<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535891130274836225</id><updated>2011-08-14T09:50:38.522-07:00</updated><category term='emo'/><category term='gay relationships'/><category term='gay'/><category term='songs'/><category term='letter'/><category term='gay stories'/><title type='text'>Mga Kwentong Tililing</title><subtitle type='html'>For the 4th time, why does Blogspot keep on blocking this blog, damn it!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>baklang maangas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330342198422787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d5GxpH9oKTg/SCxHGLYb7eI/AAAAAAAAABE/F7JL8D8ANkw/S220/1204821733-lg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535891130274836225.post-8361990795161705215</id><published>2008-06-04T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:06:09.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Loneliest Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ilan lang sa mga pinakamalulungkot na pangyayari sa buhay ko ngayon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ang malaman na nagmove on na ang ex ko. May iba na siya at masaya pa niyang ibinabalita  kung paano sila nagkakilala, kung paano sila nagseks pagkatapos ng first date nila at sasabihin pa niyang it was a real good sex. It makes me wonder tuloy kung binigyan ko  rin siya ng real good sex dati at kung sinabi rin niya ang ganoon tungkol sa amin sa ex niya bago ako. Ipinakita niya pa ang picture ng bagong lalake niya at gusto kong magalit dahil alam kong mas may hitsura ako kaysa sa kanya at ang hope man lang na mabigyan siya ng isang bad sex para maturn-off ang ex ko ay hindi mangyayari dahil satisfied ang gago sa performance ng bago niya. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ang isipin na may posibilidad na tumanda at mamatay ako na mag-isa. Ang masaklap pa dun, pwede akong mamatay at tumanda na mahirap. Nakakatakot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wala man lang ni isang hot at gwapong lalake ang niyayaya ako sa isang date. To top it all, walang nagyayaya sa akin at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dahil wala akong pera, naglalaway lang ako sa thought na hindi ko kayang bilhin ngayon ang mga pagkain na kinicrave ko katulad ng cheesecake, Burger King whopper at ang Strawberries n' Cream ng Starbucks. Ang masaklap pa nito, ang problema ng ibang mga tao ay limited sa kanilang pag-aalala kung ano ang isusuot nila para sa party ngayong gabi, kung anong cocktail drink ang ioorder o kung sino sa limang pinagpipiliang lalaki ang iuuwi for a one hot steamy sexual night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Higit sa lahat, ang maging tigang ng halos higit sa isang buwan na. Tang ina, ang pathetic ko na pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535891130274836225-8361990795161705215?l=baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/feeds/8361990795161705215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535891130274836225&amp;postID=8361990795161705215' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/8361990795161705215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/8361990795161705215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/2008/06/loneliest-moments.html' title='Loneliest Moments'/><author><name>baklang maangas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330342198422787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d5GxpH9oKTg/SCxHGLYb7eI/AAAAAAAAABE/F7JL8D8ANkw/S220/1204821733-lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535891130274836225.post-3472084265611959667</id><published>2008-06-01T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:44:44.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Single</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Matagal na rin pala akong single. Mahigit isa o dalawang taon na yata. Siyempre, hindi ko binibilang si Stephen. Ang walang kwentang si Stephen. Ang hayop na iyon, binalikan ko pa naman isang linggo pagkatapos namin magbreak para makaganti ako. Ang p*tangina, tumalbog sa akin ang karma. Sabihin ba naman sa akin isang araw na nasa pad siya ng isa niyang fubu. Gagong yun. Inunahan ba naman ako. Hindi ko na tineks pagkatapos noon. Hindi na rin siya nangungulit.  Malamang, sarap na sarap siya dun sa tanginang fubu niya. Gusto ko siyang murahin dahil hindi ako nakapaghiganti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabagay nga naman, kahit noong "kami" pa, nakikipagsex rin naman ako sa iba eh. Alam kong ginagawa rin niya ang makipagsex sa iba. Malakas ang kutob ko sa mga ganyan kaya hindi niya maikakaila. Sayang. Minsan noong mag-away kami, tinanong ko siya kung bakit hindi niya ako kayang imeet ng personal at makipagseks sa akin. Ang sagot niya: kasi ang mga one night stands niya ay hindi niya kilala. Anong kaibahan noon? Hindi rin naman niya ako kilala! Galit na galit na galit ako noon dahil hindi niya makuha ang point ko na gusto ko nang gawin totoo ang relasyon namin. Galit din ako sa sarili ko dahil alam kong hindi mangyayari iyon at nagpupumilit pa rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap naman talaga makahanap ng taong para sa akin at kung meron man perpektong tao na babagay sa akin, nagkataon na virtual pa. Malas nga naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halos lahat ng lalaki ay wrong people. Kung gusto ko lang ng gwapo at masarap, isang click ko lang sa G4M, mabibigyan ko na sila ng mensahe. Pero kadalasan, ang mga gwapo at masarap ay hindi ako gusto dahil ang gusto nila ay mga gwapo at masarap din katulad nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wala akong basehan ng landian sa personal katulad ng bars at bathhouses dahil hindi ako pumupunta sa mga ganoong lugar.  