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.

tabang!!!

Naa koy dako nga problema.

Sa tanto nakong pasakayg istorya sa mga pinay nga naa diri, naka-ila-ila kog usa ka baye. Ambungan ug tahom gyud siya tan-awon. Mingsamot ko kaganahan sa iya kay pormal kaayo tan-awon pero warak pod kaayo kung pasultion. Malingaw kaayo ko. Unya pa gyud matupungan ako kabuang. Sexy, morena, maldita ug taas pa gyud. Murag taas lang kog half inch. Makaotot lang mig kinataw-anay basta mag-uban mi.

(Dako nga) PERO.., naa lang siyay bana. Sige nako binuang nga kung mabiyuda gani siya, tawagan dayon ko kay makigminyo kos iya basta dili lang moreklamo sa Filipino size. hehehe..

Ang ako diay problema kay dili tungod ako siyang napamabdosan. Although sige mi binuang ug istorya kabahin ana. Lisod kaayo foreigner ang bana unya ang anak kay pwerting bisayaa. Wala gyuy foreign trace bisan gamay. Klaro kaayo...

Okei, ang ako gyud problema kay mangayo siyag picture nako. Naa unta koy daghan litrato pero ang iya ganahan kay kana kunong naghubo ko tanan unya dapat nagbarog ang akoa! Dapat daw whole body nga kita gyud ang ako nawng. Manghatag man ko nude pictures sa akong mga ka-chat online pero dili akong lawas. Dali ra kaayo magsearch sa internet. Maglisod man ko panikas sa iya gamitan lang ug Photoshop kay kita naman siya sa ako lawas. Makahibaw gyud siya kung gi-edit nako ang picture. Unya pa gyud pakapinan nako ug video. Videohan daw nako ang akoa nga luyat hangtod padung ug kaisog! Birhen nga maloloy-on!!!

Mingsuway kog picture-picture sa ako kaugalingon pero kataw-anan kaayo ko tan-awn. Dili nako feel nga sexy ako picture. Samot pa gyud nga nagvideo-video ko. Lainan ko magtan-aw. Nagproblema ko kay sige naman to pamugos unya dili ko ganahan nga madisappoint to. Magminaldita pa gyud kung mosuway ko ug balibad.

Unsaon man ni nako uy. Tabang!!!

the great weekends - bremen

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the great weekends - bad kreuznach

Like most stories, the best part of my stay here came late. I blame it partly on the weather. The cold season lasted 2 months more than it should. Then I was sent here all by myself. Nobody to sit with me in the car to make long drives a little less tiring. But anyway, I'm not gonna dwell on that.

Three weekends ago the sun started to really shine and the cold wind's gone. Invitations from old and new friends came left and right. My first visit was in Bad Kreuznach. I have 2 classmates from high school, one married a German and the other an American soldier stationed in Germany, that reside there. Then another high school mate, a nurse in UK, visited Germany. So we made it a point to have a get together. It was a stressful 4 hours drive. I was expecting a nilagang baboy or baka, or perhaps tinolang manok on my dinner plate after my ordeal on the freeway, but that darn Jean, the host, only cooked lousy longganisa for me. I was complaining about it until the day I left their place.

I was tired from the drive and it was very late (around 11PM) but I still say yes when they plan to go to Frankfurt that night. It was all worth it. The city was celebrating for Germany's win on a match in the World Cup. People were boozing, dancing, singing and shouting everywhere. But it was great to see a lot of police patroling the street. At first glance, you thought there was a coup d'etat. Then later on you'll realize that the police was really monitoring the city for any riots or whatsoever. Anyway we didn't join the celebration. We were looking for the red light area. It was a great night. All traces of tiredness vanished when we went inside a strip bar.

The next day I was delighted to know that they don't have an itinerary for me. I immediately suggested to visit Rizal Park at Heidelberg, an hour drive from their place. It would have been totally uncool if it was in the Philippines. But since Rizal Park is situated on a mountain in Heidelberg, Germany then patriotism got the better of me. We were all surprised to see Jose Rizal Street near the park. It was a stroll in the city after a few pictures with the doctor. The day wasn't complete without dropping by at a discotheque before heading home at around 4 in the morning.

We only slept 5 hours then we had to get ready for a day at the "Mud Park". It was like a 2-hour treck on different surfaces - clay, grass, a lot of variety of wood, river, muddy water, steel, pebbles, rocks, rope - and we had to walk barefoot. It costs me EUR 2.50 to punish my feet! The reason for people flocking in there? Since life has been so comfortable in this country, they have to get in touch with nature literally. In my country, I do this all the time for free!

old flirtings

This is a post from my now defunct blog about 2 years ago. Although I still can't muster the courage to read most part of the blog (for some very stupid emotional reasons), I was able to extract this one post. I'd like to see if someone would recognize the characters. Note: All names are replaced for confidentiality's sake.

September 2004.
Begin post.
My officemates went out to see Mr. Ie for a get-together or something. Let me see who's in attendance: Ms. S, Ms. G, Ms. Tt, Ms. Y and Mr. P. Then after a couple of hours, Ms. Im, Ms. Il, Mr. R, Ms. Cy and Ms. O came over. We were at Mr. A's in Lahug.

Conversation was okay until Ms. Im and Ms. Il came into the scene. There was a lot of flirtings going on. I mean among Ms. Im, Ms. Il and me, or maybe it was just the alcohol. But Mr. P noticed it and told me about it on our way home.

When we went out of the office a while ago, I saw Ms. Im and Ms. Il making their way out at the gate. Then Ms. Im teased me about Ms. Il. Ms. Il retorted back that it was Ms. Im who has a thing for me since way back we first met. I dismissed the idea, of course. It's too much flattery to handle and I'll end up blushing. I don't like the feeling at all.

At Mr. A's, things heat up or maybe it was for lack of anything else worth all our while. But anyway, the teasing continues. Good thing it's kinda dark on our table so nobody would notice my blushes. I noticed, and Mr. P noticed it as well, Ms. Im was constantly giving me a look. It might be a seductive look or just the way she looks at people. But it was giving me that burning sensation. Ms. Il also gave me a seductive look once in the office. I felt like I was melting.

Few more hours passed and Ms. Il sat beside me. I was beginning to sweat. I was in heat. Somebody in the crowd noticed my sweating. I couldn't care any less. She made tissue flowers and gave it to me. She even put one on the pocket of my polo. My knees began to weaken. Then all of my bones followed. If they would invite me at that time, I will surely do anything.

