Mr. G's Spot

Friday! I'm in love!

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Fri, 19 Aug 2011 08:32:00 +0000

Hindi na puwede. I have put a limit to myself. I told myself hindi na muli akong iibig pa at paiibiging muli. But tao lang ako. Marupok. Malibog.

Minsan-minsan lang ako napapaibig at umiibig sa katulad nila.

First, it was:

Song Il Gook of Jumong

And now, the apple of my eye:

Kwon Sang Woo

Ayaw kasing maghubad ni Jumong eh...kaya pinalitan ko na sya.

Helicopter issue!

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Mon, 08 Aug 2011 15:42:00 +0000

Every Filipino is affected by the helicopter/ chopper issue involving the former first gentleman. I just wish everything will be settled soon. Yeah, I don't want to get affected so much with this issue. All I wanted is to see for myself if the PNP helicopters are really second-hand...In the meantime, I searched the internet and found this...is this what they are talking about?

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Monday madness: Eric Dane

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Sun, 07 Aug 2011 23:56:00 +0000

I was watching Valentines Day movie on HBO yesterday and found this delicious hunk!

Eric Dane played the role of Sean Jackson, a retiring football superstar, and surprised the press during his press conference by admitting, without batting an eyelash, that he is gay (as Sean).

And I liked what sports TV reporter Kelvin Moore, played by Jamie Foxx , said:

"I will be standing behind your back -- metaphorically."

This made my manic Monday!

Big mistake!

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Wed, 03 Aug 2011 23:50:00 +0000

Warning: This blog entry contains a story about a pechay--again! Read at your own risk.

Scene 1: I flirted. Period. paki basa na lang, po for the background info.

Scene 2: I invited her to join me in my hobby. She agreed, and we met at a designated place somewhere in Manila. It's not a motel, by the way. So mali ang akala nyo. Hehehe. Everything went well for that day. Happy naman sya, and after that, she sent me this text message thanking me for introducing to the group and that my gesture daw made her day and made her happy, chuva, ek ek...Gheez! Sounds creepy to me!

Matter-of-factly, I replied, "You are welcome." Nothing more. No feelings attached.

Scene 3: She texted me if I am going to the next group's activity. I was not able to respond immediately because I was asleep! Alangan namang mag-text akong tulog no! Habang pupungas-pungas pa nag-text na naman ang nagging me why I am not responding to her text. Kahit nainis ako, at dahil sobrang bait ko, I just texted her "Not sure." Kesa naman mag-text ako ng pagkahaba-haba at baka kung ano pa ang masabi ko, ako pa ang magiging masama, di ba? At saka mahirap magtext sa touch screen no! Kung anu-anong napipindot! Paulet-ulet tuloy! Haay I miss my 3210! (Segue pa talaga dun eh!) Anyway, hindi naman talaga ako sure kasi may nakatoka namang ibang group members sa activity namin.

Then after that text, I got a facebook message from the organizer na kailangan kong mag-attend kasi nag-backout yung isang member and I have to fill in. Hindi ko na sinabi kay pechay. Baka sabihin iniiwasan ko sya. Whichever, yun din naman ang iisipin nya. She has that attitude. Actually, I've got this feeling she is becoming too clingy. Eeeek! You know that feeling? And the nerve! May gana pa syang magalit pag hindi ako nagreply agad. Yung legal wife ko nga, hindi ako ginaganon! Ano sya, hilo? Kahit na may nakaraan kami, hindi naman ako paaander sa kanya no!

Scene 4: Activity proper. Dumating sya. Natural, nagulat sya na nag-attend ako. I also intentionally did not give her extra attention kasi baka magtaka ang mga members. They know very well I am very much married. So quiet lang ako. Besides, I was not feeling well. Just been sick for the past 2 weeks and had to prepare for our group activity so wala akong tulog. As in zombie ako that day.