Lalo na't hindi ako madalas lumabas ng bahay. Kaya kadalasan, internet ang paraan ko para makapagpalabas ng libog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karamihan ng mga matatalino ay maling tao rin dahil kadalasan, may protective shield sila sa kanilang mga sarili. Hindi man sila ganoon kagwapo tulad ng mga peguin ay naiintimidate ako ng kanilang katalinuhan. Nagmumukha akong bobo kapag kasama o kausap ko sila at mahirap silang iplease lalo na't isang maling hirit ko lang ay olats na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga average looking and/or average intelligence naman ay nag-aambisyon ng mga gwapo at masasarap kaya wag na. Ang mga chubs naman ay gusto ang mga chasers. Eh, hindi ako chaser.  Ang mga pangit naman ay pwede na at madali silang hilain kaya lang kadalasan sa kanila ay nagiging clingy dahil minsan lang sila pinapatulan. May mga foreigners na gustung-gusto ako. Pero pukinangina, matatanda na sila at ang kailangan nila ay caregiver at hindi boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nga ba single ako? Dahil ba hindi ako lumalabas ng bahay at wala akong pagkakataon na makisalamuha? Kahit naman lumabas ako ng bahay, wala rin nagbibigay pansin sa akin. Kahit tingin o titig, wala. Hindi kaya dahil pangit ako at hindi maganda ang katawan ko? Ayoko isipin na ganoon na nga dahil kapag tinitingnan ko ang sarili ko sa salamin, alam ko na may mga taong mas pangit pa sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matagal na akong hindi nagkarelasyon pero hindi ko alam sa sarili ko kung kaya ko na nga ang isang seryosong commitment. Willing ako pero wala akong mabibigyan noon dahil karamihan sa kanila ay gusto ko pero hindi nila ako gusto o gusto nila ako pero hindi ko sila gusto. Tapos na rin ako sa mga panahong magboyfriend ako para may maitawag lang akong boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nga ba ako emo ngayon? Hindi ko alam dahil biglaan na lang. Siguro, tigang lang ako. Kapag nailabas ko na ito, marahil balik normal na uli ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535891130274836225-3472084265611959667?l=baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/feeds/3472084265611959667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535891130274836225&amp;postID=3472084265611959667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/3472084265611959667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/3472084265611959667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/2008/06/single.html' title='Single'/><author><name>baklang maangas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330342198422787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d5GxpH9oKTg/SCxHGLYb7eI/AAAAAAAAABE/F7JL8D8ANkw/S220/1204821733-lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535891130274836225.post-4663865723593741939</id><published>2008-05-30T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:03:56.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>To You Who Never Came</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I dreamt of you last night.&lt;br /&gt;You stood out in the crowd like glaring debris that fell over me.&lt;br /&gt;Your fists clenched, ready to cloud them over.&lt;br /&gt;Radiance spelled you.&lt;br /&gt;Like chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Like guilty pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Like pain.&lt;br /&gt;How'd I know you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;You were faceless.&lt;br /&gt;I must have dreamt of you a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;Amidst a million cheering people.&lt;br /&gt;Or beside me on a sunset beach.&lt;br /&gt;Or in times of mourning.&lt;br /&gt;Of longing.&lt;br /&gt;Of looking at my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Let me open my arms to lift you.&lt;br /&gt;A feather, lost.&lt;br /&gt;I conquer you.&lt;br /&gt;Like any faceless aspiration, I must've loved you already.&lt;br /&gt;I searched but you were elusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I waited but you never came.&lt;br /&gt;You must be waiting for some other else.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I haven't dreamt of you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you had a face.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd let me love you.&lt;br /&gt;We'll never meet.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams don't come true.