A Different Kind of Cummin

Men are sexual by nature, would you agree? This is brought up with the fact that in males, their sexual organs are of external nature. Men's sexual organs are hanging between his crotch, unlike the females' where it is located inside their bodies.

I've been into experimenting different solo flight styles. Whether rubbing your dick up and down with your hands or rubbing it against something, each different scenarios gives the orgasmic sensation that men would like to achieve. I've been jerking off in so many ways during my lifetime: humping on the bed, humping against the wall, doing it with leather shoes or military boots, cock bondage, with oil, with petroleum jelly, with toothpaste, among others.

However I do it, sensation is best achieved with the elements of warmth and/or of slippery. These are also elements of the mouth sucking a dick, or an asshole or a vagina accommodating a manhood.

In my experience also, I realized that orgasm can be achieved when the underneath part of the dickhead is rubbed or stimulated. This part of the male organ is called fenulum.

Not all men are aroused when it's just their frenulum that's stimulated. According to the Anatomy of the Penis published in About.com:

"The frenulum is the indentation on the underside of the penis where the glans meets the shaft. For most men the frenulum is an area of great sensitivity."

With these concept in mind, the elements and the frenulum, I discovered different way of cummin'... using a bath tub and a shower of warm water.

So how did I do it? Lying on my back in the bathtub with the drainage unclogged, I positioned myself with my frenulum being hit by the drizzling warm waters from the shower. As the water hits with pressure on my frenulum, my manhood starts to erect and gets stimulated.

With the warm water hitting my body, a relaxing feeling came over me while my sexual appetite gets stimulated. It's like jerking off or being jerked off without any hands touching my manhood. The feeling is all intense, stimulating yet relaxing at the same time.

Maintaining the erection may be hard to do. However, one should concentrate on the stimulating feeling as the water hits on the my frenulum. So, I closed my eyes and think of any sensual or sexual fantasies.

Moving your hips gently and in rhythm, or "humping the warm water showers" gently, also adds to the orgasmic feeling. I guess I was in that scenario for around 10 to 20 minutes.

Then, something happened that I never thought would be possible: to cumm without being jerked off by a hand or without the dick being pressed against a solid object. I never thought it would be possible for me. "Look, no hands!"

And as the shower water continues to trickle down on me, I continued to release my man-juice out to its last drop.

It's amazing. Why not try it?
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So, this is Makati, Phils?

Almost 8pm. I was on my way home from Glorietta when I passed through an underpass. I've been here for three weeks now.

There were not much people in the underpass. There was only me, the guards and a PLU-looking guy about to cross my path.

I looked at him. He looked at me. He smiled. Out of courtesy, I smiled too. But I continued walking, without looking back, climbing on the escalator.

The next thing I knew, he was right behind me on the escalator. Apparently, he has walked back to follow me. I was surprised.

"May place ka ba," he asked. [Do you have a place?]

"Wala eh," I answered. [none]

"Akala ko may place ka," he replied [I thought you have a place]. Then he went back and went down the stairs.

I continued to go home.

My first taste of non-straight activities in Makati.
Can you show me around?

Bisexual - Traitor to the Homo and Hetero World?

I read in a Human Sexuality psychological book that bisexuals [people having sex with both male and female] are considered the traitors of the homosexual and the heterosexual world.

According to the book, through sexual activities with a homosexual or heterosexuals, bisexuals act as a bridge that allows transfer of the HIV between the homo world and the hetero world. Whether HIV started in the homo or the hetero world, it really doesn't matter.

Hmm. I wonder. Since studies show that HIV is a descendant to a virus that affects monkey, does it mean that the first infected person was a bestial? [people having sex with animals]

Hmmm. Well there could be another way of exposure huh?

Is There Life After HIV Positive?

Why do most people immediately equate male people living with HIV to homosexuality? Why do they say that HIV is God's curse to homosexuals?

Didn't they know that research reveals HIV is a descendant of a Simian Immunodeficiency Virus (SIVs), a virus that affects monkeys, because certain strains of SIVs bear a very close resemblance to HIV? [http://www.avert.org/origins.htm] So why do they just blame it to homosexuality?

Why when most people knew that one's living with HIV, they suddenly act as if infection was airborne?

Why do people declare those living with HIV as evil people, saying that those with HIV deserves it because of their sexual lifestyle? Didn't they know that sex and food are human's basic instincts?

Why do people condemn those living with HIV for having too much fun?

Why not people with diabetes for eating too much sweets?
People with high-blood pressure for eating too much lechon?
People with liver problems for drinking too much alcohol?
People with lung problems for smoking too much?

If you're a late 20's child and you know you were a hardcore sexually active person during your early teens, would you consider getting a test?

What happens after an HIV diagnosis?
Will it affect your view of your future?
Will it ruin your perception on commitment?

I guess a good and proper counseling is very critical and essential for those at risk, next to a very strong support system.

Be aware. Be wary. Be yourself.

Today Is AIDS Awareness Day [Dec. 1]

Today is World AIDS Awareness Day

Are you positive you're negative?


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Tantrums: Jeepney Matters

This post is a way off topic. I just have to voice out my tantrums.
originally posted at: http://littlepinoy.multiply.com

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO REPOST THIS BLOG
[for translations, please email jlfnewswire at gmail dot com.]
Puchang mga overpricing abusado na mga 21B jeepneys na yan!!!

"Dah! Naka-picture na gyud ko. Peste!"
[click picture to enlarge]

Jeepney Route: 21B
Plate number: GVW-259

Notes:
* Overpriced fares [more than the ones written in their tariffs. I think they all need to do their math!]
* Konduktura [probably the driver's wife], seated at the passengers' area. [magtuo kang walay konduktor noh?]
* Mo-reroute mo-UTurn lang ug kalit?! Di ka ihunong sa destinasyon. ATAY!

STRIKE TWO:
* Maghinay-hinay ug dagan para makaabot sa Red/Stop sa traffic lights. [peste!]
* The only jeepney [so far] na super maka-late on the way to work
* Layo kaayo nag-reroute nag-U-turn ug kalit kai mobalik sa agi-anan. PISTI!!! Dosie pa akong giplete, pwerte pa sad nakong layua'g gilakwan?! LATE pa gyud! Atay!!!!

STRIKE ONE:
See story at:
http://littlepinoy.multiply.com/journal/item/739/

"Hay! nahuwasan gyud ko'z kasapot."
[for translations, please email jlfnewswire at gmail dot com.]
PLEASE FEEL FREE TO REPOST THIS BLOG
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Straight Talks No.02: An Indecent Proposal

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Originally posted [and untranslated] in http://littlepinoy.multiply.com/journal/item/160/

"Tan, let's hire a [female] prostitute for you," a male friend of mine told me out of the blue. He was formerly my officemate in the company that I'm currently in. [I knew him to be straight though, and I think he still is. He's the typical chickboy.]

