<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:12:04.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Men's RuM</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-112610154935965787</id><published>2005-09-07T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T06:59:09.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carrot, The Egg and The Coffee Bean</title><content type='html'>This was too good of a life lesson not to pass on!A carrot, an egg and a cup of coffee... You willnever look at a cup of coffee the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;              A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up.  She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose. Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soonthe pots came to boil. In the first she placedcarrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word.In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners.She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me, what do you see?""Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft.The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observedthe hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"Her mother explained that each of these objects hadfaced the same adversity .. boiling water. Each reacted differently.The carrot went in strong, hard,and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.The ground coffee beans were unique, however. Afterthey were in the boiling water, they had changed the water."Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond?Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, butchanges with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, butafter a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does myshell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter andtough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actuallychanges the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releasesthe fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean,w hen things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most ofe verything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; youcan't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.When you were born, you were crying and everyonearound you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and every one around you is crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;          You might want to send this message to those people who mean something toyou (I JUST DID); to those who have touched your life in one way or another; to those who make you smile when you really need it; to those who make you see the brighter side of things when you are really down; to those whose friendship you appreciate; to those who are so meaningful in your life.I f you don't send it, you will just miss out on the opportunity to brighten someone's day with this message!"It's easier to build a child than repair an adult"Life-changing events do not happen by accident. They are not determined by the stars. They are not by chance. There is no such thing as chance. TheLord uses every situation in life to accomplish His purposes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-112610154935965787?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/112610154935965787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=112610154935965787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/112610154935965787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/112610154935965787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2005/09/carrot-egg-and-coffee-bean.html' title='The Carrot, The Egg and The Coffee Bean'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-112213350076075194</id><published>2005-07-23T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T08:45:00.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rules from God &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;[IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/ead6070e.gif[/IMG]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;1. Wake Up !! Decide to have a good day. "Today is the day the Lord hath made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." Psalms 118:24&lt;br /&gt;2. Dress Up !! The best way to dress up is to put on a smile. A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks. "The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at outward appearance; but the Lord looks at the heart." I Samuel 16:7&lt;br /&gt;3. Shut Up!! Say nice things and learn to listen. God gave us two ears and one mouth, so He must have meant for us to do twice as much listening as talking. "He who guards his lips guards his soul." Proverbs 13:3&lt;br /&gt;4. Stand Up!!... For what you believe in. Stand for something or you will fall for anything.. "Let us not be weary in doing good; for at the proper time, we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good..." Galatians 6:9-10&lt;br /&gt;5. Look Up !!... To the Lord. "I can do everything through Christ who strengthens me." Philippians 4:13&lt;br /&gt;6. Reach Up !!... For something higher. "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not unto your own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge Him, and He will direct your path." Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;br /&gt;7. Lift Up !!... Your Prayers. "Do not worry about anything; instead PRAY ABOUT EVERYTHING." Philippians 4:6 Send this to the people you care about. I thought this was very special. Pass this on and brighten someone's day, and remember: God answers Knee-Mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-112213350076075194?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/112213350076075194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=112213350076075194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/112213350076075194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/112213350076075194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2005/07/rules-from-god-imghttpimg.html' title=''/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-112139646524267573</id><published>2005-07-14T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T20:01:05.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Boss, Nice House</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/heybossnicehouse.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro calls in to work and says, "Hey boss, I cannot come to work today, I'm really sick. I got a headache, a stomach ache, and my legs hurt. I am not coming to work." The boss says, "You know Pedro, I really need you today. When I feel like this I go to my wife and tell her to give me sex. That makes me feel better and I can go to work. You should try that." Two hours later Pedro calls again: "Boss, I did what you said and I feel great. I'll be at work soon. You got a nice house!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-112139646524267573?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/112139646524267573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=112139646524267573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/112139646524267573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/112139646524267573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2005/07/hey-boss-nice-house.html' title='Hey Boss, Nice House'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-112139614941359670</id><published>2005-07-14T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T20:02:21.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deaf and Dumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/barjokes1.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small white guy goes into an elevator when he notices a huge black dude standing next to him. The big black dude looks down upon the small white guy and says, "Seven-foot tall, 350 pounds, 20-inch dick, three-pound left testicle, three-pound right testicle, Turner Brown." The small white guy faints. The big black dude picks up the small white guy and brings him to consciousness, slapping his face and shaking him, and asks the small white guy. "What’s wrong?" The small white guy says, "Excuse me but what did you say?" The big black dude looks down and says, "Seven-foot tall, 350 pounds, 20-inch dick, three-pound left testicle, three-pound right ball, my name is Turner Brown." The small white guy says, "Thank God, I thought you said, 'Turn around'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-112139614941359670?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/112139614941359670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=112139614941359670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/112139614941359670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/112139614941359670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2005/07/deaf-and-dumb.html' title='Deaf and Dumb'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-112139579701976249</id><published>2005-07-14T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T19:49:57.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than Scorpio nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/scorpionights3.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed early one night when my husband went drinking with his friend Mark. A knock on our bedroom door woke me up and I found my husband hanging on Mark's shoulder too plastered to stand up by himself. After putting my husband to bed, I told Mark he could stay in the guestroom, since he himself looked just as wasted and it was already too late. I fell asleep again and dreamt that my husband was making love to me doggie style. I woke up very horny, but without opening my eyes, I let my husband play with my pussy from behind. I was only wearing my shirt, because he had managed to take off my shorts and underwear without waking me up. He then lifted my right leg to spread me and prepared to enter me from behind. Within five to six thrusts he was completely in me. It felt so good because I was so wet and his penis felt much, much bigger than usual. Then it dawned on me, it was too big to be my husband's penis! Shocked, I opened my eyes and in front of me, across the bed is my husband still dead-drunk asleep! It was Mark! He felt so good that I just closed my eyes again and let him ram me until I had the biggest orgasm in my life. It kept coming wave after wave that I couldn't prevent myself from moaning loudly. For about 40 minutes he gave it to me, spoon position, while fondling my breasts. My husband slept through it all, with the bed moving and me moaning. Mark climaxed and stayed there until his penis went limp inside me, he whispered in my ear "Sarap mo," then left our bedroom. To this day my husband doesn't know that his friend that I loathed gave me the biggest orgasm of my life. Now, every time Mark sees me he has a smirk on his face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-112139579701976249?