U?Nyt2x.Swetsdreamz..
splat: nyt nyt pod. 'wetdream..

I'm gonna screw a bitch tomorrow. Woooheee!!

p.s.
clara:
splat: clara ang imong daliri kay meron HD sa akin.. mangita gyud sa ako name sa fonbuk unya magsend ug empty msg
clara: Haha, mau ba. Grr! Wa nako na lock ako fone. Gimingaw cguro ako fone nmo hehe
splat: wala man ko kadumdom nga nagka sexcapade mi sa imong fon. nakalimot lang tngali ko
clara: Basi nakatulog napud ka wa lang ka kanumdum hehe

videoke at charo's

syndrome

Scene 1.
Last Sunday evening I packed my office uniforms so I could bring it to Tiya Renia's for ironing. I kept on reminding myself to bring the 5 pieces of hot 'bingka' I bought. They tasted really good. I was a bit in a hurried state. When I was about to eat my dinner at Tiya Renia's, I just remembered that I forgot the 'bingka'. I didn't want it to be left till the next day coz it might spoil. I excused myself and headed back home to get those damn 'bingka'.

Scene 2.
After dining and ironing my office uniforms at Tiya Renia's, I went straight home. Later that night, I remembered that I needed to buy hair gel. I planned on going to Rose Pharmacy near Tamiya and then going to a PCI ATM nearby for some money. I needed to pay those damn credit cards. After buying the hair gel, I went straight home. When I was about to sleep, I just remembered that I forgot to withdraw money. I made another plan to do it tomorrow morning.

Scene 3.
I was on my way to MEPZ 2 front gate yesterday when I remembered that I needed to buy mineral water. I went to Rose Pharmacy again near Tamiya. I was heading to the fridge when I noticed the Quaker oats displayed on the rack. Then, I remembered that I planned on buying it sometime ago. So I stopped. Did some checking on the 2 colors of Quaker to see what's the difference. Then, I noticed other oat brands so I checked them out as well. I finally decided to buy the blue-colored Quaker oats. Went straight to the cashier, paid the item, headed outside and boarded a tricycle bound for Merkado. When I reached home, it just occured to me that I was supposed to buy mineral water and all I got is a goddamn Quaker oats. I cursed myself a thousand times, rammed through my drawer to see if I can find something that could hurt my stupid self. Arrrggghhh. I hate being a moron. I wanted to punish myself. I was thinking of banging my head on the wall but it would probably hurt. Then I saw a pair of scissors. I was thinking of bleeding my arm but it might be messy. I can't think of any other way of hurting myself without really getting... uhm hurt in the process. Sounds really crazy, I know.

I know somebody who has this kind of sickness. I call her Clara but in her blog she's called Aneshka. It's more appropriately called Sintclaire Syndrome. Now, I wonder if it is somewhat an early manifestation of Alzheimer's or if I contracted it from Clara, herself. hmmmm...

no cake

My world used to revolve around you. My days began and ended with you. I woshipped you, loved you and gave you all I have. Sometimes I wondered if it was enough. Though I couldn't hug you when you're sad, know that I tried my best to comfort you with the warmest words. I couldn't wipe those tears away but at those moments, I cried with you. When it came to my time and priority, you had always been second to none. But I was not there.

Remember exactly a year ago? I knew I no longer hold your heart. I was doing all I could to win you back. It was futile but I kept on hoping. Remember the cake? The watch? The flowers? The chocolates? The pair of diamond/sapphire earrings? The ankle bracelet? The bath petals? It made me a bit poorer but I wished that somehow it made you a bit happier. I was really having fun picking those choices and thinking if you'd like it. I knew you do. But I was not there.

I tried to imagine how you looked like in your dress when you described it to me. I longed for so much to see you. To see how your eyes glitter and your body giggle when you're excited about something. To see how you stomp your feet when you don't like something. To see how frightened you become when a spider crawled near you. To see how you pout your lips when you want me to do something for you. Those were heaven to me. But sadly I was not there.