Scene 5: I received a text message from her the next day. Nabura ko na kasi, baka mabasa ni kumander, so heto ang gist ng sinabi nya: "She has this feeling that I am avoiding her yesterday, and She has a feeling I don't want her to be present in our group activity. Tapos banat pa nya, sabagay okay lang, naman kung di ko gusto na present sya lagi, kasi ako naman ang nag-introduce sa group."

Sagot ko: "Anu ka ba? I was not feeling well that day." Yun lang.

Kala ko hanggang dun na lang.

Sya ulet: Pagkahaba-haba. Hindi ko na ma-remember. But the gist is she is nagging me about it! Sa inis ko, I deleted the text immediately. I did not reply. I thought that I do not have the responsibility to reply to her because the second time around, she invited her own self sa next group activity. So why should I be responsible to her na asikasuhin ko sya. Besides, hind lang sya ang participant that day! Ah basta. I just feel she obliges me to respond to her and be nice to her after all these flirting and chorvahan tienes!

But NOOOO!

Okay...MY FAULT.

In the first place, had I not flirted with her "again," this would not have happened at all. But then I thought it was kinky to flirt with your ex--at least "friendly flirting," if there is such a term. LOL! But then I just wanted her to be my friend. Apparently, though, she misunderstands the attention I am giving her. Or perhaps, I am sending her wrong messages?

But then, ang hindi ko gusto, she has this habit of nagging me when I do not reply. Bakit ko daw sya dinededma! Eh kung mag-text sya naglalaba, nagluluto, namamalantsa, nag-aalaga ako ng bata! Minsan namamalengke pa! Panu ka naman magtext back kung may sabon ang kamay mo no? You get the drift?

Wala sa hulog! Parang she feels I have all the time for her. I pity her, though,. She has a womanizer for a husband. She is lonely. I feel that she thinks she is getting that attention from me. Owgash!

Hayan, naibuhos ko na! This has been bugging me for the past days, so at least there is a catharsis. I haven't been texting her, but I read from ger FB status na may patama sa akin..kesyo, one word is enough daw to express and assurance...chuva tienes.

Another mental masturbation on my part.

Salamat sa pakikinig.

Minor benefits of insomnia

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Tue, 26 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000

I have insomnia. I sleep at the wee hours in the morning. Good think I only work at home for a writing job. But this is not healthy...

On the other hand, you get a chance to see a cutie on TV screen while you catch your sleep...

Although i do not know him. This is from the movie, Marikina Files, and his role was Jaime. He played the husband of Jaclyn Jose, one of the rape victims.I tried to look for his name in the credits, but I only remember "Jovy".

He looked sexy too when he was wearing a sando. Ganda ng dibdib! LOL!

Kilala nyo sya?

And am I back to "normalcy?" hmmmm...

FB Message

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Sun, 24 Jul 2011 17:21:00 +0000

She: I am not feeling good. Can you sing me a song, kuya?

Yeah, he calls me Kuya now...it's okay, I don't mind at all. I am 2 years older than her. I was in junior college and she was a freshie, in the same university, college and department--when we became US. Back in the day, I used to sing to her. Ain't that sweet? LOL! In fact we both sing. What's that favorite song of mine that I usually sing for her....errrr...Kenny Rankin song...ahhhh...this:

Me: Why? feeling good like physically unwell?

She: No response.

Me in my mind: Feeling sick and tired of your husband?

Now she makes me think and restless. Was it her ploy for me to text her? To converse with her again on the phone?

I dunno...

I never followed up. She did not reply. She did not send me a text message for teh past 2 days. Do I miss her? Or perhaps, I am just wondering why the sudden silence on her part.

ahhhhh...women!

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My apologies. Yeah this is not about being gay--AGAIN. I am sorry if I bore you enough now with all these series of post. I just can't discuss it with anybody else--even my closest friends--3 girls who are all married--THEY WILL KILL ME, and one guy--si Badong. I want to discuss this with Badong, but I am sure he will not also favor the discussion especially me, to get entangled in a situation like this...

This too shall pass.

