Confessions of a Devoted Sinner

Who can blame me? I see so many things, I hear so many sounds and I feel a few uncontrollable sensations while the holy Catholic mass is ongoing. Please forgive me, Oh Lord, as I, your devotee, a scarred sinner, inside your holy sanctuary, is distracted as usual.

Dear Lord, I have to admit that the finely designed, with fine cloth, garb Cassock of the priest always stir my curiosity. Is that thing expensive?

Another question to you my Almighty: those flower decorations down the lectern and scattered around the pulpit and at the base of the altar, do they really appease you? What can you say about them? I am really curious to hear your opinion about it. Aren’t we supposed to have an economic crisis as what the priest always tell when we are about to give alms? How about in your end My Lord? Do you have fluctuation of exchange rates and stock markets as well? How’s trading today?

Another concern that I tell You is about the cat! Yes, the cat! It’s a blackish gray cat but I think this cat here inside the church wants to have a contest with me with church attendance and to prove me that I am not the most devoted person inside here. This gray green-eyed cat is always present here in all the holy masses that I attended and I have the notion that even if I am not around, this cat still goes to masses. I really find it disturbing! Despite all these distractions, I feel that this cat is very lucky because if it’s as devoted as I think it is, this feline is surely less sinful than I am. This creature might have prayed to you Lord, did it confess something as well?

It is early Sunday morning Oh dear Lord but I hear a snore just in the row behind mine. I am really very curious Oh Lord and I want to look who it is but that would be an embarrassing thing to do if I do look over my shoulder to see “who it is”. Hmmm… let me sit in a slightly angled position so I can see from the corner of my eye… Oh! That’s an old man! Did he go for a night out? I wonder why he snores that loud as the priest delivers the sermon. I have to say I yawned for at least seven times but at least I am not sleeping and NOT snoring. That is very embarrassing and it does catch my attention more than anything else. Now I cannot stop thinking the cause of this old man’s sleepiness. I also understand the rhythm of his snore more than the message in the priest’s sermon! Oh, please pardon me Oh Lord.

The couple in front of me, now that the old man has stopped snoring, they are really distracting. She is very fat and he is very bald! He reminds me of my very own hair which is also near bald. I'm 35 and now I think of my thinning hair. This is a usual caucasian man's nigh mare: the hair. Now the couple, they are actually arguing about something but I cannot figure it out. So bad, the priest is preparing for the communion and I must bow my head. Although she tries to make the arguments in whisper, I still cannot put myself into concentration. Why can’t they be quiet like me? Like a real devotee? Oh Lord, I can only imagine your amused face when you see all of us down here.

Do you know Lord that some of your believers are really disgusting? A woman picked the fallen “ostia” or “the body of Christ” when her tongue missed it as the lay minister offered it to her? I mean, can you imagine the “body of Christ” or… can I say Your body?...did fall down the floor? That must have caused you a real thud!

Indeed my Lord, I’m physically present inside your sanctuary but I am mentally absent. Good thing is, I know you forgive me. I know that you fully understand. Should you have done another reaction if you’re in my shoes?

As Bravo Tells It

"When can I ever take some rest?" This is the question Bravo asks almost every night. This is the very same question he is asking now as he lies tired on her breasts as she heaves them up and down in a relaxed rhythm. "Is she asleep now"? Bravo wondered. He knows she's very fond of him and she prefers to use him at night.

His name is Bravo. She has a profound addiction, or shall we say, attachment, to him. She enjoys being with him.. she enjoys using him! He knows the reason but he cannot do anything to prevent it. Why? He also enjoys the attention she gives. And why does she like him? "It's a hell of a story!" Bravo exclaimed as his sleepiness vanished in the air as he recounted his memories.

This is her logo:
She is a blogger, a webbie lady!

Call me Bravo. That is my name. I met her back in 2007. It was in Kuala Lumpur, which everyone comfortably calls KL. She was in her hotel and she became a bit bored, thus, she decided to make something of use to the world. Can you imagine she has something like that running in her thoughts? Deep inside, you would know that she is very patriotic but you can't see it from the surface. I know it since I am a very close companion to her. I know everything!

