hungry like the wolf

abover contacted me again. i had previously posted about abover before, but under a different name. i just can't recall, for the life of me, what name i had posted him under. so abover it is for now.

he wanted to meet. i love abover's body, but i just can't really get over his face. not that i would call him ugly. i don't think he is. he has a great body, very muscular. he also has a good dick, with a beautifully-formed bulbuous head. he loves to fuck. yet there is something about him that makes me hesitate.

maybe it's because i'm inherently not attracted to his category of beauty. on paper, he seems good. i know for a fact there are many admirers of his. there's just something off about him to me.

so, for the meantime, i still long for mt.

til we meet again

a few days ago, i was with rm, introduced by a mutual friend.

rm is younger than me, shorter than me, and very muscular. in fact, he had competed in a recent bodybuilding contest, though he didn't win. it was a shame, though it was pretty obvious to tell that his chances were slim right from the start, considering the bulk of the contestants were in his competitive (short) category. at 5'5 he did cut an impressive figure, with his very broad shoulders and heavily muscled torso that slowly tapered down to his taut six-packed stomach and splayed down to his heavy thighs and legs.

he wanted to meet at a motel, so we did. i fulfilled part of my muscle fantasy. as he headed to shower up, i washed him down. water and soap made our skin deliciously slippery. i stood behind him as we lathered, marveling at the size and hardness of his body. he leaned back against me, my hard cock nestling between the cheeks of his bubble butt.

and so the dance began. it was not tango, it was not waltz, it wasn't even a frenetic dance one would dance with gusto.

it was more like a shuffling of the feet to an awkward beat that soon ended on a low note.

so there we were, in bed. i, on top of his warm body - as he hugged me, suddenly had a thought. this was the second time we had been together, and the second time that it was unexciting. he didn't do much, the sex was not really passionate, nor was there even a foreplay. it was, as samantha jones would term it, a deal-breaker. and then and there i decided, it was over.

though he was hot, he was not mt.

i still crave for mt.

so it was over for rm.

without you

i think it's time to post about mt.

mt is a bodybuilder who i mistook for someone else i know. it was a rather embarrassing experience, but it did make us acquaintances, and dare i say, friends.

he is tall, very muscular, and unconventionally attractive. i also find him charming and funny. and he has one of the biggest dick i've ever seen in real life. unfortunately, i suspect he is married with a child, though he did not confirm anything. he gave me my first hickey. well, it was a series of hickeys. i hated that. i didn't know he did it until i saw them.

"just so that i'll know if you have someone who'll get jealous if he sees them." this was what he said when i confronted him. i must confess, it did make me a little tingly in certain places.

yet we've never gone past anything farther than touching.

strange, isn't it? it has been over a year since we've been together. two years even, i think.

he's been busy working as a personal trainer.

oh, how i miss him.

strange stories, amazing facts

almost a month without posts.

i've been a little busy, catching up on my sleep. i haven't even checked my usual online haunts.

i've decided to write this post on the unseen world, which is totally out of character for me. but it has always been such a part of my life - it's just that i haven't told many people about the other side of me.

being pinoy, we are all used to everyone we know having at least one supernatural story.

i have several.

actually, i think my so-called sixth sense is semi-operational. i am a little used to it, though. as a child, i used to play underneath a large tambis tree. and i was told that i sometimes seemed to play as if i had a playmate. but i don't remember any of this at all.

as a child too, i would hear voices calling my name. this started when i was around grade three. now, i know this sounds schizophrenic - and i could be accused of worse, and these voices called out to me from the strangest places. i would be walking in the streets to or from school, and i would hear a voice calling me from above me. in the restroom, in the classroom, in the shower at home, and in my room too. they ceased after i ignored them for months. but i can't ever forget that episode.

nor could i ever forget the week in my fifth grade when i got so disoriented. i had three successive nightly dreams that would become true and live out the next day. the most mundane things confused me, because i was sure i had done them already. the assignments, the lectures, even down to the snippets of conversations i had with friends. well, one would think that it was a good thing that i dreamed about the assignments ahead of time. but i wasn't that conscientious of a student. thank god that successive dream phase only lasted for a bit.

although, after that, i still had dreams that would occur later in my life. nothing major most of the time. i've dreamt of deaths, of happiness, of monotony. sometimes they happen a few weeks later, or months later, or even years later. even up to a decade. one just recently occurred to me while i sat in a waiting room for a consultation with a doctor, and i'd dreamt that exact moment more than ten years ago.

i think they call it deja vu. or precognition. whatever. i've learned to live with it. but it still jolts me from time to time when it happens.

and this is just one of the several strange things that continue to happen to me.

the rest will be in other posts.

going gaga for lady gaga

oh my effing god.