Disconnect to reconnect

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Fri, 22 Jul 2011 09:27:00 +0000

For the past week, I have avoided blogging to talk about my worldly existence. I am slowly going back...and I just found the right explanation why we need to be disconnected sometimes.

I want to share this with you, and I am sure you'll know what I mean...

Don't worry, I am still alive...

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Tue, 19 Jul 2011 16:17:00 +0000

To Ryan, Mugen, Travis, and Sean, thanks for the thoughts...

I am just lurking around and I am still alive and kicking...

Don't worry.

It is just a phase.

I know my hands are tied, and my eyes are blinded...

But I am okay...

Photo from here.

Indefinite

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Sun, 10 Jul 2011 06:05:00 +0000

Life sucks...

yes...I suck.

this blog will not be available for viewing for an indefinite period.

only time and fate will tell.

It has been a joyride with all of you.

maraming salamat sa lahat ng tagabasa and "followers"

Time for me to find my 'spot' in this world--again.....

Hanggang sa muli...

At 50th avenue

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Fri, 08 Jul 2011 07:19:00 +0000

Finally I gave in to your incessant invitations for coffee. When I saw you sitting quietly in one of the tables, and tinkering on your phone, I wanted to back out. But then, our eyes met and there was not way out. Besides, you kept on checking on my location while I was in transit. I did not want to disappoint you this time. I have no more while lies. I already said YES.

You said you will treat me out. But then, the gentleman that I am, I insisted that I pay. Instead of having coffee, we ordered pasta instead. I told you I was famished after that over the lunch meeting which had no lunch.

You were in that deep pink shirt...and your lips, pink, too! How I wish I press mine on them again, but that was asking for the stars. While I walked towards you, everything around me stopped--literally. Yes, I know it only happens in the movies when the film editor freezes the images around, but it did happen to me. I was oblivious of the world around me. Going near you, my mind was, instead, wandering. Honestly, I did not know why on earth I agreed to meet you after two years--when we first met after our breakup many years back. While I am puzzled with all these, my mind was also weaving words. How will I start the conversation? But the safest way to break the ice was not even a "beso". It was just a simple "Hello!" and "Kumusta?". And everything went on easily---like in the olden days.

We exchanged jokes.

I kidded about your 4 inch-stilleto and how on earth can you walk on those!? LOL!

Then someone called you on your phone. You excused yourself and went away from the table. Your back at me. When you returened, your eyes were almost teary.

You shared that it was your hubby. You mentioned something like he was asking you to do an errand at the DFA. It was not specific, but, again, your eyes were almost teary. I didn't know if you missed him or you were just pissed out that you wanted to cry on my shoulders. I asked if you were okay. You said it's nothing. But knowing you, there was something wrong. But I did not want to intrude. I had no business dealing with yours. I had to change topic. I had to ask about your sister who liked me. No, not in a way you fancied me, but in a sisterly way. And you told me how she likes me--hinting, perhaps, we would be better off together. I just shrugged it off, and eluded it, and asked again about her fate in the US.

Then I asked about your hubby and how have you been lately. You told me you were just "living it". I understood. Then you asked about me. "Same-same," I replied. You understood.

But then no matter how I wanted our conversation to end up into something, I eluded it. I asked about your kids--and we animatedly talked about our kids. We were just so happy telling stories about them. Keeping us both grounded and back to reality...Until it was time for me to go. I have some personal errands myself. And your twins are almost done with their classes and anytime soon, they will pick you up.

We bid goodbye. I wanted to look at you. But I eluded your eyes. You know I will fall for you when I look into your eyes. I just don't want to see them looking sad and lonely. I would prefer them "smiling" way back then. Remember when we used to have long walks amidst the pine trees, you would stop and just stare at me? I terribly miss those time.

But then I have to go.

Then while on my way back home, I got a message from you.

"Thank you for keeping me company. Thanks for sharing a part of your time."

"Same here," I told you. "Spending some time with you makes me forget about my boring life--even just a for a moment. I hope it's not the last."

