Good Day

For some reason, I live most of my relationships thinking that the guys never like me as much as I like them, with perhaps the exception of Ethan. Which by the way has already booked a flight down to Singapore sometime in mid-January. He got tired of freezing his ass off in Europe, and I wanted to go to the Manson concert in Bangkok with someone cool, that I can tolerate and manipulate. I know

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Asian Blog Awards

This is odd. I know I've a fair amount of readers (and just like the number of people I've slept with, I'm not telling how many) and I know I write relatively well, and even if not, then I write relatively engagingly, but to be nominated Best Journal? That’s nice, whoever initiated it, and I’m grateful. Although for what, I don’t really know. Of course, all recognition is good, and to have your

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Under-sexed

If I can help it, I’ll not go without sex for a week again, ever. Élan took time off work yesterday afternoon, firstly because he had nothing to do since the people in the London office were all still on holiday, and secondly because he thought I’d be more amusing company. He didn’t ask me over though, I think he’s got a thing for getting me to ask myself over. I was extremely busy, the spring

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Fuck Singtel

I’ve lots of shit things to say, as usual, but am in too bad a mood to do anything about it. I hate Singtel. It’s the epitome of an evil ex-monopolist, and thank God it’s no longer a monopolist. I hope it folds and dies. The cheating, sniveling, shitty public relations and stupid shitty rates and outrageously troublesome shit you’ve to go through to switch plans. Fuckity, fuckity, fuck. I’m

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End of Story

No, nothing tragic has happened during the past few days, aside from the fact that I think I’ve caught a mild case of mumps, and my dear little sister is down with a fever. It had been raining pretty much incessantly after Christmas day, and it was a un-welcomed 21 degrees. I’ve normally no problems with 21 degree weather, but this one was very wet, windy, and something I didn’t expect. I’d

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Biologically Speaking.

‘We’re related by law, but biologically there’s no linking between us. And besides, there are many instances of incest in the bible.’

‘We’re still part of society, and we’ve to follow it. Law, blood whatever, relation is relation and yes this is the 21st century, and certainly I’m not up-tight about a lot of things. But while you or I may think it is all right to flout convention, other people

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How is it Possible

That I am stuck Here, yet be so damned busy all the time. You know, there was an experiment done sometime ago on a set of people chosen at random who had unfortunate physically disabling accidents befall them, to correspond the severity of the accident to the severity of the depression that ensued. The truth was, within the average of 6 months, people normally get back their old spirits. So you

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It's Been Awhile

So it’s not stopped raining for the past 24 hours, I’m stuck in a house with just about the rest of my extended family (and you know how it is with vaguely traditional Chinese families, it is large. We’re talking something like, 20 kids, which apparently according to Esquire, is very appealing for a woman to have. Because girls with huge families are supposed to be a lot more fun).

But I’m

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Brutal, Cruel, and Egotistical.

How is it that some people will choose to be loved out of duty and humanity? And isn’t it a paradox when they cry because they don’t wish to be loved like so, because it’s painful not to be greatly desired by the object of your affections. I suppose some concern is better then none; I don’t think I could understand it. I live in love, and I live comfortably. I’ve never known any hardship, and I’

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I Like Ginger

Especially when it’s candied, and coated in chocolate, but the colour alone is lovely on Élan. Him, for all his ‘man, that girl’s a crazy whore’, is actually a completely lovely boy. I met him after watching the Phantom of the Opera with the Girls, which wasn’t terrible, but a vast disappointment. He’s always trying to get me to go out for drinks with him, but as circumstances would have it, I

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Will and Grace

If you read me on a regular basis, you’d know I’m pretty much a level headed person for all my seemingly wild encounters (this is of course relative to what ‘wild’ is determined by local convention), you’d know I’m generally happy with my life, and glad to have know all the people I’ve slept with. At this point in time, the people I spend much of my time with are people I’ve made love to, and

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Pussy like Blown Glass

I got up at 9 this morning, two hours after the alarm had gone off. It was too hot to run outside, so I decided on a few kilometers on the treadmill. There was a boy who entered after I did, he seemed like he really wanted to chat me up, I didn’t feel like it. I look none too fantastic when I’m running, and I had a blocked nose. Was definitely breathing like an animal. But he waited around

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Living Too Hard

Whenever I miss a couple of days blogging, its usually because I’m just living too hard and too much to have any time I can set aside to write a little something. And when the time does present itself in a little slot trap in the morning after workout and before I leave to either meet my girlfriends or Dr. Seuss, I’m just too tired to do much with it. The more I think about it, the more I

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SEA Whore Catalogue.

Some guy I shot with awhile back, let’s called him Video, gave me the link to his webpage and I’m completely grossing myself out looking at it. It’s not as if the photos are bad, or anything like Terry Richardson’s but it’s the story behind all the girls that really get to me. His gallery is really a collection of South East Asian whores. We had a conversation sometime back, and he gave me

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Desperate girls, Marriage and Materialism.

Morning. Martine. Hard-on. Got up and went straight to the bathroom. ‘Your bladder must be exploding.’ He said to me. ‘Not really, but I’d rather not fuck on a full bladder.’ ‘Who says I’m going to fuck you?’ I look at him like he’s mad. I did fuck him, it did feel good, but it really hurt too. He’d done me sore the night before as it was. As he tied the little rubber sack, I lie

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Shower Head.

I have no idea who Dr Seuss is, but he made me meet him for an afternoon of wine sampling in a little private garden tucked away somewhere in the middle of the city. Aside fromt he staff, we were the only other two persons present. And he’s insisted on taking me to some fancy-pants hotel tomorrow just because I must see the art collection there. And to top it off, he’s completely keen on

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Jealous Bitches

Cupido revealed something to me last night: The rest of the women in his company (and working in the creative industry, the bulk of his employees are women) simply do not like me. They said I was rude, made dirty jokes all the time, and sat with my legs wide open despite the fact that I was in a dress. Oh, and that I’m full of myself. At this point, you must take into account that I’m younger,

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I Shall Not Turn Retail Whore.

