ikaw ha, binabasa mo pala ito
by the powers granted to me by the gods of SITEMETER, I can see who are the people viewing this blog and what some of them are looking for when they stumbled on my blog. Sounds interesting, no? Especially when I found these:
i wonder what the sitemeter fairy will bring tomorrow?
waiting for pepper...
somewhere in Mandaluyong…
“Boss, anong oras na?”
“8:30”
“Salamat…”
Puchang-gala. It’s been ten Marlboros and two--- no, two and a half--hours and she’s still not here. I was at home from school kaninang 4 when the phone rang.
“Jhe, kita naman tayo mamaya, pwede? May gagawin ka ba?” she asked.
I have two assignments, a project and a report due Friday but of course, I wanna see her too.
“Sige ba, what time?”
“Mamayang six, sa Powerbooks sa Megamall. Di na ako mag-oovertime. Be on time baby ha, I miss you na kasi eh.”
“Okay, I’ll be there. I missed you na rin…”
Fuck! I have tons of things to do and why does it have to be in Megamall? I’m studying in Makati, she’s working in Mandaluyong. I live in Pasay, she in Pasig. I’m 18 years old, she’s 24 and oh yeah, her name is Pepper. But where in the hell is she? I recently had my cellphone snatched and Mama said she’ll send one to me, pero di pa dumadating. So I have no way of knowing where she is right now.
Two and a half hours late, I should’ve been worried by now but this is not the first time she did this. A number of times na, the last, she suddenly had dinner with her boss and she totally forgot about me. I waited three hours, a record. I waited, she didn’t came. Fuck! But I love her, what can I do? I called her up a moment ago at her office, but no one’s answering the phone. My older brother dropped me off here and I told him to pick us up at 10 since he’ll be somewhere near. 10? Makauwi na nga. I’ll call Pepper at home na lang. Puchang-gala!
in a bus, somewhere along Boni EDSA…
My Kuya, he’s the best. Since Papa died and Mom went to work in Canada, my bro became my Dad, my Mom, my friend, my yaya all rolled into one, since only the two of us was left at home. It seems anything I want, if he can give it, he will. Just to make his kid bro happy. That’s my Kuya Andy.
Even his last girlfriend Pepper. Yup, you heard me right, my Pepper.
“Ayoko na kay Pepper, ang arte. Hanggang kiss lang kami. Pwede ba naman sa akin yun? Second base lang? Shiet! Barry Bonds ata ako.”
“Hahaha gago! Bakit Kuya, break na ba kayo?” I asked.
“Gusto mo sa ‘yo na lang? Tutal, kayo naman talaga ang magkasundo eh.”
Andy was right. I’m his “tulay” to Pepper. Her kid brother is my classmate in school. At first, Pepper hates my bro. Mayabang daw, chickboy. Atchay-killer pa nga ata but that’s according to his friends. Shempre, nilakad ko si Kuya. When they started going out na, I felt a pinch in my heart. Arouch… but of course, that sort of things happen. The bridge sometimes falls in love with the girl too. And my bro noticed it, I think. I know that’s why he broke up with Pepper, although that’s not the official reason.
Pepper cried, a lot, when Kuya dumped her. She couldn’t handle, accept, understand what happened. And I was with her all the way to console her. I was there whenever she needed me, everyday. Maybe that’s why she fell for me too, eventually… I think.
somewhere in Pasay…
“Harrison! Harrison!”
That’s my stop. Kuya will be looking for me in Megamall but I’ll explain it to him later. As I near our house, I saw Kuya’s car in front. The lights inside the house is not on, baka nakatulog na, baka lasing? I fumbled for my key and carefully opened the front door. I don’t wanna wake up Kuya.
somewhere inside an apartment in Pasay…
“Hoy, naghihintay na dun ang kapatid mo. Baka biglang umuwi na yun. Alis na ako.”
“Tangna, mamaya na, badtrip naman to oh. Nagbabasa lang yun ng mga libro dun, di yun maiinip. Kasi naman pwede naman tayong mag check in. Andami diyan sa labas. “
“Ewwwww… you know I don’t go to those places.”