When we are about to leave, Ms. Im and Ms. Il rode in Ms. Cy's car while I was at Mr. Ie's. I gave them a glance when they boarded the car and saw Ms. Il with that look again. I was getting goosebumps at that time. Somehow the devil slumbering inside me tried to get hold of me. I was very much tempted to get in that car and have a good time with Ms. Il and Ms. Im or if that's what they're up to. On the other hand, the thought of Ms. I and me settling down held me on the other end. The thought of Ms. I giggling and giving me that childish smile kept my decision firm. I want to settle down as soon as possible and not make things more complicated than they already are.

Ms. Im and Ms. Il with me on bed is more than I could ask for. I could imagine more than a couple of positions we can get ourselves into. Curacho almost bursted out of my pants. These thoughts played in my mind during my ride home. I tried to convince Mr. P to stop by at Fashion Bar near Super Metro Mandaue and he can go to El Marino downstairs. But he declined. I was in heat when I went home. I screwed myself twice just to get over the burning sensation.
End post.

tagged

Uy! This would be my very first "tag-tag" thing. I used to ignore this 'coz it's more like a girl's game but since I have nothing else to post then be it.

Joys And Delights. Bow.
The rule. Name 10 of life's simple pleasures that you like the most, then pick 10 people to do the same. Try to be original and creative, and not to use things someone else has already used.

I get easily delighted with many things, even with the simple ones. Yeah, I admit it. Mobu ra kog kalipay. (Short happiness? Quick joyfulness? Easily satisfied? Basta. Whatever. I won't let my brain bleed for the english term of this. It's already 7 in the evening and I haven't had dinner yet.) So, 10 is a short list for me.

1) Cooking a delicious meal. I have so many "palpaks" when my hands began to tinker the cooking dish and the laddle. It never fails to lift my spirit if my cooked dish tastes a little closer to Mama's cooking.
2) Having a good night sleep. I usually smile when I woke up a little earlier and realized that I slept more than 7 hours.
3) Taking a long shower. Hot or cold, depending on the weather. I love to savor the lather on my skin and on my hair. Bathtub is also great but I get irritated when it took so many minutes to fill the tub.
4) Eating a delicious meal. This should be my no. 1 but the list is in no particular order. It doesn't have to be gourmet or anything of that sort as long as my taste buds agree with it. I have a very low standard on food taste. I always label my meal delicious most of the time even if it's as worse as my own cooking.
5) Communicating with friends. Be it on constant emailing, online chatting, "physical" chatting (you know what I mean.), or telephone/VOIP conversation.
6) Watching good movies. My preference is wide when it comes to movies. I'll watch almost anything. But Tagalog movies?... Well, some of them.
7) Buying something new. Be it an audio CD, shirt, jeans, boxers, socks, PS2 games, etc.
8) Hearing my favorite song played on the radio. I got a long list of favorite songs. It ranges from metal-scraping rock music to orchestra-accompanied classical songs.
9) Seeing a cute baby. Haaay! I love babies and longing to have one. Unsaon mani uy. hehehe
10) Getting laid. Saving the best for last. No further explanation needed.

After reviewing all 10, it looks like I'm happy almost all the time.

eating your egg

One nice thing I learned from Germans is the "civilized way" of eating an egg. First of all, this has no other connotation or whatsoever. We're talking about eggs we eat during breakfast or, in some cases, specially at Lear, during dinner. *sigh* I miss my silogs and scrambled eggs.

In my 5 weeks here, I never encountered a sunny-side-up or a scrambled egg during breakfast. (I eat breakfast in the hotel restaurant, by the way.) It's always hard boiled. But they serve it on a nice little plate specially made for hard-boiled eggs. Then the nice little plate is placed on a platito (<-haay ambot unsay iningles ani) with kutsarita (<- utro pa ni) on the side.










I was tempted to smash the egg shell on the table. That's the way to do it in my country - simple and direct. But in this country, it's quite different. Well, maybe, tapping the egg shell slowly with the spoon until it cracks might be acceptable. But no, siree. That is not acceptable.

1) First you need a knife.
2) Hold the top of the egg with your fingers.










3) Place the knife an inch below your finger. Or just enough to make a good clean blow.










4) Strike the egg slowly but firmly enough to break the shell without smashing it to pieces.










5) Slice your way to the other side until the top comes off.










6) ...and you're ready to indulge.










7) You can top it with whatever you like. I tried salt, Nutella, orange jam and strawberry jam. It tastes great.

sunday nothing

I have to post an entry 'coz it's been quite sometime since my last one. But what can I share? I don't have much adventures here as I do in Philippines. But I'm hoping not to trip and fall head first when I get out of the car like Ylan. hehehehe

I thought going to an internet cafe in Lapulapu ('coz there's nothing else to do) was lame. But taking pictures of myself in the hotel on a Sunday morning is lame to the infinity! I never thought I would do this but here it is.

Tele all day.










God, I don't even know what to say about this picture!










Got to finish my grapes with a bottle of wine.










Stocking some euro cents on top of my tripod. So damn lame!

I'm still guessing as of this moment what to call this entry.

foreigner

The Bavarian part of Germany, which I am now, is known for its landscape - beautiful hills, thick forests, nice Bavarian houses and buildings. Add it with German aesthetics on furnitures, appliances and architecture, and it makes a picture perfect place. I am almost certain that the standard Bliss wallpaper found on msXP OS was captured on this side of the world.

Yet, I'm not feeling excited about the whole situation. Something's missing.

When I went to the U.S. 4 years ago, I dreaded the fact that I will be in a foreign land, completely ignorant to the culture, to the way of life. I could write a book about all the blunders I made while I was there. I never imagined things work this and that way in a first world country. I never looked back and felt sad about leaving the warm Philippines, about leaving my friends. In fact, the place grew in me. I could see myself living and growing old in that foreign land. I began to like the cold weather and the snow. It didn't make me sad. I could only recount 1 out of 365 days that I felt homesick - it was only during my birthday.

But now and here, it was different. I kept on thinking about the laags, gimiks and dine outs back in Cebu, specially the beach under the Philippine sun. Here, there's Munich, Berlin, Frankenfurt, Spain, even France to go to. Or go even further like Portugal, Denmark, Netherlands, Italy - all within my reach (if I only have the time and the budget, of course.). Still it didn't appeal to my senses.

