YOUTH AND ME

Have you ever climb the 2nd floor to enter the house because you go out and drink together with your friends? Or you leave the house without getting the permission of your parent because you are thinking that they would not allow you to go out.

Friends? I had much, not that I counted on the fingers of hands and feet ..With boys, women, gay, lesbian.
hay! You think how I relate to them? I cant explain eh.

Different behavior, arrogant, simple, dramatic, annoying and naughty.

"Elementary" dry cold cheek scattered wipe it wrong reasons. The morning glory have not been washed since  your friend is  excited to to play game calling on the door hole.

Go out of the house carrying a tin of milk with filled with different toys. While playing tanzan you are trying to hide something because of un sewed short that might cause of showing your uncut young penis.
Sometimes you forced to squeeze your  legs because they might hear the steam you fart. Or suddenly you run because you already pissed  on your pants.
While playing, I felt a stick that smootly landing to  my virgin butt. You are not aware that your mother is crazy looking to find you. Those are the things I experienced when I was elementary.

"High School

I love to hang in the corridors of the School, I don't mind wether my neck is fractured just to look for my crush , I'm still not stop 'til when our eyes meet and feel that he might be looking at me.I feel like im in heaven when he smile at me and saying are you okey? Sometimes I'm playing FLAMES game and expecting the result of ENGAGE… how I weird . One time where in the same jeepney going to school.I feel nervous, I cant talk…. I don't know what is happening to me that time.

They say that "masturbation" is bad because you are imagining naked someone just to release something unexplained.

I don't know, What is  important is when im doing this naughty thing I enjoyed ... One time my classmate is celebrating his birthday  and all of us are invited. After the dinner we all started to drink. Were all drunk. Then I follow him to the bedroom. Headache, hard to sleep. I knew it was anonymous sleeping  next  to me. I gradually embraced the unconscious drunk. I feel nervous that time. suddenly I'm excited. He hugged and kissed me. I'm afraid in what we are doing. Something happened to us.

First time.
"College"  If you are rich you can afford to go to college. That's what they say. And that is the reality. How about the poor? What about them? I do experienced bar hopping, Malling, sex, all that.

The years passed quickly. Im a doctor right now in a private hospital near in Quezon City. Im still thinking  about  what happen to him. Where is he now?

I hope that he can read this story…..hope that we can see each other.

This is my life? Whats yours?