There's no cake for today. Just a wish that you'll find what you're looking for. Happy birthday.


*sigh* This is what lack of sleep does to me. It turned me into an emotional dirtbag.

sex, anyone?

We had been textmates since February after I met her in a chat room. For her protection, let me call her D. She's a grade school teacher from Leyte. We had been sending text messages for quite sometime until I got bored and decided not to reply to her anymore. Then last Friday, I tried Globe unlimited text for a day for only 15 pesos. I got no one to 'text' to at that time so I ran through my celphone's phone book and 'texted' all other chatters I met online ages ago. A handful of them replied including D. She hasn't forgotten me at all. My lucky stars might have been well aligned that day because she said that she's on her way to Cebu to drop her parents off at the pier. She also said that she'll be staying for a day at the city and asked me if I'd like to meet her. A big YES was my reply. She stayed at Pacific Tourist Inn at the back of Gaisano Metro-Colon so we decided to meet up inside Gaisano Metro, Saturday 7pm. She showed up but a big disappointment crossed my yearning. She's not what I expected her to be. It's all my fault. I never asked my textmates for their statistics or face description. I thought it would be an insult. But it hit me back right at my face. Darn!

She's a tall lady, about an inch or two taller than me. White fair skin, straightened curly/wavy hair, dressed up like a teenager but she's huge, which explained the excess fat hanging on her pants. She's got pimple holes on her face, I don't know what it's called dermatologically, and she looked like she made a wrong step and fell face down on a bag of cornstarch. She's in her late 30s, I guess, but her excessive make up made her look like in mid 40s. We're not in anyway compatible in body built. She's not my type.

I was hesitating if I'll come to her and introduce myself. My celphone kept on ringing. "Asa na ka?" "Sakit na akong tiil diri ug huwat nimo." "Unsa man magpakita pa ka?" I only replied "Sorry kaayo but I chickened out." I took a jeepney to Ayala. Another message came. "Unsa mana ang chicken out?". I almost burst out into laughter had it not been for the other passengers. They might think I'm crazy. "chicken out = mingtalaw". I know she'll be furious. "Unsa man ka laki or bayot? Makasabot ra ko kung bayot ka." "Ikaw lang ra ba ang reason nganong nagstay ko ug dugay diri." The last message made my heart sober but it's already too late to go back.

ad lib: I met Tisha in Ayala with some guy friend. They look so perfect for a couple.

I had my dinner alone at Ayala and made hundreds of apologies to her. I explained that it's my first time to meet someone and that my knees were literally shaking when I'm about to approach her. I was expecting the worse but she bought my bluff. She said that she's going to the pier for the 10pm boat to Leyte. I went home and realized that I was asking Macelle earlier that day if she's interested in watching a movie with me. She replied that she, Lany and Melany might be going to SM for a last full show. I was using my alternate SIM card and when I swapped my original SIM, messages from Macelle and Lany came in. I couldn't make it anymore for the 9:30 movie. Then I swapped back my alternate SIM. D 'texted' that she's not able to make it for the 10pm boat and was back at the pension house. She asked me one last time if I would be brave enough to meet her that night. I refused. A text message from another chatmate woke me up at around 2:30 in the morning. She was telling me about something and I just replied half awake. Until I finally dozed off.

As early as 7:30 in the morning, my phone rang. It was D. I answered in a very sleepy voice and then she explained to me, like a mother explaining something important to her child, that I don't have to be ashamed or afraid. All she wanted was to meet me. She's not going to harm me or anything. Then she asked me if I can come to the pension house. I said yes. She made sure that I'm fully conscious with my commitment. I couldn't contain my urges so at around 8, I dressed up and headed straight to Pacific Tourist Inn, room 303.

I knocked. "Abli na!", was the reply from the voice inside the room. The door was not locked. There she was in a nightie but still the same make up, and half covered with a blanket. The dark room helped a lot in improving her countenance. Then came the barrage of questions. I answered them as patiently as I could. Then I told her that I needed to take a shower. When I took my clothes off she remarked that I have a sexier body than hers. She asked for my waitsline measurement and I replied, "29". She said that hers is 32.

