Meet My Mom

The one who marketed her son as a sexual being, claiming that her son has a large dick, won the searcher’s choice.

Sometimes we need other people to bridge us with someone we cherish. They would speak for us and sometimes they would even stand as our replacement in a date. They serve as our spokespersons, mediators, pimps, or simply speaking, our bridges. Their role is to get information about them, build credits, and subsequently to sell us. In short, we need them to get our apple of the eye.

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Same Feathers

Each time I would introduce a new face to my circle of friends, only one question comes out of their lips.  “Is he PLU?”  Sometimes my friends would only put an evil grin insinuating that “something” has already happened between us.  Perhaps it is a reasonable mindset but it is quite unfair and malicious to assume all the people around me are PLUs.  “Birds of the same feather flock together” is cliché.

Night Out: Conclusion

Sometimes, we don’t need to commit a mistake just to learn. Knowledge in itself could prevent us from possible mistakes.

Tracing the path back to the bar where we came from, we spotted some taxis parked along the street. I told my companions not to hire them because experience tells me that these are not metered taxis. We continued on walking and see two interesting establishments, a karaoke bar and a gay bar. They are already closed. We cross the street and waited for a taxi.

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Night Out: Part Three

“You are such a grump.  That person is trying to make a conversation.  He could have like you and picking you up.”

You must not leave your comrade behind even if he’s dead or wounded.  That is strict SOP.  There were three warm bodies that left the camp to patrol unfamiliar territories, so rightfully, three must return together whether wounded, dead or alive.   The two of us spotted a target and we could get a bull’s eye with him.  However, our other companion chooses to follow a friendly force so we could get to our objective.  Hence, who are we going to choose?

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Night Out: Part Two

I give a person a “check” if he possesses a body like mine, regardless of the facial value.

The night is hot, literally hot. With the El Nino phenomenon, the country is experiencing its hottest months. The temperature fluctuates from 35-37 degrees centigrade. Looking at the signage again, I asked myself what that temperature equivalent would be in Fahrenheit.

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Night Out: Part One

There is a red wall, to my left, concealing a staircase leading to the “sex den”.

Adventure starts when one is doubtful of the outcome of the journey or activity.  It doesn’t need to occur in the morning or evening.  It doesn’t need to be in the itinerary.  The more spontaneous the sequence of events, the more thrilling it can become.

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Love is Blind

“You know what… indi ka ganun kagwapo, indi ka nga macho at indi ka din makinis… pero beyond all that minahal kita… buong buo…”

Isn’t it sweet to hear that no matter what flaws we have in our character, there is someone who would still love us?  We could even resemble this to unconditional love or “love is blind”.  Perhaps this is the reason why even though we don’t feel the same way to that person, we somehow feel the need to reciprocate in our own small and unique way.

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