My childhood days I can still recall. Some of it vividly
etched in my mind that sometimes even the smell of it comes
floating back in moments of stillness. Like
tonight. The lights from those street posts
that I can see from my veranda provides an
illuminating view of my past life, where even at this wee
hours of the night, I would be scavenging for leftover
foods from garvage bins below those streetlamps. And
whatever food I can find will be shared by us, my
fellow scavengers. And those empty milk and soap
cartons. Yes. Those cartons were
our only earthly treasures then. Just like foods that we
can scour, those cartons help us to survive the hard and
unfeeling coldness of pavements where we slept our daily hunger
away.
I remembered the time I was taken to an orphanage. This is where I lost my virginity. The
female helper of the orphange who goes by the name of Busyang, has taken a liking for me.
She secretly taught me the rudiments of sex, and was so starved for sex that she soon
gave me things I never thought I could have just to have sex with
her. She gave me a notebook and a ballpen. These were the
very first two things that I own. She taught me how
to write and read. in between sex. Her fondness for sex led to my ejection from the
orphanage. The two of us were caught having intercourse in the
kitchen while she was cleaning fish. I really could not fathom
her craving for sex, because she told me to insert
my penis to her cunt from behind, while she cleans fish. We were
caught by the lady administrator of the orphange while my penis was
deep in her cunt with me embracing her from behind and my face,
hair, and arms full of fish scales.
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Hey its already past 2 in the morning and Ill be catching a plane. Time to sleep. To be
continued upon arrival .
sulpot posted on Feb 19, 2007
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Comments
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mommyof2 said on Feb 19, 2007....
wow !! It's got to be different for men...how did this make you feel? Did you like it? How old were you? I have been there too just wanted to know your point of view... -
sulpot said on Feb 20, 2007....
You are also like me? Wow ! Welcome to my world. It seems those responsible
for our coming simply hates us . I dunno about you. But in my case I was left on
the sidewalk. I live and survive on the streets, went to an orphanage, was ejected
and returned again to the streets, controlled and utilized my anger to serve my
survival and educational quest. Please visit my blog at http:// angersponge.blogspot.com A lot of thanks, mommyof2 for taking the time to comment. I really appreciate your coming right up front. -
queenparanoia said on Feb 20, 2007....
ohmygod really that happened to you??? it must be really hard overcming it! but i hope you do overcome this. -
sulpot said on Feb 20, 2007....
Yes, queen. Once I was one of those street urchins plying the streets of Iloilo. I
dunno if you still remember Downton Cafe at JM Basa. That restaurant was our
favorite since the Chinese owner was good to us. Leftover foods by customers
were usually given to us before they close at night. And we slept on the pavement
in front of that restaurant. There were other parts of the City were we used to look for food to survive Fort San Pedro was also a place were we usually went to beg for food since there was once a skating rink there and many rich people go there
during Saturdays and Sundays. Queen, thank you for dropping by. These memories of childhood past actually, I do cherish and everytime I am in Iloilo I would go to Fort San Pedro, talk to children begging for money or food, and encourage them to value education more than anything else to succeed in life.
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queenparanoia said on Feb 20, 2007....
yup i remember that place. i dont know if it still exist. yup its really sad that even here in iloilo street childrens are still existing. i dont know if the governent is doing something about it. or are they busy with the upcoming elections. well i'm happy to know that you are okay and well today. be strong and have faith in God. -
sulpot said on Feb 21, 2007....
Thank you, Queen I really appreciate your concern.