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/112139579701976249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=112139579701976249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/112139579701976249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/112139579701976249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2005/07/better-than-scorpio-nights.html' title='Better than Scorpio nights'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-112139537641348085</id><published>2005-07-14T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T19:42:56.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debutante Pleasures BF</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/fhm-debutant.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After celebrating my debut in a hotel, we got a package with free overnight stay in a junior suite in the hotel. Thinking that it was a great idea to be together after my debut, my friends chipped in for another room. I was exhausted and so was my boyfriend (who my parents didn't know about). One room was filled with about 20 people and after standing for hours, my boyfriend and I just wanted to lie down. The others were afraid to go to the other room because my mother was there. But me, my boyfriend and five of my girl friends transferred to her room. We pulled out the sofa and the seven of us stayed there with only one blanket for us. My girl friends and I are chatting away, while my boyfriend feigned sleep. Little did they know that underneath the blanket, I was giving my boyfriend a handjob while he was finger-fucking my pussy. I was so turned on because I was trying to talk normally though I wanted to explode. My boyfriend was trying to look asleep, but I could secretly hear him moaning a little. When we were done, I fell asleep, leaving my friends still talking. After a while I woke up because my boyfriend was shaking me. He whispered to me that he was so turned on, he wanted me to give him a blowjob right there with five of my friends just beside me and my mother on the bed. Still too tired to argue, I just gave him the best blow job I could. Since I didn't know where to put his come, I just drunk it up to the last drop. After that, I had just enough energy to turn my back to him and fall asleep again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-112139537641348085?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/112139537641348085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=112139537641348085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/112139537641348085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/112139537641348085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2005/07/debutante-pleasures-bf.html' title='Debutante Pleasures BF'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-112139475990910860</id><published>2005-07-14T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T19:51:25.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Lady Hands it to its Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/fhm.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guy and I parked in the CCP grounds for some quiet bonding moments in the car. But soon we got bored with small talk so we found ourselves talking about sex instead. I teased him about his package and told him that if he'd let me hold it, I'd jerk it off and make him come right there and then. The tease turned into a dare and so I did it. I didn't stop even if a car came and parked beside us (and I think there was a guy in the distance who could see what we were doing). It was hot. But this one's even hotter: Driving home, he began to rub me good down south that I was a wet panting kitty in no time at all. We came at a stoplight and still he went at it. Worse, his car aircon broke down so we had to unroll the windows. And all that time, his fingers were working me-at a stoplight, with the windows down, and with a jeepload of passengers right beside us! I've got to hand it to my baby, he surprises me every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-112139475990910860?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/112139475990910860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=112139475990910860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/112139475990910860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/112139475990910860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2005/07/hot-lady-hands-it-to-its-guy.html' title='Hot Lady Hands it to its Guy'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-109784007445981585</id><published>2004-10-15T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T04:47:47.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OctoberFest</title><content type='html'>Heloo GuyS!!! this montht is the most exciting month for beer lovers.. sadly i haven't attended much party for this month. did you know that some octoberfest party gives free beer!! but sometimes it cost 5 pesos!!! but that's ok!!! for 50 bucks you'll have 10 beers!!! i think that's more than enough!!! solve solve n un!! d b??!! so fellas have fun this month!! Bring along your girl-friends that u wanna BANG!!! hehe!! just kidding!! BUt guys i just like to remind you that not all party for october are free!!! some maybe more expensive than before only the sponsored or announced parties have cheap or free beers!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nway here are some pictures from a concert i attended earlier this month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/mymp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/akafellas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;mymp and akafellas&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/nyoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;nyoy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-109784007445981585?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/109784007445981585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=109784007445981585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109784007445981585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109784007445981585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/10/octoberfest.html' title='OctoberFest'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-109759557161663215</id><published>2004-10-12T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T08:39:31.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/ColtVColt_gif.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood undecidedly before the glass window, surveying the various &lt;br /&gt;food-flavored lotions and shower gels, shifting his weight from one &lt;br /&gt;foot to theother. He had always hated shopping. But he had to.He &lt;br /&gt;knew Natalie would kill him (and probably glory in it) if he ever &lt;br /&gt;went to her without a gift. She actually sent him off on this errand &lt;br /&gt;specifically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go na, hon, and buy a gift." She waved him away imperiously, even &lt;br /&gt;before he crossed the threshold ofher garage. "Mamaya, it'll be too &lt;br /&gt;traffic na and you might be late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," he sighed, bussing her forehead. "What do you want ba?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Basta get me something that would be for me lang ha?" She smiled &lt;br /&gt;greedily, "Not for both of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine," he said, and giving her one last hug, went back into his car &lt;br /&gt;to go to the mall. Two minutes later, he received a text from her. &lt;br /&gt;Ups, sori,hapi vday pla J!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chuckled now as he thought of the love of his life. He knew Nat &lt;br /&gt;since way back but only realized he loved her a few years ago. Which &lt;br /&gt;was really stupid of him since he couldn't imagine life without her. &lt;br /&gt;Deciding against the raspberry bath confetti he picked up at the &lt;br /&gt;counter, he put the glass tube down and went out of the store. She &lt;br /&gt;probably had one already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking randomly, he passed a video store and thought of buying her &lt;br /&gt;the extended version of her favorite film: The Lord of the Rings. He &lt;br /&gt;knew the movie quite well, remembering the first time they watched &lt;br /&gt;it. She was burrowed in his arms while she swooned over the male &lt;br /&gt;leads (whom he privately thought were a bunch of fairies). It was &lt;br /&gt;after watching that movie when she confided his friend Ron had been &lt;br /&gt;making moves on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you're pretty kasi eh. Does he bother you ba?" he had asked, &lt;br /&gt;just a teeny bit concerned but making a mental note to talk to Ron &lt;br /&gt;if she said he was making a nuisance of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head, looking pensive. "No, it's fine." Then she &lt;br /&gt;smiled brightly at him. "Carry ko&lt;br /&gt;naman eh, me pa?" So he decided not to talk to Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly remembering his buddy, he picked up a T2 dvd (Ron's all &lt;br /&gt;time favorite film) and paid for it. He was out of the store when he &lt;br /&gt;realized he  hadn't bought Natalie anything. He shrugged and decided &lt;br /&gt;to have a look around first. If he couldn't find anything special, &lt;br /&gt;he'll just come back for pansy Legolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed again, looking at a vast array of jewelry.  