"What the?!" was my immediate response to his shocking proposal. "Me?! Hook up on a [female] prostitute? Are you sure [with what you're proposing?! What is going on with your mind, [name withheld]?"

He laughed. He was like a naughty toodler trying to convince his friends to cut classes.

"Come on! You're a waste! You're handsome and macho... They're all just going to be wasted," he said as an attempt to give in.

"Shut up!" was my retort with laughter.

"Come on," he tried to convince me again.

I was really wondering why he was forcing that issue on me when in fact he knew about my sexual preference. For some reason, he has the ability to discount that fact and still pretend he didn't know that "certain fact" about me.

"Well, maybe you can just be the one to hire the [female] prostitute? Then, you'll be the one to do it with her. I'll just be watching the two of you," I told him as a joke.

He laughed hard. Probably shocked at what I had counterproposed, he said "Noooo! You do it! You're going to be a waste if you don't hook up on female."

"Shut up! We'll be struck with lightning!" I exclaimed. We were passing by Cebu's Cathedral, an old church.

"Come on," he attempted to convince me again.

"Go on, ride a jeepney now because I have to go somewhere," I told him, hinting to him that we have to part ways already.

"You'll think about it, okay? I will ask you again," he said as I left him in the jeepney stop.

I smiled.

I never talked to him about it ever again.

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Straight Talks No.01: The Cartomancy's Prophecy

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"When was the first time you realized you were gay?"

I was surprised when a straight male friend asked me the question.

"Why did you ask?" I replied without answering his question.

"I just have to ask. So why?" He was persistent.

"Well, I'm not really sure. I just act the way I am and everything just came to me naturally," I answered.

My friend just gave a hmmmm sound. He was in deep thoughts.

"Why do you have to ask anyway?" I asked.

"The card reader told me that in the near future biological males will be attracted to me," he said with a sad tone in his voice.

I was more surprised. "Do you believe her?" I asked him.

"I don't know. Sometimes I think that's the reason why I have no luck in my courting with females," he explained.

I was silent. I remember that whenever he likes to make a move to a girl, I supported his endeavors and often encourage him to do so. The problem was, he often gets fed up.

I really don't know how to react to his queries, but one thing is for sure: I don't want to be the cause of his change of sexual preference.

"What are the signs that you're turning gay?" he interrupted my thoughts.

"Uhm, just be yourself bro. Don't worry too much about being gay or what," I replied. I'm not really comfortable being asked these questions. "Besides, that was just from a fortune teller. You still can change your destiny."

"Yeah, we can still change it," he said, trying to convince himself.

Now, he's with his long-term girlfriend. I think they're into each other for almost a year now.

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Multiplicity No.02: Bathroom Matters

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Three separate pictures, combined into one."Busy! Busy! Busy!"

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A Quick Encounter

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I was walking homeward one early afternoon when I noticed that someone was following me. Wait, I was the one following him? It just so happen that I stopped for a while to send a text message and when I was done, I realized he had walked past ahead of me already.

With my blurry vision, he was cute. Skinheaded. Formal. A guy in an office jacket. Opened buttons, showing his undershirt. Office slacks. Black leather shoes. Must be designer shoes.

He had flaws in my eyes though. He was lanky. A mahor turn-off for me. But I don't think he was that lanky. Those huge shopping bags he were carrying, evidently from designer shops were big minuses for me.

As I hit the "send" button on my phone, I continued walking. I saw him in front of me, obviously waiting for me.

"Hi," he said. "Where are you headed?"

"Uhmm... home," I replied in hesitation, not knowing whether I want him or not.

"Do you want to come with me?" He asked.

"Where?" I responded.

"My house," he said.

"Where's that?" I inquired.

"In Mandaue city," he answered.

I just came from my work in Mandaue, and it couldn't be practical for me to go back there at that hour.

"Uhm, why are you here? You're going to ride a taxi?" I asked him with a confused look in my face. Going to Mandaue is a long way back for me. I didn't think of what have we might do together, all I thought was I just might need some company.

"Yeah," he said. We were in the middle of the sidewalk.

There was silence between the two of us.

"I have a big dick," he suddenly whispered to me after the long silence.

My face glowed, my expression enlightened, then I immediately told him with a smile, "oh yeah! I'd just realized I really need to go home."

I immediately left him.

Then I wondered, "is it my phobia for actual sex? or is it my major turn-off for aggressive sexual advances that scares me away?"
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The Foot Fetishist

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"Kanina ka pa?" He asked me as he slowly sat beside me, on my left side. [Have you been here for a long time now?]

"Uhm, yeah," I answered. The place was dark with only the light from the movie screen illuminating. Eddie Murphy's "Meet Dave" was showing that time. "Have you seen this?"

"Actually, I only watch Tagalog* films," he answered timidly. [Tagalog is the Philippine's language]

"Oh okies," I replied as I placed my right feet on top of my left thigh. I moved my butt a little forward on my seat and lowered my body a little. There were only around four people in the entire lower level of the movie house.

He lowered his face on my right sneakers. From what I sensed, he must have been sniffing it. I can't decipher what he's doing exactly in the dark. He caressed my clothed right foot, slowly running his hands up and down my shoe and sock. Then, he attempted to untie my right shoe. I was alternately glancing at him and at the movie.

He finally took off my right shoe. I still have my right foot on my left lap. He sniffed my shoe for a couple of times for a few minutes.

Being a shoes/socks fetish myself, the scene gave me an instant erection. My manhood suddenly strains itself against my jeans. I slowly unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my fly. It was a relief.

He placed my shoe aside. Then with a quick maneuver beneath the seats, he was already on all fours like a dog sniffing on his master's feet. Darn, what am I getting? With my socks still on, I was still able to maintain my erection.

I looked at him. He was really enjoying this, huh? He was sniffing my feet from toes to heel, pushing his face against it occasionally. Damn! I wish I could be the one doing this sock/shoe worship to a crush of mine.

I still have my erection. This has a mutual benefit after at all. He told me he's only a foot fetishist but he's exciting me with his shoe/sock activities. I pulled out my hard manhood from my underwear and started stroking it. I don't expect him to touch my tool anyway. He has previously informed me that he doesn't suck or touch tools. He just love the feet. It's weird indeed, but interesting.

He started removing the one sock that covered my right foot. For some reason, my tool began to turn soft despite my jacking.

He was still on all fours, hidden from the other movie viewers. While I still have my right foot on my left lap, he continued sniffing my foot. I kept stroking my tool but I can't make it hard again. I just continued watching the movie, occasionally glancing at him. My foot feels like a dog was licking on it, only dry.

He wasn't licking my foot. He was just sniffing and pressing his lips and face against my sole. I just let him be. It must have taken around 10 minutes.

The movie was about to end. I knew that in this movie house, all lights will turn on during the movie breaks. I was about to inform him about the situation but I accidentally hit his face with my foot. He stood up and sat beside me again.