After the shower, I wore the extra black brief I brought along with me and dug myself inside the bed cover. She mechanically put her big legs around my stomach and fondled my crotch with her thick legs. The weight of her legs around me didn't feel erotic at all so I didn't go into "super bulge". After some dry conversation, she wrapped her arms around me. I felt like a house lizard hugged by a lamp post. Things heated up eventually. All I can say is that she's a good licker. And I'm a bit ticklish when it comes to body licking. If only she can be a little bit mobile. She even offered to lick my ass, which I promptly declined. But all those time, I kept my eyes closed. I was imagining it was Angelina Jolie I'm hugging. It helped a little.

After I took a second shower, got dressed and was about to leave, she asked me how much would I pay for the fare going back to where I came from. I answered around 150. She gave me 200 and I didn't refuse the offer. Then she made more cuddling and kissing with me. When I left the pension house, I felt like a gigolo having successfully served a client. It wasn't that bad after all compared Saturday last weekend, where I have to exhaust myself with 4 rounds of self-induced orgasm to satisfy my urges.

weekends and parties

No, I am not going into an emotional epoch nor into a social withdrawal, or any of that sort, considering my last blog. I was not posting much because I was busy. I was busy planning my life - job offer, residence transfer, new work, new friends, new life. But amidst all that I was busy partying during weekends. For 5 straight weekends I was out there in the night, with friends, bars, lights, beat, bodies colliding, sweat trickling and despite the "cold" (translated as 'rainy') weather, heat was rising everywhere.

5 weekends ago, it was Harry's birthday (Cleng's brother). We went at Cleng's for some food and liquor. For unexplained reason, Auxie got tipsy after we finished a bottle of vodka and gin. She was knocking things out and making fun of herself. I lay down at the couch and she leaned herself across my body. I was not sure if she was teasing me or if it was all out of drunkeness (although I pray it was the former hehe). She kept on telling me, like drunkards do, if I am harmless because she is harmful. She added that anyone who accompany her home must sleep beside her. I could feel my cock jumping out in joy. I wondered if she noticed it. Her back was leaning tight to my stomach. I jokingly replied that I am harmless and she needed not worry because I'm gay. She didn't buy my joke. At those moment, I noticed Anne sitting at the back, observing or more likely, chaperoning if anything kinky would turn up between Auxie and me. I thought to myself, "Don't get jealous, Anne. You'll have your share. And besides your husband's here". I wonder if it was just alcohol or I was really right about Anne. Anyway, nothing happened. Jaylyn wouldn't allow me to accompany Auxie home.

4 weekends ago, I was in a birthday party at Sto. Nino village. It was Jen's (Norman's older sister). There was only a videoke to keep us sane but most importantly there was Johnny Walker (and a black label, i may add). A liter passed by quickly and we thought that was it but then another liter came out. After that there was another one. Halfway through the 3rd bottle, all 5 of us - Norman, Cleng, Anne, Marie and me - decided to go to The Village to see if anything there will amuse us. I sensed intoxication in all 5 us - uncontrollable laughter, extraordinarily loud voices that sometimes turned into outbursts, uncomprehensible exchange of thoughts (which, miracurously, were comprehended by all of us), slurred speech, and, of course, English-speaking conversations. If only I could watch us in a better perspective and sober, I could hurt my stomach laughing. It was already 2 in the morning and we expected all bars to be closed. But The Courtyard, much to our surprise, would close at 4. For 2 hours straight, we were on the dancefloor jumping and shouting more than dancing. Then Anne came close to me and seducingly invited me for a one-on-one dance trip. I gladly accepted the challenge. There were brushing of lips, sly caressing of boobs, butt fondling and lots of hugging. If her husband saw us, I would be dead right there and then. We ended at 3:30 in the morning, argued for an hour if we were to eat burger or noodles or drink coffee and then, holding a beer in plastic cups, throw the contents of it all over us. Smelling beer and cigarette, we went home at around 5 in the morning, no burger or noddles or coffee to sober us down.