Dr Seuss and Dee are not good influences on my moral character. Don’t laugh; honestly. I was never so much into shopping until now, when I actually have the cash to shop. He’s giving me cash (I’ve decided what I do isn’t illegal, because I don’t ask for the money. And anyway, do not have sex for the money, as in we didn't actually have sex), and she’s encouraging me to spend it. I love her style

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Infatuated.

I went over to Martine’s yesterday evening, before I headed over to Zouk Out. We spent most of the time lying in bed, talking, cuddling, and sighing. I had my period, and the bitter, metallic smell of blood completely throws him off, so we didn’t fuck (he actually calls it making love, and is actually really sincere about it. Isn't that sweet.) He was very apologetic , but swore that he wasn’t

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Little Bits of Here and There

This is one thing I absolutely hate about missing a day of blogging; that when I finally get down to it, there’s just way too many things that have happened to write it all down properly. Dee and I went to an old, derelict building to do a photo shoot, which turned out very nicely indeed. The photographer wasn’t dumb after all, just insufferably long-winded, and not very eloquent about it.

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What's wrong with this world?????

How can ppl be so mean!! How!! What's wrong with them fucking hell. If eevrything is competition, even at a fucking club where a customer cant have the time to the day because hse fucking butys her own fuckinng drinks... fuck. whts wriong with akk fo us???????????

Whtas the fucking point of coming up tp me and demenanding "where u from? Its a simply question, tell me where u from, ur maiking

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Old Loves

I woke up in Mr. Big’s bed this morning. It had been ages since I last met him, and I felt like cuddle last night, so I went over to his place. The poor boy was completely sick and looked like he could really do with a massage. Which I was kinda enough to dispense. He was lovely, we talked about how long we’ve known each other (a year and a half to date now! I can scarcely believe how time has

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Bondage Baby

Fucking Blogger's screwing up on me. Anyway, this was the post that should have been for the day before yesterday.
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Did I mention I was enlisted to do a shoot a-la bondage style today? If not, then I’m telling you now; This was how I spent the first Monday of my new found freedom. I got up bloody early at 9 a.m. to get my eyebrows threaded, to purchase a corset and to get the SM

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In Case You’re Wondering

I’m still alive, despite having being either very hung-over, or very drunk the last couple of nights. It’s a damn long story, but I’ll fill in the bits I liked the best. I’d met two fantastically cool guys last night, and they got me completely drunk, as they did themselves, and after Élan left to meet his date, Ty and I went back to Élan’s place to get some stuff we’d left there

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In Other News...

I have been cordially informed that I might win 2 tickets to NY at tomorrow's bartop dancing finals at CU (it's beside The Front Page... dork ;) ) So come down and support me. You'll know which one I am, I'm confident in my absurd and down right dirty behaviour.

Allright, I'll be wearing next to nothing.

xo

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One Size Fits All…

Now I remember why I’ve never bought any of those damn SM costumes. They were all made for clearly Caucasian women, with their bigger frames and bigger boobs. The corsets are easily fixed by tying the laces a little tighter, but there is apparently no way to make the ‘boob’ part fit better. But I really needed a piece for the next shoot, so I bought it anyway, and went to get it altered. I told

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Why Singaporeans are Weird.

I was on the train back from the bloody exam today, and I started to have a coughing fit. Now this was a real fit, I’m coughing so hard there are tears in my eyes, and they were pouring, and the lady beside me took out a packet of tissue. I though, ah that’s nice, I didn’t know people actually cared. No, they do not. Your dumb to think they do, she used it to cover her nose and mouth. Sure,

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Chocolate Balls!

Let’s see how eventful sitting at a café for half a day can be. There was this dude who emailed me about my modeling work, asking how much I charged some time ago. He’s called Dr. Seuss, as in, you know, The Grinch eats his Greens, and Eggs and Ham. I thought he was some kinda pervert initially, wanting to do bondage and shit like that, but then I realized it wasn’t very fair of me to have

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Status Anxiety

"There goes the Spicer Wilcoxes, Mama! I'm told theey're dying to know us. Hadn't we better call?"
"Certainly not dear. If they are dying to know us. they are not worth knowing. The only people worth knowing are they people who don't want to know us."

***

Belittling others is no pasttime for those convinced of their own standing. There is terror behind haughtiness, and it takes a punishing

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Fortunate Meetings

Last night was so fun I do not even feel vaguely guilty for having gone out, when I really shouldn’t have been. But not like it would have made much of a difference anyway, I had hit saturation point with the books. And besides, I had already asked Dee’s boyfriend to meet me. I was at my new café haunt again yesterday, reading, but not concentrating very much. I’ve simply lost the momentum to

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Royal Tim-Sum

The Princess managed to bugger me into going for Zouk Out this year, and I though, fuck you am I gonna pay $45 for a damn ticket to a rave party. $45 can buy me tickets to the theatre, it can buy two bottle of wine, it can buy me lunch at Lawry’s, although the last is of not much consequence since I don’t like steak anyway. But there are sweet advantages to being a girl, and one thing’s that

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Dazed

A few days ago I chanced upon the nicest café with the yummiest desserts and the sweetest serving staff, and I’ve been going back there since. Just about ever other day. I went out with Luce two days ago… or three, I don’t really remember now, and apparently he recognized the chef from the Halloween party he took me to. It was odd, because I had wanted to go say hi to the chef, but Luce did the

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And I Find These Erotic...

Fluorescent tubers,
Trapped on a wooden lattice,
Strangled by nature.

Sun coloured street-lights
Through the leaves of trees by night,
Breach their filaments

Silk-and tar-ed paved roads,
Double-lined no parking signs,
Bright red crimson car.




*** He held my hand as we made our way to the train station, for once I didn’t have much to say. What was I supposed to feel? You were nice

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Why I’m in a Daze…

I’m not really prepared for this bloody examination. To start of with, I wasn’t made to take exams. I’ve always been quite terrible with them, and always leave them feeling like it was just too mediocre. They usually turn out slightly better then mediocre, but they’ve never been stellar. Then there’s Mike, whose leaving this Friday, who is still wondering if he should come back next year.