Then the lights went on as the movie credits were still flashing on the screen.

"I love the smell of your foot," he whispered to me with a smile.

"Huh?" I was surprised. A few hours ago, he asked me how long I have been wearing my socks. Four days, I guessed. He got real excited. "Are you sure?" I asked him, trying to hide my disgust.

"Yeah," he smiled. Then he told me he'll head for the washroom. It took him a while in the bathroom. I was expecting him not to come back again, but he did come.

"You know what," he told me when he sat beside me again, still on my left side. "I already came."

"Huh? When? In the washroom?" I asked. In an instant, I touched his crotch to feel for a wet spot, only to realize that I won't be able to feel anything through his pants anyway.

"Here, while sniffing your foot," he answered. Smiling.

"What?!" I was astonished. He came while doing those stuffs alone? From what I remembered, he never took his hands off my feet. Did he come without jacking it off? Or did I miss something?

He just smiled.

The movie started again and the lights went off.

He continued his routine. Right shoe, right sock, right foot. Him on all fours. I just concentrated on the movie this time. His lips on my foot feels like a soft massage for me.

I accidentally dozed off for a few minutes.

"Hey, I need to go now," I told him when I finally felt too tired. He was willing to let me go.

On my way home, I got a text message from him, saying:

Thank you, master, for letting me smell your feet. I really love it. I love the scent. Hope we can do it next time.

I smiled and squirmed at the same time, not knowing how to really react to what he said.

"Don't call me master," I murmured to myself, not particularly sure if there should be a next time.
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Allergic to what?!

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Doctor: I can't find anything wrong with the discomforts inside you. I think it's your paranoia. Basing on your history, one thing is for sure . . . you're allergic to condoms.

Me: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!


. . . and my phobia for real actual "do" has been intensified.
[maayo nalang gyud ko'g storya ani ay. faetz!]
pesti! pesti! pesti!

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Know Your Men-In-Uniform Week

Last week turned out to be an interesting week, which I labeled as my "Know Your Men-in-uniform Week." I guess that's self-explanatory.

I never liked straight guys. Oh, well, I used to despise straight guys when they start coming into the picture of a non-straight person. But I guess life has it's mysterious ways to change destiny, huh? Mind you, I'm still really cautious about straight men getting interested in non-straight people.

There's something about men in uniforms that attract me. Is it because they seemed like dressed to strip or be stripped? I'm an exhibitionist in my own right, and a stripper in my own move.

Is it the fact that they are indeed wearing a "uniform," which makes them look formal, neat and clean. Those tucked-in shirts revealing every inch of curves and bulges of their masculinity? Is it the shiny boots or leather shoes that enhances their macho appeal and at the same time their potent sensuality?

There's something about men in uniform that drives me weak in the knees. Or is it my phobia for people in authority? Ha! I got it. Yes. I got a phobia for men in authorities. But that's another story.

They make me weak in the knees, wanting to kneel in front of them and submit myself to their service. They make me feel both secure and threatened. Darn. This masochistic tendency of mine.

But my week with men in uniform wasn't anything like that. It just amazes me that in the span of one week, I had interacted to a lot of men in uniform, which rarely happened to me before because I never dare come near them.

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Monday, Lunchtime

I was walking down the street from the main office to the "field". The old security guard in a nearby building greeted me as I pass by. We knew each other by face and we've greeted each other from time to time, but never talked. However, this time, he was asking me something.

"Huh?" I walked toward him. [He's not my type though. It's the other security guard that's my type. Hehehehe.]

"Where's your sexy friend?" [translated] He asked me.

"Uhm, are you refering to me?" I thought to myself. [whahaha! kidding!] "Uhm, which one?" I asked him. At this time, I was thinking of "T" -- one of my friends/officemates -- but I was waiting for him to mention about a toddler boy.

"The one you're always with," he continued.

"Every lunch?" I asked, trying to hide a giggle. Now I'm thinking of "G" -- a friend/officemate whom I'm always with.

"The one that you're always with every lunchtime, together with your friend who's always in dress."

Bingo! He wasn't referring to "T" nor to "G" but to "Hot Mama!"

"Oooh," I exclaimed. "They're not having their lunch near the main office today..."

The rest is history.


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TUESDAY Afternoon

I was walking towards the Highway from the office. I'm often cautious walking along the Highway where the jeepney stop is because the two assigned policemen there are already my friends. I'm really uncomfortable talking to them. Good thing I haven't seen them for a long time already. I was thinking they've been reassigned.

As I was passing by the banks along the Highway, I caught a glimpse of a man in uniform behind a security guard station. I could only see his face. He was smiling at me and waving at me. My unreliable eyes strained to focus on who he was. Looking at his haircut, I thought he was "Ju," one of the policemen I knew. He was shouting like, "come over here. Someone wants to extend his regards on you." while pointing to someone inside an area hidden from the streets.

Walking towards him, I later realized that it wasn't Ju. "Whaaaaaaat?!"

He kept on smiling and pointing to someone beside him which I couldn't see yet.

Then I realized he was pointing to Ju!

"Nge?! Ei, how are you?" I asked in surprise. He was surprised to find me too.

I soon realized that the guy who has been calling me is one of the security guards in that bank. He's a tall, broad-shouldered, smooth-shaven, fair-skinned guy.

"Why don't you invite me too in one of your nightouts?" he said as a joke.

My anti-straight radar rang. Eeeeeng?! "Hustler alert?"

We've talked for a few seconds, while I'm still composing myself from the shock. I didn't expect these guys to be talking to me.

There's another bank security personnel, too. An old friendly guy. He was clueless at first regarding what has just happened. Then he joined in the conversation.

I got to run. I was in a hurry.


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TUESDAY Night, part 1

Crap! I haven't caught "B" and "T" and Company at Watsons! I texted "T" as to where they've gone, but he didn't respond immediately. While waiting, I just stood along the side of Watsons.

My "secret crush" is on duty. No, not the House Detective. The man in uniform itself. That s.guard wearing tight pants and uniform revealing his broad chest and manly hips. Well, I guess one thing I might not like with him is his drooping mouth. But I guess it's also the reason why I like the barber in Mango too. There's something about drooping mouths that makes me wanna stare.

He was on duty inside. While I was outside, standing. He started looking at the glass pane, to my direction, and started fixing his tie to reach his belt buckle and fixing a little at his pants.

Huh? Can he see me? I wonder. I think he can't see me outside. The reflections from the glass pane are deceiving.

After a few seconds, he fixed his uniform again, facing my direction. Fixing his tie again, making sure he looks good. Trying to reach the tip of his tit to his belt buckle.

Darn! I'm getting a fever! I wanted to stare. But there are other people in front of me, and near me. I wanted to get a picture of him discreetly.

He fixed his tie again....

Darn! When will he ever stop?

I can't take it anymore. I went inside the store and went directly to "JP," the barista of the coffeeshop inside.