&lt;br /&gt;Some souls don't find their pair.&lt;br /&gt;And when I succumb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535891130274836225-4663865723593741939?l=baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/feeds/4663865723593741939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535891130274836225&amp;postID=4663865723593741939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/4663865723593741939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/4663865723593741939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-you-who-never-came.html' title='To You Who Never Came'/><author><name>baklang maangas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330342198422787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d5GxpH9oKTg/SCxHGLYb7eI/AAAAAAAAABE/F7JL8D8ANkw/S220/1204821733-lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535891130274836225.post-5805537600177954699</id><published>2008-05-28T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:57:29.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Libugan Portion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hindi ko na matandaan kung paano nangyari pero ako at ang close friend kong si Lester had been teasing about sexing up each other for around two months now.  Kung tutuusin, medyo incestuous yung ginagawa namin kasi we've been very close friends since college days namin sa Peyups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pareho kaming shiftees noon when I first saw him sa isang class. I found him cute kasi kamukha niya si Carlo Aquino. Iyon yung mga tipong first-day crush tapos nawawala kasi nagiging familiar ka na sa kanya. All throughout college, we had the same circle of friends and up to now na nagkakaroon na kami ng sari-sariling mga raket ay nagkikita at nagkakausap pa rin kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tawag ko sa kanya ay Colt 45 boy. May isang commercial kasi yung Colt 45 dati tungkol sa isang very innocent looking teenager na pumasok sa isang bar. Basta something like that. Kasi, Lester had this very clean image sa department namin at siya yung mukhang typical good boy na nakakayakap mo ng walang malisya pero I had this feeling na hindi siya yung image niya. Thus, the branding. Basta, ganun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day, nagkausap kami ng puso sa puso and he told me that he'd been sleeping around with women that he meets sa mga chatrooms.  Tama nga ang kutob ko. Later on, he confirmed my initial suspicion about his gay tendencies and Lester said he'd been doing it with men too. Ang lakas talaga ng tama ng intuition ko. Nobody knows that secret except me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be the hormones talking or the cold rainy weather pero one night, bigla na lang namin pinag-usapan ang tungkol sa possibility na magsiseks kaming dalawa. Sabi niya, he doesn't s*uck guys daw and just lets them do the job on him. Yeah, whatever. Siyempre, hindi ako naniwala sa sinabi niya pero suddenly, nagkaroon ako ng urge towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako bottom pero I teased him that I am willing to bottom for him. Sabi niya, hindi pa raw niya natitikman ang magfck ng guy. Whatever uli but I just took his statements with the benefit of a doubt. Naisip ko naman, hindi siya gaanong katangkaran so I thought maliit lang yung karga niya kaya hindi gaanong masakit yun for me, kung sakali ngang ibobottom niya ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time, we met up together with other friends and nung naghug kami, I felt his erection, man.  Erect kung erect, haha. There must have been something there so feeling ko, he'd considering and been thinking about it all along. Lately, pataas ng pataas iyong level ng kalaswaan namin sa isa't isa.  We've been engaging ourselves with dirty talks na. Parang virtual sex or something. Sabi ko, my god, if I'm gonna do it with him for real, ano kaya ang magiging kahihinatnan namin after that. We agreed naman not to feel awkward towards each other just in case pero having that estranged feeling will an inevitable consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andami ko tuloy tanong sa sarili ko: since we've been friends for like almost forever, are we gonna take a higher step such as having our sexual feelings developed into love? Or will we have a relationship after doing it for many times (dahil alam kong gagawin namin iyon ng maraming beses kapag nasimulan na)? Alam ko na he's just exploring his horny nature at hindi malayo ang possibility na ako lang ang nagrarationalize ng mga bagay-bagay na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan, I over-analyze things and commonly, I usually fall into the trap of virtual reality. Masyado akong nadadala sa fantasy kaysa sa kung ano ang nangyayari sa totoong buhay. Ngayon ko lang naisip na we never even talked about it in person! Puro sa YM or sa text lang yung landian. Tang ina. Parang hindi nga nalalayo ang kwentong ito sa kwento ko with Stephen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the meantime, inienjoy ko lang ang