<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:34:41.885+08:00</updated><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Message'/><category term='Prayers'/><category term='Occasion'/><category term='Article'/><category term='Sulat-Pagibig'/><category term='Saints'/><category term='Just Another Day'/><category term='YouTube'/><category term='Tips'/><category term='Bisexual'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Vatican'/><category term='Gay'/><category term='Gay-Guide'/><category term='Story'/><category term='Opinion'/><category term='Tests'/><category term='Mga Naganap'/><category term='Rumors'/><category term='Survivor'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Hunks'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Book'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='OST'/><title type='text'>RHAP-RAP: Destination... LIFE!</title><subtitle type='html'>My THOUGHTS, My DREAMS, and My Life's Journey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-2621575769110572262</id><published>2008-07-23T14:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:01:45.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Love???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love is difficult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For one human being to love a another human being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;that is the most difficult task that's been trused to us&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the final test and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Letters to a Young Poet"&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A music video with Kevin and Chad from "Brothers and Sisters". The song is "If It's All I Ever Do" by Anders Johansson.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-685e486689f1afc7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D685e486689f1afc7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330433167%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D110D51BBDF42E07945370BD8C8735DF9EEBA400D.FA90791CBE58BB7A679CE74FC11BA00DFB1470E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D685e486689f1afc7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwrovGO-8nEx53e9Ni7-dYuRMcM0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D685e486689f1afc7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330433167%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D110D51BBDF42E07945370BD8C8735DF9EEBA400D.FA90791CBE58BB7A679CE74FC11BA00DFB1470E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D685e486689f1afc7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwrovGO-8nEx53e9Ni7-dYuRMcM0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-2621575769110572262?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=685e486689f1afc7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/2621575769110572262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=2621575769110572262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2621575769110572262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2621575769110572262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2008/07/love.html' title='Love???'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-1507339708007904804</id><published>2008-04-10T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:50:25.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>CHANCE OR CHOICE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When we meet the right person to love when were at the right place at the right time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;That’s chance&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;When you meet someone you’re attracted to&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;that’s not a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;choice&lt;/span&gt;, that’s &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Being caught up in a moment is not a choice. That’s also a chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;The difference is what happens afterward. When will you take that infatuation, that crush, that mind-blowing attraction to the next level? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;That’s when all sanity goes back; you sit down and contemplate whether you want to make this into a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;concrete relationship&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or just a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;fling&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;If you decide to love a person, even with his faults, that’s not a chance. That’s choice. &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;When you choose to be with a person, no matter what, that’s &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;choice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if you know there are many people out there who are more attractive, smarter, and richer than your mate, or the world is against your relationship with him, and yet, you decide to love your mate just the same, that’s choice&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;YOUR CHOICE&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You have the chance to meet HIM but it's your CHOICE to love him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-1507339708007904804?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/1507339708007904804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=1507339708007904804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1507339708007904804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1507339708007904804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2008/04/chance-or-choice.html' title='CHANCE OR CHOICE...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-2558158674504676890</id><published>2007-11-28T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:20:35.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Points to PONDER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  &lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;When it comes right down to it, wherever you go, there you are...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;Whatever you wind up doing, that's what you've wound up doing&lt;/big&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever you are thinking, that's what's on your mind...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whatever has happened to you, it has already happened&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The important question is&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how you are going to handle it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/i&gt; In other words,&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt; "Now what?"&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;small&gt;(Jon Kabat-Zinn, "Wherever You Go, There You Are," [Hyperion])&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://scribefire.com/"&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-2558158674504676890?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/2558158674504676890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=2558158674504676890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2558158674504676890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2558158674504676890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/11/points-to-ponder.html' title='Points to PONDER...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-239087949943114952</id><published>2007-11-24T16:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T16:19:52.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>First Impression...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Love begins with physical attraction. Theres is always something&lt;br/&gt;physically unique about each person that strikes your attention. It is&lt;br/&gt;these special qualities thats makes up the character of a person - some&lt;br/&gt;things that can never be taken away from him. They are what makes a&lt;br/&gt;person valuable &amp;amp; lovable as a human being, that makes him worthy&lt;br/&gt;are priceless possession, short of anything that makes for vanity.&lt;br/&gt;  (Johnny C. Young)&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; What do you think is this necessarily true... anyhow I think we have all our definitions of what makes a FIRST IMPRESSION...&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; hugs,&lt;br/&gt; Ralph&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-239087949943114952?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/239087949943114952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=239087949943114952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/239087949943114952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/239087949943114952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-impression.html' title='First Impression...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-1688626068424327336</id><published>2007-09-15T01:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T01:55:51.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Perfect???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"PERFECTIONISM DOESN'T MAKE YOU PERFECT. IT MAKES YOU FEEL INADEQUATE.  You are not worthless because you can't do it all.  You are human. You can't escape that reality, and you can't expect to. Self-acceptance is the goal."  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;- Maria Shriver &lt;small&gt;(Ten Things I Wish I'd Known)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-1688626068424327336?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/1688626068424327336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=1688626068424327336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1688626068424327336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1688626068424327336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/09/perfect.html' title='Perfect???'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-2321660930988263112</id><published>2007-08-30T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T17:50:26.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Another Day'/><title type='text'>Nothing New...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I have applied for a job in one of the biggest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;telecom&lt;/span&gt; company here in my place... It went well , &amp; I am feeling good about it, I just hope it goes well... Its been more than a year that I don't have a job... Well, my fault... but not all... this place really sucks &amp;amp; doesn't offer much employment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opportunity... I have two options, whether to go to Cebu or Manila to look much better options there... problem is that I got no place to go &amp; really needs a lot of "you-know" to be able to survive there... I miss working, being with clients, being able to help &amp;amp; show your what you got :) ... Just wish me luck guys!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ralph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-2321660930988263112?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/2321660930988263112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=2321660930988263112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2321660930988263112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2321660930988263112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/08/nothing-new.html' title='Nothing New...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-7662128784194535331</id><published>2007-08-29T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:13:16.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Been living in a fantasy... now... back to reality... yes, I'm hurt, disappointed, rejected, almost all the worst feelings I feel it today... so easy to say "I'll move on," but so hard to do... I don't know... life is truly unfair... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-7662128784194535331?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/7662128784194535331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=7662128784194535331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/7662128784194535331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/7662128784194535331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-still-alive.html' title='I&amp;#39;m still alive...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-2034661908423491434</id><published>2007-05-17T12:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:28:40.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align='justify'&gt;FORBIDDEN LOVE OUR SOULS ARE INTERTWINED AND CONNECTED LIKE DAY AND NIGHT. WE ARE LOST CHILDREN WHO ROAM THE EARTH LIKE WILD STALLIONS OF GREAT MIGHT. OUR HEARTS ARE STRONG AND PURE LIKE THE PEARLS OF THE SEA, BUT YET WE ARE FORBIDDEN TO SHINE AND SPARKLE TO WHAT OUR LOVE SHOULD BE. FOR OUR HEARTS AND SOULS ARE THE SAME, WE ARE NOT TO BLAME FOR THE LOVE WE SHARE FOR ALL ETERNITY IN CARE. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Make me wise so that I may know the things. That you have taught your children-- The lessons that you have hidden in every leaf and rock. Make me strong, not to be superior to my brothers, But to be able to fight my&amp;amp;nbsp; est enemy: myself. Make me ever ready to come to you with straight eyes, So that when life fades as the faded sunset... My spirit will come to you without shame.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Look for small pleasures. That happen ev'ryday; And not for fortune or fame. Infinite treasures lie all a long the way. As do candles waiting for flame. How simple the joys at our finger tips, This plain air we share is champagne one sips. Look for small pleasures upon this ball of clay And not for lightning to tame And one day there's someone. Just a friendly someone. Who'll be husband or wife to you, Be the love all your life to you; And you'll find how great SMALL pleasures can prove...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Love is a many splendored thing; It's the April rose that only grows in the early spring. Love is nature's way of giving a reason to be living, The golden crown that makes a man a king.&amp;amp;nbsp; Once, on a high and windy hill, In the moonlight mist, two lovers kissed and the world stood still. Then your fingers touched my silent heart And taught it how to sing; Yes, true love's a many splendored thing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Eternal Stream Of Life. Our souls float on quiet waters, towards the beauty of Heaven's gates. The quietness of our love passes all of life's stress, because our hearts lie in fate. A place in memory, is all we claim, when we whisper the sound of each other's name. We feel safe together, down the stream of life. Side by side, safe beyond the angry tide. Along life's tottering way, towards journey' end, we are meant to be life's eternal friend. &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;(R.M.M.)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-2034661908423491434?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/2034661908423491434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=2034661908423491434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2034661908423491434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2034661908423491434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/05/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-8241901708271192492</id><published>2007-05-17T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:35:27.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Things NOT to Say during SEX...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to poop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smile for the camera!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get off me, I'll do it myself!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is your first time... right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're almost good as my ex!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When is this suppose to feel good?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought YOU had the keys to the handcuffs?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was so horny tonight I would have taken a sheep home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep it down, my mother is a light sleeper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hey! My friends were right! You ARE good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the second thought, let's turn the lights off!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sobering up and you're getting ugly!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But everybody looks funny naked!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do I have to pay for this?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No! You are too fat to be on TOP... You'd kill me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Actually, your sister "likes" it better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's your name again?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold on! Let me change the channel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's nice being in bed with someone I don't have to inflate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uhhhhh... I think the condom broke 10 minutes ago.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-8241901708271192492?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/8241901708271192492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=8241901708271192492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/8241901708271192492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/8241901708271192492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-not-to-say-during-sex.html' title='Things NOT to Say during SEX...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-2398551512313416528</id><published>2007-05-12T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:29:39.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sulat-Pagibig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>1st LOVE CARD, ... ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I just received my first love card  from Don...&lt;br/&gt;which reads...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;           &lt;span style='font-size: 130%;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;'&gt;                        "I love you for what you are - warm, gentle, caring...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style='color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RkVBAtuEyxI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ozT44wbgo2U/s1600-h/card+2.jpg' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'&gt;&lt;img border='0' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063524836576643858' alt='' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RkVBAtuEyxI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ozT44wbgo2U/s320/card+2.jpg' style='margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 130%;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;'&gt;                                                                                                                                                                  ... and mine"  ... love Don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-2398551512313416528?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/2398551512313416528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=2398551512313416528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2398551512313416528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2398551512313416528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/05/1st-love-card-ever.html' title='1st LOVE CARD, ... ever...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RkVBAtuEyxI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ozT44wbgo2U/s72-c/card+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-1434639899451897238</id><published>2007-03-24T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T03:10:52.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay-Guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Gay Guy's Guide to LOVE... p2</title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;The Dos, Don'ts, and Definite Maybes of &lt;i&gt;DATING AND MATING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;a Book by &lt;b&gt;KEN HANES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RfeJpTwNElI/AAAAAAAAAXI/LDnUYP1Y1Ag/s1600-h/Gay+guide.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RfeJpTwNElI/AAAAAAAAAXI/LDnUYP1Y1Ag/s200/Gay+guide.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041649650634658386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOOKING FOR IT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;47. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;Five out of ten experts on gay love agree: DON'T LOOK FOR LOVE.  WHEN YOU'RE TRULY READY, LOVE (the man who comes with it) WILL APPEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;48.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Don't feel guilty when you ignore the above statement.  All guys look. It's guy nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;49. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Besides, the &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; five out of ten experts on gay love say: LOOK FOR LOVE WITH GUSTO. IF YOU WANT SOMETHING, GO FOR IT. FORGET CHANCE, FORGET LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;50. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Let of of the illusion that there's a right or wrong way to find love.  If finding love came with step-by-step instructions like th e model jets we glued together as kids, our love-planes would all be soaring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;51.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Be clear about what it is you're looking for - just sex, just dating, just marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;52.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Accept that looking for love - like love, life, this book and the United Sates of America - is loaded with contradictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;53.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Relax.  Anxiety is the enemy of romance.  Clenched jaws, grinding teeth, and tense shoulders are not assets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;54. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;i&gt;But&lt;/i&gt; focus.  Most goals require discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;55. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Be patient.  Good things (and good men) come to those who wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;56.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  &lt;i&gt;But &lt;/i&gt;the early bird catches the worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;57. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Be strong. Love is not for the faint of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;58.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  &lt;i&gt;But&lt;/i&gt; the sensitive and vulnerable.  (These are not weakness.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;59.  &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;Don't be ashamed that you want or need love.  That's merely human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;60.  &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;i&gt;But&lt;/i&gt; be a little cautious when, where, and how you express your need for love.  Many a guy will mistake neediness for a loaded Uzi and run like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;61.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  If you don't want fast-food sex, check out the restaurants you're patronizing.  You won't find fillet-mignon at McDonald's.  Don't waste your time looking in the wrong places.  Just like real estate: location, location, location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;62.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  &lt;i&gt;But&lt;/i&gt; know there are no wrong places to look for love because there's no one place to meet guys.  You could meet him anywhere - at a party, a bookstore, a hospital, in the confessional.  Readiness for love is much more important than location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;63. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; If you met your last few boyfriends at places where there was steam and cedar wood, expand your range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;64. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Identify the places to hang that &lt;i&gt;decrease&lt;/i&gt; the possibility of meeting men: OB/GYN offices, Pat Buchanan's family get-together, inside a closet, movie theaters and other spectator activities where it's difficult to interact with other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;65.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Hang at places that &lt;i&gt;increase&lt;/i&gt; your possibility of meeting guys: This means just about any public place.  You won't meet him watching &lt;i&gt;Charlie's Angel's&lt;/i&gt; reruns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;66.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Bottom line:  Put your buns where the boys are.  Increase your man-pool. Volume, volume, volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;67.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Love is a choice.  The decision to love allows the object of your affection to enter your life.  If you want to fall in love, commit to finding it.  If you're the type who chooses to look, then simply start looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;68.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Make time to look. Not having time is also a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;69.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Look with your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;70.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Look with your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;71.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Look with your dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;72.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pay attention the heart/brain/dick triad.  Ignoring any of them is ignoring the formula that makes love work.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;73.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  In particular, look beyond the physical, because the physical will fade.  Gravity always wins.  Maybe a relationship can be built solely on the size of a guy's dick, the cleft in his chin, or the firmness of his derrière; however, that type of foundations eventually crumble. Don't expect a house like that to weather to many storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;74.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  The seeds of love are in every human being, expect evil-incarnated like Jesse Helms.  Okay, maybe even good old Jesse on his better days.  So don't be too quick to write off a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;75.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Try not to eliminate a guy from running of a little piece of skin he has or doesn't have.  Is that really important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;76.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  If you have restrictions on whether or not you'll date someone who is HIV-positive or HIV-negative, decide that in advance of your search.  He might ask, "Why not?"  So be prepared to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;77.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Don't reject the possibility of dating a guy merely because the lust or chemistry isn't strong enough right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;78.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  When you're not sure if it's friendship or romance, or whether you're attracted to him, don't force your decision.  Time will usually tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;79.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Follow the &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; basic rule:  Be courteous when looking. Just like your mama told you, say "thank you," please," and smile graciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;80.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Never never never (is that clear?) try to break up a relationship, no matter how badly you want one of the guys.  There are enough available men on this planet so that you don't have to destroy other's relationships.  Besides, if he'll dump his boyfriend for you, he'll probably dump you for someone else, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;81. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; When looking man, feel free to comparison shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;82.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Sample the merchandise.  Extensively, if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;83.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Don't fret over defective merchandise.  Just move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;84.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  No bargain-hunting.  A Boyfriend is not a used car.  When it comes to a lover, do you really want a guy merely he's cheap and his motor's I working order?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;85.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Join professional, social, and political organizations where you'll met like-minded people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;86.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Volunteer for a fay or AIDS-related organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;87. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Don't know if he's single. Ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;88.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Don't know id he's gay? Ask.  Or let him know you are.  Or ask him out anyway.  If he's straight, he'll (probably) say no.  So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;89.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Ask your friends for a fix-up, but don;t stop sending them holiday cards if they refuse.  Some folks don;t feel comfortable being matchmakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;90.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Chasing men rarely work.  But chase if you have too.  You might be the exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;91.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Never cruise the groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;92.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Bars work for some men but not for others.  Either way, if and when you go to a bar, practice bar etiquette:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be friendly.  Yes, even to guys to whom you're not attracted.  It's a positive way to be in the world, and knows where it may lead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't fuck him with your eyes.  A suggestive, inviting look is one thing: eye rape is another.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't make up in aggressiveness what you think you lack in appearance or endowment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leaning against the bar with your arms folded over your chest, your fingers discreetly tucked under your biceps to give the muscle fuller, vein-popping look, with that smoldering, lips-gently-parted look that let everyone know what a hot super-stud you are - it can be all sexy, but unless your selling briefs or cologne, it might be counterproductive.  Don' project attitude if you want authenticity.  Before you dish it out, be sure that's truly what you want in return.  Project what you want to attract.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't think buying a guy a drink is buying your way into his pants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't hog the pool table and video games.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how sexy the bartender is, leave him alone and let him do his job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aim straight.  Bar bathrooms don't have to be the most disgusting places on the planet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;93.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Most guys won't make a move until they're sure the other guy is interested.  They play the "is-he-interested/isn't-he-interested" game, analyzing every little gesture and stewing in uncertainty.  Unless you enjoy this particular for agony, don't wait.  Simply ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;94.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  One word about rejection - get over it.  (Okay, three words.) Rejection is inevitable.  He who avoids rejection avoids life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;95. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Don't bad-mouth, punch, or murder a guy if he says no to a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;96.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Write a good personal ad.  Suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No lies.  (If you say thirty-two-year-old, blond actor when you're really forty-five-year-old, bald waiter, you're only fooling yourself.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reflect your genuine personality and real interests as well as you can.  Take time composing your ad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go easy on the stats.  39 y.o., 5'9", 150 lbs, 42" chest, 30" waist, 15" biceps:  too many numbers can be off-putting.  You're more that your numbers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;97.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Always meet a personal ad date for the first time in a public place.  And let a friend know its happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;98.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  There's a new international gay Mecca - it's called cyberspace.  Try surfing the internet.  Your new boyfriend could be somewhere in the worldwide jumble of electronic impulses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;99.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Take care in using your Net handle. "Donkey Dong" may not be the best choice if you're looking for a long-term relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;100. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Just because you've "chatted" with someone for a few hours, weeks, or months via computer doesn't , mean he isn't a psycho.  Use the same caution when meeting internet men that you'd use in other situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;101.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Do the boyfriend test to see if he's truly boyfriend material:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he has growth potential, +3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he listens to you, +5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he communicates with you, +5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many exes does he have? One or less per year, +1; Two or more per year, -2; Zero and he's been out more than three years, -2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many exes is he friends with, +1 per ex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If an inordinate number of his exes seem to be in prison, -3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he seems genuinely bewildered as to why his last boyfriend took out a restraining order against him, -5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he has values and morals similar to yours, +3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he putts handcuffs on you without asking, -3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he asks if you love him after one date, -2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he says he loves you during the first date, -2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he scratches his pubes in public, -2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he has &lt;i&gt;Diane tics&lt;/i&gt; in a prominent place in  his home, -2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he owns any Paul Monette's book, +1 per book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he shows up for your date early sloshed, -2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he tries to talk you out of safer sex, -10&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he's uncomfortable holding your hand in public, -1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he has to take shower the second you finish having sex, -2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scoring:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero or under - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forget him; keep looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-5 - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Date him if you want, keep your eyes open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-11 - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Possible compatibility.  Give the guy a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-18 - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Super potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 and above - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forget him. He's lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Above all, go with your instincts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;102.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Dating is not a declaration of interests or commitment.  The purpose of dating is to discover &lt;i&gt;if &lt;/i&gt;you're interested.  So, date, date, and then date some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;103. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Be creative on your dates.  Go to a protest.  Row him across a lake.  Take a ride in a hot air balloon.  Reenact a date from a favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;104. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Don't make a big deal about your first date.  You're only getting to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;105.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  &lt;i&gt;But &lt;/i&gt;give proper preparation and though to your first date.  If the relationship works out, you'll remember it for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;106.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  After your first date, be encouraging if you feel like it.  Done be encouraging if you don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;107.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Never be encouraging if you're not interested.  False encouragement is cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;108.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  On first dates don't talk about your exes unless the other guy asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;109.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Don't initiate a relationship simply because you're lonely.  You can even be lonelier with the wrong guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;110. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Its okay to keep it casual.  Don't feign seriousness if the feelings aren't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;111. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;112.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Some guys are always looking over their shoulder for someone "better" than the guy they're with.  Continual looking always sabotages a relationship, and will merely fulfill your fear or prophesy that he wasn't the right one for you.  So when you're with a guy, stop looking for someone else.  Give him a fair chance.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Click here for &lt;a href="http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/03/gay-guys-guide-to-love.html"&gt;Part I: Preparing for it&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watch out for Part 3: Young Love&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-1434639899451897238?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/1434639899451897238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=1434639899451897238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1434639899451897238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1434639899451897238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/03/gay-guys-guide-to-love-p2.html' title='The Gay Guy&apos;s Guide to LOVE... p2'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RfeJpTwNElI/AAAAAAAAAXI/LDnUYP1Y1Ag/s72-c/Gay+guide.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-5305619759906497426</id><published>2007-03-21T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T21:06:16.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><title type='text'>CARWASH...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div align='justify'&gt;&lt;small&gt;original downloadable post of &lt;a href='http://miong21.blogspot.com/'&gt;Miong&lt;/a&gt;'s; 03-21-2007&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;---&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/small&gt;Isa akong working student. 3rd year college na ako sa isang all boys school dito sa Maynila. Nakikituloy ako sa tito ko na nagmamay-ari ng isang talyer. Kaya naman bilang kapalit ng pagpapa-aral niya sa akin, tumutulong ako sa talyer niya bilang carwash boy. Sa madaling araw ako nagcacarwash, simula 12 ng madaling araw hanggang alas 6 ng umaga. 24 hours kasing open yung talyer. Tapos ng trabaho matutulog na ako at ang gising ko ay hapon na para maghanda sa klase ko ng 4pm hanggang 9pm. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Ako nga pala si Ivan, 20 years old. Tubong Pampanga. Doon ako nag-high school. Nagpasiya ako ng sa Maynila mag-aral dahil mas ok ang mga schools dito. 5’8’’ ako, matipuno (athletic build kaya pagwala akong T-shirt, kita mo yung maganda kong abs at chest pati na rin yung mga braso ko ng maskulado talaga, pero di naman ganoong kalaki tulad ng mga sumasali sa mga wrestling competition. Tamang tama lang yung laki niya – athletic na athletic. Parang Deither Ocampo yung katawan ko.) Marami nagsasabi na kamukha ko raw masyado si Christian Vasquez kasi pareho kami ng buhok na maikli lang. Tapos bilog yung hugis ng mukha, moreno, matangos ang ilong, medyo halatang may ibang lahi at higit sa lahat cute raw. Sobrang lalaking lalaki raw yung hitsura ko. Ayoko mang maniwala na kamukha ko siya talaga pero pag tinitingnan ko yung sarili ko sa salamin at yung picture niya sa magazine, para kaming magkapatid sa hitsura. As in parang carbon copy ata kami. Niloloko nga ako ng mga kasamahan kong binatilyo sa talyer na baka magkapatid kami na pinaghiwalay. Parang Annakarenina raw yung buhay namin. Kaya nga idol ko si Christian Vasquez e kasi talagang parang magkapatid kami. Pareho rin ang tabas ng balahibo naming sa katawan. Maraming balahibo sa binti at sa hita. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Ako lang ang laging naka-duty kapag 12-6am. Kaya laging ako mag-isa doon sa talyer. Pinagawan ako ng tito ko ng maliit na kwarto sa likod ng talyer para doon na ako tumira. Sila namang pamilya ay nakatira sa kabilang kalye. Ang hanay ng street namin ay puro talyer din at walang bahay. Kaya naman pag madaling araw, sa amin lang ang may ilaw at madilim na ang ibang lugar. Sa street na yun ata ako lang ang gising ng ganoong oras kaya kahit magpatugtog ako ng malakas na radyo, wala akong mapeperhuwisyong tao. Masaya na rin ako sa buhay kong yun dahil wala naman masyadong nagpapacarwash pag gabi. Meron mga araw na wala. Pinakamarami na siguro yung tatlo. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Minsan isang araw, nakaupo ako sa may harap ng talyer ng may dumating na isang kotse. Malamang magpapacarwash yun. Inaninag ko yung driver habang pinaparada niya sa loob ng talyer. Mag-isa lang siya. Lalaki. Halatang mayaman yung dating niya at siguro’y kagagaling lang nito sa gimik dahil Sabado na iyon ng umaga. Alas dos y medya na nung tiningnan ko yung relo ko. Bumaba yung lalaki. Medyo nailang ako dahil napakalakas ng dating niya. At ang ganda ng porma niya. Magkasing tangkad kami na 5’8’’. Moreno rin siya at matipuno ang katawan. Medyo mas malaki yung katawan niya sa akin ng bahagya. Kitang kita na maskulado siya sa suot niyang fitted na puting polo. Medyo manipis pa yung tela kaya medyo bakat yung utong niya. Suot niya ay fitted na blue jeans din kaya kitang kita yung hugis ng binti at hita niya. Naka-rubber shoes siya na Diesel. Ang gwapo nung lalaki. Sa hitsura niya, parang magka-edad lang kami. 20 rin siguro siya. Akala ko nga si Piolo Pascual na yung kaharap ko e. Sobrang kamukha niya. Pati yung haircut. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Nahiya nga ako sa suot ko dahil mukha akong pulubi pero wala akong magagawa e yun ang suot ko.Nakatsinelas lang kasi ako na pang-beach. Wala akong suot na pantaas kasi init na init ako nung gabing yun. Suot ko yung maong na shorts na parang brief na rin kasi sobrang hapit na hapit talaga. Maliit at masikip sobra yung short na yun. Hapit na hapit nga yung lusutan ng paa sa hita ko at medyo nakakapit na sa puwet ko yun. Labas na labas naman yung garter ng briefs ko dahil maikli yung short sa ibabaw.Kaya kitang kita na yung suot kong briefs ay kulay puti na Playboy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Kung tuusin parang ang tinakpan ko na lang sa suot kong iyon ay yung ari ko at yung pwet ko. Medyo nakabukol sa harap ng shorts ko yung titi ko kasi libog na libog ako ng mga oras na iyon. Kung di nga lang dumating itong lalaking ito, nagjakol na ako sa kwarto ko. Nahihirapan nga akong tumayo kasi naiipit siya ng masikip kong shorts. Talagang bukol na bukol ang ari ko. Banat na banat na yung shorts na suot ko. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Magpapacarwash ako.” Sabi ng lalaki. “Sige po sir”, ang sabi ko. Nakatayo lang yung lalaki sa gilid habang ako naman ay inuumpisahan ko nang kunin yung mga gamit tulad ng iskoba, timba, hose at yung sabon. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Buti 24 hours kayo dito. Akala ko nga di na ako makakapagcarwash e.” Sabi niya habang sinasabon ko na yung kotse niya. Sabi ko, ”Kami lang po yung 24 hours dito sa kalye dito. Buti napadaan kayo dito.” “Ah, sabi kasi ng kabarkada ko, meron raw dito kaya hinanap ko. Nagpa-carwash na rin ata siya rito dati kaya alam niya.” Sabi niya. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;”Sir gabing-gabi na bakit ngayon ka nagpacarwash. Pwede naman bukas.” tanong ko. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Gagamitin kasi ng utol ko bukas ng umaga. Malamang pag-uwi ko ngayon matutulog na ako at tanghali na ako magigising, di ko na malilinis bukas bago gamitin ng utol ko. Baka magalit yung sakin. Lalabas pa naman sila ng syota niya.” sabi niya. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Paminsan minsan sinusulyapan ko siya sa likod ko para makita kung ano yung ginagawa niya. Titig na titig siya sa akin habang nililinis yung kotse niya. Minsan nahuli ko siyang nakatingin sa pwet ko. Tinitingnan niya siguro yun tattoo ko dun. Hindi nga ako nagkamali, yun nga yung tinitingnan niya. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Ang ganda ng tattoo mo diyan sa likod mo ha? Hanggang pwet ba yan?” Tanong niya. Natatakpan kasi ng brief ko yung ibang parte ng tattoo kaya kala niya buong pwet. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sabi ko, “Hindi naman, hanggang dito lang.” Sabay turo ng kamay ko. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Lumapit siya sa akin para makitang mabuti. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Pwedeng hawakan?” Tanong niya. Sabi ko naman,”sige ok lang pare.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Naramdaman ko yung malambot niyang kamay sa likuran ko. Hinahaplos haplos niya yun. Medyo naginit ako dahil nakakalibog yung paghaplos niya. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Pwede ko bang makita yung natatakpan?” Tanong niya. Sabi ko, “Sige pare baba mo lang yung garter ng brief ko. Ikaw na magbaba kasi may sabon yung kamay ko.” Sabi ko naman. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Naramdaman kong hinatak niya pababa muna yung shorts ko tapos yung garter ng brief ko. Medyo nasaktan ako dahil naipit yung ari ko sa harap. Pinasok niya yung kamay niya sa may brief ko. Nahahawakan na niya yung pwet ko. Nakakalibog talaga yung ginagawa niya. Napakislot tuloy yung ari ko sa harap at naramdaman kong naninigas na naman ito. Nagulat ako sa sarili ko dahil di naman ako dating nalilibugan sa lalaki. Pero kakaiba itong lalaking ito. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Pare ako nga pala si Paul. Ikaw?” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Ivan pare Ivan.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Ah Ivan.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Medyo nahahalata kong lalo pa niyang binababa yung shorts at brief ko kaya tumingin ako sa harapan ko baka kasi lumabas na yung bulbol ko, medyo malapit pa naman dun yung garter ng brief ko kanina. May lumabas na ngang ilang bulbol sa baba ng pagkakababa niya. Maya maya, tinigilan niya na at binalik yung brief at short ko. Pero di niya inayos yung pagkakabalik masyado kaya medyo parang uncomfortable feeling ko pero ok pa rin naman. Lumipat ako sa kabilang side ng kotse kaya naman nakikita ko na siya. Sinusulyap sulyapan ko siya paminsan minsan. Nahuhuli ko siyang minsan nakatingin sa katawan ko, minsan sa mukha ko, minsan sa harapan ko. Lalo tuloy akong tinitigisan sa kanya dahil medyo pilyo siya. Babanlawan ko na yung kotse kaya kinuha ko yung hose at sinimulan kong buksan ang gripo. Nakalimutan kong yung bunganga pala ng hose e nasa ibabaw nung kotse kaya nung pagbukas ko, tumama yung tubig kay Paul. Malakas pa naman yung daloy ng tubig kaya basang basa si Paul. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;”Naku Sir Paul sori talaga, di ko sinasadya.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;”Ok lang, nabasa na ako e.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;”Sir sori talaga.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Basang basa si Paul talaga. Para siyang naligo sa ulan. Lalong humapit yung polo shirt niyang puti sa katawan niya. Maya maya nakita ko si Paul na hinuhubad yung polo niya. Napatingin ako sa katawan niya at nang-init ako dahil ang maskulado nito. Pagtingin ko ulit, sinasampay niya yung polo niya sa may kable sa likuran niya. Maya maya, tinatanggal na niya yung sinturon niya, binaba yung zipper at hinubad yung pantalon. Napamura ako sa sarili ko ng makita ko yung brief niya. Kulay puti iyon at sobrang nipis ng tela kaya kitang kita yung titi niya. Umbok na umbok iyon at sa tingin ko half-erected na iyon. Medyo malaki sa palagay ko. Sinampay niya yung pantalon niya at natira sa kanya ay yung itim niyang socks at rubber shoes. Nagulantang ako nang tumalikod siya sa akin para isampay ang pantalon niya dahil labas na labas ang pwet nito. Sobrang tambok at ang kinis talaga. Parang pwet ng sanggol. Lalo akong nalibugan. Di ko mapigil sarili ko kaya parang gusto ko munang pumunta sa kwarto at magbayo. Iniwas ko yung tingin ko sa pwet niya nang humarap siya sa akin. Sumusulyap sulyap ako sa kanya at talaga namang nakakalibog yung titi niyang parang gustong makawala sa manipis niyang brief. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Patapos na akong magcarwash. Last washing na lang kaya kinuha ko yung isa pang timba na nasa tabi ni Paul. Yumuko ako para kunin iyon. May inayos pa ako kaya napatagal ang pagkakayuko. Pag-unat ko ng katawan ko, di ko namalayan na ang lapit lapit ko pala kay Paul kaya nasagi ng likod ko yung ari niya. Ramdam na ramdam ko ang tigas at init nito. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Sir naku sorry natamaan ko yung ari niyo. Di ko sinasadya. Sorry talaga.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;”Ok lang yun.” Nakangiti niyang sagot. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Ito naman akong gago para di magalit, biniro ko. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Paul, pare, matigas ata yang iyo ngayon ha.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Oo nga e. Taglibog kasi e.” Sabay himas sa ari niya. “Bakit ka naman libog ngayon?” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;”Ewan ko. Dahil siguro sayo, binangga mo kasi e.” Pilyo niyang sagot. Sa loob loob ko, gago tong Paul na to ah. Naghahanap ng gulo. Iniba ko yung usapan para umiwas kunyari. Baka kasi iba naman yung ibig niyang sabihin. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Paul, malaki ata yang ari mo ha!” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Oo naman, malamang magkasing laki lang yung atin.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Napatingin ako sa harapan ko na ngayon ay bakal na sa tigas. Hinawakan ko iyon. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;”Siguro nga..” Sabi ko.”Anong siguro, halata namang de-otso rin yan gaya ng akin e.” Sabi ni Paul. Napatawa ako. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Paano mo naman nalaman na de-otso ako?” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Wala lang, alam ko lang.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Di ako sumagot. Ngumiti lang ako. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Pare alam ko tigas na tigas ka rin e. Libog rin yan. Tangina pare ayan ang ebidensiya o, ang bukol bukol ng harap mo. Di ka ba nahihirapan diyan. Tangina naman kasi pare, anong klaseng shorts ba yang suot mo. Dapat nag brief ka na lang e.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;”Oo nga tol e. Taglibog din ako ngayon e. Kanina pa nga ako tinitigasan eh.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;”Gusto mo magpalabas tayo ng libog?” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Paano?” Inosente kong tanong. Inosente naman talaga ako e. Hanggang pagjajakol lang ang alam ko. Lumapit siya sa akin at hinawakan niya yung ulo ko. Sinimulan niya akong halikan. Nag-init agad ako. Una di ako gumaganti. Hinahayaan ko lang siya. Ang galing niyang humalik. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Tangina pare di mo to malilimutan. Di mo ba alam na kanina pa ako nalilibugan sayo. Ivan pare putangina mo, pinatigas mo tong titi ko, lagot ka sakin putangina ka.” Sabi ni Paul na humihingal hingal &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;na. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Hinalikan niya ulit ako. Dahil sa sinabi niyang yun. Nag-init ako at gumanti na ako. Naglalaglab ang halikan namin. Nageespadahan na ang mga dila namin. Tulo ng tulo ang mga laway namin. Nagsisipsipan kami ng laway. Di na ako makahinga sa sagupaan ng aming mga labi. Parang sabik na sabik siya sa ginagawa niya. Dinuduldol niya yung mukha ko sa mukha niya. Tinigilan niya ang labi ko. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Dinilaan niya ang buong mukha ko, ang ilong ko. Pisngi ko. Tenga ko. Maya maya sa leeg ko na siya humahalik. Pababa sa dibdib ko. Tinaas niya yung isang kamay ko at sinipsip ang bulbol ko sa kilikili. “Putangina ang bango mo. Ang dami ng buhok mo dito. Malamang marami rin sa titi mo. Di na ako makapaghintay.” Sabi ni Paul na talaga namang mababahid mong sabik na sabik siya sa katawan ko. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Dumako siya sa utong ko. Talagang sinipsip niya yun na parang may lalabas ngang gatas. Hawak hawak ko na yung ulo niya at minumudmod ko sa utong ko. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Paul ang galing mo, sige pa, Paul.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Oo Ivan, oo Ivan, Putangina ka!” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Paul, sige pa, Paul, putangina mo, ang galing mo.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Ivan, virgin ka pa ba sa lalaki?”&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Oo Paul.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Putangina ka, lalo akong ginanahan sayo. Babasagin ko yang pagkabirhen mo. Humanda ka hindot ka.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;”Paul be gentle, tangina pare di ako sanay sa ganito!!!” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Don’t worry Ivan, I’ll be very gentle.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Maya maya bumaba na siya sa tiyan ko hanggang sa pusod ko. Ginalugad niya iyon ng dila niya. Natatamaan na ng titi ko yung leeg ni Paul. Nararamdaman niyang kumikislot iyon sa loob ng shorts ko. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Putanginang titi yan, kinikiliti pa ang leeg ko. Humanda ka ngayon!” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Kinagat kagat ni Paul yung shorts ko. Ginamit niya yung ngipin niya para matanggal yung butones ng shorts. Binaba niya yung zipper. Hinubad ng ngipin niya yung buong shorts ko at tumambang sa harap niya ang nanggagalit kong titi. Tayong tayo na iyon at tutok na tutok na sa mukha niya. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Putangina Ivan, de-otso ka nga.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Kinagat niya yung ulo ng titi ko na nakatago sa brief ko. Binasa niya iyon ng laway niya at sinipsip sipsip. Di ako nakapagpigil. Hinawakan ko yung ulo niya at diniin ko sa titi ko. Nasubasob yung mukha niya. Diniin ko pa nang diniin. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Putangina Ivan di ka na makapaghintay. Dadahandahanin kita muna hanggang sa tumirik ka na.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Tinuloy niya yung pagkagat sa titi ko sa brief ko. Di na ako mapakali dahil gusto ko ng ilabas yun sa brief ko. Tinigilan niya yun muna at hinalikan ang hita ko hanggang binti ko. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Shit ang balbon mo Ivan!” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Kapwa na kami nakabrief. Tumayo siya at sabi niyang gawin ko rin ang ginawa niya sa akin. Nachallenge tuloy ako. Hinalikan ko siya nang matindi sa labi at nagespadahan ulit kami ng dila. Pinainom niya ako ng laway niya. Ginawa ko rin. Nag-ipon ako ng laway at pinainom ko sa kanya. Hinimod ko ang tenga niya, pisngi, ilong, leeg. Dumako ako sa dibdib niya, binasa ko iyong ng laway tsaka pinunasan ng dila ko ulit. Dinuraan ko yung kilikili niya ng laway tsaka sinipsip yung laway ko ulit. Mura ng mura si Paul ng putangina sa akin. Nilapirot ko yung utong niya. Nangingisay na si Paul sa libog siguro. Ginalugad ko yung pusod niya. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Putangina pilyo rin yang titi mo Paul. Tinutusok yung sa leeg ko!” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Oo Ivan putangina pilyo talaga yan. Tinutusok niyang talaga lahat, pinapasukan lahat ng butas.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Iniwasan ko yung titi niya. Hinalikan ko muna yung hita at binti niya. Tsaka ako bumalik sa harapan niya. Dinuraan ko yung brief niya ng laway ko lalo na doon sa parte kung saan nandun yung ulo ng titi niya. Tapos sinipsip ko ulit. Kinagat ko yung garter ng brief niya at binaba ko iyon unti unti. Hinawakan ko yung matambok niyang pwet para maibaba ko iyon. Pagkatanggal ko ng brief niya, nakaturo ang tigas na tigas na otso niyang batuta. Dinuraan ko ulit yung ulo nun at saka ko sinubo. Pinasok ko sa hiwa ng ulo ng titi niya yung dila ko at ungol siya ng ungol. Hinila niya yung ulo ko at pinatayo niya ako. Hinalikan niya ako para siguro malasahan din yung lasa ng titi niya. Siya naman ang lumuhod at kinagat ang garter ng Playboy ko at binaba iyon. Tumuro ang titi ko sa mukha niya. Inamoy niya muna iyon. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Ang bango!!! Shit!!! Ivan, puta ka! Ang lago ng bulbol mo!” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sinubo niya yung buo. Di iyon magkasya sa bibig niya. Pero pilit siya ng pilit. Sinisikipan niya yung labi niya kaya naman lalo akong nag-init. Tinigilan niya ito. Tumayo siya at pumunta sa likod ko. Naramdaman kong tumusok yung titi niya sa likod ko. Hinawakan niya yung titi ko at jinakol niya nang dahan dahan. Naghalikan kami. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Binuksan niya ang pinto ng kotse niya sa likod at nauna siyang pumasok sa likod. Humiga siya. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Ivan halika, 69 tayo.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Ano yun?” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Basta halika putangina ka.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Pagpasok ko ng kotse pinaikot niya ako at pinapatong niya ako sa kanya. Tumapat sa mukha ko yung titi niya at sa mukha naman niya yung titi ko. Sinimulan ko siyang tsupain. Siya naman hinawakan niya yung pwet ko at tinaas baba niya ang pwet ko para bagang kinakantot ko yung bunganga niya. Mayamaya, tinulak niya ako na nahulog ako sa sahig nung kotse. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Palit naman tayo!” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Nasa sahig ako nung kotse at di ako makagalaw masyado dahil ang sikip. Nang humiga siya sa katawan ko, sinubo ko agad yung titi niya at kinantot naman niya yung bunganga ko. Tsinupa naman niya ako. Tapos nun, tumayo siya at lumabas ng kotse, tinulungan niya akong makalabas. Binuksan niya yung drivers door at binaba niya yung upuan. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Kantutin mo ko, Ivan.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Paano?” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Pinauna niya ako at pinaupo sa driver’s seat. Tsinupa niya ako at naramdaman kong nababasa ako masyado ng laway niya. Naglalaway yung titi ko nung inalis niya yung bibig niya. Tapos ginapang niya ako hanggang sa dumikit yung butas ng pwet niya sa ulo ng titi ko. Inupuan niya ito dahan dahan habang pinipilit ipasok yung ulo ng titi ko. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Ivan, fuck me, Ivan, fuck me, Ivan fuck me.” Paulit ulit niyang sinasabi. Ang sikip ng butas niya at ang init sa loob. Lalo akong ginanahan. Tumutulo sa dibdib at mukha ko ang pawis ni Paul. Hirap na hirap niyang pinapasok ang titi ko sa butas niya. Mura siya ng mura habang umuungol ako sa sarap. Hanggang sa naipasok niya ito ng buong buo. Maya maya sumasayaw na si Paul sa harapan ko. Taas baba siya habang ako, pinipilit kong isaksak yung titi ko pa at kantutin pa siya ng kantutin. Basang basa kami ng pawis sa ginagawa namin. Walang tigil ang ginagawa ni Paul. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Jakolin mo ako Ivan.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Hinawakan ko yung titi niya at jinakol ko yun habang ako nama’y pinipilit bumangon habang tumataas siya para makantot ko pa yung loob niya. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Paul, lalabasan na ako. Shit...” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Sige sabay tayo. Bilisan mo pa yung pagjakol mo.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Oo Paul ayan.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Huwag mong huhugutin, sa loob ka magpasabog.” Maya-maya lang..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Ayan na ako Paul, shit lalabasan na ako!!!” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Ako rin Ivan, ayan na ang tamod ko....ayan na... tamod ko...”&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Nilabasan ako sa loob ng butas ni Paul. Tumalsik sa dibdib ko at mukha ko yung tamod ni Paul. Ang dami sobra. Habang nilalabasan ako, di pa rin tumitigil sa Paul sa kakaindak sa titi ko kaya parang piniga niya yung titi ko sa tamod. Hinalikan niya yung dibdib ko at kinain yung tamod niya. Tapos ay hinalikan niya ako, yun pala papatikim niya yung tamod niya sa akin kaya naghati kami ng tamod na nasa loob ng bibig niya. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Mga 10 minutes kaming di gumagalaw sa posisyong iyon. Di pa rin hinuhugot ni Paul yung titi ko sa butas niya. Magkatapat yung labi namin pero di na kami naghahalikan. Nakatunganga lang kami dahil sa pagod. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Pagkatapos ng 10 minutes, lumabas na kami sa kotse. Kinuha ko yung hose at naligo kami sa tabi ng kotse niya. Pinaliguan niya ako at pinaliguan ko rin siya. Pagkatapos maligo, niyaya ko siya sa kwarto ko para doon na magbihis. Pagpasok sa kwarto ko ay kapwa kami hubo’t hubad. Hinalikan niya ulit ako. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Ako naman ang kakantot sayo! Putangina ka kala mo tapos na noh!” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Pinatuwad niya ako at nakapatong ang katawan ko sa kama ko habang siya naman ay nasa likod ko. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Ido-dog style kita Ivan. Tangina ka, kayanin mo tong mola ko ha. Kinaya ko yung titi mo!” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sinimulan niya akong kantutin. Jinakol niya ako habang kinakantot niya ako. Mura siya ng mura at ako naman ay napapaiyak sa sakit. Pero di ko rin maramdaman masyado dahil naghahalo ang sarap ng pagjajakol niya at ang mainit na pagdila niya sa likod ko. Napakabrutal niya. Ayun, maya maya nilabasan na siya sa loob ko at nilabasan ako sa pagjajakol niya. Inipon niya sa kamay niya yung tamod ko. Pinunas niya iyo sa utong ko at utong niya. Inuna niyang halikan yung utong ko hanggang sa maubos yung tamod ko sa utong ko. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Tikman mo yun tamod ko – ang tamis!!!” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Hinalikan ko yung utong niya na punong puno ng tamod ko. Ngayon lang ako nakatikim ng tamod ko. Masarap pala. Nagbihis na kami. Hiningi niya yung brief at short na suot ko at sabi niyang remembrance daw niya mula sa akin. Hiningi ko rin yung brief niya kaya nagpantalon siyang walang brief. Palit kami. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Hayaan mo Ivan, mauulit ito. Lagi ako dito magpapa-carwash.” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“Oo ba, sige, ready ako. Basta ikaw!” &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;At simula lang iyon ng mas marami pang pagtatalik namin... &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;---&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh anong say nyo mga kakusa... divah vonnga.. hala palit na kayo ng shontiliner evahhh.. alam ko namang na-Victor Basa kayo dyan... aminin... hehehe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;powered by &lt;a href='http://performancing.com/firefox'&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-5305619759906497426?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/5305619759906497426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=5305619759906497426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/5305619759906497426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/5305619759906497426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/03/carwash.html' title='CARWASH...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-8961117393038856393</id><published>2007-03-14T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T03:06:19.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay-Guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Gay Guy's Guide to LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;The Dos, Don'ts, and Definite Maybes of &lt;i&gt;DATING AND MATING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;a Book by &lt;b&gt;KEN HANES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RfeJpTwNElI/AAAAAAAAAXI/LDnUYP1Y1Ag/s1600-h/Gay+guide.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RfeJpTwNElI/AAAAAAAAAXI/LDnUYP1Y1Ag/s200/Gay+guide.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041649650634658386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part I&lt;br /&gt;PREPARING FOR IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;1. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; First of all. BELIEVE. Love is possible. Even J.Edgar Hoover had a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;2. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Let's start with pep talk.  So you've been single forever and a day.  So you've had more breakups than Liz Taylor.  So the mere thought of another rejection makes you queasy.  That's your past.  Don't drive by staring into the rear view mirror.  Watch the road ahead.  Refuse to let the past crowd out the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;3. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Maybe today is the first day of the rest of your life.  If love doesn't deserve optimism, what does? Aim for realistic optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;4. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; If your belief waivers, remember your relationship role models - those couples whose relationships you respect and admire.  &lt;i&gt;(If you don;t have any role models, find some.  Check out Making Love Visible by Geoff Manasse &amp; Jean Swallow for inspiration.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;5. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Let's get the number one &lt;i&gt;cliche &lt;/i&gt;out of the way.  You must learn to love yourself as a gay man.  If you don't, how can you truly love another man who's gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;6.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Even notice how the shit-mean and piss-angry guys who admire Howard Stern are usually single?  Most men like who are happy, open, and life-affirming.  So adjust your attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;7.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Love is not open-heart surgery, though it can feel like it sometimes. Lighten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;8.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Stop making excuses.  Stop blaming others.  All men are not creeps.  The good ones are not all taken.  You're not the only decent, single gay guy left on the entire planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;9.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Being single is not a fault, so no &lt;i&gt;mea culpa self-flagellation&lt;/i&gt;.  Besides, the most guys don't find bruises - physical or emotional - too attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;10. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;Love is an emotion, not a game.  If you want to play a game, try five-card stud.  You can buff to heart's desire without giving the other guy a heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;11.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Soften up a little.  If you're skin too tough.  Cupid's arrow will bounce right off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;12.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;  Don't fall fr these despicable, pernicious, malevolent, heinous, and generally wacko myths about gay love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Myth&lt;/span&gt;: Gay love is wong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Reality&lt;/span&gt;: Love is love - gay, non-gay, or in between. Don't let parents, priests, politicians, the press, or your psyche tell you differently.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Myth&lt;/span&gt;: Gay relationships threaten family values.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Reality&lt;/span&gt;: Gay couples are families who do or do not embody family values just like straight couples.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Myth&lt;/span&gt;: Gay relationships don't last because homosexual mean are constitutionally unable to couple successfully.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Reality&lt;/span&gt;: One, plenty do last.  The world is filled with gay couples who have been together twenty, thirty, forty, or more years.  Two, the only thing gay male couples are constitutionally unable to do same as heterosexual couples is have babies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;13.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Postscript to the above myths.  Pardon a little ranting: When a straight couple's relationship fails, it's because of his/her drinking, inability to commit, infidelity, and so on.  In other words, a straight couple's relationship fails because of personal flaws, not because its participants are heterosexual. But when gay relationship fails, "they" say it's because gay relationships inherently can't work.  Call this double standard what it is: a crock of homophobic crap.  End of rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;14.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; "If only I had a lover, my life would be perfect. "Don't believe it.  A lover is not a panacea".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;15.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Go to Tiffany (or your local equivalent) and beeline it to the most expensive gem in the joint.  Look hard and long at it - that's what "perfection" looks like.  Then, accept  that the chance of finding a perfect man is about the same as owning that rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;16.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Make a Magic Wish List of all the qualities you'd want in your perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;17.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Realize that it'd require a miracle to find a man with every quality on your Wish List.  The more qualities on your must-have list, the fewer the men who will qualify.  So shred, burn, flash, bury, recycle, or otherwise dispose of the list of what you &lt;i&gt;must have&lt;/i&gt; in a boyfriend.  Successful love,  by definition, is flexible.  This doesn't mean you can't have restrictions or be selective.  it means: BE OPEN-MINDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;18.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Sure, you have an Ideal Physical Type.  But types are fantasies, and solid love must be grounded in reality and compatibility.  Expecting reality to measure up your fantasy is a recipe for disaster.  So don't allow your ideal physical type to limit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;19.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Some guys only want men who measure up to the hunk standards of GQ, Men's Fitness, or International Male.  These guys play a lot of solitaire.  Be realistic in your expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;20.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Go back to your Magic Wish List of what you want in a lover.  (Yes, the one shredded, burned, flushed, buried, recycled, or otherwise disposed of.)  Now, work on those qualities in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;21.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Pump up for love.  This has nothing to do with body musculature.  It means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;22.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Master the basics of grooming like clipping your nose hairs, scrapping the dirt out from under your fingernails, and washing your pits before your roommate needs a gas mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;23.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Wear clothing that helps you feel good about yourself.  Look your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;24.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Don't take your body for granted.  You can't love or make love without it.  Get physically in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;25.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; If you don't want people to judge you only on your physical appearance, let your inner self shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;26.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Practice a pleasant, friendly, non-leering smile, and use it frequently.  Smile with your eyes, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;27.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Hone your conversations skill.  But don't chatter to fill up space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;28.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Master communication skills.  Whether you're with a long-term partner or one-hour stand, they are essential.  For instance:  He eats garlic like candy. Kissing him makes you want to puke.  Instead of locking your lips and sulking, express your dislike of garlic. He moderates his intake or buys industrial strength Listerine.  Your makeout sessions return to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;29.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Expand your interests.  Men are interested in interesting men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;30.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Develop humor. People not only love to laugh, they often love those who make them laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;31.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Flirting is an art.  Ask some friend who's a master flirter for lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;32.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Try to be low maintenance.  High maintenance boyfriends often lose out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;33.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; As species go, human are a fairly dysfunctional lot.  So you'll either  have to find a man whose neuroses are compatible with you own, or get more emotionally healthy.  How's relationship going to be healthy if the participants aren't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;34.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; If you think (or friends suggest) self-sabotage might be your m.o., work to get over it.  What's the point of looking for love if you're going to destroy whatever you find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;35.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Find help if you need it. If you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;have an alcohol or drug problem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dislike yourself for being ugly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;are having unsafe sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't think you're worthy of love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;are scared of getting close to another mane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling guilty after having sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;were sexually abused as a child&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are intensely and irrational jealous or needy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are abusive toward others, physically or emotionally&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are a sex addict&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Don't wait until you're dating or in a relationship to begin working on those problems.  Start now.  Find a therapist.  Try a twelve-step program.  Hook into a support group.  Read book.  Talk to friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;36.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Be out.  Being in the closet  means not letting people know you really are.  Some of those people will be other gay men.  Then less out you are, the fewer gay men you'll meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;37.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Develop sex-positive attitude.  This means accepting that sex is human and healthy, not sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;38.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Learn how to forgive.  Any man you meet will one day need your forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;39.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Prepare yourself for love isn't enough.  Prepare society, too. Work for a world in which your love is valued, accepted, and supported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;40.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Kick society's homophobic butt when you have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;41.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Whether or not you'd like to get married one day, support the movement to&lt;br /&gt;legalize same-gender relationships so that those who want to have the option can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;42.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Ignore what the Pope says about homosexual love.  He doesn't know anything about it.  And even he does, he shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;43.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Pay no attention to love song lyrics.  Popular music is possibly the biggest proponent of dysfunctional loving on the planet.  All those "I'll die without my man," "My life ain't nothin' without my baby," and "You're the only thing that gets my tied old buns out of bed in the morning" songs are nothing to model your love after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;44.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Help build a healthy gay community, not only out of altruism, but because you and your partner will benefit from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;45.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Be a storyteller. It's an ancient and revered position in any clan.  We need men in successful relationship to tell us their stories, of how they weathered bad times and good, just as our great-grandparents told our grandparents, who told our parents, who told our parents.  Carry on the tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;46.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Continue preparing for love, even after you've found it.  Preparing is a lifetime job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watch out for Part 2: Looking for it&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-8961117393038856393?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/8961117393038856393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=8961117393038856393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/8961117393038856393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/8961117393038856393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/03/gay-guys-guide-to-love.html' title='The Gay Guy&apos;s Guide to LOVE'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RfeJpTwNElI/AAAAAAAAAXI/LDnUYP1Y1Ag/s72-c/Gay+guide.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-2435903310192511228</id><published>2007-03-09T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T15:58:45.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vatican'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saints'/><title type='text'>Homo Santos: Saints Sergius and Bacchus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;original post of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;khalelian.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;; 03-08-2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YT7U-gY9h0g/Rez4lTD5r8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/eAJRdQ58-jw/s400/sergius_bacchus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 381px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YT7U-gY9h0g/Rez4lTD5r8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/eAJRdQ58-jw/s400/sergius_bacchus2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Saints Sergius and Bacchus were two Roman soldiers and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; As John Boswell has shown recently they were invoked repeatedly in the middle ages in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;blessing of ceremonies of union for couples of the same sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. They were arrested and humiliated for being Christians. Bacchus was killed first, and then a few days later, Sergius. Their joint "passion" calls them "erastoi" - that is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"erotic lovers",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and after he died, Bacchus offers himself to Sergius as the prize for Sergius' martyrdom. The female clothes they were forced to wear may have been an early example of gay baiting. (One thing that cannot be found among the saints is a male saint who voluntarily adopted women's clothes). Their cult was one of the most intense in the eastern Mediterranean, with a huge pilgrimage site at Sergiopolis (Rusapha). The passage following, translated from the earliest passion by John Boswell, recounts Sergius' laments after Bacchus' death, and Bacchus appearance to him, promising himself as the prize of martyrdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from The Passion of St. Sergius and Bacchus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Meanwhile the blessed Serge, deeply distressed and heartsick over the loss of Bacchus, wept and cried out, "No longer, brother and fellow soldier, will we chant together, 'Behold, how good an pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!' You have been unyoked from me and gone up to heaven, leaving me alone on earth, bereft, without comfort." After he uttered these things, the same night the blessed Bacchus suddenly appeared to him with a face as radiant as an angel's, wearing an officer's uniform, and spoke to him. "Why do you grieve and mourn, brother? If I have been taken up from you in body, I am still with you in the bond of union, chanting and reciting, "I will run the way of thy commandments, when thou hast enlarged my heart.' Hurry up then, yourself, brother, through beautiful and perfect confession to pursue and obtain me, when finishing the course. For the crown of justice for me is with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feastday, formerly 7 October; "cults suppressed in 1969" (The Book of Saints, 505).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-2435903310192511228?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/2435903310192511228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=2435903310192511228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2435903310192511228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2435903310192511228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/03/homo-santos-saints-sergius-and-bacchus.html' title='Homo Santos: Saints Sergius and Bacchus'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YT7U-gY9h0g/Rez4lTD5r8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/eAJRdQ58-jw/s72-c/sergius_bacchus2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-7967963458529147255</id><published>2007-02-27T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T16:16:40.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Capt. Corelli defines LOVE as...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Captain Corelli's Mandolin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-7967963458529147255?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/7967963458529147255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=7967963458529147255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/7967963458529147255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/7967963458529147255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/02/capt-corelli-defines-love-as.html' title='Capt. Corelli defines LOVE as...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-7712642361637088655</id><published>2007-02-27T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T15:44:10.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Book of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peter Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Original Motion Picture Soundtrack - &lt;i&gt;Shall We Dance&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The book of love is long and boring&lt;br /&gt;No one can lift the damn thing&lt;br /&gt;It's full of charts and facts some figures&lt;br /&gt;And instructions for dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I...&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you read to me&lt;br /&gt;And you...&lt;br /&gt;You can read me anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book of love has music in it&lt;br /&gt;In fact that's where music comes from&lt;br /&gt;Some of it is just transcendental&lt;br /&gt;Some of it is just really dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I...&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you sing to me&lt;br /&gt;And you...&lt;br /&gt;You can sing me anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book of love is long and boring&lt;br /&gt;And written very long ago&lt;br /&gt;It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes&lt;br /&gt;And things we're all too young to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I...&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you give me things&lt;br /&gt;And you...&lt;br /&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I...&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you give me things&lt;br /&gt;And you...&lt;br /&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I...&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you give me things&lt;br /&gt;And you...&lt;br /&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;br /&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Love this soundtrack. I was so touched &amp; emotional watching the scene where this song is being played &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ia.ec.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/24/06/68m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 158px;" src="http://ia.ec.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/24/06/68m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when Richard Gere asks his wife Susan Sarandon in the mall,...&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The Scenario...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;RG : Will you dance with me? &lt;handing&gt;&lt;/handing&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;SS : Here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;RG : Yes, here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;SS : But I don't know how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;RG : Common! You've been dancing with me for the past 15 years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... very romantic scene, I was crying the whole time they're dancing, hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Shall We Dance" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0358135/photogallery" name="poster"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;If you want to Listen to a clip of this song &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B0006213IU001010/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_010/105-6092352-2565259"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;, you must have a Windows Media Player 9.0  ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-7712642361637088655?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/7712642361637088655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=7712642361637088655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/7712642361637088655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/7712642361637088655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/02/book-of-love.html' title='The Book of Love'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-327754378116499194</id><published>2007-02-26T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T01:27:41.