Maybe because I don't know the language. I don't feel welcome. I was a total alien. In the US, I can easily blend in. Here, I don't even know what to reply to the sales lady if she asks me something or to a cute stranger I met along the way. If I went to the supermarket and pay the cashier, I will be very glad to say "tschuess" (read as choos, bye in English ) because that will be the end of the conversation. When I went to the gas station and wanted to use the restroom, I can't just barge in to the cashier and ask for the key. So I have to punish my bladder.

There are a lot of Filipinos, Pinays to be specific, in nearby cities. But they are not enough to satisfy my hunger for parties and good times. They're older women and have totally different meaning of good time. They like to talk about who's beautiful, who's got the nice boobs, the nice ass, the nice body, the clearer complexion, the sexier dress and so and so. And I am teaching them boogie for a party presentation this 6th of May! I still can't recall how I get myself in this ordeal. I have to add though, they are all extra nice. I felt so at home when they are around. Some would remind me of my real tiyas back home. They're so concerned about having enough food to eat for the day.

I'm counting the days I'll be back home and basking under the hot sun.

wagtang ang duka

Ako lang ni i-post kay nawagtang gyud akong duka ani nga chat ganina. Former officemate ni nako nga pwerting sipata. Kung imo siya tan-awn kay mura siya anghel nga dili makabuak ug plato. Pero kung magchat na gani, ambot lang... (note: some names are edited for confidentiality's sake)

me: hi tsiks... dili pa ka matulog?
cSaGmail: 10:00 sa gabii??? buntag pa na sa ako hehehe
me: bitaw sa? kaliwat man diay kag witch
cSaGmail: oo ... ako ra witch nga buutan
me: ayaw sulti ana, makilatan gani ka diha sayo gyud na mabyudo si mr d...
cSaGmail: ok ra kay ning promise man ko sa akong self nga mangalag ko sa akong tanan kaila hehehe
me: pagsul-ot unya ug t-back or brazilian cut nga panty unya victorias secret nga lingerie para sexy kaayo ang mokalag sa ako... tingalig marape pa hinuon nako hehehehe
cSaGmail: na naunsa ..miski na rape-pon tika walay pulos kay molusut ra..mora ka gajerjer ug hangin
me: bahala na kay naay hangin... kung maglolo gani kay huna-huna ra gyud kutob... hehehehe
cSaGmail: haha atay...
me: magchange topic ta, pretty c, kay nanginit na ko diri asa diay ron ang imong mr pesky?
cSaGmail: pangita diha germanese (kay girl man). naa diri sa akong tapad nag dukduk pud sa iya pc
me: mura diay internet cafe ang inyong balay sa?
cSaGmail: oo pwede mi magduwa ug network games. pero mas lingaw cguro ko kung laing network ang among himoon
me: ahehehe... sipat man ka uy... lisod pangita diri germanese uy kay lisod idiskarte nga mag-german. naka-disco mi last saturday kay daghan unta kaayo tsiks didto
cSaGmail: syaro wa dyud kabalo mo english
me: kabalo mo-english pero lisod kaayo sabton
cSaGmail: ning attempt na lang tani ka ug sabot...tsk! naka take home unta ka
me: tutok ra gyud intawn ko kutob sa mga puti nga paa ug sa hamis nga lawas... ang ako nabal-an nga german kay "danke" ug "goten morgen" ra gyud - "thanks" & "good morning"
cSaGmail: tsk..bastos lagi paminawon ang goten morgen.. murag oten gi murder hehehe
me: amaw!! bastos gyud kag huna-huna da.. birahi na imong bana sa imo kilid ay
cSaGmail: akong murderon iyang oten ayaw pud intawon
me: hehehe... ayaw lang murdera uy.. paaka lang..
cSaGmail: ay da way flavor!
me: hmmm... tigaan unya tikaw ug para flavor ana... mangita ko diri
cSaGmail: hahaha ayaw lang pud nang sud-an nga flavor ha kay basin tinud-un nako ug kaon
me: hehehe... dili tikaw tigaan ug humba or chicken-adobo flavor uy unsa man imo ganahan? cherry, strawberry, pineapple, honey or apple flavor?
cSaGmail: strawberry para murag gi pimple
me: hahahaha... buang!! mura ra man na siya colorless nga lotion.. wala kay matilawan nga liso-liso uy. pag-abot nako gikan sa u.s. kay naa ko da daghan. daghan pod ming-ingon nga nindot kuno kay tam-is tam-is
cSaGmail: ows? NGANONG WALA MAN KA NANGHATAG NAKO! tsk!
me: maulaw pa man ko atong mga panahona.. tingali mo-ingon ka nga pervert ra kaayo ko.. mabad shot unya ko sa imo. mingsulay pod ko palit atong pump-pump nga isul-ot sa oten para palami
cSaGmail: nya unsa feeling ato? kita nako ana diri
me: kapoy man to uy kay ako man ang magsige pump... mahawoy akong kamot kadugayan. dugay ko magul-an.. ako na lang dayon kuhaon unya kamoton na lang...
cSaGmail: nangita ka ug tig pump.. katong mga txt mate nimo
me: txt mate ra ba ta hehehehe mabastos man ko basta ikaw ako kachat, pretty c, i wonder why
cSaGmail: i wonder why pud nga am so wholesome man ko ka chat
me: saba diha uy kanus-a gyud intawn ka nawholesome
cSaGmail: katong naa pa ko sa tiyan sa akong mama
me: hahahaha sakto!! kay paghilak nimo, kabalo dayon ang doktor nga bastusin gyud ka nga bata
cSaGmail: at least paghilak ra ikaw kabalo na cguro imong mama daan naa pa sa tiyan.. oi oi..mo ebs sa ko
me: hala sige... ba-bye.. ayo-ayo sa pag-ebs

Naglain pod tingali ang lawas ani niya kay ming-adto man ug c.r.

alemanya

Germany is, well, full of Germans. Everything is in German. The driver who fetched me from Nuremberg airport can't speak and understand any single English word I say. All we did was shake hands. I told him about the cold weather but all he did was shrugged and raised his hands to inform me that he doesn't understand. After a few minutes of driving, I noticed that I wasn't buckled up. I told him that I forgot to strap my seatbelt because in Philippines we're not used to seatbelts. But we're not driving as fast as 100kmh and blah blah blah. He stared at me as if to choke me to death, gave me a sly smile, nodded his head in disapproval and shrugged his shoulders. Pshew! I gave up.

