http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8BAVoCIIEc

...GOOD persons are made of sugar and spice.. ...but my friends are made of redhorse and ice...

Nostalgia

I just realized christmas is fast approaching and that the yultide season always makes me emotional.
I guess it's the cool weather or maybe the colorfull lights you see when you passby houses.It glitters with silver and gold lining and green makes it more magical.

I have been feeling  nostalgic already, I havent seen enough of the things at home.Im missing so much  memories and important happenings.Being far away always keeps the heart  bare the emotional and predominantly the  slow beats of yearning and nostalgia. Stuck between this paradigm of  time and space were we always have little choices to make and  just a spec of hope for a more happier result.

The nostalgic pain Im suffering always suffice, it cant be detained in jail locked cell where it rots and just be forgotten, sunshine makes it more visible , makes  missing more than a noun rather than a verb.Deppressing yet  it needs to be overcomed.Light moments of solitude always come in handy specially when your physical self is  detained while your mind wanders like the deers on santa's sleigh.

Again Im dramatic.. Deal with it.

The lioness's growl and gruntle

The lioness's growl and the hunt for the scarce gauntlet.
(A blog piece for Leah Chavez)


We think that being empowered and ambitious sums up success, there are so many considerations you need to riddle out just to get that formula on a math problem.
I look forward to people that has not only shown wits and charms but at the same time actually uses the so called cerebellum rather than let their clothing label define them.

If devils wears Prada was exciting , empowering and uplifting.I define it as whimsical, unrealistic and define by societal dictates.True facades of person does not really mean you get the viewers attention but rather titillate them with the idea that your not a pod of contumacious material but an actual human being that unique and different.

When you dance the part of the witty and beautiful brawn, you get comments and comparisons to just plain beauty and plain wits. I do know someone that literally growls and grunts like the lioness but definitely has contents with it.

"don't worry Jom ill be a lady" definitely a line I cant forget. Instead of the adjustments for the equations of a math problem. The lioness defines her territory and marks her prey,Do or don't: a statement only a true huntress could deliver.

In Potterspeak, She is define as a muggle, a person with no magical powers.You would simply file her under Unscented Regular, even consider her a blase and sometimes irrelevant.But whats makes her standout?

Life's little vignettes take on a different light when they are seen from the emotionally generous, cognitively charged, and oftentimes naughtily funny pantheon.

"beauty is not beauty unless you mesmerized them with your wits"

Morbid Fixations

There are some things we consider normal and AB-normal, things we do may be perceived by others as a deviation from the norm.

I have this unhealthy fixation , some may define it morbid.I begun to have this unearthly thought specially when your problems tends to overcome your sanity.
I read to relax my mind of the contents and juxtapositions I clearly absorb from
the rubbish I'm swallowing.The great considerations if you have a very unstable mind, defiant and some countless wallowing of the morbid thoughts you get when your overcome with anger and despise.

Pain is good ,and pain makes you learn.With all the mistakes in life , perfection is just a mere spec of dust on the global radar. I believe that pain and gratification are more or less best friends.Intentionally my morbid fixations are dearly missed in times of euphoria and utmost deconstructionism.
"Pain creates scars, scars then leaves marks, marks makes you remember pain"


If I treat you like garbage doesn't mean I don't like you.
You don't love because your attracted, what I am is what you need, I'm damaged.
Your fondness of charities amazes me.

The feeling of Euphoria

“I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.” — Isaac Newton



I just realized that , I am slowly transitioning into adulthood, and all around me are being sucked into that vortex. I used to be very careless and a free spirit that wanders the face of the map of the earth. Now I just realized that Maturity is taking its toll on me.

My brother is now working independently as I am, which goes to show that the legacy I started was actually being followed by my younger siblings. It makes me proud with the little known achievements that I and my siblings are slowly getting.Those little instances that makes my mother and father proud for raising us well. Its definitely a thing that most parents can brag about.

