The Accessory to Handsomeness

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Bonifacio High Street, carless guy, Dating, dating a carless guy, Ford Explorer, Greenbelt 4, Manila, Men and Cars, Sunsilk Model

You look like a spoiled brat. You’re fat as if your third world refrigerator’s filled with first world delicacies and junk foods. Your skin is soft because unlike those who live without electricity, your whole house enhanced with air conditioner and expensive groceries you’ve got which includes nutrition for you to glow. And your parents can afford things, imported creams, designer perfumes, even your jeans don’t cost below 3000 pesos.

My friend is an attractive Filipina; tall, with supple, fair skin, with firm perfect shaped breasts, the smooth black hair of a shampoo commercial model. And she is indeed a model. It makes me look ugly beside her, but sometimes I feel beautiful. I still have to figure if it is really an advantage to be with an attractive woman; if it drags me to be attractive too, or it just emphasizes my flaws. Anyway, the con about her is that her mother is a drug addict with a drug addict boyfriend and she, the model, is the breadwinner of the family.

She has dated men, rich, old, hustler, Atenista, La Sallista, athlete, businessman, you name it, she dined with it. Then this rich fat guy came and treated her to Greenbelt dinners, sometimes at Fort Bonifacio dinners. Then he iiked her so much, the she liked him, and his Ford Explorer.

Then she began bringing him along, along with his Ford Explorer. I was even brought home by that Ford Explorer. It drove already in our street, and the dingy street of her drug addict mom. Then I realized, she was not dating the guy, she was dating his car.

Of course, just like big boobs and round curves, a car adds to fifty per cent of a guy’s stance, a guy’s charisma. Who would want to flag a tricycle with a man when you’re both dressed up, or who wound find a guy hanging by a jeepney’s ramp sexy. But I think if you’re with your major crush, no matter what kind of mode of transportation you are, be it a hitch or an ordinary bus, then the whole experience is filled with flowers and butterflies. But to date the guy’s car is a different story but is very rampant.

I honestly would fall trap also to these guys, because first, it’s convenient to be driven around. And second, it predicts dates and strolls. As easy as that. And one more thing, it shows how beautiful you are to be chased by a rich guy with a flashy car.

Social Climber na Pagtatalik

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Cum, Filipino Movies, Kanto, Manila, Porno, Sex Eye Ball, Sex Scandal

Pag nanonood ako ng Filipino movies na may sex scene, laging madilim, parang kandila lang yung ilaw tapos kadalasan yung lalaki ay moreno, pero makisig. Bilib naman ako kasi ang gagaling umungol ng mga babae at  tsaka parang trinabaho talaga ng direktor yung mga kilos at galaw niya.

May napanood ako dati sa may koral ng baboy nagtalik yung dalawa, may putik putik pa, sige na nga, artistic sya, sige na nga pinapakita nya na ang story at mga bida ay mga baboy, na ang sex ay marungis. O siguro dahil cool kaya dapat sa koral.

Ba’t pag foreigner na porno, hindi mukhang madungis, pwera na lang adik ang eksena.

Pero naiisip ko bat may sosyal pakinggan ang “I’m cumming” sa “Lalabasan na ako”, ang “cum” sa  “tamod”, ang “Nag- do kami kagabi” kesa “Nagkantutan kami kagabi”, ang “cunt licker” sa “didilaan ang pekpek”.

Kung tutuusin pareho lang ng kahulugan at graphic, pero para siguro yung pag iisip ng tao ay nakakabit sa kung sino ang kadalasang nagsasabi nito. Yung mga Assumptionista siguro ang nagsasabi ng “BJ” at yung mga babaeng parlor ang nagsasabi ng “Chupa”, yung mga tambay tambay sa squatter ang nagsasabi ng “Pinipinger” at yung mga Makati office boys ay nagsasabi ng “Fini- finger”.

Pero siguro nga mas maganda pakinggan kung Tagalog kesa English, kasi kung English, parang plastic, parang pinaghandaan, parang may test sa classroom, samantalang kung Tagalog, parang natural, parang ungol na mga mga letra, prangka pakinggan pero sincere.