My first day of work. I felt like I stand out with all the colors on my golf shirt (they usually wear dark colors), my deep brown skin, my earring and, of course, my *ahemm* young looks. I only realized later that a lot of people are wearing earrings and there are plenty of young-looking engineers. Pisti uy! An engineer in the testing department said that I'm sooo brown. What the hell did he expect? Michael Jackson? Temperature in the tropical and exotic Philippines goes as high as 35C! And besides I'm proud of my brown skin.





I was impressed to see that my computer and project setup were all in place the day I arrived. I got a spanking new 21" LCD monitor. But my spirit soared down the moment I realized that the OS is in German. Tears almost fell down my cheeks when I take a look at the RTOS software and mostly are in German. The damn variable names and function names are in German. The comments are in German. Furthermore, the schematic diagrams are labeled in German. WAAAAAAAAAAH! I think it was easier to "trap my fart" (in Bisaya: magbitik sa otot).

tugnaw

Mao poy nakadaot aning tugnaw ang panahon, magsige lang gahi ang akoa. Haaaay! Modaot kog samot ani ba. Maayo gani kay magjeans ko diri sa office, dili maklaro. Mga lami ra ba kaayo ang mga German tsiks, mga slim nga bus-ok. Grrrrr. Dyo want to have my baby? hehehehe

kalit

Nag-ilis ko ganina. Mga alas dyes to sa buntag. Padung ko sa opisina. Ang akong bag-o nga Sony Wega langas kaayo. MYX sa Studio 23 ang channel sa TV. Nahuman na ang Daily Top 10. Ang sunod nga ipasalida kay Take 5. Lima kabuok kanta sa same artist ang ilang ipakita. Ang featured nga mangantahay kay si Josh Groban. Dili kaayo ko fan aning tawhana.

Ang pirmero niya gikanta kay To Where You Are. Nindot man diay kaayo ni siya ug tingog. Mao diay sikat kaayo ni siya. Gipakita dayon ang Broken Vow paghuman. Ambot naunsa ko atong mga panahona nga nagsakit man ako dughan. Paghuman kay You Raise Me Up ang gisunod. Sa kani nga higayon kay mingkalit lang tulo ako luha unya mingtyabaw ko ug hilak.

Pisti uy! Mga baye ra man ako nabal-an nga mangita ug rason para lang mohilak. Ngano nag-ingon ani man ko? Mag-ingon ani pod kaha ang ubang mga laki? Wa na, nabayot na tingali ko. Kung mangutana ko sa ubang mga baye kung ngano, tubagon lang kog, "Gidugo tingali ka.". Dili gyud makatabang sa akong pangutana. Mao na ako na lang ning iblog.

Maglagot ko nga wala ko kabalo nganong mingkalit ra ko ug hilak. Pero dili pod ko ganahan makabalo kung ngano minghilak ko. Libog sa?

atbang

After my 12 hours stay at Manila yesterday, I was reminded why I dreaded coming to that place. It's not a bad place at all. In fact, I was dreaming to have a whole week stay in there and experience how wild Manilanians get when the sun sets.

I arrived around 6 in the morning. Took a taxi and told the driver that I'm heading to Makati Medical Center. The truth is I'll be going to RCBC Tower fronting the hospital. But I was searching for the Tagalog term of "atbang". During my ride, I realized that I need to tell the driver that I want to be parked on RCBC Tower. I desperately scanned my brain for Tagalog vocabulary but nothing came out. I contemplated calling Clara but it was still 6 in the morning. She wouldn't want me disturbing her about a stupid Tagalog term that early in the morning. So I took my chances with the driver. Miraculously, he knew where RCBC Tower is and began his chit-chat about it. Damn! It was good he knew the place but please spare me the conversation. My tongue is too ill-positioned to speak the dialect. I only laughed and butted my "oo nga po", "tama nga ho", "ah ganoon ba?" every now and then.

RCBC Tower is one hell of a building. There are a lot of elevators but not all would stop on each floor. A set of elevators would go directly to floors 31-45. Another set would go to floors 21-30 and another set is for floors 1-20. The bad part is I didn't know. I immediately embarked on the elevator and searched for 25 but dammit, I couldn't find the number. I tried searching on the other side but it was not there either. A thought of going out in the elevator came late. It was already speeding towards 31st. *sob*

The interview went okay if you call it an interview at all. The consul didn't ask me anything. He only said that he can't give me a multiple entry visa since it was my first. Then, he told me that I need to photocopy my insurance docs and that's it.

The hard part is getting to where the photocopy machine is. The guard said it was on the 3rd floor. I now knew what elevator to take. After embarking, I was surprised to see that there is no other buttons on the elevator except for G. Waaaaah! How can I get to the bloody 3rd floor?!? The LED indicator suddenly stopped at 3. What the?!? Is it a mind-operated elevator? I was sure I heard the sound of the elevator door opened but the door in front of me remained closed. I turned around and saw that there is another door at the back. Oooooh! When I passed the back door, I took a glimpse of all the buttons besides it. Nandyan lang pala kayo, mga hinayupak na buttons!

I was avoiding conversation as much as I can. But the damn driver of the taxi I took going to Glorietta wouldn't let me. He asked me if he should turn left. How would I fucking know? But I said, "Oo ho. Kaliwa ho tayo." just so he wouldn't think I'm an out-of-towner. Then after a few more turns he asked again. "Sir, kaliwa ho tayo o mag-U turn tayo dito." Puta talaga ang ina niya. Hindi ko alam! I only said "U turn tayo" English kasi. Holy animals! Are we not there yet? For the last time he asked me, "Saan ho kayo bababa? Dito o doon pa?" . To stop our conversation right there and then. I told him "Dito lang ho tayo." though I'm not exactly sure if the building is Glorietta. Fortunately, it is.