"They just left a few minutes ago," JP told me. Darn, I'm late. So I just went outside without looking at the Watsons Guard.


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TUESDAY Night, part 2

I was on my way home when I passed by a neighboring internet cafe and saw a recently-found friend coming out of the cafe for fresh air. He's a Security Guard in that cafe. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other. I gave a quick salute as a sign of acknowledgement.

"I'm just passing by, chief!" I said.

"How about a smoke?" He offered me a box of cigarette from his hands. The first time he saw me, I was chain smoking for three hours.

I accidentally opened my hands, revealing a box of cigarette too. "Ooh, I'm still holding to some."

"Do you have a light? I could use your light," he asked.

"Oh sure." I responded gleefully while reaching through my pockets for the lighter. I'm not used to these manly situations. With his cigarette on his mouth, I offered to light up the lighter. He used his palms to prevent the air from blowing the fire... He kept his palms closer together... touching my hands in the process... There's something phallus in the way he gestured his hands and fingers...

I felt awkward. Once his cigarette lighted, i moved a little away. Smiled. He smiled.

"I'm heading for home now," I told him.

"Oh okay." he mentioned.

I smiled wide at him and walked away without looking back.


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Wednesday, Afternoon

I was walking down the Highway again. Why is this the only way for me to go home? Crap.

I can't see Ju's motorcycle parked anywhere. I continued walking to the jeepney stop. The old guy was there. He waved at me.

I was surprised! I never expected him to recognize me. I waved back at him and smiled.

"Your policeman isn't on duty today," he shouted.

"Ah okay," was all I could respond with a smile. "Whaaaaaaat!? I wasn't looking for him!" I told myself. There's something fishy about all these.

I went home.


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Thursday, Afternoon

I was walking along the Highway again. This time, with a female officemate. We passed by the bank and saw the two Bank Security Guards: the older guy and the younger macho guy.

I was still talking to my officemate, when I saw them waving at me. I waved back and smiled.

My officemate and I continued walking towards the jeepney stop.

Is this gonna be a hard habit to break?

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Thursday, Night

I'm in Watsons again. This time with T and B and Oo and Bu and Je. We were all sitting in the coffee shop area, with me facing to the Watson's entrance... where the Watsons Guard [remember Tuesday Night Part 1?] was in plain view. Unfortunately, my eyesight is failing me again. I got blurry vision.

I was opening and moving my mouth around to exercise my jaw. If someone was looking at me, they would think I'm seducing.

With my poor vision, it took me a while to realize that I was staring at the Watsons Guard. I focused my vision. I stopped the erratic movement of my mouth, and just made slight closing and opening of my mouth... while still looking at him.

With my fleeting consciousness, it took me a while [again] to realize that he has been making glances at me. Is it because he's gonna be mad at what I've done? I was taking the risk. I got a valid reason, my eyesight is blurry. I was literally staring at him! :-o

Then at one moment, our eyes were fixed... I don't know if it was really our eyes that met... it was so intense to the point that sooner or later, he could come up at me and reprimand me for giving him a suspiscious stare. Does he know about me? Or being in the security department, would he think I'm a bad element?

At a spur of the moment, I accidentally gave him a wink. Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?! wait!?! Accidentally??? Yes! Accidentally. He's face gave a slight shock.

I looked away. I never looked back at him again. Never again.


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Friday, Night

I was hurrying to Watsons to meet T and Oo. As I passed by the neighboring internet cafe, the Security Guard from Tuesday Night Part 2 was standing outside the door.

"Chief!" I greeted.

"Hey!" He smiled.

I was passing by in front of him when he mentioned, "Hey! You're zipper's open! Is that ready for a . . ."

When I looked down, I could definitely see my bulge through my undies. "Whattepack?!" I exclaimed to myself in embarrassment. I was sooo embarrassed, all I can tell him was "the zip's accidentally opened."

He was smiling.

"Is that ready for a . . ." his words linger in my mind throught the night.


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Saturday, Dawn

Dance. Beer. Smoke.
"B" and company had left me in Doce.
I was all alone. "B" didn't know I was already wasted. I never told him. There was a miscommunication actually when he told me we're going home. He thought I was meeting someone. I never did. Hahahah

So there I was. All alone outside Doce. Trying to text anyone to fetch me home. When all of a sudden, I heard a manly voice from behind me.

I looked around. A cute handsome mature guy... from what I could recall was in a Barangay Tanod attire.

Wow! Another man in uniform! I thought to myself.

"Uhm, you're not allowed to lean on our coconut tree," he told me calmly.

"Oh! sorry." I walked away. Forgetting that he was a man in uniform. Haha.


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Saturday, Afternoon

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Mysticism Always Amaze Me

I love it!
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Your result for The RPG Class Test...

Mystic Theurge

11% Combativeness, 23% Sneakiness, 59% Intellect, 64% Spirituality

Brilliant and spiritual! You are a Mystic Theurge!
Score! You have a prestige class. A prestige class can only be taken after you've fulfilled certain requirements. This may mean that you're an exceptionally talented person, but it probably doesn't.
The Mystic Theurge is a combination of a cleric and a mage. They can cast both arcane and divine spells, and are good at both, making them pretty terrifying on the battlefield. They have more raw spellpower than just about any other class.
You're both intelligent and faithful, but not violent or deceitful. I guess that makes you a pretty good person.

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Of Shaved Heads and Fast Hair Growth

I have my head shaven again... leaving a ponytail at the back.
It's the same haircut I have last time.
My head will turn black with hair again within three days.
That fast? Sigh.

I guess this time I should try not to release my manjuice for a week.
I usually do it six times a day.
Three before I get up in the morning, and three before I go to sleep at night [or dawn].
Probably seven or eight times in nights when I get nightmares.
Crap.

I noticed.
The more frequent I release my juice, the faster my hair grows.
Is there really a relationship?
Crap.
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Foot Fetish: Will Never Understand It

My latest ex-flame said he is a feet fetishist. By definition in the abnormal psychology field, fetishism is the sexual arousal or gratification resulting from handling an object [the fetish]. Fetishistic arousal becomes a problem when it interferes with normal sexual or social functioning and where sexual arousal is impossible without the fetish object.

Oh well, I guess that was an extreme case?

As I learned in my college classes, there's a degree of psychological disorder in each one of us. This also means that everyone has a fetishistic arousal on when he or she finds a particular bodily features attractive.

I know my ex-flame's foot fetish wasn't extreme. But I couldn't really understand people who loves to lick, suck, sniff, kiss the feet or toes of another person. Why do they get aroused at a sight of nice feet? How could they be stimulated? What's in the feet that makes them want to worship it? How does the feet smell? [this one I don't want to know.]

Feet fetish isn't really my thing.

By the way, I got a fetish for male shoes. Leather or not. Hahaha! I bet you got questions for me the same as I questioned foot fetishist, ei?

Third Party...