lady gaga's paparazzi video is out now.

i've had this song in my head for forever!

and the video does not disappoint!

thank you GOD!

dove

i was very pleased to find that one of the supermarkets i frequent had the dove energy bar. and the dove pro-age soap. and there was dove with the extra cream thing. i really forgot. i think it must've been the minutes i stood there, sniffing each variant, trying to decide which one i like best.

and then i found out that dove also had a buy-three-free-one bar deal for their original cream bar.

someone definitely broke the bank that day.

dove has always had a special place in my shower. i remember as a kid, we used dove before we were told not t0. not because it was bad for the skin. but because dove, way back then, was associated with the lalatz-for-hire. apparently, because dove was so prized, these lalatz-for-hire would often bathe themselves with dove to appear more enticing to their johns for the night. the girls were told not to use dove in case they be mistaken for lalatz-for-hire, and the boys were told not to use dove in case they be mistaken as having used the services of the lalatz-for-hire.

flash-forward to current times. dove has become a beacon of light for all. it's continued to champion the definition of real beauty. it's also continued to develop its market. i think i've never had better skin with dove. i also love its shower gel variation, which i used for the first time in high school when an aunt from spain sent it to me. i can't wait to start using dove again, as i've experimented with olay's soap, which is good, but not as good (for me) as dove.

i've experimented with a lot of products, and so far, in terms of quality and price, dove still beats its competitors in the same price category in every way. i just wonder why they haven't done the men's skin line yet. or at least create a campaign that's more unisex. i think they should. men, specially gay men, are very particular about grooming, and have been one of the biggest market with the highly-dispensible income, even in these trying times. just look at the abundance of massage parlors popping up all over.

who knows? that whole dove unisex campaign might take on a life of its own.

heal the world

i've recently succumbed to one of the most dreaded addictions ever: gardening.

situated in the city, i don't even know why i pursued gardening in the first place. i hardly have direct sunlight, much less any ground to nest my plants in. so i opted to buy pots, pots, and pots. i do have several old world plants with me at the moment: sampaguita, rosal, gumamela, sanseviera, ground orchids, a yet-to-be-identified jasmine-like plant, and forget-me-nots.

maybe it is because there isn't any flora around that drove me to seek out planting these wonderful greens around. plus, i've always loved plants and trees and flowers ever since i was a child. i remember growing up in the then suburban area of pardo with a caimito tree, several tambis trees of different colors, the local bayabas (with the deliciously soft and sweet pink flesh) shrub, and even a cacao tree. we also had calamansi, chinese jasmine, tiger lilies, the ever-reliable santan, san francisco shrubs, african daisies, rosal, vanda orchids, and of course, the sampaguita. just the memories alone make me smile, when i ate tambis every summer.

i now realize how fortunate i was to live in such wonderful greenery at that time. so now, i attempt to recreate the spirit of my childhood. i shudder to think that this may be my mid-life crisis. lol!

currently, i have this plant i'm having problem identifying though. it starts out with a five-leaf cluster, and then some of these five-leaf cluster become six, seven, eight, or even nine leaves on one cluster. everyone says this plant is a lucky one because of this effect. so whoever knows the true name of this plant, i'd really appreciate it.

i am still awaiting several other plants to come in: chinese bamboo, money tree, and tuberoses. and maybe the ylang-ylang. will experiment with lavender and mint too. i wonder how they'll grow in a semi-shade environment that is my terrace. i'll have to see.

yes, i have a small little terrace in my place, which i later plan to make my little getaway. even though it is very near the hot exhaust and grumbling noise of several split airconditioners. lol!

plus, with some greenery around me, at least i'll be reducing some carbon footprint. even if that footprint turns out to be a little toe print. at least, there's a print. lol!

all the grayness and the mechanical noises around me in this concrete jungle of the city can make me a little too tense.

thank god for plants!

budbud kabog

just enjoying this scrumptious treat from tuburan.

(super happy mode)

scandal galore

i really don't understand what the big hoot is about the belo-kho-halili scandal.

i mean, just the conglomeration of their last names alone makes me giggle.

say it again. belokhohalili. makes me think of halitosis.

so they had sex.

so they made a sex tape.

so it was released.

in hollywood, it's how one becomes known. paris hilton wouldn't be paris if her sexual romp with the hung rick salomon didn't "accidentally" leak out.

who else? pamela anderson and tommy lee. colin farrell. kim kardashian. though there were those others who released their sex tapes, didn't take, and their careers became major flops, pardon the pun. it's how people fuel their careers, to become bigger celebrities than they are.

we can't deny it. it's done its purpose. the whole country is in uproar over it. also, please note the correct usage of "it's" and "its" in the same sentence.

i've seen the hayden videos. nothing groundbreaking. just a hot guy having sex with some girl. if they were doing the dirty sanchez, now that would be something else.

trey's basic marinara sauce

the marinara sauce, for me, is one of the most multi-function sauces ever.

it can serve as pasta sauce, as dipping sauce, as pizza sauce, and as a base for soups and rice dishes.

so here's my take on the classic homemade marinara.

fresh tomatoes, seeded and peeled
garlic
onion
salt and pepper to taste

1. in a pot of boiling water, gently throw in the tomatoes for 30 to 45 seconds, then scoop them out into cool ice water.

