early gift

I must have been very good this year. I receive my Christmas gift early. I have a feeling that 2008 would be a very exciting year for me. 'Can't wait..... :)

THE season

This might sound a bit late considering the fact that it's already halfway through the month. But I'll say it anyway... Alas!!! December has come!!! It's Christmas season once again!!! There are a lot of cliches I wanted to write about Christmas but duh! just read somebody else's blog about it.

The department Christmas party was held the very first day of December at Krua Thai, BTC.




My manita gave me exactly what I asked for but, fearing for my soul, I guess, she also gave me a booklet for a spiritual reading.




The company Christmas party will be held this Friday at Cebu International Convention Center (CICC) and it will be Christmas vacation after that!!!! Cool eh?



Although I was a bit dressed up last Friday night, I still went to Colon St. (again) to see this Night Bazaar after a hearty Japanese meal. They have the street closed from Jones Ave. intersection all the way to Junquera St. intersection. You can find a lot of goodies in there - local fruits (buongon, oranges, guavas and others), shoes, sandals, toys, shirts, bags, tribal necklaces and pulseras (I forgot the English term aning hinampak), accessories and so much more. Of course, there are barbecue stands if ever you get hungry rummaging the displays. I got a few toys and a couple of coin purse for my cousins, nephews and nieces. If you're looking for a nice savings on your Christmas gifts, drop by at the area. And always haggle for the prices. There was this toy that I wanted to buy for my nephew. The first store priced it at 45 pesos. The second store at 60 pesos. Then finally I was able to buy it at 20 pesos.



Last Saturday, I did a very unusual thing. I went with the Validation group to do some Samaritan work. There was this misfortunate community in Tabor Hills in Talamban that we spent time with. This outreach program was really for the children. There were a lot of games, singing and dancing and eating. I learned that eating in Jolibee can be the ultimate happiness to a lot of children. The weather's very hot. It was exhausting but exhilarating as well. If you can just see the smile on those children's faces, you know that the effort was worth all your while.

scary movie

My head was spinning while reading a 200-page manual of MOST specification. Damn!! Too many methods and properties and classes and objects to get acquainted with. Though I'm quite excited to start this project, I was reading like mad since last week. MOST specification is 242 pages thick while the BMW MOST function catalogue is like 2,200++. Syeeeet!!!!!!! Well, I really don't need all 2,000 pages of information. Just around 200, I guess.

Okay, I'm done bitching about my work. Now, deep breath. Find my center. Relax..... and blog. hehehehe

I made my Sunday exciting last weekend by strolling around Colon area. I've never done this for quite a long time. Back in college days, I always go there to feel and breath the city. Up to now, I equated Cebu City to Colon area. If you haven't been around in that place then you haven't been to Cebu City at all. But when you decided to do it, be sure to dress shabbily. Never wear any jewelry and do not bring your wallet!!! And use your oldest mobile phone. These I all did. It never failed to give me a nice feeling seeing and bumping a lot of people going to and fro with their own business. Street vendors trying to impress passerby with their wares. You can actually find a lot of cheap items in there that are sold almost twice as much in trendy malls.

I'm not satisfied by just going from corner to corner. I'd also like to know what's going on in each corner. You can do this by striking a conversation with say, the cigarette vendors. Buy a 2-peso worth of candies and start a conversation but never make it sound serious so they wouldn't think you're some kind of a detective. Be affable. This means staying in one corner or perhaps along the sidewalk grills and bathing all the dust and smoke coming from jeepneys and cars passing by. But I learned to be street smart out of this. I learned that there are people out on the street who would buy stolen items of any kind, the usual pimps, or even tarts, a few drug dealers (they usually abound in Panagdait, Ermita and Pasil area), drug users (specially kids sniffing rugby discreetly) and some snatchers.

It was around 6 in the evening when I passed by Ultravistarama. I watched a lot of Hollywood movies in this cinema during its heyday. In fact, it was one of the best cinemas in the city before SM and Ayala were built. It is still in business but it was showing a lewd film starred by Isko Moreno, Elizabeth Oropesa(as his mother), and an unknown young and sexy bombshell. I was not yet ready to go home so I decided what the heck, I'll watch this movie. I paid for the Balcony seating.

The first thing I noticed when I went inside was the people or men standing along the passageway and giving me a stare. I felt nervous but shrugged off the feeling. There were only a handful of people inside the cinema and the movie hadn't started yet. I seated myself on the center of the right column. Another thing I noticed were some of those men in the passageway walking up and down the aisle. Maybe they're looking for the best seat and immediately dismissed the thought.

