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THESE MANY MEN
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Apr 21, 2012 7:07 pm
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I once had a love
We made a deal to marry
But he couldn’t make it
Not even single to tarry.
I had this love again
He signed a contract
With me it was just fine
I signed even in abstract.
Again I found another love
His wife he couldn’t handle
I happened to feel the same
Bad! we had the wrong timing.
Another love came passing by
One who's without commitment
I feel a louse to even stay
He's without good contentment.
Sometime after another love
In a faraway land found me
He was just lonely and blue
With him I have nothing to do.
You think I stopped to find
This love that was sublime
He got hooked with me too much
Couldn’t say we’re a good match.
Had found this one guy my race
he grew up somewhere stately
He loved me truly like a prize
Wasn’t even a certified divorcee.
Tried to test something new
A love that is blind so true
But I couldn’t thought I would
A fake and very much this humbug.
To the land of the lions I went
Love swept me sans portent
The meeting was a fumble
With him I will not gamble.
Another one said I will pay
For you to come my way
Monies with me are nothing
Chose the first woman in offing.
Now this is the better so far
Many years with me no spar
This is one bet to trundle
A womanizer tugged in a bundle
Last but who am betting as best
Promises seem my heart's crest
Am waiting again as patiently
Or he can rot be another phony.
copyright "fantasiamore" 22/04/2012
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Laughter - Filipino Style
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Apr 21, 2012 5:56 pm
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Can't help but share these jokes. It may take awhile before it can get posted, as FFF will need to review the Tagalog for censorship purposes, but I am hoping you will get to read them, before they get obscured by newer blogs getting posted ahead. Enjoy the good laughs, folks! I have done the translation for the men, who don't understand Tagalog.
Ale: Doc, meron po akong brownish discharge. (Doc, I have this brownish discharge. I could have been infected)
Parang na- infect.
Duktor: Gaano kadalas ka mag-sex? (How often do you have s3x?)
Ale: Once a year po. (Once a year, doc)
Duktor: Ahh, hindi yan infection, KALAWANG YAN!! (Ohh, that's not infection, THAT IS RUST)
*****
CENSUS officer: Mrs, ilan bang anak nyo? (Mrs, how many children do you have)
MRS: 14 po. (I have 14)
CENSUS: Ang dami naman! Di ba kayo gumagamit ng pills, condom, withdrawal o rhythm? (That's many! Aren't you using pills, condom, withdrawal of rhythm?)
MRS: Hindi po, kwan lang po ng mister ko talaga! Nope! I only use my husband's tool!)
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Loi: "Love, may mga friends ako na nagpa-enhance ng boobs. Okey lang ba sayo kung magpadagdag din ako ? (Love, I have friends who have had their breast enhancement, is it okay if i undergo the same?)
Erap: "Ewan ko, parang hindi yata bagay sa'yo ang magkaroon ng
ang tatlong suso!!!" (I don't know but I don't think having a third breast will fit you!!)
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Mental patient is singing while lying in his
hospital bed. After a song, he turns face down to sing again.
NURSE: Bakit ka bumaliktad? (Why did you roll over?)
PATIENT: Side B na kasi eh. (It's because Side B is now playing)
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WIFE: Doc, bakit lumalabas ang mga ugat sa bird ng mister ko? (Doc, why are the veins of my husband so apparent in his c^ck)
DOC: Varicose veins yon! (That's varicose vein!)
WIFE: Anong cause nun? (What causes it?)
DOC: Pareho din sa legs mo....pag laging nakatayo!!! (It is caused like how your feet can get them, for always standing!!!)
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Guro: Ano dapat gawin pag may lindol? (What should I do if there is an earthquake?)
Boy: Buksan po ang ilaw! (We should open the light!)
Guro: Bakit? (Why?)
Boy: Kasi po sa bahay kubo namin, madalas lumindol kapag gabi, pero pag-switch ko po ng ilaw, biglang tumitigil!!! (Because when we experience earhthquakes in our little nipa hut home, I switch on the lights and the earthquake stops!!!)
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BADING na may binili sa MERCURY Drug Store............(A GAY was buying something from Mercury Drug Store)
Bading: Miss, may XXL ba kayo na condom? (Miss do you have size XXL condom?
Miss: Meron po, bibili ba kayo? (Yes, we have are you buying?)
Bading: Hindi, aabangan ko ang bibili nyan! (Nope! Will just wait for the man buying that!)
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A woman to another: How do you make your husband punctual in coming home from work ?
Second woman: Simple........ I tell him sex will start at exactly 9 pm, with or without him!!!
