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Monday, September 15, 2003
i used to plan my work ahead of time;
i used to be an activist of my own;
i used to be a party animal;
i used to be very vindictive;
i used to be always horny;
i used to be so stupid;
i used to be couch potato;
i used to be Sheryl-Romnick fanatic;
i used to be a daydreamer;
i used to be ...
i used to be ...
i used to be ...
i used to be ...
i used to be ...
i used to be ...
i used to be ...
i used to be ...
i used to be ...
i used to be ...
i used to be ...
i used to be ...
i used to be ...
i used to be ...
i used to be ...
i used to be ...
i used to believe in fairytales...
i used to be in love with you
..and still am...
...but where are you?
Posted at Monday, September 15, 2003 by wideyeshut
Saturday, September 13, 2003
Show me the meaning of being lonely
SHOW ME THE MEANING
OF BEING LONELY
by Backstreet Boys Intro:
F#m D E
Show me the meaning of being lonely
F#m-D-E Verse 1:
F#m D E
So many words for the broken heart
F#m D E
It's hard to see in a crimson love
E D C#
So hard to breathe Walk with me, and maybe
F#m D E
Nights of light so soon become
F#m D E
Wild and free I could feel the sun
E D C#
Your every wish will be done They tell me... CHORUS:
F#m D E
Show me the meaning of being lonely
F#m D E
Is this the feeling I need to walk with
A C# F#m
Tell me why I can't be there where you are
D E
There's something missing in my heart *F#m-D-E* Verse 2: (chords: see verse 1)
Life goes on as it never ends
Eyes of stone observe the trends
They never say forever gaze
Guilty roads to an endless love
There's no control
Are you with me now
Your every wish will be done
They tell me CHORUS
(same as before, except:)
D E G#m
There's something missing in my heart Bridge:
G#m E
There's nowhere to run
F# G#m
I have no place to go
E F# B
Surrender my heart, body and soul
Eb
How can it be you're asking me to feel
G#m
the things you never show E-F#m-G#m-E-F#m
(Ooooh....) *G#m-E-F#-G#m-F#-E* E F# B Eb G#m
You are missing in my heart
E F# G#m
Tell me why I can't be there where you are CHORUS:
G#m E F#
Show me the meaning of being lonely
G#m E F#
Is this the feeling I need to walk with
B Eb G#m
Tell me why I can't be there where you are
E F# G#m
There's something missing in my heart
Posted at Saturday, September 13, 2003 by wideyeshut
Friday, September 12, 2003
Today...
I just want to cry.
I don't know why.
I'm just too shy.
To tell you why.
Haaayyyy...
Posted at Friday, September 12, 2003 by wideyeshut
Thursday, September 11, 2003
Moon Cakes for Mid-Autumn Festival
Moon Cakes: Eat a morsel of it, shout "Diana" (goddess of the moon) at the top of your lungs and fly to the moon.
Today, China celebrates its Mid-Autumn Festival. They also call it as Moon Festival. Here are some interesting and legendary stories for the Moon Festival.
1) The Lady - Chang Er
The date of this story is around 2170 B.C. The earth once had ten suns circling over it, each took its turn to illuminate to the earth. But one day all ten suns appeared together, scorching the earth with their heat. The earth was saved by a strong and tyrannical archer Hou Yi. He succeeded in shooting down nine of the suns. One day, Hou Yi stole the elixir of life from a goddess. However his beautiful wife Chang Er drank the elixir of life in order to save the people from her husband's tyrannical rule. After drinking it, she found herself floating and flew to the moon. Hou Yi loved his divinely beautiful wife so much, he didn't shoot down the moon.
2) The Man - Wu Kang
Wu Kang was a shiftless fellow who changed apprenticeships all the time. One day he decided that he wanted to be an immortal. Wu Kang then went to live in the mountains where he importuned an immortal to teach him. First the immortal taught him about the herbs used to cure sickness, but after three days his characteristic restlessness returned and he asked the immortal to teach him something else. So the immortal to teach him chess, but after a short while Wu Kang's enthusiasm again waned. Then Wu Kang was given the books of immortality to study. Of course, Wu Kang became bored within a few days, and asked if they could travel to some new and exciting place. Angered with Wu Kang's impatience, the master banished Wu Kang to the Moon Palace telling him that he must cut down a huge cassia tree before he could return to earth. Though Wu Kang chopped day and night, the magical tree restored itself with each blow, and thus he is up there chopping still.
3) The Hare - Jade Rabbit
In this legend, three fairy sages transformed themselves into pitiful old men and begged for something to eat from a fox, a monkey and a rabbit. The fox and the monkey both had food to give to the old men, but the rabbit, empty-handed, offered his own flesh instead, jumping into a blazing fire to cook himself. The sages were so touched by the rabbit's sacrifice that they let him live in the Moon Palace where he became the "Jade Rabbit."
