my skunk stories

yeah

today is thursday and I am Wednesday.
and it has been 58 years and a half...that i haven't visited my bloggy blog....haven't written anything
i don't know why...maybe because i am stuck with my curly curly hair, thinking that i am a gemini or maybe having this split personality symptom again.

on the other hand, my friend Laurent has a similar feeling like mine.

please feel free to read his letter


Mercredi,

Très joli poème... (very beautifull poèm...)

I'm a bad boy, because i never give you some news about me, and i never ask you hom are you.... I dont have any excuses! But i'm very busy, and i dont know wy, but writing in english stop me to write you...

Anyway, i always very happy when i receive some mail from you!!! (very much!). Concerning me, everythink is fine in my life, and i prepare a new trip to go in Turkey (Like my project in Marocco last summer). My article from Marocco is been published in magazine, and another appears next month ; i'll send you there i a few days (i have to scan the pages...).

Frech exercise now...

J'espère que tu vas bien, et que tu ne penses plus trop à ton copain allemand. Je t'embraase bien fort, en espérant que l'on puisse se revoir dans les années à venir. En attendant, je vais essayer d'améliorer mon anglais...

Laurent

THANKS TO more_pleeshor and mom's closet


i am: wednesday Adams
i want: men as for today
i have: many pimples
i wish: i could go to Madagascar to relax, enjoy and have fun (including sex)
i hate: dishonest mammals
i miss: hanging out with my friends
i fear: greedy people
i hear: my stomach murmuring (gutom!!!!)
i search: for men again
i wonder: where, I wonder how, yesterday was a blue blue sky
i regret: for not telling the truth about what I feel with W
i love: ________________this will be answered 5 years from now
i ache: on my back (because of smoking a lot)
i always: drink 1 oitcher of water every meal
i am not: mistress ....kabit lang
i dance: when I am tipsy
i sing: in the shower
i cry: when I’m depress and overwhelmed
i write: when there's no butterflies in my head
i win: sa scrabble because I am on drugs
i lose: when i was not on drugs
i confuse: Kevin Spacey with WH--and that bloody true
i need: to have some beer or else my V---will be upset
i should: read more para ma brayt
my father thinks I am: he's dead
my mother thinks I am: not worthy to live in this planet
my ex-boyfriend thinks I am: rich and unhappy
three things you are often complimented for: my earlobes, my straight hair, being efficient kuno
I get embarrassed when: waly ULAW
_________: thinks i am bitch
animal cruelty: is a mortal sin
I keep a diary: I call it ...my skunk stories
I like to cook: when i am happy
I have a secret I have not shared with anyone: that i am broke
I am in love: with Wimjan
I set my watch a few minutes ahead: not all the time
I bite my fingernails: nope
I believe in love: soon---patience is a virtue
the cutest female I know: Rose-Liza Eisma
the weirdest person i know: puro weird lahat
the Loudest Person I know: Robin Ibens
the Sexiest Person I Know: Bing Tabara and Gretchen Barreto
the Person that Knows the Most about me: somebody should claim or else .....
most Boring Teacher: my college math teacher (yawah...sige lagpot ang laway pa gyud)
my most overused phrase: porbida!
the last image/thought before sleep: Kurt Cobain
my best feature: ahem
Inside joke: can’t think of any
take a shower everyday: 2 times a day
have a(any) crush(es): Timothy Hutton and Stuart Masterson
want to get married: the flies will tell
have any tattoos/where?: zzzzzzzz
piercing/where?: earlobes
get motion sickness: wala bisan pag pison
think you're a health freak: no
get along with parents: sort of
thunderstorms: are music to my ears

What's Your Porn Star Name?

To get your porn name, you need to combine your very first pet's name (first name) and the street you grew up in (last name). For example, this is mine:


Pupay Cervantes he..he.he.. (what do you think?)


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In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do, and that
sight becomes this art.

- Rumi, from Birdsong: Fifty-three Short Poems

(from Ian Casocot's Blog)


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Crude but funny....
>
> Minsan, umuwi ng maaga si Mister para sorpresahin ang kaniyang
> kabiyak.
>
> Dahan dahan siyang pumasok sa kanilang bahay at hinanap ang
kaniyang
> Misis. Nakita niya itong abala sa pagluluto at di namalayan na
siya
ay
> dumating.
>
> Maingat siyang lumapit sabay takip sa mga mata ni Misis
> sabay sabing "NGES HU!!!!!"
>
> Sabi naman ni Misis, " Lintek, nges- hu-nges- hu ka
> pa diyan ikaw lang naman ang ngongo dito!!!!!
>

contributed by Bing Tabara Furlong

A friend of mine insisted to post me this.
I think you should read.