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IN LOVE'S WEB
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Apr 21, 2012 3:40 pm
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This is my reply to luv_a_fair's blog, The Rendezvous... just wanted said blog highlighted by this verse... 
IN LOVE’S WEB
Emotions build up desires over-flowing
What is nurtured unleashed for nourishing
This rendezvous made a silhouette in reality
I subject my pleasures in your captivity.
I need relief from this hot burning flash
Let you touch and hold me unabashed
We have waited patiently in quintessence
It can’t be this much only a bare essence.
Slowly your body glides and within moments
I am overwhelmed solidified in my torments
Dreams have witnessed copiously my agony
Recoils got concealed in a tempered audacity.
I hold your destiny in the palm of my hands
Savored full in the labyrinth of my glands
Forever your heart, soul, body with mine
In our nestling bed this one amorous scene.
This treacherous road I have to travel
Some entanglement of love I must unravel
I am with you forever in forsaken want
My torture your lament both as adamant.
copyright "fantasiamore" 22/04/2012
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WITH MY USTHS '68 BATCHMATES
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Apr 21, 2012 2:35 am
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Yesterday, I attended a birthday party of a former high school batchmate. It was good to reconnect again among my former high schoolmates, after 44 years. Most have turned 60 years old and to see each other again during our senior years, one can't help but feel the exhilaration. After we all finally made it with our struggles from school to retirement ages, we find ourselves now just enjoying the rest of our lives. Some may have passed away, while most have lived abroad. But, each time one comes back to visit Motherland, there is always this occasion to find them being welcomed home. This is in addition to the annual reunion that our batch have in USA, held at different states and hosted by the batchmate residents of these areas. This year we will have it in Chicago. For the past two years, we've had it in Las Vegas and New York. I could just wish and hope, I could join any of these reunions being held abroad.
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Good at Hundred and Four!
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Apr 20, 2012 1:18 am
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I never realized how tough a job it is being a caregiver. Sometimes am of the thoughts that it could all be simpler and easier, if the patient or person who you are taking care of is bedridden or immobile, then you don't have to grapple with resistance or play a tug-of-war, doing the things that you need to perform for the person. But, also it could be very unbearable, with such a heavy heart and depressing compassion, having to see if this someone could be very sick, suffering much and terminally ill.
My dad is turning 104 years old next month. He still can sit down everything in him still mobile, except that he needs help having to move his feet and torso or having to sitdown on his bed and on any chair. However, no standing up is now possble for him. Often, he spits out his phlegm and I am always on the run catching this with a small pail of container otherwise everything around him, his bed, pillows and all linens get to be changed on the hour. He is very good and tamed wearing his adult diaper, the only problem is he removes them when his pair of hands has nothing to do, which is more often every hour, that he could be awake. Aside from that, he has the habit of tinkering his excretes, which is the most abhorrent play he could do and which pisses me as much because everything gets to be messy and unhygienic for himself and his beddings.
He drinks no maintenance medicine, supported only by his daily intake of a cup of Sustangen Milk each morning and this soft diet that he eats twice a day. He loves to eat Hansel biscuits everyday for his snack. Each morning his daily routine includes a warm and complete body sponge bath, mouth wash and shaving. He loves saying "thank you very much!" after he can be laid down back again, in clean clothes and linens.
He can get funny in that whenever I go wash his genitals, he would go blurting, "that's dangerous!" to convey, that I shouldn't be touching it. When he can get his ears cleaned, he'd also go quipping "good riddance!" to probably mean, he felt that earwax were rid from it. One time we had him exposed under the early morning sun. He must have felt the intense morning heat for the first time, since he has always been cooped up inside his room in the other house, that he suddenly shouted, "fire! fire!"
After brushing and gargling with mouthwash, although he would sometimes swallow or drink the water with mouthwash, he'd go saying, "goooooooooood!" It's maybe because he felt refreshed and cleaned up. Often he'd clap his hands to mimic that he was getting rid of grime and dirt from them.
I still sense that my Dad is good for 10 years more, as he can really be strong and sharp, whenever you could talk to him. He follows instructions. He can really talk non-stop for 24 hours, when he can get hyperactive, which happens every other day, for a fact.
I know it is a very difficult job taking care of him, but I love the idea that he could be back with me and I could talk to him, inspite of his non-coherence in the talks that we are having. Although he finds it now hard to recognize me, he has this habit of fondling my hands and getting my palm to rest his face on it, as if to convey, "thank you for bringing me back to my real family."
I love my Dad very much and I hope he still lives more years with me. I pray too that I can be as healthy to care of him.