3 weekends ago, a Friday night, I found myself in The Courtyard, again. This time it's with Tisha and Mulay. After a cup of coffee at Starbucks, Ayala, we decided to heat up. For the 2nd weekend around, I saw Shosho in The Courtyard with some friends. It was at this moment when it occured to me that I was not as young and as aggressive dancer as I was 10 years ago. I couldn't keep up with Tisha grinding almost all the time. My knees started to waggle after a couple of hours of grinding. I missed my younger self when dancing all day felt like a walk in the park. Tisha was paired back and forth by Mulay and me (she did it with ease and grace) until Mulay met some girl who started to dirty dance with him. So Tisha was left with me. We did ballroom dancing or whatever it's called. I'm not into ballroom. Party ended at 4 in the morning. Hot chocolate at Bo's before heading home. On a Saturday night, I was expecting a long nice sleep but Marie, Cleng and Auxie came home at around 11 in the evening. They dragged me and Norman for a ride. We planned to dine at Formo, a hip new restobar at Banilad Town Center. But when we got there, we felt so underdressed. We're only wearing shorts and shirts while people there are in there party attire. We skipped Formo and headed to Yellow Cab. We went in the parking lot between The Village and NEC with pizza and beer. They planned to go to The Courtyard but I swear to them that I will not be going in there that night over my dead body. So we stayed in the parking lot until we consumed our pizza and beer. We dropped Cleng home and headed to Auxie's place. We decided to have a night in there. Since we were all sober, nothing kinky happened. On Sunday evening, we headed to USC-TC. It was USC founder's day and Anne got a ticket for us for a free dinner. There were mardigras, followed by dancing performances and then by pantomimes. It was already 9 and dinner hadn't been served yet. Damn SVDs. I was dressed up expecting to dine with former instructors and SVD priests. But packed meal was served. We were only given puso, pork barbecue and pansit. Inatay!

2 weekends ago, I thought I would never go disco dancing again. Well, maybe after a month rest. Tisha invited me for a boracay (hard liquor, condensed milk, coffee and probably chocolate powder - mixed and stirred) in her apartment. Brian and Jeffrey were also there and Charo, of course. Brian brought a guitar, which he expertly strung to some alternative music. At 10, Mulay invited us for another dance session at Pump (formerly Jukebox). I was about to say no but Tisha was quite excited about dancing. So I gave my approval. Charo went along. Brian and Jeffrey had to go home. Not much has changed in the interior of Pump, except for the podium, which used to stage local bands, that is now part of the dance floor. Mulay was with some lady friends. Tisha, Charo and me were going wild on the dancefloor. Tisha was all out when it comes to dancing. It was Charo that I still need some coaxing. Maybe if we had consumed a gallon of beer that wouldn't be much of a problem. It was a big responsibility on my part to dirty dance with 2 ladies. I did all I can so that no one would be left out or feel left out. At the same time, I was doing all I can not to be tempted with my urges. I cannot deny the fact that I'm dancing between these ladies. The idea turned me on. However, knowing another fact that they are my friends and a close one for that matter, turned, whatever kinky idea I have, off. We simply needed more alcohol and perhaps some candy. hehehehe. I dubbed Tisha, The Grind Queen, at that night. Though I still need to tell her that. We ended at around 3 in the morning.

Last weekend, we went to Kahayag to chill out with some underground local bands, thank heavens. And what do you know, it was Tisha, Mulay and me, again. I say we were spending weekends prodigally until Tisha goes out of the country for good. Not much happened that night. Went home at around 2am.

rainy season

"Uyab na mi pero dili pa official." Then it rained until it poured. I closed my eyes, grabbed my blanket and hoped sleep will come to me soon but my mind wandered into an abyss. Memories are more haunting as I expect them to be. Then suddenly all songs sounded lamenting even Nirvana. (But if Slipknot or Mudvayne started to sound sad, I better pack up, go and check myself in a psychiatric ward.)

