tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186005454738182202024-03-20T04:19:37.904+08:00trey's traptreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.comBlogger195125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-629677642791143882009-11-29T13:58:00.000+08:002009-11-29T14:00:41.024+08:00(caught in a) bad romance<object width="500" height="315"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/65eBGYvcBTw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/65eBGYvcBTw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"></embed></object>treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-89368378509988091582009-10-18T11:36:00.003+08:002009-10-18T11:52:35.099+08:00finally<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGfyFxy3jUWYr5aqkS3Ql-wSSoz6Y2Nk1jH8WrHVGDTGzKXcQsXHY7ziBqUfDSWR_e7xx-biXZE6eAdSm0zUMnFPeMQb8abzCJoN8Jv1MNBCm8jBmwYMPmQhYnUhm1uC3ih5d_hEkGlbM/s1600-h/xs00611a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGfyFxy3jUWYr5aqkS3Ql-wSSoz6Y2Nk1jH8WrHVGDTGzKXcQsXHY7ziBqUfDSWR_e7xx-biXZE6eAdSm0zUMnFPeMQb8abzCJoN8Jv1MNBCm8jBmwYMPmQhYnUhm1uC3ih5d_hEkGlbM/s320/xs00611a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393782082722588610" border="0" /></a>after months of absence, all self-imposed, i have decided to start writing again.<br /><br />i've been in so many ups and downs. mostly downs, but i've managed to stay up.<br /><br />one thing that has helped me maintain my faith is, let's just call him mr king.<br /><br />mr king and i began exchanging messages via email, then via ym, then via sms, until we met up. and we did not meet up for sex, or for friendship, but for vitamins. lol! yes, vitamins. sad, isn't it?<br /><br />from the moment i saw him, i had a huge crush already. the feelings i had were unrequited, however, and i accepted this fact without ill will. though it did make me feel a little bit unwanted though. lol!<br /><br />recently, on one of my rare reorders, we chanced to talk more and at length, as it happened that both of us were in no hurry to leave the meeting place. and i learned many things about him, and we shared so many views and preferences, which led me to like him even more. except that i had to stop myself from doing so.<br /><br />then, it so happened that we spoke about fantasies we had sexually. and it turns out that we have similar tastes in terms of fantasy and fetish preferences. i liked this, he liked it too. i like this done to me, he liked to do that too. i was the car, and he was the driver. i was excited, he got excited. and then i remembered something that stopped me in my tracks.<br /><br />i would forever remain a friend to him, yet i know that so few men like him exist.<br /><br />it was all i could do not to sigh out loud. but i did tell him that there should be a clone of him made just for me, without the gene that would make him think of me only as a friend. lol! he laughed, and again brushed it aside. ouch!<br /><br />the hours whizzed by, and soon we had to part. i left him, and i left the lighted area and walked into the wet and dark streets that sadly comforted and gently welcomed me.treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-33752833283058612282009-08-18T10:07:00.002+08:002009-08-18T11:40:58.788+08:00obsessed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihvUHC9BDNsweiwBPZmYWK4LcKE82ZFgqzdlyZSajI7B9YGAtZSWxaqhtKGy2Yy1Sjb3JpasGwz1djX1tNLTa4wwmlTw5b8v1VH-Sajcq41NcLmDjjClERSEAKJH5HzLD33lcuGH57Nec/s1600-h/BM+%2873%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihvUHC9BDNsweiwBPZmYWK4LcKE82ZFgqzdlyZSajI7B9YGAtZSWxaqhtKGy2Yy1Sjb3JpasGwz1djX1tNLTa4wwmlTw5b8v1VH-Sajcq41NcLmDjjClERSEAKJH5HzLD33lcuGH57Nec/s320/BM+%2873%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371143268512421554" border="0" /></a>masseur-crush finally did it.