As I tell you her story, I also would like to show you the scrapbook I created for all her writing endeavors. I just love this creative work that I designed. I was so inspired by her work and passions and this [scrapbook] actually gave, and is still giving, me more strength and motivation to stay more and longer hours each night. All you need to do is press the image and you will see the "real" story in that image.

"I want my countrymen to know what I think. How I wish they embrace my ideas so that the country will improve a bit," that was her thought back there in the KL Chinatown Hotel. A few minutes later, she was with me. We were creating her first ever blog dedicated to her nation! "Oh how admirable," I thought and from that very moment I was immediately falling for her: at least for her thoughts and talents and ideals - you know when people are young and full of dreams, right? The name of that blog was "I Love Philippines Too". She is 100% Filipina and the theme and contents of the blog is therefore not a mystery to me nor to anyone else. Later on however, we away from Malaysia, back to the Philippines, then crossed the continent together to the Mediterreaneous mountainous Italy and now we are here in the coldic Nordic Netherlands!

All the contents of that blog that was her very first, all the writings in it, all the widgets, all these useless stuff and all the time she spent and is still spending for this blog, I was and still am, with her. Can you see how loyal and trustworthy I am? Eventually she deleted that blog and made a new one with the same theme. You might wonder why. Although this is a secret, I can tell you, but promise me you will not tell any other soul, a'it? Her Adsense account was disabled!

"Why!? Why!? Why!? Grrr..." I can still picture her with that catlike purring over her disabled account. It gives me a wiiiiiiide, in fact an ear-to-ear grin, when I remember her in that very instant. Soon she got over it: she made a new Google account, then she made multiple blogs aimed to specific items such as food and health, travel and exploration, a personal blog, a computer and web-related blog, a photo blog, and the latest in addition is a literary practice blog. All these blogs were added in 2008 and the latest one was added recently. She added them gradually and she also learned a lot from them. And hey! Never forget that her very first blog is not lost through the air.

"I Love Philippines Too" remains with a very good Page Rank from Google. Her writings in that blog? Don't ask me as people both like and dislike what she writes there. But for me? I can say that she simply wishes to awaken the senses of her fellowmen. Her writings at times stir up anger and intrigues but make them think over. Can you imagine she even made an entry about the pissing issues of undisciplined, shameless Filipino men? Such a disgusting topic! I bet that post made many Filipinos get pissed off! Ha! Ha! Ha! I can still picture out the image she posted there. In fact, it is one of my memorabilia in the scrapbook!

Can you see that she has at least seven blogs? But I have to tell you she has more than that. In her first ever blog, she was so idealistic with it and its contents. She was so focused with it at first and made many friends online only by blog hopping, commenting, etcetera. That was the moment before she discovered Entrecard. She eventually added some widgets like traffic or visitor counter, visitors' map, instant widgets, and a lot more stuffs that sometimes makes me dizzy only if I think of them.

"What is blogging for me?" She once asked while doing her usual stuffs with all these blogs. I was staring at her when she asked herself of such question. "Is she nuts?" This I had to ask myself that time. I still like her, y'now. I feel of very high value once she is so near and touching me.... using me. I am not hopeless, nor am I pathetic, I assure you that. And hey! I warn you! Don't lecture me about infatuation although I have to admit who can resist when she sleeps with me? My wholeness lying hot in her breasts or bossom? Ohhh life... Sigh... How beautiful it can get sometimes.

Presently she is more focused with her computer-and-web-related blog and all the same, we are always together. She has been telling some online buddies of her that she earned at least USD 300 from paid posts in this blog but to tell you the truth? I really cannot sort out which post is paid and which one is regular. She is good at mixing and matching, y'know!

This is one of her most googleable
posts in her web-related blog. She receives traffic courtesy of this post. The tutorial is great! As usual, "WE" wrote it together.

