I like contributing stories to newspapers, but of course those articles are often on the wholesome side of things. Sometimes I wish I can write for magazines. I'll have a column that would focus on my adventures and experiments.
However, I'll be writing using my "screen name" because I still have my ordinary job in a company whose owners are very religious. Well, I won't mind resigning if I get a good paycheck just by doing the things I really like...
I'd be more willing to try products, techniques and whatsoever. I just want to write things down and I want people to read.
So there, in case you want to hire me, just leave a message. Ok? Help me and help the economy.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
After eating lunch we went straight to their house to watch TV...
I was wearing a purple shirt and wearing bikini undies. I remember that day.
Since I had too much to drink during lunch I kept on going to the bathroom. He was following me and checking if someone's around the house. There was no one. He pulled my into his room. He pushed me towards a reading table and cornered me there. The windows were open and the curtains were flying freely because of the breeze.
Bob pulled my pants down and put his hands between my thighs. He told me to "just stand there and relax." For some reason I didn't stop him. It felt nice- warm, soft, smooth. I was practically standing right there while he continued with his hands. He was also kissing and licking my ears. I fet my hair raised.
I was wearing a purple shirt and wearing bikini undies. I remember that day.
Since I had too much to drink during lunch I kept on going to the bathroom. He was following me and checking if someone's around the house. There was no one. He pulled my into his room. He pushed me towards a reading table and cornered me there. The windows were open and the curtains were flying freely because of the breeze.
Bob pulled my pants down and put his hands between my thighs. He told me to "just stand there and relax." For some reason I didn't stop him. It felt nice- warm, soft, smooth. I was practically standing right there while he continued with his hands. He was also kissing and licking my ears. I fet my hair raised.
Rainy Holiday
It was a holiday and it was raining all day. The bed weather simply made me lazy. I don't usually get out of the house on rainy afternoons, but Bob requested my presence in their house. Although I know that saying "my mom won't allow me to go out today" as a very lame excuse, I knew he just wanted to see me. It's one of his little boy moments.
I dressed as fast as I could- white spandex shirt, jacket, jeans and sneakers. We met somewhere and went straight to their house.
Looking at him, I knew he's very stressed. We just sat on the sofa. Minutes after his hands started travelling. I was shocked, but was thrilled at the same time. I excused myself and felt the immediate need to take a pee.
In the bathroom I zipped my jacket up. I was sweating, but it was cold. He was waiting outside when I opened the door. We started kissing. My heart started beating faster. He unzipped my jacket, pulled my shirt up. He carried me and placed me on top of the sink.
I didn't know what to do and excused myself again to take another pee.
I dressed as fast as I could- white spandex shirt, jacket, jeans and sneakers. We met somewhere and went straight to their house.
Looking at him, I knew he's very stressed. We just sat on the sofa. Minutes after his hands started travelling. I was shocked, but was thrilled at the same time. I excused myself and felt the immediate need to take a pee.
In the bathroom I zipped my jacket up. I was sweating, but it was cold. He was waiting outside when I opened the door. We started kissing. My heart started beating faster. He unzipped my jacket, pulled my shirt up. He carried me and placed me on top of the sink.
I didn't know what to do and excused myself again to take another pee.
First Kiss
It took me 2 months before I finally decided that I am ready for my first kiss ever. Bob is my first boyfriend that's why I find myself clueless about how girlfriends should act and what they should do. I do not even kiss my mother, so I have no idea how to even kiss a guy.
A week before my birthday, I told Bob about my plan- that I want to have my first kiss. Of course it excited the hell out of him. Finally, his girlfriend dropped a hint of intimacy. It was a cloudy Saturday afternoon. We were choosing if we should go to the posh, but crowded Bonifacio High Street or to the intimate Ayala Museum.
Of course, we went to the museum. We paid P250 each for the entrance fee to the 4-storey building. We started with the topmost floor. Of all days and places, the museum was filled with university students. Perhaps they're working on a project or review. We cannot get any alone time.
