Archive for June 2011
Bakla, andito na ulit ako. Kakamiss ang bekilandia, anufaah!
I just felt the need to blog this out. Last Sunday kinembang ako ng tatlong gago. Harhar. Ansakit sa panga, tangina! Oops my mouth. Chos! Eto muna I stole a shot of one of the Fantastic Four. Later na ang kwento masakit pa ang panga ko.
Whoever has fetish on karug, itass ang titi! Chos. Karug palang pumapalakpak na pekpek kech, anofletch!
The past days I felt like lazy about blogging, this whole virtual universe just doesn’t feel real anymore. It eats up my time so much that I’ve slowly lost quality time for reading and improving myself. My to-be-read pile has reached ceiling-high with no seen resolve any time soon. Impaktang mga bakla di magsawa sa kakablog!
My kalandian has taken toll on my once sexy body (chos!!!!). I spend more time reading blogs than reading newspapers and magazines. But I know I’ve come to love blogging so much that I even worked on a college thesis on the topic. I almost got the best thesis award. The problem really is whenever I’ve more important things to do almost always they would be swept aside to give way to read and write blog, and check out Facebook accounts. I easily get distracted, where to buy focus, anyone?
The feedback I’m getting while very encouraging and heartwarming gives me some apprehensions. The ifs and whatcouldbes of blogging anonymously has also its demerits, any time I’d get caught by people I know and people connected to the boys I’ve blogged about. You see I may be charged guilty of public scandal worse, libel.
In Legally Blonde fashion, I’d retort “Guilty as charged, your honor.”
But before I temporarily bade goodbye (I’ll be back, promise) shembot muna.
Thursday night, I visited the spa. I got him again. He’s well-mannered and soft-spoken. The fact that he kisses good sealed the deal.
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And then after school over the weekend, may shembot sa loob ng tricycle. Kasama ko si Zed, kinembang nya ako after namin mag-tapsilog dun sa may kanto. Nakilala ko sya sa may sayawan sa baryo nung dumamba ang beki barkada.
I didn’t know we could do it inside the trike. I was profusely sweating sa loob ng tricycle, so I said sa labas kami. Hinugot ni Zed ang baton. Napawhistle naman ako like a majorette. Lumabas kami. Nakatuwad ako facing the tricycle while he was on my back. It all happened sa gitna ng kabukiran.
Binigyan ko sya ng 300, papagawa raw nya ang kalampag ng kanyang tricycle. Maingay kasi ang tambutso, kaya maingay thus “kalampag.”
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Nagtetext pa rin ang batang binigyan ko ng nyelpon. Nangungumusta at first then uutang pala. Nung Sunday nagpapalibre sa Jollibee kung gusto ko raw sasama nya tropa nya baka type ko raw. Di ko na sinasagot ang texts. Nagpapamiss ako. Chos.
But hey, actually, napapagod na ako.
I’ll get back solid.
Aba pumapalo ang hits ng blog kech. Afraid! Baka mahuli akembang ng bossing na bakla. Chorls.
Recently the office LAN has been configured to block the Facebook site on particular working hours. I hope witchel mategi pati itong wordpress else ligwak na si Cinderella. Afraid ang tumbong mech.
One of my readers (readers daw o, ako na ako na me already!) asked which blogs I followed. He says I don’t have a blogroll on my page. Di ako nagbabasa nagsusulat lang ng shembots ko. Chorls. Kems lang, ineng.
Okay, so tumbling akembang sa wordpress dashboard and looked for a theme which can carry a blogroll so I could add links. Onga naman, may pagkaselfish lang.
Eto na ang inyung lingkod, bukas na ang aking tindahan. Di na ako magpapaalam sa sangkinabaklaan. I’ve already linked up some blogs ng mga kumare ko. So ikaw bakla, kung typesung mech na mapublicise galore ang blog mo, ispluk lang. Iluwa mo muna ang nota na yan.
In return, i-link mo din ako. Ktnxbye.
Gusto ko na magbago. I wanna eat in Italy, pray in India and go to Bali for the significant fuck. Chos. If that happens, talbog ang mga kumare kong international pornstars.
I may have everything every woman (chos) can dream of—I have a stable job and a loving family. But most times I find myself lost, confused and not content—desperately searching for what I really wanted in life. I’m at a crossroads.
Maybe this is what being 25, single is all about. Btw today officially marks my five years of being in the tax-paying workforce. Shutanginamels, politicos. Whatever happened to my buwis anufilch?
At 25, I made someone’s life a-happy on Friday. May shembot syempre kami after ko maiabot ang swanky cellphone.
Naibili ko na ang impaktang bata ng request nyang nyelpon. Kaya despite the impaktang ulan, nag-hello ulit akembang duon sa mga suki kez na tsekwa sa Makati Cinematic Squarelaloo. Wala dun ang chakang tsekwa, yung tindera lemeng. So wit nakadiscount nang bungga si Cinderella.
Magtutuos kami ng bata bukas. Wish ko lang noseline nyang umuras nang bungga. Lastweek kasi kuping lemeng ang ganap. magic singalore at its best. Wit nagmeet ang talaba kez at ang seahorse nya. I told him magpakondisyon, anufilch. Para naman sulit ang precious, heard-earned one kiyaw na pinambili ko ng nyelpon ng impakta.
But I left MCS not without this.
Pampaerbog. “Laruang Lalake” by Jose Altarejos, ang direktor na ngayon ay jowa ng aking vegan prince and longtime crush Mark Fabillar. Bet din ang lead si Arjay Carreon., anufilch. Plus andun ang aking fantaseryeng si Marco Morales, the frontal god.
But wit naman puro kamunduhan my latest purchases. I also got myself an Eat Pray Love dibidi, Justin Bieber’s Never Say Never baby baby ohh. At di mawawala ang bilin ng aking shupatembang: Ang ang icon ng mga bakya este bakla, SarahG on “Catch Me I’m Fallin.” Impakta ang abs ni Gerald Anderson ditres. May sariling buhay. Gumagalaw nang sufir. Chos lemeng.
Wish me happy viewing and goodluck to my kembang.
Bukas luluhod ang bakla, pati ang mga tala.
Babushka. Sarang hamida!
The past two nights a couple of tricycle drivers in the neighborhood were texting my “secret” number. This other unit is reserved for my umbaw contacts, so I guess the number was passed around to their ilk by my previous lays. Pinagpasa-pasahan nalang, to put it aptly.
This particular guy who introduced himself as Allan texted at around 2am in the morning, saying he was alone in the trike terminal and got nothing to do. So there was a booty call for a meetup and kembangan galore. I said I was too tired, nay not so in the mood for one but didn’t tell him that. He was insistent that we meet to no success, I got a shuteye while we were texting. Some other Guy, named Mac, texted the other night saying he wanted to play with my breasts till he cums.
It’s no wonder I get the same messages, booty calls from strangers at any given time. Most times I’d be content texting them without plans of a meetup. A few times, some would oblige to a phone sex—the moans, the works.