This is not a desperate attempt to find one but if someone's interested, let me know. Hahaha!

Allow me to list the guys I dated and gotten intimate with during the last five years. Those guys that survived the 24-hour life span of my fascination.No wham-bam-thank-you guy is included here, or else this post will be quite dragging to read as there are so many of them, hehehe!

I included links to some that I already blogged about if you want to read more about them. In no particular order below are 15 of the privileged (?) few that're worth mentioning here:

1. My on-again-off-again-on-again guy for two years, Jim (who is an insurance agent);
2. D, who is a college instructor and a licensed chemist;
3. DX, who is an active member of a party list org from a prominent political clan from Visayas;
4. Arthur, a DepEd officer from down south;
5. Carl, high school teacher;
6. Anthony who’s also an accountant like me;
7. Just, a fast food chain management trainee;
8. call center agent Dan;
9. Wilbert, also a college instructor;
10. med rep Borgs - a licensed radiologist;
11. Ronnie – artist-slash-advertising agent;
12. sales agent Micheal;
13. Darwin, a travel agent;
14. Julius the seminarian; and
15. the latest I dated (yes, past tense) Dennis who is an assistant dean from a university.

It may seem that I'm such a kiss-and-tell guy but I'm really not. Really. Honestly. (Believe me guys, ok?)

Seriously, I'm not on a prowl for a partner right now. Being single is sooooooooo much fun. You can flirt with as many guys as you want without the guilt and having to concoct lies when interrogated by overly-jealous partners. I'm not doing an inventory of them either, just trying to find out what type of guys attracts me.

Anyway, it only occurred to me lately (when I met Dennis) that I might have a penchant for teachers, insctructors and educators. Just what is it with teachers that I managed to hook up with six of them? I’m trying to think and analyze why is it but I can't squeeze no conclusive reason or at least a hypothesis as to why (so much for self – analysis).

I also noticed that I had a lot of guys that has name starting with letter D. Is this a manifestation that it’s only their D _ _ _ _ that I’m after? I won’t mind having a guy with a big D, honestly!

Duh!

This one’s getting nowhere and going somewhere that I don't intend to. This post stops here.

It was supposed to be a night of partying, drinking and having tons of fun - but knowing himself, the night wouldn't be as fun without at least flirting with a guy or two.

He can't live without guys, or the 'guys can't live without him' as what he jokingly tells his friends. His is such an insatiable thirst, that one whole week won't pass without him getting at least a quickie.

Tonight may be his lucky day. One pair of eyes is now looking at him intently at the opposite side of the bar. He wasted no time doing the moves - a little smile, an innocent pick up line and in no time they're off.


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He woke up with a start. Someone just snored so horribly he thought he's having a bad dream. As his eyes went on to look for the origin of disturbance, only then he did realized that he's in a quite unfamiliar space. In someone's bed. With that someone he doesn't have any idea who.

"Who's this human bag - pipe and what is he doing in my room? Or whose room is this anyway." he asked himself.

He noticed clothings thrown on the floor - shirts, pants, socks and boxers. 'That red boxer is mine and that pants and that shirt' - and only now that he became fully aware of himself in birthday suit. As he went to sort his own clothes in the pile in front of him - the stranger stirred.

"Are you going home already? Mind if I drive you home?" the 'human bag - pipe' asked.

"No thanks. Where's this place, by the way? Is this your room?" he asked but still not fully aware why he's in that room in the first place. He's got some idea but not quite sure. The stranger looks familiar, though.

"Dont you remember? We had fun last night, and...you were good! Can we do this again? I mean, if that's ok with you." said the guy. He started to fill him in.

"Yeah right. Ok, listen. I better get going. It's already late." as it dawned on him what they've done. Not again.

"Can I have your number? Or you can get my number instead. Here's my number 0917xxxxxxx." offered the stranger.

"Got it. I'll phone you, ok? One of these days I will." he said as he finished adding the number on his contacts with a mental note to delete it the first chance he got.


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As they entered the room, he wasted no time to unleash his suppressed internal heat. They've been doing some foreplays while still in the car and now that they're inside alone - he wants to do more. And fast. He can't wait to get started.

