Manila, the most retarded city!!
I don't know what it is about this city, and the millions of people that decide to call this cesspool home.
First off, let me start by saying that I've tried to give Filipinos the benefit of the dooubt but I've reached a point where I just say "fuckit"....I ain't fronting no more.
They've got sense of importance that's beyond anything I've ever seeen from their media, and their politicians to some of their quasi-intellectuals.
Basically the Philippines is a Third World country fronting as a First World country with nothing to to show for it apart from a swanky skyline in Makati and Ortigas while a large section of the population live in the shittiest conditions I've seen this side of Nyanga.
I love the fronting though for its sad irony.
The craziest thing about the Philippines though is how everyone, I mean everyone wants to be white or appear to be white and its not the European white. They want the "pale" white which can only be achieved through a heavy regime of creams and pills. I see the results on the streets here everyday...so much so that one woman even claimed to be white when she was clearly not.
Filipinos need to start loving themselves beyond all the fakeness and delve into their histories beyond the colonial period.
A crazy night in Quezon City...party 2.
Myself and Seng left there after about 90 minutes. Just as we reached the gate of the subdivision we bumped into one of Seng's friends- Ruta. Quickly he invited us for a beer at one of the tin shack bars along Quezon Avenue. We were only supposed to have one round of drinks but soon that turned into two and soon we were on our way to the redlight district of Cubao where our friend promised us a crazy show.
The street scene was crazy though with streetwalkers and their pimps all over the place as some of them even tried to pull me to one side to offer some "boom, boom".
I was a bit sceptical, after what I had seen in Bourgos Street. I expected to see scantily clad girls "stripping" but covered in lace and their underwear. After Ruta refused to poa
Well. I was pleasantly suprised when we walked into one of the joints after we refused to get into another one because, seeing me, the doorman decided to waive the usual free entrance. So off we headed to another joint next door.
As we entered the dimply lit room a naked body was coverting on a stage with two poles on each side. She tried her best to do the stripper thing but the casual observer who has seen these shows in other countries would be able to see that she was a rank amateur. Altough it should be said she was the best "stripper" on the night....the other girls just danced without emotion and some seemed to be totally space out as if they didn't want to be there.
There were nice girls though but most of them were ho-ish, you couldn't possibly walk down the street with one.
We eventually headed out of there at around 1am not before I had spoken to one of the girls and taken her number pretending to be some Colombian businessman named Pablo- she obviously didn't get the joke.
A crazy night in Quezon City...part 1
Actually it started in the
Quiapo where myself, Seng and Luke spent Sunday afternoon walking through the massive street market which stretches over four blocks. We then headed over to the Quiapo church which, although it is massive, was packed to the brim...so much so that people stood outside and watched a mass on jumbotron in an adjacent square.
There we waited for another friend of Seng who would accompany us to Manila's Chinatown where we would have a dinner. It took an hour though before my three friends could reach consensus on the authenticity of the Chinese radio restaurants. We eventually settled on a restaurant but not before we had to tell the Filipino waiters that their cutlery was chipped- which I found utterly shocking.
We had a massive meal afterwhich I felt like swollen pig ready at the slaughterhouse with a butcher looking on with his glistening knife. We rolled out of there and headed back to Quezon Avenue where our friends share an apartment in a subdivision....the story didn't end there though.
crash test dummy
So here I am, its been more than 18 months since my last post on blogger. I've since moved onto facebook where I've got more people visiting mySPACE and get the music I listen to. I'm thinking that I should start a music blog, or just a blog about videos on youtube, or whatever takes my fancy. Right now though I'm too busy to think straight.
Awesome batting performance!
Right now I'm going through some minor shit...I'm trying to tell my Eastern Cape beauty to fuck off as I'm allergic to controlling and manipulative bitches...all this while waiting for my honey who's currently in Mozambique to return next week.
Borat
Was planning to watch Borat today with a couple of work colleagues but dunno if I'll be able to make it because I might be fucking the living daylights out of my fuckbuddy who should be here this afternoon.
Labels: borat, sex
It's hectic when you're...
Trying to get laid.
Seriously though although I haven't had sex in a while( three weeks at last count) I can't exactly blame it on my lack of game...I've just not been going out enough to get any punani.
The last time I had sex it was friggin awesome...pounded my ex girlfriend the whole night and into the early hours of the morning...she orgasmed so loudly i thought the neighbours were going to bang on her door. That was fun, fucking her so hard.
Afterwards though I felt like a dirty dick because she's got a boyfriend and I thought I was getting back with my ex gf...the one I broke up with in January (shit, that's almost a year ago).
Three weeks later and I've been feeling awfully depressed...haven't felt so bad in months...work has always been hectic but at least one could balance it out with some good sex. Now that there was no sex, never mind good sex, forthcoming I was starting to feel edgy.
For two weeks I had a relationship with my PS2 and my favourite FPS...
BlackHad a date lined up for this evening but she cancelled on me...came home refused to play Black and just lay down on my bed with the tv switched on for background noise...really felt low, no wait, I needed a tight, wet pussy real bad.
Sent my ex( the one I broke up with in Jan) a text message adn she returned one saying that she would pray for me...I then returned her message telling her in no uncertain terms to fuck off. I had just burnt a bridge.
Weird thing happens around the same time. I get a message from a
fuckbuddy telling me how much she misses and could I please fuck her soon. Obviously I say yes.
So tomorrow I'll have the 22 year-old intern over and I'll fuck her brains out, she specifically asked for rough sex.