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mga Naganap'/><title type='text'>Basted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Hay naku feeling ng lola mo ngayon na basted... Hahahaha... totoo mga ka kusa kong julamang dagat... Medyo mellodramatic ala jurtista me ngayon... It's not actually "basted" yong term, kasi dehins naman me ng courtesan sa menchu,.. its just na he is one of my long time kras and then we finally had a chance to become close with each other, let's call him Kyut2 (kasi yan ang tawag ko sa kanya pag super txtng kami), he open himself to me (hmmmm, alam ko na yong pinag-iiisip nyo dyan, mali po), he actually take me out of confusion about him, and let me be a part of his "kapamilya"... Jukalain nyo na mang iinvite ketch sa group date nila ng kanyang superclose friends (nong Valentines)... and wendang na wendang ako kasi naman mga bisexuals pala sila, akalain nyo namang may mga girlfriends sila as in with an "s" tapos yong mga jusapan namin eh puro julakis.... hahaha.... talo aketch... super inuman ng berannggu at gin sa isang haus at sa magz bar dito... loka kez pero keri pa naman... &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Matapos ang inuman session namin sa sasakyan eh yong isang friednship nila eh super juldinghand kez, eh super shokers naman akech... pero ok lang, cute naman siya... and before ako bumaba, eh talagang hingi-an potrion ng cp number na... givs naman me... To make the story short... 'till now we're texting... chika doon chika dito, na kesyu like niya ko, o love naman.... manligaw ba... pero di ko panaman sinasagot kasi mahirap na... wala pa naman akong nafefeel sa kanya (haba ng hair ko...)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Yong ikinasasad ko ngayon eh, super palitan kami ng mga sms at biglang naging topic namin about love.... at yong kinalabasan, eh we can't be together kasi wala raw kaming spark... hahaha! basted na talaga... di panga nag starting line ang courtesan eh wala na... ewan ko ba, vahhkit... hehehe... pero til now eh nagtetext parin siya sakin ng kung ano-ano... hehe weird noh... abangan nalang natin kung ano ang susunod...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt; &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;powered by &lt;a href='http://performancing.com/firefox'&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-327754378116499194?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/327754378116499194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=327754378116499194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/327754378116499194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/327754378116499194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/02/basted.html' title='Basted...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-7077476484560749834</id><published>2007-02-16T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T19:18:43.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Ka-dramahan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Ang mga henyo, nauubusan ng sagot. Ang malulungkot, sumasaya. Ang matitigas, lumalambot. (At tumitigas din ang mga bagay na madalas nama’y malambot.) Nakakatawa talaga. Lalo na kapag dumadating siya sa mga taong ayaw na talaga magmahal. Napansin ko nga eh. Parang kung gusto mo lang ma-in-love ulit, sabihin mo lang ang magic words na “Ayoko na ma-inlove!” biglang WACHA! Ayan na siya. Nang-aasar. Magpapaasar ka naman."&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;“  We are all stars; and we deserve the right to twinkle.  ” Marylin Monroe&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;powered by &lt;a href='http://performancing.com/firefox'&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-7077476484560749834?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/7077476484560749834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=7077476484560749834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/7077476484560749834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/7077476484560749834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/02/ka-dramahan.html' title='Ka-dramahan...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-4778819560332510869</id><published>2007-02-14T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T00:06:39.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentines!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;Happy Valentines!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;powered by &lt;a href='http://performancing.com/firefox'&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-4778819560332510869?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/4778819560332510869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=4778819560332510869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/4778819560332510869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/4778819560332510869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentines!'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-7624964366333590055</id><published>2007-02-13T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:09:32.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sulat-Pagibig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Mga Nota ng Pag-ibig ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Mga shofatid kung taga-&lt;i&gt;victorbasa, &lt;/i&gt;mala poet din ditech and drama nitong &lt;i&gt;mayjuri&lt;/i&gt; ng notebook... avah di lang puno ng &lt;i&gt;sulat-syog-ibig&lt;/i&gt; eh, may mga notang syog-ibig &lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color='#c0c0c0'&gt;(ay! di yan yong inaakala nyo, talagang notes yan, hahaha)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt; pa syang knows... &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;In timing lang sa celebration ng ARAW NG MGA PUSO... oh! divah sosyal!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;---&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Pero ayoko yong ugali niya before...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Pero okay lang yon at least "Love" ko siya ngayon...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Nag promise siya sa akin na, hindi raw niya gagawin sakin, pero parang ayokong maniwala, kasi yong mga boys na ngayon,... diyos ko!... di na pwedeng pagtiwalaan...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Pero promise ko sa self ko na pagtitiwalaan ko siya, that's b'coz LOVE ko siya...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Alam niyo inis na inis talaga ako if meron siyang kausap na iba, or kasabay na iba or whatever pa jan... gusto kung sabunutan ng kilay...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Naku... yong iba naman nagpipina-cute "diyos ko po!"... kahit alaman nila may jowa na yong guy... gosh!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Selos na Selos talaga ako "Swear"&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Pero andiyan lang yan sa jowa ko, if magpapadala siya sa iba na umaali-aligid sa kanya...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Parang gusto ko na siyang itali sa beywang ko, kung pwede lang, gosh! nong una pa sana... Why not..?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Madalas kainis itong bheby ko, alam niyo, madalas nagbibiro siya, Pero yong biro niya... naku..! nakaka-hurt, PROMISE...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Iba yong feelings ko sa kanya, kaysa sa mga iba kung nagdaang mga guys...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Hanip ito... Pare... Kakaiba,,, as in ibang-iba...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Kaso nga lang, ang problema dito, parang di siya seryoso, at parang may iba siyang nilalandian... NARARAMDAMAN KO YON...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Gusto ko palagi siya anjan sa tabi ko... binabantayan, pero papaano..? Kung pwede lang dito na lang sa bahay siya tumira... Why not? para at least alam ko yong pinag-gagagawa niya...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;You know what..? I really love this guy... but, I didn't know if he is sincere...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I never expect bhe, that one day we're going to know each other... Oo nga naman, sino ang nakakaalam..? But know what..? You're one of the persons that I won't forget..! If you really love the person, show it..! It will be sweeter than telling it. But if you don't love the person anymore, just tell it na maaga pa..! It will be better than showing it... &lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font color='#c0c0c0'&gt;(Ano ba yan maloka akech dito...)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Hirap pala mainlove diba? Un bang buhay mo ibibigay mo para sa mahal mo... Pero bakit minsan kung sino pa yong mahal na mahal mo... Siya pa ang magpapahirap sayo..? Bakit ganon... &lt;font color='#c0c0c0'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;(Echoz! kadramahan factor 102)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Bheby,,, simple lang wish ko, yong di mo na ako iiwan masaya tayo palagi at maging super close ba tayo at tumagal habambuhay lovelife natin... Yon lang wish ko, simple pero... mahalaga para sa akin bhe...&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font color='#c0c0c0'&gt; (Kadramahan 103, hahaha)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sana bhe mabasa mo itong mga isinulat kko sa note na ito para maramdaman mo kung gaano ka kahalaga sa akin... Hindi ko man ito masabi in personal kasi nahihiya ako at kung sabihin ko sayo sa personal baka pagtawanan mo lang ako at sabihin mo sa akin &lt;font color='#c0c0c0'&gt;&lt;i&gt;"ok ka la, bangin nakaturog ka pa, pagmata!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;small&gt;("ok kalang, baka natutulog ka pa, gumising ka na!")&lt;/small&gt; at tatawa ka na lang bigla, see, napahiya tuloy ako... gosh, makaarawod ha publiko &lt;small&gt;(nakakahiya sa publiko)&lt;/small&gt;... &lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font color='#c0c0c0'&gt;(eh di sana linagyan ng address ng maipadala, hehehe)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sorry pala, bhe if napaiyak ka nung isang night... kasi ikaw naman oh, tinatanong kita, at sumasagot ka naman hindi muna nagtatanong sa'kin if para san ba yong tanong ko... &lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font color='#c0c0c0'&gt;(Say ko? eh vakit kafa nagshonong, ahahahaha)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color='#c0c0c0'&gt;at class may &lt;big&gt;message&lt;/big&gt; portion pa siya...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;The faith we share makes love me share special to me and makes our life together so much rich and meaningful. I love the way were grown together &lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color='#c0c0c0'&gt;(ano kayo... HALAMAN!, hehe)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt; becoming even closer as we nourish our love &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color='#c0c0c0'&gt;&lt;small&gt;(taray!)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; for each other our faith is a wonderful part of our relationship and I'm so thankful to be sharing life with you. &lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color='#c0c0c0'&gt;(ANO RAW! hehe)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sometimes I like to be alone but, he is in my heart and to be imagine all the way... &lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font color='#c0c0c0'&gt;(ano to commercial break!, hahahah)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and tell him I LOVE HIM a lot, okay,,, &lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font color='#c0c0c0'&gt;(may pa ok ok ka pa dyan...)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;---&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Oh ano say nyo... BAHALA na lang kayo dyan! hehehehe&lt;i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;powered by &lt;a href='http://performancing.com/firefox'&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-7624964366333590055?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/7624964366333590055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=7624964366333590055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/7624964366333590055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/7624964366333590055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/02/mga-nota-ng-pag-ibig.html' title='Mga Nota ng Pag-ibig ...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-2128689323862331176</id><published>2007-02-13T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:13:29.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sulat-Pagibig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A Love Letter?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Napakaboring ng araw ko ngayon... Kagigising ko palang at may I pansin this cute little blue notebook full of stickers... Syempre 'tong lola nyo eh maypaka-&lt;i&gt;fakealamerachinilen&lt;/i&gt;, eh super may I open it first... kaloka... this is a diary, but &lt;i&gt;shonino&lt;/i&gt;? so may I ask my &lt;i&gt;familyrubbing-alcohol&lt;/i&gt;... at ava-ava... wez pagka-knows ever sila kung &lt;i&gt;shonino detich&lt;/i&gt;... so may I read lang muna....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sholiw na shokiw me ng mabasa ko 'sang farte ng &lt;i&gt;dairy creme milk&lt;/i&gt;... Kaloka... isa itong detech sulat-pagibig... vongga... katuwa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hala.. cge basa mga halamang dagat... echoz... may I super insert some commentaries lang para funny... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Chris,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's my bheby &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(vongga super-mega revised the spelling of baby and may I insert letter "H" pa...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;? How's your day?Got tired na? Relax  enjoy your time. ha! ha! ha! got sweet na ang la la love ko, medyo pawis na ba? Anyway,,, kiss muna... tsup... mmmwwwaaahhh... love you bhe! &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(ava napansin nyo ba yong sweet divah dapat sweat, hahaha kaloka... pero taray, may pa tsup at mwah pa etich, talo kez)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I proceed &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(vah! meeting ba eto!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt; to the main topic&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; (talagang meeting na etech)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;. May I remind you please for a couple of minutes? It's just okay for you bhe? &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(diba dapat is it ok ... ah basta diko julamers hahahah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt; Bheby doods... I love you with all my strength, sana lumakas at tumibay pa ang love story natin, at sana walang hadlang sa 'tin, at sana maging seryoso ka naman, dahil ako ang nahihirapan... &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(wow ha ala hercules mettins tong muratsing na detich, at taray! may pagkamartyr effect pa ha...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We inspire each other by our acceptance of who we really are and where we hope to be. Not a chance for it to slip away from my mind the truth that what we have is always worth, wishing to last more than a lifetime.... &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(hahaha corny pero the thought is very sweet divah, kaloka.... kaya nyo ba... yan... hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(hala cge stop muna ako sa mga comments... eka nga ey... BIGYAN NATIN NG CHANS... hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I ever know you and who you are I need to survey from north to south and from south to west and I found out that you are the most ... ohhh!!! &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(ano ba yan di ko mapigilang matawa ever.... di ko makaya to... hahahhaha, ano to compass, may direction? hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt; yun pala, mahilig... hmmm sory to say, "Everytime you granceat me with your eliptical eyes and parabolic lips &lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;(may MATHEMATICS pa ha...)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;, my heart deplic with zero degree infinitively i'd tired physics and english to calculate those crazy thoughts. &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(crazy daw... eh kaloka yong mga terms dyan...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(promise stop na muna yong mga comments... hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? youre were presesnce could have my day brighter and made it special, too. You are the one who frankly; tell me about my weakness and strengths and my thoughts are always beautiful thoughts on you. I am grateful for having you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you because your speacial, your warm loving, tender, kind, I'm strong when I need you to be, you make me laugh away troubles, your always be my side celebrating above all things, helping me overcome my failures and you're someone who inspires me at all the time. And someone i want to spend the rest of my life. You are the most perpendicular be sector of my heart and tranvensal of my soul. I do hope you want to change. Keep this moment as i keep you in my heart. May the lord continue to shower you with this blessings. Be safe and keep the faith always, i will always love you and always will forever more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bheby, lets show to them, come hill or high tide we will be still together holding and embracing each other... &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Kaloka... talaga etech...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you plans for us? &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(ano kakayanin nyo ba 'to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone ever asked me what part of my life you are... I would just have to look at them and smile and say "the best part" the happiness you give to me is something i'll never be able to get enough of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Dito nagtatapos ang salaysay... hahaha... talo pa si Alyssa Alano nito... Pero infairness, I&lt;small&gt; &lt;/small&gt;have to give credit to the person na nagsulat ever nito... Divah, kaloka,... yes very weired, but kung pipilitin mong &lt;i&gt;jentindihins&lt;/i&gt; eh divah sosyal young thoughts niya... talagang &lt;i&gt;enlababo&lt;/i&gt; siya sa &lt;i&gt;menchu&lt;/i&gt; na to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganyan talaga ata yong nagagawa ng jug-ibig ever in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipa dyan nagtatapos, and kabanata... try ko ipost yong mga interesting entries sa &lt;i&gt;notebookelles&lt;/i&gt; na tech... Hala cge hanggang sa susunod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;powered by &lt;a href="http://performancing.com/firefox"&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-2128689323862331176?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/2128689323862331176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=2128689323862331176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2128689323862331176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2128689323862331176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-letter.html' title='A Love Letter?...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-6732114622767027395</id><published>2007-02-13T03:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T03:45:13.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>NASAAN ang (TUNAY NA) Pag-ibig??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;Kadramahan ng mga &lt;i&gt;badinggerzie&lt;/i&gt;, kakatuwa... Hala read! ng maaliw...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;---&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;NASAAN ang (TUNAY NA) Pag-ibig??&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;small&gt;original post of &lt;a href='http://bdinggerzie.blogspot.com'&gt;Migs&lt;/a&gt;, June 15, 2005&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Kung minsan super keri talagang jisipin naten na ang&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;happy-happy ng lyf naten and avratheng! Oo nga naman! Everybody has the&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;right to be optimistic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Parang akey hey hey! Siguro feeling ng&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;maraming utaw na super readaloo at super subaybay sa lyf ng veklus na&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;itez eh super exciting at super coloful ng lyf ever kez - parang&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;wonderful world of disney ang labanan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Pero feeling ko eh, lahat naman tayo eh wonderful world of disney ang lyf ever, depende lang sa kung pa'no naten 'to i-sight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Feeling ko ang drama-drama ko ngayon ha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Pasensya&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;muna pero kaniney eh nagkaroon akez ng sort of "enlightenment" cherva -&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;not bcoz nag yoga and pelates akes ha - but bcoz of this luluking&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;bumabagabag sa jisip ko this past few weeks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sinundo akez ni&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Varsity Captain kagabe from office, wang text, wang call,&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;mega-appearance na lang ang menchus. Almost two weeks ren kameng wit&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;nag-sight-sight. Slight text lang, chikahan sa phonil - I am actually&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;prepared to let him go dahil feeling ko eh unti-unti na siyang&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;nagfa-fly-away sa buhay kez.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Siguro ganon lang talaga ang mga&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;veklores. Defense mechanism na ang art of letting go. We, especially&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;me, can't afford to get hurt. Ang eksena lang naman eh as simple as,&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;kung bet ng luluking jumoin . . . . . e di go . . . . . pag wit niya&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;bet jumoin . . . . . fly! Kiver! I have a whole &lt;strong&gt;GAY LIFE&lt;/strong&gt; to pa 'noh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;But&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;then, kaniney, I felt that something serious is about to come up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Something serious na wit ko pa sure kung keri ko bang i-handle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;To&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;cut the story short, inaya niya akez na jumoin sa kanya sa isang lugar&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;na that time eh wit ko talaga sure kung saan. So join lang ng join.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sa&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;totoo lang eh I developed certain feelings na for Varsity Captain, sinu&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;ba namang gaga ang wit ma-eenlababo sa kanya noh? Pero katulad nga ng&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;na-chika ko kaniney, I am always on the defense. Kung minsan&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;nakakashorkot talagang ma-enlababo ng fatalle. Naranasan ko na yon&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;once. Sige! Duwag na akez kung duwag but then ano pang sense ng&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;pagiging veklores kez (aside sa dookitan portion) kung wit akez duwag&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;da 'vah? Echoz!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Siya na ba ang &lt;strong&gt;TUNAY na PAG-IBIG?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Ang tanong eh &lt;strong&gt;MERON&lt;/strong&gt; NGA BANG TUNAY NA PAG-IBIG?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Super ride kame ng shoxibelles.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Bound to ANTIPOLO!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;All&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;along eh super wish akez na wit kameng aatak ng Antipolo para pumanata&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;o manalangin, kung minsan may ka-krung-krungan din 'tong si Varsity&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Captain eh. Wit kame nag-uusap most of the time. More on chika on the&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;basic things. At witchelles ko rin bet i-brought up ang exena sa New&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;World the last time we were together. Baka wit din niyang bet&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;pagchikahan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Pero all along eh pinagdedebatihan ko sa jutak ko&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;na itez na menchus na itez . . . . itez ba ang magtutulak sa 'ken para&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;sumugal ule sa mundo ng pag-ibig?! Mundo ng pag-ibig!? Yung huling time&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;na napadpad akez donchie eh naligaw akez, parang wit akez belong.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Nakarateng&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;na kami sa kabundukan ng Antipolo't lahat-lahat eh parang wa pa akez&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;nasa-sight na sign kay Varsity Captain na nearness-of-you na kame.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sobrang Farrah Faucet ha! 48 years in the travelling at 3-digits na ang&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;meter ng shoxibelles and counting, feeling ko eh eynimomentz isang&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;shombling na lang eh nasa Sorsogon na kame.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Finally, sa parang&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;kadulu-duluhan ng mundo eh may subdivision, pinashosok ni Varsity&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Captain yung shoxibelles doonchie, meron siyang tinalak sa erminguard,&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;deadma lang, so enter-the-dragon na kame.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;At sa kadulu-duluhan&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;ng mundo eh umatak pa kame sa kadulu-duluhan 'non - so kadulu-duluhan&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;itez ng kadulu-duluhan. Maloka kayo kung maloloka kayo. Pati akez eh&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;felt ko nang mag ala zsa zsa padilla for more singaley ng hanggang sa&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;dulo ng walang hanggan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Bumaba na kame sa shoxibelles. Wala pang mga balaysung sa area na yon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Pinasunod&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;akez ni Varsity Captain paatak sa talahiban. May walkathon portion pa&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;palang magaganap. Andaming naglaro sa jisip ko, baka NPA itung si&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Varsity Captain at yayayain niya akembang na magpakyosal sa kanya sa&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;ilalim ng batas ni Karl Marx, o kikidnapin niya akez, at rereypin nang&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;paulit-ulit, 10 times a day, 7 times a week, hanggang sa maubos ang&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;katas ko sa shortawan at i-shoshopon na ang niya akez ditembang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Najisip ko ren na baka si Varsity Captain eh miyembro ng isang&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;satanistang kulto at iaalay niya ako sa panginoon ng kadiliman . . . .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;virgin offer itu!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Echoz!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;So mega walk naman kame sa uber-dakz na talahiban portion.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Pagdating&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;namen sa kadulu-duluhan ng kadulu-duluhan ng kadulu-duluhan eh salamat&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;naman at wala nang iba pang pupuntahan, ewan ko na lang kung balak&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;tumalon ni Varsity Captain sa bangin da 'vah?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Biglang jumihip ang hangin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Wit ito ang hangin ng Maynila.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Magdidilim na non, para kameng nasa isang memorial park na may majijiit na damo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;At BULAGA!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Ang buong MAYNILA eh tumambad sa fezlack ko!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;In&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;fairnezz, kinalibutan akez ng slight. Pero biglang jumosok sa isip ko&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;si Rock Star. Madalas kase nameng ginagawa itez, atak sa kung saan-saan&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;for more romantic ehcoz hanggang sa nahulog akez nang nahulog sa kanya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Na-realize kong ECHOZ nga lang ang avratheng!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Binuksan ni Varsity Captain ang backpack niya at naglatag ng kumot sa mamasa-masang damuhan. Pinajupo niya akez.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Super-sit lang kameng dalawa doonchie, side by side, super sight sa mga jilaw.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Anung meron?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Wala lang! Na-miss lang kita."&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style='color: rgb(153, 153, 153);'&gt;Yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;right! Kung na-miss mo lang akez eh sana umatak na lang tayo sa&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;greenbelt for more coffeee portion na lang with less haggardness da&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;'vah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Sorry nga pala sa nangyari sa event 'nyo"&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I knew well na he was referring to the New World encounter.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Wala yon. Anukaba! Ako nga ang dapat mag-sorry sa yo noh"&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Humarap siya sa 'ken.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Smile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Dead air.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;'Nung&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;totally wala na yung araw eh binuksan nya uli yung backpack niya. Bring&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;out siya ng dalawang plastik cups at isang bote ng red wine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Natawa akez sa thought.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Boyscout?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Di naman pwedeng magtitigan lang tayo dito buong gabe?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Nakalimutan niyang magdala ng cork screw. He's not that "laging handa" pala after all.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Give ko sa kanya ang ballpen ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Hold ko yung bottle. Push niya yung cork.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Push ever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Push galore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Umarte akez na parang binobona akez na makyorppet nang usbahan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"C'mon baby! You can do it! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ah!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Na-push yung cork.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Napasigaw kaming dalawa - rather "tili" - dahil may tumilamsik.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Super laftir kame hanggang mangawet ang mga panga namen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Nagsimula kameng magkwentuhan, alangan naman palang mag-jack-stone kameng dalawa don da vah?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Pero as usual, akez na naman ang more kwento.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Let my past meet my present and see what happens.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I finally decided to tell him about Rock Star.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Kung panu nauwi sa mapait na katapusan ang matamis na pag-iibigan. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style='color: rgb(153, 153, 153);'&gt;Shet! Ang drama nung statement ha, parang bet kong i-palaminate.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Nakinig naman siya sa 'ken.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Pero&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;siyempre, wit ko tinalak na gumawa akez ng paraan para magkita ule kami&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;ni Rock Star. Eynimomentz eh jisipin niya psychotic akez.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Tinanong&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;niya kung enlababo pa raw akez kay Rock Star. sagot ko,&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"HAAAAAALLLLEEEEER! okay ka lang?! It's been years! I've been through&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;him!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Pero immediately after nung sagot ko eh parang may bumulong sa 'ken: "Have you?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Deadma.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;It's&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;the usual love story. Nag-ibigan kayez. Una, eh same level ang&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;affection 'nyo sa isa't isa. minalas-malas eh yung isa started drifting&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;away but then yung isang veklus, enlababo pa reng ng fatalle so he&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;clinged on - for as long as he could.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Kulang na nga lang raw non eh bunutin isa-isa ang PH 5.5 ko eh para magising akez sa katotohanan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Pero&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;knowsline ko sa sarili ko na sobrang iba ang pagkaenlababo ko kay Rock&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Star na never ever ever after sa lyf ko eh na-experience ko uli yonchie.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Super&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;try naman akez. Sabi nga ni Melanie Marquez: You can fool me once . . .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;. . .you can fool me twice . . . . you can even fool me thrice . . . .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;. but you can never fool me FOUR!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Once, twice, thrice, super try akez but then all lead to failure.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Shornong akez kay Varsity Captain, anung love story naman ang ma-she-share niya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Shuhimek lang siya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style='color: rgb(153, 153, 153);'&gt;Keri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Shuhimek pa ren siya!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style='color: rgb(153, 153, 153);'&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmmm . . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Shuhimek pa ren aver siya!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style='color: rgb(153, 153, 153);'&gt;Dinedeadma na akez nito ha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Hanggang iniwas niya ang tingin niya sa 'ken.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Hoy!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Echoz!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Varsity&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Captain, why don't you open up to me? I want to know you more." parang&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;bet kong idagdag ang mga katagang: para kang mga flores ng mah-jong na&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;mahirap salatin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Nagbuntunghininga siya. Parang kasalanan ko pa at nagshornong akez. Masyado ba akong intrimidtida?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Humarap siya uli sa 'ken. Drinkaloo siya sa cup niya. Drinkaloo ng avratheng.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Okay!" sa wakas! Akala ko may temporary amnesia si potah! "I am in love with this guy . . . "&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style='color: rgb(153, 153, 153);'&gt;I am . . . . . . not I was ???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Parang na-read niya kung anez ang nasa jisip kez.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"I am . . . . . "&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style='color: rgb(153, 153, 153);'&gt;So,&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;present tense itu!? Buti na lang nakinig akez sa subject-verb agreement&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;lesson namen nung elementary. Kung present tense itu! Malamang . . . .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;. . .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Aku ba itu?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Ambisyusa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"But he doesn't like me . . . . . . . "&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;span style='color: rgb(153, 153, 153);'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Captain my captain! I like you! I like you like hell! I like you like a&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;remote control likes a TV! I like you like margarine in ensaymada . . .&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;. I like you like a strawberry flavor likes a condom! Aangkinin kita!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Kung bet mo kong lahian! Sige! Magpapalahi akez sa iyo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Ayan na nga ba ang sinasabi ko eh, akala ko ba takot na kong pagmahal! Mga bakla talaga oo!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Classmate ko siya sa dalawang subjects . . . . . . "&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style='color: rgb(153, 153, 153);'&gt;Teka . . . . . . . wit naman kita classmate ah! At wit na akez nagboboralsiva!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;hmmmm . . . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"It's been almost a year . . . . . . "&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style='color: rgb(153, 153, 153);'&gt;Shuntanginamey! Dalawang buwan at kalahati pa lang tayo magkakilala ah!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"I don't know if I can ever give him up . . . . "&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style='color: rgb(153, 153, 153);'&gt;Potah ka! All along akal kez akez ang shiutukoy mo aver!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Shet!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Kung&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;wit 'nyo pa knows kung anu ang feeling ng isang baklang tinamaan ng&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;kidlat and at the same time eh nag 360 degree back-flip with matching&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;split at nabasag jet li . . . . . . eh ishornong 'nyo sa 'ken dahil yon&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;exactly ang na-felt kez! Shuntanginanyey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Napansin niya siguro na nanlumo akez sa sinabi niya dahil napayuko akez bigla, super shitig lang sa kumot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Lumapit&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;siya sa 'ken at hinawakan niya ang baba ko. Tinaas niya ang fez ko ng&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;slight at super sight lang siya sa 'ken with matching smile on the&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;loose. Wit naman akez makasight sa kanya ng derecho.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"I can hold you like this forever . . . . "&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Ano&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;ba? May multiple personality disorder ba itung menchus na itu o ano?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Kaniney lang eh super chika siya na enlababo siya sa isang menchus na&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;na-learn kong wit pala akey tapos ngayon chika-chika siya ng&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;forver-forever na exena, eh bayagan ko kaya 'to bigla! Bakala na nga&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;ako ginagagu pa ako! Tadu to ha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"wag naman. Mangangawet ako . . . . . . "&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Laftir siya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Laftir din akez.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Plastik na laftir.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"So why are you saying this to me?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Well,&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Bernard, I want you to help me get over him," chika niya with matching&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;sight na parang tuta na nato-tomy abuel. Akez naman eh parang asong&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;nakalafutch ng isang kilong vetsin!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Actually, wit ko talaga learn kung anez ang mga ishushulak ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Well, hindi naman ako psychiatrist ha para matulingan kitang maka-get-over dyan sa guy na yan."&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"When I met you, you're just for fun . . . . . . "&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Haduken!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Ouch!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style='color: rgb(153, 153, 153);'&gt;Ha! Well, ikaw ren naman ah! Nota lang naman ang kabol ko sa 'yo noh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"But when I started to know you, parang you can give me a reason to move on . . . ."&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Teka. Teka. Teka.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Parang hindi ko yata gusto ang hilatas ng dila nento ha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Please, Bernard . . . . . "&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Tapos hinalikan niya ako sa cheek.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Yakapsule ng mahigpit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"I'll try . . . . . "&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;---&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;All credits to &lt;a href='http://badinggerzie.blogspot.com'&gt;Migs&lt;/a&gt;!...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;powered by &lt;a href='http://performancing.com/firefox'&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-6732114622767027395?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/6732114622767027395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=6732114622767027395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/6732114622767027395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/6732114622767027395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/02/nasaan-ang-tunay-na-pag-ibig.html' title='NASAAN ang (TUNAY NA) Pag-ibig??'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-1533292061224633980</id><published>2007-02-12T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T23:30:38.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Occasion'/><title type='text'>Senior's Prom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Hay naku pag may I hear that JS thing na yan, najijisip ko tuloy na nagiging &lt;i&gt;lagatak (tandaerskez) &lt;/i&gt;na akech... Miss ko tuloy pinaggagawa namin nong high school days tuwing JS... hehehe...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;img src='http://rhaprap.blogs.friendster.com/photos/abbott_lab9122005/574906822l.jpg'&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;Photo etech ng &lt;i&gt;superfrenlalo&lt;/i&gt; kez noong JS nila... ganda niya no... CONGRATULATIONS Donnalyn Doncillo... ganda mo...