Humiliation beats Pain

I am proud to say I was the first one to baptize the stairs.

The first to kiss her ass on the stairs... well, the last 4 steps. The humiliation overshadowed the pain as I laid limp and my arms and legs carelessly flung about. My hands were over my head and my toes were painfully curled from the pain in my butt and back.

I was on my way down the stairs to eat lunch. My vision was set on the living room and TV and suddenly, all I saw was our white ceiling. I shortly wondered why my vision was like that, until I felt pain flare up my backside. I vaguely heard the thudding of my body against the wooden steps. I've also asked myself when I'll stop falling down the stairs. And when I did stop, it felt weird. I couldn't move my body so I can get up, brush off the humiliation and pain with a laugh and eat lunch.

My dad was there to witness EVERYTHING... he and mom rushed to my side and gently cradled me, gently asking which part of my body was painful. I vaguely saw my brother looking at me. It was embarrassing, being seen like that. But I couldn't laugh at my stupidity and sheer luck. I couldn't breathe coz the pain in my butt was flaring wildly... I used to remember the good 'ol days when I used to punch my sister's butt and she'd react like a man starving for air. I'd snicker and snort loudly whenever she told me she couldn't breathe as I punched her butt.

Now, I have cold and wet ice on my butt...


Kars is feeling: <-- embarrassed and humiliated

Dying in Shame

I wanted to die of shame yesterday! The gist of it was that I had thought the money was for me... spent it... and then realizing the money was not for me...

I'm in debt! I'm destitute! I'm broke!

And I can't wait till the next paycheck! May 10 seems so far away....


Karen is feeling: <-- depressed and anxious

Weekend of Debaucheries

Something sinful to think about...

We had a guest priest for our 6pm mass last Sunday. He was from Las Pinas and he brought his altar server with him. He was cute... could be in his late teens or early twenties.

At the very back of my mind, I was thinking that he may be just an altar server and nothing more... until Communion...

He started giving out hosts... like a priest...

I wanted to faint! If he were to choose between God and me, it's obvious who he would choose, ne?

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Last Saturday, I had an immersion with Rich and Kathy at the dark side of Malate. After a nostalgic dinner at Sweet Inspirations in Katipunan, we started on our roadtrip to Malate.

The 3 goddesses, drinking that traitorous drink at Cafe Havana

Yours truly. ^_^ Still needs dieting and exercise

To make the story short, we were treated to a night of men wearing ridiculously short, sheer and tiny shorts, skimpy denims and what not... dancing and being oggled by other men. ^_^

Rich made me touch one of the guy's tush, allowing myself this indulgence, screaming and squealing as we danced the night away. It felt liberating, dancing on top of the stage, uncaring if someone would harass me... it is a gay bar after all! Nobody would even give me a 2nd glance!

We went to shops and stared at gay films...some of them were critically acclaimed or porn~ish (ok fine, there were some hardcore flicks), mardi gras outfits, even toys!

Rich made us touch one toy, which was surprisingly soft... and real (according to the guy at the shop!). He even made it vibrate and made us touch it while the.... speed... increased.

It felt weird, that was it.

Oh, and Kathy fell in love with the gay co-owner of the bar we went to... so sad.. he seemed like the perfect guy to present to one's parents.

Life is short to waste on what-ifs and what nots. At this time and age, di na uso ang nene! Enjoy! Splurge! Have fun and live a life full of wisdom based on experience!

To Rich and Kathy: Please don't forget the vow you made for me! ^__^ aasahan ko suporta ninyo! hahahaa!

Karen is feeling: <--wicked!!!