Wednesday, March 10, 2010

tang


the 'wrong' reasons

1. you are much too young
2. you dont have the muscular body i usually like
3. you said you swore off women after 2 consecutive bad experiences
4. you have a daughter
5. you got used to relating with stereotypical gays who spend for you and give you 'gifts'
6. you dont have the academic credentials to make you a trophy catch
7. you dance like the devil in heat
8. your facial expressions when you dance attract all the wrong ones
9. you dont have a house or car or white collar job that makes you the traditional 'bring home to mama' material
10. you are much too streetsmart
11. your humility is easily mistaken for pretense
12. your penchant for not demanding much is too reminiscent of pump priming
13. your QT factor is way up, so that creates jealousy windows i could live without
14. you are a hard worker (that's a bummer because i want more time with you)
15. you smell clean (and i would have loved to write here that i hate your cheap cologne)
16. your friendliness is borderline flirting
17. you dont speak english well to rack up points in my colonial mentality
18. you dress simply (love the striped undies though, jejejeje)
19. you kiss like hell, it should come with a health hazard warning
20. you smoke when im trying to drastically cut down on this vice; and
21. you sound sincere!

there.

at least 21 reasons why i shouldnt be in a relationship with you.

one reason why i am -

I LOVE THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL, EVEN WHEN IM NOT WITH YOU!

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

walkin the streets



im a streetwalker.

i love walking the streets very late at nite or early dawn. its good exercise, can be cruise-y, is my me-time if im alone, or good time for talking if im with someone else.

needless to say, there have been a lot of bloggable walks. take last week, for instance.

rosie and i did a mini bar-hop. nothing that interesting happened but we got hungry. so we ate, at 2 different outlets because we couldnt agree, jejejeje.

we were kinda waiting for cabs to take when our masseurs passed by, it was closing time. just a friendly wave and smile, and they were off, probably to eat at larsian.

on the spur of the moment, rosie suggested we walk towards capitol, and we did.

the flower pic you see was in front of cebu doc and you gotta admit its a conversation piece. jejejeje. we took pictures of it as we found it.

the windmill pic is at the citisavings corner of the boulevard, yet another conversation piece.

so who do you think would put up this makeshift windmill and why? it was so high above to be a child's plaything unless that child is on someone else's shoulders.

it is not a particularly windy spot.

but it is there. and it does work.

so thank you, whoever you are. and continue to have fun!

Monday, March 8, 2010

pecks & fans, 7




PINO INASAL

pecks

considering that it is at fuente, it would have been better if it closed a little later because it can give outlets in the area a run for their money (its at the 2nd floor of cybergate).

menu is understandably limited, and its chicken inasal is so-so.


fans

for a pang-masa outlet, it has classy ambience; it even has outdoor seating!

'teresa' is a hunky chub of a waiter, with a smile that can lite up your day. jejejejeje. and he aint the only eye candy there too...

the P60 chicken sausage & bicol express combo that i had was actually okay, what with the unlimited rice. will try the pork version to see if its better (it should be).


bottomline: we are going back....


Friday, March 5, 2010

the boxer


was walkin to moonburst when i spotted him walkin along the street with 3 of his friends. tried to catch his eye but no deal. oh well, cest la vie.

sometime later, i was glad to almost bump into him in the bar, but he was dancing with trannie central, whose friends were all agog because he was a catch. illegally low jeans, black tee not too tight, mocha skin, and bedroom eyes that seem perpetually about to close.

was just enjoying watching him because i thought hes one of them trade boiz looking for ez cash.

sometime yet later, coming from the bar, i went back to find that he was gone, and so was trannie central. damn. oh well....

i found a spot to sit when who should be sittin at the next table but him! so of course i asked where trannie was and he said he didnt know, he wasnt with her. i was doing my 20 questions bit when he said: i wanna dance.

so dance we did, all of 5 minutes. first thing, his friends came back in. after he disposed of them, it wasnt dancing no more, no sir. it was makin love on the dancefloor.

i learned that he is an amateur boxer who has won plenty, and had an upcoming fight in 10 days.

me: arent you supposed to abstain before a fight?
him: youre not goin to tell my coach, are you? and besides, this is all your fault! i cant go home this hard!

well, well, well. a friend in need.....!

but i thought, no. so we stopped dancin, drank the last bottle, talked about stuff like boxing and gay people.

he told me that since i refused his advances, then the least i could do was accompany him home. hokey! this is interesting, i thought.

home was an apartment where their coach and manager housed their stable of boxers. of course we exchanged numbers and set the date for our next meeting.

a kiss is a dealbreaker for me, so i asked for a goodnight kiss. he said no.

but he pulled me a little further along the road, where there was a vacant lot, and said: kiss lang?

i said yes, that will do, for me, for that night. so he kissed me.

and i kissed him.

and thus another scandal was made because suddenly the kisses were not enough. he had almost no inhibitions, he asked me if i still wanted to meet up with him again because maybe there was nothing to come back for.

boxers.... jejejejeje

he won the fight. and we celebrated it.

end of round.