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;small&gt;powered by &lt;a href='http://performancing.com/firefox'&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-1533292061224633980?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/1533292061224633980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=1533292061224633980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1533292061224633980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1533292061224633980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/02/senior-prom.html' title='Senior&amp;#39;s Prom...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-6847157827237386553</id><published>2007-02-10T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T13:48:54.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><title type='text'>Sabong... again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Maloka akech ng makita ko na may kasunod pa pala, mala Lord of the Rings tong version na to... but this one is a conversion with Jayson, the 'lil bro of Kulot... hala lets see kung ano ang nangyari...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;SABONG&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;original post of &lt;a href='http://mandayamoore.blogspot.com/'&gt;MANDAYA MOORE&lt;/a&gt;, Feb 10, 2007&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;"Nagkabalikan kayo ni Kuya?" tanong ni Jayson sa akin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Hindi," sagot ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"A ok," sabi niya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Sa tingin mo, ano dapat ang nangyari? tanong ko sa kanya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Ewan ko," sagot niya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Alam niyang gusto ko ng kausap. Pinatay niya ang TV at DVD player.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Kung ikaw ang nasa posisyon ko, ano gagawin mo?" tanong ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Di ko masabi," sagot niya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Playing safe ang Jayson.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Eto na lang. Kung ikaw ang nasa posisyon ng Kuya mo, ano gagawin mo," tanong ko uli.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Mag-aaral," mabilis niyang sagot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Nakapag-isip ako. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Gusto mong mag-aral?" tanong ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"OO naman," sagot niya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;At&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;dahil buo pa naman ang pang-down payment sa dapat na pag-aaral ni&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Kulot, nagdesisyon ako at sinabi kay Jasyon na: "Sige, ikaw ang&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;mag-aaral."&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Mahaba pa ang usapan namin. Sabi ko maghahanap kami&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;ng school na Sabado lang ang pasok. Tuloy pa rin ang pag-manage niya ng&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;negosyo. Kumbaga, para lang syang nag-day off tuwing Sabado. Sabi ko&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;rin dapat ayusin nya ang pagpapatakbo ng negosyo kasi doon kukunin ang&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;pang-tuition at pangggastos niya. OO daw. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Nang matapos ang pag-uusap, eto ang kanyang sinabi: "Dito ako matutulog."&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sinagot ko sya ng: "Hindi, uuwi ka sa inyo."&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;---&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;small&gt;ALL CREDITS TO &lt;a href='http://mandayamoore.blogspot.com/'&gt;MANDAYA MOORE&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;powered by &lt;a href='http://performancing.com/firefox'&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-6847157827237386553?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/6847157827237386553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=6847157827237386553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/6847157827237386553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/6847157827237386553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/02/sabong-again_10.html' title='Sabong... again?'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-2018699196647950930</id><published>2007-02-06T11:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T11:14:08.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tests'/><title type='text'>Testing my new BLOG EDITOR - Performancing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Just testing here my new blog editor by Performancing as an add-on to  my Firefox browser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;powered by &lt;a href="http://performancing.com/firefox"&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-2018699196647950930?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/2018699196647950930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=2018699196647950930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2018699196647950930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2018699196647950930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/02/testing-my-new-blog-editor.html' title='Testing my new BLOG EDITOR - Performancing...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-1667403323268733206</id><published>2007-02-06T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:08:20.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><title type='text'>I love you still, but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto pa ang isang kwento ng isa ring halamang dagat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually ito ay masasabi nating script ng conversation nila ng kanyang ex (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si Kulot&lt;/span&gt;) ng magkita silang muli sa isang kapihan sa kanila... I have been an avid reader of his posts because and kapatid nating itich ay isinasalaysay yong buhay may-asawa ng isang halamang dagat... They have been for so many years until he decided to give-up their relationship because of the "stupidity", if I may say so, of his partner... He actually gave all, to work out their relationship and for so many years (years itich anf pinag-uusapan na silay magka live-in) it has come to an end...&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;The scenario was... naghiwalay sila kasi gusto niyang pag-aralin ang kanyang menchus, actually they've plan on it, and at the time na mageenrol na eh umaaw naman itich na umbre... Eh di nawendang tong kapatid natin... kasi sa plano, may business sila actually na yong nagmamanage eh, itong asawa niya, tapos sa plano nilang mag-aaral itich, eh may I recommend my brother (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si Jayson&lt;/span&gt;) to manage the business kasi nga di naman pwede na manager ka at student ka, eh di wez focus... kaya naiinis tong kapatid natin at yon hiniwalayan nya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until nagkita silang muli at itich na ung script...  at ito'y pinamagatan nyang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SABONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;original post of &lt;a href="http://mandayamoore.blogspot.com/"&gt;MANDAYA MOORE&lt;/a&gt;, Jan 30 and Feb 01&amp;05-2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Jan 30, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumayag ako na magkita kami ni Kulot. Pero hindi ako pumayag na sa bahay ang venue. Kailangan neutral ground. Ayoko rin sa kung saang madilim na lugar lang kami magkikita. Ano pa lang gawin niya sa akin. Paano kung may makamundo syang balak? Paano ako manlalaban? Ano lang ba ang lakas ng isang babae?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ang neutral ground: Ang Bread Master. Ang natatanging 24-hour coffee shop dito sa bukid naming. Para sa mga bakla, ito ang aming Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas dies ng gabi ang aming usapan. Pagdaan ko ng kanto papuntang Bread Master, naandon na sya kaya sabay kaming naglakad pero walang imikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umorder ako ng kape. Siya, as usual, Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala pa ring imikan. Ayokong ako ang mauna. Idea nya ito, sya dapat ang unang magsalita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bakit ganon ang desisyon mo?” tanong niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ha?” tanong ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bakit ka biglang sumerender?” tanong niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakuha ko ang punto niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kasi bigla kang umatras. Di ba ikaw ang gustong mag-aral uli, tapos bigla kang aatras,” sagot ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hindi ako umatras. Sabi ko kung di pwede sa 22, sa June na lang ako papasok,” sabi niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ang klase nag-umpisa noong January 16. Ayaw mo kasi gusto mo sa 22. Mas marunong ka pa sa school. Tapos kung sa June ka naman papasok, ano gagawin mo January to June? Tatambay?” sabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumahimik sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bakit nga ba di ka pwede ng 16? Anong napakaimportanteng okasyon na di mo pwedeng ipagpaliban?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May sabong noong 15,” sagot niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umiinit na ulo ko. Ang sarap sigawan. Ang sarap buhusan ng mainit na kape. Pero di ko magawa kasi nga nasa public place kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Inuna mo pa ang sabong kesa sa pag-aaral?” mariin na sabi ko, halatang pinipigilan ang galit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Manok mo naman ang sinabong ko e,” mabilis na sagot niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OO, may manok kami. Bigay ng brother ko sa amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako naman ang natahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May pag-asa pa tayo?” sabi niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ako sure kung paano niya sinabi yon. Gusto kong makasiguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ano yan, tanong o deklarasyon?” tanong ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tanong,” sagot niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ako makasagot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May bago ka na?” tanong niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ikaw, may bago ka na?” patanong na sagot ko sa tanong niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wala,” sagot niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naniwala ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ang balita may bago ka na raw,” paakusang sabi niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At sino raw?” tanong ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Si Jayson,” mabilis na sagot niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Feb 01, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hindi totoo yan,” sagot ko sa tanong ni Kulot, sabay higop sa kapeng ngayon ay malamig na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Totoo,” diin nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Isang kape pa nga, yung bagong kulo na tubig ha,” order ko sa waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa isip ko, ngayon kailangan ko ng kape para magkaniyerbos ako at magka-heart attack hora mismo. Sa isip ko rin, kailangan ni Kulot ng dibersyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aminin mo na,” sabi niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ayaw niya akong tantanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ano naman ang aaminin ko e wala nga?” sagot ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kilala kita,” sabi niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kaya nga e, kilala mo ako, bakit ayaw mong maniwala sa akin?” tanong ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kasi nga nagsisinungaling ka,” sagot niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At tinawag pa akong sinungaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mas pinapaniwalaan mo pa yang mga nagkakalat ng tsismis dyan kesa sa akin?” tanong ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mas pinapaniwalaan ko ang nagsabi sa akin,” sagot niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At sino naman ang may sabi?” tanong ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Si Jayson mismo,” mabilis na sagot niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Miss, saan na ang kape ko?” tanong ko sa waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpapakulo pa raw ng tubig. Punyeta! Lakasan niyo ang apoy. Dalhin nyo sa impyerno para instant kulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Natahimik ka?” tanong niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ano pala sinabi ni Jayson?” tanong ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sabi mo raw na kung pwede sya na kapalit ko. Na pumayag sya pero palipasin muna ng isang buwan para di pangit tingnan,” sagot ni Kulot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala akong masabi. Totoo naman kasi. Humanda ang tsismosong Jayson na yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ibig sabihin niyan wala na talaga tayo?” tanong niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik pa rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gusto ko lang malaman— hiniwalayan mo ba ako kasi may plano ka kay Jayson?” tanong niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hindi. Dahil umatras ka sa plano,” mabilis na sagot ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sya naman ang tumahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ngayong di ka natuloy sa pag-aaral, ano gagawin mo? Wala ka na rin sa tindahan. Di ba kaya nga nasa tindahan na si Jayson kasi nga mag-aaral ka? Paano yan ngayon? Tatambay ka lang? Maghihintay ka lang na abutan ko ng pera? Ano magiging dating mo nyan? Callboy? Ano magiging dating ko nyan? Customer?” sunod-sunod na tanong ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang sagot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hindi mo na ako mahal?” tanong niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako naman ang walang sagot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Akala ko ba mahal mo ako?” tanong niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko syang sagutin ng: “Akala ko rin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko nagawang magsinungaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Feb 05, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mahal,” ang sagot ko sa tanong niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang marinig niya ito, nakita ko ang saya sa kanyang mga mata. Ngingiti na sana sya nang sinabi kong: “Pero kaya kitang tiisin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagbago uli ang kislap sa kanyang mga mata. Nawala ito. Natahimik sya. Naka-bullseye ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hanggang kailan mo ako titiisin?" tanong niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko sinagot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ano ba dapat kong gawin?" another tanong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magbago," tanging sagot ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Promise, magbabago na ako," sabi niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi na ako naniniwala sa mga promise, promise na yan," sabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Promise nga," mabilis na dugtong niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magbago ka muna," sabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha?" tanong niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magbago ka muna bago kita tatanggapin uli," sagot ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So wala na muna tayo?" tanong nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hanggang di ka nagbabago, walang tayo," sagot ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natahimik uli sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paano yan ngayon?" tanong nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha?" tanong ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paano mo makikita na nagbago nga ako kung wala na tayo?" tanong niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ikaw ang maghanap ng paraan," sagot ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matagal na katahimikan bago sya nag-ayang umuwi. At habang naglalakad kami, nagtaka ako nang lumiko din sya sa daang papuntang bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saan ka?" tanong ko sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sa inyo ako matutulog," sagot niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi pwede," sabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit naman?" tanong niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kasi nga wala na tayo," sagot ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit, di ba pwedeng matulog sa inyo kahit wala na tayo?" tanong niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi," mabilis kong sagot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paano ko mapapatunayang nagbago na nga ako kung di naman ako pwedeng matulog sa bahay mo?" tanong niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Basta hindi pwede," sagot ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang totoo, gusto ko ring ipakita sa kanya na di ako nagbibiro sa sinabi kong kaya ko syang tiisin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At naghiwalay kami ng daan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating ko sa bahay, naandon si Jayson, nakahiga sa sofa habang nanonood ng&lt;a href="http://mandayamoore.blogspot.com/2006/12/sine.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DVD.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ang taray diba ng lola natin...&lt;br /&gt;Para may I understood very much tong story niya... visit his BLOG and read all of his past entries...&lt;br /&gt;ALL CREDITS TO &lt;a href="http://mandayamoore.blogspot.com/"&gt;MANDAYA MOORE&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-1667403323268733206?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/1667403323268733206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=1667403323268733206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1667403323268733206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1667403323268733206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-you-still-but-story.html' title='I love you still, but...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-2926290430283273874</id><published>2007-02-05T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:15:21.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><title type='text'>Boy Next Door...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RccfPj1-Q_I/AAAAAAAAANw/Gj3Cd2tYiQU/s1600-h/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RccfPj1-Q_I/AAAAAAAAANw/Gj3Cd2tYiQU/s320/DSC00267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028021861162566642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hay naku... nakakinis dito, ang super bagal ng connection... Di ako ma-open ng blog ko sa bahay namin... so I have to go to a cafe pa para lang mag update... Anyhow nothing new to me... eto... Nagpa color lang ng buhokers ko ever, para new look naman, nakaksawa na kasi tingnan sarili ko sa miranggo... Diba at least ngayon, iba na ang kulang ng halamang dagat... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual may na read na naman ako na story, bongga ang pagkaka talak niya kasi  basta... ka yo nalang mag basa... Medyo may pagka "L" ngalang sa bandang hulihan... I'm sure gustong gusto nyo... at advice ko sa inyo habang may I read the story below, super listen kayo sa song ni SITTI na "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para sa akin&lt;/span&gt;"... para vongga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;THE BOY NEXT DOOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;orginal post of&lt;a href="http://badinggerzie.blogspot.com/"&gt; BADINGGERZIE&lt;/a&gt;, June 4, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa bahay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICK: Kuya, lalabas lang ako ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Rarampa lang akey sa Morayta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BERNZ: Anung, oras ka babalek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Potah ka! Malandi ka talaga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICK: Sandali lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Depende kung madaling labasan yung makaka-dookit ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BERNZ: O sige. Nako! Lubusin mo na yan at magpapasukan na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Tingnan naten kung makalandi ka pa. Malantod kang bata ka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICK: Sige. Alis na 'ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Keri! Che! Matanda! Gurang! Tigang! Buti pa akey may scheduled dookit na. . . . ako na lang ang mamimili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang naka-flysiva na si Nick eh dumating na ang sundo kez. Si Francheska. I hope you still remember ang bakla. 'Nung last time na umatak akez sa Government eh ang baklitang Francheska ang ka-joint forces kez - dahil ineexpose ko ang bakla sa mga kaganapan. Katulad nang na-chika kez, si Francheska ay ang aking "younger sister" at akez ang kanyang "older sister", o da' vah . . . ganyan ang exena ng mga geisha sa Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumbaga sa Star Wars, si Francheska ang akembang na young padawan learner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long-time friend ko na kasi si bakla. Since, highschool eh friendiva galore na kame. Akez naman 'non eh na-aamoy ko na ang umaalingasaw 'nyang hasang 'non pa. Kaso ang bakla eh hindi pa kering umamin. At hayon, minatudnila pa niya pati ang boylet ko, nag-college sila sa Laguna. At wit daw sila vaklores ha. Take note!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then. Hayon. Sa 'ken nag come-out si Francheska, recently lang, mga March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chika niya, 48 years na raw niyang kinikimkim ang nafe-felt niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chika ko naman sa kanya: "It's about time marce! There's a gay world out there for you to explore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya 'nung sinimulan ko nang i-orient si bakla eh hayun, parang animal na nakakawala sa koral. Baka later in life, eh kakabugin pa akez nang veklores na itu sa kariran eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nung dumating siya para sunduin akez eh bihis naman na akez. I-jo-join ko ang vekla sa dinner namin ni Claudine at ni Rica, ang dalawa pa niyang fairy gay mommas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umatak kame sa Tiananmen, which is a total advantage sa 'ken dahil isang tumbling lang ang balaysung doonchie, nawarla nang slight ang lukalukang Rica, dahil kadulu-duluhan pa ng Macapagal HighWay ang bakla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maganda ang ambience ng Tiananmen, at ang mga waiters . . . . . kelangan bang hunky-ness ang labanan . . . chunky corned beed! malaman na malaman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enter kami sa smoking area. Isang malapad na room na punung-puno nang unan sa floor. Eto, yung exena na super lafus and super nomo kayez na super jupostrax lang kayez sa mga junan-junaney sa floorsiva hanggang mamanhid ang mga paa 'nyo at mangawit ang likod 'nyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside, from that eh keri naman na ang everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadatnan namen eh isang super-jingay na grupo ng mga bilat ay ng mga menchus. Mukhang mga empleyado ng SM, nakablue kase yung mga bilattsina. Ang iingay ng mga potah! Parang bet kong pukpukin ng hills isa-isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echos lang! No to violence akey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang lumalafyus eh super-tekathon si Francheska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinalakan ko siya. Sabi ko shorma na muna ang tekathon, laps muna. Tapos, shinonornong ko kung sinetch ang katekathon niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yung nakasayaw ko sa Bed, kagabi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanlaki ang mata ni Rica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumaas ang kilay ni Claudine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Utamak pala kayez sa Bed kagabi," shornong ni Rica with matching pag-iinarte tone. Malamang eh gelli-de-belen si bakla dahil hindi siya sinabihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wit! Si bakla lang ang umatak," chika ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas lalong lumaki ang mata ni Rica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas lalong shumaas ang kilay ni Claudine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You made Francheska go to Bed on her own?" talak ni Claudine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, feeling ko keri naman na ni bakla eh, di ba veks?" Tango lang si Francheska. "And besides, mas kering mag-fly sa Bed ng alone. For more booking galore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How was it?" bato ni Claude kay Francheska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay lang." mejo nagba-blush pa si bakla habang sumasagot. "May nakadance akong guy. Okay naman siya. Dance, tapos we made out. Grabe ganon pala dun noh! As in kahit saan, pwede kayong magkiss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naloloka akez sa mga ganitez na chika ni Francheska. Taga-ibang planeta talaga ang vek-vek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So itong nakadance mo at naka-make-out mo sa Bed eh super tekathon ngayon sa yo?" ask ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabat si Rica, "Wit mother earth! Ang trulilie na queshtion eh who ba made the firsht teksht?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sight lang muna sa 'men si Francheska sabay talak, "technically, siya naman yung unang nag-text eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Technically?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue si Francheska, "Kasi nag-pa-miscol ako sa kanya muna . . . . . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biglang napanganga si Rica and napangisi si Claude, sabay talak, "Don't tell me nagpa-miscol ka sa kanya immediately when you got home last night noh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biglang napatili si Rica na parang uwak na tinatanggalan ng tinggil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napatawa naman ng malakas si Claude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa 'kin na lang tumingin si Francheska na parang naghahanap ng kakampi ang bakla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nako! wag mo 'kong tingnan ng ganyan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baket? Mali ba yong ginawa ko?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawa pa ren ng tawa si Claude at si Rica eh umaarte na parang nagha-hyperventilate si bakla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain si Claude, chika niya, kung may na-bet-an daw si Francheska sa Bed at sinuwerte, naka-dance niya, at . . . . . . nakalapchukan niya . . . . . . . dapat learn niya kung paano ang trulili na ruta. Sermon si Claude na parang may seminar ng forever living, pati akez eh napatunganga sa mga talak niya. Chika niya, sa panahon daw ngayon eh it's a matter who made the first move . . . . . and who made the first effort to communicate after the "landian" portion. Para kay Claude, kung meron daw siyang nakalapchukan sa Bed, he will not text or call immediately after. He will let 24-48 hours pass. This would point kung sinetch ang bet nino. Ngayon kapag nag-text yung nakalapchukan galore eh ibig sabihin bet niya nga si Claude, at nag-gain na ng advantage si Claude. Pag hindi siya nag-text, ibig sabihin he is not at all interested so, deadma na, sayang lang sa effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kung bet na bet daw talaga ni Claude, papatagalin niya hanggang 4 days. Para lang na mag-appear na hindi siya ganon ka-desperate. If you text or call immediately daw after the landian portion eh, you would eventually appear desperate and that you are so gaga over sa other person. That would feed his ego. He gained advantage over you - na para kay Claude is a big no-no!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talak lang ng talak si Claude. As usual, 25% lang ng tinalak niya ang na-comprehend kez. Pero ang baklang Francheska eh mega-listen at kulang na nga lang eh mag-take-notes si bakla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganon na ba talaga ang karamihan sa mga veklores ngayon. More ego, more personal gain, more display-displayan portion, more sino ang mas bet nino . . . . . what happened dun sa "there's a spark of magic in your eyes . . . . . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu na ang nangyari sa, "two many billion people . . . running around the planet . . . . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu na ang nangyari sa, "ang tipo kong lalake . . . . . ang tipo kong lalake . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Echos na yung last song!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ba keri yung: bet kita . . . bet mo ko! Then go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nauwi sa maraming ka-echosan ang gabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected eh ngengebums na naman akey ng slight. Grabe . . . . . . ang happy ng music sa Tiananmen at habang ngengebums ka eh keri mong magyoga na lang 'don nang mega-tiwang ang mga utawsingbelles. Pero happiness talaga. Super!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinatid na akez ni Claude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-juwi ko sa balar eh wa pa rin ang shofatid kez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najupo lang akez sa sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ten seconds na naktunganga sa dingding eh sinalo na lang mga palad ko ang fez ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si Varsity Captain! God, I'm crazy about him. Ang totoo nyan, ayaw ko na talaga siyang jisipin, the fact is maybe, naging over-sensitive lang ako and I don't want to suffer because of my silly infatuation with him. Shet! It feels depressing, but it's true! God, how Iâ€™m depressed. I couldnâ€™t imagine, dahil lang sa pagiging love-deprived ay basta mafa-fall na lang ako sa first guy na kumiliti sa feelings ko?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a few more minutes, basically, wala na akong ginagawa, nakaupo lang ako sa couch at nakatunganga, bubuksan ko sana ang TV pero naalala kong wala pa pala akong cable. Suddenly, I heard a mild knock on my door. Noong una ay hindi ko pinansin dahil baka nag-dedelusyon na naman ako, pero makailang beses ay nagdesisyon na kong buksan at baka si Nick na yon. But I was wrong, Boy Next Door is right there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hi," bati niya sa akin."By the way, I'm *insert name* &lt;em&gt;BOY NEXT DOOR&lt;/em&gt;, I forgot to introduce myself last week."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hello. Nice to meet you Boy Next Door, I'm Venus."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ve . . . . . . "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Barnadette . . . . BERNARD! BERNARD!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh! Hi! Bernard!" At nakipagshake-hands siya sa 'ken. "I Just wanted to come around and meet my new neighbor."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shuhimek lang ako. Honestly, witteles ko noseline ang ibebera 'kez. Para akong na-star-strucked? Feeling ko pa nga shumushulo ever pa ang laway ko at that moment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Well, I guess you are busy or some . . . . "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hindi! Well, not at all. Actually, wala nga akong magawa eh. What a boring weekend 'noh?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a boring weekend 'noh. Yuuuuck!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ang chipipay ng statement!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"That's good. Can I invite you over at my place? Maybe, we could grab a couple of beers or something, I'm quite bored din kasi eh."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh sure, why not. I'll just put some decent clothes on." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shet, grab a couple of beers or something, I preffer the grabbing of something part more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"No need. Okey na yan. Tara!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sumama nga ako kay Boy Next Door, papunta next door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maayos at maganda ang apartment niya. Bigla tuloy akong nahiya. Very clean and tidy. Sa isang mesa ay nakapatong ang isang laptop. Siguro isa siyang stockbroker. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Have a seat, make yourself at home," sabi ni Boy Next Door. So jumupo naman aketch sa couch niya, leather, mabango, pero matigas, parang tabla ang inupuan ko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What do you do, Bernard?" shornong niya habang nasa kitchen siya at rumagging in his ref.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I do events," sagot ko. Hindi pa rin ako komportable sa pag-upo ko. "How about you? What do you do?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Logistics . . . "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ang tarush! Di ko learn ang workikay na 'yon eh pero kung anuman ang logistics eh it seems naman na it is paying well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bumalik na siya sa sala bitbit ang dalawang bote ng beer at tinabihan ako. God! Ang bango niya ah. Bakit lahat na lang ng mga lalakeng nakakasalamuha ko ay mababango. Bigla kong najisip kung ano na ang amoy ko, bitbit ko pa ang amoy ng nagdaang araw. I made a mental note, to buy a new perfume first thing in the morning. Nakashorts na siya by that time, he got very hairy legs. Balbunin! I'm sure there's plenty underneath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Masarap siyang kausap. Marami-rami din kaming napagkuwentuhan, parang borbeg lang yung bearngju na ninonomo namin. He mentioned that he's gay but he's not thinking about coming out. Najinggit pa nga siya sa sitwasyon ko sa kapatid ko. Siyempre, wit kong itinalak na tukling din ang shofatembang ko, eynimomentz eh pagkainteresan pa niya. Napansin ko na lang na naka-tig-limang berangju na pala kami. And I started to feel funny. Pag nakakainom kasi ako, nagiging extra-madaldal ako and nagiging extra flirt. Promise! Maski sila Rica and Claude kung minsan ay nahihiyang ka-joint akembang ako sa mga lasingan sessions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Wala ka bang boyfriend?", tanong ko sa kanya. I just wanted to make sure. Baka mamaya may biglang umeksanang housewife-housewifan ang labanan at maloka na lang ako. May nakita kasi akong picture ng isang guy na naka-frame sa isang table. Obviously, hindi niya picture yon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Wala! I never had a boyfriend in years", sagot niya habang nakasight sa picture. "Mahal ko pa rin yata siya eh."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Napag-isip ako bigla sa last statement. Nako ha! Wit akez umatak ditembang para makipag-nomuhan at makinig sa mga maricel drama special ng isang long-lost love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Well, we better not talk about him 'coz wala naman na siya," sabi niya. Buti naman. "Lets talk about you." Hinawakan niya ang kamay ko and he started fondling it. Teka! Teka! Ako ba ang flirt o siya? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ako? There's nothing to talk about sa akin. Balbon ka ha."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Yeah, spanish blood." Tinaas niya ang shorts niya ng bahagya, para ma-sight ko kung hanggang saan umabot ang mga buhok niya sa binti. Then he took off his shirt and revelead his hairy chest and navel. Hindi naman yung exaggerated na balbon na parang orangutan, yung keri lang. And the way I see it. Very sexy! Hindi na niya binalik ang t-shirt niya. Kung nasabi ko minsan na naiinis ako sa mga guys na nagtatanggal ng t-shirt sa harapan ko, hindi ngayon! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Do you want to see more?" tanong niya na wit ko na rin nasagot dahil tinanggal na rin niya ang shorts niya. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shet! Para akong asong ulol na kulang na lang eh umungol sa kabilugan ng buwan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naka-briefanggus na lang siya and I can see na, alert-alive-awake-enthusiastic na ang junjun niya. Nakatingin siya sa junjun niya habang naka-ikmyle at tumingin sa akin. Shet! This is it! Hindi ko alam kung ano ang gagawin ko. Hindi naman sa nagpapavirgin effect akez pero I feel confused talaga kung minsan tuwing may dookit nang naghihintay sa harapan ko. Kinuha niya ang kamay ko at pina-touchtone pictures niya sa akin ang mga hairs sa dibdib niya, pababa sa kanyang navel hanggang sa nagpupumiglas na umbok sa kanyang briefanggus . At sinimulan niyang onggalin ang t-shirt ko, habang ginagalore ko ang junjun niya, mahirap na, eynimomentz eh magbago ang isip ni potah da 'vah? Pinashoyo niya akez and started to unbuckle my belt and ibinaba na rin ang shontolon kez. While he was sitting on the couch, he started to kiss my stomach down to my briefs. At in fairness, gising na gising na rin ang junjun ko. Then, binaba niya na rin ang brieffanggus ko and started . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;TEKA! TEKA! TEKA! KELANGAN TALAGANG HUMANTONG TAYEZ SA GANITEY!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;PORNOGRAPHIC ITU . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;WARNING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;THE FOLLOWING KA-ECHOSAN CONTAINS MGA ECKLAVU THAT MIGHT BE HARSH SA MGA WIT NAKAKAFOLLOW . . . . PARENTAL GUIDANCE IS RECOMMENDED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;. . . . . to chenelyn my junjun. God! Hes a really good sucker for somebody who works in logistics ha. He keeps on sucking me over and over na parang mauubusan siya ng junjun kinabukasan. Inonggal na rin niya ang briefanggus niya and started playing with his junjun while sucking the life out of mine. Napapatingin na lang ako sa kesame sa feeling na unexplainable . . .makyorapsa . . . delicacy . . . . Then, I looked down at his junjun. I want that in my mouth. So, lumuhod akey sa harapan niya at nag-enjoy. Para lang akez nagfu-foot-long sa tapat ng San Beda. In fairness, nasusulasok ako pero dinedma ko lang. Umungol siya nang umungol. Maingay siya ka-sex, in fairness . . . para siyang porn-star. Naconcious ako bigla na baka may makarinig sa amin dahil maaga-aga pa. Pero deadma lang siya. Ungol pa rin siya ng ungol. At para akong nakikipag-dookit sa kano, ingles talaga ang dirty talk na lumalabas sa bunganga niya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Is it okey if I Toooooooooooot you?" Keri lang ba daw na bonahin niya akey hey hey!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okey na okey! Shumoyo na lang akez at ipinuwesto ang sarili ko sa couch. Fighting position. Umisquierda lang siya saglit at bumalik na siyang may suot na condom at may ka-join na lubricant on the side. He put some on my pink-star and on his junjun. He slowly slid his junjun in my pink-star, napapa-ngiwi ako sa kyoket, I was literally biting my tounge para hindi makagawa ng kahit na anong jingay dahil for sure ay mapapatili ako sa sakit. At nang maramdaman niyang naka-adjust na ako, he started it like a madman, masakit pero masarap, pero mas masakit sa likod dahil matigas nga ang couch niya. Nakakawala sa concentration. So after a couple of thrusts, I motioned him to stop. Tumayo ako at humiga na lang sa carpet. Then he did it to me again like a madman. After a couple of more thrusts, he said that he's near. Nakakapit lang ako sa shoulders niya. Very intense na ang feeling. I came. And right after, he pulled out his junjun, took off the shondomey and started to come, isang timba yata yung nilabas nya. I was literally bathing with his shumodstra. Parehas kaming hingal na hingal. He rested for a while and took out a towel and binigay niya sa akin to clean up the mess he made all over my body. I don't like that. I don't like that at all. First time kong napaliguan ng cum, at cum niya yon, hindi akin ituat ako talaga ang magpupunas. Anyway, hindi ko na muna inisip yon. He's a good dookit anyways! &lt;/p&gt;Hayun! Jumuwi akong fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakahinga din ako ng malalim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang VICKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luwag sa paghinga . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa wakas . . . nadiligan din ng suka ang nauuhaw na lumpia . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ngayon, habang sinusulat ko ang eksena eh parang may GUILT. Teka? Wala. Wala naman talaga. Anu naman ang kiyeme sa 'ken ni Varsity Captain kung makipag-dookit ako sa iba. Wit naman kame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At saka . . . da vah? Kelangan solusyunan ang katigangan pa-minsan-minsan . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga ni Cindy Lauper . . . . "Girls! Just wanna have fun!" . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teka. Ba't parang defensive akey?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta wala yun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sex lang naman. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Casual sex . . . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;erbog siya . . . erbog kami . . .  we did it . . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Full credits to &lt;a href="http://baginggerzie.blogspot.com/"&gt;BADINGGERZIE&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-2926290430283273874?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/2926290430283273874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-8882878667640699685</id><published>2007-01-31T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:55:57.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tests'/><title type='text'>What Sign Is Your True Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Love Is a Taurus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/taurus.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you'll love a Taurus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic and sentimental, a Taurus can provide you with the security you need.&lt;br /&gt;And you both share a fondness for the finest things, from great food to luxury vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a Taurus will love you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the honesty and direct approach that down to earth Taurus desires.&lt;br /&gt;And enough elegance to show a Taurus a few new decadent delights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/"&gt;What Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-8882878667640699685?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/8882878667640699685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you crave a long term, harmonious relationship.&lt;br /&gt;For you, sex doesn't come quickly - it takes time for you to open up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are supportive, nurturing, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;However, you tend to be shy and protective of your personal space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best matches: ENFJ and ESFJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-4054585048120154105?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/4054585048120154105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Kumakambyo...</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;See it for your self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/Rb4cMve3ujI/AAAAAAAAANA/LIOZoxtaPgc/s1600-h/jake_cuenca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/Rb4cMve3ujI/AAAAAAAAANA/LIOZoxtaPgc/s400/jake_cuenca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025485239422007858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/Rb4cM_e3ukI/AAAAAAAAANI/zwHxg64wH7I/s1600-h/jake_cuenca-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/Rb4cM_e3ukI/AAAAAAAAANI/zwHxg64wH7I/s400/jake_cuenca-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025485243716975170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/Rb4c5fe3ulI/AAAAAAAAANQ/yhEyt1xHw-Y/s1600-h/jake_cuenca-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/Rb4c5fe3ulI/AAAAAAAAANQ/yhEyt1xHw-Y/s400/jake_cuenca-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025486008221153874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/Rb4c5fe3umI/AAAAAAAAANY/UnVGcCBxCMU/s1600-h/jake_cuenca-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/Rb4c5fe3umI/AAAAAAAAANY/UnVGcCBxCMU/s400/jake_cuenca-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025486008221153890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right lane ba siya... oh baka traffic violation na...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-7436761041023651108?