manjam

i opened an account with manjam last week, i think. and then i have the most stupid questions asked of me. i guess it's only telling of the kind of people who populate the site. including me. LOL!

i do love a lot of the members there, mainly because they have very funny and witty profiles. i'm just going to note down the non-lovable ones.

anyway, i got this account because g4m has long since died and joined planetromeo in the nether regions of cyberspace. and planetromeo sucks. i don't know why, but it does.

there's also pinoy g4m for those who miss the original g4m. it's admirable in the sense that they wish to keep the functionality of g4m.

i guess that it just proves that, regardless of the sites, questions and demands of moronic proportions persist. and here are some of them:

top or bottom?
answer i'd like to write: it's in my profile, you lazy illiterate fucktard.
answer i gave: it's in my profile.

pics.
answer i'd like to write: if i had more, they'd be there, wouldn't they?
answer i gave: none, sorry.

friendster.
answer i'd like to write: then why the hell are you in manjam?
answer i gave: none, sorry.

game?
answer i'd like to write: card, online, or word?
answer i gave: for what?

sup?
answer i'd like to write: 7, surf's, bottoms
answer i gave: hello too.

email?
answer i'd like to write: whose?
answer i gave: what?

discreet?
answer i'd like to write: shhh.
answer i gave: what?

i guess i really am too sarcastic, but at least i've kept it in check now.

thank you, Lord.

Jill and Kevin

AM SO TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH THIS VIDEO!!!

i love that they took a chance and made their wedding fun and memorable. i heard that they didn't ask the entourage to rehearse, but rather, asked them to dance to however they wished.

LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!

time

vegging out today.

i was planning to go out but then laziness took over and here i am, mindlessly flipping through channels.

let's see what's on.

attack of the show. i love this show, when i can catch it. brings out the geek in me. i see avatar made its debut, though no details have emerged yet.
graphic novels. comic-con. good lord. i am drooling!
sandman. my god i love that series.

hm. shark. i love the tall black guy. hot.

ftv. french coutoure. interesting.

cnn. news. where is anderson cooper?

velvet is showing hair shoppe. queen latifah. and years later, she'd be on hairspray. coincidence?

the nanny is on. campy. nasal. zingers.

frasier. god. i love the series.

food network.

hbo. some boring movie.

cinemax. another boring movie.

star movies. ice age trailer. even more boring.

what do you know? it's six pm already.

short story - elsa

i'm starting a series of short stories that will help me in writing better tales. this one came up to me from nowhere and i just had to write it down.

*****
The girl awoke from her dream. It was a strange dream, filled with people and languages she didn't understand.

Her name was Elsa. She lived in a luxurious penthouse somewhere in Park Avenue, left to her by a senile uncle who had leapt to his death from a balcony.

She was an orphan. She didn’t have to ask, she already knew. It was obvious that she did not inherit her fiery red hair and pale milky skin from her known relatives. And her eyes – well, they were just the most peculiar shade of green. Which was why she often wore dark glasses whenever she went out. If ever she did.

Elsa took a deep breath and closed her eyes in the darkness. The dreams she thought had left her years ago had come back to haunt her once more. She remembered the first time she dreamt of them. She had been a frightened ten year-old child, clutching her worn yellow blanket provided by Uncle Emory. Aunt Emily had just passed away, and Elsa’s bizarre dreams had been explained by Uncle Emory as a traumatic experience of losing a loved one.

Elsa had never believed it. Aunt Emily had never cared for her. In fact, Aunt Emily had often complained about her. She had secretly believed that her aunt had taken a dislike to her mainly because of her unusual appearance. It seemed to cause many women to loathe the sight of her.

She got up from her bed and went to get a glass of water. She stood outside on the balcony, the same balcony that Uncle Emory had jumped from almost a year ago. The cold air revived her. She looked down. The city was bathed in artificial light, garish and soft, glittering and still. It calmed Elsa’s soul.

She turned back and headed towards her bed, her bare feet soft against the hardwood floors. She paused as she passed by the hallway mirror, looking at her reflection.

I need to go out, she mused. It’s time.

She glanced at the clock. Three o’clock. Elsa headed to the bathroom, where she took great care to clean herself before she doused her translucent skin with rich lotions that smelled of exotic flowers and secret promises.