There are things in life that you really cant predict. I am a very good example , I choose to take another path; which many find odd and obscure. I am a person with several facade, a person that does not settle , a person that values change not more into stagnated realities.

Life is an ever changing web of opportunities and challenges.Tears , laughter and pain are part of that long path. Its us who assume what role to take in this rare
and impenitent veracity we conquer.

I used to dream ..

dreams are now changing into reality..

dreams cant be made without hard word and dedication...

To stand on one's leg with you chin up high and proud makes you a human specimen for the challenges in life.

but what could be better if you actually have the guts to prove others wrong..

to prove that you can do it..

its not a herculean task to achieve such things..

this is just the start...

a start leading to where ever your feet takes you..

I maybe wasted in the end..

but it always feels good when you did it your way and you know its right.


They just know the shore and yet the darkest abyss of your existence is like the deep ocean, you never know ...


how its always human to commit mistakes


without the little imperfections in life


we wont be there to make it perfect..

I have problems with norms and rules , I guess I was born to either bend them or disregard them: I make It a point to last on a battlefield , request lightly and I might consider.I believe life is one big challenge... in the end even your wasted and tired , you get to sit on your favorite chair, chocolates on one hand and wine on the other ... Thinking to yourself that was one hell of a ride ***wooowt*



***** I'm a chub******

a good looking chub ....



As what you can see in my pics I am a person with a diverse personality.. outspoken , good at heart and most of all hate liars... Lets just put it this way... when you see me as good that's it.. but if you play games... rest assured that I PLAY the game better....
All i want to meet are individuals with a great and out spoken personality very discreet and one must have the value of friendship... yes of course sex is an added spice but sex will be just a part of it and not at all the connection that will be made by each time you tend to communicate and gain good friends...

If you ask me what I like?

I like to eat.:
pasta..
anything spicy
I like to cook and i know how
I like to bake and Im working on it
I like brewed coffee not much of latte I like it hot
I like bread instead of rice
I like Sweets
I like reading books * very thick books*
I like changing images every now and then
* Sometimes Im a geek
* Sometimes I like to be hunky
* Sometimes I like to be The tambay image
* Sometimes I just like to dress up
* Sometimes I like to be some casual, young yuppie .--- hey I just turned 22 trip ko lang maging mature sometimes.

Baka sabihin nyo akoy baliw but yan lang talaga ako di ko talaga alam kung anu trip ko... kung anu nasa isip ko gagawin ko.

Sabi nila I look strict, maarte , hambog at medyo sosyalero.

Ako po ay simpleng tao lamang natututong mabuhay ng sarili. Yeah I know I'm 23 but mind you im already spending for my self. I dont ask from my parents anymore , its been like this since I was 18 its not because I'm doing this, I just wanna prove to myself that i can do it and eventually I'm working on my goals right now, lets just say that I think ten years forward than most na ka age ko. So kung manloloko ka man be sure na ill bite, or otherwise be prepared.

Confessions of Relationship phobic

1. No spending the night.

It communicates a desire to settle down. If you can, keep the encounters at his place, and then leave. It's much nicer than kicking him out of your place.

2. Keep cuddling to a minimum!

Doing a lot of intimate stuff is going to create an emotional desire for more. Avoid this! You want to keep things physical rather than emotional. Fifteen minutes of cuddling is the max I would recommend. But displays of affection is generally discouraged.

3. Do not enter into a "Friends With Benefits" arrangement while drunk.

There's a difference between a one-night stand and a friend with benefits. But entering either drunk is not wise. God forbid there's a beer-goggles situation. You don't want to go to bed with a supermodel and wake up with a dog, do you? Besides, don't you want to be sober enough to remember all the marvelous fun you had the night before?

4. No leave-behinds!

Do not allow to leave any of stuff at your place! No toothbrushes, no clothes - nothing! There should be no ties at all. Believe me, women WILL try and do this if they're over enough times, just for "convenience." But it's really a doorway into moving more and more things in, until she's effectively attached herself to you.