The rings &lt;br /&gt;would look really good on her small hands. But then Natalie isn't &lt;br /&gt;really fond of jewelry. Being quite accident prone, she either lost &lt;br /&gt;them or got cut by them, and he wasn't going to risk it. Besides, he &lt;br /&gt;thought that the ring she'd be wearing soon would be quite enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running his hand briskly through his hair, he frowned at the shop &lt;br /&gt;windows. It's hard enough for a guy to find the perfect gift, but &lt;br /&gt;for such a special lady. He knew what he wanted to find. Something &lt;br /&gt;that would tell her how much he loved her BUT without being mushy. &lt;br /&gt;Natalie hated mush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ickle, Jake, you know I hate 'prom' music." She grimaced as she &lt;br /&gt;furiously jab bed at the buttons of his cd player. "Don't you have &lt;br /&gt;real music here?" She flipped through his cd case in disgust. "When &lt;br /&gt;I get married, I'll have head-banging music. And anybody who &lt;br /&gt;requests for anything 'senti' can go plan their own wedding!" He &lt;br /&gt;just smiled and nodded. He was quite prepared to let her do whatever &lt;br /&gt;she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when he decided to take a breather when the idea finally hit &lt;br /&gt;him. He sprinted over to Starbucks and looked at the thermos &lt;br /&gt;collection. Being coffee addicts, he and Natalie frequented the café &lt;br /&gt;and once, she pointed at the small silver flask they had on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dream ko yan." She sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? The thermos?" He asked, puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why don't you buy one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kasi, it has to be given. You know, I have this romantic dream. &lt;br /&gt;That before I go to work in the morning, just when I'm about to step &lt;br /&gt;in the car ha,  my Prince Charming will come over from the shadows &lt;br /&gt;outside our house and he'll give me a thermos full of café __mocha &lt;br /&gt;to take to the office. Di ba romantic?" She gazed dreamily at the &lt;br /&gt;silver flask. "Basta I'll marry the guy who does that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked up the silver thermos and approached the lady at the &lt;br /&gt;counter with his request. Fifteen  minutes later, he was driving &lt;br /&gt;along the highway to meet her but the traffic jam was horrendous. &lt;br /&gt;She had texted him twice already. Wru na? Ur l8. Grrr. He texted her &lt;br /&gt;back. Sori hon. I'l follow nlng s hotel. C u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when he was walking up the staircase to the restaurant where &lt;br /&gt;she was waiting, he wondered  whether he intentionally tried to be &lt;br /&gt;late. Holding his gift so tightly, he told himself that it's too &lt;br /&gt;late to have cold feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he saw her and felt the butterflies in his stomach morph into &lt;br /&gt;dragons.  She's so beautiful in that white dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to look like Galadriel," she had told him after she &lt;br /&gt;shopped for her dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'd give Cate Blanchett a run for her money." He answered fondly. &lt;br /&gt;And she did. He walked slowly towards her until she looked up and &lt;br /&gt;saw him. Her face lit up in a lovely smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jake! Hay, I thought you'd never come eh. I'll never speak to you &lt;br /&gt;again if you stood me up today of all days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had trouble finding you the perfect gift eh. O, eto na." He &lt;br /&gt;handed her the flask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," she said, staring at the thermos in her hands. "Oh." She &lt;br /&gt;looked up at him, blinking back tears. "I don't know what to say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No need," he whispered, brushing his fingers against her &lt;br /&gt;cheek. "Basta be happy ha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded. Then she turned and beckoned to Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darling, Jake is here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uy, pare, how come you weren't there sa church? I had to drag a &lt;br /&gt;cousin to be my best man tuloy."  Ron grinned at him, throwing an &lt;br /&gt;arm around his bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, pare, super ang traffic." Then Jake shook his friend's hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congrats. I'm happy for you. Take care of Nat ha?" Take care of her &lt;br /&gt;for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-109759557161663215?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/109759557161663215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=109759557161663215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109759557161663215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109759557161663215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/10/blah-blah-blah.html' title='blah blah blah!!'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-109653041990803451</id><published>2004-09-30T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T00:46:59.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sober One Whips Out Videocam</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/sober_one.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a bar, I saw an old guy friend I had not seen for awhile. He was badly drunk and gave me some alcohol-laced talk. He invited me to hang out at his place for more drinks. I brought along my two girl friends and their respective boyfriends. Amazingly, all that time I was displaying myself at the bar I had not treated myself to a drink. So it was quite natural that while I was just beginning to get a buzz over at my friend's place, the rest of them were smashed beyond belief. Our host had actually passed out right in front of us. But the two couples were also having a steamy petting session going on. On a whim, I dared them to let my sleeping friend join in on their fun. What they did was more than what I asked for! They fucked each other, together, and the man on the bed-who, despite the hot pleasure he was getting, was asleep through it all! Even I had a hard time telling who was sucking who, or whose cock was pounding someone's pussy or ass. And where was I during the entire proceedings? I was recording and directing The Orgy of the Year on videocam. The tape is still with me and I plan to keep it for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-109653041990803451?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/109653041990803451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=109653041990803451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109653041990803451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109653041990803451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/09/sober-one-whips-out-videocam.html' title='Sober One Whips Out Videocam'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-109653004001665549</id><published>2004-09-30T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T00:40:40.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Considerate Missus</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/considerate_missus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife being eight months pregnant, poor husband has had to sleep on the floor and this had made him desperate for sex. One night as she lay on the bed, she glances at him and sees the poor guy curled up on the floor, eyes staring widely into the empty air. Feeling sorry for her husband, she takes her wallet and fishes out P500 and gives it to him. "Here, take this and go to the woman next door, and she will let you sleep with her tonight. But remember that this happens only once, okay? Don't ask me to do this again." The husband rolls his eyes in disbelief, but afraid that she might change her mind, grabs the money, and leaves quickly. A few minutes later, he returns, hands the bill back to the wife, and says with much disappointment, "She said this is not enough, she wants P600." The wife's face slowly turns red with anger. "Damn that bitch! When she was pregnant and her husband came over here, I only charged him P500!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-109653004001665549?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/109653004001665549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=109653004001665549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109653004001665549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109653004001665549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/09/considerate-missus.html' title='Considerate Missus'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-109532172398017462</id><published>2004-09-16T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T00:34:54.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candlesticks Lights Up COED's Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/candlestick_lights_up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go out with my friend one Sunday but she decided to cancel. I rushed to her apartment to confront her because we had made important plans. My plan was just to barge in unannounced since I knew where she hid her spare key. Swinging the door open, was I surprised with what I saw: my friend had a candle sticking out of her pussy! When she saw me she just cried in embarrassment. She confessed she had been masturbating with that candle because it was the only thing around that could approximate her boyfriend's dick. Oh, and she was also crying because her vaginal muscles had locked around the wax-dick so I had to help her pull it out. Instead of writhing in pain, she was actually quite pleasured as I was slowly ridding her of the candle. Not one to be outdone, I diddled with my clit myself as soon as I was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-109532172398017462?