She grabbed the nearest skirt and top from her meager belongings and quickly put on her most lavish purchase: a pair of scarlet high-heeled shoes that made her taller than she seemed. She brushed her hair once more. And then she was ready.

She came back to the apartment an hour later, but not alone. Elsa guided her companion inside her penthouse, where she quickly took off her silky lilac dress and stood before him naked. She could see lust in his eyes as she posed provocatively in front of him.

She ran her hands through her body, and she saw that he reveled in the sight of her young nudity. She took his rough, calloused hands and ran them through her body. She shivered at the coarseness and it excited her. She felt herself growing moist, and soon enough his hands found her womanhood on their own.

She gasped as he slid one finger inside, and then two, and then three. She heard him curse under his breath as he marveled at her wet snugness. Elsa hurriedly unbuttoned his pants and then it was before her.

She turned around and pushed against him, without any warning. Elsa realized it caught him by surprise as she impaled herself against him. Their coupling was violent, and she was his master.

She pushed him to the floor and sat on top of him, rocking fiercely. She could feel him protest slightly as she viciously rammed against his manhood. And it didn’t take long. She felt the waves coming. Her nipples got harder as she felt the first ripples.

Her naked thighs grazed against his dirty jeans, halfway undone, and the sensation drove her to greater heights of passion. Elsa crouched above him like a pale naked spider trapping her still-clothed prey, feeling him inside her, unaware that the sight also gave him a great and uneasy pleasure. She felt him squeeze her erect pink nipples, and it was that that drove her over the brink.

Suddenly, it was flowing, and it didn’t stop for some time. She gasped and contracted, shuddering. Elsa heard him yell out to stop, but she was too caught up in her frenzy to think clearly. It came over her, overwhelming her senses, shattering her sanity. She never heard his pleas, nor did she notice that he had stopped.

She ran her hands down his face sadly, the whiteness of her skin contrasting with the darkness of his. She would have not given him a second look if not for the dream that she had had. But it, finally, had made sense tonight.

She had to take a life to start hers.

She began to understand everything and everyone around her. Elsa opened her mouth slightly. Her red, chapped lips parted halfway, but nothing came out of it. She felt a flash of panic as she realized that her actions might have been a mistake after all.

It can’t be, Elsa despaired.

She tried one more time to move her tongue, and finally a sliver of sound escaped from her throat. She fell over the body of the dead man in relief, her warm tears soaking his grimy shirt as she collapsed in exhaustion. She took a deep breath and slept soundly, still on top of the body. At last, she dreamt of black stars in a red sky.

The next days to come, the media would dedicate their headlines to the strange and miraculous recovery of 13 year-old Elsa P. Straussberg , who had been mute all her life despite several consultations with top medical experts. They would rehash the strange deaths that haunted her famous and infamous family the past few years, thus making her the sole surviving heir to the almost incalculable Straussberg fortune.

And at the back section of some newspapers, there would also be a small column reporting the body of an unidentified man found dead, a few blocks away from Park Avenue, from apparent heart condition.

the second time around

my newest fave from lady gaga.

i wish i could upload the song on this blog. i just don't know how, and i don't see any option to upload it on this particular blog.

one of the most surprising songs from lady gaga, and it's on constant replay.

hero

ever since his appearance as sylar on 'heroes', i've always had a thing for zac quinto.

tall, lanky, and beautiful, he plays one of the baddest villains in the series.

guess i'm a sucker for bad boys.

season three has him paired with my girl-crush kristen bell of 'veronica mars' and 'gossip girl' fame, who also happens to be a good friend of zac's in real life. the most intriguing pairing of 'heroes', if you ask me. too bad she dies in the script. as we know it.

the other pairings were just blah, except for hiro and ando. who do you think is the top, and who is the bottom of these two?

xoxo,
trey aka mrs zac quinto

fields of gold

i've got grandpa syndrome.

while reading a back issue of details, i chanced upon the article, and it sort of amused and horrified me.

several indicators i think, matched me up to the syndrome, which i totally find hilarious.