5. Don't discuss anything real.

Remember, we're trying to avoid intimacy here, and nothing creates intimacy like talking about important things. No family history, no favorite colors, no goals, no personal triumphs or tragedies. If you want to keep it a friends with benefits situation, you have to stay light: movies, bands, and favorite brands of booze.

6. Pet names aren't allowed.

No sweetie, honey, schmoopie allowed. Once you start with the nick names, a sense of ownership is implied. Keep it to her name only, because once you start with the terms of endearment, that's going to get the wrong idea.

7. No dinners, no movies, no "quality time" of any sort.

The hour between nine and ten is the gray zone between when a real date starts and when it's just a hook-up. Going out late means you don't have to go through the effort of buying dinner and talking, you just want to get to the good stuff.

8. Hide all evidence of your arrangement.

Throw out all condom wrappers (although you should no matter what), change your sheets, and don't get any hickeys, bruises, bites, or scratches if you expect to date anyone else any time soon.

9. Always play it safe!

So always, always, ALWAYS use condoms and birth control when playing with your friend with benefits!

And more importantly, be sure to properly dispose of the condoms after you're done! Flush 'em down that toilet to make sure there's no possibility of "leakage."

10. Pee with the door closed.

Even if you are using each other for cheap thrills, doesn't mean you should act indecent.

I just started blogging again.. but what a good way to start by checking how video blogs work!!


I just woke up , rolled over and opened my laptop before I loose the interest in doing this vid-blog.


I'm very moody so Cant determine even my own mood.


so here it goes and hope to hear good feedbacks from you guys soon..

Its my rest day!!


No work for the two days, anxiously thinking of some adventurous ways to spice my day.
I just woke up early and had fried rice and some beef, not the heavy bunch but just a good meal that keeps me going for the whole day..

Its raining and all of the outside is wet, puddles everywhere... the ticks and tacks of raindrops on the iron wretch roofs, the splash of the sidewalk puddles being corroded by the vehicles passing by... keeps me thinking what a sluggish day to even move...

I had this quote from a friend.. Instead of calling it BAD weather, we call it BED weather..
Conducive for extreme cuddling , fondling and maybe some light kissing ...

Maybe I might find some partner for today to share my "bed weather experience"
I'm not gonna blabber about work or anything ... I'm already tired of that.
An invitation goes out to anyone who like to share warmth and sensational skin contact with me is very much welcome..

Anyway I'm gonna drown myself with uber nosebleed tagalog movies just to let the time pass by...

then again the invitation is still open...



"you can bring some goodness but not all good are well accepted"

What does hedonism means?

Hedonism is a school of ethics which argues that pleasure has an ultimate importance, and that humanity's most important pursuit is sensual self-indulgence.


Egoism

Hedonism can be conjoined with psychological egoism - the theory that humans are motivated only by their self interest - to make psychological hedonism: a purely descriptive claim which states that agents naturally seek pleasure. Hedonism can also be combined with ethical egoism - the claim that individuals should seek their own good - to make ethical hedonism the claim that we should act so as to produce our own pleasure.





"not all that feels good is bad"


*just click on the hyperlinks for the videos

Are you scared?

In this pic isis and rocil combined together their supernatural aura's makes me wonder why the pics looks so unedited..


" ghost that hunts your dreams aren't real, its just your mind playing tricks at you"

The fight with KungFu Panda

Just recently I encountered some exchange of word from "kung fu Panda". I just realized that things when put into perspective can actually give you the best of results. I am blessed with so many friends and so many things in life that even I cant fathom such wealth in friend and in kind.

sadly... life is unfair and ces lavie.... it must go on....

Bite me if you must but , you messed with the wrong person on the floor...
Its not me who you are angry with its the majority that's thinking of you that way..
you never seem to amazed people yet you leave this nasty thoughts at the back of thier heads..

Is it worth it? Is it worth the nightmares you have when you sleep at night?