<br /><br />let me begin at the very start.<br /><br />it was sunday. i had planned a massage at one of my haunts days ago. and i wanted that massage because the last one i had was not as i had expected. and it would be masseur-crush who would handle me this time.<br /><br />so there i was on my stomach, naked as the day i was born except for a flimsy piece of towel covering my ass. masseur-crush came in, smiled, and began the massage.<br /><br />we've always had very wholesome - though playful - treatments, so i felt myself relax and gave up my body to his expert hands.<br /><br />"whew. it's hot here." masseur-crush commented. he took off his shirt, and he looked better than i saw him last. he smiled again when he saw me glance at him. then it was blissful wholesome massage as usual.<br /><br />suddenly, towards the end, it became playful. just like old times. hands everywhere, touching, groping, rubbing, kneading, squeezing, fondling. and without warning, his hands were between my legs. in my hazy state of arousal, i was a bit surprised.<br /><br />without a word, he continued to touch me, and then his hands slowly but deliberately ran up and down my hard-on. it excited me more, and even more so when he positioned himself on top of me. the excitement was just too much, and i came without warning and without delay - which would have been normally difficult since i'd already jerked off several times that day.<br /><br />he smiled and handed me the towel. and in my startled daze, i scrambled to give him a huge tip, even though we've never talked about rates before.<br /><br />and now i wonder. will my future massages be like that?<br /><br />i'm sure many will find it the most perfect situation. hot masseur, free extra, and good massage.<br /><br />but i'd always categorized him under wholesome. then he is no more. and then i am confused - though sated.<br /><br />i came, we saw, he conquered.treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-19287293111610553982009-08-16T10:01:00.001+08:002009-08-18T11:38:05.853+08:00the color purple<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB11NkQsU2GV20OmWjLbBg6fvQlCHH0hp0dWmgL3T7pGbCs0RAjR3hIMqi3xYbKYVi9AEEtZMe8QJEPSRZFK3VLoJ9wnhHObJHdvuQ7XPZXav9CSXc0IfYB_l9fg8MjVfez1gtq5rbZus/s1600-h/BZI+%2807%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB11NkQsU2GV20OmWjLbBg6fvQlCHH0hp0dWmgL3T7pGbCs0RAjR3hIMqi3xYbKYVi9AEEtZMe8QJEPSRZFK3VLoJ9wnhHObJHdvuQ7XPZXav9CSXc0IfYB_l9fg8MjVfez1gtq5rbZus/s320/BZI+%2807%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371142918989652226" border="0" /></a>apparently, purple is the in color for the country - when it should've been in two years ago.<br /><br />ugh.<br /><br />what's new?treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-78489852658324014512009-08-15T10:05:00.001+08:002009-08-18T11:42:59.002+08:00call me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiytionRPZiGjfExNqUa4h5BDHYN3GsJAzyOw45zBbnyY5A0YQ7ewp59NFqlg9nsJpRLy1baemLZFHvmX0HlxYMNm84Ggrg95ILHJmFDUKogN3bO0QTS9-XSzwjh_rVH9fVfQkYurJM9iM/s1600-h/BN+%2868%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiytionRPZiGjfExNqUa4h5BDHYN3GsJAzyOw45zBbnyY5A0YQ7ewp59NFqlg9nsJpRLy1baemLZFHvmX0HlxYMNm84Ggrg95ILHJmFDUKogN3bO0QTS9-XSzwjh_rVH9fVfQkYurJM9iM/s320/BN+%2868%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371144129741277250" border="0" /></a>because i got a new phone.<br /><br />the sony ericsson t700. i've been salivating over this phone for ages, though i was very happy with my nokia 6300.<br /><br />though there are more high-end models out there, i really don't believe in paying for something so expensive that depreciates quickly due to its technology. and i always prefer bar-type phones over clamshells and sliding phones.