Davao Escapade 1:

My first day was pretty okay. My parents seem to have been resigned to the person I am now. I even told them about the underground work I do for this New Yorker who pays me $50 per writeup. Not that they agreed that I go on with it, but it's not like they can stop me. We went to this ritzy Chinese resto and I had a bazooka helping of crabs in garlic sauce.. yum yum.. To hell with my allergies. Mom is stocking up on Claritin just so I could get my fix. I truly missed being here. I'm glad I came home. I miss him, though. I hope he's doing fine. I wrote something on the plane this morning, but it's upstairs in my sisters' room so I'll put it here tomorrow instead. Ang tamad ko talaga. Life is good, indeed. And I'm getting fatter by the second.

She could feel the stray strands of hair sticking to her nape. The slow trickle of sweat on her back made her arch a little, to allow wind to touch her neck, even for a while. The sheets are cold. A little moist from the night's activity. Fan infront of her, her eyes flutter to a close, as she savors the cool air, touching the front of her body (but not her back). Her hands graze her collarbone, feeling the protrusion. With her mouth half-open, a soft moan escapes her lips. Half-smiling, still with fluttering eyes, she licks the inside of her lips. She waits for the coming of night, for the party to begin once again. It has always been that way. Heat in the morning. Fire at night. Either way, it burns. Up, where it's annoying. Down, where it matters.

oooooh... you should read her blog at ----> adrenalineangel.blog-city.com ----- she has this really kinky piece on chupa chups. makes you want to suck on those things, as well.

Angel and I should start a blog about sex. We could call it "Drippings". haha!

There is something wildly erotic about green tea. As I write this piece, which I don't think would hold any relevance to any reader, I raise my cup to my lips, and savor the taste, or, rather, the absence of taste from my Korean green tea concoction. The drink presents to me a tinge of saltiness I cannot identify. The warm liquid lingers in my mouth for a while, as I hesitate to swallow, for fear that I might lose the mystery that is its content. I could easily answer my wonder by searching the internet for its ingredients, but I do not. Instead, I let my mind do the searching for me, and the best I could come up with is sex. Yes, green tea, in warm water, tastes like cum. Water. Salt. Water. Salt. Aphrodisiac. Is it? Green tea, in cold water, also tastes like cum with ice. I really don't find anything refreshing about the idea, but my tongue keeps asking for it. I am on my 4th teabag and I can't stop.

i anticipate your return... so my slumber will be with a smile, and my sunshine will be with lots of vitamin D (not the deadly UV rays I've been getting recently). haha! My world is a chessboard without you.

Today we begin with a question: which of these words doesn't belong with the others: tuba, yo-yo, manila paper, or boondocks?
Here's a hint: there's an association between these words and the Tydings-McDuffie Act, signed by President Franklin D. Roosevelt on this date 69 years ago. Need a bit more help? The 1934 Tydings-McDuffie Act is also known as the Philippine Commonwealth and Independence Act: it established that a ten-year period of commonwealth status for the Philippine Islands would culminate in that country's independence.

As for the four words that started us off, all those terms have an association with the languages spoken on the Philippines. The term tuba comes from a plant found on that archipelago, while yo-yo is thought to be a native name in one of the more than five dozen languages spoken there. Boondock literally means "mountain" in Tagalog, one of the most important Filipino languages, while the capital name of manila, once used as an adjective for the strong and durable buff-colored, smooth-finished paper made from Manila hemp, now refers to any similar paper regardless of its fiber content.

So which word doesn't belong? Listeners with a musical ear may have heard the false note we struck with our mention of the tuba. Although it is true the tuba plant grows in the Philippines, it is also true that the only connection between that plant and the more familiar tuba (naming the brass instrument) is their identical spelling.

http://www.m-w.com/wftw/03mar/032403.htm