2. peel off the skin, and remove the seeds.

3. sautee garlic and onions, salt and pepper to taste.

4. add deseeded and peeled tomatoes, simmer for 10 minutes.

5. pour mixture in processor or blender, then puree.

6. cool and store mixture in the refrigerator (or freezer) if not needed immediately. for the best taste, consume within a week.

of course, this is the homemade artsy fartsy version for those who have the time to do this. there is a very quick version of the sauce, specially if meant for pasta, which i will post another time. i only make the drawn-out version when i have the time to do so. otherwise, i always use the quickie marinara cheat sauce.

promise yourself

Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.

To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel that there is something in them.

To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.

To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and expect only the best.

To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.

To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile.

To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others.

To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

Christian D. Larson

trey's salacious seasonal salad

cucumber, seeded and sliced (or cubed)
carrots, cubed
potatoes, cubed
fresh apple, cubed
fresh pineapple, cubed
bacon bits, crisped
chicken, cubed
cheese, cubed
yoghurt, chilled
1 clove garlic, minced
1 large onion, minced
salt and pepper to taste

1. boil chicken meat for 15 minutes, then add potatoes and carrots. boil for another 10 minutes. this will also give you chicken stock, which you can later use by itself or in other dishes.

2. while boiling the chicken and vegetables, crisp the bacon bits until golden brown.

3. mince the garlic and onion, then stir into chilled yoghurt with salt and pepper to taste, which is to be separated from the salad until serving time. place seasoned yoghurt in the refrigerator to chill.

4. cut and core the apples and pineapples into cubes. combine both immediately, so that the acid in the pineapple juices prevent the apple from browning.

5. combine the cheese cubes, bacon bits, chicken meat, carrots, potatoes, and cucumber into the fresh apples and pineapple, mix, and then chill if you're serving it later.

6. when serving, pour chilled yoghurt over the salad.

7. enjoy.

notes:

cucumbers - i like them seeded, but not peeled. or go for seedless if you can. just wash them carefully if you want to retain their skins.

potatoes - i also like to leave the skin on. just make sure they are thoroughly washed. you can also substitute yams for a different take on the salad.

apples - i like them seeded with the skins still on. they make fantastic visuals against the green of the cucumber, the orange of the carrots, the yellow of the pineapples, and the brown of the potatoes.

of course, this is a basic recipe, and you may choose to alter it to suit your taste. but basically it's figure-friendly with mostly fresh and homemade ingredients, with little or no msg. you control what goes in. you can even make it totally vegetarian.

other ingredients you may choose to add or substitute:
fresh seafood, steamed (or buttered)
turkey, cubed
cauliflower
broccoli (my favorite)
roasted eggplant, cubed or sliced
cooked beans, drained
olives, pitted
fresh corn bits, steamed (or sauteed lightly in butter)
bulgur pilaf, cooked
tabasco sauce or rubbed chili flakes, for that spicy kick
citrus fruits, sliced
ginger, minced
vinaigrette (olive oil and balsamic vinegar, seasoned)
fruit dressings (olive oil and citrus juice, seasoned)
cebuano dressing (olive oil and pure tuba vinegar)
asian dressing (soy sauce, vinegar or citrus juice, sesame oil, with or without honey)

what i love about this salad is that you can make it as summery or as hearty as the seasons (and moods) change. i made my first one in the summer, so it was pretty light. i soon tried different dressings, and i discovered that each one created a different mood. the cheese choice also influence the overall taste. blue cheese, goat cheese, even your common cheddar cheese at the grocery. add spice for that middle eastern flavor, or olives for that mediterranean feel. the choices are endless.

bon appetit!

and so the wheel turns

i took another online test.

and it's fun.

plus i love the card that showed up. dragon, phoenix, tiger, and turtle.

and i totally agree with its symbolism.

what goes around comes around.

sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down.

very me.

char.

You are The Wheel of Fortune

Good fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of
intoxication with success

The Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.

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mirror, mirror, on that wall...

holy crap!

while reading mcvie's blog, i checked this out.

kinda true, the way i see myself. but not sure that this is how others see me.

but either way, it's a very very easy online test. i did it less than five minutes.