Yes, it hurt terribly but I was getting used to it for the past couple of years. I'm not furious nor am I disappointed. I never planned to retaliate as what most people would do (I presume). I'm sad - no more, no less. I welcomed it when it came knocking on my door. And so shall I let go of it when it wanted to depart. It has never been mine anyway.

It is hard framing a smile on my face when all I want is to be left alone and be miserable. Harder still is that people expect me to act as the usual bastard that I am but never a miserable one, and can't be taken seriously once I started to feel and act as one.

It has been a week now and I survived. My guess is I will survive this for the next few weeks and then for the next few months. Until it will hurt no more.

P.S.
Never in my history of existence did a girl dumped me. (Except Rubylyn, the courtship was as pretentious as GMA's public apology.) It has always been the other way around. I don't know if this one counts. It probably wouldn't. Nobody can dump you if there has never been You all along.

no shit!

I am feeling shitty today, figuratively and literally. 4 consecutive days of pigging out has now started to claim its prize. The Camotes adventure last Saturday and Sunday - where all 7 of us have to eat the food for 12 people. Fabs and Elline's wedding last Monday - where the food just overflows. Then yesterday was my nephew's birthday. I'm surely going to hell with all those foods I overly consumed - but with gusto, of course.

I woke up at around 1:30am today and sprinted my way to the bathroom. Here goes my punishment. Yes, it was a watery loosened bowel. Doesn't the English dictionary have a single term for this? Diarrhea sounds too professional. Something like "igit" in Bisaya. I'll just call it whit, short for wet shit. (No offense to Webster, Oxford and Miriam. This is my blog and there's nothing you can do about it.) I was about to go out of the bathroom but before I can reach the door handle, I can feel the gush of whit urging for an immediate release. I was frantically taking off my shorts and briefs. Before my buns can reach the rim of the bowl, there goes whit streaming like water in a fireman's hose. When I went back to bed, I have a bad feeling I will repeat this performance in a short while. Indeed, I woke up at around 4:30am and did the same thing.

It was around 8:30am, when I finished taking my bath. I'm planning to be here in the office on or before 9:00am. I left the room at around 8:45am, opened the front gate and took about 5 steps when I felt like farting. But it wasn't just a fart. Yes, it was whit! I started to sweat and headed back to my room. I can feel that it went all the way to my briefs. I was trying to be very careful on my walking because I don't want it to ever touch my trousers (Heaven, forbid!). So I looked like a zoombie walking without bending my knee and I still have to climb a few steps. I took off my pants and briefs when I went inside my room and confirmed my hypothesis. If it hadn't been one of my favorite briefs, I would've thrown it away. So, in the corner of my room lays a "soiled" pair of briefs. (I need to wash it this evening.)

Right now, I'm so exhausted and still praying it won't ever happen inside the office.

a stag party, camotes and a wedding

4 days went by and I felt like a whole month passed through me. A lot of things happened. Let me recount it as best as I can. Last Friday evening was Fabs' stag party. Saturday early morning, I was riding a pump boat going to Camotes (at last!). Monday afternoon was Fabs and Elline's wedding.

The stag party last Friday was, well, nice. It would've been superb if the 3 attractive hookers contacted earlier by the organizers were pre-informed that they will be lap-pet-fondle dancing the groom. Damn that money-hungry pimp who did not mention anything about what his girls should do. 11pm and nothing happened. Everybody started to get agitated. The girls were confronted. But they only said they don't like dancing. They're only there for the fucking. "Kayat ra man amo. Dili mi anang sayaw-sayaw." People got frustrated. They won't agree if all 15 of us fuck them one by one. It would be unfair if only 3 of us fuck them. Damn. I paid 400 pesos for the show. The girls are paid 5,000 pesos. I felt wasted for that one girl who has this really nice pair of boobs and round body. Yum. Yum. I get a boner imagining her and me in that bed all night long. Whew!