Why I Won’t Have Sex With You
by Lilledeshan Bose
If you really want to know, it’s because my thighs are too big. They slump across the bed, too heavy to move apart, but slightly, at the knees. Waves of cellulite lolling across seas and seas of undesired flesh. Mapped out by white webs of stretch marks, this wide expanse spills out of your grip, easily. I doubt if you would want to graze your fingers across a bedimpled, blotchy crack. I have trouble lifting my legs up for the perfect position (around your neck, perhaps, or my left knee hugged to my chest) because of this unwieldy weight, and I am so afraid to disappoint you. How your sweat drips down your brow in this great effort to get me to take my pants off. I try to distract you by sitting up, but my stomach rolls forward too fast and loose, to my dismay. I lie back down thinking, sex belongs to skinny people: the stick figures with melon boobs I know you fantasize about. I try not to bite my lip as you go down on me: I fail to keep a moan that half-arcs across this dark and sad motel room. I feel too big for the bed, too ugly for these mirrors, unworthy of this pleasure that I feel. I want to envelope your body with mine, enclose your being, but I fear losing you. I am too thick and oily: what if you suffocate within my folded flesh?


Why I Won’t Have Sex With You
by Nada_O_Nil
If you really want to know, it’s because my thighs aren’t too big. They are smooth and creamy against the sheets, so smooth you are driven to madness imagining your cum splattered on them. You have never run your fingers across such brown smoothness, have you? The perfect swell of hip narrowing down to that perfect stretch of leg. I imagine your hands lifting my legs up for the perfect position (around your neck, perhaps, or my left knee hugged to my chest) and bile rises up my throat. I am afraid the sight of you will disappoint me: how your sweat drips from your brow, your chest heaving on top of mine. I try to distract you by cocking a loaded gun before you can cock yours (tiny little thing, sorry), but you fail to grasp the subtlety of homicide, intoxicated as you are by the sight of my naked breasts. I lie back down thinking, “When is this fucker going to stop?” I bite back profanity when you utter words that sound sacrilegious coming from you. Tiny thing that I am, I feel too big for your bed that is devoid of love. You are unworthy of the pleasure you want to feel and thus will never thrust yourself deep into my dark wetness, never feel yourself enclosed in my being, because you are thick and oily with the immensity of your arrogance. I know to you a blowjob from me will equal me loving you. And forgive me, but that is why I won’t have sex with you.

Paging/ Achtung: MR. JUSTIN AYER---how are you men? How's your trip in Vietnam? I terribly miss you!

Alas, the rain stopped pouring in Dumaguete City. Yesterday, I was thinking of calling the attention of all animals in Dumaguete, thinking to rebuild Noah’s Ark again. But I need to pay carpenters.
The weather is making me sick and lazy. Outdoor activities are definitely cancelled and my eyes are wide open for the fact that I have been drinking a lot of coffee.
I’ve got no escape in terms of realities in life. When you go to the down town area, Badjos are scattered everywhere begging for money, people selling lanterns or hand towels, construction men working at the former Ricky’s Bakery, etcetera, etcetera, echechechera, que sera-sera.

I could still hear people talking about the students recently killed in a car racing at the National Highway near the road to Gimmick. The car exploded and both of them were not able to escape. Students are high on drugs and at the risk of killing themselves ala Fast and the Furious less Vin Diesel. Well, sosyal na sila ngayon…..they are into car racing na before they are into motorbike racing. See, how Dumaguete is progressing right now?
(Oh, God bless their souls)

In terms of risks on a rainy season, I am worried about the fishermen in Batangas or should I say fishermen in the Philippines. Of course, they are grounded or they would take the risk of fishing just for food consumption. On the other hand, farmers are happy now.

Ahhhhh. stop Wednesday, STOP! Be autistic for a day.

Well, tell me who’s happy and who’s into maximum risks in this rainy season? I would be glad to hear your stories.

These are the facts why I am beginning to share my stories and express myself.
1) to sharpen my writing skills if ever I have one
2) I tolerate loneliness very poorly
3) Somebody claimed that I have a “passive personality disorder” and I want to prove him wrong
4) Without the benefit of hindsight, I want to grow ….with all your help and love. (naks)
5) And of course I want to be healthy again.

alright this is my first story.......(thank you KKK and Ian) i am now involve in this electronic slum book, diary, whatever you call it....

while i was applying....i am playing this song from Rod Stewart.
yawah......this is what i am feeling right now.....
no words to say, no words to convey....I AM IN DEEP SHIT.

MY HEART CAN’T TELL YOU NO

I don’t want you to come round here no more
I beg you for my sake
You don’t know how strong my weakness is
Or how much it hurts me
Coz when you say its over with him
I want to believe it’s true
So I let you in knowing tomorrow
Am gonna wake up missing you.

(*) When the one you love’s in love with someone else
Don’t you know its torture
I mean, it’s living hell
No matter how I try to convince myself
This time I won’t loose control
One look in your blue/sad eyes
Suddenly, my heart can’t tell you no.
(my heart can’t tell you now)

I don’t want you to call me up no more
Saying you’ll leave me
You’re crazy if you think just half your love could ever please me
Still I want to hold you, touch you
When you look at me that way
There’s only one solution, I know
You gotta stay away from me
Stay away from me.