<br /><br />that was what made me buy nokia 6300.<br /><br />a few months later, i saw the sony ericsson t700.<br /><br />a year later, i got it because of a three-thousand peso discount.<br /><br />each brand has its own pros and cons, but i have no regrets at all.<br /><br />i love my new phone.treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-13303134927329577592009-08-06T10:03:00.002+08:002009-08-18T11:42:03.231+08:00noel, noel, noel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5e9UMtnDFteXDaVlW5dWb2oyCZFMOEWWJysJFVXK9AcNNKQ5tcchZqqExBksXgGaV3UzOiE7ttiTF24dYeWSdzJKezwhXEgV8T2J5Zq4D9dGBCkG2hgq9DSuUUqi0_mMpWr5mRpjOoUQ/s1600-h/BZG+%2863%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5e9UMtnDFteXDaVlW5dWb2oyCZFMOEWWJysJFVXK9AcNNKQ5tcchZqqExBksXgGaV3UzOiE7ttiTF24dYeWSdzJKezwhXEgV8T2J5Zq4D9dGBCkG2hgq9DSuUUqi0_mMpWr5mRpjOoUQ/s320/BZG+%2863%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371143913781742146" border="0" /></a>let's call him noel. i don't know what his real name is. it was a case of mistaken identity, and i tried noel for the first time per bubz's suggestion. and honestly, i was curious too. i mean, i want to try who is good and bad at wholesome massage.<br /><br />noel is good at soft massage. quite good. and i normally don't go for soft massages. and then his fingers suddenly got brave and explored places and things that wholesome massages don't.<br /><br />i opened my eyes in shock and pleasure.<br /><br />his fingers just felt so good. and soon, his pants were undone, his cock was out, and he was jacking me off.<br /><br />i came, i saw, i conquered.treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-30813779414712354082009-07-27T09:05:00.004+08:002009-07-27T09:43:07.380+08:00manjam<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz_VksTwbi9TzHPLUoeO6V5lAs9cz7S9xoxUKAc43Ligd9se_T7-IHLIlThb2vtgUWd_gJvA_NNGQ7WIB8-yye399-j0uxoM8AMJaQJWZUnMlqNb2p104P8EWGJyB1ab5f0hL9ZSODq24/s1600-h/BA+%2823%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz_VksTwbi9TzHPLUoeO6V5lAs9cz7S9xoxUKAc43Ligd9se_T7-IHLIlThb2vtgUWd_gJvA_NNGQ7WIB8-yye399-j0uxoM8AMJaQJWZUnMlqNb2p104P8EWGJyB1ab5f0hL9ZSODq24/s320/BA+%2823%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362949175657326898" border="0" /></a>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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />i guess that it just proves that, regardless of the sites, questions and demands of moronic proportions persist. and here are some of them:<br /><br />top or bottom?<br />answer i'd like to write: it's in my profile, you lazy illiterate fucktard.<br />answer i gave: it's in my profile.<br /><br />pics.<br />answer i'd like to write: if i had more, they'd be there, wouldn't they?<br />answer i gave: none, sorry.<br /><br />friendster.<br />answer i'd like to write: then why the hell are you in manjam?<br />answer i gave: none, sorry.<br /><br />game?<br />answer i'd like to write: card, online, or word?<br />answer i gave: for what?<br /><br />sup?<br />answer i'd like to write: 7, surf's, bottoms<br />answer i gave: hello too.<br /><br />email?<br />answer i'd like to write: whose?<br />answer i gave: what?<br /><br />discreet?<br />answer i'd like to write: shhh.<br />answer i gave: what?<br /><br />i guess i really am too sarcastic, but at least i've kept it in check now.<br /><br />thank you, Lord.treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-90768060716396220322009-07-26T09:47:00.002+08:002009-07-26T09:49:13.212+08:00Jill and Kevin<object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CEh3Z56v8UQ&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CEh3Z56v8UQ&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object><br /><br />AM SO TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH THIS VIDEO!!!