The Fag is a Whore in the Making

God, it has been a rainy week. I was in heaven.

I'm so hooked on www.youtube.com. I'm watching "back" episodes of America's Next Top Model. I've just started on cycle 5 and I have yet to see cycle 4 in fact. With my limited financial resources, my priorities are screwed up that I would rather spend hours in the internet cafe watching ANTM on youtube than eating.

Anyway, thanks to bryanboy, I'm just so THINspired these days. So I don't mind not eating at all.

And I have enough reason not to eat. I'm supposed to be depressed in account of my "in-between-jobs-status".

I'm still a pretty unemployed biatch.

I just wish I could get a job by giving BJs. This large mouth of mine needs to be put into some fund-raising activities anyway.

It has always been my fantasy to have a living on giving sexual favors. Preferably to somebody who would make a kept-fag. I would be perched in the top floor (is that called a penthouse?) of a condominium complex and everday I'd just wait for my benefactor to come into the door. I'd be on my knees and my full, moist lips would be ready to take him all in. I'd give him the BJ that would end all BJs. The BJ of his life.

In exchange, I can use his credit card without any limit.

Hay, I should start printing my poster na. And it should look like this.

The Emancipation of Fiji

Fiji, officially the Republic of the Fiji Islands, is an island nation in the South Pacific Ocean, east of Vanuatu, west of Tonga and south of Tuvalu. The country occupies an archipelago of about 322 islands, of which 106 are permanently inhabited; in addition, there are some 522 islets. The two major islands, Viti Levu and Vanua Levu, account for some 87% of the total population. The name Fiji is the old Tongan word for the islands, which is in turn derived from the Fijian name Viti.

It's 3 a.m.

I just came from the office. My last day as an employee there. I surendered my headset, ID, access card, insurance card. Emptied my locker as well.

I did not bother to say goodbye to my former teammates and my friends. I simply did not want to make any fuss.

Fiji is over. Emancipated.

When we were asked for our phone names, I listed about 20 names, mostly that of my male friends and uncles. My first month at the floor my name was Tom (which workforce selected from among the list I made), which is the name of my friend in Davao.

With the pretty voice *wink* that I have, it always confused callers that someone who sounds female on the other end of the phone bears the name Tom. Frequently, they assume that my name is Pam. There are times though when I need to explain that I am a HE, which takes so much time and totally unecessary to begin with.

So I decided to get my self a more neutral name. Working in a travel account, I figured it would be better if my name is something geographical. My first choice for my new name is Sydney and Venice. From my four proposed names though, only Java and Fiji were available (our names should be unique among all other agents of the account).

Thus the birth of Fiji.

Callers were amused most of the time. The amusement factor was more resounding however among the people in the account (or my co-agents). In no time, people were calling me Fiji. And somehow I was pleased as well when my alter-ego became more prominent.

I was Fiji the Fag, a monicker of my own making. Short of a fantasy.

And so now I set Fiji free on account of my demise from the company.

I would take this opportunity to thank the people who made this Fiji experience a totally wonderful one.

> To Jules. Gurl you know how you mean to me. You are such an amazing treasure found.

> To my teammates in Tone's team. Go go go!

> To my batchmates in E105-A. Keep the birds rocking despite our dwindling numbers.

> To my trainers Nikki and Aubrey. I so admire your dedication.

> To Tone. Keep it pouting girl!

> To Yoan, my last sup. You have been most kind and sweet.

> To Philline. God, you were such a blessing during my first days on the floor.

> To Princess (Jules, here we go. Sorry!)... I had fun stealing glances at you.

> To all the sups who helped me when I was grappling with the account. Whew! Thanks for the patience.

> To the company. Thanks for the chance. I have nothing but an amazing experience working there.

I love you all bitches! See you around!

Bow.

The Fag is Unemployed

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After the Storm

God, I was so disappointed to wake up this morning not hearing rain lashing my window. For the past three days I woke up with pleasure listening to the howling wind and fierce rain that practically submerged the metro. For a time there I thought Manila Bay is going to swallow the city to its depth. Not that it's a bad idea actually.

I love cold weather, gloomy more than anything else and when I woke up today realizing that the sun has come out (feeling Annie ang pootah!) I could only wish for another storm to hit Manila. And I want it now! For the meantime, I washed a few pieces of clothing to be dried under UV rays and opened the door to let the sunshine in. Ugh!

Baguio In My Mind

As mentioned in the previous post, I made a short trip to Tarlac and Baguio last week. It was a pretty brisk trip but I had loads and loads of fun nonetheless, especially with the great company lead by Daisy.

Right after my shift last Thursday morning, I rushed home to pack my stuff for the trip, making sure that I had my cam, a jacket, and lip balm with me. I couldn't have survived the trip without these. A short ride took me to the Victory Liner station where I met Daisy, her daughter Kim, and July.

A few hours later we were in Tarlac where I had the pleasure of meeting Daisy's family. It was fun meeting Russell finally coz Daisy had been telling me about her for the longest time. And I was still groggy from lack of sleep when we were sitting around that table having chitchat so I can hardly remember what I was talking about or if I even spoke at all. Too bad she had to leave for Iloilo the next day so I never had the chance to recover from my lackluster "performance" (may ganong factor?).

Early the next day we caught a bus to Baguio, which is a short 3-hour ride away from Tarlac. I dozed off in the bus but was lucky enough to wake up just when we were nearing the city. I had a good view of the mountains and the plains stretching just at its base.

Baguio was disappointingly crowded for my taste. Urbanization has indeed crept all over the mountains that you could see one side of a mountain completely covered by houses. I hardly remember the urbanization rate in Baguio when I first went there some twenty years ago, but I'm sure it was not as crowded as now. Fumes from too many cars hung in the air, which is an anticlimax to the cool breeze that I hoped I would somehow enjoy. But I'm talking about the center of the city.

The "tourists" that we are, we immediately escaped to Mines View Park and the vicinity where the essence of what Baguio is all about seems still preserved - pines, horses, breathtaking views and all. I could not help shrieking with delight when we reached Mines View Park. And oh, I so loved the wooden cocks perched on ashtrays (but I did not have the temerity to buy one).

I was also so amazed by SM Baguio. Great view of the city, stupendous design, lovely people!

The Baguio central market was a delight. I love, love, love the pasalubong area. And fruits and vegetables galore! And the knitwear... oh, the knitwear... yum yum yum. I had to drag the entire group to the second floor of the large market to buy a turtle neck sweater. I swear that sweater was worth all the trouble. I also purchased a green scarf, perfect for the cold office.

Dinner, at this lovely restaurant far from the city center, was courtesy of Ryan. Merci!

Thanks to Ging (the "lagu", which means pretty in Kapampangan) who welcomed us to their house with a great view. I was disappointed not to see the Red Lady though. Hehehe.

The next day I made a quick cold shower (sans any hot water), which until now I'm suffering from *sniff*. A few hours later we had a quick stop at the Pink Sisters' Convent and back to Manila we were.

Thanks to the generous Daisy for making that trip memorable.

Campiness on the Loose: Baguio Edition

Last week I spent a couple of days in Baguio, with a stopover in Tarlac. Above are a few photos of the trip.

I'd probably write a few details of the trip in a few days.

But for now, hope these pictures say a great deal of the fun I had during that trip (large cocks as ahstrays and all!).