They had barely undressed themselves when he took him by the waist and pulled him closer. Their faces are now inches apart. So close that he can smell the scent of his aftershave and the brand of his cigar. They kissed.

"You're a good kisser! Did you know that?" the guy told him after their long lip - locking smooch.

"Really? It's not the only thing I'm good at. I can do more." he whispered.

"Prove it then." the guy said in a tone that is more of a plea than a dare.

And he did.

Was on my way home inside the FX, when at an intersection, two apparently pretty girls in their short shorts caught everyone's attention, especially the male passengers.

To the guys' delight, the red light was on and we're first in line. They're in for a treat as these two are about to cross in front of us. Or so the guys thought.

As the two unknowing souls passed by in front of us, so did everybody's head turning in their direction as they walk the opposite side of the street.

Aside from their attention-seeking, hip-hugging, centimeter-deprived shorts; we're all looking at two pairs of flawless and hairless legs, shiny and rebonded tresses, and cleavage revealing tight tops. One is tall and skinny while the other is shorter but more voluptuous.

But....

Is it Adam's apple on their throats?

I should have known.

I had to give it to my two sisters (or brothers) for breaking the monotony. Even I, for a moment, mistook them for real woman. Had I not realized that no decent Filipina would roam around the streets in those shorts that will almost reveal one's butt cheeks, I would never know. And yes, their shorts were that short!

Manong FX driver was too entranced by what we saw. He was still oggling at the two when the cars at the back started honking that he only realized it's already green.

Sure enough, when minutes before that, the then yawning passengers were now talking agitatedly to their companions.

"Akala ko babae talaga, eh. Bading pala!"

"Mas maganda pa sa totoong babae. Ang gaganda ng legs!"

Even Manong driver joined in the babble.

"Hindi mo na alam kung sino totoong babae ngayon, eh."

Which is very true. With the help of female hormone-inducing pills and silicon for fake boobs and butts, gays - with their once very male bodies - slowly metamorphed into almost womanlike physique.

Had Manong known of discreet, manly gays, which I'm sure he doesn't (I said discreet) - he will be saying:

"Hindi mo na alam kung sino totoong lalake eh!"

by: Greenday

I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes But it's home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone I walk alone
I walk alone I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

I'm walking down the line That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line Of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs To know I'm still alive and I walk alone

I walk alone I walk alone

Job - hunting is fun.

And I'm not talking about walking in and out of buildings in Ortigas and Ayala and greeting every receptionists, customer service personnels and guards with a plastered fake smile and your ever predictable, memorized line:

"Good morning Sir/Ma'am. I'll just pass my resume. Thank you."

You walked out of the premises thinking whether the receptionist - after reading your CV will walk straight to the recruitment section screaming "Eureka! We've found the ONE we've been looking for!" or will place your data sheet in her 'scratch papers' file for photocopying or the trash bin.

Thankfully, with modern technology, there are easier ways to get hired and find a job. You can either email your resumes and transcipts without the hassle of commuting and finding where on earth is Valero Street and Pearl Drive or signing up with Jobstreet or JobsDb.

I don't believe in the idea of being a 'walk - in applicant'. You need not come to an office to apply for a job unannounced. It seems that you are too desperate to get a job without waiting for an invitation for an interview or examination.

I email my resumes. Every Sunday, I scan the classified ads section of a certain broadsheet looking for prospective companies to apply for. Six vacancies on the average and on peak hiring seasons, I'll be sending to 10 positions at least.

Another hassle-free way of finding a new job is thru these two online job - seekers haven - Jobstreet and JobsDb. These two are so famous that some of my former officemates had set their pages as their homepage. Talk about being 'productive during office hours', ehh?

I'm actively using Jobstreet not because it is the better one but I forgot my JobsDb username and had not bothered to recover it. My bestfriend, Cecille, insist that I sign up for JobsDb because according to her, it is much, much easier to use because you need not answer those 'silly' questions before you can submit your applications.

There are some truth to it, though. Sometimes the questions posted at Jobstreet are so ludicrous that one won't bother to answer them anymore:

How would you relate your key competencies to the position?

What is your standard of success?

When was the last time you felt disappointed and what did you do about it?