A few minutes after the movie started, a couple - most probably boyfriend and girlfriend - sat a few rows below me. The guy immediately went to business. Kissing the girl, petting and God- knows-what-else. I smiled to myself. What a cheap way to have illicit sex. Then a guy sat behind me. The movie was a hardcore bore. It's either the projector is old or the film itself is old. The vertical lines were very apparent on the screen and the sound system!! My goodness!! I would prefer watching anything on my TV at home anytime. And that's exactly what I wished after a horrifying event. The guy behind me bended over and murmured something to me. I didn't quite get it and since I was concentrating on the movie dialogue, I replied "okei ra bai."

He got up and sat beside me. I was getting nervous. He has a stocky build and could easily out-wrestle me.
Guy: Magpa-chupa ka bai? --Would you like to get a blowjob?
ako: HUH?? (I was startled and couldn't believe what I just heard.)
Guy: Magpa-chupa ka? --Would you like to get a blowjob?
ako: HUH?? (I couldn't move. My heart started to beat like a THX-certified bass sub-system. I heard him right the first time.)
Guy: Kuan man gyud, bai. Ang kasagaran man gyud mosulod diri kay mga bisexuals man gyud. --Most people who came here are bisexuals-- (I think he sensed the shock on my face.) Sige na kag ari? --Do you come to this place all the time?
ako: Karon pa --Just now (Waaaah!!! I wanna get out!!!)
Guy: Magpabayad ka? --Are you for hire?
ako: Dili ko, bai. --No, I'm not (He was blocking my way out of the row.)

He got up and headed out. Thank heavens!!! I was about to go out too but decided to stay for a while because he might think I followed him. Big mistake!!!

Moments later he came back with 2 companions. My heart beat like it's gonna rip out of my ribcage. My knees were really shaking. Then all those stories about getting raped inside a cinema came flooding to my brain. Syeeet!!! I don't wanna be gang raped.

Guy1: Okei ra ka, bai? --Are you okay?
ako: Okei ra, bai. Gawas nako. --I'm okay. I want to go out now.
Guy1: Ayaw sa gud. Ari usa ta. --Wait. Let's just stay here for a while. (He and his other companions were blocking the way.)

He introduced his other companions and I nodded my head making sure not to give away my awful fright. They were asking me some things which I could no longer recall because all the time I was thinking how to get out of that place. Then,

Guy1: Okei ra nimo kung magperform sila diri? --Is it okay for you if these guys perform? (Pointing to his 2 companions.)
ako: HUH??
Guy2: Ikaw lang chupa sa ako. --Give me a blowjob. (Talking to Guy3.)

Guy2 stood up and sat on the backrest of the chair in front of Guy3. He unzipped his jeans. I have to go out! I have to go out! I have to go out! I murmured this to myself. I immediately jumped on the seat in front of me even though I wasn't sure where I would land. Luckily, I landed on my 2 feet. I scrambled my way out of the cinema and almost toppled over because my knees were shaking.

My knees stopped shaking only when I was walking again on Colon street. But my heart was still beating fast like crazy. It felt like getting through a life and death situation.

It was the scariest movie experience of all time. I swear to myself to never, ever, ever again go in that cinema or any cinema in Colon for that matter.

deja vu

November started very interesting for me. I was at my Mom's last Nov 1st to celebrate the Filipino tradition of Kalag-kalag. The usual trip with my friends when I'm in town is to hit the videoke bars. We went to Pantalan where a strip of videoke bars trace both sides of the road. There I met Jenny, the itchy. She was busy entertaining other costumers but after an hour or two sat besides me and fondled me. Well actually we're fondling each other.

The next day, I went back to my place. Early morning the following day, I got a call from my 40-year-old-something, 200-lb married friend from Germany. She was horny. I was horny. We fucked on the phone. Once again, she wanted me to ass-fuck her.

Last Sunday, Nov 4th, I received a text message from an acquaintance. She was a teacher from Leyte, which I shall call Ms. D. She was on her way to the city and asked me if we can see each other. With nothing much to do that day, I said yes. She arrived around 10pm and wanted me to meet her at her room at Century Plaza Hotel in Pelaez St.

She looked nicer. Not much makeup on and I think she lost a few pounds. She asked me if I know how to massage because she was so damn tired with all the activities she did on Nov 2nd. I hesitated only for a minute.

She immediately stripped her clothes off and told me to do the same. I left my boxers on. She kept on telling me that I was a good masseur and let out a soft moan every now and then. It gave me a hard-on. I started to do some sensual massage the best way I can. I ran my fingers up from her calf to her legs ending with a gentle contact on her labia. She was wet after a few minutes. With my palms on her butt, I pushed her firmly on the bed with a moderate squeeze, released and pushed again. She was good at making those erotic moans.