“Arte mo talaga. Kaya okay lang sa yo kahit dito tayo sa salas?”
“Patay naman ang ilaw eh hehehe…”
“Oh sya, sya… no more chit-chats. Game na ulit. Isa na lang, for the road.”
“Sige, sige” she smiled sweetly, “pero ako sa ibabaw ha?”
prosti
dadaanin : a story in a hundred words
anong sabi mo Kuya? Kwento na isandaang salita lang? Ano namang maikukwento ko sa isandaang salita lang? Bilangin mo pa, dito pa lang nakakadalawamput-pitong salita na tayo. Sayang na agad ang bilang. At kung may maikuwento man ako tungkol sa buhay ko, aling parte ang may katuturan? Ha-ha-ha may katuturan daw oh. May katuturan ba ang buhay kong ikukwento? Tsaka paano tatapusin ang isang kuwentong di ko alam ang patutunguhan, di ko alam ang pinagmulan? Teka, ilan na lang ang natitira sa isandaang nakalaan? Kinse? Uuwi na lang ako Kuya. Shortime lang naman tayo, di ba? Bayad mo, akin na.
anong magagawa ko? :(
i got my heart broken last weekend when i went home to our prabins. that's why these past two days, i went thru hell and back carrying Joe Black on my shoulder. i can sense life slipping out of my grasp. even though the world has turned and left me where i was, i still have to feed myself and so, off to work i go.
kanina, still hurting and floating, i was in a bank encashing a check and eventhough tears were ready to burst out at the slightest provocation, i held them off kasi nakakahiya sa mga bank tellers. smile i did.
TELLER : Goodmorning Paolo...
ME : H-hi... (yun lang, baka maiyak kapag madaming sinabi)
i took a glance at the next teller, Marriane, who happens to be a real cutie. She smiled at me and pushed her chair back to give some paper to the bank manager on a desk behind her. as she pushed her chair back, my teary eyes automatically looked at her legs and saw her mini skirt pushed way, way up her thighs. i saw a glimpse of her undies. on instinct, her hand covered the "sight" and damnit! WE MADE EYE CONTACT.
i'm telling u, if i could only cover my face with a mask and risk being shot for being mistaken for a bank robber, i would have done that. but with no face mask nearby, i looked down, took the money and leave the bank with my head way, way, way down in shame.
why did i peeped? i dunno. male instinct? being a peeping tom is the farthest thing on my mind that time, but still... well... err---
and oh yeah, she's wearing white. :D
_________
UPDATE (06-25-06): i went to the bank this morning, head still down in shame. there are two tellers receiving clients and one of them is Marriane. Wishing, nope, praying that the other teller will serve me, but life is a big prankster i found out. I ended up depositing my check to Marriane.
oh, that "L" word
no, it's not Libog, it's the other "L" word
all i can say is if you take two people who genuinely likes each other and have them spend lots of good and bad times together, let them show their real selves without fear of being judged by the other, let them trust each other, let one rest her/his head on the other's shoulder, then even if they didn't want to, even if they try to resist it, even if they deny it's existense eventhough it's staring them in the eye, even if they try to act cool and disconnected, one thing is bound to happen...
Love will show its pink "nakakakilig" head to the two.
That's all i have to say about this.
"uyyy, pag-ibig..." :)
an e-mail from an anonymous sender
>i read you have a gf. how are you going to explain this to her if in case she finds out? you know you might loose your gf with this right? does she know you write?
P: she knows i write and if in case she stumbled upon this blog, yeah, i might lose her... hell, i know i'll lose her. but this blog is my outlet, the closest thing to my "nasirang pangarap" of being a well-known writer. if in case she finds out? uhmm, i dunno... i dunno what i'll do. how can one continue to live if his life left him? and yeah, my gf is my life.
> i also read about your father. you can be a good father to your would be kids but what kind of husband will you be? i hope you don't take the same path.