You just don't know how it feels to be worshiped and backbitten at the same time..

ergo, I just hope that management will soon me just... even with all the politics..

I still have high hopes for the account... I love it here... but love has its boundaries..my limit is about to be up....


things will definitely change...

June 30, 2008
Your Precious…
Filed under: 12:22 am

Its been awhile since I have ever written a blog. After watching this film it made me realized that I have been so blessed with all the good friends that I have, I may have forgotten what they did and how we met, but countless faces in and out of my life have molded my well being, both good and bad had been a critical part of who I am.
Countless reasons to live and countless blessings to count.
I may have been stubborn, selfish and very indifferent : I was never strong, I may
just look strong, but I’m like a sponge I never puff out anything rather I just absorb and absorb until it hurts. I don’t know who and what I am But I’m sure that there this one tiny little vein near my heart that beats for you.;That line struck me the most, long time that I have never felt love and long time have I played with it. Now I may not promise it but the thing we hate the most usually hunts us back, I never felt pain like this, it made me realized that my past had been here all along; just beside me never letting go, never letting me move forward.
I don’t wanna be Emo but the scariest thought of being late to tell all and being too late to love struck me. I never thought that time is the biggest burden that I have, I thought all along that I had a lot’ but seems like its ticks to fast. never going back never mending whats broken.

Putcha it hurts, the movie really melted my heart:

Enzo:"If you love me and if we are doing this because you pity me then I rather accept your pity than to be loved by you blindly because of what I did."
RAndy:
no we will do this because we love each other and we need each other so that we can live , dream and love.

When was the last time you touched someone?
When was the last time you loved?
when was the last time someone loved you back?
If love touches you when you do let go?

April 30, 2007
The Late night showers and the flying orbs
Filed under: 5:06 pm Edit This

This is not another fiction from my twisted mind… if you choose to believe then be it… if not.. no problem.

It was like 3am in the morning… I had this intense dream … as far as I can remember I was dreaming talking to a Dorm mate.. without a face. in my dreams they are always faceless.. he beckoned me to wake up so that we could take a bath and start the day.. so subconsciously I partially woke up to look for my cellphone to check the time… to my disbelief it was 3:20 am. … arggghhh its too early , yet I cant go back to sleep…. there was this strange feeling that I wasn't alone inside the room.. i felt uneasy.. so i took a stick and lighted it up… while half asleep smoking I heard the showers… like there was someone taking a bath… me being rational was thinking that it was some other guys in the dorm taking his bath. so I finished my stick and rest my eyes so that I can sleep back….. but It took almost 30 mins. for the shower and still the waters are still flowing.. so I went to the common bathroom to check who was taking bath.. but to my surprise … no one was there… and didn't heard the showers anymore.. so i went back to my room.. and just before… I went inside my door… there again the shower started flowing again… so i went back to bed.. but there was this strange thing that happened..

.. while i was lying down.. i seemed to see tiny orbs.. flashing before me.. i saw like 3 orbs.. then it just disappeared before my mind could process what i was.. then i felt this chill over my body… cold and goosebumps …the hair at my back stared to stand…

…. still i cant believe what I was feeling…..

Then just to pre-occupy myself I focused my self into reading ….. then after an hour.. i showers stopped … i felt tired from reading so… i slept back.. I just woke up hungry.. partially bedazzled.

Now i know that I wasn't alone all along..

….. i just don't know what could be next..

…. well if that happens again surely some sense of reality they really are around us…

ciao guys …

September 30, 2006
FLIRTING AT WESTERN WATS
Filed under: 5:06 pm

FLIRTING AT WESTERN WATS
BY Lyndon Libog

Our shift started today around 12 Midnight, not another tiring Sunday shift.
Was just about to get ready going to work when yours truly decided to play a prank
on his board mates, they just came from the internet cafe and was blabbering about
their chat mates and telling me how yummy their potential bookings are. I was about
to take my bath when my board mate was a second earlier than I was going to the CR.
I was asking them how was the hunting, they just told me nothing. I decided to play
a prank, my friend was innocently washing himself inside ,yours truly slipped outside
to turn off the faucet so that the water will be cut off. Then suddenly I heard my
board mate shouting that he has soap all over his body and there's no water.*hehehe* he got
mad then started chasing me around the apartment. * of course I had fun running around taunting
him on … *hahaha

