Los Diez Mandamientos

I was tweeting last night when I saw a re-tweet of a PublicityAsia original. It was rule number 9.

It was enough for me to know that the rest of the "PR" commandments are worth being re-shared (since it was obviously shared already in twitter). So I searched for the rest of the decrees (10 in total) and picked it out from the cosmic catalogue of the "PR" universe.

So here it is, few choice words from PublicityAsia.

PR is such an interesting field but there are a few golden rules to follow to survive the game...

RULE 1: Whatever you do, NEVER social climb - or at least try not to. Build your own.

RULE 2: Avoid name dropping at all cost. Any name you say can and will be used against you.

RULE 3: Friendships may come and go, but mutually beneficial relationships always lasts.

RULE 4: Being hated is part of the game, so defy all emotions and concentrate at the end prize

RULE 5: The law of IMPERMANENCE. Nothing last forever - so learn how to evolve overtime. Re-create yourself every now and then.

RULE 6: A FAT PR guested on TV and was talking about IMAGE and PROJECTION. So rule no. 6 is always look at your own mirror FIRST.

RULE 7: You Know They Love You When They HATE You - trust me. Otherwise, they won't waste their time - like I do.

RULE 8: FAME should be the 8th deadliest sin - do not chase it. The more famous you become the more INFAMOUS you'll end up to be.

RULE 9: DO NOT be afraid to burn bridges because if the OFFER is good then you can afford to rebuild anytime.

RULE 10: Be an ORIGINAL - and this is the most important rule of all.

Thanks for lending us your wisdom. Goddess Joyce A Ramirez. International Publicist. Frequent Flyer. Solitary Traveler, Dictator of Taste. 

http://www.publicityasia.net/ 

 

Of Wheels and Men

Michael remembered the first time he saw Jasper.

And the moment Michael laid eyes on him, he knew he was special.

Jasper was lifting weights in the gym that time. He was with two instructors who helped him through his routine.

Jasper has brown eyes, black locks and he has a deep, almost hypnotic deep voice that Michael would love listening to. His arms are to die for. His six pack abs is something to behold. Since that day, Michael would always dream of one day touching those abdominal muscles. If there was one thing that Michael fell short of though, that was his negligence of his leg muscles and everyone knows, including Michael, why. But overall, Jasper was deliciously mysterious.

Even though he looked like the love child of Brandon Routh with that hot, sexy innocence and Aljur Abrenica with that slight touch of rebellious Asian flair, to everyone in the gym, Jasper is just another rich gym goer who can afford to hire multiple instructors... but not to Michael. To him, Jasper is the man of his dreams even though Jasper is at least 10 years his senior.

Michael made it a point of going to the gym in the afternoon, after his shift on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays because that’s when Jasper was there too. Sometimes, he would find his self just looking at him. He spends an hour or two in the gym but never working out more than half an hour... maybe 1 hour max. Good thing that he inherited his parent’s good genes and fast metabolism because all he need is just slight workout and he will get himself lean and toned in a snap.

Soon, his eye candy became his object of affection. Unfortunately, this affectionate transition from crush to love, comes with a price.

Aside from the age gap between him and his love, Jasper is a hot shot lawyer while Michael, on the other hand, is just a call center agent. He has been seen numerous times in television for being an attorney and sports advocate while Michael is nothing but a person working on a grave yard shift serving clients from overseas.

They are opposites.

Michael was resolved to watching him instead from across the gym or sometimes on TV or Online. He was content to watching him play on the games he is playing in, despite being very tired at the end of a workday.

One night, following a game, Michael was leaving when he heard a voice behind him.

"Hey, there."

He knew that voice. That's the same deep voice he always wanted to hear. He turned around and there he was, his hot shot lawyer, looking handsome as ever. Michael stood there frozen, his sweat slowly forming in his shiny forehead.

"I have a feeling you are following me around. Is there something I can do for you?"

Michael couldn't speak. He just stared at him and blushed.

Jasper smiled "I see you every game and I see you work out in the gym too. You've been watching me for some time, right?"

Only this time that Michael realized he was talking to him. He nodded dumbstruck.

"I've been wanting to meet you for some time you know. Especially since it has been obvious you want to meet me."

Michael nodded again.

"Are you ever going to say something? My name is Jasper."

"I know." Michael weakly answered.

"You know?"

