prelude to something

The silence was defeaning. I can hear the humming of the fridge in the kitchen. I can feel your stare; it burned. The smoke filled my room, I took a drag or two and you finished it off. The feel of your hand holding mine is reassuring. Are we about to end this? I don't want to. I know you don't want to. Why the silence then?

You know how I hate it when you're silent. It makes me ask stupid questions. I can still feel your stare, this time I can feel your breath in my ear too. Your smell is like an elixir; making me do ungodly things. You whispered you want me. I whispered I don't care. And then your wet lips touched mine. Now I know why it was silent. It usually happens before a storm.

You. Naked. Again.

there i was awake.
the air from the fan was muggy.
there you were, sleeping.
beside me naked.
i needed a drag.
board shorts on, no top
i went outside to fill my lungs
how long will it be this time?
overnight?
or until my friends wake up?

Did I Say I Am A Fashion Roadkill?

I have tried to keep this a secret for a very long time now. I do not want others to get addicted to this. But I cannot help it anymore. If you are a clothes-whore, visit this site. It's super!

Now, did I tell you this is addictive?

Confessions of True Blue Jologs

I, O Ejercito, do solemnly admit that I have succumbed to the jologs-hood. This admission, though, does not, in no way, affect my status as the diva princess of all time. Okay? And this cannot be taken against me in the future.

But what the fuck, I'd go jologs for this boy. Even if it means reclusion perpetua.

I know you kinda like him too. According to the show, he's a former kargador.

WTF! Pede magpakarga?

Catch him on Pinoy Big Brother Live Streaming daily in Studio 23.

*Pictures courtesy of The Manila Gay Guy.*