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/109532172398017462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=109532172398017462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109532172398017462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109532172398017462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/09/candlesticks-lights-up-coeds-night.html' title='Candlesticks Lights Up COED&apos;s Night'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-109532157367116544</id><published>2004-09-16T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T00:36:15.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well-Stacked Chick Dissapoints</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/well_stacked_chick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to become close with my girlfriend's very hot best friend. She was tall and pretty. She had a cute ass and the biggest boobs I had ever seen on a girl next door. One night during a drinking bout I found myself making out with her. I was drunk but I very well knew what was happening, and I couldn't believe my luck! I was practically breathless as I grabbed her breasts when I felt there was something terribly wrong. It was soft. Too soft. I groped and then-splat!-her shirt was suddenly all wet! Then I found out why she had divine boobs. They were fucking water bags! But the most horrific realization was what the water bags hid-breasts no bigger than lumps! It was like I had made love to a man! When I saw the truth, I stood up, said I was too drunk to fuck, and walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-109532157367116544?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/109532157367116544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=109532157367116544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109532157367116544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109532157367116544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/09/well-stacked-chick-dissapoints.html' title='Well-Stacked Chick Dissapoints'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-109532187748036980</id><published>2004-09-16T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T00:38:29.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters In Sin!! </title><content type='html'>Four nuns die and end up at the gates of heaven. There they see Saint Peter and a fountain beside him. Out of curiosity, they ask him what the fountain is for. "Ah, well as you can see each one of you committed one last sin before dying. So before you can enter heaven, you must first cleanse yourself of sin in this fountain." So the first nun goes to Saint Peter and confesses her sin. "There was a cute priest in our parish and I couldn't help but peep at him every time he took a bath." Saint Peter replies, "So wash your eyes there and you may enter heaven." The second confesses as well. "I was also so obsessed with that priest that I always touched his 'manhood' every time he took a bath." "Wash your hands and you may enter heaven," Saint Peter says. The third nun approaches, but the fourth cuts her off. "Why in such a hurry?" Saint Peter asks. The fourth nun nonchalantly replies, "Sorry, but can you please let me gargle first on that fountain before she swims in there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/sisters_in_sin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-109532187748036980?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/109532187748036980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=109532187748036980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109532187748036980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109532187748036980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/09/sisters-in-sin.html' title='Sisters In Sin!! '/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-109396648731402158</id><published>2004-08-31T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T08:59:55.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliments..??!! is it good or bad??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/angry_gif.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello guys.. have u ever been complimented by the girl you like?? of coures hav.. ryt?? like - your such a nice guy.. or don't get me wrong but your a great guy?? sounds familiar ha..?? gasgas n gasgas n kasi.. This are the lines often said by a girl who wants to stay away from you!! trust me!! A friend once told me that compliments like this are for guys who are sissy!! hehe!! haven't you notice?? guys who are often complimented like this are the who always left behind?? hehe!! This is kinda gals lines to make you feel a littlte bit better, but waht they really want to say is that "Man! your BORING!! Get a life!!" (often times, especially when you realy thought you had something.. together..) So if ever your complimented like this, just say.. F#CK YOU!! GO TO HELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Guys, take my advice WAG NYONG PROBLEMAHIN ANG WOMEN!!! K?? Their just full of CR%P!! trust me.. And don't ever let a girl ruin your friendship.. now you know, don't ever be caught in theri game!! unahan nyo n sya!! and go for the KILL!! hehe!! if you know what i mean.. bye..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Girls feel free to comment..!! Mwahhhaha!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;In fairness I have a gf, but my gf never told me this kinda compliments before, and i have never told her about this idea.. maybe because she doesn't want to leave me!! yet...??? hehe!! hope not.. luv you hon.. mwah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-109396648731402158?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/109396648731402158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=109396648731402158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109396648731402158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109396648731402158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/08/compliments-is-it-good-or-bad.html' title='Compliments..??!! is it good or bad??'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-109323663607552074</id><published>2004-08-22T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T21:50:43.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Better Explanations of LOVE..... </title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/fireyheart.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We all want to fall in love. Why? Because that experience makes us feel completelyalive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion ismagnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flyinginto the heavens. It may only last a moment, an hour, an afternoon. But that doesn't diminish its value.Because we are left with memories that we treasure forthe rest of our lives."&lt;br /&gt;1) Don't turn your back on love when it's already infront of you. Don't drive it away from you, because If you do,someday, you'll think again, why you let love fly when it was there next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) In Love, think things over first if you're sureabout how you feel. Don't fall too hard not knowing where you will stand, 'coz it will hurt real bad if things don't go the wayyou want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) It's an irony to know that it takes hours forsomeone to have guts to say "hi" to the one he likes, days to admire, weeks to miss theperson, months to love, but just a blink of an eye to say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Go for the person who loves you. It is not wrong to love someone who belongs to someoneelse, but it is much better to love someone who could alsolove you in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Love isn't something we hold, it is something weset free, It's not something we just do, but it's something wedon't imagine to be. Lastly, it's not something we choose, it chooses us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The scariest thing about falling in love is gettinghurt. The scariest thing about getting hurt is not beingable to love again. The scariest thing about not loving again is beingalone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) When you follow your heart, worry not where it will lead you, for your heart knows the way. And if you do get lost or reach a dead end, use your head to lead you back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) When you truly care for someone, you don't lookfor faults, you don't look for answers, you don't lookfor mistakes. Instead, you fight for the mistakes, youaccept the faults, and you overlook excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) It's better to lose your pride over the one youlove, than lose your loved one over your useless pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Love is not "it's your fault", but "I'm sorry",not "where are you?", but "I'm here", not "how could you?", but "I understand", not "I wish you were here", but "I'm thankful youare".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) The beginning of love is to let those we love be just themselves, and not twist with our own image. Otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves wefind in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) If a relationship is truly meant for you, your love will find a way to make it happen, and God will be there to make sure it will stay.~ It is only in the heart that one sees rightly, whatis essential is invisible to the eyes ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-109323663607552074?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/109323663607552074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=109323663607552074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109323663607552074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109323663607552074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/08/12-better-explanations-of-love.html' title='12 Better Explanations of LOVE..... '/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-109250905825136213</id><published>2004-08-14T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T12:04:41.