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Absolutely Busy

I’ll tell you what’s my problem is with the Christian conviction in the absolute.

My dad was running a tape by a somewhat famous Christian apologist called Ravi Zacharias in the car on the way to church today, and in it he propounded the purity and the need to be found in the absolute. The chastisement for the lack of it is always the same; and that is nothing. My dad says I don’t understand

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Oh Dear Me

Someone has emailed me about the flippant comment I made about Hinduism a couple of days back. I was completely shocked when I got it, but reading the post again, I suppose I was horribly full of Christian dogma when I made it. I said that the images created to represent their belief(s) would induce me to queasiness if I were around them all the time. True, they would. But it’s not because I

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Dreadful Days to Come

Believe it or not, I have been holed up since 8 am studying. I can say I am simply not prepared enough. I just seem to keep on forgetting the things I’ve put into my head every time I pick up something different. Tragic, tragic, tragic. But no matter. I’ll be pleased to get a good enough grade to made it to design school. I was never very academic anyway, and besides, that was what I’ve

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I look up my blog stats from time to time to see who’s linked me, and sometimes they have pretty fun blogs I think we all deserve to read. Wannabe Sugar-Baby is pretty cool. It’s got a nice outfit, is compulsively readable, and very real. Gold-digging is not something you do in cold blood, it would seem. Plus, she’s called Tiffany. Who can resist…? The truth is, I have never, I swear not

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It’s a Small World After-All

So one of my blog readers has taken to sleeping with Mr. B. Aint’it weird? So that was how she knew it was me Sunday night (she had just left his place to return him his key, and I had been making my way up). Can you believe that? Two completely unrelated people; My God. I feel like a vortex for idiosyncratic twists of fate. I think he asked her if she’d like to join in the next time round. He

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Fantastic Family Fun

That’s what group sex feels like and it’s probably because the people were all so cool. Quite odd, but I enjoyed I better then any threesome I’ve ever had. It was good group sex. It had blood, whipping, skinny dipping and dancing about naked, along with just the right amount of alcohol. At least this time I was pretty much sure of what I was doing, and it felt nothing like a depraved sex binge,

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I make a sucky Voltaire.

Some random observations. One: When I had met Luce for dinner, he had been talking to me about Dawkins, and after dinner, he bought me his book. Basically, he agreed with Darwinism, and the whole idea that it was essentially our genes that controlled us. Natural selection works for the sake of passing on the best genes. Trail and error. I don’t believe in trail and error. If you recall

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Woo Hoo. Group Sex.

Well, weird shit. I went out with Luce again for dinner. I am definitely going to get fat if I keep on dating like this, we had wanted to go dancing, but somehow found ourselves nursing cups of hot chocolate and pecan pie instead. It was the first time I had pecan pie, can I definitely say it is not easy to work through. I really like him, and I like talking to him, and he makes me think.

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Wow. The US election was really none of my business, and in fact, I'm mildly pleased at the fact that Asian stock markets rose. Not like it's a big deal, if his Middle Eastern policies are going to continue being as tragic as they currently are (actually, tragic really doesn't quite describe it) -I was thinking about oil prices, not Iraqi children dying, although that's not the most pleasing

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Smell my Pineapple!

I’ve been terribly bogged down by work lately. I’ve just about done a Homer Simpson (i.e. made an ass groove into a couch) at this lovely new café I’ve found, resting under the shadow of a posh new office building by the sea. It’s got great coffee and fantastic falafel wraps, all for under 10 bucks. It’s also a fantastic spot to do some white guy executive watching. The Princess and I have a bit

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Mediterranean Rose

It had been left unfinished for a long time and I felt like doing a little re-decorating of my room and thought another painting would be nice. 12 by 18. Oil on canvas.

Luce found it quite amusing that I didn't know Rilke was male. But we all learn, and at least I got some pretty good poetry recommendations from him, and a low down on his military background. I shall now know better then to

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The Nobleness in Life...

Found a really old book in my father’s rather extensive, and un-doubtly very varied, library (The Encyclopedia of Jewish Customs, 1985, Dune, to ah, Maria Rilke). <>Sex is difficult; yes, But they are difficult things with which we have been charged… If you only recognize this and manage, out of yourself, out of your own nature and ways, out of your own experience, and childhood and

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November 2

Vic reminded me of a particular acquaintance coming back from camp this weekend, and I found myself looking at him, going, ‘Has it ALREADY been three weeks?’. It’s of mild significance to me because the night before this dude left for National Service, I had met Mike. Not like it’s a big deal, but it sure doesn’t feel like I’ve been sleeping with him all that much. Actually, I’m not; because in

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Look at What the Cat Draged In.

How... passe. We all knew this already, do we not? So I'm pandering for the ang mo, but how blame worthy is that in a society where Asian men have to wear dress shirts to prove they can afford lunch at Chez Chic and white guys can go in dressed in sandals.

But no, it's really all about looking it. Asian men, generally, just look more destitute in the eyes of their own race, no matter what they

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Ruined Stockings

Halloween this year was fun, despite it having been a pain in the ass trying to figure who to ask out. Everyone seemed to be tied up till late, and I bet the G-Spot was out hanging with his Goddess (although I might be mistaken on this count; due to multiple hickeys inflicted upon him by a particularly unstable individual, he could possibly be trying his darnest to avoid unnecessary suspicion),

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The Past is as Good as Fiction

Or why you really should sleep with whoever you want. I honestly do not think why it should be a problem sleeping with a perfect stranger. It’s a time honed tradition after all, and parents used to love the idea of their children giving their virginity to people they have never met in their entire lives. For some reason or other, they’re totally anal about it now and believe in lengthy,

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How Impressive is Money and Fame?

Cupido invited me to the opening of his current art exhibit, and of course I went. There will always be good wine and food at any of his parties, and the people at such event are always worth talking to anyway. I had a good time talking to his art dealer about how paintings got sold. But more then anything, I went because it had been awhile since I last saw him, was a little depressed and

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What-ever.