Now I arrived at work around 11pm , swiped in , logged on the timecard and then went directly
to the canteen to have my late dinner and lunch, after which I saw a gay co-worker opening
pictures of naked men in his booth. Pretending not to see him I just had fun watching at
the pictures as well, Well I thought that its gonna be another boring Sunday shift.
Well we started dialing around twelve and had our meal breaks two hours after.
Being the flirty bitch that I am, I saw our target newbie had breakfast, being so cute and being so
orange.

Breakfast was tocino some bihon and macaroni salad, not that heavy coz I didn't ate any rice.
I was in a hurry eating up , and went directly to the smoking area. while smoking I saw him
took a peek at the door, so being the betch that I am I followed him , then went to the CR.
while on the way i saw althea passing by, we walked towards the Cr. while doing so he went out
he passed by , while during that I asked althea whats her name… not really meaning hers, hehehe he heard
that i was asking for his name.. he was about to go back but i went inside to pee,. only finding
our gay wiremate inside, exchange same latest chikka then went back to my cubicle. ahahaha*
watch out things are getting hotter.*****

definitely a Sunday shift full of flirting …

we still don't know what will happen next…..

yours truly

lyndon^libog

September 26, 2006
Caught in the act.
Filed under: Current Affairs — @ 9:16 pm Edit This

Caught in the act.

Its hard to pretend something your not.(not someone)

let me give you short example from my board mate.
when we are in our room we tend to speak "loud" "screaming" If you know what I mean.
Last Monday my friends parents arrived here in cebu to buy something. Days before that
we were already briefed on how to act and handle ourselves.That is not a problem with me
because I'm used to the straight crowd. Lets just say that he spilled his own beans.

Unintended we are grouped on our necks when we try to be somebody we are not.
lets just say that we make that a habit and a routine to speak or act that way.
Even if he ( my board mate) is saying that I'm acting kinda awkward, its doesn't show.
My only glitch is that I tend to be conio? But does that mean I'm queer?
He even acted queer in front of his parents..( unintentionally). Well lets just say that
he needs to face his demons already. I think that he is just on the closet, hiding and
pretending to play with toy cars and guns and fantasize of playing house and barbies in
pinks skirts.( Just expounding)

But pretending sometimes could be satisfying. It satisfies the urges that cant be made
into reality. The Innuendos we are destined to take are being resided because of the things
or situations that restrict us. But when can we spill out all the hatred in the world?
as what I said I'm a person with unexpected moods, an hour wont pass without changing moods.
Frankly speaking I can attest that there are a lot of promising new discoveries of freedom
within reach. But what keeps us in the closet?

I asked myself that question so many times.
Why not accept? why not be free? why be restricted?
Our love ones tells us that we are precious , we are special and all that we do they will
accepted.

NO way!!! Hell no what will happen to me if they find out?

Heard that line before? sounds familiar? and do you think that your the only one facing the dilemma?
To stand up on your own shoes will help you boost up on what ever is keeping you stagnated.

Keep me away from tempting my self to doing the things I might regret for the rest of my life.

GOsh!! that's line is so over used, I can fairly remember every "corny" Tagalog movies" trying
to characterize that spill.

They tend to give us more fantasies and they give us false hopes, they make us cry because of
the touching crying scenes, makes us feel good on the " feel good lines".
Now lets apply that to reality..

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!>>>>^*@(^*(^#*^@#*)^@#)^#)@&) { reality CheCK!!!!}

Hello does that ring a bell, thats why so many people patronize those junks because ,they get their
hearts desires on this crap. If you say its not true? then try asking yourself and ask so many
others desperado’s to catch reality with their bare palms. ( and only knowing it got away).