I was on my knees between her legs, ran my fingers from her butt to her shoulders, massaged it gently and made sure my boner inside my boxers touched her wet pussy. I gently touched my body on her back and, while my fingers were busy with the massage on her shoulder, breathed at the back of her neck. I did this while slowly humping her from behind. It was not an easy task, I tell you. You need to have concentration to make every move coordinate. I ran my fingers down to her butt then slowly went up to her shoulders again. She was ecstatic and told me to take off my boxers. I wasn't sure if I'll go all the way. She pleaded. I gave up. She tipped me hundred pesos more.

I still can't believe everything happened in a span of 4 days.

tongue stroke

I was a subscriber of Playboy magazine few years back but there's only 1 article that really captured my fancy. I could no longer remember the exact words but it was something like this - The number 1 sex fantasy of most men (in USA, I presume) is to have their girl lick their butt/butthole while masturbating their cock.

I didn't approve of this. It sounds revolting specially if I tried to picture it out. She would lick some shit in there!!!!!! No way, I said, but I have to admit, it got me curious though. So I put this on the list of things to do before I turned 30. Someday I could hire a whore perhaps to do this messy job.

On a few occasions when I talk to some women of the street, I would drop some hint about this. Most of the time, they wouldn't agree to do it. But there were a few who were open to the idea and a handful had actually done it. "As long as it is clean", they said, "and extra bucks for that extra service. A shower is a must and the buttocks have to be scrubbed thoroughly."

On a rainy night last August, I let out a loud yelp as the girl ran her tongue in my butthole. Syeeeeeet!!!!!!!!! Giloooooook!!!!!!!!!! (The number of exclamation marks really justifies my sensation at that time.) I can't stand too much tickle but at the same time it was titillating and was giving me a superb hard-on. We were in the shower as I suggested for emergency purposes. Another one long tongue stroke and I bit my finger and raised my feet. I can't take this anymore. I was panting and it makes my hair stand on end.

I looked at the girl and she was smiling. I think the bitch was enjoying seeing my reaction. I told her it's enough and went to the normal "act". I never kissed her.

unfotunate events

Although I've been enjoying my sexlife for most of the time, I can't really say the same for my, uhmmm, lovelife. Syet!! I'ts kinda awkward saying that. It's giving me goosebumps... Lovelife... Syet! Luod gyud!

To give you an idea of what I was babbling about, Let me share you some of my life's unfortunate events.

At 21 years old, a few months after college, I thought that will be the end of my happy days. Although ironically my happy days haven't really started yet. You see, I hooked up with this girl that I had no intention of getting serious with. At first, I thought it's just an ordinary one-night stand. Then there's the second one-night stand or whatever it's called. The problem was she was thinking about long-term plans all the while. Eventually, I broke up with her after which a series of drama events took place.

I was breathing fresh air after that then I immediately resumed to the more important business. While I was busy doing some Houdini stuff with the girl I mentioned above (let's call her Ms. X), a blossoming relationship that started, before all the hoopla with Ms. X, got a setback. There was this girl I really liked long before Ms. X came to the scene. I was planning to ask her to be my girlfriend but got cold feet instead. I didn't have the confidence yet. It was easier for Ms. X because it was more on lust and I didn't have to talk much.

I wanted to pick up where we left off but I guess I was too late. I did try everything I could though. Mobile phones weren't that affordable and accessible at that time so I solely relied on line phones. I called her many times trying to set up a date. Most of the time it will just be me waiting for my date that will never come. And when she did make it, she looked perturbed and would stay for only a few minutes. Finally, I gathered all my courage and set up this one date where I have to tell her or else... We were to meet in Ayala. I think it was on a Saturday. I made her a card the night before, professing my... you know... I bought her a long-stemmed red rose, which costed me much considering my meager allowance at that time. She never came. I waited for almost 3 hours thinking that she might be caught up in a traffic or in an emergency meeting. After that, I gave up and moved on.

A few years after that I was on the verge of having the one. The one girl that I will.. uhmmm... you know... my whole life. I had everything figured out. The courtship, the engagement and even how we will live our life together. Sadly things didn't turn out the way we planned. Click here for more details.

Then there was this nice girl that came along. We dated for a short time. I liked her a lot but at that time I wasn't completely ready to have a relationship. On the other hand, she also had a boyfriend. I send mixed signals, I guess. There's this part that liked to know more about her but there was also a part that wanted to remain faithful to "The One". Anyway, she married her boyfriend.

The next year I started dating another girl. I really thought she'll be the one to stitch up all the pieces of my broken heart. We dated and connected well. I was scheduled for a trip to Europe and, by good fortune, she too was scheduled for a trip to Europe. The bad part was, we were to go on different countries. Nevertheless, I was ecstatic. We made some vague plans to go to Paris. Then it hit me, I will ask her to be my girlfriend when we were at the top of Eiffel Tower. Someone told me that it's very romantic up there.

I scoured the internet for Paris trips and lodgings. I planned for the best dates, the cheapest airfares, the cheapest hotels with the nicest view over the city. Unfortunately, the inevitable happened. We were really not there for sight seeing. So if work demanded your time, you can't help but say yes. The Paris trip never happend though she was able to go there with some friends.

