Jakey Junkie And The Other Bunny Hole

Ilang gabi ko na itong pinagdadaanan. Minsan, hindi niya ako pinapatulog. Minsan, ginigising naman niya ako sa gitna ng aking pagkakatulog. Pasulpot-sulpot siya at pilit niyang ginigising ang diwa ko. Hindi niya alintana na may pasok ako sa opisina bukas. Wala siyang pakialam na mahalaga sa akin ang kumpletong tulog. Pinagpupuyatan ko siya ngayon kahit hindi naman kailangan

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Notice: I think this is an “R-13”-rated blog post for having a sexual theme. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

When he was sixteen, his teacher was fond of her for reasons he didn’t know. She just seemed to be fascinated by him. This teacher looks quite young for her age, early 30s. There was this one instance when she deliberately gave him a failing mark, then told him to see her after classes. After the “meeting,” they did it on her table.

Continue reading “Pleasure Giver Extraordinaire” here.

Binuksan ko ang pintuan ng iyong kwarto. Pagkasindi ko ng ilaw, sumalubong sa akin ang kwarto mong sobrang ibang-iba na. Hindi na ito magulo. Naalala ko pa ang sinabi mo sa akin nu’ng una mo akong dinala dito. “‘Wag kang magulat sa kwarto ng isang tunay na lalake. Dahil ang tunay na lalake, hindi nagliligpit ng pinaghigaan dahil may babaeng gagawa nu’n para sa kanya.” Pero ngayon, ang lahat ng gamit ay maayos. Ang kama mo ay sobrang maayos, pati na ang mga unan nito. Ang computer desk at mesa mo ay maayos din. Pati ang gitara mo, nakalagay sa lalagyan nito. Parang hindi mo ito kwarto, parang hindi ito sa’yo. Kasi ‘yung sa’yo, sobrang magulo. Nakakapanibago. Pumasok ako, at sinarado ko ang pinto. Humiga ako sa kama mo. Sa aking pagkakahiga, tumingin ako sa kisame. Maliwanag ang ilaw mo. Parang nakaka-antok. Inayos ko ang pagkakahiga ko at gumawi ako sa may kanan ko, paharap sa pinto. At hindi nagtagal, bumukas ito.

Pumasok ka at nakita mo ako. Ngumiti ka at sinarado mo ang pinto. Naupo ka sa upuan ng computer desk mo at humarap sa akin habang ipinatong mo ang iyong mga siko sa’yong mga tuhod.

(Continue reading “Micro-Kwento #7: Kwarto” here.)

Sa huling pagkaka-alam ko, isa akong ganap at tunay na lalake. Malaki ang tiyan, laging may extra rice, magandang lalake at makisig, hindi pahuhuli ng buhay, at tigasin kapag nalalamigan.

Ngunit bagama’t nalalaman ko ang aking kakisigan at machismo, marami-rami pa rin kasing nagko-“compliment” sa aking mga “lady features.” May mga bagay-bagay daw kasi sa akin na parang babae daw. Eh pucha, color scheme pa lang ng blog e.

(Continue reading “Magandang Lalake is Beautiful Man.”)

Sa sobrang panghihilakbot ko sa pinapanood ko, bigla akong nagising. Nataranta. At tumingin sa aking cellphone para tingnan ang oras. At dito ako napasigaw. “Putangina n’yo! Ba’t ‘di n’yo ako ginising! Alam n’yong male-late na ako.” Malapit nang sumapit ang ika-siyam ng umaga. Bumangon ako sa kama, sobrang nagmamadaling bumaba para maligo.

Continue reading “Indeception.”

You know what’s bullshit? Elevators.

You’ve got a few minutes left before making it in time at the office which is at the 30-somethingth floor. Fast-forward, you’re now so fucking pissed. You want to destroy that person across your workstation. You slam all of your fingers on the keyboard. Your eyebrows are furrowed, and everybody around you is keeping a one-kilometer distance away from you. This is because you’re fricking late again, and a memo from your boss is in order. Why? Why did this happen? Oh yeah, the elevator did a sucker punch on your face again. What better way to get late than because of that effing lift?

Continue reading “You Know What’s Bullshit? #1: Elevators” here.

I’ve been having this series of recurring dreams lately. Though I don’t remember any of these dreams for the most part, they center on a single structure: the elevator.

I remember that I was either finding my way out or just looking around at this big hospital. I was wandering from room to room, from department to department, and from floor to floor. I saw patients on hospital beds, doctors on the floor, and nurses all around. I think I found myself in one of these rooms where I was standing next to an unconscious patient on his bed. I suddenly ran away because I feared that I was next in line for getting pricked by a syringe of some sort. I also passed by the morgue, where I saw a row of dead people.

(Continue reading “Of Recurring Dreams And Elevators”.)