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-78926711882565167162009-07-25T09:07:00.001+08:002009-07-26T09:08:15.591+08:00time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8iBDdFm78xaDUb5UQDJ7oJhU9d-CUBVPf79KMZMj37BgrB1pzxuJVLam9_iN-vnRt-41entzz8cgg1QVNtr-VbgQN1bKhwsMH3biksoeSqm6OjO4NrjHE1IKgqaYbbb-IzCXVgKiLOlE/s1600-h/BC+%2809%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8iBDdFm78xaDUb5UQDJ7oJhU9d-CUBVPf79KMZMj37BgrB1pzxuJVLam9_iN-vnRt-41entzz8cgg1QVNtr-VbgQN1bKhwsMH3biksoeSqm6OjO4NrjHE1IKgqaYbbb-IzCXVgKiLOlE/s320/BC+%2809%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362569240050263794" border="0" /></a>vegging out today.<br /><br />i was planning to go out but then laziness took over and here i am, mindlessly flipping through channels.<br /><br />let's see what's on.<br /><br />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.<br />graphic novels. comic-con. good lord. i am drooling!<br />sandman. my god i love that series.<br /><br />hm. shark. i love the tall black guy. hot.<br /><br />ftv. french coutoure. interesting.<br /><br />cnn. news. where is anderson cooper?<br /><br />velvet is showing hair shoppe. queen latifah. and years later, she'd be on hairspray. coincidence?<br /><br />the nanny is on. campy. nasal. zingers.<br /><br />frasier. god. i love the series.<br /><br />food network.<br /><br />hbo. some boring movie.<br /><br />cinemax. another boring movie.<br /><br />star movies. ice age trailer. even more boring.<br /><br />what do you know? it's six pm already.treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-56247797996418759692009-07-21T08:50:00.004+08:002009-07-27T09:49:28.056+08:00short story - elsa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv4KcREKfGlzJqky7c-q4-V-u_DtIWads3Gqdp782ZySjwHK3cXAIry3jM1O5a-BaNptu8vfu-mi7VJWAmwydtg69w9B-sc0cRsk68sOJw14KQ_27TuIBduJYYAHb3j8NgwoaxPVLrpRs/s1600-h/BE+%2876%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv4KcREKfGlzJqky7c-q4-V-u_DtIWads3Gqdp782ZySjwHK3cXAIry3jM1O5a-BaNptu8vfu-mi7VJWAmwydtg69w9B-sc0cRsk68sOJw14KQ_27TuIBduJYYAHb3j8NgwoaxPVLrpRs/s320/BE+%2876%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360730741356883186" border="0" /></a>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.<br /><br />*****<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">The girl awoke from her dream. It was a strange dream, filled with people and languages she didn't understand.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I need to go out, she mused. It’s time.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">She had to take a life to start hers.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">It can’t be, Elsa despaired.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">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.</span>treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-41757175767137776032009-07-15T09:28:00.000+08:002009-07-15T09:28:00.488+08:00the second time around<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIVzZB7tEeHuhDW3Ao_S0n0fiFchb-Pg6CnsnrC8jk1u6iyGv93tO_1yF8Db5JYOZpFzAom737YvfRFzRtddeWz4VLfiAbcqHm_LLVeDv8fIJyJMIEIBxxfHc2TWZp2aIiY_AB2m0fS9o/s1600-h/BZD+%2840%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIVzZB7tEeHuhDW3Ao_S0n0fiFchb-Pg6CnsnrC8jk1u6iyGv93tO_1yF8Db5JYOZpFzAom737YvfRFzRtddeWz4VLfiAbcqHm_LLVeDv8fIJyJMIEIBxxfHc2TWZp2aIiY_AB2m0fS9o/s320/BZD+%2840%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357792900761047218" border="0" /></a>my newest fave from lady gaga.