Okay. This is making me woozy. I think I need to go and puke. Too much emotion is making me sick. teehee...

september

I can't possibly go on with this blog without saying something about September. Aside from the fact that it is my birth month, which I think I share with more people here in the Philippines than those born in other months (I wasn't able to find facts about this though), it marks the onset of Christmas season. The start of -ber months as my grandpa used to tell me.

As a tradition in Belgium, there is a day in September where people celebrate free sex! How cool is that! I will put this on my list of must-go places before I die. And I need to go there while my libido is still at the top of the scale. Otherwise it would be pointless, figuratively and literally speaking.

September is also the month where FHM Philippines features Jaymee Joaquin as their online babe. I don't know about you guys but I surely can make myself cum just by looking at her on TV. I know it sounds absurd but come on. Those lips. The body. The smile. Throw in that bubbling personality and I'll go straight to cloud 9 faster than I can say Games Uplate Live.

I've never been obsessed with celebrities before except some rare occasions when I masturbated watching those sexy online photos of Angelina Jolie in an internet cafe. But Jaymee, she's just different. I usually loathed watching game shows and noon-time shows. It is an insult to my intellect. But 4 months ago when I happen to switch my TV on during the wee hours of the night, there she was, hosting a late night game show and radiating that effervescent personality which acts like an instant magnet to me.

From then on, I got hooked up. I watched the show even if I find it unpleasant (I was thinking of a stronger word but dropped it instead because it might offend Jaymee.). All the time, I just sit in front of the TV and ogle at her. I smile when she smiles, which she does very often by the way. I jump on my seat when she jumps because somebody answered the quiz. She crinkles her nose or bites her lower lip and puts her hands on her hips when she's angry. But it doesn't matter if she's angry, she looks adorable all the same. I love it when she teases her "Tito Mario" with those red-hot lips.

She likes big cars and drives a cool Mitsubishi L200 pickup and listens to old-school rock bands, which adds more to her charisma. She reads Paulo Coelho, Dan Brown, JK Rowling and more. I can't believe myself when I get anxious at the next season of Pedro Penduko at ang mga Engkantao Super Inggo 1.5 - a sci-fi adventure of low... uhmmmm... - because she'll be the villain.


This year, she was number 61 on FHMs list of 100 sexiest women. I'll bet my whole life savings that she'll be on the top 20 by next year.

And oh, I visited her friendster profile every now and then to check some updates and left messages on her official site's guestbook.

celebrants

Happy birthday to all September babies.
I'll name a few - Tag, Jaylyn, baby-Jaylyn, Bio, Mellany, Bossing, Laddie, Jai, Joy, my father, the late Ferdinand Marcos, and of course, me!!!!

Mag-apod-apod ta sa chocolate... Mag-apod-apod ug tan-aw... hek hek hek




Trivia: When I was in high school, my teacher used to say that the Catholic church recommends the word "celebrator" to refer to the person who is celebrating. Celebrant is the officiating priest celebrating the Eucharist. And I'd say, whatever! teehee

taking that leave

Taking a leave at work to watch a first day showing of a movie about hobbits and wizards, or about a superhero that can climb walls or bench press a thousand-pound war tank is not an uncommon event here at the office. Before seat reservations were introduced to the city, we painstakingly went to cinemas 2 hours before the first showtime to fall in line at the ticket booth so we can get the best seats in the house. There would be as few as 5 or as many as 15 of us who would take a few hours off from work just to do this stunt.

Nowadays, thanks to high-end cinemas like Ayala, we can have seats reserved a few weeks before the show date so you don't have to fall on a long line just to buy those tickets.

Anyway, it's not really the point of this entry. It just caught my mind and it's nice to reminisce those old times.

The topic really is about filing for a leave of absence. Me and my officemates would do it more than once a month specially when there are a lot of anticipated movies lining in the cinema. Then the HR suddenly ruled out that it will no longer accept 'personal matters' as a reason for the absence. I ended up getting creative.

The easiest way to get out of the office at any time is to file a sick leave. I made it a point to make my reasons "discernable" so my boss won't have to pester me with questions about my state of health. Here are some reasons that I have proven effective.

mentally stressed or mentally exhausted. Well, they can't blame me. I'm working on an R&D environment and it's easy to get burned out with this kind of work.

nagging headache. It's not just an ordinary headache that can be cured with an aspirin or two. It needs more rest and by that I mean sleeping-on-my-bed kind of rest. So a 4-hour leave is definitely justified.

muscle spasm. I know that if I put 'muscle pains' instead, I would be questioned to death why I have to go home for this. So finding some nice terms that some people are not so familiar with can keep you off the hook.

intestinal blockage. Constipation has been one of the most exploited reasons for filing a sick leave. Having intestinal blockage makes the ordeal, be it true or not, sound more serious.

chronic indigestion. Another most exploited reason is diarrhea or LBM. Adding some medical terms to the issue would make matters more pressing.

pyrexia. This is just a synonym for fever. But they don't know it, do they? And if they do, just tell them that it might be a symptom for a serious infection. And you have to take the day off just to be sure.

