Don’t Be Malu Fernandez

The buzz surrounding this infamous People Asia and Manila Standard writer has been going around the internet for a few weeks now. I didn’t take my part on this issue because I know this topic will be overrated for a short time. Some are even taking part to gain hits and ratings. I don’t care about the issue that Malu Fernandez has started and how she offended our fellow countrymen with her unscrupulous remarks. What’s bothersome to me now is the reaction of the mob. This issue is far from over.

Malu triggered the raging hormones of the mob indeed. If she’ll be seen in the public now, these furious crowds will drag her face down on the floor. They may even tie her head over heels and dip her in Metro Manila flood infested with leptospirosis and floating carcasses. If only letters and words are fatal, she’ll be seen in her bedroom killed morbidly. If her death is not enough, her coffin will be brutally holed with gunfires and her burial grounds will be on scorching fire.

Porn Your Eyes Only

Warning: This post tackles a senseless sensitive issues that may not be suitable for all ages. This topic may only fit the open-minded and horny people. If you think I’m unholy and I can wreak havoc in hell with this post, then SCRAM or go watch Backyardigans! If you came here because you’re searching for hardcore pornographic pictures or videos, my sincerest apology because I may be a wannabe pornstar but this is just a blog, so please see xtube instead.

I guess almost all have seen porn for once in their life, don’t we? Whoever said they haven’t seen porn for once in their lives shall perish and be swallowed by earth in a few seconds. We are all porn suckers. Can we just say porn and suckers at the same time? Oh well, with all honesty, I’m such a loser when it comes to pornographic materials. Call me a sex-deprived horny green-minded virgin bastard but I only own 3 CD’s of porn movies, a few porn clips in my mobile phone and that’s it. I don’t have any slutty magazines or any other materials other than those what I’ve written earlier. But I do come across to a lot of porn sites but because I’m still using dial-up at home my viewing pleasures are limited. I can’t do those at work, can I?

Too Much Info

When is too much too much?

All have secrets, don’t we? For my case, I barely have it. I think I have spilled all my beans with my friends, my other friends, this blog and my other blog. Maybe I am too blatant that I’m spilling everything all I have. Oh well, I’m not telling everything to only one source—so don’t expect all are here in my blog/s. Though I am a very private person, the only classified informations I hide are from my friends, fellas and folks. I am an honest human. Ok, kill me for saying that.

Men Can’t Cry

The car ran smoothly along the expressway. No traffic. “I can go home quickly” he thought. If only not for his work, he could have gone home early. Though he was in a hurry, he didn’t push the gas pedal to move faster. In fact, he was driving more carefully than ever. He must be quick but safe, someone is waiting for him. Somebody needs him.

Devil Wears… Shoes

There are two types of asshole in a department stores, the customer and the clerk. So far, I never been a jerk who keep on blabbering against a clerk for an unsatisfactory service. My style is tolerate and smile at them showing that everything is okay with me and it’s not a biggie. Yesterday was different. I was an asshole for once in my life.

A Poopy Feeling

I nearly pooped on my pants this noon. Before having lunch, my tummy growled angrily at me. It even released an explosive gas inside our office luckily I was alone or else I would rot in prison for being convicted with multiple homicide. I couldn’t even take the stench of my own gas and worst, I could die with my own fart. That’s not a good way to die or headline the tabloids.

I only made halfway with my lunch porkchop because I couldn’t contain the feeling and goosebumps were visible on the surface of my hairy skin. I hate the idea of defecating in the building’s washroom or in any public toilets. 1. Public toilets are infested by killer microbes. 2. The flush are not working properly. 3. In men’s room, guys don’t have good aim at bowls. Do you like the idea of sitting on somebody else’s piss? 4. Someone is taking a happy time too long in the cubicle. 5. It’s not as comfortable as the home’s CR. But what I could do? My shit was already on his way out that’s why I rushed to the restroom not minding my thoughts of a public CR.