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />one of the most surprising songs from lady gaga, and it's on constant replay.treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-5243065052912765012009-07-14T09:24:00.002+08:002009-07-14T09:24:00.100+08:00hero<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOd2oSk_b990Ysh_DIYjqjAkAD1EdC_qmREasQz5kjv3AI0gAwcS1MmyLJF0zr54any-pBlOs0Eu7J31djxAqKua65-mj8cgbSumcHuHVr0MWhaq27X3NvwUCSyyEK-daxANsJUlqJG14/s1600-h/ZQ+%2820%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOd2oSk_b990Ysh_DIYjqjAkAD1EdC_qmREasQz5kjv3AI0gAwcS1MmyLJF0zr54any-pBlOs0Eu7J31djxAqKua65-mj8cgbSumcHuHVr0MWhaq27X3NvwUCSyyEK-daxANsJUlqJG14/s320/ZQ+%2820%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357792565818919650" border="0" /></a>ever since his appearance as sylar on 'heroes', i've always had a thing for zac quinto.<br /><br />tall, lanky, and beautiful, he plays one of the baddest villains in the series.<br /><br />guess i'm a sucker for bad boys.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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?<br /><br />xoxo,<br />trey aka mrs zac quintotreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-12653882361535462422009-07-13T09:23:00.001+08:002009-07-13T12:11:11.499+08:00fields of gold<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizup7vT5JU6L_enBW_CgMyEk_8uk_UqB1iorXj0KkG7gyyWtYbGFWqcho00Q-cwFIEM5uB9g826vw-zYkcflJHKHBqxPivQfnSgX65vb4QIo05QSwZZOzutN-WUoA2Dhs-7kGmlP3zSPI/s1600-h/BA+%2812%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizup7vT5JU6L_enBW_CgMyEk_8uk_UqB1iorXj0KkG7gyyWtYbGFWqcho00Q-cwFIEM5uB9g826vw-zYkcflJHKHBqxPivQfnSgX65vb4QIo05QSwZZOzutN-WUoA2Dhs-7kGmlP3zSPI/s320/BA+%2812%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357792114766359458" border="0" /></a>i've got grandpa syndrome.<br /><br />while reading a back issue of details, i chanced upon the article, and it sort of amused and horrified me.<br /><br />several indicators i think, matched me up to the syndrome, which i totally find hilarious.<br /><br />- i find most bars too noisy.<br />- i sometimes talk excitedly about what a good deal i got on a purchase.<br />- i carry tissue (only if i carry a bag).<br />- i look over my shoulder at the atm.<br />- i'm terrified of, not turned on by, tila tequila.<br /><br />not that i'm afraid of growing old. i welcome it.<br /><br />but the article was just too funny for words!treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-51012955551018009692009-07-11T08:24:00.003+08:002009-07-11T08:24:00.355+08:00trey's godiva gelatin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNJLIL1Ka_SDQ5dQAP-AEdBkrdTLaatuF5zPaOi8cmaq2SlgO4P77WBEhJHKx1ez7L4H8h_6yQQAlHNTffKzqstm4VtattW71cdhOC7VnhEXxJs1QBBSjuj91rXPKhotXwyurpCfVZ7nQ/s1600-h/00BG+%28149%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNJLIL1Ka_SDQ5dQAP-AEdBkrdTLaatuF5zPaOi8cmaq2SlgO4P77WBEhJHKx1ez7L4H8h_6yQQAlHNTffKzqstm4VtattW71cdhOC7VnhEXxJs1QBBSjuj91rXPKhotXwyurpCfVZ7nQ/s320/00BG+%28149%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356650215805363346" border="0" /></a>it's one of my guiltiest pleasures, and one of the easiest to make.<br /><br />i'm a sucker for desserts, and this is one of my most favorite to make and devour!<br /><br />ingredients:<br /><ul><li>gelatin powder or sheet</li><li>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<br /></li><li>milk, or powdered milk in whatever variant you prefer - full, skimmed, low-fat, soy</li><li>sugar or honey, to taste</li><li>tapioca balls (optional)</li><li>vanilla extract (optional)</li></ul>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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />6. pour the coffee gelatin strips into the sweetened milk, and you may add tapioca balls at this point.<br /><br />7. chill the mixture.<br /><br />8. spoon the cold concoction into serving plates or glasses.<br /><br />9. eat, sip, and enjoy.<br /><br />coffee has anti-oxidants.<br />honey is good for the body.