"I asked at the gym and I'm..."

"Michael." Jasper finished.

"I ask around too you know" Jasper laughed... musical laugh.

They shook hands. They held hands longer than they are supposed to. Michael didn't care. He was holding

the hands of the man he had secretly loved for several months.

And then Jasper suggested.

"My place is right around the corner wanna stop by?"

"What?"

Michael blushed as Jasper spoke his very thoughts.

"Oh, god, I love it when you blush. It is so sexy."

Michael blushed even more.

"I know it's sudden, but I like you. I’ve been watching you in the gym. I’m just scared that you might not like me.”

Michael smiled. He placed his hand on Jasper’s shoulder, squeezed and said "Let's go."

It took a long 10 minutes to get to his apartment, a suite overlooking the city skyline.

As soon as they were in the living room, he leaned over and pulled Jasper into his arms and hugged him tight.

He never thought on a million years that this is going to happen. Tears slowly formed in his eyes.

Their lips met, their soft lips caressing the other.

Michael laid Jasper back and pulled his shirt over his head tossing it aside.

He dove down onto his nipples and sucked those hard little points. Jasper moaned. He raked his nails along

Michael’s back.

After a few minutes, Michael reluctantly left his nipples and moved up to nibble on Jasper’s ear and then his neck kissing his way down to his love’s body and to his rock hard abs. He used his mouth on every part of Jasper’s body. The taste of his skin was slightly salty with a soapy aroma... the taste of heaven. He tongued Jasper’s belly button and it was answered by soft moans of pleasure.

Finally, Michael reached his jeans' waist band and popped the first button. He continued licking Jasper’s bare skin and nipped at the touch of soft black hair on the slight opening flap. He popped the rest of the buttons to reveal his huge manhood.

Michael licked the head of his cock. Jasper cock jumped.

Michael teased his way along the shaft alternately sucking and nipping. Jasper groaned and writhed as he went his way down and reached the base. He went back up and licked the pre-cum forming on the lawyer’s mushroom head.

Michael was in heaven. Kneeling between Jasper’s legs was where he wanted to be. He reached for the jeans and started to pull.

"No, don't" Jasper pleaded.

"It will be alright." Michael promised.

He lifted Jasper’s hips and pulled the jeans past his knees and over his feet. With the jeans out of the way, it revealed his magnificent, 7 inch cock. It was a beautiful, huge pole of cut meat throbbing against his flat stomach. His family jewels were smooth and hairless.

Michael played at his beau’s shaft for a while squeezing it gently before plunging back on his oral exploration of his body. He shoved the whole length of the cock down his throat, swirling his tongue around the head and shaft as he slid up and down.

Jasper went wild. His hands played with Michael’s thick hair, tugging gently. Soon, his body bucked and rolled... unmistakable signs he was close to cumming. He stopped sucking and stood up.

"No, we aren't finished yet." He whispered gently in answer to Jasper’s questioning eye.

Michael stood up and slowly began to strip before his naked god. He pulled his shirt of revealing his lean torso, popped open the button of his jeans, and pushed down. He allowed his pants to slide down... his hard cock now tenting his boxers.

Jasper reached for his boxers and pulled them from his hips. Michael threw his head back and moaned as Jasper put his 6 inch cock into his hot, moist mouth. He sucked massaging his balls and squeezing his firm ass until Michael shot his load in Jasper’s perfect pecs.

Michael collapsed on Jasper’s sticky, cum filled chest, their heart beating in unison. He was so happy. He was in ecstasy. He thought, this man, the man that he dreamed for so long wanted to be with him too. Jasper wrapped his strong arms on him and looked into his eyes and smiled. The love and affection gleaming in his eyes was enough to cause Michael’s cock to rise again. Again, they shared long, hot, passionate kisses. Not just the kisses of lust but more.

Michael felt their cocks throb between their bodies. He spit on his hand and stroked Jasper’s hard cock. He positioned Jasper’s huge pole at the entrance of his twitching hole and lowered himself slowly. Jasper’s cock filled him completely. It was painful but he wanted it. He wanted Jasper to feel and fill him. It was a pleasurable torment. After reaching the base of Jasper’s superb manhood, he then slid in and out. Michael raised his ass until only the head remained in him and then plunged down... again and again.

And again until Jasper shoot his warm juices inside Michael. This was all Michael needed to shoot his own hot, gooey cum again on his chest.