Lunch was at a Vietnamese resto in Glorietta after I pestered Clara with text messages asking what's a good resto that is not in Cebu yet. I invited her to join me and to my delight she said yes. *BIG grin* But only after I cajoled her to the point of begging. hehehe... Ako siya gi-bribe ug free lunch and free one-way taxi fare. At first she insisted that I should buy coffee and look for some chiks rather than invite her for lunch. My goodness! I can't even stand a simple conversation with a taxi driver! My stomach could no longer withstand the hunger so I ordered first. After I finished and paid everything, the waitress came to my table. "Sir, tapos na ho ba kayo? Meron po kasing naghintay sa table nyo." I was strucked. Tabaaaang! Unsaon nako pagtubag sa Tagalog? I need to stay and wait for Clara. I stared at her wide-eyed for a few seconds but I still couldn't form a Tagalog sentence to answer her. "I'm waiting for somebody to join me. She should be here in a minute or two." Syit! I'm such a disappointment to my Filipino teachers. Now, I wonder how I got exempted from final exam in my Filipino 1 in college.

I finally experienced watching movie in a THX certified theater in Greenbelt. Cinema 1 and 2 lang ang ilang THX. Salamat diay kang Clara sa pagtultol sa ako didto. Libog kaayo ang Glorietta. Daghan lusot-lusot to other malls and department stores. Although, the movie, Ultraviolet, was a big big disappointment, I was thrilled nonetheless to feel the pure bass of THX shaking the movie chairs.

P.S.
I have seen women wither after marriage. I've also seen some who blossomed. But I've never seen someone blossomed sooo beautifully and sooo attractively until I met Clara yesterday. Mingsamot ug kagwapa unya mingsexy pag-ayo. tsk tsk tsk. Ataya! Wala nasayang ang free lunch. hehehehe World peace, Clara!

akong miga

naa koy miga
gwapa
ang iyang pahiyum
makabuslot ug brip
kung siya motutok
sus, ang akong bukog
murag mangadugmok




pirmi lang magtabisay
ang akong laway
labi na kung magpadunghay
sa iyang buhok unya dayon ug labyog
padung sa iyang abaga
haaaay! manggahi akong lawas
unya panington ug bugbog








kanus-a kaha ni siya nako ma-angkon?
sa ako ra gyud tingaling mga damgo
ug kada buntag kung magtanga
sige huna-huna
kung unsa kanindot kami duha
maglabing-labing, magsweet-sweet
unsaon na lang. kapait!

palihug, sagpaa ko
para makamata sa kani nga damgo
magsakit lang ako ulo
nga bisan unsaon
dili gyud mi magkadayon
maypa na lang mokaon
para mawala ning gutom
ug malimpyo ang utok
sa mga butang dili dapat ihinuktok

long time

I have a lady friend. Well, I got lots of them. *big grin* But this particular one was dumped by her boyfriend 5 months ago without any explanation. He just did and I know how heartbroken and devastated she's been. Although she can't help herself if she became frail at cajoles and annoying taunts (It's like that in the office. Everybody wants to pester everybody else), I specially admired her for standing up and showing courage to go on even if she had to endure seeing the only person that captured her heart every single working day! (Syit, drama!)

After 5 months, he just realized that it's time to explain what happened and set a date to talk to her. I know exactly where and when but I'm not going to tell. (Dili ko tsismoso ha. hehe)

My point here is not to talk about both of them but for one simple fact that guys really take a long, long, long looooong time to analyze emotions. The reason is we never really lay down on bed all night just to sort how we feel. We set emotions aside, try to do things as we always do them everyday and let it catch up after a while. A while doesn't mean days or weeks. It's usually in terms of months and even years.

Girls, on the other hand, are born with this intuition. They know exactly what they feel and had no problem confronting themselves about it, let alone talking to other girl friends about it. Guys would find it extermely difficult to deal with this matter. Our best buddies would know our dirtiest secrets but never our innermost feelings.

Let's just pray for her. (Hoy, Aneshka! Nindot nani nga rason para mag-ampo ha? Ayaw na reklamo.)

p.s.
dili lang ta magsaba-saba ani sa "ubang" taw ha?

virtual masseur

I have a lot to thanks Ella Rose (si masahista number 88) about. One of that is my ym chat less than an hour ago. I sounded like an expert masseur. hehehehe Pwede nako magbutang ug ad sa Sun.Star: Young and handsome hunk. All kinds of massage. Hotel/clinic service 24hrs.

sizzling_284: hi
sizzling_284: kmusta?
ako: okei lang
ako: kaw musta?
sizzling_284: hehehe
ako: bag-o lang ko human kaon
sizzling_284: maayo pka
sizzling_284: ako bgo pko abot
sizzling_284: ok lng me
ako: wala pa diay ka kaon?
sizzling_284: wla pa
sizzling_284: sleepy nko
ako: kaon usa uy
ako: busy diay mo?
ako: dugay lagi ka abot
sizzling_284: yup
sizzling_284: busy kaayo
sizzling_284: mao n
sizzling_284: kpoy n gani ko
ako: mao ba?
ako: looks like u could use a massage
sizzling_284: lgi
sizzling_284: hehehe
sizzling_284: cge e massage ko beh
ako: unsa man imo ganahan?
ako: thai
ako: shiatsu
ako: or special
ako: hehehehe
sizzling_284: special lng ikaw man
sizzling_284: wla n tip ha
sizzling_284: free p gud
ako: way blema na
ako: ikaw na gyud na
sizzling_284: cge
sizzling_284: start n
ako: ako maghubo sa imong sanina or ikaw lang?
sizzling_284: ikaw lng
ako: higda na
ako: unya talikod
sizzling_284: hehehehe
sizzling_284: ok na
sizzling_284: hehehehehe
sizzling_284: k gilok
ako: ako hinay-hinayon ug hubo imo blouse
ako: ipa-ubos ug hinay-hinay ang zipper
sizzling_284: hehehehe
sizzling_284: ikaw gud
ako: unsa imo ganahan lotion or powder?
sizzling_284: ato nlng unya tinud-on beh
sizzling_284: kpoy cge og imagine
ako: hehehe
ako: mao pod
ako: sige sige
sizzling_284: when man?
sizzling_284: og asa sad?
ako: karon weekend!
sizzling_284: sa secret
ako: sa secret gyud
ako: ang-ang asa
sizzling_284: cge cge
sizzling_284: mag sbot ta
sizzling_284: hehehehe
ako: asa man imo ganahan?
sizzling_284: ikaw?
sizzling_284: n lingaw gud ko
sizzling_284: bisan kpoy ko
ako: unsa man imo gikalingawan?
sizzling_284: ikaw
sizzling_284: asa man?
ako: magsabot lang unya ta kung asa nindot
sizzling_284: bitaw
sizzling_284: sakto gud ka
sizzling_284: kung dli nka busy
ako: karon weekend?
ako: dili ka busy ana?
sizzling_284: dli n
sizzling_284: basta inig ka week end ha
ako: lagi
ako: naa man ko number nimo
sizzling_284: okies

torn

I'm in trouble. I barely have enough money left to last me until the next payday. My eyes are all sores after sleeping very late last night. (Thanks to my brand new 21-inch Sony Wega and PS2.) But a hot chick I met on the internet wants to "eyeball" tonight at SM. WHAT IN THE HEAVENS NAME SHALL I DO?!? I can't concentrate. I was torn between losing an opportunity and losing money. But what's money after all? An opportunity lost can't be covered by paycheck after paycheck (unless if its amount doubles by some kind of divine intervention. alleluhiah!). It can't be postponed coz she'll be leaving to Cagayan for good on Wednesday. Darn!