mga libugan portions naming dalawa. Kung sinasakyan lang namin ang isa't isa, then so be it. Kung mangyayari ang dapat na mangyari, e di better. Kapag malayong mangyari iyon sa totoong buhay, then I will have to start shaping up my skill of seducing men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535891130274836225-5805537600177954699?l=baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/feeds/5805537600177954699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535891130274836225&amp;postID=5805537600177954699' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/5805537600177954699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/5805537600177954699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/2008/05/libugan-portion.html' title='Libugan Portion'/><author><name>baklang maangas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330342198422787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d5GxpH9oKTg/SCxHGLYb7eI/AAAAAAAAABE/F7JL8D8ANkw/S220/1204821733-lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535891130274836225.post-5935919763528073613</id><published>2008-05-24T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T16:14:29.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Mainstream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pumunta ka sa mga gay hook-up sites tulad ng G4M, Manjam at iba pang site pangkalibugan at makikita mo ang mga larawan ng mga members dun.  Iisa ang hitsura nila.  Gwapo, gymbuff ang katawan, hubad pero putol ang ulo.  Ganito palagi ang posisyon ng mga pictures na ito:  self-taken, nakaharap sa salamin (o di kaya, kuha sa taas sa pamamagitan ng isang kamay), semi-sideview, nakatakip ang camera/camera phone sa mukha para hindi sila makilala, half-naked at nakacap. Tang ina. Very mainstream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Homogenous na silang tingnan, pare-pareho na ng hitsura.  Para silang mga penguins sa "Happy Feet".  Most of them dig into house music, gumigimik sa Embassy, Government at/o Malate, tambay sa mga bathhouses, mahilig magkape sa Starbucks at halos nakatira na sa gym. Ang mga peguins na ito, kapag nagkakasama, ay nag-uusap kung saan sila naggi-gym, gumigimik sa gabi, ano ang brand ng mga suot nila, anong foundation, concealer, lip balm at perfume ang bagong labas sa Bodyshop.  Kung makalaklak sila ng gluta sa mga lalamunan nila ay akala mo inaaspire nilang maging kasing puti ni Michael Jackson.  Kinikilig sila kapag napag-uusapan ang kanilang bagong boytoy o di kaya kung kanino sila nakipaghalikan sa bar noong Sabado.  Ang mga penguins ay pare-pareho ang mga nilalagay sa kanilang mga G4M profiles: no to effems, no to chubs, gymfit to gymfit only, for straight acting, discreet only.  P*tang ina, mga gago pala kayo eh. Very main stream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ang tingin ng mga penguins na ito sa mga sarili nila ay makabagong Narcissus. Olats ka kapag hindi ka in sa fashion trend na siniset nila, kapag hindi ka nagsasalita ng maarte at slang na English. Ang mga penguins ay self-proclaimed grammar police at bobo ka na kapag mali ang nasambit mong English. Kaya mas nakabubuting, huwag na lang tangkain pang mag-English kapag may mga penguins sa paligid, malamang ikaw ang pag-uusapan nila.  Lower being ang tingin nila sa'yo kapag mukha kang parlorista: mahaba at blondie ang buhok, kikendeng-kendeng kung maglakad at malamya kung magsalita. Para sa kanila, hindi na uso ang classic image ng mga bakla dahil ang mga bakla raw ay dapat "bi" na. P**ang ina.  Very  main stream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hindi tao ang tingin nila sa iyo kapag mukha kang mabaho at hindi naliligo. Mas liberal sila pagdating sa sex at kaya nilang tumanggi na makipagsex sa isang ka-eyeball na lower form kung di nila ito type. Kadalasan sa kanila na malalaki ang katawan ay bottom kaya nakakatawa kung idedeconstruct. Gustung-gusto nilang tinatawag nila ang kanilang mga sarili na "bi" kahit 90% sa kanila ay hindi pa nagkagirlfriend o di kaya nagkagusto man lang sa babae. 'Tangina. Napakamainstream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ang mga penguins kadalasan ay drama queens at emo. Ang life span ng relasyon nila ay mula isang araw at suwerte na kung aabot ng hanggang tatlong buwan. Iisa halos ang dahilan ng kanilang paghihiwalay: third party. Either si penguin ay nagsawa na at may sinex na iba o di kaya, ang partner niya ay nakipag-eb at nakipag-one night stand sa iba o di kaya ay gumimik at nagising kinabukasan sa bisig ng iba. Ang masaklap dun, nakipagsex sila sa isang tao na kabilang rin sa sanga-sanga ng circle of friends nila. P*ta, palitan ng partners sa merry-go-round. Very main stream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Higit sa lahat, kini-claim nila na sila ay straight acting. Wala na akong masabi. Very mainstream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535891130274836225-5935919763528073613?l=baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/feeds/5935919763528073613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535891130274836225&amp;postID=5935919763528073613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/5935919763528073613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/5935919763528073613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/2008/05/mainstream.html' title='Mainstream'/><author><name>baklang maangas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330342198422787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d5GxpH9oKTg/SCxHGLYb7eI/AAAAAAAAABE/F7JL8D8ANkw/S220/1204821733-lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535891130274836225.post-304676039356071338</id><published>2008-05-20T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T03:49:28.