Why do I always end up the third party?
Why do I always end up in a threesome?
Why do I always end up the plaything?
Why do I always end up the spice?

Scene 1: Newborn
Welcome to the filthy world.
One week before the 16th birthday.
Old man. Old guy. 45 years old.
Convincing me my first time.
Online.
I hesitated. One hour negotiations.
I agreed.
Confessed to put me on a threesome.
I hesitated...again.
Another hour of negotiations.
I agreed.
Second guy's 18.
Shocking. My schoolmate.
Except I'm highschool
He's college.
Sucking. Licking. Jerking.
End of story.
Still schoolmates.
Awkward looks.
End of stories.

Scene 2: Live-in Partners.
I like the guy. No special attraction for the second.
I met first guy, shocked with second guy's presence.
First guy invited. Caught me off guard. I hesitated.
I agreed the next day.
Threesome.
Lovers on me. Lovers in me.
One by one.
Missionary.
[silence]

Second time. Another round of missionaries.
Partners on me. Partners in me.
One by one.
[silence]

Third time. Second guy's on a trip.
I'm left with the first guy.
First guy on me. First guy in me.
Missionary.
Caused a stir in their relationship.
I disappeared. They disappeared.
Chaos.

Scene 3: Second Guy's Flings.
Fling No.1, an old friend.
Fling No.2, a married guy.
Second Guy, their common denominator.
Disease. Diseases healed.
Flings in pain. Emotional pain.
The pain of being betrayed.
Caused by Second Guy.
I was there. With Fling Nos.1&2.
They made me comfort them.
In an unusual way.
Softcore.
I love Fling No.2.
Fling No.1's still my good friend.
Fling Nos. 1 and 2 used to be lovers.

Scene 4: Bull schitsz
Internet morning chats-turned booking.
Nightime. Chatter is texting sweet.
Making sure I come.
I came. Chatter's partner fetched me.
We're both shocked.
I think we knew each other.
NonChatter's a medical professor.
Cutting long story short.
I kneeled. Pius. No, not missionary.
Worship.
Hardcore. Super hardcore.
Uber hardcore.
Shit. Bull schitsz.
Pain.
Cum. Cum.
Will not do it with them again.
Embarrassment.

They cooked dinner. We ate.
NonChatter asked me to stay for the night.
I refused.
Trippers.
I hate trippers.
But I wanna see them tripping.

Scene 5: Third-Person. Confidante.
Old friend. Good friend. Chat friend. Phone friend.
Sad and blue. Friend suspected his lover isn't true.
I was there. Supporting him. Assuring him.
Comforting him that everything is okay.
He trusted me. He confides in me.
Loose bounds. Out of bounds.
Friendship mixed with emotions.
Love. Love for friends. So much love for friends.
Love for friend, more than love for lover.
Delicate grounds.
Bad grounds.
His relationship with Lover started to dwindle.
He suspects his Lover cheating on him.
He found solace in telephone group conferencing.
Crossline.
He got addicted.
He abandoned me.
Totally took me for granted. Broke a lot of promises
I left. I let him alone.

One day he called me.
His suspicion for Lover was true.
They've now broken.
But I had already abandoned him a long time ago.
I cannot bear the pain he gave me before I left him.
Went separate ways. Pains unhealed.

Accidentally met him after two years.
And he has a new lover.
Much more better than the previous one.
I'm happy for them.
Pains now healed.


Scene 6: The Present.
Long distance affair. 50 years old, he say.
With live-in partner.
I'm their potential baby.
I'm their long-distance potential baby.
But distances doesn't matter.
He's sweet. Calls and text me everyday.
I love older men.
He said everything's with his partner's consent.
I'm their baby.

Me? A third-party?
No.
I'm the fourth party.
I'm the second baby.
They had their first for five years now.
A year older than me.

I could get booted any minute from now.
We will see when they finally meet me.
I guess I shouldn't expect anything.

A Late Post

I hate scheduled goodbyes.
But it's better than a sudden goodbye.

But still, I hate scheduled goodbyes.
You know, when you know the date someone will leave...

The nearer the day of goodbye comes, the more anxious you become.
What will happen after?
Will I be able to leave a lasting impression?
Will he remember?
WIll he cherish?
Will he.....

Anxiety attacks...
... causing worries...
... causing depression...
... causing gloom... sadness...
We need to release our anxiety in a more crative way...

Shopping? Gluttony? Power dressing?

As for me, I take it on my head...
the hair, to be exact...

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Weird Wacky Wednesday Dream... [or nightmare?]

WARNING: Contains very explicit sexually-related descriptions.

Wednesday night. Almost midnight. Headache. Fever. I accidentally slept. Nocturnal dream. No... Dreams. Emphasis on plurality.

The dream started with me going out of the house. A tall guy was following behind me. He came out from the house that's just somewhat in front of mine. Tall. Very Tall. My height is just half as his. Moreno. Must be latino. Short hair. very short hair. Sporting a tight pants. Not so tight. And an open leather vest. Torso. Yes. Slim... Torso. Abs. Six-pack. Defined six-packs. I noticed him walking behind me. He caught up with me. Never expected him to start a conversation. "Ei, we're neighbors! How are you?" he said. "Yeah, i thought so." I responded. I do not recognize him though. He smiled at me... grinned... naughty wink. "Uhmm... can i touch your... abs? They look so defined" I asked timidly. Not able to resist the sight of his abs. "Sure!" he said in glee. We were in the streets walking... I touched his abdomen. I do not know what I touched in reality, but in my dreams, I was touching every curve of his six-pack abs.... solid, defined, tracing every depressions... He was giggling as i touched him. We were on the streets, walking. He brought me to his housemates who were waiting in the next street corner. Teases. SOme of his housemates I'm familiar. SOme, not. He placed his solid arms on my shoulders. Whispering something. I think we're heading for a drinking spree. The street started to be blury.
We were in a vehicle. The tall moreno hunk's arms still on my shoulders. In another car, were two females and their driver. They were teasing us... I dont know what or why exactly. It ended with our driver, hijacking the other vehicle. The vehicles started to become blury.

I woke up inside a resort... a very open resort. With rooms without walls, only beams. Only one wall, to separate the rooms from each other. The showers are within each room, but without walls. I roam around the resort. Almost all the people here are males... Most of them have orange auras. Darn. Is this an orgy area? I see many doing it. Some teasing. Some playing. Some on hardcore. I got two roommates. Both male. I think they're up to something for me. Their grins are naughty. But they're friendly. It started with them spraying me with water. My wet clothes cling to my body. Revealing my bulges. baby fats, and the endowment. They started to walk towards me. The room started to get blurry. [good thing!]