Yeah, I know I've got nothing of worth to say lately, and I know it. I'm just tired, and maybe a little bored. It's as if I've over-drawn the reserve for my body's capacity to whistand excitement and still function normally the rest of the time. Except the night spent with Mike, the past few nights have been absolute nightmares where I find myself incapable of sleep, feeling so dredfully

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Disaffected

Or perhaps it’s just Mike. He’s fantastic in bed, and we have the kind of sex where we go though all the positions in the Karma Sutra, or Tracy Cox’s Super-sex, either way, many acrobatic situations. And incredibly, they all feel great, which is usually not the case when you try to have acrobatic sex. It’s normally very exhausting, with minimum pleasure, although doing it in a quasi-Victorian

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The God is in the Details

This is one of those times I start to think my life is so filled with sensual excess that nothing is particularly exciting anymore. I enjoy it all, in a number of different ways, but I think it would take something like an offer for getting whipped senseless in an isolated villa set-up for an SM orgy to make me go, ‘that’s impossible’. Mostly because I simply won’t do it; the SM bit is fine,

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Irritated and Sad

<>The truth is, last night was the second time I stepped into Orchard Towers (you know, the four floors of whores) and I cannot say how unbelievable I find the whole situation, each time. To have sex blatantly for the sake of making money is something I find extremely sad. The cab driver was telling me about how he’d pick up these couples coming out from the ‘mall’ and the guy would be

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Huhh??

I think that whore stole my dress. Really! How the hell does one manage to loose 2 pieces of very good clothing in one damn night? And I doubt her breasts could have fitted into that number. I'm, as if you would care very much to know, a cup B minus, she was something more of a C plus. Big difference.

The alternative explaination for it's dissappearance would be that I was so completely drunk

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Women's Magazines are Stupid

My computer is moving like a rusty piece of scrap metal, but no matter. Our local paper has a pointless new addition to it called Urban. It’s really just another frivolous addition to the country’s already extensive range of badly designed, shoddily planned magazines. Content wise, it tells you stupid things like How to Marry Millionaire, and actually gives you an A-List of rich Singaporean

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What's Wrong with These Damn Kids.

This is funny; My little sister is in a spot of trouble for making fun of her form teacher some two-three months ago by saying some rather nasty things about her in a bogus personal ad at Friendster. Only in Singapore can it be a crime to lampoon authority for being plainly plain and stupid. I doubt my sister said anything blatantly false, everything was generally a matter of opinion. That the

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Mad-capped.

I spent the last couple of hours writing yet another piece of erotica that I do not think is particularly fantastic. But it wasn't easy to maintain focus while I wrote it, and that completely annoys me. I'll carry on with it later in the day. It's loosely based around two points, the first of which is, what if Christ sinned after he was ressurrected. In this case, his death would have still been

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Sappy Sunday

Right, so I’m a little off the schedule by a day, but no matter. The Sabbath is always sappy, because that’s when Ethan has, apparently, made it an absolute habit to call. I had been feeling completely depressed yesterday, and couldn’t make it to Cayote (and I did really want to, especially to show of the lovely new green dress that’d I’d bought; and I actually wondered how it’d be like if I

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Being Good

My unnaturally promiscuous lifestyle has started to nag at me lately, and I’m going to the women’s clinic for a checkup this Monday. Since the last time I went, I’ve only ever had very safe sex and been sleeping with people I know who are safe themselves. But nonetheless, it still nags the fuck out of me, and I must do it to get a bloody peace of mind. It’s that stupid newspaper article in Today:

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100% Guilt-Free

Woke up yesterday, and my mom had not gone to work again. That really always annoys me; her sticking around and meddling in everyone’s affairs. She started talking to me about how I really shouldn’t be sleeping with someone unless I was absolutely serious, and started trying to freak me out with a little discourse on STDs. It worked, I was freaked out for about half a day. Especially after she

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My Own One

Ah, The Importance of Being Earnest was as fantastic as I expected. My daddy had apparently procured the tickets for me eventually (in light of Martine holding on to the other pair; we were originally meant to see it together), and it was fantastic. I could invite one guest, and got the G-Spot to go along with me. I couldn’t think of anyone else who would appreciate it as much (there was no one

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Rubber Ball

Isn't this odd. The first time in my life I'd heard of what exactly was a Rubber Ball must have been yesterday, and I log onto Lithium Picnic and there's this whole new set on the festival itself! Medical Table is simply gorgeous. And on Suicidegirls, Voltaire has done a beautiful new set, and she always drives me wild. I highly doubt Ethan attended anything because he didn't breathe a word,

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KL

A number of things have happened since Sunday night. Namely, I flew down to KL for a nearly-blind-date. I won’t get into the specifics of who introduced us and the months of none-too-exciting correspondence up to the time he started calling himself her highness’s humble servant; but perfectly out of the order of things- as much of my life is- a week ago, he suggested meeting in KL. I think it

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Define Sexual Promiscuity?

I am absolutely convinced that the best way to make a choice on who you’d want to sleep with is to go by your gut instinct. Every single time I have ever regretted sleeping with someone, the instinct had been sending out signals of ill tidings. This has happened a grand total of one time. We’re still acquaintances, but there is no way in hell I’m ever sleeping with him again. I’ve thought about

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Aw.. shiit.

No more drugs for me.

Singapore's Cocaine Circle

Drug laws are stupid. It's nearly as stupid as homosexuality being illegal. It's still illegal; the only hatchet your dick is going to go up in is a pussy, but anyone with any sense at all will know everyone in that demographic will have their way. So of course the government ignores it. The creative class is all the range these days afterall.

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Schedule of the Barmy-Nutty

1) Extinguish cigarette on tongue 2) Attempt to Salsa to Guns and Roses 3) Get laid because… Just Because. (It felt good too) 4) Attempt to re-pierce labret. Couldn’t complete the job – stud too blunt. 5)

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I'll never be Estella.

The Boy… all-right, I’m actually quite sick of not giving him a name, so Ethan; chiefly because I watched Before Sunrise, again, a couple of nights ago when I got bored with work, and it made me think of him and pushed me well into tears. That movie is just too raw, and real, and absolutely desperate. About the What ifs in love, and you know just as well as I the power that’s in those two words

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Whoops!