Closure

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Thu, 30 Jun 2011 02:03:00 +0000

I have been looking for you all over the net. There was just this uncontrolled urge to see you. I don't know the reason, but I just felt something needed some closure. The more futile attempts I had, the more I longed for you. I wanted, again, the feeling of your soft hands in mine, the soft touch of your loving embrace, your soulful eyes, and bring back the times we spent together. I thought it only happens in the books or the movies or some lousy soap opera, but it was both funny and scary when I uttered your name during a rupture of an intimate moment with somebody.

Over the years, my longing for you did not wear off. Until one day, I looked up again, and saw your name. There was no way for me to confirm. You had neither a photo, nor details of your profile in the net. I saw that the last time you logged on was more than 6 months already, so there is a nil chance you might log in again. Still, I tried my luck. I wrote to your "friend" and gave my details hoping it will not fall on deaf ears. Weeks passed by, and nada, but I was still hoping that your friend would relay the message.

One day, you surprised me with your call. I must admit, my heart leaped a bit. We stayed on the phone for so long. Then we became text buddies. We exchanged messages and jokes that were private to us. I liked it that way, until we decided to have coffee.

I should tell you, I dressed up a little. I put on my newest shirt, my expensive cologne, made sure my face wasn't oily, my breath was fresh (even if we will not kiss each other), practiced my smile infront of the mirror--yeah like when I was still courting you. I wanted you to tell me that I still looked the same many years back, or even better. You see, I have been going to the gym. You did tell me, I looked better, and I looked sexier (But I was wishing you'd tell me I was hot!).

But did I tell you I was more surprised to see you in your sexy tanks? Geez! I appreciated how you took care of yourself after having your three kids. You still have those soulful eyes that captivated me even from the very beginning. I must say you were hot, and you still are!

During our conversation, we came to the point when we needed to ask: "What happened to us, then?"

You told me I stopped writing you letters. But I insisted you were the one who stopped writing letters and you dumped me for nothing at all. We disagreed on that, and we even caught the attention of those in the next table. Since the start of our relationship, we were both opinionated. I did not argue anymore. I knew in my heart, I was the one keeping the love alive, that you were the one who gave up on us. But then that was past. We could no longer bring it back--especially now that we both have our families.

Be that as it may, I was given the chance to tell you how lovelorn I was. You said sorry. I did, too. So as not to prolong the argument, we ended up affirming each other we are both happy with our families now. It's all water under the bridge. Now we realize how difficult long distance love affair was, back then. I even joked how I wish there are already celfones back then.

Now we remain as good friends. We always text each other. You even confided to me how you fell in love with another man--an old flame--and how how you almost ran away with him, and how unhappy you were with your husband. Did it pinch me? I must admit it--yes. But always the gentleman that I am, I gave you advise. I told you to find your worth as a person and find happiness within you. And I am just glad you did.

But I would be a hypocrite if I did not even wish that I were that man you fell in love again.

Be that as it may, meeting you again was an opportunity to close a chapter in my life--my breakup with you a long time ago.

But, the big question now is, "Have I?"

New crush

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Fri, 24 Jun 2011 00:39:00 +0000

i just find him really cute and hot!

truly a hot DILF!

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Ang bilis ng mga pangyayari...

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Thu, 23 Jun 2011 06:46:00 +0000

Tama ang hinala ko. Mahilig sa tsismis ang mga baklang Pinoy! LOL! Kung bakit ay heto...ang bilis ng pagdami ng readers ko.

I have kept my blog for more than 6 years from the public. And just last February, I decided to open it up and I already have more than 11,000 pageviews.

For that, I thank all of you who are reading this blog! With you, I have found company in my solitude. You have brought life to my dying persona...at higit sa lahat...pinatigas nyo ako--pinatigas ang aking determinasyon upang suungin ko ang mga pangyayari sa aking buhay.

I hope you will cum back again...and again...

Hugs and kisses!