Holding his mighty attorney’s softening cock inside him, he leaned down and kissed him softly and lovingly. They stayed just like that for a while just listening to their heartbeats.

"Shall we retire to the bedroom?" Jasper asked grinning in a mock English accent.

Michael cuddled close to his chest. Again, they kissed more passionate than ever.

Michael then gently placed Jasper on his wheelchair and pushed him into the bedroom... for the first night of the rest of their lives. 

Celebrate Diversity

Gym Rants: The Good, The Bad and The Fugly

Every time I feel upset or disappointed or hurt, I go to the gym. I always find solace in my second home.

That's right folks! I'm one narcissistic bitch! I've been working out since 2003. That's the one place I'm comfortable in (other than my room) since me and my best friend started pumping our muscles (among other things, he he he) 8 years ago.

Leave it to a masochistic, narcissistic freak to love beauty by way of pain and suffering. But that's not the reason why I blogged this entry.

Mr Good has a rugged look and he kept his hair really, really short. He is well built with a very proud pair of hairy pecks. His arms are like very defined trunks that could crush you in a heartbeat. His 6 packs abs is screaming out of his tight black shirt waiting to be touched and licked. He fashions a very long side burns and his very neatly trimmed beard completed his look. He could have been a 6 footer seeing that I'm already 5 feet, 11 inches tall and he is still taller than me... the kind of guy who would fuck you without mercy.

He looks gorgeously rough but there something in his black, Asian eyes that tell you that he can fuck you hard and hug you warm and tight while having a very smart conversation till you fall asleep in his arms afterwards.

Still, I could make do with just the fucking hard without mercy.

Mr Bad was totally different but just as gorgeous as Mr Good. He has shiny dark brown, highlighted hair set in a K-pop look and dark brown, almond shaped eyes. He's probably in his early 20's and 5"7' or so tall. He would always wear tight shirts and nice pair of jeans every time he goes to the gym.

He wasn't extremely developed like Mr Good. He didn't have a lot of muscle but that's what makes him hot. He's the boy next door that you will take home to mommy. Shirtless, his six-packs are already showing in his almost washboard abs.

Unfortunately, what he makes up with his looks, he lacks in his character... or at least that’s what I thought.

Either way, these are reasons why I sometimes, look forward to working out.

Then enter Mr Fugly.

Mr Fugly is a major, major gym cruiser. He's fat and he's ugly. He has a balding head and a tummy that resembles a 9 month old pregnant woman.

That may sound harsh but it’s true. We fags know, above all people, that physical appearance matters. To hell with the "don't judge the book by its cover shit."

Let's face it, we judge the glossy, colorful, visually stunning cover first and check out its contents later. That's the reason why almost all the premier gyms in the metro are gay central.

And if the gym is the rainbow country, then its sauna and steam room is its twin capital.

Anyway, this guy frequents the steam room and sauna looking for other guys, hot or not, in the hopes for an easy head... even if he has to stay inside the gay capital and get steamed and dehydrated for hours on end.

I don't mind Mr Fugly. I don't even mind him cruising. What I do mind is that he doesn't know how to quit even if you already said "NO!" or more bluntly, "I"M NOT INTERESTED!"

On more than one occasion, when we are alone in the sauna (I work out in the morning when the gym has just opened), he would always make an effort to let me know that he wants me. He would often take off his towel, and jerk off his small dick which is tucked behind his huge belly. I would look away of course but then he would moan loud enough so that I can hear him.

And that’s how our cat and mouse game would start.

I would leave the steam room to go to the sauna... only to be followed by Mr Fugly a couple of minutes later. And that’s what pisses me of.

Now, all 3 guys are not my friends. We don't talk to each other except for Mr Fugly's indecent attempts to engage with me, which I always ignore and Mr Good's rare hi's or 'zup's which I totally look forward to answering back with unemotional nods. I never had any engagement with Mr Bad until one fateful Monday morning when all of us found ourselves working out at the same time.

(to be continued...)

Overhaul

I got a major surprise when I opened my blog today.

Aris became my first follower.

So in honor of Aris, who was one of the reason why I started my own blog, I overhauled my page.

Same content, different packaging.

Thanks a lot Aris. Hope to read more great entries from you.

Overanalyzing

Stop overanalyzing Silvan (Silverwing Angel)!