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/9a49451c.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Tina are sitting in the park doing nothing, but just gazing into the sky, while all their friends are having fun with their beloved half. &lt;br /&gt;Tina: I'm so bored. Just wish I have a boyfriend now to spend time with. &lt;br /&gt;Peter: I guess we're the only leftovers. We're the only person who isn't with a date now. &lt;br /&gt;(both sigh n silence for a while) &lt;br /&gt;Tina: I think I have a good idea. Lets play a game &lt;br /&gt;Peter: Eh? What game? &lt;br /&gt;Tina: Eem..It's quite simple. You be my boyfriend for 100 days and I'll be your girlfriend for 100 days. what do you think? &lt;br /&gt;Peter: Oookay..Anyway I don't have any plan for the next few months. Tina: You sound like you aren't looking forward to it at all. Cheer up. Today will be our first day and our first date. Where should we go? &lt;br /&gt;Peter: What about a movie? I heard that there is a really great movie in theater now. &lt;br /&gt;Tina: Seems like I don't have any better idea than this. Lets move. (went to watch their movies and sent each other home) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 &lt;br /&gt;Peter and Tina went to a concert together, and Peter bought Tina a keychain with a star. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 &lt;br /&gt;They went shopping together for a friend's birthday present. Share an ice-cream together and hugged each other for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 &lt;br /&gt;Peter drove Tina up onto a mountain and they watch the sunset together. When the night came and the moon glowed, they said sat on the grass gazing at the stars together. A meteor passed by. Tina mumbled something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 &lt;br /&gt;Spend time at a themepark and got onto rollercoasters, and ate hotdogs and cotton candy. Peter and Tina got in the haunted house and Tina grabbed someone's hand instead of Peter's hand by accident. They laughed together for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 67 &lt;br /&gt;They drove pass a circus and decided to get in to watch the show. The midget asked Tina to play a part as his assistant in the magic show. Went around to see other entertainments around after the show. Came to a fortune teller and she just said "Treasure every moment from now on" and a tear rolled down the fortune teller's cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 84 &lt;br /&gt;Tina suggested that they go to the beach. The beach wasn't so crowded that day. They have their first kiss with each other just as the sun is setting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 99 &lt;br /&gt;They decided to have a simple day and is deciding to have a walk around the city. They sit down onto a bench. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:23 pm &lt;br /&gt;Tina: I'm thirsty. Lets rest for a while first. &lt;br /&gt;Peter: Wait here while I go buy some drinks. What would you like? Tina: Eem...Apple juice will be just fine. &lt;br /&gt;1:43 pm &lt;br /&gt;Tina waiting for about 20 minutes and Peter havent return. Then someone walked up to her. &lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Is your name Tina? &lt;br /&gt;Tina: Yes, and may I help you? Stranger: Justnow down there on the street a drunk driver has crashed into a guy. I think its your friend. &lt;br /&gt;Tina ran over to the spot with the stranger and sees Peter lying on the floor with blood over his face and her apple juice still in his hands. The ambulance came and she went to the hospital with Peter. Tina sat outside the emergency room for five and a half hours. The doctor came out, and he sigh. &lt;br /&gt;11:51 pm &lt;br /&gt;Doctor: I'm sorry, but we did the best we could. He is still breathing now but God would take him away from us very soon. We found this letter inside his pocket. The doctor hands over the letter to Tina and she goes into the room to see Peter. He look weak but peaceful. Tina read the letter and then she burst into tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what the letter said. &lt;br /&gt;         Tina, our 100 days is almost over. I had fun with you during all these days. Although you may be greedy sometimes and less thoughtful, but these all brought happiness into my life. I have realize that you are a really cute girl and blamed myself for never taken the time to knowing that. I have nothing much to ask for, but I just wish that we can extend the day. I want to be your boyfriend forever and wish that you can be beside me all the time. Tina, I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:58 pm&lt;br /&gt;Tina: (sobbing) Peter. Did you know what was the wish I made on the night there was a meteor. I asked God to let us last forever. We were suppose to last 100 days so Peter! You can't leave me! I LOVE YOU, but can you come back to me now? I love you Peter. I LOVE YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the clock struck twelve, Peter's heart stopped beating. It was 100 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that has taken a part in your life. Tell the guy or girl that you love them before its too late. You never know whats going to happen tomorrow. You never know who will be leaving you and never return...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-109250905825136213?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/109250905825136213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=109250905825136213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109250905825136213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109250905825136213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/08/100-days.html' title='100 days'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-109250430159114528</id><published>2004-08-14T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T21:31:31.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession Time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/acddb68f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy is riding the bus when at a stop, the most beautiful woman he has ever seen gets on-and she's a nun. "Sister, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I must have s3x with you," he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry but I've given my body to God," she replies and then leaves. The bus driver turns to the guy and says, "I know a way you can get her in the sack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver tells the guy about the nun's daily 3PM confession. The bus driver tells the guy his plan and the guy leaves happy and excited. The next day at three the guy is in the booth dressed as a priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the nun approaches in the darkness, he says, "Sister, God has told me I must have s3x with you." She replies, "Well if God has said it, we must do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, because of my strong commitment to God I will only take it up the a#s." The guy figures this isn't a problem and proceeds to have the best sex ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it is over he whips off his outfit and says, "Surprise, I'm the guy on the bus." With that the nun turns around and says, "Surprise, I'm the bus driver."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-109250430159114528?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/109250430159114528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=109250430159114528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109250430159114528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109250430159114528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/08/confession-time.html' title='Confession Time!!'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-109250315630347331</id><published>2004-08-14T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T10:05:56.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer Goggles tooweel for the Driver</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/3eebd21d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in high school, some friends and I had a drinking session at my house. We quaffed copious amounts of beer and got really shit-faced and horny. Wanting some pussy, we decided to pick up some hookers along that infamous avenue in Q.C. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All seven of us went in our friend's AUV (and that meant there was still enough room inside for more than one girl). As soon as we slowed down to cruise the bugaws were already waving at us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One particularly old and, uhm, "wasted" pimp approached us-she was overweight, wrinkly, and practically toothless. We took our pick from her stable and herded the girls in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were not particularly pretty but that night the beer goggles were working! Everyone had a partner except our driver-friend. The bugaw was chatting and negotiating up our driver out front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess our friend must have seen how early we were getting comfy with our mates that he became envious. Totally wasted that he was, he hitched the pimp closer and asked her if she had any more girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bugaw said none, unless he was interested in gays. Thinking a bit, he then cackled: "Ikaw ba pwede? Kunin na kita!" Holy shit! He had the hots for that toothless grandma! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off, the wrinkly pimp agreed. "Oo naman! Sige, libre na ako. Bigyan mo na lang ako pang-kape." Man, oh, man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-109250315630347331?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/109250315630347331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=109250315630347331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109250315630347331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109250315630347331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/08/beer-goggles-tooweel-for-driver.html' title='Beer Goggles tooweel for the Driver'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-109250278120829970</id><published>2004-08-14T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T10:12:32.