the forest camp

3 days after the Bohol trip, I found myself inside a Ceres bus on the way to Dumaguete City. On a nearby town is a mountain resort famous for its natural flow of ground water. That's my destination last weekend with a couple of my friends. The spring is so inviting but it's really cold. I can't stay in the water for more than 2 minutes or I'll freeze my balls off. Entrance fee is only PHP60.00/head. Cottages good for 2 heads for a night's stay is only PHP600.00 but it's not air-conditioned. Anyway who needs it when it's cold up there. Good for cuddling and other "stuff", I tell you. *grin*


The place is called The Forest Camp as the sign suggests.


A hanging bridge. Nothing spectacular about this.


The water is really inviting. I was told that the townspeople have a subsidy of 600 pesos worth of electricity from the government. The whole town got its electricity from this spring.


The pool may look dirty but it's not. The water is from the spring so it is flowing all the time. The moss you found at the bottom is exactly the same found on the rocks in the spring.


It's not a gnome sitting on the ledge. That's me, silly.


Just testing the water. Brrrr. Cold. Cold.


Lilies! Uhmmmm... Lilies.. I can't think of anything to say more than that.


The view from the top of the hanging bridge.


The spring goes all the way to the shores of Dumaguete City. Can you see me hanging on that tree at the top of that big rock?... Just kidding..


Showing off

kalag-kalag

If it was not for a very good friend from Germany who was here since the 13th of October, I wouldn't spend a whole day in Bohol and tour the entire island. The whole trip was so exhausting, then I had to report for work the following day. I told Mom I can't come to her house on Nov. 1st because of an anticipated heavy traffic and all but there I was in Bohol. But anyway, the scenery was worth it all or I just like to believe it that way so I wouldn't endlessly lambast myself for doing such a tiring journey.


The famous chocolates


Long steps going to the viewing deck


Adorable tarsiers. Made me want to squeeze them until their eyeballs pop out from their heads


Striking similarity


I'm not the mushy kind of guy but I just found this primate irresistibly cute.

father figure

"Ganahan na ko motan-aw ug apo!!! Kanus-a man ko makakita sa akong apo uy?!?" (I like to see a grandchild!!! When can I see my grandchild?!?), says my Mom half-shouting and half-asking, making sure her voice will be heard by everybody else and most specially by me. She was at the kitchen with my aunties and her friends. I was at the living room concentrating on watching the Justice League beating the shit out of those aliens who were trying to invade Earth.

I went to my Mom's house last weekend to celebrate an annual reunion. But it was my first where she was constantly reminding me to go and make someone pregnant. It has something to do with my age, I guess.

Take for example this event. I was buying some crackers and an orange juice one evening at the nearest sari-sari store. The lady inside the store asked me. "Para ni sa imong anak, sir?" (Is this for you kid?) I didn't know if I will be amused or turn red with anger. I looked at her, smiled and said, "Dili uy. Gutom man gud. Para snacks ra ni nako." (Nope. I'm hungry. This is just for my snacks.) I was hoping that will be the end of our conversation but she blurted, "Si sir uy, mamakak pa gyud. Dili pa gyud moangkon. Pila na diay edad sa imong anak, sir?" (You're lying. Admit it. How old is your child?) Now, I'm the freakin' liar!!! Trying to maintain my composure, I smiled at her again, took my change and left without saying another word.

Shit!! Maybe I really look old. It must be my hair or my face or my glasses. I hope it's just my glasses because I can't do much about the rest.

Another similar incident happened last week. I was sitting on the bed inside a motel and was busy loosening the laces of my shoes. The girl I took with me asked me without hesitation, "Pila na diay kabuok imong anak?" (How many children do you have?) What the...!!! "Dili pa ko minyo uy. Ulitaw pa intawn ko." (I am not yet married. I'm still a bachelor.), I replied and raised my hand to let her see that I don't have any wedding ring. "Pero nana kay anak sa lain baye?" (But do you have a child with another woman?), retorted the girl.

WAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! For now, I just want to get laid and watch those superheroes saving the planet from those who want to destroy it.

when september ends

Let me wipe the dust here... And here.. Excuse me.. Better cover your nose.. I'll just blow some dust on top of this.. hoooooo!! And, I'm done!! hehehe

It's been a long, long time since I had anything on this blog. Work is keeping so much of my time. Drat!! Nothing "exciting" really happened, if you know what I mean. *wink* I haven't copulated for more than a month now. Believe me. But with the exception of my dear 'ol hand, of course. Well, don't blame me. I can't keep my hand off to myself during those cold nights. Thanks to Milenyo. teehee.

If you like to see some uninteresting pictures, scroll down below. It happened somewhere in the past month.


Birthday dinner @ Marco Polo, Cebu.
Got me a delicious birthday cake and a birthday jingle. Everybody's wearing formal attire as mandated by Norman. Well, never mind the 2 French guys. I never paid their bill anyway.







Videoke Night @ Pod5.
Pero tagay usa before singing. It's good to sing when everybody's intoxicated enough to give a damn about off keys.





A lullaby from Cleng and everybody was taken to dreamland in almost an instant.



Oktoberfest That Never Was.
After dinner at Tinder Box, we scoured the city looking for the gig but didn't find any. Fortunately, we brought along a bottle of vodka. Tagay happened at Off Roads Coffee Shop. It's my first time drinking liquor inside a coffee shop. We paid the corkage fee, of course. The rest of the night was spent dancing and grinding on Pump in Grand Convention Center. We got in for free. It was Marlboro night or something of that sort.






Night Swimming @ El Salvador, Danao
I just noticed now that we didn't have much pictures of the resort on this trip. Some were too blurry because of poor lighting and some were just plain idiocy. We didn't even have a single picture of the beach.




White buns or brown ones?

roses

Happy birthday!!!!

advance

At last September na! One of my colleagues at work sent an early Christmas greetings on email. But it's yet too early to think about Christmas. Let's first think about September 7...... because that's going to be my birthday!!! 29 years old nako!!!!!

I want y'all to focus your attention on what will be your birthday gift for me, okay? The easiest way to make me happy, aside from food, is to buy me an original audio cd. Below are some artists and their albums you might want to check on the nearest audio store.

- Silverchair "Neon Ballroom"
- Prodigy "The Fat Of The Land"
- OST sa Matrix part 1
- Korn "See You On The Other Side"
- System of a Down "Mesmerize"
- Marilyn Manson "Mechanical Animals"
- Static-X "Start A War"

Sige na, please, tigai ko ninyo regalo kay ako Mama dili na gyud mohatag gip nako. Tenks daan, Cha, sa imo ihatag nga CD.

mabel, disco and babag peak

Before the month ends, I want to wrap up some interesting events. Bear with my writing today, I am really really sleepy.

The waitress-singer girl (Mabel) I met in Bantayan Island earlier this month looked really familiar but I just couldn't quite figure out where I met or saw her. A day after that I was mindlessly looking at some old pictures and I saw this. It's a sex scandal somewhere in Manila.














I'm not saying that the girl in the picture is Mabel but the similiraty is just too striking to ignore. I was specially curious because she mentioned in our conversation that she's from Manila and she ran away from home because of a big fight with her mother and she doesn't want to go back. The reason of which is a blurry explanation. Or maybe I'm too drank to give a shit. Either way I really don't give a damn. If this is her, it was a great loss on my part. She's hot as Dubai's weather. I hope she's still in the island when I have my next chance to visit.

On the lighter side, for 2 straight Friday nights I was in a discotheque. All to Mark's emphatic persuasion. This may not sound a big deal but for me it is. Having done everything on the dancefloor for the past 12 years, I no longer dig late night dance trips. I'm more into less crowded places with no shoes to step into. Quarter-life crisis, I tell you. These days I have the money and time to party every weekend or even everyday but I no longer have the vigor. Sometimes life can be so unfair.

There was one weekend where Norman, Auxie, Janice and me went to Babag peak to spend an evening. It was nice to celebrate Saturday night on top of a hill. But we didn't go there empty handed. Red horse was with us and made everything fun. After consuming about a dozen cans of beer, the stallion started to kick the sense out of us. Everybody was laughing for no apparent reason. We laugh at everything we said even if it's not funny. Janice laughed hysterically when she splashed half the contents of the potato chips all over the tent. Insanely, we laughed with her. It looked like we smoked some weeds but that we did not do. It was all because of the horse.