Pray for me.

television

I can't contain my excitement. I will spend my whole paycheck tomorrow for a cool 21-inch Sony Wega analog :( television set. Then, I'll get my PS2 at Bogo and will have one hell of a time playing all my games. Yipey!!! I was contemplating on buying an LCD or a plasma screen but my golly! A 17-inch display would cost me 60K++ and I will not be able to fully utilize all its amazing technology. Cable operators in this country are still using analog signals. It will just break my heart (and my pocket as well) to see stretched and grainy signals on the display.

To double my excitement, I have already ordered a Transitions photochromic lens for my glasses. It will be available by next week. Yipey! Yipey! My heart beats like that of a mice.

All I'm thinking right now is to buy the 2nd-hand National personal ref for 4K or just buy a brand new item.

last talk

Last na gyud ni sa akong mga s.o.p. talks. Honest.

Naa ko sekreto isulti sa inyo. Ayaw lang ninyo isaba sa ubang taw ha? Not unless iya ni makaplagan ako blogsite all by herself/himself. I'm yet to tell you one s.o.p. I had.

All the time I was doing those things, I wasn't really enjoying it that much. I kept on thinking about the face of the person at the other end. Her body. Her hair. Her skin. Does she have bad breath? Does her feet smell? And what about her armpit? All these questions popping here and there would detach me from the pleasure the other end is experiencing. However, if you know the other person then it's easy to concentrate and get things done the right way.

Anyway, naka-decide ko nga dili na lang mopadayon. Ako na lang ni putlon. Hehehehe. Sowwie kaayo ha? Unbearable uwaw man diay akong dangatan kung makabalo mo.

moaning chatter

I'm not quite finished with this s.o.t., s.o.p. thing yet. So I hope you'll bear with me.

I have met a lot of interesting gals including gal-acting individuals through cross-talk (This is pretty old. I could picture rotary phones when I remember this.), internet chat and most recently, mobile chat. I had 2 cybergfs in college and both were from the same school, Ateneo de Zamboanga University. A year ago, I met this girl from Cagayan in mobile chat and she became my "mobilegf" (err.. that doesn't sound right.) as she claimed to be. I'm such a world-class geek! It was really ridiculous and funny at the same time. I'm just in for the adventure.

It was in mobile chatting that I came to realize that a lot of women out there are in need of affection. Some would sound really hopeless. There was this chatter from Manila who invited me for an s.o.t. and insisted that I'll tell her 'I love you' almost all the time. Maybe that turned her on or she badly needed it emotionally.

There are just as many horny women out there as there are with men. A different chatter from a different city in Manila wanted to have an s.o.t. I played along but I wasn't really in the mood. Having experienced quite a handfull of these events, I became a bit good in the game. I was texting her a lot of kinky things I wanted to do with her, including my newly found Tagalog vocabulary - tinggil (the same as the bisaya term e.g. lalaruin ng dila ko ang tinggil mo), kadyot (push/pump/thrust e.g. bibilisan ko ang pagkadyot sa yo), sagad (sunk deep e.g. bumukaka ka pa para sagad lahat sa puki mo.), tamod (sperm e.g. ibubuhos ko lahat ng tamod ko sa luob ng kiki mo). Then she pleaded. "Shit! Kantutin mo na ako. Hindi ko na matiis. Ipasok mo na, pls". I teased her more and more. "Dahan2x ko ipa2sok ang ulo ng titi ko tapos ila2bas ko agad". But to my surprise she called. Maybe she wanted to talk and knew more about me. Women are usually like that. I was totally speechless when I heard, at the other end of the phone, a woman's voice moaning in pleasure. "Aaaaaaaaaah. Aaaaaaah. Oooooooh." Holy cow! Holy rooster! Holy animals! Is this her way of introduction? I waited for a couple of seconds but she didn't stop. My goodness! I didn't expect this to happen. I tried searching my mind on what's best to do but my brain shrinked into a raisin. I opened my mouth but I can't think of anything sensible to say. I decided to join her ecstatic sing-a-long. "Aaaaah. Aaaah." I shut my mouth after a few seconds. I sounded awful.

It lasted for more than a couple of minutes which seemed like eternity. After her "standing-ovation worthy" climax (Jenna Jameson will surely be green with envy), she hung up without any other words. I laid still on my bed. My breath went faster and faster. My sweaty hands still clutching the phone. I just couldn't believe what happened.

s.o.p. & others

s.o.t. stands for sex on text while s.o.p. is sex on phone. That's for the naive and the feeling naive people out there. Don't laugh. You know who you are.

My first s.o.p. was after high school. I started to date this certain lady. We didn't have a landline back at home at that time yet so I used to sneak into a semi-private library to use the phone. Luckily, the librarian happened to be a close friend of mine, courtesy of my socio-civic organizations. Then there was this boring Saturday afternoon and I was in the library waiting for my date 3 hours earlier. The librarian asked me to fill her in coz she had an important appointmet and will be back after a couple of hours. There was no one in the library except for myself and I bet nobody in their right mind would dare to visit a library at that hour of the day and at that temperature.

I sat behind the counter and called her (my lady-friend). She was fresh from the bathroom getting ready for our date and only had a towel to cover herself. I was getting horny at the instant. (Raging hormones, I tell you) I started to dirty talk to her while massaging my crotch. Imaginations gone really really wild. I was frantically looking for old newspapers at the shelf behind me to use as a floor cover when all that jism came out. After searching the surroundings and making absolutely sure nobody will ever come, I satisfied myself. (You know what I mean.) On the other line, she had no idea what's going on. All she heard from me was constant teasing and flirting.

s.o.t.