That question she asked of herself? She actually wouldn't have difficulty answering it if she is really to answer it. She does not really write crap. I mean, she writes well compared to the many bloggers around who simply put up a blog to earn some cents and discover their ads account getting deleted or disabled or banned or whatever term you bloggers use! Well... we all need money, right? Thus, I don't blame those bloggers.

Let me answer her million dollar question on blogging as I believe I am of more authority to answer it than she has. She blogs for all those who need help. She blogs for those who need to be inspired. She blogs for the unhealthy. She blogs to retain the special moments of her life. She blogs for memories. She blogs for those who need encouragement. She blogs for all those who are blinded. She blogs for her friends. She blogs for you. She blogs for me. She blogs for the world! Blogging has become a strict part of her life, and so am I.

I have actually a lot of stories about her. I know all... literally all about her blogging life. All her frustrations, her dreams, you name it, Bravo knows it! And me? Do you want to hear my story?

I love her but I am tired at times. She prefers to use me at night. She has a full time job during the day. She leaves me at home in the morning. That is when I take some rest. But night is always night and everyone wants some rest at night. I too wish it. She must understand. How I wish she does. She must value my existence. I know she does value me but she overworked me most of the time.

And how is your relationship to each other?" I know you are to ask me this question. I can read minds. I answer you as I know you would demand some explanation. She is my Blogger Lady... my Webbielady... and... and... I am her Laptop. She writes with me and the very moment she acquired me, she named me Bravo. Now let me wish you a good night. I deserve an excellent and undisturbed rest.

Her Last Laugh

She was his childhood companion. She could not remember exactly when did they meet but for sure he was only a teenager by then. He is a very grown man now. He is near forty to be exact. In fact, he is so much different from before and for a long number of years that the have been together, she knows that he has a very strong attachment to her. Not even his previous flings, girl friends or even his wife can make their connection malfunction. "Oh yes and NOT even his wife who surely despises me!" She grunted this with both pride and a bit of anguish.

She is too glad that he is holding her now. "Oohh what a beautiful life," she muttered. He keeps on touching her, holding her and taking her near his lips every now and then. She feels like she is floating in the clouds working their way to the gates of heaven. It is such a lovely feeling, an ultimate pleasure, something that is to die for. He keeps doing his thing to her and she overly enjoys it.

Now that her life is almost at the 50% level, she thinks for a while amidst the great pleasure that she feels. She would be finished soon, she would be an amber-turned-ash substance very soon and she is very much aware of it. "Who cares about my end? I am a resurrected element and I know I would live again," she thought to herself with so much courage and confidence. She could even hear herself chuckling at that very thought.

She likes him so much and the fact that he is so attached to her: the past her, the present her and the future her, even make her more excited to be with him. He enjoys her company. He stays with her at least twenty times each day and she is so proud of him. This realization caused her to create a soft mirthless laugh.

It is almost over now. She has an even shorter life to live in this instant and she has to feel every pleasure she could get. His wife hates him for being so attached to her. She is happy that she always win him over his wife. She is a winner. He needs her. The wife is nothing. The wife is a loser. She is so happy with this thought and for the last moment, she emitted the light of life. She smiled, as she could hardly make a laugh now, for the last time before he crushed her consumed yet still lighted remains in the ash tray.

Their Lip-to-Lips Encounter

She noticed it’s starting to get dark already. It is spring and they are in Western Europe thus the sun sets later in the night. At eight in the evening the sun is still blazing. Thus, she estimates that it is past eleven with the darkness swallowing the space around them. They are alone. Although he looks ragged and exhausted this time she could sense his satisfaction as he continues to hold her. The closer he takes her to his own lips the more satisfied he gets. She feels the same sensation.

“Why do I feel so special when I’m with him”? She asked herself. The quiet night has made their togetherness even closer. The cool breeze, passing through that terrace where they are in at the third floor of the apartment, can make someone shiver if alone, but not in their case as they have each other.