They say I'm Frank????

I am…..

They say I'm rude

—– I'm not…. just frank.

If your a weakling you’ll be on the sides crying and pretending nothing ever happens.

IF your strong you can fight back.

If your hiding you can’t be yourself.

If your out you can be what ever your hearts desire.

But what I learn from all this hiding and being weak is that eventually we will get tired of
being the victim and always being on the loosing side….. not too long we will be the ones
victimizing and playing around.

Come to think of it: its just a cycle that was pre-made .

Simple: Its to be the victim or to victimize….

nOW yOU chOoSe Do You Want to Be the Prey or the predator.

as what lestat said in the movie queen of the damn….

COme Out cOme OUt where ever you are

ciao Guys!!!

Jomzki

September 23, 2006
fashion blog
Filed under: 4:05 pm

Fashoinista extended remix

++++I like the music: my memoirs once upon a time++++

"Fashion is an art. The designers are the gods and we play the part of angels in the dark"

Why do other people have the second look? This song somewhat improve our outlook towards fashion.
they say that fashion is an art, why is there just a little part of the population blessed with
that endowment?
Some people get the second look and some even are just mere ghost passerby. So the question is…
Do we have to be good looking to be fashionable? Given that not all of us are given the
beauty that society dictates,and most or a majority only has the mediocre physical features.
We may be fat ,slim. petite,voluptuous and sexy…. They call names like hunks and babes , geeks
and dorks ,uglies and fatties and some other dire stereotypes.
Lets just say that I was once a victim of the so called "name calling".

—Before—-
I was 5′9 fair waistline is 46 , weight is 245lbs , wore a fitted size 38 waistline jeans , wore XXL shirts
or grand sizes ,didn’t care of any hair style.

Before its undeniable for those who knew me that I was Obese : having a waistline of 46 and
considering that I'm a tall guy its really obvious and that you cant just hide from the crowd.
Imagine how would someone feel if you are obese, and yet you pretend that your strong?
Lets start on what you usually do on the mornings, many don't know that I was suffering from the feeling
of being dire. Many people cant get out OF their houses without taking at least 7-9 times facing the mirror.
Now ask me how many times to I look in the mirror? Zero. I was even afraid TO SEE my OWN reflection or THE
obvious image of me ( believe it or not, its true).

- - - -Fast forward- - - -

I'm 5′9 waistline is 31 and fair , broad shoulders , broad lower body: wears low rise jeans , sneakers
, semi ray-ban shades and most of all wore an up to date haircut. ( not that formed but definitely not
like before)

So now what happened?
*** That's HISTORY***

What makes people change? IS it for the better? or just to be in? or even to get back to those that
once prosecuted you with their pointed tongues.?

Not to be hypocrite , I can attest that IT mainly was self improvement THAT made ME more confident.
and with THAT, IT would give you an edge to those a-holes who deserves to be on burning stakes and
gas chambers.

It hurts looking back, but what made me strong today was because of yesterday.
I thanked them dearly for the rude remarks and the name callings.

—YOU really made me what I am now
—YOU helped Me value my existence
—YOU made me fashionable

A very BIG THANK YOU!!! *smoochies* *Nasty Grin*

* fashionable in a sense that you wear what ever you wear with confidence and never suffer bitter
feelings of uneasiness upon hearing rude comments.*

Now tell me that you need not be endowed with the looks in order for you to be fashionable, and in
order for you to be called A "fashionista".

Fashionista wears himself or herself the way they want it , and not what other people think best fits
them.

Everyone is unique we are inborn fashionistas in the making.

Let the fashionista experience be with you!