There was one scene I remember before my memory was swiped clean. I was lying on my back and was pulling Auxie's hand towards my crotch. I was so damn horny that night, haven't gotten laid/masturbated for the past couple of weeks. At first it seemed like a casual joke but then I was testing Auxie if she'll go all the way. And she didn't. Instead, she and Janice dared me to take my dick off my pants and let them see it. Of course, I did. I was getting a boner at the idea but when I really took it off, I lost concentration. I'm not a show-and-tell kind of guy. A big no to exhibitionism unless of course it's not me. So they saw my semi-limp wiener. But nobody dared to touch it even after all my pleas. Then, I slept the night away while the rest of them continued doing their crap. Norman even had a picture of Auxie pissing in front of the tent.

It was sooo embarrassing when Janice told me about it the next day when we were all sober. She even described the color of my wiener. Shit!

bantayan pictures

I was so close of following Aneshka's footsteps and export everything on this blogsite to wordpress. Good thing I decided to make another entry and tried posting these pictures. It's been weeks overdue. So there you go. The bantayan island pictures.

Kota Beach Resort



















Ugtong Beach Resort









Virgin Island

island trip

The first thing I'll do when I get home this evening is get ready for a trip to Guihulngan (somehwere near Dumaguete or San Carlos) early tomorrow morning. I can only hope I would get a nice rest on that travel because last weekend was so damn tiring.

An acquaintance in Germany who eventually became a good friend came to visit Cebu together with her German spouse and son last weekend. They are staying in Manila and went here to see me, not only me really but also Fidel, Rommel and Mulay. Apparently, it became our responsibility to make their stay eventful. So we took Friday off (my second in a row) and headed to Bantayan Island for the weekend.

The island is still nice but the north winds at this time of the year would sweep big waves to the shores which would make swimming less attractive. We planned to hit a local pub during the first evening but a black out at 10:30 in the evening made us go to bed way too early for a Friday night.

The next day we rented a small boat to take us to Virgin Island. Nothing interesting happened there. But that night we were all determined to visit that pub especially the German guy, Rainer. He was excited to see some exotic looking island girls who were up for some good times. We finished a bottle of gin before heading to the bar. It was just 10 in the evening but being in an island I thought it was just the right moment for nightlife primetime. But seeing less than 10 people in a bar on a Saturday night dampen my party spirit and I started to get really sleepy.

I was closing my eyes and was ready to visit dreamland anytime when one of the waitresses went up the stage to join the singing. To chase the sleepiness away, I picked a flower on a garden nearby, went up the stage, gave the flower to the singing waitress, put my arm around her and joined her in singing while waving my other hand in the air. After the song, I kissed her on the cheeks and returned to my table while the band was getting ready for the next song.

I was staring intently at the waitress when she returned the stare back at me. After that she kept on staring at me from time to time paired with a teasing look - batting her eyes slowly and lustfully, putting her fingers on her neck and letting it trace down to her cleavage down to her navel and grinding slow. She did around 5 or 7 songs more then retired on a table near the stage afterwards while the rest of the band continued the show. I approached her and introduced myself.

Mabel is from Manila, only 18 years old and went to the island to escape from her mother. Yeah, she's a rebel. I'm a lousy Tagalog speaker but maybe because of alcohol and a strong desire to impress, I spoke the dialect like it was my own. We talked a lot of things until I get her message between the lines. She's for hire and there's a room near the bar that we can use for 500 pesos. For a fee of 1,500, I can have her all night for myself. I was getting excited and contemplated on having her service. Then, the son of the German guy went to our table and said, "Papa, let's go home now." I looked at my friends' table. They were all standing, laughing and ready to go back to the resort. Bastards! I promised Mabel that I'll come back later. I made plans with the driver of the sikad-sikad I took going back to the resort to fetch me at around 1 in the morning and take me back to the bar.

But as soon as I laid my head on the bed, I fell asleep right away without setting the alarm clock on my mobile phone. It was already 7 in the morning when I woke up. :'( The sikad-sikad driver confronted me. He stayed until 2 in the morning outside the resort to wait for me. I was so sorry for him and gave him a healthy tip.