I logged in to Globe Mobile Chat to make use of my wakefulness at 11 in the evening last Sunday. I met a lot of texters including hot112.

ako: hi there! asl? stats?
hot112: hi! i'm from Iligan. 25f sexy. what's ur #?
ako: howdy! i'm bryan(<--screen name). 26m(<--screen age. hehehe way palag ha?) taga cebu. 0927******* (dili lang nako ibutang ako number kay tingali managhan ako stalkers. hehe)
hot112: hello (using my number. mahal man gud text sa mobile chat, tag 2.50/txt)
ako: halu din. who's this?
hot112: i'm lyka 25f from Iligan
ako: nice name. r u working? hav u bin hir in cebu?
lyka: k tanks. wala me work. yap but 8s only 2 weeks lang. last year
ako: ah ok. so, wat hav u bin doing n Iligan ol dis time? wala pa gyud ko kaanha sa iligan
lyka: (after a couple of minutes silence) what do u want now?
ako: well, 8 depends on wat u can ofer. (with a big grin!)
lyka: sot tayo
ako: cge. nahan ko mofrench kis sa imo lips. isuck imo tongue nya huwap2xon imo lawas
ako: ako dayn ipadagan ako dila sa imo chin hang2d sa imo liog. ako dayn ipa2yok ug kiss imo liog
lyka: shit! lami lagi ka modala
ako: (with improved ego) hinay2xon nako paubos ug kiss imo 2toy. icircle2x nako ako dila sa imo niples. ako dayn hinayon ug bite imo niples. lamia nimo uy!
lyka: share a load sa para maglami ta. 5 na lang blin ako load para dli ta mabtin
ako: ahak uy! gamay na lang pod ako load. next time na lang uy. nyt nyt (Bata pa kaayo ko para mahimong sugar daddy!)

Kamo na lang huna-huna kung nag-unsa ko paghuman. Basta natulog ra gihapon ko in the end.

post-heart

Valentine's gone at last. The euphoria is finally over. Thank heavens. Traffic was terrible last night. It took us twice the time to reach BTC. I just have to endure half an hour of Mark's agony. I hitched a ride with him so I made sure I sounded like I was in full sympathy with the traffic condition.

Drive-in motels took their share of clogged up traffic. Taxi lines at Jade's Court reached the corner of AS Fortuna! Lovers closely tied together at the backseat were too eager to take their turn of the room. I bet all motels share the same experience. There was a mass frenzy of sex and lust. I wonder how many gallons of sperm were ejaculated last night? I think it would be enough to sink the whole island of Cebu. And there would be enough female secretion to bathe all people in Cebu. As for me, I didn't lose a single sperm last night.

To answer the question thrown at me almost every single friend I met - I didn't have a romantic date yesterday. I don't know what made me decide to skip the opportunity. But I did not entirely skip Valentine's at all, although I was really contemplating about it for about and hour or two. I sent a valentine's text message to all my single lady friends at the stroke of midnight yesterday. I know that some are quite happy to receive something, even if it's cheap and trivial, like that. I could've sent a single rose if I have enough money. Hmmm. Maybe next time, I will collect money from them so I can buy a rose to each of them. That would be an idea. Dinner with Marie, Norman, Auxie, Cleng and Arnold at 10 Dove Street completed my night. Oh wait, actually a call from a friend is what really made my day.

hahaaaay

A big HAHAAAAY!!! Valentine's day na pod.

I couldn't remember when was the last time I went out on Valentine's Day with a sweetheart. Don't get me wrong. I always went out with a date. A prospect. But it never ended up into something serious. It seemed like a previous lifetime ago since I went out on a date with a girlfriend on Valentine's. This Tuesday is no difference at all. I would prefer staying at home rather than go out to malls and eat my entire heart out seeing all those lovers cuddling and chuckle-ing together. Hahaaaay na pod.

I've got 3 prospects this time. There's Ms. Sizzling, Ms. Js and Ms. La. I haven't met Ms. Sizzling yet but I already saw her via video conference (bless YM!) and became a regular chatmate. Ms. Js and Ms. La are both sexy and stunning. The question now is kinsa man gyud? After careful deliberation, I decided that it would be Ms. La I would be inviting for a Valentine's date. But, but, but kadumdom kos line ni Lany nga gikan pod kang Ella Rose (si masahista number 88), "Never, under any circumstances, touch it if you will not do anything about it."

I wouldn't deny the fact that men generally are afraid to face situations concerning emotions. A joke says, "Men are like mascara, they run out at the first sign of emotion." How very true indeed! I could no longer remember the last time I deliberated with myself whether or not I am ready. I was, and still am, afraid to know. There can only be 2 answers. But I guess, and people who have gone through these kind of things would agree, it's not as simple as having to answer yes or no.

I am afraid to know that I'm not yet ready. But then how the f*ck am I going to know if I'm ready or not if I'll never try and risk in the first place? I am afraid that if I'll go out with somebody, become serious with somebody, she might not be the person I'm looking for. I've been there once and it felt really, really bad breaking up with a girl and seeing her crying her heart out in front of you. I don't want that to happen again.

After giving out everything I have and failing at the end, I found it quite hard to settle. I became a coward. Counting all the worse that might happen even if I'm not there yet. I always love risks but this time around I am, to put it simply, afraid.

shove up and down

I was lying my back on a flat bench. Legs eagle-spread and bent. Sweat trickled on every corner of my body. I was panting. I shoved up. My face twitched and I felt the weight going down again. I did it again and again until it became a rhythm. Shoved up and down, up and down. I could feel my muscles constrict and expand. It was a good feeling but I knew that sooner my arms would give up. I had to let go. I can't carry it any longer. After a few minutes which seemed like an eternity, my arms trembled. My feet jerked. I'm almost there. I gave it one last shove and let out a grunt. I remained lying on my back while catching my breath. More gush of sweat dripped on every side of my body. I just couldn't believe I did it. I was able to bench press 30 lbs. of pure metal. Yeah, it's not much but it's a big deal for me who, 3 weeks ago, can only do 10 lbs.

Wipe that smirk off your face. hehehehe... Though I wish I was doing that dirty thought you're thinking a few seconds ago. But this post would not indulge on those kind of things.