I woke up with my hands and lips romancing another moreno guy. He was a little bit taller than me. Medium built. Carressing. Behind me was a female. Short hair. Boy-cut hair. Morena. Lean. Slim. Very slim. Not as lanky as Wilma Does Not. Tall. Very tall. Like a model. Not so endowned on the chest. She looks like the first assassin who died in the movie, Naked Weapon. Both of them, the guy and the gal, were pressing against me. Sandwiching me. Carressess... butterfly kisses... And we're in an open space with other people who doesnt seem to care what we're doing. Darn. And eeeewww! These aren't my cup of tea. Suddenly, an annoying guy approached us. "Relo bai! Relo ma'am!" Looks like a stolen watch. My partners said "No" The "salesman" persisted. Obvious that he wanted to watch the "live show" Gosh! "So weird and simang the scenes talaga." The gal was the one most annoyed. He pulled me and our guy-partner into a private room. Locked it up. and put us on bed. She asked me to work on her. She got boyish features anyway. I complied... still with a little bit of disgust. Just focusing on her boyish features. When I reached her chest, I stopped. She laughed. Knowing that I cannot take it anymore. I'm allergic to mammary glands. Our guy-partner was behind me. Romance. It was a long softcore foreplay full of carresses, sensuality and butterfly kisses. The three of us in perfect harmony. It's softcore. Threesome. I want to vomit. The room started to blur... and a blinding light start to come.

I woke up for real, this time. My big brother has arrived and was turning all the lights on. I woke up with pains and aches all over my body. Darn. I should have taken two tablespoonfuls of honey before I sleep. My evening ritual. Now, my body aches. Darn. I'm sexually repressed, i guess. Stupid dreams. Stupid abstinence.

Unusual Week

March 24, 2008. Monday.
I dated a straight guy. It's my first time.
I despised straight guys actually.
It's been months since we first met. We haven't talked since then.
... until now.
A security guard. One of my object of desire.
I didn't know what happened. It just all came in a rush.
He was the one making the first move on me.
With moaning sighs, cock teasing and lip licking.
He was hitting on me first. I merely responded.
But I never wanted to have sex with him.
He's one of my crushes. But sex isn't the reason why I want him.
We had dinner. He asked for it.
My treat. I have no other choice, actually.
We had beer. Two Grande.
He doesn't drink hard drinks. What an irony.
He was asking me to be his "Steady," whatever that means.
At the end of it all, I noticed...
he is acting like a hustler.
Reasons here. Reasons there.
Begging. Asking.
Money talks.
I smiled. Casually walked away.
You are hitting on the wrong guy, dude.
I spent 300 pesos for just one night.
Darn.
But I was happy we talked.
I told him I had been admiring him eversince I first saw him.

March 25, 2008. Tuesday.
I'll give the guard another chance.
He's my crush anyway.
If he'll try doing his hustling skills again, even a single peso, it's goodbye.
He asked for dinner.
This time, I chose the place. I want it MY TREAT.
So I chose the nilarang dishes. At least I'm enjoying the dinner.
Had beers. As usual.
At the end of the date, he activated his hustling skills again.
I stopped and smiled.
I already know what to do tomorrow.
[If seeing you costs at least 300 bucks a night for dinner and beer,
I'd rather watch a movie at the downtown area.]

March 26, 2008. Wednesday.
I'm sick... of seeing that straight guy, the security guard.
I went home early. What a vacation from disappointments!

March 27, 2008. Thursday.
I went to piss in my usual stopover.
I saw my other crush.
The one whom I labeled as a tripper.
He was aggressively tripping on other trippers.
I smiled.
Darn. Why does he have to be tripping?
[missing scenes]
[missing scenes]
I walked away. I didn't know he was following me.
He talked to me.
I didn't know why he's talking to me,
he had been ignoring me the whole time.
But I must say I'm happy inside.
A crush making a move on me.
"What you just did was great... and wow!" he said with a big smile.
"Ganun?" I was surprised. "Do you want to know why?"
"Why?"
"Because you're my crush, and I'm giving it all."
His face enlightened.
He invited me for dinner.
Later on, we had beer.
Everything was HIS TREAT.
What an irony. :-D
[missing scenes]
We talked many stuffs. About our past, lovelife, work, passion, a lot.
The rest is history.
We'll see about that.

March 28, 2008. Friday.
I haven't heard from daddyOzzie this week.
Was he mad at me? I hope he's okay.
Is this the law of equivalent exchange?
Getting to know two of my crushes...
... in exchange for dad?

Darn.
We'll see about that.

CR Moments No.02: Stop or Go.

It is my routine at the Mango Square.
I enter, I piss, I exit.
I sit on the bench.
I people watch for a while.
I go home.

One time, my routine was cut short.
I stopped at pissing.
I entered the room to answer the nature's call.
Nobody was here. I stood at one urinal.
Then a few seconds later, I saw someone entering.
Unexpectedly, he stood on the urinal beside me.
Why does he have to stand beside me when . . .
. . . there are five other vacant urinals around?

I know what was coming. I tried ignoring it.
I looked at his face... and... goddamn!!
I realized he was one of my crushes here in the Square!
Darn!
My heart leaped.
But darn!

You looked at me.
Gave me a discreet smile.
Threw me a seductive wink.
My knees shake. I felt like melting.

No! No! No!
I shouldn't be in this situation!
I should walk out by now.
But his face is too compelling.

I'm super torn between wanting him...
. . . and abiding to my abstinence goal.
Darn! Darn! Darn goal.

Your gaze was fixed on my eyes.
Then you point your lips downwards.
I followed the gaze.
And realized, you weren't urinating at all.
You were . . .
. . . [jerking off]

Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?!
I should have been smarter.
I should have walked away now.
I could break my promise of abstinence.
Darn! Darn!

I really hate trippers.

I just stared at you. Smiled a little...
...as you continued to jerk off.
I don't wanna hold that.
I don't wanna hold your manhood.
I'd rather caress your broad chest . . .
. . . than play with your manhood.
I'd rather nibble on your earlobes...
I'd rather run my fingers on your nipples...
I'd rather lick your belly button.

By the way, that's such a humongous manhood.
Darn you! What a tripper!

No. I shouldn't be here in the first place.
Resistance is futile.
I'm close to breaking my abstinence goal.
No. No. No.

Another person came in . . .
He stood beside you.
You must have known him as a cruiser already.
Since you didn't stop doing what you do.
Still looking at me. Jerking off.
The other guy looked at you...
oh wait, he was looking at yours.

I didn't go out. Curious of what could happen next.
The the guy beside you can't help it anymore.
He turned you around a bit,
... knelt on the floor...
... and sucked your dick.

Oh my... oh my...
Just what I thought.

You were staring at me with manic eyes...
... as that guy venerated your manhood with his wet lips.

I cannot explain what I felt.
Excited... Excited at the live show?
Fear... Fear of being caught?
Jealousy.... jealousy of seeing my crush being [physically] owned by someone else?
Wrath? Wrath against myself for not taking you when I had the opportunity?
Relief . . . relief of not breaking my abstinence goal?
Contentment... contentment of what had just happened?

