i had the best massage of my life last night at humanessence spa in west ave. i have to blog about it because i feel that the place is underrated. i mean, when you talk about spas, the things that comes to mind are wensha, the spa etc. humanessence seem to be unknown to most people. but boy, to say that they’re good is an understatement – they are one of the best! they have very clean facilities and at P299, you can have a sauna, take a bath, and have the best massage ever. what’s fascinating is that the quality of their massages does not depend on the masseuse – they can all give you the same quality of massage. i’ve been there 3 times already, tried 3 different masseuse and i can tell that they really have a signature massage – a sign that their people really trained for the job. after the massage, they’ll offer you tea and you can just stay at their common area where you can watch tv while sitting on their lazy boys. the staff are very friendly and unassuming – as if they are not aware of how good their services are. i also noticed that people frequenting the place are very decent, so no hanky panky, just plain clean and good massage.

poor thing i don’t have the readership. i wish i could advertise the place more.

below is the map to the place. it’s located at west avenue, very near sm north edsa. you just have to cross the footbridge:

Ok, it made my day  happy new year everyone!

BTW, my bday is on July still

“Don’t be sad because you did not get what you want. Be thankful that you did not get what you deserve.”

Or something to that effect.
God is good. Thanks Lord!

well the conversation is a result of me sharing that i found the stairs scene in the remington movie so hot. to me it’s every gay man’s fantasy – of having a straight guy offering you his body. well they never got it either.

anyway, two thumbs up to zombadings. i never stopped laughing.

PS. at the exit, there was this cameraman who interviews people. i should have shouted – namber wan, namber wan, namber wan!

just like JC, who aside from flaunting his fabulous lifestyle, is now flaunting his super hot boyfriend. to say that i’m jealous is an understatement. i’m drooling for the guy. the mere sight of his boyfriend turns me on that i just want to jack off. the kind of feeling i had when i heard that prince stefan and toffee calma participated in the same orgy. to be fair, JC is also cute. i’m not just into him because he was my service-mate and when he was in kinder, he proudly declared that he eats his booger.

but this time it end here. the past months, i’ve learned to control jealousy –  this feeling of insufficiency. i just realized that i have nothing to complain about – i have a stable job and so far despite the feeling of uncertainty of whether to stay for good, i can say that i’m happy. i have a great family, friends. i’m healthy and so is my family. i eat, i have shelter, and i can indulge on fine stuffs every once in a while. just yesterday,  i was in dusit.

sure there are things, actually a lot of things that i can’t afford yet. just now, my mp3 player broke and i’m thinking of replacing it with iTouch but i don’t have an idea on where to get the funds. hehe. and yes, i don’t have a cute boyfriend

but thinking about it, despite of the imperfections in my life, i have so many things to be thankful for. i may not have everything that i want, but i certainly have everything i need. i mean, how many people in Africa or Libya can say that?

i have nothing to complain about.

just want to share this with you. on our way home, my officemate Joyce, asked – ‘Bakit kaya wala pa tayong boyfriend’.

to which i replied, for myself, that i think it’s because i don’t exude an aura that i’m looking for a relationship. one friend in fact, told me when he saw me waiting for a ride, that i look very ‘suplado’. another said that i appear very cold that as if i have no emotion. and there’s even one who told me to shave the slight beard that i keep because the prospects would simply assume that i’m straight .

well here’s her take – she said that i look so decent, and she thinks other straight acting gays would think that i’m up to no fun.

i disagree.

if she only knew of my sexcapades. of me having experienced an orgy, a threesome. of me having been in a massage parlor, gay bar and a bath house. of me doing it with strangers. of me having done it in a vacant parking lot, in a dark part of a newly constructed mall, of having made out under a foot bridge, of having done it with a security guard, an engaged man and a drugged person.

and yet, her impression was that i’m not capable of these things. well i guess i’m very good at hiding my sins. i feel belonging to the league of certain bishops. hypocrisy – it makes me sick.

PS. i think i’ve already developed a resistance to valium – it didn’t work last night. and yes, i feel awful because that’s club morroco that i’ve missed. it sucks.

my grandmother came home from the US. i discovered that she has a bottle of prescription sleeping pills.

the other night, the only thing that ran through my mind was stealing a couple of pills.