<br />milk promotes health.<br /><br />and you can use freshly brewed tea instead of coffee for a different twist, which i do from time to time.treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-62846862872844753202009-07-09T08:08:00.001+08:002009-07-10T10:26:58.272+08:00good girls go bad<object width="410" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGqUYuMuGPQ&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGqUYuMuGPQ&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"></embed></object><br /><br />one song that has been in constant replay for the past two months!treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-67563780352407775852009-07-09T07:14:00.001+08:002009-07-10T10:17:22.686+08:00kiss me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqANe0n7mzXI0ZhzGtwKRD4Xn5sgR9_GCO3J9L5VOSiz97fpcPGyisHOy5GQD35by7tlCtpoSVnl4b1u1L8RU2oH72LGZD4jb7m_6GlCCHw1WN6o_AWAAfZx-7al6929Gypti02ZOUO_M/s1600-h/BX+%2896%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqANe0n7mzXI0ZhzGtwKRD4Xn5sgR9_GCO3J9L5VOSiz97fpcPGyisHOy5GQD35by7tlCtpoSVnl4b1u1L8RU2oH72LGZD4jb7m_6GlCCHw1WN6o_AWAAfZx-7al6929Gypti02ZOUO_M/s320/BX+%2896%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356649746148365906" border="0" /></a>i ran errands yesterday, and it was very hot and muggy in the downtown streets, so i took refuge at the coldness of emall.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />we decided to meet up. he is tall, almost six feet tall. athletic.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />"what are you into?" i asked him while he held me in his arms and pressed me against his hardness.<br />mark paused from kissing my neck. "i'm open to anything."<br />"okay. rim me."<br />he looked at me. "rim?"<br />"yep."<br />"what's that?"<br />i was in a very QAF moment.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />he knelt on top of the bed and motioned me to come to him. and we kissed again, this time long and slow kisses.<br /><br />"suck me. please." mark begged.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />"open your legs." i told him.<br />he spread his legs wide, panting and hard.<br />"no. wider." i grinned.<br />"what are you going to do to me?" his eyes were glazed from our kisses.<br />i didn't say anything. instead, i ran my tongue down his crack. he cried out, loudly.<br />"now you know what rimming is." i smiled. "get on your knees and down on all fours."<br /><br />the rest of the night passed by too quickly.<br />we had a lot of fun, and we did a lot more than rim.<br />(grin)<br /><br />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!<br /><br />but all in all, our first hook-up was indeed, a very good friday on a week that most would consider holy.<br /><br />yeah, i'm bad.treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-29593413220412642762009-07-07T08:08:00.003+08:002009-07-10T10:27:07.816+08:00paparazzi<object width="410" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUlvYXgabwI&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUlvYXgabwI&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"></embed></object><br /><br />crazy about the video, obsessed with the song.treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-1731696069294692512009-06-30T07:27:00.001+08:002009-06-30T07:27:01.111+08:00hungry like the wolf<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1mXMrEGO3qCw8EWFZ_fBmSEyFrFD_rhyJGtBV_VPT-cSIwAuirywy8j_eBGEgZdCXh6MfCneZPTHmu4FY951lR-PxwGDLD1Df5mKPlcovkr49uEw0aMkhXs-wJVinWCQU60en3erxoU/s1600-h/BB+%2820%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1mXMrEGO3qCw8EWFZ_fBmSEyFrFD_rhyJGtBV_VPT-cSIwAuirywy8j_eBGEgZdCXh6MfCneZPTHmu4FY951lR-PxwGDLD1Df5mKPlcovkr49uEw0aMkhXs-wJVinWCQU60en3erxoU/s320/BB+%2820%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352186264412130594" border="0" /></a>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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />so, for