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Settling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;Currently digging these songs. Emo mode but no tears, p**ang ina. Bakla lang ang umiiyak! Ay, bakla pala ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way Beyond by Morcheeba - Best listened to during midnight kapag hindi na maingay ang mundo habang nakatingin sa ulap. It makes me think how senseless everything can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we're way beyond our means to buy these crazy things... Oh we're wasting our whole lives in the struggle to survive... Oh we're way beyond our means, we love these spending sprees... Oh we're wasting all our time on some production line.&lt;br /&gt;Blackbird by Foo Fighters - Beatles original but I heart Dave Grohl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackbird singing in the dead of night... Take these broken wings and learn to fly... All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise... Black bird singing in the dead of night... Take these sunken eyes and learn to see... All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Make You Love Me by Bonnie Raitt - Death to Nina for reviving this brilliant song! Ang kapal ng mukha mo na gawan ng version ang kantang ito na hindi mo man lang binigyan ng justice! Magretire ka na, p**ang ina ka, wala kang magawa sa buhay mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I cant make you love me if you don't... You cant make your heart feel something it won't... Here in the dark, in these lonely hours... I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power... But you won't, no you won't... cause I cant make you love me, if you don't... Napakasakit ng kantang ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone Again Naturally by Gilbert Sullivan - After every break up na lang, ito ang kinakanta ko sa sarili ko. Coincidentally, ang song na ito ay part ng soundtrack ng "Virgin Suicides" ni Sophia Coppola. It seems to me that there are more hearts broken in the world that can’t be mended Left unattended... What do we do? What do we do? Alone again, naturally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Dancer by Elton John - I also love the Foo Fighters' live version of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh how it feels so real... Lying here with no one near... Only you and you can hear me... When I say softly slowly... Hold me closer tiny dancer... Count the headlights on the highway... Lay me down in sheets of linen... you had a busy day today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate Me by Blue October - And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave... Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made... And like a baby boy I never was a man... Until I saw your blue eyes crying and I held your face in my hand... Hate me today... Hate me tomorrow... Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you... Hate me in ways yeah ways hard to swallow... Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of These Days by Michelle Branch - This may be a sappy song but this just makes me sad. I used to sang this to my (unofficial) third (internet) boyfriend, Miggy. Talagang me parting song pa kami no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't notice that I didn't care... I tried being honest but that lead me nowhere... I watched the station, saw the bus pulling through... And I don't mind saying a part of me left with you... So one of these days, I won't be afraid of staying with you... I hope and I pray... Waiting to find a way back to you cause that's where I'm home&lt;br /&gt;100 Tears Away by Vonda Shepard - Ang hirap isipin na kahit napakalungkot ng kantang ito, optimistic pa rin siya pero hindi ko kayang pagdaanan ang isang daang lungkot para maghintay lang na sumaya ako. Nevertheless, okay na yung umaasa kaysa sa magpaka-nega na lang forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and cry now... Just give in to the madness... The only way to feel your joy is to first feel the sadness... Youre a long way from somewhere you call home yeah... There's a place in your heart youre not alone... All of the happiness you seek... All of the joy for which you pray is closer than you think... Its just 100 tears away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sorta Fairytale by Tori Amos - And i ride along side... And I rode along side you then... And I