You were halfway to climax when . . .
... another guy entered the room.
The two of you stopped before being seen by the new guy.
I decided to walk away this time.

I hate trippers.
I don't wanna be involved with a tripper.

CR Moments No.01: The Real Score.

. . . and there I was, in my usual stopover at the Mango Square.
No. Not really that usual though.
From the corner of my eye, I saw you standing by the small path to the comfort rooms.

Shaved head. Broad chest. Tall.
Mature face, almost daddy-looking.
Maroon polo-shirt with the hems tucked under...
Black slacks.
Black leather shoes.
Formal.
*DARN!*
My type...
RATZ!!!! I need to stop this.

It was the first time I saw you.

You looked at me. I looked at you.
It was a two-second glance.
I continued walking. Going down to the next lower level.
I browse around the Square, for a while. I need to forget you.

Unfortunately, you went down. Passed in front of me.
Keeping your stare. I wanted to look away.
But i kept the stare, thinking how long you could keep it.
I need to stop this. I'm not even sure whether you're . . .
. . . a straight guy who's about to reprimand me due to the stare...
. . . or a tripper looking for some trippin'

Darn. I think this is pure lust.
Or pure frustration.
Maybe, all I want was talk. a conversation.
Getting to know you. Smile. Make good with you.
Talk. Leave a memorable impression.
*sigh* I'm a boring date. Duh.

You were headed outside the Square.
I followed you, wondering where you might be heading.
My intuition was right.
From afar, I can see you heading for the B-Line, another cruise area.
You were being followed by a familiar-looking guy, a cruiser I used to know.
Darn. I hate this.

I have to know if B-Line is really your destination.
I really don't know why I have to know.
By this time, the familiar-looking cruiser was ahead of you.
I was looking at you. It was obvious that you were following him, this time.


. . . and there, caught in the act . . .
. . . I saw you . . . both of you . . .
. . . entering . . . into the abyss of . . .
. . . the B-Line's comfort room.

I don't have to know what comes next...
. . . or what'll happen inside.
I was having a headache. Probably a heartache.

Crap. I hate trippers.

. . . then the rain fell.

. . . and got a textmessage from daddyOz inviting me to join him and trey for dinner... I'm glad they did. They didn't know they're saving me from going back to my old ways. The old hardcore ways that I abandoned around three years ago.


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Tummy Talks

Sundays. As usual, I'm on my weekend diet.
I'd rather sleep the whole day than eat a meal.

I skipped breakfast.
I ate brunch.
I skipped lunch.
*sigh*

I shouldn't be eating anything today.
Discipline, Ethan. Discipline.

I was about to sleep again, around 10am.
My six-year old niece woke me up.
She brought me one liter of C2 green tea from the grocery.
Wow! My favorite!
I drank it all in just an hour. *darn!*
My belly bulges again.
I'm addicted to C2, green tea flavor.

I'm bored of sleeping.
I decided to go to the kitchen to help out with the cooking.
I ended up helping my niece cook some pancakes.
I helped her eat them, too. Wahahah!
Ah crap! Good thing I only ate one piece.

I should be getting back to sleep.
I lie down for a while.
I ended up doing sit-ups. Twenty sit-ups only.
Oh crap, I should be doing these more.
Discipline, Ethan. Discipline.

I can't take my power naps.
I decided to sit in front of the computer,
doing some work-related documents.... and blogging.
My belly compresses. Trying to bulge more.
Darn.

I did some belly rolls in front of the mirror.
Only ten.
Darn.
Big tummy. Big wavy tummy.
At least I can belly dance, though.

I punch a portion of my tummy with two fingers.
I can see ripples.
Save the whale! Save the whale!

It's dinner time. Should I eat the spaghetti?
Sigh. It's only once in a while. I should eat.

I should be buying again those fat-burner pills.
It gave me security.
Oh wait. Ratz!
I don't have any moolah yet to buy such luxury.
Sigh.

I ought to take a bath again now.
Time to go to church.
... and pray for a non-troublesome belly.
I think I should buy some fat-burning bath soaps again.
It worked last time.
I shit grease that time.
As if I was eating blue marlin.
Eeeewww. Gross!

I hate you, my belly.
You are lactose-intolerant.
You are full of air.
You are troublesome.
If I don't eat, you hurt so much.
If I eat, you make me too sleepy.
If I eat only half-portions, you make me both sleepy and hurt.
If I drink coffee to wake me up, you make me shit.
If I only drink one glass of water, you grow two times bigger.
I hate you! I hate you!

Roll, belly. Roll!


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Missing someone . . .

I miss him . . .

The friend who hugs often and much . . .

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Im Sensual. Not Sexual.

I am sensual. Not sexual.

I like you. So much.
You caught me glancing at you. Probably staring at you.
I delight your presence.
Your meaningful stare, your seductive lip licking...
Dances tango with my own lip synching, silent whispers.

I like you. But it doesn't really mean I lust you.

I like you. I like to be hugged by you.
But it doesn't mean I wanna get down on you.
It doesn't necessarily mean I want you inside me.
It doesn't really mean I want myself inside you.

So forgive me if I don't follow you
as you go inside the comfort room... hoping for a quickie.
No, I don't want a quickie with you.
I'll just get hurt.

I'm sensual. Not sexual. I play through vision
Snake slithering. Lip licking and biting.
Tongue play. Sinful smile. Sinister gaze.

I'm sensual. Not sexual. I play through sound.
Silent whisphers. Moans. Pleasurable moans.
Deep. Dark. Sensual.

I'm sensual. Not sexual. I play through touch.
Soft touch. Quick touch. Tongue touch. Body trailing.
Body trailing through lips and tongue.
Wet kisses. Quick bite. Earlobe sucking.

I'm sensual. Not sexual. I play through smell.
Musk. Men's natural scent. Mild scents.

No. No penetrations, if we could. Please.
I have my phobia. I have my paranoia.

So forgive me if I run away, each time you give me an indecent proposal.

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Reminiscing Memories

"I can't stand the super dooper low-tech computer that your company
is making me use. Plus... dot matrix printer?! OMG! Are they freaking
out of their minds? And the General Manager's mother and her hyperactive
big brother is making me do these f*ckin' encoding, editing and
photoshopping non-work related documents?! and threaten me to finish the
work before the day ends? My gosh! I have no problem with the extra
non-work related jobs... but the obsolete computer?? Gosh!
THEY'RE COST-CUTTING ON THE WRONG GUY!!"

~~ sagot ni Junjun noong tinanong siya ng HR bakit siya nag-resign ~
[Ethan's answer when asked by the HR why he decided to resign]

Broken Promise

I always keep my word... oh well... scratch that.
Most of the time, I keep my promises.
I see to it that I keep my promises.
Shocks! I can't even say it right.

That's the reason why I seldom make a promise. . . because if I do, I will surely do my very best to keep it.

Okay! Okay.
I'm guilty.
I'm guilty of breaking a promise...
I'm guilty of breaking a promise, today.
Because . . .
because...

