Last night, I was alone, played with it and found it dripping wet.

Monday, February 22, 2010


I slide my finger deep within your crevices, slowly filling every inch of your existence. I close my eyes, feeling the wetness as your sweet juice run down my fingers, dripping with your warm, thick fluid.

I stop. I twist my finger and find your sweet spot.

"Crap, you're tight."

Globe subscriber wins a Gym Bag from Smart

Sunday, February 21, 2010

I’m not much of a Smart user; I’m not even a Smart subscriber except for their Smart Bro Plug-in modem (Thanks to Globe’s crappy Internet service) but that doesn’t mean I cannot get to enjoy their perks. During the first week of this month, I won a gym bag from Smart’s Twitter contest after commenting what services/products I admire most from Smart. Yesterday, Smart sent me the gym bag and here it is. Thanks to Abbie, Customer Service Planning & Development Officer and who also happens to be a blogger, and to Smart. Follow Smart in Twitter.


Call for Habitat for Humanity volunteers [Dumaguete]

Saturday, February 20, 2010

The Dumaguete City Habitat for Humanity Inc. needs 66 more volunteers from the Dumaguete community to take part in building ten houses in seven days in Candau-ay starting on March 6, 2010. Right now, the organization already has professional volunteers and 34 Japanese student-volunteers.

If you want to help, drag your ass and contact the Habitat office at (035) 225-4399 or email them at dgtehfh@gmail.com.

An inquisitive mind doesn't get “straight” answers all the time.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010



This is just a quick rant on my Valentine weekend. I spent my weekend in Bohol and stayed in a cheap hotel where I got the chance to brush elbows with couples who also stayed in the same hotel and who were pretty much in the festive mood of lovemaking.

Normally, I don't care if I see two people showing and expressing their love and affection in public but shagging each other like cats in a hotel with rooms separated only by thin slabs of plywood definitely crosses the line between what is entertaining and what is scandalous. Sure. It was entertaining, at first. I mean, what are the odds of hearing two complete strangers squeal all for the glory of love? But squealing in the middle of the night – when other people are trying to get some sleep – you can’t blame me if I shove rags in their mouths, right?

Worse: After carefully listening, I heard two man voices from the other room. All ye who hath inquisitive minds, go figure!

Love knows no boundaries, so does being loveless on Valentine's Day.

Thursday, February 11, 2010


Let’s face it. Valentines is not for everybody. It’s a reality, which I despondently accepted for most of the years in my life – thank you. But that doesn’t mean that Melai and Jason and the rest of their kind can get to celebrate this Valentines. Sure, you may not have someone in your life right now with whom you could spend nights playing sudoku or something else in the bedroom. Or you may not be the best looking guy/girl/neuter in your barrio. Or you may be too gay-ishly gay to ask someone out. But, let me tell you this. You can make the most out of your day doing something else.

If your friends will ask what your plans are for Valentines, go ahead and tell ‘em, “Have to go to Church in the morning, afternoon, and in the evening” or “I have a shitload of work to do the following day.” It’s a Sunday so come up with all sorts of lame Sunday excuses!

But you need not be sad or be jealous of other couple going out on a date HHWW pa-sway sway pa, taking advantage of the cover of night, lurking in the darkness doing something else. I mean, these are people who are too busy or who absolutely fail to see that every goddamn day should be a day to sweep their partners off their feet and spread them apart. Amen?

Listen. Go out. Arrange with your Dota friends for a camping in a café. Call one of your gay friends and ask him if he wants to go to the mall with you. Some of them become extra generous during Valentines, mind you. Be careful, though. Get in touch with your ex and make her realize that her life would not have been miserable if the two of you are still together. Eat. Drink. Be merry. Stalk? For the love of God, just do anything and drag your ass out of your filthy room!

So, dude, wipe away your tears. Raise your head up high. Smile. Tell everybody you’re single. Be proud! At least you can play ding-dong with Mary Palmer unconditionally.

A Battle of Wit and of Testicular Fortitude

Tuesday, February 9, 2010



Sadly, our politics is now a matter of who will win the hearts, eyes, and ears of the people and not of that who will win the minds of the voters. Philippine voters, wake up! We do not need an entertainer or someone who knows how to sing or dance or make our hearts cry in the highest position in the government. We need someone who can ACT, and by that I mean someone who has the wit and the guts to do what is right for the entire country.

The key chain that speaks for myself.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

I was about to have my lunch two days when a guy from LBC was looking for me. I wasn't really expecting something from someone but I just had to accept the package and much to my surprise, it was a key chain from Patay Gutom.

I got this key chain after winning Patay Gutom's contest last December. So, for bragging purposes to those who never had any key chain in their miserable lives and perhaps for posterity's sake: Behold! The mighty key chain! Thank you, Patay Gutom.