rode along side till you lost me there in the open road... And i rode along side till the honey spread itself so thin for me to break your bread, for me to take your word, I had to steal it... And I'm so sad like a good book I can't put this day back... A sorta fairytale with you... A sorta fairytale with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535891130274836225-304676039356071338?l=baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/feeds/304676039356071338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535891130274836225&amp;postID=304676039356071338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/304676039356071338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/304676039356071338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/2008/05/settling.html' title='Settling'/><author><name>baklang maangas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330342198422787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d5GxpH9oKTg/SCxHGLYb7eI/AAAAAAAAABE/F7JL8D8ANkw/S220/1204821733-lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535891130274836225.post-6122780015919270374</id><published>2008-05-19T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T03:47:48.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Kapag Umuulan at Nag-iisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Mga practical na gawin kapag maulan at nag-iisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;1. Magjakol ng tatlong magkasunod na beses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;2. Mag-internet.  Kapag nagloloko ang internet, huwag nang bayaran ang bill sa susunod na buwan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;3. Makinig ng mga malulungkot na musika.  Inirerecommend ko ang mga kanta nina Nick Drake, Jeff Buckley at Nirvana.  Pwede rin ang "Gloomy Sunday" ni Billie Holiday pero iwasan ang Sarah Brightman version dahil wala itong kwenta. Mas suicidal ang papakinggan, mas masaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;4. Magluto ng sopas bago isiping magpakamatay upang me laman ang tiyan kung sakali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;5. May option na magjakol uli kung walang balak magpakamatay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;6. Magsulat ng malulungkot na blog entry, poetry o kanta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;7. Maligo sa ulan at bilangin kung ilang patak ang nasalo ng iyong kanang kamay. Ikumpara ang bilang sa mga nasalo ng kaliwang kamay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;8. Mag-isip ng malalim, bumuntunghininga at umebak. Pagnilay-nilayan kung bakit mas gusto mo ang panahon ng tag-ulan kaysa sa panahon ng tag-init.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;9. Magpadeliver ng halo-halo sa Chowking at wag itong ideclare itong wrong order. Pagkatapos ay hanapin ang sarili habang nagluluto ng lugaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;10. Umuulan ng malakas ngayon pero hindi ko ginawa ang kahit isa man lang sa mga sinabi ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535891130274836225-6122780015919270374?l=baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/feeds/6122780015919270374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535891130274836225&amp;postID=6122780015919270374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/6122780015919270374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/6122780015919270374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/2008/05/kapag-umuulan-at-nag-iisa.html' title='Kapag Umuulan at Nag-iisa'/><author><name>baklang maangas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330342198422787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d5GxpH9oKTg/SCxHGLYb7eI/AAAAAAAAABE/F7JL8D8ANkw/S220/1204821733-lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535891130274836225.post-7871223386677689541</id><published>2008-05-18T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T03:54:33.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Matagal ko na narealize that I am meant to be alone. Wala akong kayang ibrag na listahan ng maraming relasyon or the least, kahit konti basta maayos na relasyon. Hindi ako ang tipong sineseryoso ng lalake but more often than not, I always try to convince myself that I'm otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very pathetic ang mga kwentong pag-ibig ng buhay ko. Men normally don't find me attractive at hindi ko alam what's wrong with me. Alam ko (or should I say, the way they make me feel), I'm not the type na grand looking who men go gaga over. Iyong tipong they take a second look at me or that they'll ask me for a date or one who is on top of their must-be-introduced-to-him list. I don't stand out in a crowd for being ugly either. I don't exactly know where I stand in the aesthetics section. Kumbaga pa sa isda, nagsara na ang palengke at nabilasa na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, my self-confidence lies on how marketable I am. Kapag nagbeblend lang ako kasama ang libong mga tao sa loob ng MRT, walang makakapansin sa akin. In that