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/7436761041023651108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=7436761041023651108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/7436761041023651108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/7436761041023651108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/01/si-jake-cuenca-kumakambyo.html' title='Si Jake Cuenca? Kumakambyo...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/Rb4cMve3ujI/AAAAAAAAANA/LIOZoxtaPgc/s72-c/jake_cuenca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-8981238634975391249</id><published>2007-01-27T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T14:33:55.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>ANG MULTONG NAKARAAN - A Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling blue akez ngayon... Medyo pasentimental effect kez kasi feel ko mag magdrama ngayong araw... Kagigising ko lang (12nn), and super talak ever after ang mudra ko... Anyway used naman ako, wez pansinin ever nalang... and may I open my pc diretso to check some mails...&lt;br /&gt;Padala me sa pagdradramatize ever... May I read some of my fav postings... its all about us... hehehe... you know lab life ng mga Halamang dagat... feel ng lola mag cry ever.. so here it is... may I share with you what've read... Imbes na magdrama itich, eh super kiligmittens and lola nyo...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this post is from &lt;a href="http://badinggerzie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Badinggerzie&lt;/a&gt;, not recent, pero aliwan festival naman ang labanan...&lt;br /&gt;It's about a a love story of his past and how it hunt him,... keri na ba!... vavuh ang may I lala muna... kasi medyo gyotomers ever na kez... Enjoy reading!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MULTONG NAKARAAN ng ISANG BAKLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;original post of &lt;a href="http://badinggerzie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Badinggerzie&lt;/a&gt;, 06-11-2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang ngayon eh super-jisip pa ren ako sa menchus na na-sight ko sa Greenbelt 'nung last time kameng umatak donchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang araw na ang past-tense but then, biglang umeenter-the-dragon ang thought na yonchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truelili namang, he's in my past na and I was so sure na burado na siya sa puso't jisip ko 'noh! But then no, when I thought I saw him again. Biglang kumabog-kabog na naman ang gay-na-gay na heart ko at may certain tingly feeling sa medyo baba ng puson ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can remember, 'nung super help-galore si Varsity Captain sa 'keng mag-fuck, pack, rather, eh we came across the remnants of my past:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Umupo ako sa sahig. Tapos binuksan ko yung box. Tinabihan ako ni Varsity&lt;br /&gt;Captain. Mga fictures, letters, fictures, letters . . . . . mga basag na image&lt;br /&gt;ng nakaraan. Puro fictures 'yon ng mga naging jowa ko sa pag-ibig at sa&lt;br /&gt;kama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Iniisa-isa ko yung mga pangalan 'nung nasa pictures. Yung iba witchelles ko&lt;br /&gt;na ma-remember kaya super imbento na lang ako ng namesung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Tapos yung nasa pinaka-ilalim 'nung box ay picture 'nung isang guy na&lt;br /&gt;nakatayo by a tree, actually fertility tree yon sa UPLB. Astig, mohawk ang hair,&lt;br /&gt;nakasando at puro tatoo ang katawan, hikaw here, hikaw there, hikaw everywhere .&lt;br /&gt;. . in short mukhang adik or if not, mukhang serial killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Tinanong ni Varsity Captain kung naging jowa ko yon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Chika ko, he was more than a jowa for me. He's my first love. Si Rock Star!!!&lt;br /&gt;In fairness, magkahiwalay na kami ni Rock Star 'nung nagdecide siyang buuin yung banda nila. Naging vocalist siya at in fairness sumikat itung indie rock band na itu. At naalala ko bigla na shet! Unang pag-ibig ko ang bokalistang itu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang shorkot akez na banggitin uli ang pangalan niya, sobrang shorkot akez na jisipin uli siya. He broke me into pieces . . . . . pero minahal ko pa ren siya inspite of that. Naggagagagahan ang bakla na mala-Garbiela Silang ang labanan sa pagka-martyr ever! Witchelles ko naman masisisi ang sarili ko 'noh! I was young then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero heto ang pinakashoshorkotan kez, na i-face ko ang factogen na deep down in my deepest subconcious eh may slight longing na ma-sightsiva ko uli siya at given the chance?! Mamahalin ko ULI siya!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Malagket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babaeng . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May LAWET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demmit talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bernz: Can't you feel my fiery feelings now? waaaaaaa!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Teka, I'll just take a yosi break, ayaw kong may crayola portion sa gitna ng kahapunan!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Okay. I'm back. Calmer)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my assignment, these past few days. Na-learn kez sa wakas ang silbi ng friendster. Ang huling na-hearsung ko kase sa kanya eh lumipad siya ng Italy with his mudarakis at doon may-I-study siya ng photography after nag-flop ang banda nila na short-lived ang kasikatan. Since, 'nung time na nagkahiwalay kame eh wit na kame nag-sightsiva or nag-communicate man lang. Deadmatology 101 talaga forever. Tapos 'nung na-sight ko yung friendster niya eh, hayon na, na-learn ko his back to back to bakla na pala ditembang for almost a year na. Aba! At hindi man lang nakuhang hanapin akez! Echoz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super-sight akez sa mga fictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa doonchie ang mga fictures na ineexpect kong naka-jubadstra siya with all the tatoo andg avratheng . . . . with a bottle of san mig plae pilsen . . . with the lola . . . washingtong DC ang mga fictures 'nung Rock Star sa nakaraan kez. Ang na-sight ko eh isang bagong Rock Star. Mas mukhang TAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wit ko talaga learn kung anez ang jumosok sa jisip ko but then, I started calling some people. From the chuvanes na na-readaloo ko sa friendster nya eh he's practicing his expertise on photography at meron siyang isang keri-kering studio. Orwag akez sa mga friendiva at super shornong kung may learn silang nyotagrapher na chenelyn, until isang former PM ko ang nag-chika na learn niya yung nyotographer at learn niya yung address ng studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sa dulo ito ng SANTOLAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nung na-learn kez nez ang mga exena eh biglang wit ko naman alam kung anez ang next na gagawen ko. Wit naman sigurong kering umatak lang akez don for more bulagaan portion da 'vah? Baka naman maloka si potah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelangan ng script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At wala nang mas gagaling pa sa pagko-kyorlat ng skrip kungdi si Rica, ang baklang walang dangal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So super orwag akez sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heto ang skrip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahatakin ko si Charm, isang modil-modilang bilattsinabelles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang eksena eh aatak kame dun sa studio ni Rock Star, because of certain recommendations eh, dun magpapagawa si Charm ng kanyang bagong Set Card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pinaorwag kez si Charm para mag-set ng appointment, so happened na bakante si Rock Star kahapon. So hayon! Atak kame ni Charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nasa pinakadulu-duluhan nga ng Santolan ang studio at super haggard kame sa paghahanap. Hanggang sa natunton na nga namin ang studio ni Rock Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagbaba namen ng shoxi eh parang gusto kong umatras pero hinila lang akez ni Charm. Parang bet kong kainin na lang akez ng lupa at that momentz or kahit na magswimming akez sa buhay na kumunoy eh kekerihin kong karirin, wag lang kame dumerecho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, wala na akez nagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akez namench ang may gusto 'non da 'vah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa labas ay parang na-bakanteng bodega ng mga bakal, nakakadismaya 'nung una, pero nang maka-kyosok kame sa opisina eh nawagtus naman lahat ng alinlangan ko. Bumulaga sa 'men yung mga fictures na nakadisplay. Hindi basta-basta pictures ng kung anu-ano at ng kung sinu-sino. Ang mga models sa pictures ay mga celebrities, local and some are from abroad, mga babaeng miyembro ng alte-sosyedad ng Maynila at may mga beauty queens din. Mataray siya for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinalubong kame ng isang luluking parang kagigising lang. Naka-shorts at polong hindi nakabutones. Naramdaman ko ang shubayo sa dibdib kez. This is it! Super try akong i-conceal ang drama ko. So mega sight lang akez sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super sight akez sa fez na almost six years ko nang wit nasisilayan. Isang fez na dati-rati eh parating laman ng shunaginip ara kez. Yung fez na gumising sa natutulog kong kabaklaan! Yung fez na kahit embernang emberna na akez 'non eh pag ngumiti lang eh ma-wawagtus ang lahat ng bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Rock Star nga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I help you?" super shornong niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagot naman si Charm, chika niya sya yung umorwag for set card. Pina-kilala niya akez as Bernz, one of her managers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sight sa 'ken si Rock Star, mula julo hanggang sho-a. Yung mga tipong tinginng isang utawsingbelles na nakasight ng aparisyon ng birheng maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bernard?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shet!! Naalala pa niya akez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero siyempre akez namanchie eh wit nagpa-halata na super excited akez na ma-sight uli siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause. Sight lang sa kanya ng ma-orgal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! Rock Star! That's why the name is so familiar," chika ko. Wit akez magaleng magsinungaling, promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's been so long Bernard! How'd you been doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super smile sha habang mega-masid pa ren sa 'ken. Malamang eh nahihiwagaan siya sa kagandahan ko. Echoz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinapasok na rin'nya kame sa wakas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mother Earth, knowsingbelles mo siya?", pabulong na shornong ni Charm habang may-I-enter kame sa parang isang lounge sa loob pa ng office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko sinagot si Charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinajupostrax kame ni Rockstar sa isang sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko ngang mahilig ngang manguha ng fictures noon si Rock Star, pero wala lang. Parang hobby lang niya. Wit ko naman inakalang kakaririn niya ang manguha ng fictures. Anyway, ibang-iba na ang itsura niya, compared before na fez trasher at fez drug budiktus na parang walang gagawing matino sa buhay na ang habol ay puro gulo, gulo at walang katapusang gulo. Ngayon ay mas disente na siya, at mas matured, despite sa gulo-gulong buhok at wit kong mawaring bihis, wit ko learn kung anung concept ang gusto niyang patunayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May shumosok na maida at bring ng drinks ever. Nag-excuse si Rock Star, i-re-ready lang daw niya yung studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ang byonda-byonda naman ng jusawa niya oh!," talak ni Charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha?", parang humiwalay ang kaluluwa ko sa katawan ko sa binanggit ni Charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sight mo mother earth oh. Pangabog ang asawa di ba? Angelina Jolie kung Angelina Jolie ang labanan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sight ko yung picture. It's a wedding picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung mahahappy ba akez o mahahaggard ba akez para kay Rock Star dahil nagpakasal siya sa bilatchiwariwariwaps dahil learn na learn ko naman na berde din ang dugo niya, pula ang hasang niya . . . . isa siyang HALAMANG DAGAT. Wala lang, hindi ko lang ma-feel ang mga baklang nag-jujusawa ng bilat. Pero may mga knowsline naman akez na nagpakasal nga sa bilat pero hindi naman nila shinorgo ang totoo nilang kulay sa mga napangasawa nila. Hindi ko lang sure dito kay Rock Star. I feel sorry sa mga girls na nagpapakasal sa mga lalakeng akala nila ay tunay ngang mga lalake. It seems, so unfair. I mean, may mga ganun talagang mga gays, hindi rin nila kung minsan matanggap ang mga sarili nila kaya magpapakasal sila para lang mapatunayan sa buong mundo na luluki nga sila. As if naman noh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero parang part of myself is saying na bitter lang akey hey hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the first place, wit ko ren talaga learn kung anez ang ginagawa ko donchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That momentz, eh na-felt kong super shungastri talaga akey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have not done this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat hinayaan ko na lang siyang maging isang multo sa nakaraan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natapos ang photo shoot after 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chika ni Rock Star, siya na lang daw ang magbibigay sa 'ken 'nung set card para meron kaming rason na magkita ule to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binuhay ko ang sarili kong multo!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Full credits to &lt;a href="http://badinggerzie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Badinggerzie&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-8981238634975391249?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/8981238634975391249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=8981238634975391249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/8981238634975391249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/8981238634975391249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/01/ang-multong-nakaraan-gay-love-story.html' title='ANG MULTONG NAKARAAN - A Love Story'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-3539572165612846561</id><published>2007-01-26T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:34:34.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>"Am I Gay" - The End...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;as narrated by &lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com"&gt;Migs&lt;/a&gt; on his blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In this last installment of my email exchange with Seth, he puts his foot down and answers his own question, “Am I gay?” — read on and feel free to share your thoughts on how he brings his issues to a close. (For those who have not yet read the previous installments, read it &lt;a href="http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/01/am-i-gay.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;hello…&lt;br /&gt;i’ve been out of town for a couple of days…actually weeks.. kaya di na po ako nakapagreply….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i went to different places with my barkada.. trip trip lng… cebu for sinulog..&lt;br /&gt;boracay for a tan… bacolod just because it was on the way…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;now that i’m back…. i would really love to thank you….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the trip we had…. and the talk we had.. was all i needed to tell myself who am i… to answer my question…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sa lahat ng napuntahan nmin… i have proven myself that i’m finally over with the feeling of getting attracted to other guys… and not just because.. i don’t want to.. o pinipilit ko sarili ko na “huwag”… but because.. it suddenly became not my thing.. ayaw ko… it just evaporated from my system… we hanged out in different places met a lot of people… pero it never came in my mind kahit na my gay friend actually set me up to be with this guy..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i guess it was just my fear… kung bakit ako uncertain… and you were right… in the end…. ako parin magdedecide what i am.. who i am… i will be forever grateful for giving me this confidence…. you didn’t give me the answers… you made me look for the answer…….. you say your not a therapist.. pero if you would change into that profession.. i’m sure you’ll be a good one and you’ll be able to help a lot of people… &lt;img src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;let me say it one more time… THANK YOU……&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and oh.. what do you mean you’ll publish it?&lt;br /&gt;i’ve heard from my friend you have a blog..&lt;br /&gt;is that what your talking about??&lt;br /&gt;o sa magazine o dyaryo mo publish.. hehe.. &lt;img src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. kahit saan pa man… its no problem… &lt;img src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;THANK YOU MIGS….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- Seth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ALL CREDITS TO &lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com"&gt;MIGS&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-3539572165612846561?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/3539572165612846561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=3539572165612846561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/3539572165612846561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/3539572165612846561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/01/am-i-gay-end.html' title='&quot;Am I Gay&quot; - The End...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-1998889642793841264</id><published>2007-01-25T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T15:55:50.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>Hermit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/winged/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Hermit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Prudence, Caution, Deliberation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Hermit points to all things hidden, such as knowledge and inspiration,hidden enemies. The illumination is from within, and retirement from participation in current events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Hermit is a card of introspection, analysis and, well, virginity. You do not desire to socialize; the card indicates, instead, a desire for peace and solitude. You prefer to take the time to think, organize, ruminate, take stock. There may be feelings of frustration and discontent but these feelings eventually lead to enlightenment, illumination, clarity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Hermit represents a wise, inspirational person, friend, teacher, therapist. This a person who can shine a light on things that were previously mysterious and confusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-1998889642793841264?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/1998889642793841264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=1998889642793841264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1998889642793841264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1998889642793841264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/01/hermit.html' title='Hermit?'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-3091857048030903654</id><published>2007-01-24T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T15:08:42.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>"Am I Gay?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question has been asked by almost all of the men who are confused whether they're gay or not, and it is because of attraction to same sex...   It's really hard to have a concrete answer to this... I know that being confused with once sexuality is very hard but then at the end &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ONLY YOU HAS THE ANSWER TO THAT QUESTION&lt;/span&gt;... so ask yourself again and again... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM I GAY&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Let me share this post to you originally a post by &lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com/"&gt;Migs&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;A reader of his blog (&lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com/2007/01/23/a-reader-asks-am-i-gay/"&gt;manila gay guy&lt;/a&gt;) wrote him a letter asking if he is gay... I also included here some commentaries of the reader of his blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"AM I GAY?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;original post by &lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com/"&gt;Migs&lt;/a&gt;, January 23, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many great things I really enjoy when I started having this blog is receiving emails from readers. I get several everyday, and I tell you however busy I get, I always make it a point to open my email inbox, and excitedly go through emails from MGG readers. &lt;p&gt;For this post, I picked one email exchange. The email is from Seth, a father of two kids, each from a different woman. He asks, “Am I gay?” This is pretty long, but rather interesting. Read on. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Below is the exact email sent by Seth to me…)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;- o -&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt;hi…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;my name’s seth..&lt;br /&gt;i don’t know how to start…&lt;br /&gt;mainly im here hoping you have the answer to this question…&lt;br /&gt;kung ano ba talaga ako…?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;im really confused…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;im 21 years old.. dalawa na anak.. from two different woman..&lt;br /&gt;i’ve always been known as a chick boy, chick magnet. and other similar stuff…&lt;br /&gt;and talaga i love women.. and i probably wont be able to live without them…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;pero somehow i get attracted to men…&lt;br /&gt;lalo na if they are more attractive than me.. im not really bad my self btw…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;anyway..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;all i remember.. that i started having this kind of feeling when i was in 2nd year college… pinasali ako ng prof ko dati sa parang contest… interschool na beauty pageant…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i was attracted sa isang fellow contestant… i felt weird kasi alam ko straight ako… later i got to know him better… and the feeling just got worst.. i wanted to get inside his pants.. talagang gusto ko na sapakin sarili ko at hindi ko na maintindihan nararamdaman ko.. sabi ko probably just the tequila i had…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;later sa contest… fortunately nanalo nman ako.. he came to me.. congratulated me at kung pede ko daw cya samahan… didn’t know wer pero sama nman ako… and the rest was of the story was my first time “experience” with a guy…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;since then… i get attracted to men… pero ang totoo four times palang akong nagkaroon ng sexual experience with another guy… &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and this is probably the reason….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;’twas my second experience with a guy when i tried to go as far as sucking.. and getting nailed in the ass… pero it wasn’t very pleasant for me… i was even near beating the guy after sticking his thing in me… &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;after nung experience na yun.. i said to myself.. hindi nman cguro ako bakla talaga coz.. if i was.. na enjoy ko sana yun…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;pero still… hindi parin nawawala yung fact na attracted parin ako sa men…. ewan ko pero i enjoy so much watching another guy s*cking me.. tsaka yung thought na im f*cking a guy…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;im trying my best to stay away from having sexual experiences with guys again… kasi naaawa lng ako sa nagiging partner ko… like nung last time… he gave me a bj.. i f*cked him in the ass… after… he was obviously expecting me to do something in return.. wala nman akong ginawa kundi nagbihis at umalis…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i don’t think its fair kung ganon..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;when i’m making love to a woman.. i make sure na i give her pleasure… at hindi sarili ko lng iniisip… i think that’s how sex should be…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ewan ko bah… sometimes im thinking mental defect na ata tong akin…. sobra na ko maniac… do you think i’m gay? or do you think i just need profesional help…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;my email’s quite long… sorry…&lt;br /&gt;sorry din if somehow medyo offensive email ko..&lt;br /&gt;lalo na sa paraan ko ng pagkwekwento…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i’ll be happy to hear an answer from you soon…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;btw… i have a gay friend who recommended you to me..&lt;br /&gt;sabi nya better to ask you than go to a sex therapist or something…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;salamat ng marami…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;- o -&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt;hi seth…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;first of all, i’m not a therapist &lt;img src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":-)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;  consider me a friend who wants to help.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;alam mo, marami na akong nakausap na katulad mo. i too went through a similar process. hindi madali, talagang nakakalito to the point na mafu-frustrate ka. masuwerte ka na that you have a friend who you can talk to about this (i assume, alam nung gay friend mo about your confusion.) when i was confused before, wala akong masabihan. i even know one guy who committed suicide because of this. kaya unahan na kita — be strong, and look forward to that great happiness you will experience once you find your true self.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you ask, “do you think i’m gay?” — and i answer that: hindi importante kung ano ang sagot ko. ang importante, kung ano ang sagot mo. pero kung pipilitin mo ako sumagot, i would bluntly say, based on what you have shared, yes you probably are. the next question is, ano ba ang ibig sabihin ng gay? mahabang talakayan yan, pero the short answer is — maraming klase ng gay. sa karamihan ng tao, ang gay eh yung mga parlorista na nagsusuot pambabae. pero isang klase lang ng gay yung ganun. marami pa tayo, iba’t ibang uri, hugis, itsura, pananalita, galaw, etc.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;pag-isipan mo muna ang mga ito. kuwentuhan mo pa ako. baka mas marami pa akong ma-share din sa iyo next time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Migs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reader's comments:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leo&lt;/cite&gt; Says:      &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com/2007/01/23/a-reader-asks-am-i-gay/#comment-5675" title=""&gt;January 23rd, 2007 at 11:05 am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, para rin naman yang lalaki o babae, iba-iba rin ang trip. may mga lalaki na hindi titira sa pw*t, may mga babae na hindi nagbbj… sa gays ganoon din, may top at may bottom, may iba rin na hindi talaga nagsusuck at hindi nagpapatira sa pw*t.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thing is, accept who you are, as Migs said how people would answer your question is not as important as how you would answer it. Filipinos have a certain mentality about ‘gay’ kasi kaya minsan mahirap for a person to admit that he is gay. but when you come to accept who you are, despite what it’s called, then you will somehow be happy.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vincedejesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt; Says:      &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com/2007/01/23/a-reader-asks-am-i-gay/#comment-5747" title=""&gt;January 24th, 2007 at 12:21 am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have always believed that ‘bisexuality’ is a phase rather than a permanent stage; before you become exclusively gay, dadaanan mo muna ang katakot-takot na denial at pagpapatunay na hindi ka nga bading. Kaya maraming mga bading na may anak, kasi nga ‘pinatunayan’ nila minsan na hindi sila bading. Some guys eventually come to terms with their true selves and come out while others, sadly, choose to live their whole lives denying themselves real happiness.  &lt;p&gt;It becomes doubly-hard to accept one’s ‘homosexuality’ because of our fear of the Roman Catholic Church. Tapos andiyan pa ang society na napaka-judgemental. One would think na tanggap na ang kabadingan sa lipunan natin pero hindi pa rin — not because you see more and more gay personalities on tv or in politics that would mean tanggap na talaga ang bakla. “Okay lang na maging bakla ang kapit-bahay, pero HUWAG ang anak ko.” Double standards pa rin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In most parts of Europe, they dont really care which ‘box’ they fit in; whether straight, gay, bi or whatever, not really a big deal. When I was younger, I have had a sexual encounter with a dutch guy and the next day he told his dutch girlfriend about the whole thing and the girlfriend just giggled. (It was surreal, I swear.) I became close with the girl eventually, though sadly wala na ulit nangyari sa amin ng boyfriend niya. Di ko na kayang ulitin pa. This happened again with a young greek guy who told his girlfriend and then this german (pokpok ata ako noon.) That was when I realized kung gaano kalaki ang hangups nating mga Pinoy pagdating sa sex, sexuality at sexual preference. WHAT WE DO IN BED AND WHO WE DO IT WITH DOES NOT DEFINE WHO WE ARE. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seth, don’t wrack your brains out trying to figure if you are or if you’re not. The important thing is you respect whoever it is you’re with, have safe and passionate sex with the one you’re with and love the person you’re with. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And whatever you discover about yourself, never listen to what other people would say. Hindi ka naman nila pinapakain, di ba?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sabi nga ni ZATURNNAH “Pag-ibig ko’t pagmamahal… walang kinikilalang kulay o pangalan.”&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt; Says:       &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com/2007/01/23/a-reader-asks-am-i-gay/#comment-5770" title=""&gt;January 24th, 2007 at 7:11 am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth, what is important is how will you answer the question AM I GAY? Regardless of all the feedbacks, bottomline, ikaw pa rin ang sasagot niyan. And when you answer that question truthfully, will you ACCEPT THAT FACT? Otherwise, it will be an endless cycle of denials and questions. &lt;p&gt;With the facts you presented, of ‘Topping’ and ‘Bottoming’ with the same sex, the answer to your question is obvious. But, as everyone has been saying, YOU must answer that truthfully and ACCEPT that answer. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;However, it seems you aren’t bothered by your situation. You KNOW the answer but what you are looking for in MGG is SUPPORT, UNDERSTANDING, and ACCEPTANCE. At any rate, it is still YOU who will have the FINAL say on this issue.&lt;/p&gt; Don’t be confused Seth, HINDI KA NAG-IISA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The next day, Seth replied … with something quite shocking, and with some more revealing details…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"AM I GAY?" -&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original post by &lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com/"&gt;Migs&lt;/a&gt;, January 24, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, Seth further details his confusion, and somehow highlights his strong preference for women, and then again saying, “ang gulo talaga.” Towards the end of his letter he reveals an event in his childhood, and asks if it may be the cause of his confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Migs, &lt;p&gt;thank you so much for replying..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;salamat ng marami sa advice…&lt;br /&gt;and yes… i will be strong..&lt;br /&gt;i still have two small mouth to feed.. &lt;img src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;opo.. i’m grateful sa kaibigan kong ito…&lt;br /&gt;he’s always been there to answer my questions…&lt;br /&gt;kahit medyo malabao mga sagot nya…&lt;br /&gt;at wala din cya’ng idea how to describe me…&lt;br /&gt;it feels good na meron ka nakakausap about it…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kaya laki pasasalamat ko rin po that i found another one to talk too…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;actually… my barkada knows about this.. pero hindi lahat ng detail..&lt;br /&gt;all they know is that i’ve done it with other guys..&lt;br /&gt;i thought things would change pag nalaman nila.. pero instead..&lt;br /&gt;they treated me more of like thier alpha male..&lt;br /&gt;i somehow stand out as the leader of the pack kasi…&lt;br /&gt;tingin ko nga iba sa kanila takot sakin na i might do something to them… haha.. pero ok nman cla… bilib ako sa respeto nila sakin…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you said na there’s different types of gay.. sabi nyo rin po na you think i am…&lt;br /&gt;anong type ako ng gay kung ganon?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sabi nyo rin po ang sagot ko mas importante…&lt;br /&gt;ewan ko pero i think im not… kasi i never fall for guys..&lt;br /&gt;no offense pero i feel disgusted nga sometimes just thinking of it….&lt;br /&gt;pero sabi ng gay friend ko maybe its just me trying to deny it…&lt;br /&gt;sabi ko sa kanya … i don’t think so.. pero sometimes it really is confusing..&lt;br /&gt;pano kung totoo.. pero parang hindi nman… haaay.. gulo talaga isip ko…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;my friend tested me a lot of times… like sending me gay porn…&lt;br /&gt;and honestly… wala po epekto sakin.. that’s why pati friend ko gulong gulo na din…enjoy ko pa FHM collections ko… ang gulo talaga..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i would like to share this experience i have when i was small…&lt;br /&gt;wala pa po akong ibang sinasabihan nito…. hope you can keep this between us..&lt;br /&gt;i’m just desperately lookin’ for an answer…. &lt;img src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Note from Migs: Seth has given permission to publish this series of emails)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i was somehow abused when i was small.. di ko maalala kung ilang taon ako non…i think i was grade 1 or 2… it was my uncle…na ngaun nasa rehab na… he would kiss me vigorously.. then make me touch him… that happened a couple of times…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;think this affected me psychologically…?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i know you don’t have all the answers… pero would love to hear what you think…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;thank you ulit…..&lt;br /&gt;was finally able to tell someone about that very bad experience….&lt;br /&gt;feels really good.. feels light on the chest….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;- o -&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And here is my response:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hi Seth,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alam mo, that thing with your uncle? That happened to me too. And you know what else? Several other gay friends of mine had similar experiences too. Something in common among us (but I would say not to all gays.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Masaya ako that you feel lighter after opening up.  That’s great!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Regarding your being gay or not — alam mo, if you really think you are straight, that is no problem at all. Don’t worry about what I or others think… if you really prefer women, then that’s it. You actually do not need to label yourself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bottomline is, if you are not hurting anyone, then you’re OK.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Migs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now dear MGG readers, comment away! (There is a 3rd and last installment of this email exchange which I will publish tomorrow.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reader's comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ace&lt;/cite&gt; Says:      &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com/2007/01/24/am-i-gay-part-2/#comment-5794" title=""&gt;January 24th, 2007 at 10:34 am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think at this time Seth doesn’t need to label himself. All of his previous relationships (with both sexes) were short-term. He needs to relax and let his true sexuality come at in the context of finding real love and be in a committed relationship with someone (either male or female). If he falls in love with a woman then he will have to be happy with that and try to forget about his confusion. If he falls for a man, he will need to do the same. Sometimes, it is not clear cut as to where our preference lies so we do need to make a choice based on the love we feel for another person (male or female). Good luck, Seth.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrew&lt;/cite&gt; Says:      &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com/2007/01/24/am-i-gay-part-2/#comment-5797" title=""&gt;January 24th, 2007 at 11:12 am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For me, more likely than not Seth IS gay. It’s not about branding per se. That’s beside the point. (Although that’s what he’s asking for, I mean, kung ano ba s’ya talaga. I hope you’re getting me.)&lt;br /&gt;What’s your take on this: He enjoys having sex with men and even gets attracted to them? Sabihin man n’yang hindi n’ya gusto yung pakiramdam, sabihin man n’yang gusto n’yang bugbugin yung mga naikama n’ya, pero bakit naulit nang naulit yung pakikipag-sex n’ya sa kapawa n’ya lalake? Now, if that’s not gay, I don’t know what is.&lt;br /&gt;Seth’s friend may have a point there. Maybe somewhere in his subconscious there’s this denial going on. But facts are already laid on the table. Now it’s up to Seth whether he’ll acknowledge them or not.&lt;br /&gt;I also had my fair share of this unfortunate, common-among-us event that Migs is talking about when I was in my early teens. I’m now in my late 20’s and sometimes I still experience bitterness in accepting the fact that I’m a member of this “federation.” However, my mind is fully aware that I am. I guess it’s just a matter of digging deeper into yourself, knowing who you really are, and finally accepting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jo&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Says:      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com/2007/01/24/am-i-gay-part-2/#comment-5798" title=""&gt;January 24th, 2007 at 11:18 am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Seth, somehow, with this second installment, things become clear to us readers. However, one thing missing here was your reaction during the time you were molested. This is vital in analyzing your current state of mind. It borders in whether the molestation was either traumatic or confusing. We need not elaborate on the traumatic side but would focus on the confusing side. During that age, if the child was not physically hurt during the molestation, the child simply goes to the process of what the adult wanted him to do. Otherwise this would now be traumatic. Simply stated, the child does not usually give meaning to the things they do. It was just a game to them. This is what you should focus with. What was your frame of mind during the time your were molested? By this, you may be able to answer the questions bugging you. This may be the reason why you indulged yourself sexually with the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;But again, as previously stated, you alone can answer your question. I suggest you forget about labelling gays because that is not an issue. Contemplate and focus on the experiences you’ve encountered. There and only there can you find the real meaning of what you really are?&lt;br /&gt;Smile, a whole new experience in life awaits you.              &lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All Credits to &lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com/"&gt;Migs&lt;/a&gt; and his blog &lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com/"&gt;Manila Gay Guy&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-3091857048030903654?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/3091857048030903654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=3091857048030903654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/3091857048030903654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/3091857048030903654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/01/am-i-gay.html' title='&quot;Am I Gay?&quot;'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-8568211317355431213</id><published>2007-01-18T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T00:57:07.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rumors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Luis Alandy takes the HOT SEAT with DJ MO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/Ra5UwrCdAYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/79GDwlVnrB8/s1600-h/78245074_8321fb388d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/Ra5UwrCdAYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/79GDwlVnrB8/s400/78245074_8321fb388d_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021043829728149890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="msgtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dj Mo now guest Luis Alandy ready to answer his forbidden questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you mostly hate about showbusiness?&lt;br /&gt;- honestly, the kaplastikan, artists themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Mo : andi i like this artist too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is your man crush?&lt;br /&gt;- Local?&lt;br /&gt;MO : im very open to that, i like bamboo&lt;br /&gt;- I think it's Jericho&lt;br /&gt;Mojojo : We have something in common, echo is hot&lt;br /&gt;- he was just like my mentor, i saw him act, he was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;MO : nice guy, i like his curly hair, the chest was good when his shirt's off&lt;br /&gt;Mojojo : i dont mind joining him play basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The worst thing youve done to a fan?&lt;br /&gt;- making me sign in his passbook, it's legal matters, bawal ata yon, so ayun..we were in the show, i forgot the place, there were people downstairs, covering our face people are scratching, then one guy, or gay something grabbed my you know...not only me, but also some celebrities also were there, and i grab his hand and pushed him over.&lt;br /&gt;Mojojo : im sorry for doing you that (laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever cheated on your gf?&lt;br /&gt;- yes. with Tin arnaldo way back. Well, not really cheated. But yes i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How far how you gone to check if your gf is cheating you?&lt;br /&gt;- i never checked their cel or emails. The last time it happened was i think w/ tin, then des. the last time it happened. I just asked my friends if they see them often w/ a bar and they told me they saw her with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Mo : i would like to commend you for being too honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. have you ever lied in a chismis show regarding chismis about you?&lt;br /&gt;- no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what's the better tv station, GMA 7 or ABS CBN 2?&lt;br /&gt;- that's hard to answer. coz they are 2 different stations in some way... i started with gma. Ok, so its like, abs is a better station in terms of show, while gma is a better station in terms of treating their talents...&lt;br /&gt;MO : yah, i agree on that...they almost pamper their talents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. you said you are a part of the barako boys? Pick 4 and in a fist fight who would win?&lt;br /&gt;- myself. i think carlo maceda is the hardest one to beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. how old were you when you lost your virginity?