Advisory on new blogger dashboard and CSS/HTML editing

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Tue, 21 Jun 2011 01:23:00 +0000

I thought I was in for a good ride using the new blogger dashboard. I wanted to make my blog look like I wanted it to be--colorful, different, etc...but then, I could not edit the HTML and CSS online! you need to download the template you uploaded and edit it with the HTML/ text editor.

This is making me nuts! It would have been easier to customize online because you can easily check if the new template you uploaded works or not. Darn!

Anyway, I am back to the Template Designer--[sad...]. I have no time to edit the HTML, then upload, then download, then edit, etc...

Now I feel so un-free and limited!

So before your dashboard changes, better be able to decide on your blog layout and design and edit your HTML already before you encounter this problem. Component layout is not a problem though. You just need to drag the elements.

Weiner's "winner"

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 04:56:00 +0000

Everyone, perhaps, is already aware of Weiner's fate. But let me tell you one thing...
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Two dead babies

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Mon, 13 Jun 2011 23:18:00 +0000

The recent post of Papa Soltie, prompted me to find an interpretation of my dream just before I woke up this morning:

"I was in my home province when I saw a dead baby (no, not a fetus anymore) on the pile of garbage on the street. We were sort of investigating who dumped the baby. One witness told me a woman who seemed forlorn has the baby. And upon inspecting, we discovered there's another dying baby but it was too late to resuscitate."

It was gross!

Anyway, I tried to look for the dream interpretation in the net and found one. So I immediately looked for "death" and "baby"

Dead means:

"To see the dead in your dream, forewarns that you are being influenced by negative people and are hanging around the wrong crowd. This dream may also be a way for you to resolve your feelings with those who have passed on. Alternatively, the dream symbolizes material loss."

Dying:

"To see someone dying in your dream, signifies that your feelings for that person are dead or that a significant change/loss is occurring in your relationship with that person. Alternatively, you may want to repress that aspect of yourself that is represented by the dying person."

Baby connotes:

"...innocence, warmth and new beginnings. Babies symbolize something in your own inner nature that is pure, vulnerable, helpless and/or uncorrupted. If you find a baby in your dream, then it suggests that you have acknowledged your hidden potential."

And the dream dictionary suggests:
To see a dead baby in your dream, symbolizes the ending of something that was once a part of you.

In summary, these might be the meaning of my dream:

Possible loss of some opportunities and perhaps no new beginnings or have I stopped acknowledging and realizing my hidden potentials? (Heaven forbid!--no not that one please...);

Forewarning about my ex-girlfriend who has become sweetie-sweetie again (like we were texting last Saturday and told me she misses me that she was inviting for a coffee...yeah, it was kilig, but then...I have to pinch myself to go back to reality! Gosh! How I miss her too. Her sweet scent, beautiful eyes, and her sweetness! After so many years, we were able to meet again--through Friendster, and met one time--and how I almost fell off my seat when I saw she was still that pretty girl I knew back in college. And did I say how I long for her hugs and kisses?).

Ending my gay life, for good or perhaps, trying to get out of it or both.

If I were to choose, I would rather have No. 2 and 3 (dead baby) to come out true of this dream, but not No. 1 (dying baby). I need those opportunities and new beginnings!

Whatever it is (because only God knows!), am I in for ending or terminating some old parts of me or am I in for something new?

So help me, God.

Acquaintance

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Mon, 13 Jun 2011 00:29:00 +0000

I hurriedly stepped on the bus that will take us to a tour somewhere in Central Luzon. I was 15 minutes late, and I was the only one they were waiting. But I was relieved there were still some announcements being made prior to departure. So, I immediately took a vacant isle seat, when I noticed a cute guy sitting at my back looking at me. (hmmmm, perhaps, I caught his attention for my being late). I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

During the rest of the trip, everyone did their own thing, while we exchange glances during stop overs, and before I take my seat infront of him. So practically, nothing happened. I was too shy to initiate a conversation and it was awkward though to introduce myself to him since I have a companion (a friend, who has no inkling about my gender preference)...Until the last stop, when I saw him buying something from the store. So, I went to the store to buy me a soda. I immediately asked if he went up there (sorry no details), because it was already beyond 5PM and that "place" is already closed to tourists. He responded in the affirmative and even gave some details that they begged the security guard.