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Tool Proves Useless</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend and I had our usual romp at a certain motel in our area. You might say we're "suki" there. So we were hot and really into it, boinking the living daylights out of us when he stopped in mid-hump. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was putting a condom on so I let him stop. He slipped in his dick again and started humping but this time, something felt odd inside my vagina. He continued banging me and came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he stood up, he seemed like looking for something; he kept on saying, "Nasaan na? Nasaan na?" "Where was what?" I asked. I was beginning to get worried. It turned out he had slipped a penis ring on and when he had withdrawn his member, it wasn't there anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We searched under the pillows, on the bed sheet, under the bed, on the floor. Nothing. Finally it dawned on us that there was no way it could be anywhere but inside my beaver! I had to walk to the toilet by myself and get the fucking thing out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on we swore never to use a useless implement again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/13fc4b9d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-109250278120829970?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/109250278120829970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=109250278120829970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109250278120829970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109250278120829970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/08/sex-tool-proves-useless.html' title='Sex Tool Proves Useless'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-109107680757901580</id><published>2004-07-28T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T00:25:26.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My apologies to 3c-psych</title><content type='html'>helo.. i'm really really sorry for what happened in the ab psych class.. sorry to all of you especially to Nina.. sorry nins.. i really didn't mean it.. (hope y'all know that..) and besides tlga lang nagkataon n kmi ung nguusap ni nina.. mainit n din nmn ulo ni sir knina e.. sorry tlaga.. and about dun kay tiff.. wala sa kin un.. but i'm NOT saying sorry to her!!! hmmp!!&amp;nbsp; coz when i was apologizing to everyone umiimik pa 2!! hindi ko rin nmn ginusto!! muntik n kong pumutok sa kanya!! hehe!!! buti n lang tlaga pnigilan ko ni sar.. hmmp!! bad trip tlga c tiff!! buti n lang d n nrinig ni nina ung mga pnagsasabi nya!!! nway sorry tlga blockmates sa nagawa ko.. hope u understand.. tnx.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/fc748dd7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-109107680757901580?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/109107680757901580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=109107680757901580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109107680757901580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109107680757901580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-apologies-to-3c-psych.html' title='My apologies to 3c-psych'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-109100259401095705</id><published>2004-07-28T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T21:56:58.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>486 Dolls</title><content type='html'> I have a boyfriend who grew up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Jin. I always thought of him as a friend until last year,&lt;br /&gt;when we went to a trip from a club. I found that I fell in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;Before that trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him.&lt;br /&gt;And soon, we became a pair of lovers, but we loved each other in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there were so many other girls.&lt;br /&gt;To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jin, do you want to go watch a movie?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't"&lt;br /&gt;"Why? You need to study at home?" I felt disappointment grabbing me.&lt;br /&gt;"No I am going to meet a friend"&lt;br /&gt;He was always like that.&lt;br /&gt;He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;To him, I was just a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;The word `love' only came out from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Since I knew him, I had never heard him say `I love you' before.&lt;br /&gt;To us, there weren't any anniversaries at all.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days 200days&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday, without fail.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. Then one day&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, Jin, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: What don't drag, just say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: um, just take this doll and go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how he ignored my `three words' and handed me the doll.&lt;br /&gt;Then he disappeared, like he was running away.&lt;br /&gt;The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;There were many&lt;br /&gt;Then one day came, my 15th year old birthday.&lt;br /&gt;When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call.&lt;br /&gt;But lunch passed, dinner passed and soon the sky was dark he still didn't call.&lt;br /&gt;It w as already tiring to look at the phone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;He told me to come out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Here &amp; take this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, he handed me a little doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: I didn't give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. I'm going home now, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Today? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen.&lt;br /&gt;Then I shouted "Wait"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: You have something to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell me, tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him.&lt;br /&gt;But he just said simple cold words and left.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to say that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else."&lt;br /&gt;That was what he said. Then he ran off.&lt;br /&gt;My legs felt numb &amp;amp; and I collapsed to the ground. He didn't want to say it easily&lt;br /&gt;How could he. I felt that maybe he is not the right guy for me&lt;br /&gt;After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't call me, although I was waiting.&lt;br /&gt;He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house.&lt;br /&gt;That's how those dolls piled up in my room everyday&lt;br /&gt;After a month, I got myself together and went to school.&lt;br /&gt;But what made the pain resurface was that I saw him on a street with another girl&lt;br /&gt;He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me she touched the doll&lt;br /&gt;I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell&lt;br /&gt;Why did he gave these to me&lt;br /&gt;Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls&lt;br /&gt;In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him.&lt;br /&gt;He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, that it's going to end.&lt;br /&gt;Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help hating him, acting like nothing had happen and joking around.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, he held out the doll as usual&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: What why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't need this doll, I don't need it anymore!! I don't want to see a person like you again!&lt;br /&gt;I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike other days, his eyes very shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry" He apologized in a tiny voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Honk~ Honk~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jin! Move! Move away!" I shouted.&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jin, move!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONK~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boom!" That sound, so terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;That's how he went away from me.&lt;br /&gt;That's how he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word to me.&lt;br /&gt;After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him&lt;br /&gt;And after spending two months like a crazy person. I took out the dolls.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started going out.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the days I spent with him and started to count the days when we were in love&lt;br /&gt;"One two three"&lt;br /&gt;That was how I started to count the dolls&lt;br /&gt;"Four hundred and eighty four four hundred and eighty five"&lt;br /&gt;It all ended with 485 dolls.&lt;br /&gt;I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;I hugged it tightly, then suddenly "I love you~, I love you~"&lt;br /&gt;I dropped the dolls,shocked.&lt;br /&gt;"I .lo..ve you??"&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach.&lt;br /&gt;"I love you~ I love you~"&lt;br /&gt;It can't be!&lt;br /&gt;I pressed all the dolls' stomach as it piled on the side.&lt;br /&gt;"I love you~"&lt;br /&gt;"I love you~"&lt;br /&gt;"I love you~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words came out non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I realize that&lt;br /&gt;That his heart was always by my side, protecting me.