&lt;br /&gt;- 14 man.&lt;br /&gt;Mo : 13?&lt;br /&gt;- 14 man.&lt;br /&gt;Mo : how dare of me to say 13.&lt;br /&gt;- it was something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. im gonna name 5 names and give me the corresponding animal to each? and why?&lt;br /&gt;- Alessandra de Rossi - lion, coz she tends to be too loud, how she commands evrybody, she's brave&lt;br /&gt;- Desiree del Valle - a bird. she's the sweetest thing.&lt;br /&gt;Mojojo : i like bird, what kind of bird?&lt;br /&gt;- Roxanne Barcelo - hyena (one that transforms in diff sexual preference)&lt;br /&gt;- andi9 - fox&lt;br /&gt;- Mojojojo - Crocodile. I think he's dangerous&lt;br /&gt;Mojojo : nope im an alligator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. have you ever been offered money by a DOW or gay dude? how much?&lt;br /&gt;- yes, funny thing, i was offered a year ago, and just he told me he wanted to see me, and was a manager of some sort and i think i knew him before from talent center, he is a gay and he told me a friend of his wants to meet me and theyre gonna pay me 200,000 and they told me we're gonna stay in this hotel. What kind of guy do you think i am. I think it's 200 or 250,000 i think..&lt;br /&gt;Mojojo : Ang cheap mo naman..&lt;br /&gt;MO : i am insulted i never had one of those. even 5,000, i think at least give me a flat rate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Bad encounter w/ a local celebrity? You or someone close to you&lt;br /&gt;- this is hard coz if im gonna answer this, im going to say a name of one of the most powerful person. I havent encountered big stars, but its with my niece and sister in law, from a family member. The story is, ok this sounds funny. a tito of mine works in abs cbn. she brought my sis in law and niece to watch the show. And one break time the 2 wanted to take pictures with this famous celeb, of course they were starstrucked with this celebrity so they took out their camera... My niece, she was like 2 or 3 they were taking time. The celebrity told my niece ano ba ang tagal tagal nyo itulak kita jan eh. Everybody was thinking it was Kris Aquino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MO : Luis, was it ?&lt;br /&gt;- yes. celebrities have their own bad days. it was just one bad day. yes it was kris aquino..&lt;br /&gt;MO : you need to go 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. best Kisser, desiree or polo raveles?&lt;br /&gt;- Desiree.&lt;br /&gt;Out of 10, how many guys have you kissed? Holy crap you have to think, how many?&lt;br /&gt;- once every single day.. Polo Ravales, Christian Vasquez. During shoots when we were doing movies and stage shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/Ra5S2bCdAXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kq1jkaQeXXc/s1600-h/polo-kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/Ra5S2bCdAXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kq1jkaQeXXc/s400/polo-kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021041729489142130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="msgtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;MO : Whos the better kisser? Paolo Paraiso, Polo Ravales, Christian Vasquez?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; - i cant remember. maybe christian. Coz honestly it was my first time to kiss a guy, i dont do it on tv, just on stage, it wasnt just as memorable but wala yun lang yon eh. It was sort of french kiss but w/o tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Almost half way bro, luis, which celeb has the worst B.O?&lt;br /&gt;- i havent been hanging around w/ celebs so i dont know who...i can name a good friend, i think he smokes a lot, paolo paraiso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. who in showbusiness is the worst dresser?&lt;br /&gt;- have to be famous?&lt;br /&gt;Mojojo : atleast notable&lt;br /&gt;- carlos agassi&lt;br /&gt;Mo : you know what? isang appear to that. Yellow pants is you know...ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever almost had a fistfight with a local celeb?&lt;br /&gt;- i haven't. almost yes..can i say hi to my friends, butch, paul, mon castro, and cj. With Carlos. It was a scene na kukunan sa dulo ng walang hanggan, we rehearsed it in the wrong way, nung aactual take na, he grabbed me from my back and then he threw me on the table, that wasnt supposed to be the scene. when youre doing that, me as an actor, us as actors, we should know what we do and how we choreograph the scene. I think the food on the table was adobo, food spilled on me all over my clothes, and i got mad and then asked ano ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 More to save Andi's job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : are you also in Pangako sayo?&lt;br /&gt;Luis : yes&lt;br /&gt;Caller : i think Luis is doing great though the questions are doing him hard time i know you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;Mo : andi you owe him a valentine's date. Now is your chance, andi just admitted she has a crush on you, and her cheeks are red.&lt;br /&gt;Mojojo : oh my God, you are blushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Theres a new movie coming out and its called we are the worst actors, who plays the leading man and who plays the leading woman?&lt;br /&gt;- actor i think, i dont know the last name. i do think in showbusiness, in years youve been in this line, i think Gerald Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;Mojojo : hes really cute but his acting is really bad.&lt;br /&gt;MO : good looks has nothing to do with here. if its only for looks, then they are gonna be given any award.&lt;br /&gt;- actress - sandara park&lt;br /&gt;Mo : 2 weeks in a row, she's cute but a lot have voted for sandara. Hero said sandara for every question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who in showbusiness is the most plastic person?&lt;br /&gt;- Included reporters?&lt;br /&gt;MO : no, i have separate question for reporters&lt;br /&gt;- Jobert.&lt;br /&gt;Mo : O suck-oldito?&lt;br /&gt;Mojojo : SuKa-ldito?&lt;br /&gt;Jobert Sucaldito. he was writing nasty things about me. When i saw him he was like o luis kamusta ka na?&lt;br /&gt;Mo : hes not a celebrity, more of showbiz parasite. Ahem, im sorry&lt;br /&gt;- I told you awhile ago about my niece and sister in law? yes kris aquino. She's good to me but how can you explain what she did to my family members?&lt;br /&gt;MO : A text came in, Gerald anderson managed by jobert sucaldito? what a shocker, good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Showbiz girls you tried flirting with? And tried to hook up with but got turned down?&lt;br /&gt;- Kaye Abad. I dont flirt with my showbiz friends. Nothing serious, my friends tease me but i dont get flirty&lt;br /&gt;MO : better be prepared of Chito, he might be coming up to you next hahaha, look at his big muscles...well, i like parokya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Fill in the blanks : Andi9 should stop doing _ And start doing __&lt;br /&gt;- stop being snobbish. At first she was. And then start going to work. i dont know, i havent started hanging out w/ her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You need to get 30 to save her job. What's the worst billboard in edsa?&lt;br /&gt;- i forgot the brand name. I think sina Iwa Moto, somewhere in North Edsa. I think Danilo Barrios. I forgot the clothing line.&lt;br /&gt;Mo : it wasnt a worst billboard, i love that billboard, its visually offensive, it's Michael V's billboard.&lt;br /&gt;- And also the BNY billboard. And the Ellen Beauty Products.&lt;br /&gt;Mo : horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : who do you think is the worst Magic DJs?&lt;br /&gt;- im not familiar w/ any name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. We need 8 hard ones... Which celeb couple you think will not last?&lt;br /&gt;- considering what you have said, i think rufa mae and erik santos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Which female celeb could have had admitted having plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;- angelika dela cruz. The chin part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 &amp;amp; 25 .this is gonna be the hardest q's. Im gonna get you out before 30 coz i want andi suspended. If you can take the following line dude we know youre gay, who will that be?&lt;br /&gt;- admit youre gay, one is Uma Khouny. Paolo Ballesteros. For those who are saying, ive been hearing Piolo's name. No hes not. the guy is so nice...&lt;br /&gt;MO : you know, i dont believe Piolo is one, he's nice, he acts like one of the british, you know the feminine type. just like Piolo, very nice, but easily attacks, why coz man, big star, he's a superstar and i mean, its me talking and i believe he's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever pleasured yourself w/ thoughts of andi9?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;Andi - thanks for being so honest..&lt;br /&gt;Mojojo : i believe he lied.&lt;br /&gt;Caller thought of Luis not lying with his answer.&lt;br /&gt;MO : look at me in the eyes, have you ever pleasured yourself w/ the thoughts of andi?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;Caller believed he sounds convincing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Many celebrities come here and admitted it, have you ever slept w/ a fan?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;MO : almost? Sure?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo : halfway there?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andi : somebody was complaining coz we should have given you 1 pt for each animal question&lt;br /&gt;MO : no, it was an easy question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Local celebrity you dislike working with, like when you see their name on the line up you say like Darn?&lt;br /&gt;- i worked w/ him in stage play, Jay Manalo. He's working attitude or ano, for stage ha, it really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Tap out time, Luis. Don't check your phone coz people will say "dont answer"... here we go, fire in the hole, who's better in bed, you can tap out right here, at 29 who's better in bed, roxanne barcelo or alessandra de rossi?&lt;br /&gt;- the thing is, i haven't slept w/ alex....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 people youve slept with, famous only?&lt;br /&gt;MO : lets have a deal, tap out or not? deal or no deal?&lt;br /&gt;- no..im not gonna tap out on that question....&lt;br /&gt;MO : Ok its a deal, i give you 1 pt for every name you answer, if you answer 3 lets get to 32...&lt;br /&gt;- including my girlfriends of course. The other one is pretty, not pretty popular but yes she's pretty... you know her...&lt;br /&gt;1 : desiree del valle&lt;br /&gt;2 : Tin arnaldo&lt;br /&gt;3 : Kat alanoyou told me i have to be honest, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-32. LUis, i want you to kiss mojojo on the lips. Everybody has done that except me, it's a dare thing..&lt;br /&gt;MOjojo : just imagine that we are in the brokeback mountain.&lt;br /&gt;MO : luis, if natalie portman is here and you say like you have to kiss mojojo to save natalie's job, what are you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;Andi : he already kissed mojojo&lt;br /&gt;MO : no, i said if im not satisfied with the kiss like lolo apo, then i wont count it in... shut up now, go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the smooching... i need a drum roll...&lt;br /&gt;Andi : oh my God, he's ready now grabbing you mojojo...&lt;br /&gt;MO : 5, 4, 3, 2, 1&lt;br /&gt;Mojojo : yeahhhhh, i love it...&lt;br /&gt;oMG, mojojo was really so damn kilig....&lt;br /&gt;MO : this is awesome, an open mouth kiss&lt;br /&gt;Mojojo : oh my he's a better actor&lt;br /&gt;MO : who's a better kisser?&lt;br /&gt;Mojojo : soft lips, oh my, with Luis here, i felt something ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Craziest place youve done it?&lt;br /&gt;- laundry area. YOu have to find ways when youre young...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Which showbiz reporter you dislike the most, you hate?&lt;br /&gt;- he managed biboy ramirez's and marvin agustin's PR.. joey diego...he picks on me all the time..i know he did this, he was just so ungentleman with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Luis, how big is your wang?&lt;br /&gt;- 6 1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Give me your cellphone and let me read 7th message down..&lt;br /&gt;From EPOY , you can do it man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. have you tried any illegal drugs?&lt;br /&gt;- yah&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;- mary jane&lt;br /&gt;sure?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What's the worst television show on TV right now?&lt;br /&gt;- I dont know if its still airing, PDA..Instantly they can make it celebrities which i think they cannot handle it that easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. is there a luis alandy sex tape? never took a picture of yourself in nude?&lt;br /&gt;- im not really into that..&lt;br /&gt;Mojojo : are you open coz i have a camera right here... (laugh)&lt;br /&gt;we dare you to perform a little dance..&lt;br /&gt;- i cant dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. when was the last time you read pornographic mag?&lt;br /&gt;- dianne lane... 3 weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;Pick 1 to kiss when you go 40...&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to kiss?&lt;br /&gt;- of course andi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-8568211317355431213?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/8568211317355431213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=8568211317355431213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/8568211317355431213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/8568211317355431213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/01/luis-alandy-takes-hot-seat-with-dj-mo.html' title='Luis Alandy takes the HOT SEAT with DJ MO!'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/Ra5UwrCdAYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/79GDwlVnrB8/s72-c/78245074_8321fb388d_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-6493941566764649501</id><published>2007-01-13T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T02:21:42.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Early signs you're a LOVE MATCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it takes time to test true compatibility, there are some clear clues that you and your new guy may have found the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"real deal"&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;you crack each other up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if you're a pair that really spark and get each other's sense of humor, that bodes well for healthy future together. Not only are you having a blast with him now, but also down the road, that comic relief will take the edge off any heated arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;your spats fizzle fast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;all couples clash. However, if you can resolve your tiffs and get over the issue at hand fairly quickly, then you're genuinely open to seeing the other's point of view and moving forward, which is the touchstone of a tight twosome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you play together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's true what they say: If you can really cut loose in front of each other, and don't feel the need to censor your behavior, you have the freedom to be yourself and what it takes to stay together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;you don't run hot and cold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when you're sizzling one minute and frigid the next, there's a doubt in your duo.  But if your feelings for each other are constant, even when he drives you nuts, then your bond is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"real deal"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"you don't say"&lt;br /&gt;by audrey nelson, ph.d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and for your eyes only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Merrick Lumagui,  crowned &lt;a href="http://kouros2006.com/"&gt;Kouros 2006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RafP5rCdAWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wDL3PFP0hzE/s1600-h/kouros-finals-108-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RafP5rCdAWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wDL3PFP0hzE/s400/kouros-finals-108-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019208899440214370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;vovovongacious ano!!!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-6493941566764649501?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/6493941566764649501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=6493941566764649501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/6493941566764649501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/6493941566764649501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/01/early-signs-youre-love-match.html' title='Early signs you&apos;re a LOVE MATCH!'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RafP5rCdAWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wDL3PFP0hzE/s72-c/kouros-finals-108-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-1551800295976670243</id><published>2007-01-10T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T17:14:52.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><title type='text'>1 GAY + 1 GAY = 2 GAYS</title><content type='html'>It's a story about a gay guy who found out that his 'lil bro is also gay in one bar at Malate...&lt;br /&gt;I promise you matatawa talaga kayo sa story niya........&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;       1 GAY + 1 GAY = 2 GAYS&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://badinggerzie.blogspot.com/2005/04/1-gay-1-gay-2-gays.html"&gt;BA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://badinggerzie.blogspot.com/2005/04/1-gay-1-gay-2-gays.html"&gt;DINGERZIE&lt;/a&gt;  (Sunday, April 17, 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; Kagabi, rumampa kami ng mga friendiva ko sa Malars (Malate). In fairness, 48 years na ren naman since the las time na umatak ako sa Malars dahil bisi-bisihan ang lola 'nyo sa workikay ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaga akez na nakarating, mga around 11. Excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway highway, mga 12 na nang dumating si Rica (Richard) at si Claudine (Claudio). Kararating nga lang pala ni Rica dahil nag-fly ever si bakla sa Singapore at nag may-I-visit siya sa kanyang long distance dyowa na narsisa, si Lucas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual ang mga badingerzie eh "paminta" mode na naman kagabe. Ewan ko ba? Pero yon talaga ang kultura sa Malars, mas mukha kang menchus eh mas wagi ka. Well, naglolokohan lang naman talaga ang mga badinggerzie dahil lahat ng utaw doonchie e mga halamang-dagat talaga . . . . . . malangsa . . . . . . . pula ang hasang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagchismisan muna kami at super spot ng mga menchus. Na-sight namin si Duke. Hottest na hottest pa ren siya as ever at kras na kras ko pa ren siya. Pumintig na naman ang puriit ng lola 'nyo ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga 1 na nang umatak kami sa isang bar. Hay naku, wag 'nyo nang alamain kung anung namesung ng bar pero front lang ang pagiging bar niya dahil sa second floor eh may "dark room" na siper hadahan ang labanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinkaloo lang kame ng beer ng sligh-slight. Nandun si Duke sa bar at sheeeeeet, hind ko na naman mapigilan ang sarili ko . . . . . di ako makapakali ever, para akong uod na binunburan ng asin. "Mommy, I feel wet!" na naman ang drama ko. Pero learn 'nyo na, torpedo naman kasi ang lola 'nyo kaya hindi makuhang karirin si Duke. Eh super gwash naman kasi nya noh at sa itsura kong 'to eh Monumento at Baclaran ang pagitan namen. Haaaaay. Hindi naman ako super chaka, keri-keri na, pero naman kasi yung mga nagiging karir ni Duke eh mga hottest din. So, ang lola 'nyo malamang eh magiging "thank you girl" lang in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagdecide na akez na pumanik sa second floor after 3 bottles, karir mode na dahil eynimomentz eh andyan na si Sandra at dadautin na naman ang beauty ng mga badinggerzie, kaya habang maaga eh go lang ng go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi tinatawag na dark room ang second floor dahil wala lang. Infairness, dark talaga siya. Tapos majinit kasi super daming badinggerzie ang nagsiksikan para humada at magpahada.&lt;br /&gt;So enter naman ako, dahan-dahan. Pa-demure effect. Nakakatatlong hakbang palang ako eh may may-I-grab na ng isang menchus ang juwet ko. Naloka naman daw ako. Deadma. Hindi ko bet ang atak niya. Nakipagsiksikan akey maski sobrang jinit at kakaiba ang ikmel na parang pinahalu-halong cologne, pabango, pawis at pati na ren siguro ang mga shumodstra na nagkalat.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos may-I-sit ako sa isang corner. sa akanan ko eh may dalawang naglalampumchingan. Hear ko ang bawat higop . . . . . . hahahahahaha. Sa kaliwa ko naman ay may bagets. Even though hindi ko siya talaga ma-sight dahil super dilim nga, pero feeling ko sa katawan eh bagets nga. Tapos hinawakan niyang dahan-dahan yung binti ko. Nanginginig pa nga. Enjoy naman ako dahil bagets itu. Tamis-tamisan at higit sa lahat eh linis-linisan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nakuntento ang bagets, itinaas niya ever ang himas niya sa notralba ko tapos bumulong siya sa aken. Ask niya kung okay lang daw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko naman, okay lang. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero naloka ako ng slight nung una dahil merong something sa voice niya. Learn na learn ko yung voice na 'yon, promise! Parang gusto kong tumambling mula doon hanggang Luneta nang na-feel kong kakaiba ang bagets ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginetching ko agad yung nyelpi ko sa bulsa at inilawan ang fez ng bagets, hoping na mali ang feelings ko. Pero 'nung na-sight ko nga ang fez ay hindi ko alam kung tatambling na ba ako o sisigaw na lang ng Darna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Nick, ang shofatid ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagulat siya 'nung na-sight niya rin ako tapos tumayo agad siya tapos bumaba. Follow the leader naman akez hanggang makalabas kami ng bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinanong ko siya kung anu ang ginagawa niya doon at sabi niya eh nagkaayaan lang daw silang magbabarkada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise, so very Sharon Cuneta at Judy Ann Santos ang eksena naming dalawa at mega talak ako sa shofatid. Naloloka ako sa fact na nasa dark room ang shofatid ko at ang mas super nakakaloka pa dun ay muntik na akong hadahin ng sofatid ko! At ang super-mega-over nakakaloka dun eh malamang badinggerzie din ang kapatid ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinung veklus ba naman ang hindi maloloka sa eksena da 'vah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pina-fly ko na siya ng balay at doonchie na lang kami mag-uusap dahil hindi ko na rin kinakaya ang eksenang may mga utaw na nakakasight sa 'ming dalawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bago kami unwe eh tinalakan naman ako ni Rica at Claudine. Sabi nila, hindi raw dapat na mawarla ako dahil veklus nga ang shofatid ko. Ang kinaiinis ko lang eh, how come I didn't see it coming? Baket sa ganitong eksena pa magkakaalamanan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman sa witchelles ko bet na maging veklus ang shofatid ko but the thing is, baket hindi niya pina-learn sa 'ken para may guidance from the older sister. Learn ko naman na harsh talaga ang buhay vek-vek. Sana man lang nga eh nalaman ko da vah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero pramis until now eh hindi pa ren kami nag-uusap ni Nick. Kasi hindi ko alam kung anu ang ibebersa ko sa kanya. Jiniisip ko ren kung pano kapan na-learn ng mudra namen itu. Dalawa lang ang junakis niya, parehas luluki, pero parehas namang badinggerzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, hahayaan ko munang magg-subside ang shock effect. Pero sooner or later, I have to confront my veklus na shofatid about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck sa lola 'nyo.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;All credits to &lt;a href="http://badinggerzie.blogspot.com/"&gt;BADINGERZIE&lt;/a&gt;'s Blog... Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-1551800295976670243?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/1551800295976670243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=1551800295976670243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1551800295976670243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1551800295976670243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/01/1-gay-1-gay-2-gays.html' title='1 GAY + 1 GAY = 2 GAYS'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-1332124982678105146</id><published>2007-01-08T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T04:00:16.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bisexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Buddies discovering they are a "little bit" gay...</title><content type='html'>It's a football thing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the Classic MadTV skit about two supposedly straight buddies discovering they are a "little bit" gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qnNbleh6s10"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qnNbleh6s10" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-1332124982678105146?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/1332124982678105146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=1332124982678105146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1332124982678105146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1332124982678105146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/01/buddies-discovering-they-are-little-bit.html' title='Buddies discovering they are a &quot;little bit&quot; gay...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-3666330296260230041</id><published>2007-01-05T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:55:12.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Wanted Straight Acting Gays...</title><content type='html'>I read this fresh post of Migs blog (Manila Gay Guy)  and funny that if not all... the situation is very very close to what is happening in the gay community here in this city... Tacloban...&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Migs narrating...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over late dinner in one of those fancy restaurants in Greenbelt, 3 gays talking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anton: Hay, I want to have a partner who’s straight acting. Ayoko ng effem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg: As in yung walang bahid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anton: Yes! Yun bang hindi talaga halata… not the pilit, paminta type! I want the real deal straight acting gay guy… straight kumilos at magsalita, only his sexual preference is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kent: Ang babaw naman… but well, you have a right to have preferences… pero you know that in time those manly/straight-acting behaviors can change, right? Especially kapag nabarkada siya sa mga bading, one can become more effem by osmosis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg: So what if your partner transforms from straight acting to fabulous flamingo by osmosis? Mamahalin mo pa rin ba siya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anton: …&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Migs!&lt;br /&gt;Peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-3666330296260230041?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/3666330296260230041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=3666330296260230041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/3666330296260230041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/3666330296260230041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/01/wanted-straight-acting-gays.html' title='Wanted Straight Acting Gays...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-8972750562067603834</id><published>2007-01-05T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:44:56.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>How many men have you SLEPT with?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whether it’s two or 20, we all have a number, and numbers talk. What does yours say about you? And what will he say when you reveal it? Your number can be a source of mystery, humor, insecurity, pride – or all of the above.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“your number means only what it means to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;When it comes to the number of sexual partners, there’s no universal chart that says three you’re a good person, 10 is a party goer, 30 is a ho.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whether it’s zero, one, five, 50, or 500, modern persons are much more accepting of themselves and less likely to apply the stereotypical categories of slut, stud, etc., to their behavior.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“your number can help you know yourself…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Is your number 10? Or 20? Even if you’ve never given your number much thought, tabulating it can help you figure out how your sex life illuminates your life overall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The rate at which your number changes can show you the differences in your appetite, circumstances, needs and priorities in glorious, informative detail.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But there are some things it can’t tell you…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“your number has nothing to do with how sexual you are…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Why should someone who’s given 50 blowj**bs but had intercourse with only five people be considered less sexual that someone who’s had 30 one-night stands?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;You can have a lot of sex without satisfaction.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;On the other hand your number might be just one, but your sex life can still rate a 10.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“he wants to know your number – or he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; he does…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Its true: This is the number-one sex secret most of our partner want to know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why? It may intimidate your partner for the greater experiences you had and above all worried to be compared with the other partners you had slept with… however what matters most here is the enthusiasm for sex, which never waned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’ll prove to be much more important in the long run.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“your number is nobody’s business but your own…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“Honesty is the best policy.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well I say that it’ll depend to whom, and the right time… you decide…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“you’re not weird if you don’t have a number…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Experts says virgins are just as sexual as anyone else… but they’ve made a choice based on religion or personality because they know what feels right for them…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“… or have no interest in tallying it”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Does your number add up to what you want it to? Is it worth celebrating? Its sure as hell is – because it’s all yours…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;from Glamour, dec '02 issue…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-8972750562067603834?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/8972750562067603834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=8972750562067603834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/8972750562067603834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/8972750562067603834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-many-men-have-you-slept-with_05.html' title='How many men have you SLEPT with?...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-3321227441265585829</id><published>2007-01-04T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T14:06:32.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Another Day'/><title type='text'>A Job... less New Year</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZyYjGKuC2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/NXS81zWyPRo/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZyYjGKuC2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/NXS81zWyPRo/s200/DSC00040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016051813702306658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New year's day had pass and I still don't know what to do with my life... got no job, no plans or what so ever... I don't know, I really just don't know... Sure I want to have a job... But honestly here in this place, I am running out of hope that I could get one... Most of the local based company here do not really look at your  qualification, but then they ask you whether you know somebody or you could surely get a job if someone would recommend you to their company... I am getting tired of applying to jobs that I know I am fit but then you keep on waiting, and waiting, until the time comes you'll just know that they hire somebody else without giving you a fair chance of showing what I've got... Many of my friends though suggested that they themselves have feel that way and decided to go to Manila and there, they indeed got the job which they wanted to have... I know and I believe that if ever I'll go there I could get a nice job also... but then theres so many to consider... lot of stuff... a place to live &amp;amp; money.... which currently I don't have... Sure I could crash to my friends place, but the thing is I just can't ask money from my folks now... I know what position my family is right now, that's why I can't... Its really hard to live in my situation right now... The only choice I have now is to wait.... Hoping that somebody would consider my online application... That's why I am very thankful that we have an internet  at home, thanks to 'te Shi who is paying for our connection... Though there is so little to hope for still I choose to believe that someday they'll be knocking  at my door, I just hope that its soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...&lt;br /&gt;if you have a recommendation for me, I would appreciate it greatly... Just hit the Comment button... TY&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; click the here to view my &lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/View?docid=dzs22mr_116246f8"&gt;RESUME&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-3321227441265585829?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/3321227441265585829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=3321227441265585829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/3321227441265585829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/3321227441265585829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/01/job-less-new-year.html' title='A Job... less New Year'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZyYjGKuC2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/NXS81zWyPRo/s72-c/DSC00040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-5509119705698945759</id><published>2007-01-01T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T23:10:04.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><title type='text'>Welcome 2007!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZfQewbLYPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UVpjZIKqTak/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZfQewbLYPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UVpjZIKqTak/s200/DSC00031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014705936913883378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Every man should be born again on the first day of January.  Start with a fresh page.  Take up one hole more in the buckle if necessary, or let down one, according to circumstances; but on the first of January let every man gird himself once more, with his face to the front, and take no interest in the things that were and are past".&lt;/span&gt;  ~Henry Ward Beecher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-5509119705698945759?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/5509119705698945759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=5509119705698945759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/5509119705698945759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/5509119705698945759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2007/01/welcome-2007.html' title='Welcome 2007!'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZfQewbLYPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UVpjZIKqTak/s72-c/DSC00031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-2074702717223308880</id><published>2006-12-30T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T12:49:50.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunks'/><title type='text'>Jerome Ortiz... and Andrew Wolff... whew!</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXqNQbLYJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZsXpBSpTnF4/s1600-h/jerome-striptease-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXqNQbLYJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZsXpBSpTnF4/s200/jerome-striptease-1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014171273615073426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jerome Ortiz is the 2006 Mossimo Bikini Grand Prix Winner. He was born here in the Philippines, but is now based in Cologne, Germany. He works as a Sports Journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXpXgbLYII/AAAAAAAAAIM/iJvfhFJlhN8/s1600-h/jerome-striptease-2-last.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXpXgbLYII/AAAAAAAAAIM/iJvfhFJlhN8/s320/jerome-striptease-2-last.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014170350197104770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXpXgbLYHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/FHBSXfsM5gY/s1600-h/jerome-striptease-2-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXpXgbLYHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/FHBSXfsM5gY/s320/jerome-striptease-2-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014170350197104754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXpXgbLYGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/s829N0_EvWI/s1600-h/jerome-striptease-3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXpXgbLYGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/s829N0_EvWI/s320/jerome-striptease-3-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014170350197104738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXpXQbLYEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zPjZh7ptlIc/s1600-h/jerome+ortiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXpXQbLYEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zPjZh7ptlIc/s320/jerome+ortiz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014170345902137410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXpXQbLYFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AKdLQ4mDLJk/s1600-h/jerome-striptease-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXpXQbLYFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AKdLQ4mDLJk/s320/jerome-striptease-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014170345902137426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXtFwbLYKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ij3zklSmfhg/s1600-h/Andrew_Wolf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXtFwbLYKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ij3zklSmfhg/s400/Andrew_Wolf2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014174443300937890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;remember Andrew Wolff?... Its  a bit sometimes when I last saw this hunkee on TV... Too bad he went back to the US because of some controversies here... I wonder if he still into modeling there...  Anyways found this photos  of him... he is such a teaser (in public though)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXtcgbLYMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEzmPo3UQ5o/s1600-h/Andrew_Wolf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXtcgbLYMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EEzmPo3UQ5o/s400/Andrew_Wolf1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014174834142961858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXt0AbLYNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3AZQbF01Bco/s1600-h/Andrew_Wolf1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXt0AbLYNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3AZQbF01Bco/s400/Andrew_Wolf1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014175237869887698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXt0AbLYOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/V5kyU5cOrIY/s1600-h/Andrew_Wolf1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXt0AbLYOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/V5kyU5cOrIY/s400/Andrew_Wolf1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014175237869887714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXtcgbLYLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Lqs_vXcwbA4/s1600-h/Andrew_Wolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXtcgbLYLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Lqs_vXcwbA4/s400/Andrew_Wolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014174834142961842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Full credit to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Manila Gay Guy&lt;/span&gt; for this hot photos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-2074702717223308880?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/2074702717223308880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=2074702717223308880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2074702717223308880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2074702717223308880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/12/jerome-ortiz.html' title='Jerome Ortiz... and Andrew Wolff... whew!'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXqNQbLYJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZsXpBSpTnF4/s72-c/jerome-striptease-1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-7960281256361141518</id><published>2006-12-30T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T13:01:59.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunks'/><title type='text'>Terence Baylon... now big Jun-jun</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXjiwbLX5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/7E16i-YcJW8/s1600-h/terence_baylon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXjiwbLX5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/7E16i-YcJW8/s320/terence_baylon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014163946400866194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still remember "Jun-jun"... the autistic child character in the 1991 Vilma Santos-Christopher de Leon starrer “Ipagpatawad Mo.” Fifteen years later, “Jun-jun” re-emerges, not anymore as an autistic child, but as a gyrating macho dancer in Twilight Dancers. Anyways here he is... meet Jun-jun... now big Jun-jun... lol hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Manila Gay Guy&lt;/span&gt; for the pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXktQbLX8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/XTqr8tpedDM/s1600-h/terence_baylon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXktQbLX8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/XTqr8tpedDM/s320/terence_baylon3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014165226301120450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXktQbLX9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/6dnuP-yBfEk/s1600-h/terence_baylon4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXktQbLX9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/6dnuP-yBfEk/s320/terence_baylon4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014165226301120466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXm7wbLYCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/x63t0mJ7Y_o/s1600-h/terence_twdancers-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXm7wbLYCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/x63t0mJ7Y_o/s320/terence_twdancers-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014167674432479266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXm7gbLYBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eyzhCFGwKcY/s1600-h/terence_twdancers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXm7gbLYBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eyzhCFGwKcY/s320/terence_twdancers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014167670137511954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXktQbLX9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/6dnuP-yBfEk/s1600-h/terence_baylon4.