"Maganda ang view?" I asked.

"Super!" he responded.

Hmmmm....I smell something from his response. This is not how straight men would answer that question. So I just smiled and he felt uncomfortable with my piercing eyes, and he walked away towards his lady companion. So I asked myself, was I too straightforward? Tinakot ko ba sya, or something? I thought I was just friendly. So thing happened after that...then it was time to go home.

In the middle of the trip, they played a karaoke inside the bus so everyone wanted to sing (except me!), then they passed on the mic to him...and he sang... this...

I thought, "In fairness, may boses ang loko." But why that particular song?

So ako naman deep inside, kinilig. Feeling ko ako ang kinakantahan ng loko! Eh sunod-sunod lang naman ang kanta so perhaps, nagkataon lang na yun ang natapat sa kanya.

Then after him, others sang songs too, but nobody from the ladies wanted to sing the song so he asked for the mic and sang the song again (which, unfotunately, I forgot!). That song was more apt, should I say. SO kinikilig na naman ang lolo nyo. Feeling ko ipinaghehele nya ako...at ako talaga ang kinakantahan nya. I have this thing for good singers pa naman...LOL!

And then after that, kahit na wala sa kanya ang mic, I can see from the corner of my right eye, that he advanced a bit from his seat (near the window) and sang songs...hmmm, maybe nagpapapansin! So panay naman ang lingon ko sa kanya at sinusuklian naman nya ng ngiti at tingin (buti na lang tulog katabi ko!).

Then it was time for him to get off the tourist bus...His name was Jason.

THE END.

Priceless

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Fri, 10 Jun 2011 16:43:00 +0000

Pinangarap ng marami...

Pinag-ipunan...

Pinagtiyagaan ang paghihirap at sakit...

Kinapalan ang mukha sa harap ng mga pangungutya....

Sa wakas, isa na syang ganap...

...ngunit may isa pa syang dapat na suungin at harapin sa mundong ibabaw...

Pagmasdan ang kanyang alindog at kariktan...

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...'teh! ang mahal ha!

and would you like to see the WINNER of WEINER?

till next post...

mamumumdok ulet ang lolo nyo...

At muntik na ako mabaliw...[nsfw]

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Thu, 09 Jun 2011 15:21:00 +0000

Biglang lumundag ang betlog ko sa lalamunan ko!

Oo kasi I am getting familiarized with Picasa 3. Kak-download lang kasi...at biglang bumulaga sa aking harapan ang mga ito in full large view! Goodness gracious great balls of fire! Pinaglalaruan pa naman ng sisterette ko noong andito sya sa bahay ang laptop ko! At may mga tao sa likod ko! Buti na lang busy sa panonood ng TV!

I downloaded this kasi because I was looking for photos for my banner...buburahin ko na ang mga ito sa laptop ko...

Heniwey, burahin ko na lang at i-upload ko dito para mag-water-water din kayo...hehehe...ENJOY!

Sabi nang NSFW eh binuksan mo pa! Back to work!

Kayo ba hindi mababaliw pag bigla nyong na-realize na meron palang ganito sa laptop nyo tapos pinagamit sa iba? Kalurkey!

HIndi ko mapigilan ang lumuha...

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Tue, 07 Jun 2011 16:49:00 +0000

dahil dito....

Nothing can stop the change in me...

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Tue, 07 Jun 2011 01:15:00 +0000

I was surprised at the changes in my blog dashboard! Looks cool to me! But I find the old dashboard more discreet (You know what I mean, especially when you are caught unaware of the people lurking at your back!). Anyway, this change is a welcome development. Looks cool, neat, and sassy! It tickles me, endlessly! LOL!