4) The Cake - Moon Cake
During the Yuan dynasty (A.D.1280-1368) China was ruled by the Mongolian people. Leaders from the preceding Sung dynasty (A.D.960-1280) were unhappy at submitting to foreign rule, and set how to coordinate the rebellion without it being discovered. The leaders of the rebellion, knowing that the Moon Festival was drawing near, ordered the making of special cakes. Backed into each moon cake was a message with the outline of the attack. On the night of the Moon Festival, the rebels successfully attacked and overthrew the government. What followed was the establishment of the Ming dynasty (A.D. 1368-1644). Today, moon cakes are eaten to commemorate this legend. Posted at Thursday, September 11, 2003 by wideyeshut
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
i got an email from a gay friend, who, for the 2nd time, tried to kill himself by slashing his wrist. it's all because of his man whom he loved two years ago (that's too long ago already!) and he never learned to let go of that fucking hormone. i'm already tired of giving him a sound advice and i could not think anymore of anything that could challenge him to get away from that guy with a funky punk (his words, not mine!).
this is what i wrote to him:
don't be forever trapped in his smell or his image or his sweaty body that you always complained about; don't try to always imagine the fleeting touches that he gave you in exchange for something that lowered the digits in your bank account; don't go to familiar places and don't play familiar sounds that help you remember the beds you turned upside down and the (fake) moans that you both grasped.
it's an illusion to believe that there is such thing as forever. forever can only be found in books, movies and songs. marami nyan sa kantang pinoy at kahit sa mga soap operas. it's an illusion to live a life refusing to let go on what "had beens." It's an illusion to keep on holding on when you know that you are powerless and heaven and earth are against you. it's an illusion to relive the feelings when it's not anymore reciprocated by someone who finds comfort at the woman he finds perfect at the moment. it's an illusion that things will end the way we would want it to be even if we know deep inside that what we only have is hope--and that hope is a chance too vague to happen.
stop the illusion! sabi ko nga kay knox, if you will not let go of the virus of your past, you won't be the man (or the woman) you want to become.
it doesn't mean that because he left you, you have to stop loving.
gagah ka na, ilusyonada pa!
give yourself another chance. look again. sign up for a blog.
maghanap ka! maraming matitinong lalaki dito sa blogdrive.
... and not only that!
...they got something between their ears.
...and between their legs, too.
CAN YOU AFFORD TO LOSE THAT? Posted at Wednesday, September 10, 2003 by wideyeshut
Tuesday, September 09, 2003
Posted at Tuesday, September 09, 2003 by wideyeshut
Monday, September 08, 2003
Looking forward to see the horse
WARNING: Due to sexual contents, conservative creatures, catholic school girls and homophobics are not welcome to read this highly and sexually arousing article. (Exaggerations are intended, of course.)
"Ba't naging bakla ka, wala ka namang pera."
I hate those words. I heard it once. I really didn't have the money that time because I never expected he'll do "it" for bucks. Though most men do sex with people like us for money, I'm still lucky that most of the men I have sex with never asked me for it. (Don't ask me why. I don't intend to make a long list and do a reminiscing.)
One night when a sexual urge was unstoppable and a hunk in front of me in bar was sort of flirting (or so I thought) me, I approached and started a conversation. In a wink of an eye (to make the story shorter), I found myself wrapped in his arms and legs-- moaning, swearing, perspiring and biting. When the hour of deliverance came into full force, we both gasping our breath and smelling the sweetness of the nectar.
After conquering heaven and earth, he told me that his services were not free. Hell! What services was he talking about? We never talked about bucks in the first place. I refused and he argued. That's when I heared those quoted words above.
Afraid of scandal and media coverage, I decided to pay for his "services." Don't get me wrong. He's not a callboy really. He just happen to be a good sport in my sinful bed.
A minute after, he called someone on his cellphone and we sat in my bed for thirty minutes more when we heard a honk outside the gate. It's his driver! And off we went to an ATM machine. Hinatid niya ako pagkatapos.
What a night! I could not believe that I ended up paying for a small penis! I was fuming with hatred to what he did to me and promised myself to be extra careful next time. I felt that he got me screwed up.
Really!
In this small world, people may come and go, but when you see someone familiar who caused you a heartache or hate, the past becomes a fresh memory that easily pricks your "devilish personality" to do something sweet for a revenge.
I saw him again one day. I just smiled to him wryly but he got the guts to approach me with my circle (actually, only 3) of beautiful and sexy girl friends who were wearing fabulous spaghetti-strap blouses that reveal their "gifts" hanging on to their dear life.
After the usual introductions, I asked him in front of my single lady friends, "How's your small dick?"
Call me tactless or brutally frank, but he was really taken aback and did not utter a word. I got my sweet revenge, I thought. When he called me up that evening, he was the one who was very angry and he finally decided to return the money I paid for him. The next day, he was knocking on my door with a single pink rose he picked from somewhere. We became friends since then. The next thing I know, I got free caterpillar and ferris wheel rides to eternity.
Know what?
A while ago, I got an international long distance call. It's him! The good news is, he's taking some pills for penis enlargement (for two hundred dollars, including shipment)!