&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I realize that he love me this much&lt;br /&gt;I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it's stomach, that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road.&lt;br /&gt;It had his blood stain on it.&lt;br /&gt;The voice came out, the on that I was missing so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jo Do you know what today is? We've been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldn't say I love you. Um since I was too shy. If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you everyday till I die Jo I love you"&lt;br /&gt;The tears came flowing out of me. Why? Why? I asked god, why do I only know about all this now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute&lt;br /&gt;For that and for that reason to me it became courage to live a beautiful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/5aedaf62.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-109100259401095705?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/109100259401095705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=109100259401095705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109100259401095705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109100259401095705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/07/486-dolls.html' title='486 Dolls'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-109008037650465184</id><published>2004-07-17T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T09:11:19.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WoMen!!! </title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder why... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;1. girls carry only small bags and carry the rest of&amp;nbsp;their things in&amp;nbsp;their hands?? -- and if they have bf they'll&amp;nbsp;ask us&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;carry it!! shit!! not that i'm a not gentleman, but sometimes were tired of it.. got me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. girls take a lot of time fixing themselves?? -- after an hour or so.. Walah..!!! nothings change!! they still look the same!! hehe!! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;3. girls still wear high heels?? -- and when you go out with them, they'll just complain that their feet hurts..! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;4. girls go in groups or pairs when they go to the comfort room..? -- i have no idea!!! nyahaha!! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;5. girls always try what guys do.. like some jobs that are for men only.. --- trying hard!! don't you think so..? they look funny!! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;6. girls don't eat too much when they go out for a date..?? -- maybe they think that us, guys, will let them pay the bill!! hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/25712e8e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-109008037650465184?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/109008037650465184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=109008037650465184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109008037650465184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/109008037650465184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/07/women.html' title='WoMen!!! '/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-108939142253124553</id><published>2004-07-09T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T09:43:42.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell-Pinoy Style</title><content type='html'>A Filipino dies and goes to hell. There he finds that there is a different hell for each country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes first to the German hell and asks, “What do they do here?” He is told, “First they put you in an electric chair for an hour. Then they lay you on a bed of nails for another hour. Then the German devil comes in and whips you for the rest of the day.” The man does not like the sound of that at all, so he moves on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He checks out the American hell, the Russian hell, and many more. He discovers that they are all more or less the same as the German hell. Then he comes to the Filipino hell and finds that there is a very long line of people waiting to get in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed, he asks, “What do they do here?” He is told, “First they put you in an electric chair for an hour. Then they lay you on a bed of nails for another hour. Then the Filipino devil comes in and whips you for the rest of the day.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But that is exactly the same as all the other hells-why are so many people waiting to get in?” “Because there is never any electricity, so the electric chair does not work. Someone stole all the nails, and the devil used to be a public servant, so he comes in, punches his time card and then goes back home...” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/456f198f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-108939142253124553?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/108939142253124553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=108939142253124553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108939142253124553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108939142253124553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/07/hell-pinoy-style.html' title='Hell-Pinoy Style'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-108939094868321363</id><published>2004-07-09T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T09:35:48.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alan's action-packed future wedding night </title><content type='html'>An 85-year-old man marries a lovely 25-year-old woman. Since her new husband was old she was concerned about his health, so the woman decides that after the wedding she and the old man would have separate bedrooms, lest he overexert himself if they spend the entire night together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding festivities the bride prepares herself for bed and hears the expected "knock" on the door. There was the geriatric groom, ready for action. They fuck and all goes well. The groom leaves and the bride prepares to go to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, the bride hears another knock on her bedroom door, and it's the groom, again ready for action. Somewhat surprised, but nonetheless willing, the bride consents to more sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lovebirds are done, the old groom kisses his bride, bids her goodnight, and leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she readies to sleep again, the groom comes back again, as fresh as a 25-year-old, hot and passionate. This time the bride is truly amazed. "I am thoroughly impressed that at your age you can perform so well and so often. I have been with guys less than a third your age who were only good once. You are truly a great lover." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groom, somewhat embarrassed, turns to his bride and says: "You mean I was here already?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/ff25b552.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-108939094868321363?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/108939094868321363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=108939094868321363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108939094868321363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108939094868321363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/07/alans-action-packed-future-wedding.html' title='Alan&apos;s action-packed future wedding night '/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-108938728192893790</id><published>2004-07-09T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T09:09:07.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my "college" kada</title><content type='html'>what can i say about my kada (barkada) in college?? hmm.. let me think.. my kada now is cool!!! both girls and boys.. lhat ata ng hilig ko, hilig din nila.. kya click kming lhat.. solid.. kumpleto sa rekado ang kada nmin.. we have fat, thin, old, smiling turtle, wild, at meron din kming taga explain about anything.. paulit ulit p nga e.. hehe!! tnx to you all!! namely gay, for always doin me favors, alan for being my toy.. hehe!!! just kidding!! ur cool man.. and especially for caesar and jelogs!! luv u dudeS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/59ebd3ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-108938728192893790?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/108938728192893790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=108938728192893790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108938728192893790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108938728192893790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-college-kada.html' title='my &quot;college&quot; kada'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-108926236712114061</id><published>2004-07-07T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T21:54:13.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lock and Licks</title><content type='html'>A guy and his new girlfriend are about to go into his apartment. Before he can open the door his girlfriends says, "Wait a minute. I think I can tell how a man makes love by the way he unlocks his door." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me some examples," the guy replies. "Well, if a guy shoves his key into the lock, and open the door hard, then that means he's a rough lover and that isn't for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man fumbles around and can't seem to find the hole, that means he's inexperienced and that isn't for me either." Then she says, coyly, "Honey, how do you unlock your door?" "Well, first before I do anything else, I lick the lock." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/locks_and_licks.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-108926236712114061?