P: my dad has two... no, three families (that i know of) and that's something i won't ever do. i know i'll be a good husband, the best that i can be. but why do "these" things? i don't know. i guess i'm simply an asshole-jerk. but, the girls i'm with knows i have a girlfriend, that is something i won't and can't deny. i never told them i'll leave my gf for them, in fact, i always tell them how much i love my gf. but if i love my gf that much, why am i still doing these? again, i dont know.
> just some friendly advice/questions from an older friend who likes to think you're a good person.
P: a good person? wow, i thought my mom is the only one who thinks im a good person. thanks.
Game 3 (sophie)
-click here to read game 2-
the game started when the day was about to end. The Crush (from now on will be known as Sophie) and I had a few San Mig Lite and sisig in a local hang-out place. Around 12 midnight, we have to leave the place as they were closing down for the night.
ME : where to? ang aga pa para umuwi.
SOPHIE : ikaw? saan mo gusto?
ME : (knowing the crush doesn’t like motels) tara sa amin, tulog na mga tao dun.
SOPHIE : uhmmmm…. Okay.
I smuggled Sophie into my room. My dad’s room is adjacent to my room and as the saying goes, dingding lang ang pagitan that’s why we have to be really silent.
Libido and alcohol mixed.
Our lips met once more, this time, hungrier than before. I held one breast and caressed it thru her blouse while she in turn reached down, undid my jeans buttons, sliding her hands inside my boxers and held my throbbing patutoy. She gave me an orgasmic hand job while my hand reached around her and undid her bra hook. Snap! And as our tongues intertwined, I was rolling her hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
SOPHIE : uhmmmnnnn…
I lifted her blouse to expose her milky breasts and licked / sucked on them. Sensitive hard nipples inside my mouth, my hand traveled southward, down to her thighs. I parted them enough for my hand to reach the promised land. My three middle fingers slowly caressed her between her thighs. Up, down, up, down traveling along her now moist and warm slit, warm juices seeping thru her satin black panty.
Sophie removed my shirt with her hands and my jeans with her feet. Her blouse and bra went flying some where too, as with her black pants. Now kneeling between her partly parted legs, I pulled down her panty while staring at her. Sophie smiling, she just lets me. As I was about to lay on top of her, she asked me to put on a condom. One word, fertile. The moment kind of got interrupted, I have to scramble in the darkness to look for my condoms and put it in. Hey, it’s a must.
I laid on top of her, kissed her on her luscious lips as she reached down and guided my dick towards her waiting wet pussy. I slowly let myself in, feeling the sensation of every seconds of my dick parting her pussylips wider.
With muted moans, we both savor the way my dick was slowly sliding deep inside her. She held on to my nape as I hook one of her legs then started to dart in and out of her wet, warm pussy. We both kissed to suppress the moans we both wanted to let out but couldn’t, shouldn’t, wouldn’t.
Moments later, I heard her whisper those words I wanted to hear from her a long time ago.
“Uhhmmmnn… I’m cumming… uhhhhh…”
I felt her pussy muscles contracting. Within seconds, I came too.
SCORE : me - 3 = sophie - 1
Game 4 (overtime)
still feeling the magic of game 3, we were cuddling on my bed. I was rolling her nipple against her breast with one finger as her butt is comfortably snuggled in my crotch. Bad move on her part because the moment my dick was able to rest, he was stiff once again and of course, Sophie felt that.
She faced me, kissed me on the lips and game 4 was on. I reached down for her soft pussy and caressed her there. it got wet moments later as I pressed down on her clits, rolling it around, pinching it a bit then sliding my middle finger along her slit.
SOPHIE : put another condom on.
Scrambling in the darkness once more, I put on another rubber (I think I stepped on the condom we used earlier ewwww…). She pulled me on top of her. It’s a fast paced game this time. Down to the last two minutes. The moment the tip of my dick found its target, it quickly dived into the deep abyss. Unsuppressed moans escaped as my lower body moved up and down her in-rhythm hips. Two minutes ended, went into overtime. Then double overtime as sweat started to drip down my body. The familiar sound of sex flooded the room as my dick slides in and out of her very wet pussy.
SOPHIE : ang tagal naman. matagal ka pa?
ME : want me to cum na?