We took the stairs down to the 3rd floor then second. I saw frustration on his face, but I was all too nervous. If I remember things right, we're already on the ground floor by almost 7pm. WE entered the museum at around 3pm. On the ground floor were pictures of indigenous groups in the Philippines and all the presidents we've had.
We walked towards a small room with the sign "exit". The room was dark and there was a film about the first EDSA revolution. The room imitated the EDSA highway during the 80's. Bob squeezed my hand and felt a sudden pull towards him. He kissed me. On my lips.
I was surprised. Although we planned the kiss, I didn't know it was going to happen there and I didn't know that a video of Cory Aquino would be our witness. I remember when I opened my eyes I saw yellow confetti flying around Ayala Avenue. The first kiss was not movie perfect. "One more?" he asked. I tiptoed and we kissed again.
Of course I was nervous. It was my first time to kiss someone on the lips. I was thinking about lots of things including "how does my saliva taste?" and "gee... He's tall. If we're going to kiss often I won't mind tiptoeing all the time."
We had dinner in McDonald's afterwards. He wanted to talk about the kiss, but I blushed everytime.
A week before my birthday, I told Bob about my plan- that I want to have my first kiss. Of course it excited the hell out of him. Finally, his girlfriend dropped a hint of intimacy. It was a cloudy Saturday afternoon. We were choosing if we should go to the posh, but crowded Bonifacio High Street or to the intimate Ayala Museum.
Of course, we went to the museum. We paid P250 each for the entrance fee to the 4-storey building. We started with the topmost floor. Of all days and places, the museum was filled with university students. Perhaps they're working on a project or review. We cannot get any alone time.
We took the stairs down to the 3rd floor then second. I saw frustration on his face, but I was all too nervous. If I remember things right, we're already on the ground floor by almost 7pm. WE entered the museum at around 3pm. On the ground floor were pictures of indigenous groups in the Philippines and all the presidents we've had.
We walked towards a small room with the sign "exit". The room was dark and there was a film about the first EDSA revolution. The room imitated the EDSA highway during the 80's. Bob squeezed my hand and felt a sudden pull towards him. He kissed me. On my lips.
I was surprised. Although we planned the kiss, I didn't know it was going to happen there and I didn't know that a video of Cory Aquino would be our witness. I remember when I opened my eyes I saw yellow confetti flying around Ayala Avenue. The first kiss was not movie perfect. "One more?" he asked. I tiptoed and we kissed again.
Of course I was nervous. It was my first time to kiss someone on the lips. I was thinking about lots of things including "how does my saliva taste?" and "gee... He's tall. If we're going to kiss often I won't mind tiptoeing all the time."
We had dinner in McDonald's afterwards. He wanted to talk about the kiss, but I blushed everytime.
Hello. I'm Sophie.
Hello. I'm Sophie.
This is my nth blog. I cannot even remember how many blogs I've had before. There was a time when I decided to delete most of them, but only one blog remained.
This would be the online extension of my real black book where I write down everything about the happening in my life- and I mean all.
I work for the sales department of a local company in Manila. People think I earn a lot, but that is exactly the opposite.
To be a writer is my greatest passion and obsession. If you read the papers, you must have read some of my articles.
If you are wondering, I am in a relationship, which I am very grateful to have. Since I'll be including my boyfriend in most of my entries, let me introduce him. His name is Bob. Both Bob and I are very busy individuals. I have an 8-5 job, while he's taking his second degree.
Just continue visiting my blog and learn more about Sophie.
This is my nth blog. I cannot even remember how many blogs I've had before. There was a time when I decided to delete most of them, but only one blog remained.
This would be the online extension of my real black book where I write down everything about the happening in my life- and I mean all.
I work for the sales department of a local company in Manila. People think I earn a lot, but that is exactly the opposite.
To be a writer is my greatest passion and obsession. If you read the papers, you must have read some of my articles.
If you are wondering, I am in a relationship, which I am very grateful to have. Since I'll be including my boyfriend in most of my entries, let me introduce him. His name is Bob. Both Bob and I are very busy individuals. I have an 8-5 job, while he's taking his second degree.
Just continue visiting my blog and learn more about Sophie.
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