the meantime, i still long for mt.treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-74120161763379173452009-06-29T07:26:00.001+08:002009-06-29T07:26:00.466+08:00til we meet again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheou8crMmlCWoY8EBuYHPbuiJxjG1v7UwpiSt4dxMY67vo3e_7bxULmTqhZT5SphoLFg_ZUZ-5PXx957pqQMvTGQW_SyOrDfHVKM6xSwzlUYgfJVnb4apGJ9av5d-47wY67sj6X3dvbs4/s1600-h/BB+%2817%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheou8crMmlCWoY8EBuYHPbuiJxjG1v7UwpiSt4dxMY67vo3e_7bxULmTqhZT5SphoLFg_ZUZ-5PXx957pqQMvTGQW_SyOrDfHVKM6xSwzlUYgfJVnb4apGJ9av5d-47wY67sj6X3dvbs4/s320/BB+%2817%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352185986492611474" border="0" /></a>a few days ago, i was with rm, introduced by a mutual friend.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />it was more like a shuffling of the feet to an awkward beat that soon ended on a low note.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />though he was hot, he was not mt.<br /><br />i still crave for mt.<br /><br />so it was over for rm.treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-4609739277132888442009-06-28T07:27:00.002+08:002009-06-28T09:38:33.846+08:00without you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjohZ03h6SZ6Kzc6Q8Ly5K4Euo-usdLN2-2Nbl9AfC2_Qqo6QUG2q9VdnechVJwkIQW7vMJuyq_NB3gbRiFd-gefnXoCm6oez4l3Ebyk8wk1H-hHaK0Q3Z4Hv-eWuwhMN9SOTjEFVFF-28/s1600-h/00BC+%2884%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjohZ03h6SZ6Kzc6Q8Ly5K4Euo-usdLN2-2Nbl9AfC2_Qqo6QUG2q9VdnechVJwkIQW7vMJuyq_NB3gbRiFd-gefnXoCm6oez4l3Ebyk8wk1H-hHaK0Q3Z4Hv-eWuwhMN9SOTjEFVFF-28/s320/00BC+%2884%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352186553749728578" border="0" /></a>i think it's time to post about mt.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />"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.<br /><br />yet we've never gone past anything farther than touching.<br /><br />strange, isn't it? it has been over a year since we've been together. two years even, i think.<br /><br />he's been busy working as a personal trainer.<br /><br />oh, how i miss him.treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-21823591946998324152009-06-27T19:24:00.000+08:002009-06-28T09:34:27.710+08:00strange stories, amazing facts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU8Tvil5kY2KXpPdV0vbESwJHszpsMHdKYUt0a4hZ9U9YBdNOGP7v3JOCe-OgXcJiRnngI_57Tv6vE1EH4ghbXhseDb69skPh1HX76gMp7LfJrZuLaQhBDEx-f3veQakMlWfXfWoOMln4/s1600-h/BA+%2896%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU8Tvil5kY2KXpPdV0vbESwJHszpsMHdKYUt0a4hZ9U9YBdNOGP7v3JOCe-OgXcJiRnngI_57Tv6vE1EH4ghbXhseDb69skPh1HX76gMp7LfJrZuLaQhBDEx-f3veQakMlWfXfWoOMln4/s320/BA+%2896%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352185726888351954" border="0" /></a>almost a month without posts.<br /><br />i've been a little busy, catching up on my sleep. i haven't even checked my usual online haunts.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />being pinoy, we are all used to everyone we know having at least one supernatural story.<br /><br />i have several.<br /><br />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 <span style="font-style: italic;">tambis</span> 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />and this is just one of the several strange things that continue to happen to me.<br /><br />the rest will be in other posts.treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-18445711325080411502009-05-30T11:04:00.003+08:002009-05-30T11:19:37.098+08:00going gaga for lady gaga<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCBQWVIRpl7ezJx66vsc-HbKAC33awE0vEmxqAGhs9s5oM21kX1bSJKlxa4qct7LNxXdaTd2kc4EaNrqoAhrnMjMWDrT69h6W8dAZMT-3rhuD-irC4cOIdp-ybP8iJvpk8ngceMxVSN0/s1600-h/196200718_2810634.