Now this explains why Blogger is slower these days. And I was unaware that this has been last April pa! Susme! It really takes time to effect changes...I think they are prioritizing older and active blogs like mine. This has been existing since 2004, but I have not been using it not until this year.

Hmmmm...this is a welcome change! I hope it gets faster in the coming days!

Now, I finally say, NO!

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 18:09:00 +0000

I will go straight to the point. I was supposed to get laid, but things did not augur well. After more than 2 years, I thought it's time to give myself some earthly pleasures. It's not that I am sex-starved guy. Those who follow my blog, you know what I mean. But there comes a time when you hanker for something different.

I admit by I become cheap when I confess that I only seek gratification from M2M sex by watching online porn. (Tip: www.anakedguy.com), which has been my company for some months now, and I gratify myself by masturbation. How pathetic could it be! Yes it is.

But as I say, I am not without sex. But you know it is a different thing with my special someone. It is always special to make love to someone you love most. But I will not get into that detail because I respect our sexual relationship.

Anyway, back to the failed sexual encounter, I would say I am not totally happy with what happened. I am sure he is gonna read this. But I will, in due time, tell more about it. Not this time. I would rather let the rage subside a bit so that I can be objective enough to tell the truth and nothing but the truth.

Anyway, I have decided to really call it quits--I mean meeting new guys. If ever I would do it again, I would have to do "it" with a trusted and tested fubu who I am comfy with. So I also shut down my PR. As I have mentioned in my previous blog about PR, gays in PR now have become a new breed or shall I say, mutant. Pardon me, but hooking up in PR has become a totally different experience. No more vanilla. Just plain hook ups. It is just so sad, when you want to meet some people whom you think will understand you and stand by you, sila pa ang manggagago sa 'yo. Nakakatakot! Ahhh...gays!

Anyway, I am happy the way I am now. I will not definitely die without having M2M sex. Sex at the other side of the fence is still going great! So why should I ask for something I already have?

Okay, enough with this direct to the point-no holds barred blog entry. It just feels liberating when you write about it.

Finally, I want to say...#$%^&()))_! LOL! (finally!)...isn't it liberating?

Ang laki-laki ng saging nya!

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Fri, 03 Jun 2011 09:58:00 +0000

okay...sabi ko that I am getting laid at heto ang bumuyangyang sa harapan ko!

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Until when?

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Fri, 20 May 2011 13:57:00 +0000

Dinugo

noreply@blogger.com (Mr. G) — Sat, 07 May 2011 22:11:00 +0000

Medyo busy kasi sya.

Naghintay ako at nakatulog na ako sa paghihintay sa kanya.

Maya-maya, nagising na lang ako sa pagkakaidlip sa paghawak nya sa aking mga binti.

Hinimas-himas ang aking pagod na kalamnan.

Una, nakikiliti ako.

Patuloy sya sa paghagod.

Hindi na ako makapag-hintay sa susunod nyang gagawin.

Ang pagdutdut sa akin.

Dahil isang linggo akong nawala, at napagod sa pag-akyat sa bundok, sabik na sabik akong mangyari ito.

Nagsimula syang trumabaho sa akin.

Sa unang pagdutdut, napaigtad ako.

Aaminin ko, matagal ko nang hindi ginagawa ito.

Sabi nga, I am giving in to my desires. Nakakakiliti. Masarap.

Kakaiba ang pakiramdam kung iba ang gumagawa nito sa akin.

Kinalikot nya nang kinalikot ito.

Medyo nanggigigil yata sa akin.

Tahimik lamang ako habang sya ay nagtatrabaho.

Subalit hindi lahat ng pagkakataon ay masarap.

Napaigtad ako sa sakit!

Akala ko kiliti lang nung una.

Pero nung naramdaman kong humapdi na, napa-aray na ako.

Sabi ko, itigil na muna nya at huwag nyang gaanong kalikutin

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Sabi ko kay Sadako, ayos na sa akin na mawala ang mantsa ng mga putik sa kuko ko.

Mr. G, is back from the boondocks!