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GOSH!!! Because I had a haircut!
I was supposed not to have a haircut until June 2008!
One of my New Year's Resolution was... no haircut for at least six months.

Gosh. Can you blame me?
My head is getting so hot already.
I cannot tolerate the heat on my head.
The frequency of my tantrum attacks will soar high if my head is hot.



Hahahaha! I feel better now. :-p
So what if I break my promise on this one?
It's for a much worthy reason anyway.
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Specific Goals for Variable Tasks?

It's 11:00pm. I'm still in front of my computer, thinking how I should write down my work-related goals for the next quarter. The Highest Bosses [HBs] want it detailed, specific, measurable and tangible.

Gosh! I have a hard time formulating at least one goal. I have submitted before but the HBs want me to revise my list.

*sigh*

How could I even write specific goals for tasks that aren't even constant?

So sad. So very sad.

Goal No.1: Contribute at least 20 news stories on Good Mood days.
HBs: How would we know it's a good mood day?
Me: It's when I write the word "Good Mood" on my YahooMessenger status message.

Goal No.2: Contribute at least 13 news stories on Bad Mood days.
HBs: How would we know it's a bad mood day?
Me: It's when I write the word "Bad Mood" three times on my YahooMessenger status message.

Goal No.3: Contribute at least 10 news stories on days when the internet connection is intermittent.
HBs: How would we identify an intermittent internet connection?
Me: It's when I write the word "intermittent internet connection" on my Daily Report at the end of the day.

Goal No.4: Minimize grammatical and factual errors in my stories.
BHs: How would you measure whether or not your errors were minimized within the three-month period?
Me: I will make a tally sheet, noting down how often my BigBoss will reprimand me about my stories.

Goal No.5: Maintain blood pressure of 120/90 and pulse rate at most 100beats per minute during internet connection failure incidents.
BHs: . . .
Me: Any question?

Goal No.6: Work from 9:00am[official login] to 5:00pm[official logout] EVERY HOLIDAY!
BHs: ...
Me: So?

Goal No.7: Do not come to work late, call in sick instead.
BHs: That's very rude.
Me: I get a 25% deduction of my daily rate if I come in at least five minutes after the allowed time. Sick leaves are free.

Gosh! So very gosh!
I'll concentrate now.


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Multiplicity No.01: While I Was Alone

"Gosh! I need to lose body weight volume!"


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Until We Meet Again

"The only thing constant in this world is CHANGE... and my and
my friends' beauty. Don't you dare contradict that!"
~~ Ethan[ol], YahooMessenger status msg ~~

People come and go.
When they come, we often don't mind them that much.
Then days turn into months, into quarters, into half-years.
You'll soon realize your lives have intertwined.
Blissful memories are unconsciously stored.
Characters are slowly revealed. Benchmarking theirs into yours.
Then . . . they go.
They leave.
They separate.
Why is it hard to cope up if people leave?

"Never make anyone indispensible in your life"
~~ T. Rodriguez, my BM-HRM Adviser/Professor ~~

A lot of the people I knew had left the Creek since six months ago.
Is the Creek too dry? too wet?
Are the rivers too shallow? too deep?
Are the waters running too fast?
Are the banks too grassy and green? or too muddy?

This week, two people are leaving the team where I belong.
Deep inside, it saddens me.
But people has to go for greener pastures.
We could only accept their reasons.

Also, my idol's resignation is already effective today. I'd known her since the day she forced me to become the emcee of the Creek's 2005 Christmas party. [Jowk Jaze!]

JonMicheal, Ethyl and idolJazel, I wish you all the success, joy and fulfillment...
... whereever you go, whatever you do, however you do it, and whoever you're with [or without].

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Vanity #1: New Items 1Q08

Vanity. Inhibition. Exhibitionism. Confidence. Self-Esteem. Creativity. Projection. Feeling good within yourself. Risks. Frustration. Wackiness. Craziness.

I'm just a frustrated model. Bwahehehehe!

"Don't judge me for what you see unless you personally know me."
~~ Ethan, Friendster.com photo tagline ~~

A few of my new items [heartaching investments] in the first quarter of 2008:
DISCLAIMER: Photos shown here are photoshopped pictures that I made. Nothing here represents the company of which the products to be shown are from.

The Body Shop's "White Musk for Men"

Ethan[ol] says, "bad investment. very expensive. super dooper mild scent."

Walker's "Sexier Than Nude: Boxers Series"

Ethan[ol] says, "Great buy! But the garter's not good for my belly size.
It folds. *sigh* I love this so much though."
BY THE WAY, guess who's butt is this. aws?! :-p

[pic deleted]

NoilBox's cheap shirts

Ethan[ol] says, "I love it! Covers my hyperhydrosis. The color's my crush's favorite.
This is my first yellow-colored shirt aside from Intramurals shirts."


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Happy Birthday, BigBoss!

[This is a late post, for Feb. 21]

"It's an insult to ask a woman for her age."
I wonder if it's an insult to men, too.

I actually have an unconscious habit of not asking someone else's age unless the stuation demands it.

As for me, I stopped counting my age when I was 19.
So forgive me if I often unconsciously blabber when you ask my age face-to-face.

Happy nth birthday, BigBoss!

"The ONLY Available Candles in the Cake Shop"
hahahha!
[the rest of the pictures have been delete by the blog owner]

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[Debut Post] "Ako Ay Kulang Sa Pansin"

Ako ay kulang sa pansin.
I crave for attention, unconsciously.

But did I make you grieve?
Did I make you bleed?
Did I make you ache?
No!
So...
You have no right to bitch against me.

But if you can't refrain from bitching,
fine with me.
I don't mind.
Just don't push it.

I'm a Libra.
I see you objectively... most of the time.

Don't just read my blogspot.
Drop a comment. Good or Bad.
Good things make me happy.
Bad things give me lessons to ponder.

I admire people who admires me.
They are best admired, too.

I make people fall in love with love,
with my childlike enthusiasm for small things,
beauty, love and surprises.

I sometimes shock people,
with my childish attacks of tantrums,
against corporate scums, unfair practices,
and stupid people.

Ako ay kulang sa pansin.
I crave for attention, unconsciously.

You'll see it in my eccentric habits,
uncommon hairdo or goatee,
unusual principles,
irrational irritations.

But did I hurt you?
No!

I am a unique individual.
Just as you are a unique person for me.

Ako ay kulang sa pansin.
I radiate confidence at times.
Depends on my mood.

I am a unique individual.
But I am still human like anybody else.
I hunger. I thirst. I laugh. I cry.
I heal. I ache. I think. I sleep.
Just like anyone else.

Ako ay kulang sa pansin.
You can love me for it.
You can hate me for it.
But did I hurt you?
Tell me.

Don't just read my blogspot.
Drop a comment. Good or Bad.
Good things make me happy.
Bad things give me lessons to ponder.
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