You always get yourself in trouble when you do.

You are successful, a manager already at a very young age. Everything is ahead of you.

No doubt you are one smart cookie... intelligent, imaginative and creative. But sometimes your best attributes are your worse.

You said yourself you tend to think things over so much that you find yourself in an alternate reality where you scare yourself like crazy.

You called him more than 50 times. Even if you already know there's no fucking reason why he wouldn't answer the phone, Don't you think it’s pathetic?

Your boyfriend is hot!

Your friends says so, even your sister says so!

Deal with it.

Paranoia: That's what you get for falling in love with a god... Not that you aren't one too.

Wait for the day to end. Listen to what he has to say and maybe the monster you created in your head isn't that scary.

And if worse comes to worse, then you know what to do.

Just remember that there is a fine line between trusting someone and just being plain stupid.

The Last Galera

I spent some "me" time on my fourth night in the island this Holy Week and for those people who know me, walking away from the pounding sounds of a bar fueled by the sweet sweat of topless, skin on skin, grinding bodies of hot and wild boylets is next to impossible. But I figured, this is my last night on the island and the only chance for me to tone down the music inside me and assess my current situation... This is me in emoterang froglet mode!

Anyway, after 5 pitchers of the drink-of-choice (or should I say the COCKtail-of-choice, LOL), Mindoro Sling and over 3 hours of non-stop dancing, I left my friends with those beautiful men with great difficulty.

I walked far beyond Miko's Bar, the hottest bar in the island, and the beating "thumpa thumpa" that made Galera gay central every Holy Week. Within minutes, I find myself walking alone under the sanctuary of the bright Black Saturday moon. I claimed a soft spot and sat facing the dark, unphatomable sea burying my feet with more of the white sand and thought things over.

It's amazing that all you have to do in Galera to find a peaceful and calm place on the beach is just to walk a few meters away from the wild and loud bars.

I am no stranger to Puerto Galera.

I’ve been going here with my friends every year with the exception of 2008 Holy Week when I was hospitalized… a tradition that started 9 years ago.   

And every year, I always had the chance to party every day, get drunk and gain new friends or hot "fubu's" in the process.

I admit. I’m no Adonis but I’m definitely no Quasimodo either. I had my fair share of guys trying to hit on me and they are no Notre Dame Bell ringer too. This year is no exception.

I guess I still have it. There are still a handful of guys in every shape and sizes, who finds me hot.

Yes! Humaba na naman ang buhok ko sa Puerto! Nasubukan ang katawang lupa ko ng bongang-bongang-bongangvilla!

I went over the events that happened to me and my friends for the last 4 days: the fun, the adventure, the booze, the temptation.

I admit. I played the game. And I can still play the game, maybe better than ever before.

I flirted and flirted real well.

I got hit on. Others even feel me up. I worked the dance floor. I grinded my sweaty, topless gym toned body with other hot men with their thing poking me from every side. Two guys decided to opt for the classic move and offered me a drink which I appreciatively accepted while others gave it to me straight up and went straight into the business. Believe me when I say the offers were very hard to refuse.

But those were refused nonetheless.

Thinking of it now, sitting on the beach (and still being hit on by guys) made me smile. I never went back to Manila empty handed and this is the first time I will and I’m happy (a Galera first for me). I didn’t get a head (and didn’t give one either) but my ego got the best blow job in the world!

This is one of the reasons why I went to the beach with my friends sans Mavie. I want to know for myself that I can do it.

I dialed his number. He immediately answered.

We talked with my cheap but very reliable "work" phone on my left hand while playing with the ring we bought before I left manila for the vacation on the other. I told him everything. We laughed as I shared my adventures and misadventures. He knows that I enjoyed the time I spent with my friends and I can tell that he knows I didn’t lose his trust.


He called 2 to 3 times every day I was away but tonight, after the last of the loud "thumpa thumpa" rhythm was drowned by the sea, all I can hear is the beat of my heart screaming his name. (ang Keso ko talaga!)

After we talked, I lay down on the beach just enjoying the sounds of the wave hitting the shore. I wish he was there, hugging me.

Soon, the dark heaven is broken by the dawn. Its scattered stars started hiding beneath the soft, fluffy morning clouds one by one... Easter sun is rising.

I picked myself up, dust myself off and walked back.

Now, I'm sure where I belong.

I'm coming home Mavie!