This is getting long. I'll add more about my emergency leaves and vacation leaves on my next post.

makeover

This blog needs a serious makeover. The white background. The banner. It all spells lame. A 6th grader can do better than this............ *sigh* Kakapoy baya.

bedroom moments

After posting a couple of entries yesterday, I found out that I quite missed blogging. Hence this entry, a third one within 24 hours.

I want to talk about awkward moments. Not those moments when you're giving a speech or doing a presentation in front of a large crowd. I want to talk about those moments when it was just you and your partner, in all sorts of nudity.

A truckload of memories filled up my brain as I try to sort out those really awkward and funny ones.

Moment 1.
During my late teen years, when I'm not yet this proud about my sexual prowess, I was at my girlfriend's room. We just got back from the town on a Monday dawn for the university classes. Since jeepneys were rare in those hours, we decided to go to her house, which was a stone's throw away from the bus stop, and take a few hours nap. But with my girlfriend lying beside me, napping was the last thing on my mind. We were both wearing our undies. After some serious kissing and without taking off our undies, I got on top of her and slowly gyrated my hips until I started to do some dry humping. We were both so horny and she already "wet" her panties. She froze all of a sudden. "Agay! Agay! Akong bolbol napi-it!"

Moment 2.
We were at the motel. I'd been there for a few times but going there always gave me butterflies in the stomach. I always ended up relieving my stomach first before settling for the "main course". That night, I thought I will just be alright. She turned the TV on. I sat beside her, kissed her shoulder gently going up to her neck. She let out a soft sigh that gave me an instant hard on. She laid her back on the bed. "Foreplay time!", I thought. I opened my knees apart to go on top of her. But as soon as my other knee landed on the bed. I let out a loud fart. I smiled. She giggled. Back to business. But a very foul odor filled the room after a few seconds. "Baho'g otot!!!", she shouted and headed straight to the bathroom.

Moment 3.
First time checking in at Hotel Sogo in Sanciangko St. We boldly went to the front office desk. She hid herself behind me. A few people were sitting at the lounge area near the desk. I asked the lady behind the counter in almost a whisper, "Miss, naa moy available nga short time?". The girl turned to her left and searched for her colleague. She couldn't find her so she shouted at the top of her voice, "CHE, NAA PAY AVAILABLE NGA SHORT TIME??!??!??". I almost melted out of embarrassment.

Moment 4.
It was my birthday. We went to a spring resort at the south of Cebu. The place was a big disappointment but we never mind as long as we will be alone together. We were cuddling each other until our passion took the better of us. We were both butt naked. She was lying on the bed and I was on my knees by her side brandishing my proud erection. I was slithering my finger to her pussy. Making her wetter and wetter. I could tell she was in pure sexual ecstasy. I dirty talked to her in a low, sexual tone. "Basa-a na nimo uy. Ako nani tilaan." She just sighed and sighed. "Lami ni siya?", I dirty talked again hoping she would respond. And response she did but it was not what I was hoping for. She opened her eyes as if waking from a dream. Her eyes wandered from side to side. Then she answered matter-of-factly, "Ambot lang. Unsaon man nako pagkahibaw?" I broke down to laughter and really laughed my ass off. She reached for my now half-limp member and complained. "Ngee! Mingluyat."

music and lyrics and arithmetic

Some of my funny experiences.

The girl on my left while riding a Vhire from Ayala to the office, hearing a Michael Jackson song on the radio, tried to do some sing-along.

girl *singing during the verse*: [unintelligible lyrcis].....

Then the chorus of the song came. She blurted out.

girl: Silly Jean not my lover, It's just a girl 'coz I am the one...

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My neighbor waking me up with her videoke rendition of a Barbra Streisand classic.

I turn away from the wall
Istanbul and poll
But I give you it all!!!!!

I am a woman in love
And I do anything...

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Our secretary asking me details about my previous travel.

sec: Unsa gani ka ato nga month minglarga?

ako: February.

sec: Pila diay ka months gi-tatak sa imong visa pagsulod nimo sa immigration?

ako: 6 months.

sec *counting with her fingers*: So March, April, May, June, July, August. Unya pila man ka months ang extension?

ako: 6 months gihapon, Betch. (pun intended)

sec: Ah okei. (continued her counting) September, October, November, December, January, February. Uy, 1 year diay ka didto?

ako: .....

