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

03.14 | 0 komentar | Read More

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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