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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