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.

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!