It was a long bus ride going back to the city after an ordeal on a cargo/passenger barge with the strong waves. However, Rainer still got some energy left to suggest going to a strip club on Sunday night. I was already very very tired but still managed to pull myself together and survived the night. I took him to uptown area to see some exotic looking girls doing some PRs on the side of the street with their potential customers. Then we went to Mermaid and stayed only an hour. Rainer never managed to get an exotic looking girl for himself. He was very interested with girl #20 but after talking to the Mama Sang, she explained that girl #20 can be taken out at a cost of 3,500 but the problem is girl #20 doesn't go out with caucasians. We went home empty handed.

Damn blogger.com! I can't post any pictures right now. I'll get back to this next week for the pictures.

jenny, the "itchy"

I was on leave last Friday and went back home to Bogo. It wasn't because of Jenny but because I badly needed rest after my stressful trip from Germany. But most of the time when I'm home, rest would become the last thing I'd do. My barkadas would usually take me to the beach during the day or to videoke bars or disco bars at night. Or if we have less money, we just stay in one place, buy drinks and make use of the videoke channel on cable TV.

My trip home last weekend was no exemption. On Friday night, we went to Pantalan where a strip of videoke bars are located wall-to-wall on both sides of the street. While strolling to see which bar is not full yet, Jenny shouted on the other side. She's so damn happy to see me. The videoke bar she's in is already full. She met me at the side of the street, hugged me and put her legs around my hips. I'm not really a muscular man so I heaved a deep sigh while lifting her. For no apparent reason, she shrieked all of a sudden that really startled me. I almost dropped her. It's like a shrill of a banshee. The shrieking continued every few minutes. She must be high or something.

My friends wanted to go somewhere less crowded so we can have the videoke machine all to ourselves but Jenny was all over me and they decided to stay in that videoke bar. Since the bar was already full, table and chairs were set up outside for us. Jenny was at my side fondling every bit of my body she can touch. We were at the side of the street where lots of people pass by but that didn't bother Jenny as her lips searched mine and French kissed me in front of the crowd!!! Those were antics I did about 10 years ago and it came as a surprise to do it again that night. The best part was when she'll occasionally reach for my crotch and grope it firmly. She made me twitch when she started to bite my nipple through my shirt. I was so damn hot. I begged her to take me home. She insisted. Her bar duties will be until 2 in the morning. If she'll go home before that, she'll forfeit a night's worth of earning.

"Nagbiga man ko sa imo." (You make me hot/lustful.), Jenny whispered to my ear after licking it. Then she guided my fingers to her wet crotch. "Pila ka round imo makaya?" (How many rounds can you go?), she whispered again. "Buhaton nako kutob sa akong makaya." (I'll do what I can.), I answered while rubbing my middle finger on her wer panty. "Tagbawa ko pag-ayo ha?" (Satisfy me, okay?)....... I'll skip this part here. The conversation was too graphic.

After an hour of fondling outside the videoke bar, I noticed my uncle - my Mama's brother, who is happily married with 2 children and a soon-to-be-born grandchild, and was in town for a seminar and was staying at our house - and a few of my neighbors inside the bar!! My uncle was also busy with a G.R.O. on his lap. I'm not used to having older relatives around while I was doing some crazy things. Good thing he left earlier with awkward curtseys to me and to my barkada as he passed by.

We were able to find an empty table inside the bar and continued our boozing there. I was able to persuade Jenny to go home with me and just come back after. We were about to head out of the bar when Paeng, one of my barkada, pulled me to the other side of the street. "Don't fcuk that girl. You'll get an itch if you do. She's dirty. If you like, just let her do a blowjob but no fcuking, okay?", he explained to me in vernacular. I was glad he told me that but unfortunately, it was a warning a week late. I hastily made up excuses to Jenny that we're hungry and we'll drop by at a nearby barbecue station and come back after. She figured it was a lame excuse but gave up when I tipped her a hundred pesos. I was a bit worried of what I heard that night. Until now, I still closely examine my genitalia to check any signs of "danger".

We headed out to the beach the next day. Jenny dropped by and joined the fun. She immediately busied herself by piggyback-ing on each one of us in the water and fondling our privates. That went on until it was time to go back home.

