Goodbye Callboy.
Call boy is a friend who helped me go through the most challenging months of my life so far. I was sick and I was weak. I needed someone to help me gain back the life and strength within me. And that was what call boy exactly did in the past one year. But now, I will have to let go of this dear friend. I will have to live the life that I was meant for... and call boy can't be with me.
To all those who have been following my blogs in the past months... thank you.
Sorry but I have to delete as well my numerous blogs in the past months. I'm not sure if I will still continue call boy's blogs. It's a whole new phase of life.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
call boy meets "puke" call girl
Never have I imagined that I could actually be crazy for a call girl. Yup, that's right, a call girl!
It was on the eve of my loooong valentine's day when I met call girl. It was one of those nights when I was in the mood to explore the exciting world of Phat Phong. I felt really sexy wearing a tight dark sleeveless shirt that shows off my defined chest and shoulders. After an hour of navigating through the maze of bargains, hustlers and curious tourists I finally settled in one of those sleazy show houses.
It was maybe 2 hours later and 6 bottles of beer that I started to appreciate the gross cycle of tasteless shows performed by naked fat and ugly girls. And then... out of the abyss of smoke and ugly showgirls.... there she was, my "call girl." At first, I thought it was just the combined effect of the alcohol I have consumed and the thundering beat of the dance music. But indeed, there she was... an oasis in the thick of the stench of sex and sin. I thought "oh my, she is so damn innocent-looking and very pretty." I was mesmerized with her looks and her erotically sexy moves. And unlike all other girls there, she never took off her panties and her bra... she didn't have to because she was damn alluring as it were.
I must have been drop-jawed and salivating while watching her (haha). I felt a very strong pull, hypnotized, and not to mention my throbbing cock. As if she knew what was going on inside me, she often looked into my eyes and provocatively caressed her body. She would move towards where I was seated and teasingly pressed my hands into her breasts and pussy... aaaaah.
I knew she was just acting out her role and mind you she was doing it quite well. But still, I can't resist her magnet. In between her dance sequence, she joined me in my table and I just held her "lovingly." She doesn't speak english, so we can't converse. However, that was more than enough for me.
I left that night yearning for more of "call girl." I held her hand and she gave me a long and passionate kiss. Zoooooom... i felt so highschoolish! We exchanged numbers under the watchful eye of her pimp but i knew that was all to it. "Puke" (meaning beautiful)..."you're so Puke" was all I could say.
It was on the eve of my loooong valentine's day when I met call girl. It was one of those nights when I was in the mood to explore the exciting world of Phat Phong. I felt really sexy wearing a tight dark sleeveless shirt that shows off my defined chest and shoulders. After an hour of navigating through the maze of bargains, hustlers and curious tourists I finally settled in one of those sleazy show houses.
It was maybe 2 hours later and 6 bottles of beer that I started to appreciate the gross cycle of tasteless shows performed by naked fat and ugly girls. And then... out of the abyss of smoke and ugly showgirls.... there she was, my "call girl." At first, I thought it was just the combined effect of the alcohol I have consumed and the thundering beat of the dance music. But indeed, there she was... an oasis in the thick of the stench of sex and sin. I thought "oh my, she is so damn innocent-looking and very pretty." I was mesmerized with her looks and her erotically sexy moves. And unlike all other girls there, she never took off her panties and her bra... she didn't have to because she was damn alluring as it were.
I must have been drop-jawed and salivating while watching her (haha). I felt a very strong pull, hypnotized, and not to mention my throbbing cock. As if she knew what was going on inside me, she often looked into my eyes and provocatively caressed her body. She would move towards where I was seated and teasingly pressed my hands into her breasts and pussy... aaaaah.
I knew she was just acting out her role and mind you she was doing it quite well. But still, I can't resist her magnet. In between her dance sequence, she joined me in my table and I just held her "lovingly." She doesn't speak english, so we can't converse. However, that was more than enough for me.
I left that night yearning for more of "call girl." I held her hand and she gave me a long and passionate kiss. Zoooooom... i felt so highschoolish! We exchanged numbers under the watchful eye of her pimp but i knew that was all to it. "Puke" (meaning beautiful)..."you're so Puke" was all I could say.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
G4 Pick-up Lines
First, get sexy photo shots of your self and try your best to get angles that make you seem reaallly hot. Choose an intriguing handle. Then come up with a profile that creates the illusion that you are a paradoxical combination of someone who is smart, romantic, kind, interesting and exciting. Project as if you are a fascinating combination of a scientist, a gym instructor, a poet and a social worker rolled into one. In short, come up with a packaging which is delightfully a misfit in the context of G4. And then wait for those cyber pick-up lines to flood in....