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/108926236712114061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=108926236712114061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108926236712114061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108926236712114061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/07/lock-and-licks.html' title='Lock and Licks'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-108887699341376002</id><published>2004-07-03T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T21:57:24.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From FHM Ladies Confession (july 2004) - Schoolgirls do it best!</title><content type='html'>During a dull and boring lesson, i started rubbing my pussy under the table. My best friend seated beside me started gigling. i didn't mind her and continued. the moment the bell rang, i rushed to an empty washroom and entered a cubicle. I hurriedly pulled down my skirt and took off my undies. then i gave myself my first ever fingering. After a while, i heard my best friend call me. She caught me with my finger in my pussy. Instead of hearing her scream, i heard her giggle. There was something different with the way she looked at me. "Oh, my! This can't be right! We're both girls! Why do i feel attracted to her?!" My thought were running wild. I'vve never had sex with anyone before, neither with a mannor with a woman. Would i fuck my best friend? She stripped off her uniform as she sat on my lap. I sucked her tits, then she took of my uniform. She caressed my naked body and then went down and licked my pussy. Minutes later, we heard the washroom door open. I asked her to stop but she just kept on licking. I took a peek and saw the nunwho had given the lecture earlier. She came to check up on me and asked if i needed some tissue paper. i said "Opo, Sister. Salamat po!" with little moans of pleasure. She then started giving me advice on how to prevent diarrhea and tossed a roll of tissue over to the cubicle and left afterwards. We then locked the washroomand did a 69 on the floor (gj: i don't know how or why they did that.. i'm just copying it, as it is!! k??). When lunch ended, we walked back to our classroom with naughty grins in our faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GJ: I HATE LESBIANS!! i'm not the one in the story ha!! babae un!! ladies confession nga e!! Nway put your reactions in my tag board.. k?? and do you want me to post here this kind of stories?? pls react on this if yes or no.. k?? tnx!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v313/gj_d_frenchter/schoolgirls_do_it_best.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-108887699341376002?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/108887699341376002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=108887699341376002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108887699341376002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108887699341376002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/07/from-fhm-ladies-confession-july-2004.html' title='From FHM Ladies Confession (july 2004) - Schoolgirls do it best!'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-108884570174798942</id><published>2004-07-03T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T02:14:33.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why dog??</title><content type='html'>it started from the meteor garden.. bcoz of the F4, namely DAo Ming Sui (tama b spelling?).. tpos they stared calling me dao ming sui and later on ung nick name n lang ni Dao ming sui.. which is Asui.. and then un!!! naging Aso!!! gawa un ni SD!! Kaasar!! kc rin daw i look like a dog and talk like one whenever i speak in english!! hmmp!! but its ok.. i'm confident that i'm not!! hmmp!! taas ng confidence level noh!! kc a lot of my blockm8s n girl hindi maintidihan kung bkit dog coz they said i don't luk lyk one!! (TOTOO YAN!!) hmmp!!! specific name gusto nyo kung cno and nagsbi nun?? MARAMI masydo pag cnabi ko!! hehe!! c ness n lang at mary tanong nyo.. mataas n reliability nun.. hehe!! bye.. put some comments on my tag board!! k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-108884570174798942?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/108884570174798942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=108884570174798942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108884570174798942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108884570174798942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/07/why-dog.html' title='Why dog??'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-108884474334404095</id><published>2004-07-03T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T01:52:23.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am i called frenchter??</title><content type='html'>kc in class everytime i speak in english hindi nila me maintindihan!! hehe!! kakaasar nga e!! maybe bcause i speak too fast.. tpos minsan p when i'm talking to myself nagmurmurmur me.. and they thought i'm talking to them in english!! haha!! cute!! bwiset!! haha!! i love my blockm8s!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-108884474334404095?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/108884474334404095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=108884474334404095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108884474334404095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108884474334404095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/07/why-am-i-called-frenchter.html' title='Why am i called frenchter??'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-108878446614452091</id><published>2004-07-02T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T09:07:46.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat a day!!!</title><content type='html'>Friday!! my favorite day!! hehe!! kc isa lang class nmin.. and today we're already done at 8:30!! cool!!! after nung class npasama me sa mga classm8 ko pra magbadminton!! from 10am to 2 pm.. first time ko lang ulit magbadminton!!! since grade 4 or 5 ata?? nway we played a lot!! at sa lhat ng game ko talo me..(cry..) first game ko kming dalwa ng gf ko.. Pa poice palagi khit hindi marunong!!! ganda nya tlaga!!! serve nga lang d pa makapagpasonk e!! hehe!! joke! joke! joke!! then my next game, i'm with jelo n.. magaling daw sya sbi nila.. so i was confident that we can win n!!! but we didn't.. how sad..&lt;br /&gt;after playing badminton.. c jelo, lynard and me went straight sa Robinson para magwatch ng Spiderman2!! umalis kmi sa cour ng quarter to 2 at dumating kmi ng 3!!! imagine that!! hindi p us naglulunch!! haha!! and then nung n sa RP n kmi we ate r lunch sa..  gues nyo?? hehe!! wer else!! TOkYo(2x)!! &lt;br /&gt;After eating lunch at 3:30 pm!! we went straight to see the movie!! at d na kmi nakaabot dun sa isang sched!! so we waited until 420 in the other cinema.. sa thriller nug movie tolog kming dalwa ni jelogs!! The movie was nice, but not that great, but you won't be dissapointed!! got the idea??!! hehe!! it ended around 630 to 7 pm.. i was very exhausted then.. not only because of the game earlier but i was already hungry!!! damn!!! mga 8 n kmi nkauwi.. tpos pagdating nmin sa bhay ALA pang fud!!! nagdinner kmi nina jelo mga 930 n.. &lt;br /&gt;after dinner, nagbilliards nmn kmi!!! mga 3 games!! at hindi me natalo ni jelogs!! hahaha!!! and the nagEVO n naman kmi!!! after this day BEGGAR N KO!!!! HEHE!! BYE YOU ALL!! keep visiting my page!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-108878446614452091?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/108878446614452091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=108878446614452091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108878446614452091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108878446614452091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/07/wat-day.html' title='Wat a day!!!'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-108861256983163805</id><published>2004-06-30T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T09:22:49.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Fun</title><content type='html'>This morning i was kinda depressed cause of some news that really dissapoint me.. but still i attended my class.. after the class i was still sad and i kept walking to our next rumm with a friend (c Gay).. we were walking slowly from lab 11 to room 321.. (it's kinda far.. from 4th-3rd floor kc un..) when we were going down the stairs, suddenly i run hastly back to the lab, thinking i forgot my glasses.. (leaving gay alone) then when i'm almost near to our lab i finally realized something and went back to gay shouting bad words to myself.. hehe!!! She then asked me what was wrong and i said i "i thought i forgot my glasses somewhere in the lab!" then she laughed hard!! Coz i was wearing it all the time!!! hehe!!! joke!!joke!! joke!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-108861256983163805?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/108861256983163805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=108861256983163805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108861256983163805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108861256983163805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/06/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for Fun'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7460310.post-108840913908303623</id><published>2004-06-28T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T00:52:19.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>testing..</title><content type='html'>lalng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7460310-108840913908303623?l=gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/feeds/108840913908303623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7460310&amp;postID=108840913908303623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108840913908303623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7460310/posts/default/108840913908303623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gjdfrenchter.blogspot.com/2004/06/testing.html' title='testing..'/><author><name>Gjefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601673923993626806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