They were sent back to the casa. Fortunately, we got a refund of 3,500 pesos. They went straight to Little Mermaid to pick Yan, the dancer at Roy's stag party, and another dancer. It was 2am when the dancers arrived at the motel. The show immeidately started. The 2nd dancer was good. She surely knew how to do her thing. Although most of the dancing happened on Fabs' lap, groin, face and *toot*, she made a round to each and everyone of us. She's a hot girl, I tell you. When she came to me on the bed, I swear I could fuck her right there and then. I was so goddamn horny. I haven't relieved myself for quite some time. But she immediately let go of my grasp when I started to grope her breast. I was thinking of telling her that I am willing to pay extra charges but the other guys were anxiously waiting for their turn. So I let her go. *sigh*

At 3am, I went home. I had a scheduled trip to Camotes at 6 in the morning. I needed to pack and help Norman carry the tent and the speakers. There were supposed to be 12 of us but only 7 made it. 3 guys and 4 ladies - 2 are maried :'(

The weather wasn' that cooperative. I was constantly interrupted with my much needed sleep by the sea waves splashing to my face. We arrived at Mangudlong Beach Resort at 9am and by that time the sun started to shine. The place is really nice. The whole afternoon passed and all we could do was dance, booze and swim with a whole lot of laughing. People started to get crazy.

One of the married ladies was Anne. She's not really my type but I could sense she liked me. While dancing we did a little smacking here and there.

After dinner, boozing continued inside the room. We were halfway on our 2nd liter of vodka and the ladies started to strip dance. (Not all the way though. Only the tops came out, excluding the bra. Darn!) I was about to go inside the rest room to pee when the 2 single ladies followed me. I was drunk and before I could restrain myself (1 of those ladies is a very close friend), I got a candy and told them that we're going to pass it among the 3 of us without the use of our hands. (It's actually a little trick I used to play with my ex-girlfriend and her friend to engage in a threesome, and even a foursome during the second time!) It's sort of kissing them with "indirect" intention. Due to heavy alcohol intake, they played along. But they're not drunk enough to go all the way.

I have no idea what time we went to bed. Marie was showing her tantrums. We had to ease her because the occupants in the other room were comlaining. I slept beside Anne. We covered ourselves with a blanket so others won't see us smacking and french kissing and doing all those things. I'm too drunk to remember what actually happened. Maybe I fell asleep while all those tongue-fighting and saliva-swapping going on. I remember that cruel horoscope that says Virgo people sleep while fucking.

I was being a glutton yesterday in Fabs and Elline's brithday..., err wedding, I mean (I hate stupid keyboards.). And still the food was overflowing. I could no longer take one single food, not even water. My stomach felt like it's going to blow anytime. I should tell this to a priest.

java games

For reasons beyond my comprehension, I was playing a java game on my cellphone (Ancient Empire by MacroMedia) like it would be my last. I slept at around 4am this morning. I really don't know what came into me. This game has been in my cellphone for almost a year now and I have played it a dozen times already. But yesterday the game was just so overpoweringly irresistible. It's like being hypnotized by Enchantress (Asgardian creature i.e. Thor, Loki, Odin) and made to forget everything. Or to put it simply, it's like being invited to have sex with Angelina Jolie.

A day before yesterday, I ended up sleeping at around 2am because of Q*Bert, a Java game (again) from my Tiya's SE T610 cellphone.

It must be the cold weather that turned me into "this". I need to get laid this week.

the quest for camotes

I was supposed to be basking under the Camotes sun (if there would be any) last weekend with 3 of my friends. Sadly, an unexpected appointment got through my schedule on that same day and there's no way of cancelling it, let alone postponing it. We were all packed up with our bags and a strong urge to go somewhere and unwind.

It was around 2 in the afternoon when we scheduled a Bohol trip via Tubigon. Undecided as we always are, we couldn't picture out the best place to visit and it would be quite late when we arrive there. For these reasons, Bohol trip was cancelled. Moalboal popped out of our mouth. But none of us got personal transport. We called Mar and Janice if they can join us (Both of them have their own transport). But none can make it. Moalboal was cancelled. On a table in SM foodcourt, we swore to go to Mountain View Resort in Lahug by hook or by crook and let no man interfere with that.