NOTE: the picture taken above was when he was 101 years old
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Ode to Summer
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Apr 19, 2012 1:47 am
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let summer come
see the hotsy sun
quenching arid lands
mirage in distant sands.
rays keep scorching
skin as leather tanning
reeds run in wild bask
a mountain's shrouded mask.
mounds in flower patch
colors of greenery thatch
breeze whispered decadence
sunlight her magnificence.
coyright "fantasiamore" 20/04/08
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It's A (H)Airy Day!
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Apr 19, 2012 1:16 am
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A break from the usual, it's joke time, folks!
Warning: This not a profanity for the folks from Pampanga, Philippines, but we all know how they can add the letter "h" to words starting with any vowels, such that apple can become "happle," when they pronounce it...
A visiting Kapampangan kababayan (countrymate) was in New York City and it was a particularly windy day. He was standing by a bus stop when the wind blew and raised the skirt of a nice American lady standing near him.
He smiled at her (wanting to make conversation) and said, "It's hairy, isn't it?" (What he meant to say was that it was "airy" - mahangin or windy)
The American lady got mad and hit him with her umbrella and said, "Well, what did you expect - FEATHERS?!?!?!?!??!"
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SO IT'S YOU
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Apr 15, 2012 12:09 am
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i love this song not only for the lyrics but for the song's tune, tempo and melody...it's my favorite song for now!
We smiled and that's how it all started,
And you came right in time
When I needed someone
And we said hello,
Suddenly my heart was beating fast.
CHORUS:
So it's you I've been waiting for so long,
So it's you, where were you all along?
Very special moments, these will always be with me,
We are here, you and I, we belong.
We touched and we felt more beautiful,
And two hands reachin' out
Filled with so much longing;
It felt good inside,
There is no denying I'm in love.
CHORUS:
So it's you I've been waiting for so long,
So it's you, where were you all along?
Very special moments, these will always be with me,
We are here, you and I, we belong
So it's you I've been waiting for so long,
So it's you, where were you all along?
Very special moments, these will always be with me,
We are here, you and I, we belong
We are here, you and I, we belong
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UNDYING LOVE - A DOZEN ROSES
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Apr 14, 2012 11:52 pm
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For those who have not read this and even for those of you have had it read, I know you would love reading through this, one again and again...(yes, it's not even valentine's day, but i feel so much for this love they have)
Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
Every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, “Be my Valentine.” like all the years before.
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say.
“I love you even more this year, than last year. On this day,
My love for you will always grow, with every passing year.”
She knew that this was the last time that the roses would appear.
She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.
She trimmed the stems and placed them in a very special vase.
Then set the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband’s favorite chair,
While staring at his picture and the roses sitting there.
A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then the very hour, as on Valentine’s before,
The doorbell rang and there were roses, sitting by her door.
She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then went to get the telephone, to call the flower shop.
The owner answered, and she asked him, if he could explain,
Why would someone do this to her, causing her so much pain?
“I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,” the owner said,
“I know you’d call, and you would want to know,
The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance.
Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing for chance.”
“There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance, you’ll get them every year.
There is also another thing, that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card, he did this years ago,
Then, should I ever find out that he is no longer here,
That’s the card that should be sent to you the following year.”
She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard,
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.
Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote…
“Hello my love, I know it’s been a year since I’ve been gone.
I hope it hasn’t been to hard for you to overcome.
I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way around, I know how would I feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife.”
“You were my friend, and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it’s only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.”
“When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still.”
“Please, try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year and they will only stop,
when your door’s not answered, when the florist stops to knock.”
“He will come five times that day, just in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place, where I have instructed him,
And place the roses, where we are, together once again…”
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Act 2 - Two Spoons Alongside*
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Apr 13, 2012 10:18 pm
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it’s got to be half-lassie style if you know that
said always great for finding the G-enerosity spot
starting with a kiss at one’s nape and shoulders
these tickles to bring make one barely shudder.
he presses close to find comfort building his yield
you're manipulated with style in this magnetic field
when he gives you manual stimulation he gets hard
ready for a pounce he could be singing like a bard.
working with your back to his front you just lay back
while he gets it busy to fix you up like a crated pack
then he lunges as he feels you’re constricting as bad
comes vying for draw what a good sense he must have.
it’s the ultimate carnal challenge you could have next
only difference there's no piggyback ride for some vex
he stands upright you spread your wings to accept him
the stronger he pounds the deeper the big pole swims.
more shallow grinding reaching areas often untouched
this angle allows your inner sanctum explored as much
then a promise of lusty sensations send you quivering
hastening what’s had at first yet another beginning.
copyright "fantasiamore' 14/04/2012
* they won't approve my picture so i used two actual spoons alongside...lol
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