** Hugs and Kisses**

Jo mari :-) ###peace out###

September 18, 2006
Filed under: @ 9:07 pm

Smoking area love story

Well the usual habit when your working in a call center. In this case a meeting place where love birds meet and find solitude in each others 5 minute smoke breaks. You might ask me why write a blog about this, simply because that love itself is really unexpected.I started to notice couples, straight and not so straight alike sharing stolen moments while smoking in the smoking area. It was 5 am when everybody was almost sleepy from work. I went through the hassle of asking my seatmate some stogs. Then I went directly to the smoking area, found a nook and then lighted stogs. Damn what a boring way to start the day. Then came MR. IT head., tall. chubby. married and still looks yummy.(grins) Then came our floor supervisor being as lusty and tempting she was. There they go starting to move as if they are doing this love dance in front of me. Me not being that inclined to watch such indecent show *hehhehe*. Just went on with my business. Smoke was all over the place and I was caught in between the love trance. Just being exaggerated I'm just dumb struck bored, all I have is just a cup of coffee and a stick of cigarette. Chill in the morning dew while the others happened to be doing something unusual * gosh* come to think of that that's just the smoking area what else if they were in the privacy of their own homes? ahihihi just cant stop thinking of some naughty thoughts. Well our jobs requires us to per screen for males hard? so what do yah expect? *grins* well today went very good. Now thinking of the work hazards that I'm facing , I already understand why they are present. Because without them, there will be no spice in the work place just for the meantime we tend find the unsubtle sweet and the hazards just a glitch. Now betch!! tell me how I should run my life? ahihihih Au rev oi!

September 13, 2006
Phone Center Madness
Filed under: 7:03 am

Not the typical rest day. the week started with me catching cold and fever and I still don't know if this will go on until the end of the week. Work in the wee hours of the day and sleep in the morning. I can call myself a vampire , a sucker for sleep, well if your talking about compensation the later is rewarding but in return you’ll health will be at stake and your social life in danger. They say that being preoccupied is a blessing , but being too preoccupied is suicide. Health versus money. Is that the issue? gosh!!! Its been a while that Ive been blabbering about my exciting sex life and my not so good social life. Damn gone are the days! *huhuhuhu*

Now let me tell you about my sex life

. *that's about it and hope that you enjoyed my very interesting sex life issues.* *harhar*****

Let me see.. just in case that many of you might be asking why? *winks* ^^ think about it you cant have all.

Well the shift is about to start … have to click on ready… wish me luck …

PS. one more thing I'm not done yet with the SEX life issue . be assured that I will a have a kickback* nasty grin**

June 22, 2006
Friday Insomnia
Filed under: @ 3:47pm

Its another Friday without my friends in Dumaguete and yet I can’t go out because of constraints in money and company… I think its beginning to hit me… the so called loneliness ….. I used to take my time just drinking coffee at memento… not at all minding time. … and yet now.. I’m all by my own… just working and yet with very little supply of so called friends…. I used to dream back then what it would be like without them… yet I’m starting to be missing them now… I had some experiences here in Cebu that we can say enjoyable… yet alone.. and yet partially empty…. they have all the entertainment venues here … yet it entices you to splurge your hard earn money… **** gosh*** … you here that from me right… Yeah I’m valuing the money pep talks.. If my friends could see me now…. They you be happily , sarcastically enjoying taunting me with all the money spending I did back then when I was still well supported…. Gosh….!!!****** yet I still manage to splurge a little bit.*grins* Hey guys… you can take the tiger out of the jungle but not the jungle within the tiger… heehaw!… Ya all know what that means…. hey… I’m still on my leisure of spending that much money.. but this time.. my turn of the money.. hehehe… even in my birthday I had manage to buy some good pair of shirts and a good pair of shades…..** just a reminder guys.. I’m still the "pakawala Joms " u know off.. heheh.. but not as wild as before though… just a little tame… and humble*** bleh..*** I miss my family and my younger siblings… uhuh*** I do make it an effort to text them once in a while…. hey… Lets not talk about the things…. Ive been missing so much… this page is supposed to be titles secret encounters…. "blarghhhhhh" not into that yet… I dunno… I just don’t like the feeling of promiscuous sex and all …. <— nag sasawa na sa sex… **** not again** I’m not.. I just it to be perfect …….. perfectly good hahaha… Adah" I think the pervert side of me is taking over here…. . On the other hand I kinda like the brief stories I can share everyday since I worked. And for now…. I’m gonna grab same choco latte at the canteen…. ciao guys. until next time..