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Medical students falling in line in a movie theater before me.

ticket girl: Ma'am, wala na ra bay vacant sa taas. Sa ubos na lang.

student1: Pila man ang bayad sa ubos?

ticket girl: 60, Ma'am.

student1 *asking her companion*: Pila man tanan?

student2: 60 times 8. Pila mana?

student1: Naa koy calculator.

student2: 420! 420!

student1: Aysa kay atong i-calculate.

student2: 420 lagi.

student1: 480 uy.

student2: aw, 480 diay.

more some + 1

Having a foursome was exactly the same as having a threesome except that, in my case, it was more taxing. The fourth member of our mini-orgy was her friend from Mindanao who was around for the summer. During the ritual, or I'd like to call it 'The Passing of Candy', they didn't want to do the girl-to-girl kissing much to my dismay. So I have to get the candy out from each of their wet mouth (tongue included) and pass it to the next anticipating mouth. It was very kinky at first then due to inebriation we would topple ourselves on the ground. The place was all stones and shrubs. I would either land on my back or on my hand while carrying her weight with my other arm so she wouldn't bruise herself. It was a physically demanding debauchery but pleasurable nevertheless.

I was nursing some bruises and minor sprains the morning after but it was the experience that made the corners of my mouth turn up.

P.S.
Neshka, thanks for reminding me of this blog.

more-some

At first I was hesitant to share this experience. Only a few people knew about this. But after so many years, I decided, what the heck. I'll post this so everybody would know.

Around this time of the year, when I was still 21 years old - that's about 5 or 6 years ago - I was watching a basketball game at a nearby courtyard in my hometown. I was fuming with anger. An hour ago, I was standing outside a sari-sari store near Gaisano waiting for somebody. She's supposed to pick me up but she's nowhere to be found. I didn't have a cellphone back then so we solely rely on our land phone conversation.

After more than an hour wait, I traced my steps back and was cursing like a pissed off bitch. I decided to stop by at the courtyard to see some friends. I stayed there to cool off. Then after a while I heard her voice, "Yam, sorry gyud kaayo." I turned around and saw her with an alarming look. "Dugaya nimo uy! Minggahi na akong tiil ug hinuwat nimo!", I blurted out. "Kani man gud siya dugayan kaayo.", was her reply pointing to her gay friend. I wasn't expecting him. I thought it will just be the two of us.

I decided not to go but in the end I gave in to her insistence and also because she mentioned about free beer. We went to a reclaimed area near the market. Big stones were piled up at the end of the landfill leveled to the ground. A ridge made of cement was constructed above the stone piles. There were no nearby lampposts so during nighttime the place was almost completely dark. Perfect for dating and stuff. If you've been to my hometown, this place now is where the bus terminal is located.

We emptied a whole case of red horse and after getting tipsy, I talked my way through playing a naughty game. I brought along some candy with me. We would pass the candy from one mouth to the other without using the hands. This may sound familiar to some of you. *wink* At first, they found the game difficult. Due to intoxication, it was hard for them to keep the candy steady between their lips. We wasted a lot of candies until we were able to pass it around. There was some serious kissing involved, of course. And YES, I kissed that fag. I know. I know. It was the gayest thing ever. It was my first guy kiss and hopefully will be the last. hek hek hek hek

It was really wild. I remember lying on the grass kissing the fag while she was doing something down there. Later on, he joined her and they were doing something down there. Just imagine those 12-in-1 pirated porn videos you bought on the nearest dvd shops. I guess it would be too much to detail everything that happened that night. I'll just skip the rest and fast forward when we're all exhausted specially me.

When we arrived at her house, she was too drunk and spent to stand up. I let her lean on the wall while I knocked on the door. Suddenly her knees gave up. She bumped her butt on the dusty ground. The alcohol took away half of my strength so I just left her there until at last the door opened.

I'll tell more on my next post the time we did this again.

my first ever

Aside from the summer activities this time of the year, I've been busy transferring my old blog into a new home. I was afraid that the old blogsite will close down and delete all the accounts. Sometime ago, I was planning to have another blog account. One that is private so I can pour out everything I have to say. Now, I finally found time.

I really have a lot of things to say about some people that I don't want others to read, specially if it concerns about you. Yeah, I know. It defeats the purpose of blogging. Well, I just need something to remind me when I get old and dementia or some neurological disorder will take the better of me.

Say, for example. I can't write in this blog every time I masturbate thinking about Brenda or when I imagine Macelle all naked in my bedroom. And how about Claire and all those lusts I have for her or some underwater sexacapades with Meloi or seeing my cock between Pilar's lips. I can't possibly write it all here..... I'm making you nervous, I know. I just want to make my point and I never really imagine all those things. So awful.

Okay. I'm getting hot in here and I totally miss what I wanted to post in this entry. It's not my intention to make it go this way but blame it on the weather. Too much heat wave can cause brain damage. Supposedly, my entry has something to do with orgy or stuff like that. Anyway, I need to chill down. I'll write more about it next time.