“Hmmmm… gratifying!” He moaned the moment he parted his lips and meeting hers. It made her whole being proud again. This statement from him proved her value once again. He looks more relaxed now. As she looks at him, she realizes that she missed him so much. It has been weeks or even more than a month since they last met and feel this beautiful moment that they offer to each other. “Oh yes! This feeling is mutual and the pleasure is reciprocal”, she boldly thought.
“Is he even aware how glad I am?” She wondered. Sometimes she resent him for taking her for granted. He sees her lesser these days and this fact makes her feel really ignored. But she is patient enough about this and she perseveres. The pleasure of having him is immeasurable and she is certain that in a way or another, he’d be needing her.

The night is getting colder and it’s almost midnight. She’s lost in her thoughts despite the repeated meetings of their lips. “What makes him busy? Why he sees me less frequent these months? Is it his wife? His kids?” She tried to explore the possibilities but getting an answer to each question is futile. She simply hopes she knows why. She would understand as what she always do to him: understand and persevere and be patient.

It’s past midnight. She’s back to her alert mode as he played her whole being with his warm touches. She likes it so much. She wants to be with him as long as possible. But with this deep sensation, when he touches her in a strange and satisfying manner like this, as what he always does, she knows that it is time for him to go soon. She is both happy and sad at this very moment. Happy that they met again yet she is unhappy to think that in few minutes, their ways would separate again.

He continued stroking her. Then in an unexpected instant, he pulled her lip closer to his. It’s the last shot. She took a glance at his bottle of liquor and it’s empty. She knew very well, time to be apart. A wine glass will not serve him. She is of no use for him anymore, till their next meeting when he has a new bttle of liquor to open and pour. She needs to be washed now and kept.

He’s done with her at least for now. He sipped the last drop of her gratifying, heating alcohol content. Sometimes she regrets being a wine glass as he slammed her on the table after his last sip. She’s alone now and she feels very cold, without him and with her contents all sipped by him.

How She Wish She Could Stay...

She doesn’t know how long he’s been holding her. But it must have been for quite some time. She feels warm in his hands already and she was lost in this feeling. She was so lost that she could not even identify for how this good feeling has been settling in her senseless senses. “He likes me,” she thought with pride.

He is one of the best companions she has ever met. When they met the other day he simply took her around but the moment he decided to know her deeply, he was drawn into her… also deeply. Thus, from that moment onwards he never left her: he continued trying to know her the best way he can. The idea is, the better he knows her, the more enjoyment, and the more pleasure he could feel for her. He took her wherever he goes around, even just around the apartment: bedroom, kitchen, living room, the bathroom! Oh yes, the bathroom! She despises the bathroom moments though.

She tries to forget the bad feelings she has for his acts; no bad sentiments for him absolutely, but only for his acts, as she likes him so good. No one has paid interest to her so far more than he does. The touches he gives her, if she thinks of those moments she can do nothing but murmur “oohhh hmmmm” so softly. The urgency of his needs for her, “Oh lovely!” He is such a wonderful and adorable being for her. She’s so glad they met.

They have been together for few days and now that he has spent a lot of very high quality time with her, she knows that something will make them apart. She just know it by instinct and with the thought alone, she shivers. “How I wish we can be together like this forever” she desperately thought. However, she knows for sure that no matter how close to each other they get, there is always a hindrance or two or even more to their togetherness.

How can she stay with him? This thought, she actually has been thinking since the day he laid hands to her but this question cannot be positively answered. She thinks again as to how but there can’t be any solution. They have to be separated and all she can do now is feel the moment and cherish the feeling. Indeed, feel this very moment of the most wonderful hours of her life. “No need to think ahead, the beautiful present is here,” she tried to comfort herself with this thought.

She was smiling to herself as he touch her even more rapidly and with more urgency. She knows he is coming there... in the climax... and this thought made her even more happy. Oh yes! He is coming there. One more… one more… one more page and he came to the climax of her story and then he'd come to the end. Tomorrow she’ll be back to her lonely shelf in the Central Library but for the time being she is happy. Very happy in fact.

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