I should not have slept with Martine. Maybe I lost what would have otherwise been a good friendship; But I never could have known anyway. Our relationship had been far to sexually charged to have been anything else. Was it a worth while trade off? I don't mean sleeping with him of course. I was referring to the elimination of all the grey areas, the sexual innuendo that was incredibly fun but at

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Misery

I am officially miserable. It’s 5 weeks to the finals and every morning I wake up with one singular driving phrase, ‘Get down to it.’ I am getting down to it, I swear, I’ve not forced myself to spend hours on end on things I find so god-awfully boring, pointless and thus extremely painful, all my life. But ah, November will be over soon, and then it’s Christmas (Hurrah! I love Christmas. It’ll

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Odd Coincedence

Mr. Big has reminded me of the three-way he’d proposed ages ago, to which I agreed upon (I’m all right with the occasional group-sex, as long as it’s with people I’d like to be having group-sex with in the first place. But that’s really the case for any sort of intimacy, isn’t it). He’s a great deal cuter now, after going on that diet, and also a lot hornier. I figured it’s the excessive amounts

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Phone Booth

A little update -and background- on the Martine situation, and the fact that it's over for now.
Firstly, I am more at fault then he is. I was being absolutely self-centered, and if the deal he is working on with my father's company fucks up, and they ever find out that he was sleeping with me (thus impairing his judgment and interfering with good business sense), you can absolutely imagine what

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Catch-22

She crouched on the floor like a wounded thing, and Dorian Gray, with his beautiful eyes, looked down at her, and his chiseled lips curled in exquisite disdain. There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love. Sibyl Vane seemed to him to be absurdly melodramatic. Her tears and sobs annoyed him. Don’t you see, infatuation is a trap if it’s not

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Ornament

I have no idea why I call the set Ornament, but it does have a nice ring to it. Well, here's to all the people that think I'm fat, ugly and am so much of a looser I have to live out my life by writing stories I'd like to make believe are true.

Trust me, for all my verbosity, writing cannot ever express the reality as fully as I would like it to. My reality is infinitely more exciting than

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Self-Serving.

I personally think I’ve all these problems that are usually incredibly well under control, beneath the disciplined art of ignorance, but when I get drunk, the lot just pours out. I used to be able to want to control them and send myself home right away to prevent any unwanted insanity, but not of late. At about 3 a.m., The G-Spot placed me in a cab, dropped me a ten and told me to take

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Cayote is the Devil’s Wet Dream

The thing I hate about not blogging for a couple of days is the fact that when you finally get down to it, you don’t know where to starts. Too many things have happened between Thursday night through Sunday morning. I had been planning to play the good girl and stay home last night. After all, there was a swollen lip to tend (very horrid ulcer that singes when you apply salt to it) numerous

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Break Already.

Break breakbreak break.
Martine's texted me and asked if I’d like to watch the Importance of Being Earnest, by the British Theatre Playhouse (not that I’ve watched anything by them previously), with him. I suppose I must have hinted that it was my absolute-est favourite-est play ever sometime back. Me (after being offered to be brought to watch the play) Yay! I’m happy for the rest of the night.

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Heterosexual Pre-adolescent Romancing

It would seem that a number of people from my distant past have finally contacted me. One of them was my ex-best-girl-friend. She’s of an exotic breed, a very eclectic mix of a number of East Asian races, with a natural beauty that resembles the conventional form of a Korean high-school graduate right after she’d gotten her graduation present –Plastic surgery. Only, Coco is absolutely, 100%,

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Contempory Art

It's anything that's made in the last 40 years. This was made not even 24 hours ago. You have no idea how inspiring everything is when you're forced to read pages upon pages of crap about the IS-LM model and the economy of God's people in the desert where Manna was the only good available for consumption. Good lord.



I'd read the most facinating article on art investment in this month's

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Case in Point

<>Martine and I were completely exhausted last night. He called it quits before 10; I was yawning half the time (making sure it wasn’t while I was chewing my food. He really hates that). For some strange reason, he’s always terribly apologetic whenever he refuses me something. He knows I’d, more then anything, would love to do him, but I wasn’t particularly pushy. Not even vaguely. There

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Wild Abandon

I need sex. It’s this inordinate, irrepressible desire that starts out from that soft space between my legs and proliferates into every part of me. I want to be fucked. Brutally but with consideration; be subjugated, while forcing submission to my desire. Martine’s asked me out for dinner tonight. Me ’About time, it has been a few days. Too long.’ ‘I know it’s been awhile, I’ve been

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Monogamy and the Bible

It’s the Sabbath yet again. I asked Mr. Big and the Boy (whom I had an exhausting conversation with till 4 a.m. last night) about their take on pre-marital sex –they both agree to a number of Christian doctrines-. Interestingly, it’s always the same argument to protect their stand. That the whole idea of pre-marital sex is biologically unnatural and socially antiquated. Strangely enough, The

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Prostitutes

I had the oddest wet dream where Mr. Big was wearing a condom that looked like it was made out of fishnet stockings. It woke me up just after the sun rose, when I realized I was rocking my hips and touching myself semi-conciously. He was half-awake and looking at me like he didn’t quite know what I was doing. I stopped immediately and went back to sleep, not knowing what else to do. I actually

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Food Fuck

You know how there are some awful, whiney women who complain all the time and hold sex hostage because they’re not getting what they want? It just occurred to me that I’m not any more low-maintenance then them because I don’t do that. I have nothing to whine about because I know very damn well what I want from the start, and pick a man for what he already is. There may be some things I might

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Her Love Comes Cheaply.