P.S.
To the concerned:
Sorry. If I offended you in any other way, you can sue me anytime. And I will understand if you're not going to talk to me or hate me for the rest of your life.

tagalog time

Summer na summer na talaga. Kahit saan ka magpunta dito sa Pinas, mainit. Pwera lang siguro sa bundok at sa mga malls at sa mga lugar na merong airconditioner. Naglalakad ako kahapon sa market, feeling ko binubuhosan ng mainit na tubig ang mga daliri sa paa ko. Grabe talaga ang init. Tumutulo ang pawis kahit saan sa katawan ko. Nagmimistula tuloy akong yelo na nalanay. (Ay ewan kung ano ang tagalog ng "lanay".)

Hwag kayong magpanik dahil nagtatagalog na ako. Hindi pa kataposan ng mundo, okei? Liliit pa ang suso ni Pamela Anderson. Aabangan pa natin yan. Nacha-challenge lang akong magtagalog. Eh paano ba naman, unang-unang entry ko sa blog na ito na tagalog, eh wrong grammar agad. And to think, eh one sentence lang yun. Sige, basahin mo yung entry ko sa baba.

Napuna ko agad yan nung merong nag-first comment sa post ko. Hindi ko na lang ini-edit. Kung mababasa yan ng mga Filipino teachers ko sa high school tsaka sa college, naku siguradong ikahihiya ako. Panu ba naman. Nung nag-first year college ako, exempted ako sa final exams namin dahil ang galing-galing ko daw magbalagtasan. At sa high school naman, ang taas ng grades ko sa Theme Writing. Tsaka yung mga literary compositions ko para sa mga school-wide contests eh mga award winning. Minsan nga nabasa ko yung isang Tagalog composition ko, hindi ako makapaniwala na ganun ako kagaling. Parang sinulat ng iba. At naman, lahat ng mga grades ko sa Filipino subjects mula elementary hanggang high school, ang tataas.

Ewan kung anong nangyari sa "Tagalog-intellect" ko. Siguro nabura sa utak ko dahil sa sobrang pagda-drugs nung college pa ako. Basta pagkatapos ng second year college, hinding-hindi ko na ginamit ang wikang ito. Kaya naman nung nagtrabaho na ako at meron kaming bagong boardmate na galing Manila panay ang iwas ko. Pano ba naman yung gago, gustong-gusto makipag-usap sa akin. Smile lang ako sa kanya tapos punta na agad ako sa kwarto. Hihintayin ko munang pumasok na rin sya sa kwarto nya bago ako lalabas ulit. Pero isang araw, hindi talaga ako naka-iwas. Nag-inuman kasi sa may terrace at nandun kami lahat. Wala akong nagawa kundi makipagkwentuhan at doon ko nalaman hindi na ako marunong magsalita ng tagalog. Gusto kong itanong sa kanya kung ilang buwan na siya dito sa Cebu. Walang ibang pumasok sa utak ko kundi, "Magkanong taon ka na dito? I mean, magkanong.... uhmmmm magkanong... uhmmm How many years have you been here in Cebu?" Syet! Pagdating ko sa office, search agad ako sa internet kung ano ang Tagalog equivalent ng "how many". Doon ko pa nalaman na "ilan" pala ang hinahanap ko na salita.

Sa office naman, merong bagong pasok. Isang project manager at isang software manager. Silang dalawa galing Manila. Magkaharap kami ng desk nung project manager at sa kasamaang palad tinawagan ako ng HR personnel. "Dong, palihug kog paari ni Emil sa HR. Naa siyay sign-an nga papers." Emil yung pangalan ng project manager. Nara-ratol kaagad ako. Pano ko ba sasabihin yun sa tagalog? "Uhmmm. Emil, ikaw ay pinapatawag sa HR." Nampucha talaga! Para akong nasa classroom. Ang sentence ko merong paksa at panaguri (subject and predicate).

Hanggang sa ngayon, hindi pa rin ako makapagsalita ng maayos na tagalog. Ang laswa ko pakinggan. Ang tigas-tigas ng accent ko. At kung ilulumanay ko naman, ang slang-slang ko. Para akong banyaga. Kaya everytime na kekelanganin ng panahon, I always retort to English dahil mas mahusay at komportable ako. Bakit naman kasi Tagalog ang naging National Language natin. Eh mas marami pa atang mga Bisaya dito sa Pinas.

shout

Gusto kung ma-inlab pero di ko magawa. Bakit kaya? Kapait.

help

Am I really a big flirt? Do I flirt to every woman I met regardless of age? Was it intentional? These are some of the things I ponder early this morning. You see, I slept at around 2am and was woken up at 6 in the morning because of a call from a friend in Germany.