Here are samples of what I got.
Of course I got crass lines like:
"screw me pare"
"tuhugin moko"
"fuck me tonight tol"
"gano ba kalaki titi mo?"
"ang sarap mo tol... patirikin mo mata ko"
"pwede ba gumatas sayo?"
"ang sexy mo... tirahin moko"
the transactive type...
"magkano rate mo"
"kita tayo pag-uwi ko dyan sa Pinas"
"wanna travel around Asia with me? sagot kita"
"OK na ba sayo ang 300$ per night? ano kaya mo gawin?"
"ei could I be your swim/gym/badminton buddy?"
"gusto mo free massage?"
the pa-impress type...
"Hi, I'm a doctor here the US .. I'll be there next month, wanna meet up?"
"I'm always travelling to different countries, and I have a very respectable job... could we be friends?"
"Hey wanna join me at Manila Hotel tonight? We could have coffee there"
"Wanna have breakfast in Tagaytay? I could pick you up"
"I'm in Paris right now but I will be there next week... wanna SEB?"
... the romantic -- rare types..
"i like your blog, hope we can watch the sunset together sometime... interesting ka, para kang oasis sa disyertong site na ito"
"are you for real? you are too good to be true... I would want to spend the rest of my life with someone like you"
"very impressive profile, you are a rarity in these parts..."
"nakaka-inlove ka... shit ka!"
Here are samples of what I got.
Of course I got crass lines like:
"screw me pare"
"tuhugin moko"
"fuck me tonight tol"
"gano ba kalaki titi mo?"
"ang sarap mo tol... patirikin mo mata ko"
"pwede ba gumatas sayo?"
"ang sexy mo... tirahin moko"
the transactive type...
"magkano rate mo"
"kita tayo pag-uwi ko dyan sa Pinas"
"wanna travel around Asia with me? sagot kita"
"OK na ba sayo ang 300$ per night? ano kaya mo gawin?"
"ei could I be your swim/gym/badminton buddy?"
"gusto mo free massage?"
the pa-impress type...
"Hi, I'm a doctor here the US .. I'll be there next month, wanna meet up?"
"I'm always travelling to different countries, and I have a very respectable job... could we be friends?"
"Hey wanna join me at Manila Hotel tonight? We could have coffee there"
"Wanna have breakfast in Tagaytay? I could pick you up"
"I'm in Paris right now but I will be there next week... wanna SEB?"
... the romantic -- rare types..
"i like your blog, hope we can watch the sunset together sometime... interesting ka, para kang oasis sa disyertong site na ito"
"are you for real? you are too good to be true... I would want to spend the rest of my life with someone like you"
"very impressive profile, you are a rarity in these parts..."
"nakaka-inlove ka... shit ka!"
Friday, November 16, 2007
The "id" in me
I realized that I might be actually playing an experiment of breaking up my personality. Call-boy is the "id" in me -- playful, spontaneous, daring, curious and ready to explore realms beyond my normal reality sphere. He is so in touch with the here and now ... I envy him. But I guess, he came about to save me and provide some respite from the pain and pressures of my real world.
Call-boy was born and exists in the virtual world. I'm not sure if he ought to be allowed to fuse with my real world. He could be dangerous and overly passionate. But he could never be harmful to anybody else except me. He may be the "id" but what I'm sure of is that he is made up of the same kind of stuff as my other selves. Now I truly know that I have a gentle and kind heart and spirit.
Call-boy was born and exists in the virtual world. I'm not sure if he ought to be allowed to fuse with my real world. He could be dangerous and overly passionate. But he could never be harmful to anybody else except me. He may be the "id" but what I'm sure of is that he is made up of the same kind of stuff as my other selves. Now I truly know that I have a gentle and kind heart and spirit.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Meet CALL-BOY
November 14, 2007
Finally, I got to start my blog spot!!
I've been mulling over the idea of starting this for the past two weeks. But somehow, each time I log on to the internet, I found an excuse to check out other things. But when I'm somewhere else, I have a lot of images, words, thoughts, and desires brewing in my mind that I wish I could find a way of encapsulating them and stashing them for the world to know. Somewhere within this very private ME, is the paradox of yearning to make public my inner turbulent world of zest for life and learning and the depth of pains and frustrations as well. And so... my world of blog begins..... MEET CALL BOY.
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