- i find most bars too noisy.
- i sometimes talk excitedly about what a good deal i got on a purchase.
- i carry tissue (only if i carry a bag).
- i look over my shoulder at the atm.
- i'm terrified of, not turned on by, tila tequila.

not that i'm afraid of growing old. i welcome it.

but the article was just too funny for words!

trey's godiva gelatin

it's one of my guiltiest pleasures, and one of the easiest to make.

i'm a sucker for desserts, and this is one of my most favorite to make and devour!

ingredients:

• gelatin powder or sheet
• instant coffee powder, either caffeinated or decaf is fine, but you can also use freshly brewed coffee in place of water to make the gelatin
  
• milk, or powdered milk in whatever variant you prefer - full, skimmed, low-fat, soy
• sugar or honey, to taste
• tapioca balls (optional)
• vanilla extract (optional)

1. prepare the gelatin as it should be. directions depend on what kind of gelatin you're going to use. sheet or powder, just follow the directions in the package.

2. as soon as the gelatin melts seamlessly into the water, add the instant coffee powder. you can add the instant coffee powder before or during heating of the gelatin. if you're using freshly brewed coffee, use it in place of water. bring liquid mixture to a boil while stirring constantly, preferably with a whisk.

3. pour coffee gelatin into your mold. i suggest a flat mold. i also use ice cube trays in shapes of stars and hearts that i got from projekt, a store in parkmall. it makes for interesting display.

4. after the gelatin has cooled and firmed, you may slice it into strips with a blunt knife if you're using the flat mold or remove the gelatin shapes from the ice cube trays. you can also use cookie cutters to make shapes too.

5. prepare the milk. if you're using milk, add sugar or honey according to taste. if you're using powdered milk, add sugar to taste before mixing with water. if you're using powdered milk, add the honey after. you may also add vanilla extract at this point.

6. pour the coffee gelatin strips into the sweetened milk, and you may add tapioca balls at this point.

7. chill the mixture.

8. spoon the cold concoction into serving plates or glasses.

9. eat, sip, and enjoy.

coffee has anti-oxidants.
honey is good for the body.
milk promotes health.

and you can use freshly brewed tea instead of coffee for a different twist, which i do from time to time.

good girls go bad

one song that has been in constant replay for the past two months!

kiss me

i ran errands yesterday, and it was very hot and muggy in the downtown streets, so i took refuge at the coldness of emall.

while perusing the grocery market, i happened to see an ex-fb. one that i have never seen in ages, and it made me remember the first time we hooked up.

his name is mark. we had met years ago, while pic-link was one of the more popular online social networking and friendster was still in the start-up stage. we exchanged messages, sent each other our cellphone numbers, and we started to text.

we decided to meet up. he is tall, almost six feet tall. athletic.

we went to a local motel. mark was a good kisser, and he had no inhibitions about showing his passion. we kissed, our tongues played against and with each other as warm water coursed over our slippery bodies in the shower.

"what are you into?" i asked him while he held me in his arms and pressed me against his hardness.
mark paused from kissing my neck. "i'm open to anything."
"okay. rim me."
he looked at me. "rim?"
"yep."
"what's that?"
i was in a very QAF moment.

i smiled and said nothing. we soaped each other down, and i made sure he was thoroughly clean before we got out and headed to the bed. one thing i liked about mark was that he was not... typical.

he knelt on top of the bed and motioned me to come to him. and we kissed again, this time long and slow kisses.

"suck me. please." mark begged.

i obliged him. my mouth closed over his hard-on, and he gasped as i took it whole and leisurely. when i ran my tongue over his balls, he almost cried out.

"open your legs." i told him.
he spread his legs wide, panting and hard.
"no. wider." i grinned.
"what are you going to do to me?" his eyes were glazed from our kisses.
i didn't say anything. instead, i ran my tongue down his crack. he cried out, loudly.
"now you know what rimming is." i smiled. "get on your knees and down on all fours."

the rest of the night passed by too quickly.
we had a lot of fun, and we did a lot more than rim.
(grin)

i have to say that mark is still one of the more uninhibited guys i've been with. damn. in hindsight (no pun intended), i should've gotten his number at emall. except that he didn't see me at all since he was with his girlfriend. damn!

but all in all, our first hook-up was indeed, a very good friday on a week that most would consider holy.

yeah, i'm bad.

paparazzi

crazy about the video, obsessed with the song.