There are some men who react very violently when you mention the word slut in their presence. I love men like that. They are considerate, and more importantly, know that having sex does not demean a person. Everyone has different intentions each time they have sex, and satisfaction from sex is the most price discriminate good you can purchase, and the price cannot possibly be set on dates,

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Bursting With…

I have no idea what’s bubbling up in me today, but I just woke up filled to the brim with excitement. It usually happens when someone’s made you feel immensely appreciated the night before. Martine took me out for dinner, a movie, and some drinks. Since the day I met him, I knew there were parts of us that simply wouldn’t go together. For one thing, he’s just far too disciplined. Cupido

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Sleep Together

Was at Mr. Big’s last night. I hadn’t seen him in awhile, and he’s gone on Atkins (with which I try my best to help him with) and has managed to lose quite a great deal of weight in about a week. I was looking at him last night, and thought, Damn! He’s really quite small built after all. His hair’s all grown out now, and I thought he looked really cute with all the little curls. Every time

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Hollywood Melodrama

All right. Some people have started wondering about the 'reason' Martine gave me.
This is to clear up all the unwanted 'of course he doesn't want to sleep with such a slut' emails.

To give a very simple explaination, it's in the context, but not EXACTLY of -so don't go speculating- the situation where you find out that the person you're going to sleep with is the daughter of your client's boss.

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Tête à Tête Twilight

Last Night. ‘What time’s it now?’ Me: ‘Three.’ ‘How would you know?’ Me: ‘It’s when all the losers go home after having stayed out their invites because they couldn’t pick up a lay, and don’t particularly want to pick each other up either.’ Wanted to drop by Mr. Big’s before my pumpkin turned stale, but aside from the fact that I was completely broke and had to find

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Self-Contradiction.

I would like very much to be able to attribute it to PMS, only, I’ve lost count of the days, and I am sure that it’s the god-awful tropical weather that fucked up the cycle. So I don’t really know what it is anymore. I would also wish I could blame it on the whole Martine affair, but while I suppose it is the trigger to this particular bout of depression, I honestly doubt it plays a huge

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Kick-Ass! :D

Isn't my diary all pretty in Blue and Orange now? Complimentary from Charlene over at Reflexive Disorder, and a little bit of common sense -She coded and I copied and pasted- along with a little help from Jae at Squirrelled, it's all fixed up.

I love Orange and Blue. They are complimentary colours, I think.

Cupido (he recommended me a magazine by the same name. I love looking at the pictures,

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Please Don’t Feel Obligated

So it’s over. Of course it’s over. I still like him in some way, I suppose, but I’d hate it for him to feel obligated to call me and ask me out. If he doesn’t want to, he should not have to. And I can very well tell when a guy calls you up because he feels that it is his duty as an ethical, compassionate human being. There is nothing more annoying then that. It undermines my personality. You

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Exhaustingly Eventful

Why the hell does the skin of the papaya in my fridge make my fingers smell like pussy? I need to get my maid to do a through scrub down of the damn thing. That aside, I’m really quite allright. Mildly upset that Martine and I cannot maintain anything more then a cerebral relationship for the time being until things get sorted out, but while, principally, I am not hoping for anything in

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Ouch, Ouch, What the Fuck Ever.

BLEAH. Martine doesn’t want to see me ever again. Well, no, but we’re just to stay friends, that it, period, nothing I can do about it. Fine. I understand, I really do. And unlike most girls, when I say that, I really mean it. We had a rather odd, rather long conversation that had me laughing, crying, feeling denial, followed by apathy then a I can’t care less attitude. ‘Was it difficult

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Help Please :(

Jesus Christ %#$%^

Fixing up a blog skin should be SO simple right?

What the fuck is wrong with people these days anyway. Don't they invent simple, practical skins anymore, minus the hassel of all those damn multiple boxes with scroll bars? Blogskins.com is so full of shit I can't find anything to rob the code from!

What I want is This.



It's relatively simple isn't it. Technically, I should

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Minding my Mouth

Dinner with Martine last night. I have no damned idea why he asked me out to dinner, even though I genuinely appreciated it, and enjoyed his company. I called him up the day before but he wasn't available, and apologized profusely about it and set a dinner date for yesterday. But it was incredibly short, and he spent more time that it made me comfortable lecturing on suicide, depression, human

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The All Boys are Bad for you Paradox

Has anyone ever thought about how stupid it is to tell your daughters that all men are jerks? Most parents know that most men aren’t jerks, and as a responsible older sister and a blatantly shameless one too, I constantly make sure my little sister knows that. My mom hates it of course, she says I’m poisoning her, but I think not.

Parents (Singaporean ones anyway) are terribly weird and

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Reading Rossetti Reversed

What is it with getting pick-up-ed at the bookstore? It’s starting to become such a common occurrence it’s no longer any fun. I bumped into the guy I used to dance Salsa with. He looks young, but has hair that’s so white you’d think he was nearing 60. It was a pleasant surprise nonetheless. He told me I was still as beautiful as he remembered, and that he’d like to

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Yoghurt Strap-Ons

Mr. B and I have had a tiff. I don't dare to call him, he freaks me out. He'll just sound pissed and say very little. I'm pathetic when it comes to arguing with people I feel passionately (in that sexual sort of way) for; I always think I'm wrong when they confront me. But I'll bitch about it no end to everyone else.

Uncannily, he's the only guy I'd want to live out some of my filthiest

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Sex is NOT A Big Fucking Deal

I’ll just call him Mr. Martine, after Benedicte Martine, but only partially because his tastes are so effeminate You know, metrosexual (and the other bit has to do with sexual politics). He’s rather good at playing the part too. Just the right amount of design sense, feminine compassion, immaculate literary taste, while being possessed of a terribly tender, yet wonderfully strong opinion on just

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Two Random Observations

1) Guys give me multi-vitamins. I have absolutely NO idea why, but I am consistently being offered multi-vitamins, especially after sex, or too much alcohol. Usually both.

2) Nestle Cereal is stupid. Kellogg Cereal is stupid. They refine the wheat till there's no nutritional value what so ever, add alot of refined sugar, artifical flavour, and then proceed to add vitamins artifically. Why don't

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Literary Pick-ups.

I am absolutely exhausted. In a way I particularly love, but nothing of the sexual sort, unfortunately. I was browsing through the Perfectly Serious Section of the magazine rack, contemplating the forty-two fucking bucks I wanted to spend on a business journal when my wallet decided to feel itchy out of its own accord, and I found myself queuing in front of the monthly bestsellers, while

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Do I spent too much time Being Drunk?

