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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