case, sub zero ako. Tang ina talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganito lang naman ako kapathetic: naging kami ng una ko na boyfriend dahil siya ang kauna-unahang tao na nagsabi sa akin that he likes me. We initially met sa internet, nagmeet-up at nagsex. Desperate to have a someone to call a boyfriend, right after we had sex, naging kami na kahit hindi siya gwapo. Hindi siya trophy boyfriend pero di rin kami nagtagal. Two years after, sa second boyfriend ko, ganoon din. Kami na after having sex. Di kami nagtagal dahil nahuli ko na may nilalandi siya na iba. Ang p*ta, akala niya gwapo siya para itwo-time ako. Gago siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third ko, boyfriend ko sa internet for more than a year. Ganoon ako kadesperado. Kahit sino na lang basta kayang iaunthenticate ang self-esteem ko, papatulan ko na. Di rin kami nagtagal pero since hindi kami nagkita, hindi siya kasama sa listahan ng mga official boyfriends ko. After a year, nagkaroon ako ng boyfriend in real life pero three months lang ang itinagal namin. Hindi rin siya gwapo. Naging boyfriend ko rin siya kasi the sex was good. Second virtual boyfriend ko, eto nga, si Stephen at dahil we just broke up, I'm practically alone now. Ironically, I do miss him. Hayop siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of my life, mag-isa ako and to top it all, I'm in such mess. I don't know how many people feel bad about themselves if they're in my shoes but sh*t, I would like to think na hindi ako ganoon kapangit to end up with men I don't really like. What's wrong with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535891130274836225-7871223386677689541?l=baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/feeds/7871223386677689541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535891130274836225&amp;postID=7871223386677689541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/7871223386677689541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/7871223386677689541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/2008/05/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>baklang maangas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330342198422787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d5GxpH9oKTg/SCxHGLYb7eI/AAAAAAAAABE/F7JL8D8ANkw/S220/1204821733-lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535891130274836225.post-2824130841076079775</id><published>2008-05-16T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T03:45:51.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Invisible Man</title><content type='html'>Meron akong virtual boyfriend, si Stephen. Ibig sabihin, boyfriend ko siya sa text at never pa kami nagkikita. More than one year na kami na parang mga tanga at ang puta, mukhang wala yatang balak na imeet ako ng personal para gawing totoo ang relasyon namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una kaming nagkaencounter sa G4M, nagpadala siya ng message sa akin. Matagal na akong naglalaway sa kanya noon pero alam kong hanggang tingin na lang ang kaya kong gawin sa profile niya. Kaya laking gulantang ko noong nagmessage siya sa akin isang araw. Siya (o ang mga pictures na front niya) ay ang typical na "bi" na vain, maarte, gimikero, pasosy at promiscuous. Naglandian kami, nagbigayan ng numero at pinatulan ko rin ang trip niya: naging kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katulad ng mga normal na relasyon, nagpapadala rin kami ng mga sweet nothings sa isa't isa tulad ng ""kumain na ba ang baby ko?", "i love you asawa ko", "wat gawa u" at "nakahiga lang me".  Nagseselos din kami sa isa't isa, nagdedemand ng oras, nagtatanong kung sino ang mga kasama at nagbabawal.  Halos kilala ko na ang lahat ng mga barkada niya, ganun din siya sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit pala sa ganoong set-up, makikilala mo rin pala ang isang tao.  Iyon nga lang, maraming duda sa utak ko sa totoo niyang pagkatao, kung siya nga ba iyong nasa pictures sa profile na iyon o ibang tao.  Kaya sfor a certain period of time, sinasakyan ko ang laro niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating ang oras na putang ina, namimiss ko na pala siya.  Hindi ako mapakali kung hindi siya nagtetext.  At ang "i love you asawa ko" ay may kahulugan at malisya na.  Ayaw kong isipin na totoo nga ang mga sinasabi niya dahil pareho lang naman kaming naglolokohan.  Kahit anong pilit ang gawin ko sa kanya, nananatili ang paninindigan niya na hindi niya kayang gawing totoo ang relasyon namin.  Ayaw niya akong kitain.  Marami siyang dahilan kung bakit pero siyempre, hindi ko pinaniwalaan kahit isang beses ang mga sinasabi niya.  Hindi ko alam kung anu-ano ang mga tinatago niya pero marami iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko siya pipiliting makipagkita sa akin kung balewala siya sa buhay ko pero dahil napakatanga ko na mainlove sa isang taong hindi ko pa nakita o nakasama o narinig ang boses man lang, aba, puta, gago nga ako.  Isang malaking factor ang ilusyon na nabuo sa utak ko na siya nga ang taong nasa picture at ang pangarap na ang isang pangit na tulad ko ay magugustuhan ng adonis na tulad niya.  