It was raining but we did not let it stop us. The jeepney we rode going up the mountain stopped at the foot of Mountain View. We had to trail the steep road going up. With the heavy bag, I felt rolling my way back down. But we made it. There were only 3 of us but it was fun. Gin, tong-its, videoke and cigarette were enough to make us deranged and enjoy the rest of the night. There were some hot chiks I stumbled during the videoke session but I was too drunk to remember their names or even ask for their numbers. Darn! I missed screwing hot chiks during night outs. *sigh* Those were the days.

One thing I really liked in Mountain View is the refreshing view when I woke up in the morning. It's a perfect place to laze around and relax. My weekend was made.

van-for-hire

I was in a van-for-hire going to Bogo last Saturday afternoon. Ecstatic. That best describes my emotion at that time considering the fact that I never visited there for the last 4 months. My 2-year old nephew, Tapol, was jumping with joy when he saw... uhmmm... That's not really my story here.

When riding in a crowded vehicle, there are 3 things that totally piss me off.
1) Sitting next to a bulk of fat or a big chunk of muscles or a combination.
2) Sitting next to a malodorous body i.e. smelly armpit, rotten feet, stinky breath, etc.
3) Sitting next to a dozed off boozer.

While I was in the van, Lady Luck must've scorned me so much because I happen to be seated at the rightmost and beside me was a man who is all 3 of those I mentioned above. Well, almost. He's bulky, wearing a strong perfume (it's as potent as a pungent vagina!) and sleeping soundly. Thank heavens, he's not drunk.

What triggered my dilemma was that he was literally putting his weight on me while dozing off. I felt like a fly squatted against a brick wall with a slipper. He would sometimes bend his head sideward in such a way that it was resting on my shoulder. Poor me. I'm just a mere 5'4", 125-pounder with a small build.

I was hoping he would be tag then I wouldn't mind the weight at all even if he started to climb on top of me. teehehehe... I constantly shrugged my shoulder to wake him up. And in one point, instantaneously bended over so he would fall from his slumber. He mumbled something and adjusted his seating so he wouldn't harass me unintentionally. A wicked smile crossed my face. After some time, he excused himself and bended over so I can rest my back on the seat. I was moved and dismissed all unholy things I am planning on him.

pizza and the thereafter

I got to admit. I was having the time of my life when Lander bought 2 boxes of 14-inch yellow cab pizza yester-night after a couple of sets in the bowling alley. There were 6 of us and only 3 are serious pizza-eaters (that includes myself, of course!).

I was engulfing bite after bite of those god-made treat until I consumed 4 slices. I went home filled with delight. I was about to sleep when my tummy was grumbling. I went to the restroom to do my thing and went to sleep at around 1:30 in the morning.

5AM and I woke up sweating profusely and as thirsty as hell itself. I consumed almost a quart of water and readied myself to bed. My sweating didn't stop and my body's not in the mood for sleeping. I went to the bathroom and as expected my tummy wanted relief. So I did my thing again and went back to sleep. I woke up quarter past 8 in the morning and took a bath. But before I turn on the shower there goes my tummy again asking for a third relief. Now, this time my ass was beginning to feel pain for the couple of "reliefs" I did for the past 4 hours. As I sat on the bowl, I was actually muttering some prayer hoping it wouldn't hurt. I took a deep breath and pushed slowly. But as soon as it came out, my God, it hurts like hell! I almost cried in pain. But I survived... Whew!

taking the next step

WHOA! this is neat. cool features we got here, eh? pictures, links, colored fonts, bold fonts, italic fonts, entry formating and even themes. this is awesome!

i'm so getting used with my antediluvian personal blog-site. i was keeping it for more than a year now and i finally decided to, well, take the next step. i'm kinda sad to leave it behind. we'd been such a company and now i have to say goodbye. oh well, 'got to move on.

hmmm... another eon of blogging...