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MJ’s 2nd Death Anniversary

Posted in Headlines, tagged Asian Dyna, Michael Jackson on June 30, 2011| Leave a Comment »

Fans toast Jackson on 2nd anniversary of his death

Here’s something I wrote about Michael Jackson’s death.

First published at FHM Philippines, July 20, 2009 | 01:10PM

While a few weeks have already passed, Michael Jackson’s death remains big news. Although his fame was mostly in the 70s and 80s, his passing affects generations – young and old alike. It is difficult to be indifferent about his demise because there is a little of Michael Jackson in all of us.

He was arguably the most exciting performer of his time. At the same time, he was probably the most unconventional entertainer. His dancing style was unorthodox and was known for his moonwalks and crotch-grabbing dance moves. He had a unique high-pitched singing style that was occasionally punctuated with yells, squeals, deep breaths and titters. He even dressed differently with sequined socks, single glove, military-type tops and multi-zippered jackets.

As years went by, Michael slowly transformed into a bizarre figure. His nose became narrower, his skin paler, his chin more prominent and his hair straighter than ever before. He even spoke in a breathy, juvenile voice. It appeared like he was a little boy trapped in a grown man’s body. He had a chimpanzee for a best friend and constantly surrounded himself with children. He lived in Neverland, a fantasy playground filled with toys, rides and animals. Because of his outrageous ways and lifestyle, he was often referred to as “Wacko Jacko.”

It seemed that he was forever trying to challenge the norms of society. His very essence was all about waging war against stereotypes. And this is where I feel a certain connection with Michael. In my own way, I may be a wacko too because I also try to defy gravity. I own and run a company that operates in a male-dominated market and I secretly post sexy photos in the net for kicks.

Love him or hate him, there is no escaping Michael Jackson even in death. Whether we like it or not, we are affected by his death because we somehow see part of ourselves in him. To me, his death is tragic. It means that there is one less wacko in this world today.

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Maintaining Anonymity

Posted in Daily Spread, tagged anonymity, Asian, Asian Dyna, ass, bed, blogging, boobs, butt, fetish, girl, naked women, naughty, nude women, panties, photos, pictures, secret identity, sensual, sex, sexy, smile on June 27, 2011| 9 Comments »

As bloggers, most of us go to great lengths in keeping our real identities a secret. But the real question is: Do we really want to be completely anonymous?

First published at FHM Philippines, January 29, 2009 | 01:10PM

I Know You

A strange thing happened to me while I was at the mall during the last holiday season. As I was walking towards the escalator, I saw this man from a distance. He was wearing a shiny, dark blue football shirt. His jogging pants, with buttons on the side, were also dark blue. He wore rubber shoes with dark blue accents, too. He certainly seemed like a staunch advocate of all that is dark blue – but that was not the reason why I noticed him. He caught my attention because he looked oddly familiar.

I continued to stare at him, racking my brains trying to remember where I saw him before. He was heading towards the same escalator I was going to take and I knew we would both get to it at the same time. Good. It was a chance for me to have a closer look at this man. When we were about two feet apart, I finally realized who he was. He was someone who regularly looks at my internet photos.

Because of this little thing I do for in the internet, many things have been sent to my email, among them are photos of those who look at my contributions. While I appreciate the gesture, I don’t exactly save all the files I get. I breeze through the myriad of photos, reply when necessary, and then discard. It is practically impossible for me to associate the pics I get with real life persons I encounter on the streets. However this particular incident in the mall proved otherwise. Of course it also helped that this individual had distinct features: completely bald head and bushy eyebrows.

When I finally realized who that man was, I was filled with excitement. I have chatted with this man many times. He has written me several emails. He knows my every photo. But I had no clue if I rang a bell in his mind or not.

I wanted to know if he recognized me. It was annoying that he was directly behind me on the down-ward escalator. I could not get a good look at his facial reaction. I had to improvise. I moved my head to the right, pretending to look at the shops. Then I tried to look at him from the corner of my eye. To my dismay, all I could see was his chest. If I moved my eyeball any further, it would have popped out.

Some of you would ask me about the possibility of being recognized outside of cyberworld. I always brushed that notion off. I never wanted to be recognized. I take all precautions to make sure that I do not get noticed. Well, this was before this mall incident. At that time, I actually wanted to know if I looked familiar, if he recognized me.

I was going nuts on that escalator. I probably blended in with everybody else in the mall. He must have been thinking of something really important. I was probably not his type. He must have been in a rush to get to wherever he was heading. Whatever it was, I thought that I was doing a good job of making sure I remained anonymous in cyberworld. But on the other hand, I was dying of curiosity. I just had to know if he recognized me. Unfortunately, I was not able to get a clear view of his facial expression. Thoughts of regret raced through my head. I should have tossed my hair to catch his attention. I should have followed him. I should have nudged him. I should have turned around and smiled at him. If I did any of these, I would have gotten my answer.

As I reached the end of the escalator, he walked passed me. He continued walking briskly until he vanished in the crowd. I missed my chance.

I guess I will just be left hanging until I get another chance to recognize any of you – wherever, whenever. But next time this happens, I will not be at a loss. I will know exactly what to do.