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXm7wbLYDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/wW0Ou1L757w/s1600-h/terence_twdancers-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXm7wbLYDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/wW0Ou1L757w/s320/terence_twdancers-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014167674432479282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXktQbLX9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/6dnuP-yBfEk/s1600-h/terence_baylon4.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-7960281256361141518?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/7960281256361141518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=7960281256361141518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/7960281256361141518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/7960281256361141518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/12/tereence-baylon-now-big-jun-jun.html' title='Terence Baylon... now big Jun-jun'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZXjiwbLX5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/7E16i-YcJW8/s72-c/terence_baylon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-2249890650844288365</id><published>2006-12-27T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T16:40:56.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bisexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>Campaign for  "Ang LADLAD" Party List...</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZIrzAbLX2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AyhtRDlMQNs/s1600-h/ang-ladlad-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZIrzAbLX2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AyhtRDlMQNs/s320/ang-ladlad-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013117490504097634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A letter from Danton Remoto, Chairman of &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/angladlad/about.htm"&gt;Ang LADLAD&lt;/a&gt;, the national organization of lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) Filipinos. This is especially being sent to overseas Filipino gays, an appeal for support to Ang Ladlad’s goal of seating gay representatives in Congress.   &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letter from Danton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dear Friends Overseas,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am asking you to help Ang Ladlad in its projects and possible electoral campaign to gain three seats in Congress in May 2007. We are seen as a strong party that just might seat three LGBT people in Congress. But we need funds, especially when the political campaign begins on February 13, 2007. Specifically, we need funds for the following major expenses:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Airfare and transportation expenses of candidates to the major cities in the country;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. T-shirts, tarpaulins, streamers, buttons, and other publicity materials;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Production of brochures, flyers, handbills, and posters; and&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Office expenses.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Therefore, I am making an appeal to our Fil-American, Fil-Canadian, and Filipinos based overseas to help us raise funds. You may contact Doni Santos at donisantos.angladlad@gmail.com for details on how to send us your financial donations. The US $100 I am asking each of you to send us will be a big boost in our campaign.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is now our chance to prove our worth, show our strength, walk the talk.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let us bring ANG LADLAD to CONGRESS! Mabuhay po tayong lahat!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Danton Remoto&lt;/span&gt;, Chairman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZIuIwbLX4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Nkgb-gwvr3o/s1600-h/pageimg11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZIuIwbLX4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Nkgb-gwvr3o/s400/pageimg11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013120063189507970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those LGTBs who cant donate such amount of money &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE SUPPORT &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Ang LADLAD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for next year's Congressional Elections... Its a start for our voice to be hear!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ANG LADLAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postal Mail: Unit 304 Golden Legacy Condominium&lt;br /&gt;98 Xavierville Avenue cor. Esteban Abada St.&lt;br /&gt;Loyola Heights, Quezon City 1108, Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tel.: (632) 433.06.74 | Fax: (632) 433.06.74 | Mobile: (63) 921.784.32.60&lt;br /&gt;E-mail: angladlad@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;E-group: groups.yahoo.com/group/angladlad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How to get there: Take LRT2 and get off at Katipunan Station.&lt;br /&gt;The first street along Katipunan Avenue is Esteban Abada Street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-2249890650844288365?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/2249890650844288365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=2249890650844288365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2249890650844288365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2249890650844288365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/12/campaign-for-ang-ladlad-party-list.html' title='Campaign for  &quot;Ang LADLAD&quot; Party List...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZIrzAbLX2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/AyhtRDlMQNs/s72-c/ang-ladlad-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-14771340659055468</id><published>2006-12-27T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T03:11:01.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Miss Universe 2006... is Miss JAPAN?</title><content type='html'>.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZFKYgbLXzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HHZRey3gfGs/s1600-h/MissU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZFKYgbLXzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HHZRey3gfGs/s400/MissU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012869645121314610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Funny? I found this picture from &lt;a href="http://empressmaruja.blogspot.com/"&gt;Empress Maruja's&lt;/a&gt; blog  which says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATALIE GLEBOVA, 2005 Miss Universe: To the rightful queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KURARA CHIBANA, Miss Japan: He...he...he...hehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZULEYKA RIVERA, 2006 Miss Universe: No!...My precious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-14771340659055468?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/14771340659055468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=14771340659055468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/14771340659055468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/14771340659055468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/12/miss-universe-2006-is-miss-japan.html' title='Miss Universe 2006... is Miss JAPAN?'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZFKYgbLXzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HHZRey3gfGs/s72-c/MissU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-5601946025155824005</id><published>2006-12-25T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T03:15:01.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays to all....</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZFMTAbLX0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/MTz-RZtIpTI/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZFMTAbLX0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/MTz-RZtIpTI/s320/DSC00035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012871749655289666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-5601946025155824005?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/5601946025155824005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=5601946025155824005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/5601946025155824005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/5601946025155824005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays-to-all.html' title='Happy Holidays to all....'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZFMTAbLX0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/MTz-RZtIpTI/s72-c/DSC00035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-5694991877112704848</id><published>2006-12-21T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T18:55:14.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunks'/><title type='text'>METRO Men...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Men of Metro Magazine’s year-ender double issue (December 2006 - January 2007): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYpnKgbLXyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/JKeS27k_E1s/s1600-h/Patrick+Garcia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYpl4AbLXwI/AAAAAAAAADo/v3_xvBSO-4g/s400/Jason+Moss.graphic+designer.painter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010929548264169218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason Moss - for Graphic Design &amp; Painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYplQQbLXvI/AAAAAAAAADg/iE_sFCvo9-8/s1600-h/John+Paul+Escobal...+Basketball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYplQQbLXvI/AAAAAAAAADg/iE_sFCvo9-8/s400/John+Paul+Escobal...+Basketball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010928865364369138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John Paul Escobal - for Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYpkZQbLXuI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZRpCn0WQdmI/s1600-h/Doug+Kramer+Basketball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYpkZQbLXuI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZRpCn0WQdmI/s400/Doug+Kramer+Basketball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010927920471564002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doug Kramer - for Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYpj3gbLXtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MzEfMECn4sM/s1600-h/Enchong...+swimming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYpj3gbLXtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MzEfMECn4sM/s320/Enchong...+swimming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010927340650979026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enchong Dee - for Swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYpinwbLXrI/AAAAAAAAADA/rYStoyCB4R4/s1600-h/Carlos+conception...+designer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYpinwbLXrI/AAAAAAAAADA/rYStoyCB4R4/s320/Carlos+conception...+designer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010925970556411570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carlos Concepcion - Designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;manila gay guy&lt;/span&gt;'s blog for the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-5694991877112704848?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/5694991877112704848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=5694991877112704848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/5694991877112704848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/5694991877112704848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/12/metro-men.html' title='METRO Men...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYpnKgbLXyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/JKeS27k_E1s/s72-c/Patrick+Garcia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-7200286322927692697</id><published>2006-12-18T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T00:30:13.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend...</title><content type='html'>Meet my BEST FRIEND... Lowe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYacKwbLXpI/AAAAAAAAACs/_rZgUmPU0PE/s1600-h/Lowe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYacKwbLXpI/AAAAAAAAACs/_rZgUmPU0PE/s320/Lowe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009863344107773586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZFN5QbLX1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/gCwCYzX4qZ8/s1600-h/Ralph%26Lowe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RZFN5QbLX1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/gCwCYzX4qZ8/s320/Ralph%26Lowe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012873506296913746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-7200286322927692697?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/7200286322927692697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=7200286322927692697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/7200286322927692697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/7200286322927692697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-friend.html' title='My Best Friend...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYacKwbLXpI/AAAAAAAAACs/_rZgUmPU0PE/s72-c/Lowe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-8292793492502470522</id><published>2006-12-18T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:03:56.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rumors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>John Lapus closest gay is UMA &amp;... PB...?</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since my last post and I was so bumped out because our internet connection had been lost for almost a week (because of Typhoon Sinyang) so I wasn't able to update this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have read some blogs and this was very interesting so I have decided to share this to you...  and A BIG THANKS TO &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;manila gay guy&lt;/span&gt; for the transcript of DJ Mo Twister's Forbidden Question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYZ_bQbLXgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DY1J2wGWKk4/s1600-h/lapus9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYZ_bQbLXgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DY1J2wGWKk4/s320/lapus9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009831741738409474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst thing he did when he got drunk&lt;/strong&gt;—”Dance naked, especially if I drink Tequila. Tequila has some effect on me. Naghuhubad talaga ako, parang init na init ako. Most of my friends, may ebidensiya na nakahubad ako, labas dun ‘yung pototoy [male reproductive organ] ko. Reality check for me na lalake pa rin pala talaga ako.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age whe he got de-virginized&lt;/strong&gt;—”I was only 10 years old! My mouth was actually devirginized. Classmate of mine…I was in Grade 5. Most of them bagong circumcised, yung mga kaklase ko nagpapakita… Sabi niya, ‘Why don’t you taste it?’”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Bad encounter with a local celebrity&lt;/strong&gt;—”Nora Aunor. I was still with ABS-CBN before. Mag-ge-guest siya for the first time sa talk show ni Sharon Cuneta. Na-starstruck talaga ako nun kay Nora Aunor. Ang ganda-ganda ng mata tapos hindi siya masyadong nagsasalita. Tinawag niya ako kasi parang kinakabahan [siya]. Ipinaabot yung iced tea. Nung nilalagay na sa cup, nag-amoy brandy sa studio. Pinatagay niya ako [sa] backstage! Nakipag-inuman ako!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last time he had a male escort&lt;/strong&gt;—”Last week. How many? Too many to count. Nung tumanda, bumaba sex libido ko. Once a week o three times a month.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whether he had plastic surgery&lt;/strong&gt;—”Yes. Fake chin. Liposuction. Lower lip.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On how many one-night stands did he have&lt;/strong&gt;—”Too many to count. 70-100.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Question number 27 was actually a dare. Mo Twister asked Sweet to kiss Good Times co-host Mojo Jojo. John was hesitant at first, but eventually did the challenge posed by DJ Mo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;John also gave his opinion about various celebrities during the program.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst dresser&lt;/strong&gt;—”Kuya Germs. Glittering suits. Pero siyempre si Kuya Germs yun. He intends to wear those stuff.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst actress&lt;/strong&gt;—”Keanna Reeves. Naka-take 7, take 8 kami. Sumakit ulo ko. Di nagbabasa ng script.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst actor&lt;/strong&gt;—”Troy Montero. Hindi na lang [ssiya] mag-model.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst B.O.&lt;/strong&gt;—”Chokoleit! Pawis, tsaka hininga niya. May amoy siya talaga. I’m sorry. Isang linggo kami magkasama sa Amerika.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst Showbiz Reporter&lt;/strong&gt;—”Blinind item ako. I’m a diva [daw]. Hindi daw ako uma-attend ng press con. Ambet Nabus.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biggest Feeling Diva&lt;/strong&gt;—”Yung dinadaan-daanan ako. Nene Tamayo [Pinoy Big Brother Season 1 grand winner]. Shy daw. Pero nag-sorry naman na.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overrated singer&lt;/strong&gt;—”Jessa Zaragoza. Iba ‘yung tunog. Boses bakla.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biggest drama queen&lt;/strong&gt;—”Recently, Lara Morena. Angelica Jones—naglalagay ng merthiolate sa paa para pumula.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closet gay&lt;/strong&gt;—”Pwedeng initial? [DJ Mo answered no.] Pag initial daw, ‘di ako madedemanda [chuckles]. Si Uma Khouny. Kelangan na siyang mag-out. [Tsaka si] P.B.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYaCBwbLXnI/AAAAAAAAACU/QRKXGuWz9oE/s1600-h/paoloartist2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYaCBwbLXnI/AAAAAAAAACU/QRKXGuWz9oE/s320/paoloartist2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009834602186628722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYaCCAbLXoI/AAAAAAAAACc/7Hpz-NHn1gM/s1600-h/paolobed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYaCCAbLXoI/AAAAAAAAACc/7Hpz-NHn1gM/s320/paolobed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009834606481596034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well just guessing here... it could be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AOLO &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ALLESTEROS&lt;/span&gt; (according to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;manila gay guy&lt;/span&gt;'s blog) but I think its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AOLO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EDIONES&lt;/span&gt;... (they could be close friend now, after all they are workmates in the same show... S Files)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celebrities who are good-looking on TV and magazines but not in person&lt;/strong&gt;—”Zanjoe Marudo [Pinoy Big Brother Celebrity Edition finalist]. Ang gwapo-gwapo. Nung nakita ko, ‘Ay, ano ba yun?’”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celebrities who have yet to admit having plastic surgery&lt;/strong&gt;—”Gwen Garci. Her hips. Her boobs.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GMA-7’s worst television show&lt;/strong&gt;—”Daisy Siete. Parang sinasadya. I think it’s intentional na maging campy. [But] There’s a crowd for it.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who should be out of the The Buzz&lt;/strong&gt;—”Jobert Sucaldito. He’s a friend. The Buzz will survive without him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On who should be out of S-Files&lt;/strong&gt;—”Pag cost-cutting? Si Paolo [Bediones]. He’s not that showbiz. Hindi siya masyadong showbiz but he’s a very good host.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-8292793492502470522?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/8292793492502470522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=8292793492502470522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/8292793492502470522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/8292793492502470522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/12/john-lapus-closest-gay-is-uma-pb.html' title='John Lapus closest gay is UMA &amp;... PB...?'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RYZ_bQbLXgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DY1J2wGWKk4/s72-c/lapus9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-3215821318198841105</id><published>2006-12-05T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T04:04:49.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rumors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>DJ Mo Twister on Borgy Manotoc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DJ Mo Twister (Magic 89.9’s Good Times with Mo) on Borgy Manotoc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://empressmaruja.blogspot.com/"&gt;Empress Maruja&lt;/a&gt; for the transcript below:&lt;br /&gt;(Note: Not an exact full transcript)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;DJ Mo: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What’s the size of your “wang”&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Borgy: around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7 inches&lt;/span&gt; (he admitted he’s cut and there are times he never wears underwear depending on the pants he’s wearing)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;DJ Mo: When was the last time you ma$turb@ted?&lt;br /&gt;Borgy: No, not this morning….yesterday morning at the shower….it’ s a good thing to do when you woke up and your girlfriend is not around.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/borgy-sam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/borgy-sam.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DJ Mo: “Dude, we all know you’re ***(gay), admit it!” (who are you going to tell this to?)&lt;br /&gt;Borgy: Sam Milby!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;DJ Mo: Worst-dressed celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;Borgy: Gwen Garci&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;DJ Mo: Who’s better in bed? ex-gf Sarah Meier (former MTV-Asia VJ) or his current gf, model Ornusa Cadness?&lt;br /&gt;Borgy: Ornusa&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;DJ Mo: Celebrity you don’t wanna work with?&lt;br /&gt;Borgy: aside from my brother (TJ)…..Christian Bautista&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;DJ Mo: Celebrity who you think had gone under the knife/enhancement/ retoke?&lt;br /&gt;Borgy: Pops Fernandez&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;DJ Mo: Name a model who doesn’t look like one? (something to that effect)&lt;br /&gt;Borgy: Robbie Mananquil&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;DJ Mo: Weirdest place he has done it with someone?&lt;br /&gt;Borgy: In a photo studio, in between shoots/ while changing wardrobe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;DJ Mo: Name 3 celebrities you did it with($ex) before?&lt;br /&gt;Borgy: 1. Lana Assanin (when he was 15)&lt;br /&gt;2. Victoria London (?)&lt;br /&gt;3. and hold your breath…… VINA MORALES (Borgy said her name in a hush na parang hiyang-hiya, afterwhich, pandemonium broke loose in the radio booth, DJ Mo had a hard time believing this, as if di siya makapaniwala na papatulan ni Borgy si Vina. hihihi)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;- o -&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt;Off-topic but still interesting:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;from FUNFARE by Ricardo F. Lo (philstar.com)…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I know Borgy. Who doesn’t know him?” said Vina. “But I’m not close to him. The farthest I came close to him was saying ‘Hi!’ That’s all. But going to bed with him? Hello!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Crying, “Foul!”, Vina now wants an “explanation” from Borgy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“He has to clear my name,” said Vina. “What he did was damaging to me. If I have to talk to his mom, Rep. Imee Marcos, to make him correct things, I will.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mo has been saying that guests he puts on the “hot seat” may or may not answer any question they deem “incriminating.” It’s a puzzle why a perceived gentleman like Borgy would kiss-and-tell, and on the air at that! He could have said, “No comment!” or not say anything at all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I want to make it clear that what Borgy said was not true!” repeated Vina who, as far as I know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;is happily going steady with a very rich Chinese guy&lt;/span&gt;. “How could he!”...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-3215821318198841105?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/3215821318198841105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=3215821318198841105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/3215821318198841105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/3215821318198841105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/12/dj-mo-twister-on-borgy-manotoc.html' title='DJ Mo Twister on Borgy Manotoc...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-4884845996460750633</id><published>2006-12-05T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T02:59:24.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rumors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunks'/><title type='text'>AJ D. Gay?...</title><content type='html'>original post by &lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com/2006/12/04/blind-item-ajd-is-gay/#more-1150"&gt;Manila Gay Guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/ajdeexx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/ajdeexx.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my previous post about this actor, I said “Is he gay? Many people think so, but I really don’t know. Maybe my gaydar is not working properly.” Now I do not need any gaydar. I have an extremely reliable &lt;em&gt;bubwit&lt;/em&gt; who told me that indeed he is one of us.  Guess who! Clue: his initials are &lt;strong&gt;A.J.D.&lt;/strong&gt; — &lt;em&gt;di ba ang hirap hulaan? Hahaha!&lt;/em&gt; “So what if he’s gay?” And the answer is — nothing, it’s just good to know! So to all those who fantasize about A.J.D., go ahead — you might be his type too, who knows? But wait, where is he now? Seems his career ain’t going nowhere, no? Well, enough of this, more pics ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/2858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/2858.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/aj900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/aj900.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/aj358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/aj358.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/ajdee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/ajdee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/aj361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/aj361.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/enchong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/enchong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder... is ENCHONG (AJ's 'lil bro) GAY too?...I GUESS WE JUST HAVE TO WAIT... who knows?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-4884845996460750633?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/4884845996460750633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=4884845996460750633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/4884845996460750633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/4884845996460750633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/12/aj-d-gay.html' title='AJ D. Gay?...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-968869091528473921</id><published>2006-12-04T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T00:26:23.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Another Day'/><title type='text'>Just testing my bro's new phone...</title><content type='html'>Our dog Jopay (a Cocker-spaniel) got the first shot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RXO9QFozLpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vDQW8X4_h4/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RXO9QFozLpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vDQW8X4_h4/s400/DSC00019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004551695027613330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then, my favorite nephew Kin-kin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RXPAplozLqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vInrhqghHDo/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RXPAplozLqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vInrhqghHDo/s400/DSC00020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004555431649160866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and I immediately took a shot with my 'lil bro iBoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RXPAqFozLrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kEa7rtvXSiw/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RXPAqFozLrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kEa7rtvXSiw/s400/DSC00023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004555440239095474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then its my turn, lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RXPCLVozLtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1TkC48GaHR0/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RXPCLVozLtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1TkC48GaHR0/s400/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004557110981373650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;totally love this phone... Sony Ericsson W810i (Walkman Phone)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-968869091528473921?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/968869091528473921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=968869091528473921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/968869091528473921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/968869091528473921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-testing-my-bros-new-phone.html' title='Just testing my bro&apos;s new phone...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/RXO9QFozLpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vDQW8X4_h4/s72-c/DSC00019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-5787092650085190618</id><published>2006-11-30T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:34:25.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Another Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Occasion'/><title type='text'>Big day...</title><content type='html'>Well the time has come... I was called for an employment examination tomorrow at 8:00 am in DWU, Tacloban City...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I could get the position.... Wish me Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-5787092650085190618?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/5787092650085190618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=5787092650085190618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/5787092650085190618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/5787092650085190618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/11/big-day.html' title='Big day...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-8611120891850319247</id><published>2006-11-30T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T01:35:23.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>“What Is The Essence To Be A Gay?”</title><content type='html'>Benevolent judges, ladies and gentlemen, good evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4940/950603699184276/1600/23677/2535-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4940/950603699184276/400/407704/2535-1-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to define “homosexuality” and “gay” and thinking that the two words are synonymous will get you caught in a discussion that is still ongoing. Worse, terms such as “sexual orientation,” “sexual history” and “self-identification” are also thrown into the fray. I am not about to write a thesis, nor am I going to choose this topic should I decide to write a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the simplest way I can define a homosexual person is this: if he is sexually and romantically attracted to people of the same gender, and if he identifies himself as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dear lesbians, for the sake of simplicity I just decided to limit my pronouns to “he” and my discussion to gay men, no offense meant of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means that everything else—the fashion, the attitude, the loud behavior, the love for beauty contests, the tight-fitting muscle shirts, the impressive pecs, the cross-dressing, the discreet-acting—all that is &lt;i&gt;relative&lt;/i&gt; and merely &lt;i&gt;indicative&lt;/i&gt; of what most gay men appropriate for themselves, in their lifestyle, behavior, manners and values. At best these behaviors and manners are generalizations of what gay men are. Call them “circumstantial evidence,” so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me put it this way. Many New Yorkers are seen as pushy, aggressive, hurried people. That’s due to the effect of living in a fast-paced city. But not all New Yorkers are pushy, aggressive and hurried; likewise, not all pushy, aggressive and hurried people are New Yorkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all gay men &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; be discreet and straight-acting; in the same spirit, not all gay men &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; be loud and flamboyant. But gay men &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; have the freedom to choose to be discreet and straight-acting, or to be loud and flamboyant, or to be somewhere in between, or to be both depending on the occasion. The beauty of this “rainbow coalition” is that we should embrace all&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4940/950603699184276/1600/857/2535-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4940/950603699184276/400/607231/2535-1-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our differences, because the only thing that’s similar to us homosexuals is our sexual preference. We can view all other preferences as what makes us &lt;i&gt;human&lt;/i&gt;, not just gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken to another level, gays and straights should be able to act any which way they want, whether conservative or flamboyant. It would be a wonderful world if we all can be tolerant with straight guys who sport Mohawks, leather jackets and tattoos as well as with flamboyant queens who parade in feathers and high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too idealistic? Impossible to achieve in this lifetime? I suppose. But there’s no harm in starting &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I thank you benevolent judges. Bow.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Well said &lt;a href="http://mcvie5.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-is-essence-to-be-gay.html"&gt;The McVie Show, Season 5&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;-- FULL CREDITS TO HIM) Bravo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-8611120891850319247?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/8611120891850319247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=8611120891850319247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/8611120891850319247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/8611120891850319247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-is-essence-to-be-gay.html' title='“What Is The Essence To Be A Gay?”'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-3100440827251798430</id><published>2006-11-29T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T15:45:35.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rumors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunks'/><title type='text'>John Pratts... Gay!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hear them talk when the prying eyes ain’t looking…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="image1031" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/john_polo_mark.jpg" alt="john_polo_mark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;small&gt;(L-R) Joanna, Polonya, and Marquita&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joanna&lt;/strong&gt;: In furnez, ang sarap sikuhin your abs&lt;em&gt;-less&lt;/em&gt;  stomach, Polonya ha! So smooth…. Na-e-erbogzan akez!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Polonya&lt;/strong&gt;: (whispering to Marquita) Tita, so sarap naman ng head-to-head natin, you sure wala kang kuto?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marquita&lt;/strong&gt;: (to Polonya) Gaga ka, you have semikal hair naman, so kapag naarawan ka, masa-sunburn ang mga kuto kaya patay agad!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;- o -&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hahahaha! Just teasing people! Among the 3 only John Pratts has consistently made buzz about his alleged homosexual tendencies, and even actual activities. Some people swear to their mother’s grave that John Pratts likes men more than girls. I heared that rumor but always thought of him as a cute boy who never grew up so I never really took notice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="image1033" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/wtcmark_dila.jpg" alt="wtcmark_dila.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pahabol: How cute your pinkish tongue action over there Mark! I know you want to use that on me! Diba, diba?! Hahaha!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(In picture 1: John Pratts, Polo Ravales, and Mark Herras. In picture 2: Mark Herras.) &lt;/p&gt; Thanks: &lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com/2006/11/28/hear-them-talk-among-themselves/"&gt;Manila Gay Guy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-3100440827251798430?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/3100440827251798430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=3100440827251798430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/3100440827251798430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/3100440827251798430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/11/john-pratts-gay.html' title='John Pratts... Gay!!!'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-4011615101780476717</id><published>2006-11-28T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:53:09.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bisexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Story of A Lost Love, by Barako...</title><content type='html'>original post by: &lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com/2006/11/27/story-of-a-love-lost-by-barako/#more-1026"&gt;Manila Gay Guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://completelynaked.org/gallery/Albums/Album7/Large/19176604_b2f6f16d07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://completelynaked.org/gallery/Albums/Album7/Large/19176604_b2f6f16d07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- o -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a sad story of Barako, a married bisexual man who realized how important it is to express one’s love, in words and in actions, before it is too late. I got this via email and thought that maybe we all can learn a lesson from his story. Read on guys. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;- o -&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m 45 yrs. old, gymfit, businessman, married with 2 kids… I just like to share my story to all in the hopes na hindi kayo matulad sa sinapit ko.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s hard to be a married bi-man, but in my case, I realized mas mahirap pala ang katayuan ng taong nagmamahal ng tunay sa isang married bi-man. Akala ko walang ganoong lalaki sa mundo, akala ko lahat puro makamundong pagnanasa na panandalian lang. Ngayon ko lang naisip ang kahalagahan niya sa buhay ko at sising-sisi ako nang nawala siya sa buhay ko.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mahal ko ang family ko, although I spend most of my time on work, in my business at siyempre mingling with other bi-men, until I met &lt;em&gt;GuapitO &lt;/em&gt;(di tunay na pangalan bilang respeto ko sa kanya).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At first parausan lang ang tingin ko sa kanya, enjoy ako sa kanya kasi magaling siya magtrabaho sa akin. Ang laki ng age gap namin pero parang balewala iyon sa kanya, alam niyang may family ako at nauunaawan niya ang kalagayan ko at nirerespeto niya ang katayuan ko. Masunurin siya pero minsan pasaway, in a way na naglalambing. Ginagawa niya ang lahat ng gusto ko at minsan higit pa bagay na ikinatutuwa ko. Ako ang laging nasusunod at siya ay wala namang reklamo, pero minsan pakiramdam ko ay sumusobra ako kasi halos most of the time manhid ako sa kanya in a sense na &lt;strong&gt;ayokong patulan ang mga emotional na bagay&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Minsan I noticed di siya nagte-text. At first, ok lang sa akin kasi busy naman ako lagi. But I decided to drop by sa place nila after 2 days. That’s the time I found out what happened to him. Nasaksak siya ng holdaper sa caloocan… and he died.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Miss na miss ko na siya. Parang nabawasan ang buhay ko. wala nakong makitang tulad niya. Parang di ko na enjoy buhay ko at kahit ibaling ko ang isipan ko sa iba o sa mga porno na bagay ay hinahanap-hanap ko siya. Alam ko responsibilidad ko sa pamilya ko but I just realized na ito ang tadhana ko — bagay na hindi ko napahalagahan dahil alam kong mawala man ang lahat sa akin ay hindi niya ko iiwan. &lt;strong&gt;Sana kahit papaano nabigyan ko rin siya ng pagpapahalaga hindi yung ako na lang lagi ang recieve ng recieve at inuunawa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ngayon I still have my family and my business but now my life is incomplete kasi I realized in the first place puso ko ang tumawag sa kanya, not my mind at naramdaman niya iyon. Sana kahit hindi ko nasabi ay alam niyang kailangan ko ang isang tulad niya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;From: &lt;strong&gt;Barako&lt;/strong&gt; (You may email him at e[dot]tindero[at]yahoo[dot]com)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-4011615101780476717?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/4011615101780476717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=4011615101780476717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/4011615101780476717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/4011615101780476717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/11/story-of-lost-love-by-barako.html' title='Story of A Lost Love, by Barako...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-5991022460435638192</id><published>2006-11-26T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:12:20.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>ADVICE 101: Letting go maybe the BEST OPTION...</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I found a good follow-up from my last post... A cool advice from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Manila Gay Guy&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there things in your life that you know you need to let go? And yet you hold on to them, as if your dear life depended on them? It may be a material possession, a rotting job, a relationship with no direction… it ain’t easy I know, but if it is the best option, then let it go. I would like then to share this to you all — an excerpt from Paulo Coelho’s essay, “Closing a Cycle.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.” Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person – nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope this helps you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-5991022460435638192?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/5991022460435638192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=5991022460435638192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/5991022460435638192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/5991022460435638192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/11/advice-101-letting-go-maybe-best-option.html' title='ADVICE 101: Letting go maybe the BEST OPTION...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-2133695740242906516</id><published>2006-11-22T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:56:41.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>Dear Ate Charo...t</title><content type='html'>Hay naku! talagang madadrama tong ating iilang mga kafatid... basahin niyo nalang itich... oh ano... diva pang "Best Short Drama Anthology" with matching advises...