Even after the nice massage on Saturday night, I came back to work tired and sleepy.

jenny the gro

I am so sleepy right now and I don't know how to start this entry.... Well, I'm back in Philippines a couple of weeks ago and have been so busy since that I wasn't able to post anything. My first day in Cebu was highlighted with Aneshka's birthday party. It was my first taste of home cooked Filipino yummies. Salamat kaayo 'Neshka ug sa imong mama. I really put up a great deal of effort to struggle the sleepiness weighing down over my eyelids so I can last until 11 in that evening.

The next day, I went to Bogo, that's a couple of hours drive from Cebu City, to spend my night at home. I was looking forward to a long peaceful sleep. As expected, relatives and friends swarmed over to collect their pasalubong. But that part is boring. I'll fast forward it at around 9 in the evening. I was lazily crouching on the sofa, watching TV and hoping sleep would catch me soon when one of my barkada came over and asked for a bottle of San Mig Grande. I can tell he was already drunk. I gave him 3 bottles to his delight. He brought it to the next house, which is a newly renovated 2-story building with rooms for rent. A few minutes later, he called me again and asked me to join him and some of our friends upstairs on my neighbor's house. I obliged to exhaust myself so I can sleep the night away.

There were 5 of us surrounding a round table on the patio upstairs. The nearest room to our table is solely occupied by Jenny. She worked in a videoke bar as a G.R.O. She was the 6th in the group and was wearing a pair of red panties and red bra wrapped in red sarong. She has a nice face, petit, around 5 feet tall, fair brown skin with little love handles here and there. She's a frisky little woman, hopping from chair to chair. She was kinda aloof of me at first but eventually opened up and sat beside me. After a few round of drinks, I was ready to call it a day but Jenny dragged me to her room so she can give me her broken mobile phone for a repair in the city. We were discussing about what happened to her phone when suddenly she pulled me to her bed gave me a deep kiss and massaged my crotch at the same time. I was surprised only for a few seconds then returned the favor. We were ready to do it right there and then, but a bit concerned about my friends talking rather loudly outside. She whispered to my ear "Come back when they've left. Just knock the door, okay?"

I went home and laid myself to bed expecting to visit dreamland right away but the heat I got from that sudden rush of excitement burned deep inside. I was sweating. At around midnight, I went outside the house to check if my friends had left. They're planning to hit a videoke bar. When I was sure that everyone was gone, I slowly went outside and tiptoed my way to the next house. I really don't know why I have to tiptoe when I can walk normally. Maybe it's because of guilty conscience. I was about to open the gate when I noticed someone stirred from the patio on the second floor. Shit! It was the landlord. He might have suspected something when I went inside Jenny's room. I traced my way back and hid behind the tambis tree. The landlord was puffing a smoke and was deep in contemplation. After 10 minutes or so, I started to pray that he'll be over with whatever he's thinking and get the hell out of there. The damn mosquitoes started to pester me. I thought of going upstairs and making some really lame excuses of the need to see Jenny. But whatever excuse I came up with, it all smells fishy.

So, I waited for I don't know how long until the bastard decided to come down. I, on the other hand, almost lost all my blood to the mosquitoes. I waited a few minutes more after he disappeared to make sure he wouldn't spot me sneaking my way upstairs.

I unloaded 2 weeks worth of "fasting".

beauty products

I've never used so many beauty products in my life until I came in this country. If you happen to drop by at my apratment in Cebu and use my bathroom, the only toiletries you'll see are body soap, shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash and a shave.

Courtesy of my beauty expert, I now use honey on my body!! I never imagined something you use in the kitchen can be a good body toner after applying liquid soap with some skin moisturizers I don't even know how to spell... Well, maybe because it's written in German. hehehe She even suggested I try mixing milk and honey and put it in a hot tub! All these time I thought you can only dip bread or maybe a cookie in a mixture of milk and honey, but my goodness, you can also do that with your body!!!!


I got skin whitener for the pimple marks, morning face lotion, evening face lotion (I really don't know what's the difference), morning lip balm, evening lip balm, afternoon face cleanser, evening face cleanser, body lotion, body toner, face toner. I even have that small bottle with blue cap for my balls so it won't dry and itch. hehehe What used to be a 15-minute bath routine has blossomed into a 30-minute cosmetics application.


Anyway, it will be over once I get back to Philippines. I can't live my life with this kind of morning rituals. I wonder how girls do that.