The first question, I think is the most popular (and silliest?), over-used question used at Jobstreet? Makes me want to answer it with:

Give me an appointment for a job interview so that I can tell you.

Second question is more like a beauty pageant type of question and I always wonder what prompted Jobstreet to use this. A good answer for this would be:

I can finally consider myself successful if I don't have to answer a question like this anymore.

For the third one - let's see if this will work:

I was quite disappointed to read this question so I decided to hunt down the idiot who's behind all this.

But there's this damned-if-you-answer-damned-if-you-don't-answer question that I just can't help but to give a tounge-in-cheek answer. The company even invited me for an interview because of my submitted answer:

Why should we hire you?

This may work for you guys - I answered:

Why not?

Nothing in reference to my dear friend, Aikat's post, but I certainly got the idea from her post to write something about the above question which I often hear from my friends.

Translated literally, it means "What date is it?" but particularly in the group that I currently belong, the words have an altogether different meaning/s.

Though I never knew exactly the history of its use in the our group's vernacular, I deduced that it is a spin - off from the usual greeting remarks which is "Ano na?" which could mean a vast array of questions concerning life, boys and being gay in general. Instead of the usual "Hi! How are you?", we combine our beso -beso's with this.

Prior to "Anong petsa na?", I usually had the "Ano na?" question to be followed up by specifics concerning the topic/s at hand, or an issue/gossip they want confirmed or simply fishing out something that could be the start of a new topic and gossip to talk about. But "Anong petsa na?" has been in vogue so we're kinda sticking with it.

You would also hear these words during our infamous drinking sessions at the tambayan. These liquor marathons would start at around 9 or 10 in the evening and will usually end when:

- No one has or willing to give money to buy the drinks - Emperador ( I just hate this devil, so if I can help it, I don't join them - which is more often than not) Spey Royal or Red Horse - the first one being their favorite ;
- Scarcity of topic;
- Any minute it would be sunrise;
- Tita's whistle (our friend's mom who tambayan) as a signal for us to call it a night because she can't sleep when we're too noisy; and
- We all agreed to do something else aside from drinking.

In these seemingly endless drinking marathons, it is sort-of-a-rule to drink your tagay ASAP. When the jigger has been in front of you for more than 2 minutes - either you caught up listening to the chatter or you got carried away by your stories you're telling - at least two of them will 'bring you back' to life:

"Hoy! Anong petsa na? Inumin mo na 'yan. Maraming naghihintay sa tagay."

The phrase is also our substitute for asking time. Instead of "Anong oras na?", we asked each other the phrase - which is more fitting because the drinking sessions goes well over the following day. It's really weird when you are talking about yesterday which is only minutes ago.

During these times of near - drunkenness, one would blurt:

"Mga bekla, anong petsa na ba? Kanina pa tayo nag - iinuman eh."

To be answered by:

"Anong kanina? Kahapon!"

It also our signal for us to finish our drinks for fear of being grounded for coming home too late - or too early (inumaga na!) - depends on which way you look at it.

Anong petsa na ba? Di pa tapos 'tong post na 'to.

This has been a very busy workweek for me. Too many reports, reconciliations and schedules had been asked left and right I couldn’t even have a decent yosi break. My boss had to practically beg me to work extra time just to finish these requirements on time. Guess I’ll be that goody – two shoes employee for now. Too bad!

I don’t even wanna think of the upcoming year – end audit for the 2004 books. Which only means additional work, work and more, you guessed it, work!

Last Monday, when the atmosphere is not too crazy and when things are still on the tons-of-work-still-picking-up stage, I had a rather amusing conversation with two of my officemates.