God! But it feels amazing. All the world's most fantastic art is created when people are drunk. Who is the idiot who made me grow up with the retarded perception that all guys want is to get laid? I mean, sure they want to get laid, so do I. It makes us feel wanted, desirable, it connects us, helps is appreciate ourselves. But where did the bloody perception that guys desire to get laid with no

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Commodity

I’m back, and I do not necessarily like it. The cruise was simply fantastic. I was awfully contemptuous of cruises initially. Why be out at sea when you can barely feel like you’re out on the water? It’ll be just like staying within hotel facilities for a number of days, which is really rather silly. But thank god it was nothing like that. I wasn’t paid anything –aside from a small token

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Titanic, No Jack.

Alright baby. I'm out of here till mid-week on a luxury cruise. I'll write about the insanity when I get back!

xoxox

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Cocktails, Cocktales.

Cocktails When you say you want to be someone’s slave, you had better mean every bit of it. Otherwise, why bother. I felt so passionate for him last night, I could have kissed him till my lips bled. My naked body, small, slender, wrapped around his as he talked on the phone. Pizza, sounded alright. My voluptuous appetite only desired sex, and it was voracious. There wasn’t enough skin

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Dear Daddy

The past few months have been absolutely tumulous between my daddy and myself. He has always known me to be his perfect angle, alway expected so much of me. Most of which I have been able to give him, where it pertains to my thrist for always wanting to learn more. We have always been able to talk about absolutely anything; I've read most of his books. But how is it possible to talk to your own

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Bloody Bullshit!

My favourite magazine saying sorry because they made a claim that the CEO of Temasek Holdings was appointed through corrupt nepotistic practices instead of the oft claimed reasons of meritocracy? Well, firstly, something like that can’t possibly be debated. How do you define meritocracy in the Singaporean context anyway? I am sure our PM’s wife is a perfectly capable candidate for

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Very Much Older Men

Coffee always turns my depression into an agitated state of violent unrest. When I’m caffeine’d out, I’m perfectly horrid company, unless I’m going to get screwed. I feel pissed, and get pissed; in general, my whole personality becomes pissy. There are only two states in which I am perfectly honest to myself: when I’m drunk or when I’m on coffee, and nothing beats the overly over-roasted

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Mandatory.

Singapore's Next Big Thing is going to be an extremely close relation of mine. She's spunky, full of confidence, and is so much less generic then the rest of the lot. They all bore me. But clearly I am biased. And anyway, how would I know, the whole damn show was done in Mandarin anyway.

She looks quite like Kristen Dunst, although not in the photo provided. Anyway, Cherissa's an amazing girl,

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M for Magazine, for Marvellous?

My idea of retail therapy always involves the bookstore. Fact: I spent more money on literature then I do on any other thing. Coffee comes a close second though, follwed by Cab-fare.

WestEastMag
How very like me and in the style of the journal. Not particularly risque, but extremely visually stimulating. Some interesting articles on culture over on this side of the world. The recent one's got

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Eating Fear and Vomiting Self-Reproach

I am in a frenzy. The best-friend says I let Mr. Big read my journal because it was so very me to do so. I had wanted to place my heart at the tip of a stake and see if he would impale it, simply because I enjoyed the anticipation, the fear. It never occurred to me that way, but perhaps subconsciously, it was a reason. More then anything, it was done upon an absolute spur of the moment;

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Psychoanalysis through a Love Letter

I don’t know what I was thinking, and I don’t know what to think. I let Mr. Big read my journal. He wanted to read it, because it had him in it. I don’t know what to feel and my emotional state has reached a strange sort of unpleasant excitement where my heart clocks up a 120 pulse rate per minute. I thought about it over some rather over-exposed wine the whole morning after he’d left for work.

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Environmentalism

Serving Suggestion: French Wine and Pink Floyd.
I’ve been feeling like sitting around naked with a bunch of other people drinking wine, smoking pot and condemning progress. I genuinely have nothing against society evolving and growing, while humanizing the environment, really. But there’s just something so sexy about cursing the likes of Shell and the CAP, eating organic food, dried fruit

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The Attraction of The Occident

I've grown up a little in the past few months. With all the blooging I've been doing; it's helped me understand bits of myself I didn't previously. And I thought I would re-write the Why White Men essay. But with a different, less bigoted, more compassionate slant this time.


***
It’s been a good few months since the time I wrote the initial reasoning for this phenomena; I say phenomena

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Drunk

Fuck. Have you ever tried to be drunk for 24 whole fucking hours? Well, I'm fucking drunk and it feels good. Yes i was rejected. I cannot comprehend rejection. Sometimes all the sex appeal in the world is simply just not enough in the face of responsibility. I respect him. He's amazing. He's so full of integrity. And me? I'm just a mad kid who doesn't know what she's living for. That's the

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The Importance of Being Earnest

Have I ever mentioned that my favourite play was The Importance of Being Earnest? I really love it. I like the laughter the ironies of life can incite.

xoxox

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Obscenity

I’m nearly finished with a second read of Gorges Bataille’s Blue of Noon, I didn’t rush through it this time, and gave the narrative a lot of thought. And this time, I realized what he was attempting to do with the language. He was using it to disgust the reader. To make every possible sensations obscene, to pronograph-ize the emotion. And then it occurred to me that anything in this world can

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I Could Have Been Wrong

Sometime back I condemned reality, something I presently wish I could offer my apologies to, if it were possible. But it incessantly eludes me, with fact and fiction void of definition within my little space. You can never know anything, because life will always be more capricious then any fickle-minded fancy you are capable of conjuring. I have proven it to myself. I can never imagine

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Keeping my Hands Off.

November, December… August. 10 months. It’s been a long time the Boy and I have been together. I called him yesterday (and it’s a big deal to me, because I don’t call him very often) to reiterate a perfectly peculiar dream I remembered upon waking up. I can’t recall much, only that I had woken up remembering him holding my hand throughout the night as we spooned on plastic sun-chairs. In the

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On Blogging.

