Bodyache (Part 3)

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Okay. As I've said, J.M. invited me over to his rented apartment. I didn't think much of it but I was so hoping that it will lead to us to hooking up. It was a Tuesday night when he texted me. He said that he was now all alone in his apartment which he shares with 2 of his colleagues. Ans so I packed everything that I was doing and I hurried along to his apartment. He met me on the street outside and led me to a series of alley to their pad.

When we went in his apartment, he gave me a seat. He was still in his working clothes so he just excused himself and changed. It was a humid night then so he didn't bother to put on a shirt. It was such a turn on. This is it, it's really happening!, I thought. My heart was pounding by this time.

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Japanese Bathhouse

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I have never been to a bath house in my life. My knowledge about bath houses all came from blogs - gay blogs.  I discovered in those blogs that in bathhouses in the Philippines, you should leave all your shyness at the door because everybody walks around naked with cock whipping and balls hanging. There is a wet area where you can find the baths, sauna, steam room and shower. They say that's where the action takes place. So in short, you go to bathhouses if your looking for some titillating escapade.

So that's what got me excited when I found out that I am going to go to a bathhouse here in Japan. Well aside from experiencing an authentic bathhouse for the first time, I would get to a see a sausage fest of sorts, have a relaxing massage, and hopefully experience some Japanese fun. I was darn nervous but excited.

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Bodyache (Part 2)

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As scheduled, J.M. (the guy from my previous blog - Departures) came back for his therapy. He was as adorable and charming as ever, not to mention smelling good too. I did the usual to him until we got to the manual part. As usual, I started with his upper back and shoulders. I asked him how the tape was. He said that it was okay. His pain, as he said, decreased a bit and he was able to work without thinking about it. I joked that he doesn't need to come to therapy anymore because he's feeling alright. He quickly, said that he still feels some pain on his shoulder and chest. I was laughing inside, because I found his reaction quite cute. It didn't matter if he was flirting or just malingering. I was just happy he still wanted to come back to therapy. I moved to his arm again as always. And as usual, all that we did was exchange smiles and glances while I do his arm. I would glance at him and he smiles back. He'll glance at me with his cute smile and I smile back then look away. Now thinking about it, I feel like a teenager then, caught without words in front of my crush. Writing about it now makes me blush and very giddy.

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Bodyache (Part 1)

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Yeah. It started with a body ache. J.M. was a patient of mine. (He's the guy from Departures.) He had an aching pain on his neck and shoulders which goes to his arm and elbow. I was his therapist so I'll be the one to oversee his treatment and recovery.


The first time I saw him consulting the doctor, I hoped he gets to be my patient. He stood a little shorter than me, fair-skinned, with a medium size body. He was always smiling and seemed to be outgoing. As if destined, his chart was handed to me and I became his permanent therapist.

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Symptoms

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Lately, I'm feeling some nagging discomfort in my throat. It has been three days since this started. And as it stay present in my body, the more I worry. What concerns me most is that it's more serious that I think. But since I'm on a vacation, I don't want my relative, any of my relatives to worry and overreact. I just want to finish my time here in vacation-land before I face what needs to be faced. So since I don't want to tell anyone, but want to share to someone, I'll just write it down here.

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Not Activated

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I have always thought that I have a keen sense of seeing homosexual tendencies from others. That is, I think I have an excellent gaydar. I could almost always tell if a person (note: person - guy or girl) is straight or not. It's wired through my keen sense of observation and instinct, and my vast database of experience (feeling expert). I guess, it was also rooted in my younger years when I was trying to find out who else is like me, like Professor X trying to look for other mutants.

But now, I noticed that my gaydar is not functioning as it used to. Before I could tell if a person I look (or stare) at is gay or not. I kinda figured out how my gaydar works. When I stare at a person, I'll try to observe what his reaction is. Would he stare back? Would it be long? Will he look back the second time? Will he stop and stare? Will he approach me? Will he use hand or body signals? Those things will be processed in my brain. Logic plus instinct equals gay or not.

But as I've said, it seemed to be losing its power. I can't tell if the Japanese or Americans or the hybrids I see or talk to are gay or not or have tendencies. That's sad. How can I explore the 'assets' of this foreign land if I can't tell who's game. It's too risky to just assume. Many here are army men, which is on one hand exciting but on the other, dangerous.

I think, just like my mobile phone service, I forgot to activate its roaming service. Gaydar is down until further notice. And like me, it's also in vacation.
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Where your heart is - Home

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I've been here in Japan for almost a week now and I started to dream about home. I dreamed about my home, my family, and my friends. Then I thought, is that my mind saying to me that I'm missing home? Am I not enjoying it here that my mind wants me to see home?

I pondered on a lot of explanations why the setting of my dreams is home. (1) Maybe I don't want to work abroad. Or maybe I want to work, but just for a little while, like 1-3 years. Working in a foreign land can provide a fairly higher amount of salary compared to what you'll get in the Philippines for the same amount of work. But for me, I'd rather choose to work in my homeland where my family and my friends are.

(2) Maybe I am just so used to doing what I wanted to do whenever I want to. There's a certain familiarity in your hometown that you can do pretty much anything not minding anyone else. You have full control of your actions and the situation. In a foreign land, there are a lot of barriers that one would have to face - communication barriers, transportation barriers, and financial barriers among others. Also logistics can be a problem.

Lastly, (3) Maybe because I am so fed up living in a relatives house that I want just for once to live in my own place, follow my own rules. You see, when you live in someone else's house, you can't help but oblige to their requests. After all, they are the ones who give you a roof over your head and food for sustenance. There's no choice but to obey, especially for Filipinos where 'pakikisama' is important.

Well, if ever I get the chance to work abroad, I want to do it in my own merit and live on my own. It may be convenient and even practical to start a new with relatives around. But how can I even start anew if I would still do the same thing I do back in my country, that is being a free-loader.
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Blame it on the alcohol (2)

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Now, blame it on Gilbey's Gin & Red Horse Beer. We were at the beach then. There were six of us - 2 girls and 4 boys. We decided to pitch some tents by the sea and drink the night away.

We were all set. We laid our picnic cloth and set-up our tents. We even brought with us sleeping bags in case we can't make it to our rest house. Chips were our pulutan. Our primary alcohol was gin and our chaser, beer. Sounds nasty? Yeah. It was.

In just about an hour of drinking, we were feeling the buzz. Normally, I don't get drunk easily. Normally, I will be the one last standing. But this was no normal times. It was me who got the worst night.

Feeling dizzy and tipsy. I invited my friends for a dip in the sea. I usually swim or take a bath whenever I wanted to regain control and rid of the buzz. But this time, it was not as effective as I expected.

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