Traditions and time wasters

The new year brings a bitter sweet time for me.
I mean it sucks especially that Nai Nai is not around anymore.

I'm in a huge prissy mood.

Some people are down right INSENSITIVE.


Especially if they are those pretending to care

I found myself listening on the aunties who are preoccupied with the Korean Drama fad.

I can't say much for the plot or casting and prefer to look further East for my fix.

Then again I've not reach the age of Auntie-dom ... still can't relate.

But all's not lost, I've kept myself occupied watching anime.
Plug of the moment would be D.Grey-Man which IMHO is a fantastic feed.

I mean I can draw a few similarities between this and more popular titles like
Full metal alchemist, Bleach, Naruto and even Death Note. Perhaps it’s the tasteful blend of similarities that makes it a sure hit.

What I did like about the anime:

No excessive boobage, if you're into such things, Rey recommended me a really Ecchi anime called Amaenaideyo, which I’ll talk about when I have the time.

Lots of people die. Its not one of those shows where only the anti-heroes drop dead like flies but I guess you could say that the casualties are heavy on both sides which makes it a lot more realistic.

It's set in different parts of the world. This could well be MY most favourite bit because unlike other anime where it’s only set in Japan even though one of the major battles will be staged in Edo, it takes you to real places around the world with some nice scenes.

Great story telling at the expense of, I would say the fight scenes that appear pretty weak compared to Bleach. Also the depth and development of Akuma, some stuff’s abit off and lame.

I do hope that it doesn't become like Naruto in the sense that it becomes too draggy.

I think it the increased popularity that makes the writers want to cash in on prime time air-time making it waaaaay too retarded and impossible to follow.

If they keep it up I swear they're just shooting themselves in the foot. Fickle viewers like me will just watch something else.

Or like Bleach where it slots in some rather irrelevant "filler" arc like the Bounto arc which was a huge waste of time, mildly retarded and fucking painful to watch.

Even the good animes have a tendency to commit popularity suicide.

Just my 2 cents, if you're interested.

Pussy shot

Jumping onto the infamous Edison pussy shots furore,


I decided to post pussy shots of my own


Here goes


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Mighty fine pussy if i do say so myself.

Also, Happy CNY all!

Heh

Decaydent thoughts

Original article referenced here

I'm just going to extract some phrases that piqued my interest.

"she told us she had been having a very serious crush on a man who was not her husband. She said the crush bothered her."“It doesn’t seem very realistic to be attracted to only one person for the rest of your life, does it?”

I thought that this was a very interesting read.

Forever and ever surely doesn't exist.

Then again, I might be wrong.

Even I cannot begin to rationalise this but the fact of the matter is we don't really know do we. And many a time we play by ear.

"Nearly all of us agreed it was O.K. to “crush out” on someone, and even to tell our partner or husband (or our couples therapist) about it in an effort to be honest, and thus mature, in our relationships. The unspoken assumption was that it was not O.K. to act on it."

It might be Asian culture but just maybe we're more ... subservient?
Perhaps its better such boundaries are not even visited let alone crossed.
Like a self sensoring belief system in a way.
Simply put, if you take poison you know you'll die.
Adultery is methaphorically the poison to a relationship.

If you do chose to go down that road, YOU are FULLY AWARE that you are committing relationship suicide. It make sense and it doesn't take 10 visits to a therapist to tell you that.

So is there reason to take back a cheating partner?

"he wanted to see other people because monogamy was “a bourgeois construct,” I reluctantly went along with him for about a year, thinking that dismantling the dominant paradigm was the right, countercultural thing to do."

I remember a reading about body being a discourse.
What really seperates the human mind from animals is probably our ability to rationalise. Its sad if women are perceived as baby making factories while men spread their seeds. And there's nothing bourgeois about being empowered to do so. But not to, is moving back a step to humankind.

A little convention and modesty, goes along way but that's what makes us human

Birthday post-mortem

I've been so busy that I've hardly had time to catch a breather.

Food was ok.

The BIG surprise was ... There was NO surprise.

Thank you for those who sent well wishes.
Heh. This year actually quite alot lah.
Must be the friendster reminders.

Aside from the fact that I have a new Anime to watch,
quite alot happening on the personal frontier,
will post more deets when plans firm up.
Dizzy with excitement.

And NO I'm not getting married.

Spiderman - How it should have ended

I couldn't resist. This is too funny not to share.

Oh my ...

Is just it me or does it spell BUTTS*X?

The last customer

He seemed like a decent bloke, his dressing befitting what she classifies as the typical nerd.
When she first checked him out, he was dressed in khaki tailored pants, a yellow clean polo tee and lugged around a black haversack. He was neither spotty or hunched-backed or ugly in any sense. Not wanting to let this opportunity get away so easily she licked her faux Chanel hot red lips.

"This was going to be so easy," she thought to herself.

She wasn't the first girl he had in mind. He was so guarded. Every step to be executed with precision.He's never kissed a girl before let alone spend the night with one. Nevermind, she was so willing and eager to please that girl.

She couldn't believe her luck when he said that he needed her the whole night.

The pair didn't check into a love hotel, but a 4 star hotel.He had done his homework, he needed a 4 poster bed for the perfect setting and that was one of the few places that had them.

When they arrived at the room, there was no passionate kissing. Unlike with other dirty old men who would already started getting warmed up in the lift, fondling, caressing and preparing for the obvious. He was stiff and mumbled his instructions.

Instead, he unpacked his black haversack and mounted a tripod. He said she could take a shower if she wanted to while he was occupied. And she did. She thought that he was kinkier than he looked.

She emerged from the shower radiant from the too warm water wearing nothing but the hotel towel wrapped around her. The camera was set. She didn't protest when he bound her with rope. or when he gagged her. She was still so ... eager to please.

The rope went around her neck following her petite bustline and around her hands in a tight dead knot. He had used a different rope for her small feet.

He could smell her intense excitement, her eyes said it all, she was longing to be ravaged.
She just wanted to cut to the part where they would fuck. She was horny and excited by this new thing they were trying.

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The morning after ....
It was the chambermaid that found the girl's naked body. She was still gagged and it was only later that the police determined that she was suffocated by a pillow case. She had put up quite a struggle. The ropes that she was bound with were stained with dried blood that cut into her soft young flesh.

She was a university student and a part time model, exotic dancer, social escort.
She was only 20 years old and came from a family that didn't do really well.

He wanked to the footage that he had newly acquired and recalled fondly how she was so eager to please.

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The last time "someone" challenged me to Where's Wally, I beat him 6-3.
If you're thinking that 9 is such an odd number its because we gave up on 1 coz we couldn't find the freakin dog's tail and the whole page was filled with imposter Wallys.

So in response to "you cannot write morbid stories"

That's one to rise up to the challenge.
I might write my own obituary next.
I CAN do morbid.