All-right. I’ve nearly almost never blogged about the feedback I got through email, mostly because it always seemed to me a terribly egotistical thing to do, and secondly, because there are better things to blog about. Not that I do not appreciate compliments about the way I write and my ability to tell stories or the criticisms on the perception of my thoughts. But things seem to be getting out

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Coffee and Cigerettes

The last few hours have been splendidly strange. Most of it was spent in the plush couches of all the secret cafes I could think of, lounging about over long blacks, his hands massaging my thighs with my feet propped up onto His lap. Ocassionally, he'd bend down to kiss my knee and the side of my calves, lick the tips of my fingers, asking for a 'real' kiss, leaving me feeling completely out of

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Serendipity

I met a thoughtful boy at the bookstore today. We talked about philosophy for 8 hours and walked around the country. Then we made out by my pool. He loves Waking Life too, and he's given me a book by Voltaire; Candide.

I'll give a detailed account when it's all over. Because it isn't. We're to meet for breakfast tomorrow, but he doesn't have an alarm clock, so he might just not turn up. But it

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I Bet You Knew...

That I have oatmeal and milk for breakfast every morning.

That I love Pistachio Gelato.

That if I could choose a person to answer the meaning of life (not taking into account the exsistence of any spiritual being), it would be Umberto Eco.

My favourite flower is the Cyclamen.

My favourite sandwich filling is peanut butter and jam.

And the best muscians alive today are the Dave Matthew's Band

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Old Habits Die Hard

Ever since my Grandma died, my daddy's been going though truckloads of old photographs dating all the way back to the 1920s. My Grandmama's been dead for about 2 months already, and I still can't believe that she is, but it doesn't affect me as much anymore.

He's up to the 1980's now, and my mom came into my room today with a photo that pictured me rolling on my back, touching my toes (as you

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Red-Flag

The Girlfriend continually reminds me of the fact that I have a crush on the Gallery Guy. Of course I have a crush on him, I’d freely admit that. I like having crushes, it’s so nice to be at the giving end of the infatuation line occasionally. And mind you, I mean Very occasionally only. Any more then that would be simply detrimental to my ego. Now, all throughout the week I’d been wanting

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I Really Don’t Give a Shit

Really. Especially when it comes to wearing bras. I HATE bras. If it weren’t for the fact that the breast wrapping hegemony advertised constantly that your breasts were bound to sag if you didn’t wear the ‘proper’ bra, I would never wear them unless it’s primary purpose was to do the whole not-really-there thing. Think delicate lace with Mallorca pearls, tie dyed ones with sunflowers on the

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Prescription Sex

I did a silly survey on Deviant Art today, and it asked me the name of a famous person I would wish to have lunch with, if I could. I would presume that when you had lunch with a famous person, you’d want to get to know things about him that were not already known, and with famous people, how much is there left to find out that he would tell you over lunch? So I added in another question

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Singapore has gotten to you if...

9. You think it's okay to have only one meaningful choice on a ballot.

(Agreed. I don't have much faith in the western ideal of democracy anyway.)

15. You think that S$100,000 [= US$ 57,000] is a reasonable price for a Toyota Corolla and S$1,000,000 is a reasonable price for a bungalow, but S$5 [= US$2.85] for a plate of fried noodles is a barbarous outrage.

(Uncannily, I feel that Mr. B is

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Socially Stratified

People in Singapore are class conscious. Secretly, we are, no matter how much we pretend we’ve all really been amassed by the government into one big throng conveniently called the middle-class. The divide is not as apparent here as it is the other south-east Asian cities with yawning wealth inequality, but it’s there. People are conscious of each other’s wealth, and despite everyone living

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Falling Out

I met the G-spot. Finally. After a long hiatus for no apparent reason I can think of aside from the fact that these days I’m stuck studying for exams and that he was probably out of town for a long while. Someone actually asked me what had happened to him, did guys drop out of my life ‘just like that’? In answer to the question, yes. It’s rather bizarre when you think about it. How can someone

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Perfect Girlfriend

(text) I kinda tried to teach myself how to be the perfect girlfriend.

Indeed.
I perverted myself as a kid because that's what the TV shows told me guys wanted. Guys liked latex and leather, anal sex and orgies. They didn't know how to commit and only cared for the pretty girls.

Of course I grew up. And I don't do all those things because I want to be the perfect girlfriend anymore. I would

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Germatriculator

What the hell? My blog is 67% evil. But I thought I was such an angel!

The Gweilo Diaries rates a shocking 99% good. Go figure ;)

And This is 79% good.

Wedding Guest Eats Victim
Buyot, who surrendered to police and is acting as a witness, told police they then roasted Ganay's body using coconut leaves and kerosene, Bacuel said. Baule senior later forced Buyot to take a bite of Ganay's flesh,

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Aficionado

I went back to the gallery again, after quite some while. I stood outside for a moment contemplating the guy who runs the place. I do so want to get to know him. I always think about a number of things before I enter the gallery. One of it concerns the retail syndrome. It’s where you simply don’t want to stand around for too long because you’re not going to buy anything. Quite a stupid way

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Friendster Network Nightmare

Have you EVER thought about how many people you've slept with to the second degree?

I made a rough maximum estimate today. It had to be an estimate, because some guys never disclose exactly how many partners they've had. I suppose it would be a weird thing to do, but they usually don’t mind telling when I ask, because I'm not one to bitch about sexual histories. I have no right to, after all.

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What the Hell?

My couzzie's a DJ?
And on one of the hottest radio stations too?
She sounds terribly manufactured, but I cannot deny, absolutely fantastic at the same time.

I am duly envious.

xoxox

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My Cellphone is Badly Behaved.

Aside from the fact that it has decided to loose it's volume control entirely on it’s own accord –everyone sounds horribly loud and absolutely uncouth now-, it has also been telling me very naughty things the whole day, and bothering me more then I would like it to in the wee hours of the morning. ***

Guys get terribly emotional when drunk. They feel like cuddling and fucking, up to the point

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