June 16, 2006
out on a solo
Filed under: Uncategorized — 8:06 am

Its been my 5th day of work and yet I don't feel any stress , And even think I'm having fun… compared to school. But what I hate the most is that I don't have to see my friends in dumaguete. The coffee talk at memento and the parties at Elcamino and Payag.. dinner at Rc’s place… Starbucks coffee and Chorizo at isko’s place… and even jannete’s nuisance talk about Gio, i also miss Mommy Tina asking me to fix her clothe lines.. and going to my house for some fruits…. I also miss Kuya’s advices on how nice he is and actually being mean at the same time… GOsh*sigh* Boulevard and Joey’s peanuts…. Well Im getting used to my company’s canteen here.. Its kinda not what I have expected… not like the horror stories I heard… Its conducive for my health… well guys I must say that I'm 10 hours inside an AC building..I don't have any problem with my complexion but I think I'm getting sick of their water here. They have a scarcity of water .. I'm spending almost 70 pesos of mineral water just to be safe… and watch out that's only for one day… And I'm using a lot of my topical products just to be safe from the sun and the weather here..



Comments by Best friend Jannette



waaahoooo!!!!!u missed my annoying talk about gio….hahahaha…well, here oh….cge ra mi koug…wahahaha….after class or wala mi klase or whatever…ahahahaha….:)

bitaw,kahilakon ko sa imo blog betch!!!!ahehehehe…:)
luoya sad nimo oi…..ali na lang dre….uli nah!!!

-'niwniw'- — June 23, 2006 @ 8:09 am

Still part of "remembering back my old self"... I have the time now to blabber about almost anything.. next post is still me when I was 20 years old.

June 14, 2006

Filed under: — 8:55 pm

I was walking inside the company’s compound I’m working at… feeling empty and walking on thin air…

I was feeling the pang of nostalgia …. The madness of sorrow and most of all the uncomfortable feeling of being alone…. but what do we give just to gain independence? Not just a drop of it but a jug full…… I can’t imagine myself working and making money…. washing my own clothes... Buying my own beauty products and most of my entire least favorite making ends meet with my salary… gosh….

I seemed to be giving up most of the privileges that many are after… my soft bed at home.. My Pc… my cable TV, my phone line... ….. Hot meals every time i go home... shet… I got the very opposite here... And the water is nonexistent…wow…

Well that’s the thrill of it all just a taste of Independence you have to sacrifice the things you lived the most and after that a mature me will rise.. can’t seem to remember how I started this blog but I guess I have to go now… i have work in an hour… but what the heck.. I'm not working. I’m having fun and GETTING PAID BIG TIME

Memoirs of the past

Was bored I came across some past blogs I have created when I was like 18 0r 19.... just so amateur yet cant seem to stop smiling looking back when I was so naive and innocent...


May 6, 2006
Loving and risking at the same time
Filed under: Uncategorized — 4:04 am

In this world i hate to admit it.. we cant please everybody… the people around us are just mere decorations.. and only a few are for keeps… what how do we really gamble every days of your lives? I

ts always exaggerated in print that everyday is a trial but what do we really face every now and then… I used to think that a heart that had been made into stone is hard to crumble. nevertheless it seems that love always makes it soft. We get hurt and we learn lesson.. damn life.. why first get hurt and then came the lessons? cant we get lessons and not get hurt?

Damn all those people who made life hard for me… I used to dream about how it feels to be a murderer and ease my pain by just killing them all… but not me… i take it slow… even boulders and boulders of loathsome words come from there totally poisonous tongues… but what the heck…

Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand - strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOOO HOOO - What a ride!"… …..

I'm Just madly in-love….