SOPHIE : sige…
She said the magic words and the volcano erupted, spewing hot sticky lava.
SCORE : me - 4 = sophie - 1
WOOHOOOOOOO!!!!!!! MAN OH MAN!!!!
Mr. Butch Dalisay, a literary giant in our part of the world, my long time idol in the field of writing, the Yoda of many student writers, the ink in the pen of Filipino Literature, the "R" in the word Respect for many writers, the sauce and powder of my instant pansit canton noodles (yung green), the only 52-years-old male who will make me faint at the sight of him ala-Beatles fans at the height of the mania mentioned me in his blog "Who Are The People In Your Blogosphere". yebba-yebba-yebba...
Although he described my works in just a few words, i'll consider that a great feat for me because it's coming from Mr. Dalisay.
By the way, i was about to leave Motime because this kitten that i've hurt told me to leave this blogsite so she wont be able to read my blogs and eventually move-on. I told her yes, i'll do that... But after this, SORRY KITTEN hehehe just like you will instantly drop me for Lourd of Sago, Mr. Dalisay means more to me than you :)
And you kitten, being a writer too and a good one at that, i know you will understand :)
there's something about palm mary
morning. i woke up late, it wasnt a good sleep, didnt even dream of anything. i felt like i dont have any energy to stand up and prepare for work. also, i feel cranky. dont know why.
just like most guys, i have a stiffy that morning. real hard. and i need to pee but couldnt because of the hardness. then it hits me, i havent masturbated in a long while na pala.
sige na nga. although i dont feel horny or anything. wala lang, i guess.
so i did.
i wasnt thinking of anything, in fact. its just the jerking up, down, up dharma down motion. i felt the cum simmering inside me, then... boom!
(see attached police sketch of the crime scene)
1. the first burst explodes, hitting my left ear (ala There's Something About Mary)
2. the second wave reached my chest area.
3. multiple aftershocks of lesser intensity, landing mostly in the pubic area.
a few breaths later, i reached out for the handy box of tissue paper, cleaned myself up and looked for traces of that first explosion that hits my ear. but just like in the movie, i couldnt find it (nope, it wasnt dangling in my ear). then off i go to take a bath. why did i do it? e guy ako e, we just do those things.
tuwing umuulan...
Elle : cuz, naiyak ka sa Shawshank Redemption? Just finished the movie. Di naman ako naiyak… Weird mo, di naman kakaiyak eh.
DUE TO CUZ ELLE'S REQUEST, THIS BLOG ENTRY HAD BEEN DELETED... (naiiyak daw kasi siya lagi nyahahaha...)
Me : Naiiyak kasi ako sa mga movies na sobrang saya emotionally ang ending. Kaya naiiyak ako sa mga sports movies na nananalo sila sa ending.
Elle : Ay oo naman, yung sports movies na nanalo sila sa huli, naiiyak din ako dun. Iba-iba naman tayo ng iniiyakan eh. Biruin mo si Regine at Robin, iniyakan ko hehehe
Me : Regine and Robin? Listening to Tuwing Umuulan now hehe
Elle : What’s with the song? Parang trip mo yan this past few days.
Me : Song namin ng ex ko hehe nag break kami one rainy day. Ay senti, sarap i-blog.
Elle : hehe pareho tayo. It was with my ex, Seph. Mas dramatic yung sa akin. Inabot kami ng ulan pauwi tapos tumakbo kami eh mabagal ako tumakbo, pinasan nya ako hehe I even kissed him in the rain kaya nga siguro lagi ko iniiyakan si Regine at Robin…
Me : Sweet naman nun. Pero mas sweet kung nadulas kayong pareho hwekhekhek
Elle : Gagu! Ayan… maiiyak ata ako… Ganda-ganda ng lunes ko eh. Ayan naiiyak na nga ako… Shit, magpe-pretend ako na mag CR. Ayan tumutulo na luha ko. Ay putangina…
Me : nyahahahahahahahahaha
***or if you wanna read the post, just highlight from the title to here hwekhekhek... shhhhh... she cant read fine prints like this.