We met last year when I was sent to Kronach for a 3-month project. I met a lot of Filipinas there and some have become really good friends. But a few want something more. Almost all of them are 40 year olds and some are even older. One common factor I deduced from them is that they are lonely. They seemed to lack something in their relationship. I guess it's intimacy and thrill they don't have with their German husbands. Maybe because they cannot fully communicate everything with their partners or their husbands don't fully know how to satisfy a Filipina. But that's not really what this post is all about.

One of the Filipinas I met was Mrs. H. A 200-lb-or-more lady (judge for yourself), dark skin and a butt that could stop a raging bull from its tracks. She's 15 or 20 years older than me. Old enough to be my mother. When I came back here she used to text me a lot of things mostly of my love life. A sucker that I was to text messages, I always replied to her. I mean I just want to be nice. But lately her text messages become more and more bolder. She'll now ask for my sex life, the last time I had sex, where I did it, who I was sleeping with, etc. It even reached to the point where I don't want to answer her anymore due to her vulgarity. Something that is hardly expected from me. I know. But who in their sane mind, a guy in my age and my *ahem* looks, would like to flirt with somebody like that. She's almost thrice my size!!!


Well, if she looked something like this. I wouldn't mind all the flirts and I don't even want her to stop.


Mr. Daria, if you are reading this..... iksampol lang ni ha?? No immoral thoughts included here.

Mrs. H stopped texting for the last few weeks much to my relief but yesterday she called me on my mobile phone. She flirted a lot and I.... I flirted back. I don't know how to stop myself. Then she confessed that she liked me the first time she met me. Because of the way I acted she figures that I don't have much social restrains and that I don't mind doing things that other people would consider unethical. I felt nervous. It's not the first time somebody told me that but it certainly is the first time I hear it from a 40-something, 200-lb-or-more married woman. I couldn't picture myself having sexual intercourse with this woman. My God! What have I put myself into?

There were another round of indecent text messages I received from her after that. This time she was asking if I would have time to meet her when she will visit the country. I never replied to any of those. But the text messages kept on coming, telling me that I was this and I was that.

Then after sleeping only 4 hours this morning, my phone rang. It was a number from Germany. I picked it up and answered in my sleepy voice. It was Mrs. H. She continued her flirting and I guess she's really really horny at that time. I would sometimes miss our conversation because I would go in and out of sleep. I thought she would take a hint and leave me in peace. Instead, she asked me what I was wearing and if I have a hard on. An honest man that I am, I told her that I'm wearing only my boxers and it's very hard because it usually is during early morning. She said that she's only wearing the blanket and nothing else and asked me if I wanted her to suck it. I just replied yes. Then she made that slurping sound. Believe me if I say I hate myself for getting turned on at that. She did that for quite some time and I can't stop my cock from getting excited. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

She asked me if I liked it. I said, "Lami. Gilok." Syet!!! She added that she's already very wet and would go on top of me. I pictured those gigantic pair of asses staring at my dick. I also pictured what her pussy would look like and at that moment it doesn't matter. Yes. I will forever hate myself for that. She told me about grinding on my hard-on, pumping fast and coming at the same time. I bet she fondled herself to orgasm at the other line. After the "session" she mentioned about hugging me to sleep and that's when I lost my goddamn erection. I can't bear the thought of all those mass of woman flesh all over me. Until at last she bid me goodnight.

And that's when I thought about turning over a new leaf. A less flirtation wouldn't hurt. I'm still suffering from the trauma that happened this morning. And also if you can share me your 2 cents on how I can stop this, I would really appreciate it.

p.s.
What bothers me most is that she talked about anal sex and how I would enjoy it. She said that she's not new to that and would gladly offer her butt for my pure carnal pleasures. It would be a new experience for me, she explained, and that I would never forget it. It's a different sensation compared to pussy sex. She also mentioned blowing my load off on her face and asked me if I tried it with other women. I said no, of course. She told me that I still have a lot of things to experience.

straight record

I thought nobody missed this blog. But a day after I published the previous post, people were asking me about it. Wow! Sikat nako. hehehehe. Or maybe I just have some really blabbermouthed blog friends.

Let me set the record straight and stop vexing me about it. Please... Okay. I thought it was normal to celebrate friendship but from the rather vulgar response I got, then I resolve that it is not. Yes, I do not have a sweetheart yet. I met this crazy and wonderful woman last month at the Sinulog festivities. I learned that we worked from the same company and that she already has a boyfriend. She amused me, that's all. I will not tell you more than that and use the information to pester me. So ladies, I am still very much available.

Now, excuse me. My work is waiting for me. It's been filling my schedule since the last couple of months. But by next week, I will have more time for publishing some entries.

greetings

I never celebrate occasions like this. But what the heck!

Happy Monthsary!!!!




I am glad we met....