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Officemate1: Mukhang blooming ka this year, ha? May lovelife ka no?
Officemate2: May boyfriend ka, no? Uuyy, may boyfriend…
Me: Boyfriend? Lovelife? Wala no!
Officemate2: Baka sex life, hahaha!
Me: Wala rin eh, wish ko lang! Blooming ba talaga ako? Sagana lang kasi sa ano… Alam nyo na… sagana sa three-letter word.
Officemate1: Anong three-letter word? Ang bastos mo talaga!
Me: Gaga! Sagana sa… JOY! Masaya lang ako and it shows, hahaha! Pero honestly sagana talaga ako sa ibang three-letter word… Uhmm… Starting with letter S.
Officemate2: SAD? SUN? Sagana sa araw? SIX? Sex yun eh!
Me: Hindi ah. Siguro JOB. I’m inspired to work ngayon eh.
Officemate1: Ikaw? Inspired sa work? Ibang job yang sinasabi mo eh.
Officemate2: Oo nga! Ang sinasabi niyan, ano… BLUE JOB! Blue collar Job!
Me: Bisaya ka naman eh, anong BLUE JOB? Di ba virgin ka pa? Bakit ang dami mo ng alam? Ako nga hindi ko alam un eh. Ikaw ha, kunwari ka pa manang!
Officemate2: Hay naku, pag nandito ka umiingay kami!
Officemate1: Oo nga, daldal mo eh!
Me: Baliw! Matagal na kayong maingay, no? Pag nandito ako, MAS maingay lang kayo! Hahaha!

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That was the first and last light-hearted, work stress-free conversation I had this week. One of those few times that I had a good laugh during office hours, which I seldom have.

I'm stressed at work for the nth time running... I know I have to do something about this or else it will consume me.

But how? Have any idea? And I'm not 'blooming' now.

Just what is wrong with the line of ATM machines at the back entrance of SM Megamall Building A?

Can somebody please tell me if these machines are jinxed or whatever? There should be a larger than life signs at the top of these technological invalids saying:

“WARNING! TRANSACT AT YOUR OWN RISK!”

I ran out of cash after the holidays and with a coming date this Thursday, I decided to zero out my payroll account so that I can properly manage my finances before the next payday.

But alas! My account was debited.

I thought that the first machine I used just did not process my transaction. It blinked longer than necessary and then it instructed me to take my card. It did not produce a receipt either so I assumed that nothings wrong.

I then went to another machine and it also did not process my request saying I had insufficient funds. What the…?!

I checked my balance and there it is, in front of me is an account balance of Php 46.58. But where did the rest of my hard – earned money gone?

I swear I wanted to punch those machines in exasperation and anger but I also know that losing my temper won’t be of any help. So I decided against it and better not having an aching fist in addition to an empty wallet.

I’m flat broke right now and my other account is reserved for some contingencies and obligations – some of which are due for the next two weeks. It normally takes five banking days to process these complaints and I have bills to settle when that time comes. I just cannot touch my other account right now aside from the fact that it is in my mother’s possession. She did not trust me enough to handle my own money, but I do not trust myself, either. And I am an accountant for God’s sake.

Barely two months age, same card was captured in one of the ATM machines in the same group, which thankfully, is now closed.

Kainis!

Or is it?

I spent New Year’s Day at home almost all day.

The somewhat boring but relaxing monotony was disrupted by a rather innocent SMS from DX, one of the guys I hooked up with last year.

Though surprised coz I am not expecting any more holiday greetings that day (most greeted me on New Year’s Eve), I thanked and send him my greetings as well. He then asked if I’m not doing anything at the moment and would it be fine if he drop by our place.

I would have discouraged him and said no. But his timing couldn’t have been more perfect. The rest of the family is in Lucena to attend an aunt’s wedding and I only have my grandmother with me as company.

By 10:00 pm, he arrived. I really thought that he was just pulling my leg and wouldn’t show up, but he did. I supposed that we’d just talk for few minutes, catch up on each other and he would bid goodbye after no more than fifteen minutes of hanging around.

But he really wanted to stay. Good thing Lola is up at the second floor sleeping. The two of us alone, with the only lights coming from the TV - It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what happened next.

We’re just holding hands discreetly at first but one thing led to another, well, almost.

But I felt uncomfortable, even in my own turf. I was a little edgy that Lola will wake up suddenly and find us doing what we’re doing. I cajoled him to just take a ride outside and go somewhere else.

And of we go. And after two hours of (whatever!)…

I don’t know if it’s the stars in the sky, the music on his car’s radio or just being stuck in the middle of nowhere – he proposed for a relationship – a serious one this time. I readily said yes.

First day of the year – and I already have a boyfriend!

I can’t imagine what the rest of the year would be.