I tried at some point to exercise. 5 years ago, I remember doing sit-ups. But after counting up to 5 with the greatest of effort, I remained still and went asleep. I never did it again since then. I bought a pair of dumb bells and weights 3 years ago. And all I did with it is to stare at it every morning when I wake up and imagine myself doing the exercise. I was that lazy.

I wouldn't be caught dead going to a gym. This was what I thought at least 2 years ago. But a slow realization that I am not growing any younger changed all that. Weighed with complains of back pains, knee pains, low vigor and a lot more. Roughly 3 months ago, I couldn't keep up with Tisha's grind moves on the dancefloor. My groove would only last an hour! After that I would only be standing and swaying among the crowd. That's horrible, I tell you, considering that during the prime of my teen life, I remembered dancing the whole evening away without even thinking about sitting down.

Then there was this thing about sexual performance. (Okay, I lied. I did talk about sex.) I couldn't do straight sets anymore. After the first round, I would feel really exhausted and would need all my mind power to be able to finish the second set. It used to be a minute of breathing before going to the next round but now it seemed I need at a quarter of an hour before proceeding.

I hope I would do better for the months to come. Wish me luck. teehee

new year! new year!

I had a feeling this is going to be a lucky year for me, aside from the fact that the chinese calendar says so. It said that all those born in the year of the snake will experience good fortunes in year 2006, the year of the dog.

To start with, I made this list. It's a pretty long list to do and buy for this year. It seemed like I'm cramming up for the things to do before 30. I'm gonna be 29 before the last quarter of this year. So, wish me luck!

Things to buy this year:
1) 3 pcs. fluffy pillow
2) electric iron. I always went to Tiya Renia's when I need extra ironing of my clothes.
3) mattress. The old ones need to go.
4) television. A close friend advised me that this would be a good buy to keep my feet on my room and not wonder in ungodly places.
5) computer. Same explanation above.
6) tennis shoes. Tennis practice would start Monday next week. I need to buy it this weekend.
7) running shoes. For gym use. Or maybe I'll decide to start doing some jogging later.
8) sandal/slipper. My second pair cannot be used further.
9) tennis racket. I'm supposed to buy a used one from Marie. But yesterday she told me that she won't be selling it. Bitch! I hope she'll made good of her promise that she's gonna help me find one.
10) second-hand Honda Civic. I always liked the 2000-2001 hunchback type. It's got a sporty look. Selling price was around 200K-250K.
11) 2 pairs of leather shoes. For office use. I never bought new ones for the last 2 years.
12) levi's jeans. Office casual every Friday now includes jeans. I have a good reason to buy.
13) guess jeans. I never liked Guess jeans. But I recently checked their store and they got those nice straight cuts and flares.
14) slacks. I was torn between buying RTW and going to a tailor. Mark suggested that for a lean body type like mine, I'm better off with custom fit. It's a good time to try.
15) golf shirts. I need lots of these. During my younger days, golf shirt is a big no-no. I always go for t-shirts. But now, these would be a good addition to my closet for office and party wear. Age does make a man...different.
16) refrigerator. The same close friend told me that since I'm really good in eating, I should have this. I'm going for personal size for my room.
17) curtain. My room really looked awful. I only got blinds, which is not enough to cover all the windows. They say it would also filter the dust coming to my room.
18) new lens for my glasses. I was drooling for the photochromic lens. I'll buy this next month.
19) cabinet/drawer. For storing all those craps laying on my room.
20) guitar. This could be a wishful item but who knows. I might start doing some guitar session few months from now.

Things to do this year:
1) go to a gym. This I already did. Today is my second day and pain is all over my body.
2) learn to play tennis. My first session would start on the 16th. I'm quite excited.
3) learn to play guitar. I hope my craving would surmount my wishful thinking so I can start this as soon as possible.
4) go jogging. I was considering doing this maybe next quarter. Mactan Air Base would be a good place early in the morning.
5) try hair spa/hot oil/etc. For the first time in my life, I let my hair grew a few inches. I need to try hair grooming while I still have patience for a long hair.
6) get a girlfriend. I got a long list. I'll be dating a chatmate this Saturday, then another one a weekend after that. I hope I can find a good match sooner.
7) go to Tiya Marcelina's grave. I kept on promising myself with this but never had the time last year. I will do my best to materialize it this year.
8) attend religious activities. Lalang invited me a dozen times last year but I always said no. I should try this once in a while. Who knows, I might meet my future bride in one of those sessions.
9) go to mass as often as possible. Going to mass won't be much of a problem to me but I might have problems doing it as often as possible.
10) flourescent lamp in my room. I transferred to my room 10 months ago but until now I still didn't had my lights installed. I'm always busy during weekends. I need to do this before this month ends.
11) learn foreign language. I hope there would be a foreign language class in the company this year so I could sit in and have my lessons for free. Any foreign language will do.
12) travel within Asia or in Palawan. I will certainly do this when #6 will come true. Cambodia and Thailand are on top of my list.
13) bungee jump. I heard there's bungee jumping somewhere in Cagayan. I need to plan this middle of this year.
14) sky jump. When I have an extra 5,000 pesos and will have even a single friend interested, I'll go for this.
15) white water rafting. Cagayan, as people say, has a good course for white water rafting.
16) scuba dive. I got excited when I plan for this. I like to buy my own wet suit and get a license.
17) teach nursery or kindergarten class. This is one of my dreams. The last time I inquired about this was, I think, a couple of years ago. But schools would prefer female teachers. I was hoping an opportunity would come by this year.
18) sleep early. 12 midnight should be considered late in the evening.
19) wait for my demands from my company until 1st quarter only. Otherwise, scour the world for better opportunities.
20) meet a chatmate in Dumanjug. I was planning to meet her there Friday next week or a week after that. I'm already excited. She said that she looks prim and formal but inside she's really aggressive.
21) have somebody lick my ass. Playboy lists it as one of the top fantasies of men specially if the girl is wacking him off at the same time. I hope I can have it for free in Dumanjug.
22) when opportunity comes, never hesitate screwing a married woman. I might go to hell for this. Well, I'm not really planning to break their family or something. All I want is plain screwing around. I got 2 opportunities already. The first time I almost did but my conscience bothered me. The second time I didn't mind her at all.
23) control sexual urges. I remembered sneaking out of the office for this reason, breaking an appointment and leaving a good conversation behind for this reason. I hope I won't do that again.
24) if there's a conflict between the two prior entries, the former must prevail.

It seemed like I already got a good list for the other year to come. hehehe

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...