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCBQWVIRpl7ezJx66vsc-HbKAC33awE0vEmxqAGhs9s5oM21kX1bSJKlxa4qct7LNxXdaTd2kc4EaNrqoAhrnMjMWDrT69h6W8dAZMT-3rhuD-irC4cOIdp-ybP8iJvpk8ngceMxVSN0/s320/196200718_2810634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341448557301284114" border="0" /></a>oh my effing god.<br /><br />lady gaga's paparazzi video is out now.<br /><br />i've had this song in my head for forever!<br /><br />and <a href="http://perezhilton.com/tv/index.php?ptvid=5730eeea6baac">the video</a> does not disappoint!<br /><br />thank you GOD!treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-68480433732637504592009-05-27T10:49:00.002+08:002009-05-27T10:49:00.620+08:00dove<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8pq-ikp_djULK76cbWc0vMtg4rJMOZDldR4y2FvVWD9cPl1FnU7ch4ZlnmpRMJOBOzHlDeYJl2Vcoj8D5yPFbFrN-y3wYka9RPKdcrd89IQTdB9laKqxtn9SYBjCjInTivD-k_CpTpzI/s1600-h/000+BC+%2868%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8pq-ikp_djULK76cbWc0vMtg4rJMOZDldR4y2FvVWD9cPl1FnU7ch4ZlnmpRMJOBOzHlDeYJl2Vcoj8D5yPFbFrN-y3wYka9RPKdcrd89IQTdB9laKqxtn9SYBjCjInTivD-k_CpTpzI/s320/000+BC+%2868%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339605489195404642" border="0" /></a>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.<br /><br />and then i found out that dove also had a buy-three-free-one bar deal for their original cream bar.<br /><br />someone definitely broke the bank that day.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />who knows? that whole dove unisex campaign might take on a life of its own.treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-82961620673813718322009-05-26T09:10:00.004+08:002009-05-26T09:10:01.456+08:00heal the world<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEw-8dcCCLSxRFmJ5gMpLRPAKhDOLL7uQBqEQR98eKsQ6O-1EfVuXXVWlgvwuJIFwIsQf1mGIWLDnhDbcHb8KOWPQPL5eeR4vLUk71qWl7Hp_CQl5XRCRKhfpzV6oaYu7OxJfmoPPWdVY/s1600-h/000+BD+%2899%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEw-8dcCCLSxRFmJ5gMpLRPAKhDOLL7uQBqEQR98eKsQ6O-1EfVuXXVWlgvwuJIFwIsQf1mGIWLDnhDbcHb8KOWPQPL5eeR4vLUk71qWl7Hp_CQl5XRCRKhfpzV6oaYu7OxJfmoPPWdVY/s320/000+BD+%2899%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339600281415097010" border="0" /></a>i've recently succumbed to one of the most dreaded addictions ever: gardening.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />maybe it <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> 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.<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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!<br /><br />all the grayness and the mechanical noises around me in this concrete jungle of the city can make me a little too tense.<br /><br />thank god for plants!treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618600545473818220.post-54873127158295003912009-05-25T10:50:00.002+08:002009-05-25T11:55:55.355+08:00budbud kabog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwRWLdQmM-f4WDhsjVkR113wM6s8qB-78RCm45wP73sh37q9MhA6GdFr5hbsDSA9dBSVpOMjikz2jhTKusQ0jZ4fEerWMrE7ECKN46m8LrwqaUyHTwvy6t0nXnQQa2an50aMt78TfuGU/s1600-h/000+BZF+%2822%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwRWLdQmM-f4WDhsjVkR113wM6s8qB-78RCm45wP73sh37q9MhA6GdFr5hbsDSA9dBSVpOMjikz2jhTKusQ0jZ4fEerWMrE7ECKN46m8LrwqaUyHTwvy6t0nXnQQa2an50aMt78TfuGU/s320/000+BZF+%2822%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339600650970797090" border="0" /></a>just enjoying this scrumptious treat from tuburan.<br /><br />(super happy mode)treyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14694097727756840004noreply@blogger.com0