&lt;br /&gt;Hala sige basa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Dumiretso ako ng kwarto. Gusto kong maiyak pero ewan ko at bakit di ako naiyak. Mas gusto &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://completelynaked.org/gallery/Albums/Album7/Large/101294925_4b1d2e703b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://completelynaked.org/gallery/Albums/Album7/Large/101294925_4b1d2e703b_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kong maiyak nang nakita ko ang mga hangers sa kama. Inuwi na ni Kulot lahat ng gamit niya. Tiningnan ko rin ang mga nakatuping pambahay niya, wala na rin. Totoo na ito. &lt;strong&gt;Hiniwalayan ako ni Kulot.&lt;/strong&gt; (Kulot is his boyfriend of 5 years.) Di na ako naghapunan. Nagkulong ako ng kwarto. Nakahiga. Depressed pero di maiyak. Sa isip ko, limang taong mauuwi sa wala.” &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mailagayguy.com/"&gt;Manila Gay Guy&lt;/a&gt; says...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is a time for sad introspection and melancholic reminiscence. It’s a time to grieve. And  everyone who is going through a similar phase, you need to cry. Even if it means forcing yourself. Catharsis can help you spew out all those raging tension inside. I tell you, and I speak from experience, it really helps. Only then can you better analyze where you are and how best you can move on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;The Lovers Guide says:&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;He’s dumped you. What advice is on offer here? Pick yourself up? Get over it? Life moves on? Well, it does, in the end. You will – but that won’t happen straight away. There’s more than a little unhappiness to get through first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Rule one: don’t be ashamed of admitting that and letting it happen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s important you give yourself time to feel small. So you’re big and happy and gay, right? Don’t be afraid to let that projected self-image crumple a little while you reconstruct. You need to go through the process of grieving. Don’t think that you shouldn’t be feeling what you do. It doesn’t make you weak or less of a man. It just means you’re human.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Believe this: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Once you accept the reality and let yourself cry it will soon be over. It won’t hurt that much again. You will return to it occasionally – healing takes time – but the worst will have passed. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;You don’t want it to pass? That too is natural. It is natural to hold onto grief as the confirmation of the reality of that man and that relationship – as the proof that it was real and really meant something. And that need too will pass.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Curl up, find some time to sit there on your own, licking your wounds. Then one day you’ll wake up and discover you’ve come back to life. You’ll start looking around again, noticing other men again. How pretty the world looks! It will become time to treat yourself, take yourself shopping, have a day at a health spa… Enjoying life. You might even feel a little foolish for the way you let yourself get so worked up about that tosser! At that point, play the scene and enjoy being single. Pretty soon you’ll be considering new relationship-material possibilities and letting your emotional doors swing wide open. It’ll be time to think: ‘Have I learnt nothing!’ Then just going along with it, up for the ride.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh anong masasabi niyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-2133695740242906516?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/2133695740242906516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=2133695740242906516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2133695740242906516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/2133695740242906516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/11/dear-ate-charot.html' title='Dear Ate Charo...t'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-3981482004025375751</id><published>2006-11-16T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:02:06.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>10+1 Tips: Seducing a Straight Guy</title><content type='html'>I found these one from my Reading List... Hope this would be of help to you.... Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seducing Straight Boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;a href="http://www.superdrewby.com/column/straight.shtml"&gt;Superdrewby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One of the many pre occupations of gay men and boys is the fantasy of sleeping with a straight boy. The straight boy could be your best friend, the high school jock in the football team, some boy you see in the street or just a generic straight boy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It seems to be a huge turn on to conquer or convert this boy from his misguided heterosexual ways and indoctrinate him in the ways of male to male sex. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Many single women may lament over their Long Island Iced Teas on a Friday night that the best guys are always taken or gay, but there are still a lot of very hot and hunky straight boys out there, just waiting to see what all the fuss is about.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/enchong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 273px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/enchong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The difference between a gay boy and a straight boy is only a six pack of beer."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some researchers actually believe that at least 80% of guys have at one time or another though about or actually had some form of male to male encounter. They may have jerked off with other guys at school, or even had or given a blow job as they were growing up!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now before you run out to your nearest straight pub in search of a straight boy for the night, let me throw some cold water on you. This article is more tongue in check and not really meant to be taken seriously, after all you can end up in very serious trouble by making a pass at a straight boy. On the other hand here are some tips that may just get you lucky.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But please use some common sense here, straight boys may be curious, but that doesn’t mean that they will ever act on their curiosity!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How to Guide!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never try and pick him up when he is with his mates, do it when he is alone in private!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/gayrelat_ending.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/gayrelat_ending.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Get him at least a little bit tipsy, the more he has had to drink the lower his inhibitions!&lt;br /&gt;3. Drop casual hints in the conversation about how much better guys give head than girls, because only a guy who has a cock knows how to worship it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Remind him that having his cock sucked by a guy doesn’t make him gay.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tell him that no one will ever know about what happens (if something does happen) - and actually mean it!&lt;br /&gt;6. Don’t try kissing him, a lot of straight boys are quite happy to get a blowjob from a guy but will really get turned off by kissing him a guy.&lt;br /&gt;7. Get him horny by putting on some straight or even bisexual porn. Porn is always a good icebreaker - While watching the porn of a guy giving another guy a blowjob mention that guys give the best head!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/9d59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/9d59.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don’t act like an effeminate little queen, try and act just like him and be macho.&lt;br /&gt;9. Play with his balls a bit, for some reason girls are a bit hesitant to play with a guys cock and balls with their tongue…&lt;br /&gt;10. Give him a blowjob that he will remember for years, once he is hot hard and horny go all out!&lt;br /&gt;and a bonus… 11. Make it seem like you are doing him a real favor! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are a lot of straight guys out there that are in between girlfriends, not getting any sex or &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/Justin%20Cuyugan%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/Justin%20Cuyugan%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just plain horny, that if you get them in the mood they might just go for it. But be warned that after a straight boy has blown his load he may become aggressive through guilt or embarrassment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The other problem is if he was your best friend, do you think he will still be your friend afterwards? Is 5 minutes of sexual pleasure worth the hassle and worth losing a friend?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bottom line with straight boys is, they can be had, but why would you really want a straight boy who is not going to give anything back and the sex at best is going to be very one way? Gay boys are better with other gay boys! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com/2006/10/10/101-tips-seducing-a-straight-guy/"&gt;Manila Gay Guy&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-3981482004025375751?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/3981482004025375751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=3981482004025375751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/3981482004025375751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/3981482004025375751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/11/101-tips-seducing-straight-guy.html' title='10+1 Tips: Seducing a Straight Guy'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-1792849253873329997</id><published>2006-11-15T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T02:37:28.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rumors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Another Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunks'/><title type='text'>Same day... and OH Gay Linggo... and WHAT VICTOR BASA,, gay....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things I've done today&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Woke up 1:30 pm...&lt;br /&gt;2.  Burn  tracks  from Sarah Mclachlan and  Josh Groban...&lt;br /&gt;3.  Update  my sound enhancer  (dfx 7 to  &lt;a href="http://www.fxsound.com/dfx/index.php?vendor=0&amp;subvendor=0&amp;amp;plus=0&amp;refer=0"&gt;dfx 8&lt;/a&gt;)  for winamp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/Victor_Basa_Gay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 261px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/Victor_Basa_Gay.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4.  Read some of blog on my reading list... unfortunately there is a roaming rumor that&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; VICTOR BASA is evidently GAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... shocks.... (read the full story from &lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com/2006/09/30/victor-basa-is-gay/"&gt;Manila Gay Guy&lt;/a&gt;)... what 'ya think? is he?...&lt;br /&gt;5.  Got news from ate shi that she will be leaving for work in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starwoodhotels.com/lemeridien/property/overview/index.html?propertyID=1901&amp;EM=VTY_LM_alaqah.lemeridien.com_1901"&gt;Le Méridien Al Aqah Beach Resort - Fujairah&lt;/a&gt;, UAE  come December... it's sad that she'll not spent Christmas with us this year...&lt;br /&gt;6.  Then, watch TV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;---ooo000ooo---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Check this guys out.... Some &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;GAY LINGGO&lt;/span&gt; I found from &lt;a href="http://www.alexsandercr.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexander&lt;/a&gt;'s....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After-hours&lt;/span&gt; -- where you go when the bars are closed and you still haven't found someone to sleep with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bicurious&lt;/span&gt; -- gay bottom&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/tom903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 248px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/tom903.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bisexual&lt;/span&gt; -- gay power bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom&lt;/span&gt; -- orientation preferred by 95% of the gay population&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butch&lt;/span&gt; -- what gay men who don't think they act gay call themselves. Actual butch men will never need to use this term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuddle&lt;/span&gt; -- sexual activity in which there is no exchange of bodily fluid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drama&lt;/span&gt; -- an imaginary condition made up by sad, lonely individuals with no real problems in their life who feel the need to drag stable, well-balanced individuals who are trying to make a valuable contribution to society down to their level in hopes of making themselves feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/tom_taus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 259px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/tom_taus.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expiration Dating&lt;/span&gt; - Frequent hot sex with someone you know is only in town for a short period of time, and that you know you have no chance of actually dating seriously because they aren't local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gurl&lt;/span&gt; -- the first word of every sentence. "Gurl, you 'bout ready to go?" or "Gurl, I haven't had sex in 3 days!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gym Bunny&lt;/span&gt; -- a troll who has realized that his only chance of getting laid is to work out every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hayyy&lt;/span&gt; -- a greeting. The gayer you are, the more Y's you put at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homewrecker&lt;/span&gt; -- the person who stole your ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Night Stand&lt;/span&gt; -- a very short-term relationship, the end of which is signified by someone putting on their pants.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/tom_1_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/tom_1_0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rough Trade&lt;/span&gt; -- a one night stand that you will later pretend never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shot&lt;/span&gt; -- when you need to get drunker faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top &lt;/span&gt;-- see Bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trick&lt;/span&gt; -- See Trade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Versatile&lt;/span&gt; -- glorified Bottom (but will top if absolutely necessary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whore&lt;/span&gt; -- anyone who has more sex than you&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oist.. is that Tom Taus, gosh he got bigger...&lt;br /&gt;till then... c'ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-1792849253873329997?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/1792849253873329997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=1792849253873329997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1792849253873329997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1792849253873329997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/11/same-day-and-oh-gay-linggo-and-what.html' title='Same day... and OH Gay Linggo... and WHAT VICTOR BASA,, gay....'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-5051728188503028139</id><published>2006-11-13T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T03:56:33.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunks'/><title type='text'>Filipino hunk of the day... p2 (pahabol)</title><content type='html'>His name: Allen Dizon&lt;br /&gt;Profession: Actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/Allen_Dizon%20%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/Allen_Dizon%20%281%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/Allen_Dizon%20%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/Allen_Dizon%20%283%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/Allen_Dizon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/Allen_Dizon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/Allen_Dizon%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/Allen_Dizon%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't he worthed... hahahaha... thanks to &lt;a href="http://manilagayguy.com/2006/10/04/allen-dizon-in-bakat-yellow/"&gt;Manila Gay Guy&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-5051728188503028139?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/5051728188503028139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=5051728188503028139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/5051728188503028139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/5051728188503028139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/11/filipino-hunk-of-day-p2-pahabol.html' title='Filipino hunk of the day... p2 (pahabol)'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-3130267480595707675</id><published>2006-11-13T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T03:27:29.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunks'/><title type='text'>Filipino hunk of the day...</title><content type='html'>His name: John Hall&lt;br /&gt;Profession: Modeling (esp. BENCH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/BD651063-320F-447F-BB90-1A83E9BD2E54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/BD651063-320F-447F-BB90-1A83E9BD2E54.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/84C526BC-612B-46E5-9AC5-AABACCB35ABF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/84C526BC-612B-46E5-9AC5-AABACCB35ABF.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/8249DB53-A772-42D0-8653-64C4B26211A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/8249DB53-A772-42D0-8653-64C4B26211A1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/68A17947-E82F-43CB-9EFA-9B5FC6BF71F5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/68A17947-E82F-43CB-9EFA-9B5FC6BF71F5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/0CF5DCF3-4140-44EA-A331-88FFC28E5E7A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/0CF5DCF3-4140-44EA-A331-88FFC28E5E7A.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-3130267480595707675?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/3130267480595707675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=3130267480595707675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/3130267480595707675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/3130267480595707675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/11/filipino-hunk-of-day.html' title='Filipino hunk of the day...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-3431063471417927731</id><published>2006-11-12T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T01:10:03.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Another Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunks'/><title type='text'>Things I've done today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/83DEFE39-7E2A-42A0-8125-7670C1FB81AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 153px;" src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/83DEFE39-7E2A-42A0-8125-7670C1FB81AC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yeah, as usual I woke up late... 11:30am to be exact (hehehehe)... I immediately finish my house chores without even having my breakfast/lunch... then have my breakfast/lunch... then open my pc and listen my downloaded music via limewire... I recently got a track from the new album of Josh Groban which is "Awake",... I love his second cut entitled "You are loved (Don't Give Up"... I've listened to this repeatedly, i think almost 10 times, hahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was almost 4:30pm when I checked out from my post from my pc... And I had to prepare my self for the Sunday Mass at 5pm at our local parish (St. Joseph)... Because of heavy rainfall, its already 4:55pm when I leave the house, and good for me... the mass haven't started yet when I arrived 5:10pm... I proceeded immediately to my comfy post inside the church, right wing - back seat... the mass was ended at 6:10pm and got home after 10 mins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At home, I joined my father and bro dennis watching the '06 Phil. &lt;a href="http://www.worldpoolchampionship.com/"&gt;World Pool Championship Game&lt;/a&gt;... Phil vs Germany .... and thank God! the Philippine won... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a great news from my ate shi, which she received a good news from the hotel she'd applied in UAE at the&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starwoodhotels.com/lemeridien/property/overview/index.html?propertyID=1901&amp;EM=VTY_LM_alaqah.lemeridien.com_1901"&gt;Le Méridien Al Aqah Beach Resort - Fujairah&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was asked to download a couple of employment forms including the application form for working visa... I just hope that my ate  shi would have a very good future there... I wish her luck... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I am preparing my pre-bedtime activity, got to update my blog and check some photos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways got this couple of Filipino hunks, hope you'll like it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/0D21E739-4F98-4926-BE56-6737A72D108C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/0D21E739-4F98-4926-BE56-6737A72D108C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/derekramsay_ss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/derekramsay_ss.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/aw-butt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/aw-butt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/johnf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://manilagayguy.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/johnf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-3431063471417927731?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/3431063471417927731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=3431063471417927731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/3431063471417927731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/3431063471417927731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-ive-done-today.html' title='Things I&apos;ve done today...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-5710598457428127557</id><published>2006-11-11T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T03:12:54.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunks'/><title type='text'>Sexy Filipino Guy of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/DBF26FE5-CF54-4626-801A-2DF277AE5787.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;His name:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rafael Rosell IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 24 y.o.&lt;br /&gt;Profession: Acting &amp; Modeling&lt;br /&gt;Born in: Norway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/49651B2D-5522-4BB8-96A5-271DC123C049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/49651B2D-5522-4BB8-96A5-271DC123C049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/3332CDB1-8287-4154-A7C2-0065D2E6C9C1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 269px;" src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/3332CDB1-8287-4154-A7C2-0065D2E6C9C1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/8EC28853-C4DD-4282-AA8A-981818F5CDCB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/8EC28853-C4DD-4282-AA8A-981818F5CDCB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/DBF26FE5-CF54-4626-801A-2DF277AE5787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 401px;" src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/DBF26FE5-CF54-4626-801A-2DF277AE5787.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-5710598457428127557?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/5710598457428127557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=5710598457428127557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/5710598457428127557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/5710598457428127557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/11/sexy-filipino-guy-of-day.html' title='Sexy Filipino Guy of the Day...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-1065707863715477744</id><published>2006-11-10T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T02:37:05.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survivor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Grrrr....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I get up very late this morning... imagine its already 1:00pm... whew, well its just time to watch Survivor Cook Islands on Studio 23... I know that the network would be changing their time slot for the live telecast from US, so I check the schedule from their website... and yes huh! I was right! 2pm was the new time slot... So I still have a chance to take my breakfast/lunch which is a couple of sandwiches and a glass of milk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited on this week's episode... a new twist might happen on the show...that what I think watching there week long teaser for this episode... and I guessed it right! when the show starts airing I was shocked when suddenly Jeff announced before the first reward challenge that he is giving 20 seconds to decide each survivor to leave their tribe and join the other (mutiny as they call it), and before the time ends Candice and Jonathan step up from the Aitu tribe (which I am vying for) to join the Raro tribe giving the the number advantage of 8 to 4... It was a very very clever and dirty move by them, just to come up with alliance together with the original Caucasian survivors Adam and Parv.... They were so obnoxious that I was cursing them, how'd I wish they loss the challenge... and they did... hahahaha.... both the reward and immunity challenges...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate this two survivor, I wish they will be voted out on the next episode... grrrrr........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wwwimage.cbs.com/primetime/survivor13/images/survivors/299x623_candice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 303px;" src="http://wwwimage.cbs.com/primetime/survivor13/images/survivors/299x623_candice.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wwwimage.cbs.com/primetime/survivor13/images/survivors/299x623_jonathan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 303px;" src="http://wwwimage.cbs.com/primetime/survivor13/images/survivors/299x623_jonathan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-1065707863715477744?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/1065707863715477744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=1065707863715477744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1065707863715477744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1065707863715477744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/11/grrrr.html' title='Grrrr....'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-1962840654129460912</id><published>2006-11-09T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T16:05:28.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vatican'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Occasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Vatican Bans Gay Parade</title><content type='html'>I was just opening my mail at yahoo when this news catches my attention &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Vatican Urges Israel to Ban Jerusalem Gay Parade," &lt;/span&gt; what? yeah its true according to the news... the foreign ministry of Vatican issued a letter urging the government of Israel to withdraw the permission given for the parade which is expected to attract up to 8,000 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/BA1F5EBA-ACDC-4276-AE0C-45FCE6381BA4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/BA1F5EBA-ACDC-4276-AE0C-45FCE6381BA4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the letter and I quote &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Holy See has reiterated on many occasions that the right to freedom of expression, sanctioned by the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, is subject to just limits, in particular when the exercise of this right would offend the religious sentiments of believers."  (&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20061108/wl_nm/pope_israel_gay_dc"&gt;read the news&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't think that there is a single reason why not this parade should "push through".  This parade only shows that LGBT's has also a right to celebrate in any place, such as Jerusalem.  Vatican should see this parade as a celebration of a humane society not as a condemnation of the place.  How can there be peace if the Vatican too, can put oppression in such jubilation of a group of individuals whose intention is only to commemorate their rights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can just wait what would happen next...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-1962840654129460912?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/1962840654129460912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=1962840654129460912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1962840654129460912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1962840654129460912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/11/vatican-bans-gay-parade.html' title='Vatican Bans Gay Parade'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-6243735887344508286</id><published>2006-11-08T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:12:38.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Another Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunks'/><title type='text'>Nothing New Today...</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning at exactly 10 am in the morning. And as usual my mother is nagging about how is to clean our house, again and again... Usually, I answer back my mother about it but this time, I have decided not to... I am so tired of fighting with my mother... if only I have a money or job to get out from here... Sometimes she'd make a indirect comments about everything, and it really pisses me out that you'd wished you are not hearing that... I really do hope I could find a job to get out from here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I'm gaining weight and my tummy part that used to be flat, starts to build fat... The last time I weigh myself I'm only 125 lbs, and now a 142 lbs, gosh... gravity starts to pull me off.. hehehe... So what I do is make a couple of combination sit-ups just to toned up my abs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway tomorrow can be a big day for me, as I plan to apply for a position at &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cebuana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lhulier.  &lt;/b&gt;I ask my 'te Shi to print my application letter.  I emailed my resume to their HR and hopefully I could get the position tom.   Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos I copied from the several blogs I read... Very very hot guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/7A024461-1526-4354-AB7F-5107D882529E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/7A024461-1526-4354-AB7F-5107D882529E.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/61CCABC6-AB49-4B39-A36A-0D7FE29C77FD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/61CCABC6-AB49-4B39-A36A-0D7FE29C77FD.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/105CED57-60EF-4639-916A-FBAC0E20FD1C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/105CED57-60EF-4639-916A-FBAC0E20FD1C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/4A073557-FF30-4903-9C6E-0121D70CE0C4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/4A073557-FF30-4903-9C6E-0121D70CE0C4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/9C0D1757-8550-4600-983F-8BF4E3D64E26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://clipmarks.com/image_cache/Rhap-rap/512/9C0D1757-8550-4600-983F-8BF4E3D64E26.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-6243735887344508286?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/6243735887344508286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=6243735887344508286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/6243735887344508286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/6243735887344508286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/11/nothing-new-today.html' title='Nothing New Today...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-1404405008547582289</id><published>2006-11-03T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T18:51:07.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>"GUGMANG GI-ATAY" Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry-content"&gt;    &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;I love the lyrics of this song...&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to the BISROCKS!... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GUGMANG GI-ATAY"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ambassadors&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kong ikaw masayod. Paminawon mo.&lt;br /&gt;Kay kung pananglit lag-iran mo mga panumpaw pag&lt;br /&gt;salig ko. Ug kong ugaling kalit kang mubiya di ko&lt;br /&gt;kapugngan balud ning mga luha kay ikaw akong&lt;br /&gt;himaya handumon ko matag karon ug unya.&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw langit ug yuta akong pinangga.&lt;br /&gt;Ulan… unya mihangol ang kangitngit nga gi duyugan sa ulan sa&lt;br /&gt;kalit lang nahanaw ang bidlisyo sa adlaw&lt;br /&gt;O kahayag sa imong panagway nga naulipon sa&lt;br /&gt;gugmang giatay. Inday paminawa kabos kong&lt;br /&gt;gugma nga kanimo akong igasa dili ko man&lt;br /&gt;mahatag ang tanang bahandi ning kalibutan apan&lt;br /&gt;inday nga intawn himalaot nga na ulipon sa&lt;br /&gt;gugmang giatay.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(for the non-bisaya, i hope you'll figure what this song means...)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-1404405008547582289?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/1404405008547582289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=1404405008547582289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1404405008547582289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/1404405008547582289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/11/gugmang-gi-atay-lyrics.html' title='&quot;GUGMANG GI-ATAY&quot; Lyrics'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-8981240847969739755</id><published>2006-11-02T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T16:38:26.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Why are BISEXUALS in Tacloban...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why are bisexuals here in Tacloban, didn't want to be associated with the word "GAY", when infact they are... It just happen that they are sexually attracted to both sexes (if its true, or just an alibi not to be associated again with "GAY")...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean most bisexuals (Tacloban); yes I have to admit it they look and act like straight guys, even do look good than straight guys; don't want to be called "GAY"... Most of them make out something, like they have a girlfriend/s or even show to the whole city that they really have.  And mostly they call themselves "bisexuals" when they aren't actually attracted to opposite sex, which makes them homosexuals, and that they dont want to be called "homos" or "gays" just because again, they look and act like straight guys, even do look good than straight guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it the stigma associated with the word "GAY", which is very girly up to the point of wearing girl clothes (cross-dressers) or effeminate (which means "having qualities or characteristics more often associated with women than men", according to Answers.com)... that obviously they dont want to be associated with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well heres what I think:&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; First, let me just emphasize that there is only two sexes, and that is MALE &amp; FEMALE...&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Second, if we where to talk with regards to the sexual orientations of a person, he or she, can be "STRAIGHT" (sexually attracted to opposite sex) or "GAY" (sexually attracted to same or both sexes)...&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Third, Gays are more complex and complicated, you can either classify yourself whatever you wanted to call your self, but the point is, YOU ARE SEXUALLY ATTRACTED TO SAME SEX...&lt;br /&gt;     -&gt;&gt; if you are attracted to both sexes, then, BISEXUAL...&lt;br /&gt;     -&gt;&gt; if you are only attracted to same sex, then, HOMOSEXUAL...&lt;br /&gt;     -&gt;&gt; if you want to be considered by society as a member of the opposite sex, or has undergone a sex change, then , TRANSSEXUAL...&lt;br /&gt;     -&gt;&gt; if you want to dress in the clothing characteristic of the opposite sex, then, CROSSDRESSER... however if your not sexually attracted to same sex, but do like to crossdress then, "Straight Crossdresser", if not because doing this just for a job, lets say... an actor... then you are obviously straight...&lt;br /&gt;     -&gt;&gt; Black people in America (I don't want to be a racist or what), most who don't want to call themselves GAY, do use these statement "men on the DOWN LOW"...&lt;br /&gt;     -&gt;&gt; the point is whatever you wanted to call yourself, DO NOT DENY THAT YOU ARE INFACT A GAY, if you are sexually attracted to the same sex...&lt;br /&gt;OK! After all its the start of ACCEPTING WHO YOU ARE... And that's a fact... WHAT DO YOU THINK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-8981240847969739755?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/8981240847969739755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=8981240847969739755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/8981240847969739755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/8981240847969739755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-are-bisexuals-in-tacloban.html' title='Why are BISEXUALS in Tacloban...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-7421975687589025358</id><published>2006-11-01T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T17:32:09.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Another Day'/><title type='text'>Another month had past...</title><content type='html'>Its the month of November already... still I haven't got a job.... actually I don't know what I am doing with my life... I just can't stop thinking what I am now if I didn't quit my last job... maybe I have a new car today and above all money to spend... but still, in that case I'll be attached to my obnoxious boss and he's the reason that I have quit my good job... I know I've made a huge mistakes and I'm paying for it now... a very very bad decision that've made... As I see my past co-workmates I cant help but envy them... I know its wrong but you can't actually dictate your feelings... I just hope that I could have another good chance to have a better job and this time I know that I will be better... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I HOPE THAT ITS HAPPENING SOON&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-7421975687589025358?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/7421975687589025358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=7421975687589025358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/7421975687589025358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/7421975687589025358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-month-had-past.html' title='Another month had past...'/><author><name>Rhap-rap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13939005776555269492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zd2IPALWHKg/SGFTVMYiT4I/AAAAAAAAA70/DlNIMDY153M/S220/DSC01148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787345503717593932.post-5468895655172217421</id><published>2006-11-01T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T13:03:24.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Bisayan Bloopers</title><content type='html'>Hay naku mga kakusa... talagang matatawa kayo sa mga pinag gagawa ng mga kafatid nating bisaya... tingnan niyo to... ano ba naman itich yong BED SHEET ginawang DED SHIT... ano ba 'yan....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4940/950603699184276/1600/Ded%20Shit.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4940/950603699184276/320/Ded%20Shit.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ito pa ang isa... wow! ang galing ng brgy. captain dito, may i put some notice pa.. di niya alam ginawa niyang PUSIT and FAUCET... ano ba... siguro si cap nong Grade 1 section okra nong elementary pa itich...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4940/950603699184276/1600/Pusit.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4940/950603699184276/200/Pusit.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh may part 3 pa.. ito namang si manong, pasosyal pa... eenglsin nalang mali pa... Bicycle ginawang VICYCLE... WOW! talangang sosyal... VONGA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4940/950603699184276/1600/Vycycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4940/950603699184276/200/Vycycle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ops!... di pa diyan nagtatapos... O sino sa inyo gustong mag pagawa ng RETINER, ano daw? Retiner ba yong BRES sa ipin... hahahahaha... ano ba to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4940/950603699184276/1600/Retiner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4940/950603699184276/200/Retiner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but difinitely not the least... si manang naman, may resort na nga siya, pa sosyal din... gagaya gaya kay kapitan.... basahin niyo nalang RULES niya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4940/950603699184276/1600/Rules.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4940/950603699184276/200/Rules.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ay naku... kakaloka talagang tong kafatid natin... O siya till next time... 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DING! DING! DING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry-content"&gt;    &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Mang Jose is proud of his son Joey that he wants him to go to the seminary where he too attended his high school. In the admission date, Joey and his father goes to this seminary where new admission rules are followed and is very strict. They've fall in line. Luckily they got the third place in the line. While waiting, a priest was distributing a pamphlets regarding on the rules of admission.. of course there is interview and a test. The test was no ordinary, because it would determine the incoming students if they too can survive celibacy, as a new determining factor  for discipline. Now, the first incoming student took the interview and pass, then the second, then Joey... they all passed and Joey ace it. Jose is very much proud of his son saying "Kaya mo yan anak... ikaw pa... simpling test lang yan para sa'yo..." Then, one at a time the students each entered the test room.&lt;br /&gt;In the room the priest attached a bell to the penis of the student and give him a porno maganizine, after a while, DING!DING!DING!DING!... "Ahah!" said the priest... "You're failed"... then the second student entered, the same, after a few seconds... DING!DING!DING!DING!... "Ahah! You too, failed"... said the priest. Then Joey, he was so confident that he could control himself.  And then after a minute... it was very quite. "Very Good!" said  the priest... "Now son, go to the bathroom and clean your self as you will stay in this sacred home..." Excitingly, Joey run to the bathroom. In there ten other guys are naked taking a shower and then suddenly... DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING! "Ahah!&lt;br /&gt;said the priest... "YOU FAILED"...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(based on the joke of N.Gigante, my collegue during our training at ABBOTT Int'l)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787345503717593932-8218640010375518254?l=rhaprap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/feeds/8218640010375518254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787345503717593932&amp;postID=8218640010375518254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/8218640010375518254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787345503717593932/posts/default/8218640010375518254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhaprap.blogspot.com/2006/10/joke-called-ding-ding-ding-ding.html' title='A Joke called DING! 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