Isa rin akong malaking ilusyonada di ba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibang-iba kasi ang dynamics ng isang virtual relationship.  Magagawa mo ang lahat ng gusto mong gawin na walang pressure (nakikipagsex pa nga ako sa iba eh!) pero kapag nangangailangan ka ng lambing, may matetext ka para mahingian o mabigyan nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puta, nainlove lang siguro ako sa thought na may nagmamahal sa akin na gwapo (base sa mga pictures) pero ang nakakatawa at nakakadiri dun, eh kung ang akala mong gwapong virtual boyfriend mo ay kakilala mo pa na pinagtitripan ka lang at pinagtatawanan sa likod mo tapos sa araw-araw na nagkikita kayo, eh siya na pala iyong katext mo.  P*tang ina, nakakahiya iyon.  Kaya bago pa ako magmukhang tanga, tinigil ko na ang virtual relationship namin. After more than a year, imagine.  Ang kaso nga lang, namimiss ko na siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa iyo Stephen, eto lang ang masasabi ko sa iyo:  p**ang ina mo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535891130274836225-2824130841076079775?l=baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/feeds/2824130841076079775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535891130274836225&amp;postID=2824130841076079775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/2824130841076079775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/2824130841076079775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/2008/05/meron-akong-virtual-boyfriend-si.html' title='Invisible Man'/><author><name>baklang maangas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330342198422787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d5GxpH9oKTg/SCxHGLYb7eI/AAAAAAAAABE/F7JL8D8ANkw/S220/1204821733-lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535891130274836225.post-4862051713524731729</id><published>2008-05-15T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T03:39:44.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Unang Sabak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Hindi ko na matandaan kung nagkaroon nga ba ako ng alter ego sa labindalawa't tatlong taong pag-aangas ko sa mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung tutuusin, madali lang magtago sa ibang katauhan kung trip lang eh.  Gumawa ka lang ng isang account sa mga gay hook-up sites katulad ng G4M, Manjam, Dudesnude o iba pang mga putang inang site na pangkalibugan.  Tapos magnakaw ka ng larawan ng ibang tao sa internet.  Mas mukhang gym fit, mas nakakalibog tingnan.  Likas sa bakla ang maglaway sa mga lalakeng malaki ang katawan kaya kapag masarap pagpantasyahan ang larawan mo, mas nakakaengganyo ka, mas nakakadenggoy at mas pambihira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos, tawagin mo ang sarili mo ng kahit isa sa mga ito: Buffboy, Gymfit4Gymfit, Hothunk, Hottieazn, Cutehunk.  Maglagay ka na rin ng "No to Effems and Chubs" sa profile mo para mas lalong may validation ng iyong pagiging "discreet bi".  Kunwari, hindi alam ng pamilya mo, ng mga kaibigan, kaopisina o kaklase pero kapag nasa Malate naman ay mas masahol pa sa mga baklang squatter kung magtitili. Ayan, sa limang minuto or mas mabilis pa riyan, may nabuo ka nang alter ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karamihan ng mga may alter ego ay duwag.  May mga tinatago silang sikreto o mga bagay na gusto nila para sa kanilang mga sarili pero nahihirapan silang bigyang katotohanan.  Hindi ko alam kung ang mga gumagawa ng alter ego ay may schizophrenia pero nais kong isipin na wala dahil kung meron man ay malamang hindi na natin titingalain ang mga superhero na katulad nina Batman, Wonder Woman at Superman.  Bakit nga pala karamihan ng mga bakla gustong maging si Wonder Woman noong mga bata pa sila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako discreet bi.  Hindi rin ako si John Lapuz.  Mas lalong hindi ako superhero pero gusto kong maging si Wonder Woman noong bata pa.  Simpleng bakla lang ako na gustong ipagsigawan ang kanyang mga angas, galit, saya, lumbay at libog sa likod ng isang katauhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako si Nathan at ito ang aking kauna-unahang alter ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535891130274836225-4862051713524731729?l=baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/feeds/4862051713524731729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2535891130274836225&amp;postID=4862051713524731729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/4862051713524731729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535891130274836225/posts/default/4862051713524731729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklangmaangas2.blogspot.com/2008/05/unang-sabak.html' title='Unang Sabak'/><author><name>baklang maangas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06330342198422787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d5GxpH9oKTg/SCxHGLYb7eI/AAAAAAAAABE/F7JL8D8ANkw/S220/1204821733-lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