Wow!
I'm looking forward to see the horse.
Posted at Monday, September 08, 2003 by wideyeshut
Sunday, September 07, 2003
 
Men's undies may not be a big issue for some creatures. Girl, if you see your man only in his undies, an unexplainable desire surges up to a level hotter than last summer's heat wave. I believe that undies alone can turn on someone's sexual fantasy. White undies turn me on easily. I found men dirty when their "thingy" is wrapped in blue, red and green cloth no matter how skimpy it is. Grey and black are better for me.
A sexy undies even have a psychological effect to the wearer. Once, I wore my thong and the whole day long, I feel so sexy and confident about my self. For what is in our undies that makes us sexier and powerful? I told this to my lady , gay, bisexual and straight friends and they tried it themselves, too. Most of them said that they feel such dominance over other creatures about their sexuality. They feel sexy inside that radiates to their outside countenance. Few of my friends said they don't feel like wearing a sexy underwear like thong because the spaghetti-like strap between their butt bothers them a lot which lose their poise when walking. I have straight male friends,too, talking about how they like wearing women's undies. I find it odd but it's a cool thing to them. Anyway, they're married men swapping undies with their wife.
Boxers and briefs are the most common undies of men. In fact, I like the former because I like the shape of my virgin butt when wearing them. I would spend longer time turning around in front of the mirror and the love of self is so intense that I would sometimes think of fucking myself. Hahahahahahaha.... I feel like a Sports Illustrated cover girl undiscovered. (Down your eyebrows, please!) I wear briefs only when I'm at home. Most of my undies are in white for they make me clean, virgin, and immaculate. Posted at Sunday, September 07, 2003 by wideyeshut
Thursday, September 04, 2003
 
I had a DVD marathon of "Sex and the City" summer episodes when I heard Samantha, one of the characters, commented to Carrie Bradshaw who found out a thousand of dollars in her bedside after sleeping with an Italian architect.
She said, "Money is power; Sex is power. Therefore, it's simply an exchange of power."
"Exactly!" I blurted out before any of her three friends could say something. But what is really in sex and money that they seem to be powerful that every mortal could not live without the other? I don't believe that no man can live without sex.
You tell me that the priests and the nuns are virgins? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!! Don't make me laugh! Tell it to the marines, a--hole!
While most people make money as both their intrinsic and extrinsic motivation, others make sex as a hobby or a habit. The latter's cool, isn't it? I mean, having sex with different men is just having ice cream in different flavors. Look, you might not agree with the comparison but our sex life could be so monotous and boring with repeated pumpings, 69s, butterflies, helicopters, dog styles, bicycles, and etc... all---with the same man. I am not a sexpert but I am a sexual person which everybody is. If you are not, then there's something wrong with your dick or your pussy.
It have lived to the indubitable fact that money and sex are important but doesn't mean they are synonymous. But, getting money in exchange for sex is a profession. I consider that all jobs that earn money is a profession be it a low or high profile. For how did one writer coined the phrase "blow job" if it was not for money or just a plain profession?
I could understand why people can freely talk about money but couldn't deliberately mum about sex. I believe that it's not because the latter is "for adults" and the former is for "general patronage" but because we REFUSE to understand our sexual nature. When someone is blatant about his sexuality and sexual escapades, more eyebrows are raised than showing a smile and ask, "what about it?"
I believe that sex is not a private nub. Because if it is, some people must have born with the absence of his/her sexual nature. We can see one's sexual nature everyday but we pretend to be so damn about it. For how could one not be attracted to someone without his sexual nature? For how could one not agree to have sex without the glittering embers of money? And for how could one not indulge in sex and not feel the power of his sexuality? I, for one, believe, that for someone to feel the pinnacle of his sexual competence is to delight himself in the realm called bed (or anywhere?). Of course, indulging in a wild passion that make two birds fly with one pair of wings.
Money and sex are two different worlds; but they are bestfriends who offer the best of both worlds. Therefore, it's simply an exchange pleasure!
Posted at Thursday, September 04, 2003 by wideyeshut
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
Last Monday was the first day of our Fall Semester 2003-2004.
It's also my last term in this fucking school. (Yeheeyyy!!!)
My contract ends in January 15, 2004, 5 days before my birthday! (Gosh! I'm getting "younger.")
Even if it's still 5 months to go, I'm already looking for my next university, maybe, in Yunnan Province in the south of China which is across the border of Cambodia, Vietnam, Thailand and Tibet. (I'm gonna conquer these places later. The expensive West can wait for me. I'll gonna go first to cheap places.)
I'm really looking forward to go out in this goddamn place rule out by people whose business acumen sucks! They're not educators, they're hungry money suckers worth a firing squad or a stone death. (Down with them! Down!)
Anyway, what I'm excited about is getting to know another batch of two kinds of students: stupid and half stupid. (Any comment?)
I used to be the former. Posted at Wednesday, September 03, 2003 by wideyeshut
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