“I need to take a hot shower…”

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American Expat in the Philippines, B Side Makati, Filipina, Hipster, Manila, One Night Stand, Sex, Sonic Youth, The Collective Makati, The Godfather

So I’ve met a guy again, an American expat in Manila. He’s acceptable, young and still calm. He didn’t show that he likes me but he told me after rounds of beer in a Makati hipster club, “I need to take a shower” followed by “Do you think there’s a hotel around where I can do that?”

I am not naive with these kinds of things. Shower or no shower, just the word hotel, in the late night of alcoholic binge insinuates an imminent copulation. And I didn’t hesitate. Why, because I know myself, I know I like it.

What I like about Manila hipster clubs is that they’re filled with black- haired, olive skinned, hipster dressed people, and the majority speak English, and the majority have this artsy fatsy stance. I really don’t care, I somehow feel if i am a hipster myself, but I don’t like bands which I haven’t heard of. I actually get my music from suggestions from friends, those who are cool back in the day. They’re one of those who were black haired, olive skinned, rock dressed people back in the day when Sonic Youth made their first albums. Why I hang out with them? They offer me protection.

You know in Manila, how it would be unsafe just to hop off an FX (public transportation) in the wee hours and swagger around the streets. But these “back in the day” people knew people who are also up these times in the morning who sort of identify me already and automatically register in their minds not to hit on me or watch out who will hit on me.

So I feel protected as if I’m the wife of the Godfather.

So we went to the hotel, and he really took a shower. I felt beautiful, because his stupor was a little bit washed away and yet, he still showed interest in that woman lying in the hotel bed. So we started with the usual torrid kiss, then the taking off the clothes, the further kissing. He smelled like a hotel shampoo and a hotel soap, these non special, non fragrant stuff. And when I woke up, I forgot how sex went. I think it was quick. But basically I forgot. So i think I should’ve taken a shower myself..

Modelled and Sexed the first time

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Calvin Klein, first time, Modelling, Sex, Virginity

We were standing there, almost naked. I would consider him attractive for a Filipino standard, tall, tan, has this well chiseled nose, tantalizing eyes, I may say he looked somewhat half Italian and half Japanese. He’s gay, bisexual that is, yet I’m ready to give up my virginity with him, that beautiful boy.

We were standing in front of the mirror, his juvenile skin and good toned muscles are exposed, I was wearing a juvenile bra and teenage denim shorts. He indicated that we look like Calvin Klein models. I wonder why he mentioned Calvin Klein, not Vuitton, not Armani, but probably because we look better in black and white. Black and white, then it’s over.

To make the story short, I had sex with him, that gay. My first sex was with a gay. But beautiful person indeed, I think, I should be proud of that. I don’t want to be one of those who will see their ex’s and totally wonder why they slept with this person.

I think whenever you’re about to have sex with someone, your first sex that is, then you should think of the future, not thinking if he was so handsome or the head turner of the campus, but we were so in love and it was terrific.

exactly just like that old Calvin Klein ad (Mark Wahlberg and Kate Moss)

I don’t regret it, I’m proud I had one of the most tall, tan and handsome boy in Manila.

Make Love Manila!

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Filipina, Jeepney, Manila, Quiapo, Romance, Sex Scandal, Video Scandal

I wouldn’t want to create a blog that will offer readers a wayward culture of that was once a timid Filipina woman. I am a Filipina, and I am somewhat crazy. If being crazy affects your view of me, then I don’t care because I don’t like to waste time viewing the kind of person you are.

If being in love is being crazy, then being crazy feels so good. I have had enough of men cheating on women or men wooing women to bed then never calls her and texts her again. I hate men publishing scandals, those are done by wimpy men whose trophy is the woman who went to bed with him, these men are not winners, how can you be a winner when you have a victim.

I am fond of Manila. I will not leave Manila for money nor for first world, developed countries’ luxury. Its food, its wildness, happiness and faux pas makes it an interesting habitat for the raucous, happy person in me.

Then came love, which seems to be shut when I am in bed with a man and opens up when I am sober and hearing that melodramatic slow alternative rock. I am love, for I love my family, my friends, and I always smile at everyone, in the jeepney, at the vendors in Quiapo, the bartenders and flirts at Makati bars, the cashier and gift wrapping personnel at SM stores, at everyone.

A smile can light up somebody else’s day. And pick the fairest one who will smile back.