April 25, 2007

You find on some Malaysian websites. Um, Celcom users who download (or know people who download) are these games REALLY as innocent as they seem, or are they adult games?

I’m talking about whether they’d really be suitable for minors. Cause they sure as heck don’t look like it…

http://www.channelx.com.my/mdp/games_details.jsp?ContentID=11157 Screenshots to follow for those who are lazy.

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Short Vacation

August 10, 2006

Ok… for all those who didn’t know (and I’m sorry that Phil couldn’t leave a note telling you guys, it was an oversight on my part) I was in Kuantan, Pahang for a short holiday with my family. This was a two night, three day trip that turned out to be less a vacation and more of a literal trip. It was tiring.

The trip can be summed up into good, bad, and “Bwuh” sections:

– Jacuzzi was a proper Jacuzzi. Warm water, great jets, very relaxing. ]

– Beach was gorgeous

– Food everywhere was great, but especially this small little place called “Mail Ikan Bakar dan Lala Bakar” (basically grilled fish and oysters). It was a bit pricey, but the food was worth it. Best place to eat Grilled Fish besides Umbai.


– The hotel has an anal policy regarding towels; apparently you’re only allowed three maximum to a room (for Deluxe rooms). My bro and dad both got extra towels from the bellboy, and when the chambermaid came into our room to tidy up, and she took away ALL the towels and gave us new ones. My peeve with that was: If we had brought our own white towels and they had been taken away, would the hotel have returned it?

– Hotel’s pool is 5 feet deep. That means the water came up to my nose. I panicked a few times while playing about it, but in a good note, it did help me learn how to relax. Now if only I can learn how to float on my back…

– Souvenirs were expensive, so I didn’t buy any. *Waa*

Bweh is because of a dream I had…
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Attention Whore

June 7, 2006

And I will be so till this whole thing passes. On a random note, apparently not only is it possible to have sex while menstruating, but many women are apparently their horniest then. Did I make you blush? Good. ^_^

Palmer, you send me the most random stuff. Thanks! *Huggles*


April 20, 2006

Someone is getting dressed next to me (ok, he’s nearly done). Off now. ^_^ BYE!

Taken from Ti…

March 30, 2006

Strikes indicate: Untrue.

Colored words: There are comments.

Italics: No comments yet.

Bold: Definately agree.

Behind cut for sake of honesty and sanity. ^_^

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October 14, 2005

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A silly little post

October 13, 2005

Sex is one of the most basic instincts any warm-blooded animal might have. If your species has two genders, you move faster than a snail 75% of the time, and you do a double take when you see someone of the opposite gender that is physically attractive from your point of view (in other words, lust), then yes, you’re a warm-blooded animal. Now that we’ve gotten the definitions out of the way, let’s continue, shall we?

Since it forms a major part of our thirst for life, you have to remember this: The need/drive for sex is the highest when we’re in our prime, because that is the best time for our bodies to handle the burden of having children. Yes, I’m talking mainly about females.

The very interesting thing about sex is that while the male may ejaculate in a relatively short period of time, it takes much longer for a proper orgasm. What is an orgasm to a male? That, I have to admit, I have no idea, being a female. (That particular sentence comes from dim memory. I have no idea where I actually picked it up). However, most of you would know that it’s not that easy for a woman to reach orgasm. At least not the mind-blowing ones.

Why am I writing this? Mainly because it’s 7.40pm in the evening and Bee is still trying to kidnap the other flower (Malar) so that we can all go home. Yes, I am bored.

An olde tale (Draft!)

October 10, 2005

They had been married a month.

Yet the pair had not consummated their marriage yet. Few except the servants knew this, and even they knew better than to ask. The husband would not pressure his wife, especially since she had been forthright with him since the beginning. The arranged marriage chafed at them both, but they were willing to work with what they have and what they were given.

She was a scholar of no small beauty. Her intelligent brown eyes captivated even the dullest of men, andher conversation was rarely without meaning. Like most female scholars though, she had not paid much attention to her appearance. Her long hair was simply long, just past her shoulders, falling in thick waves that she normally held in a simple ponytail. The lack of makeup on her face also meant that she bypassed the notice of most the nobles, upperclass males and royalty, generally the most likely avenue for female Scholars when it came to marriage.

He, on the other hand, was a quiet young man who radiated wisdom, confidence and most importantly, maturity. Dark brown eyes, framed by a small pair of spectacles often hid intelligence and wit behind them, but those in the court were wary of the young man. He had a reputation, well-deserved, of being insightful, quick wit and more importantly, of making the impossible, possible. There was a certain charm around him that drew women to him like flies to honey. Despite that, he was painfully shy, though it was easily covered. His desire to protect those he cared about was strong, and he didn’t abandon them even if they deserved it. This was a side that worried the King and pleased the Queen.

The two had been matched mainly because it was time for the man to settle down and the woman needed to recover from a recent heartbreak. Like many scholars she had invested in a very long-term relationship that went awry and the Queen did not like seeing her goddaughter in such pain. A quiet word to the mothers of both, and within three months, the woman and the man had found themselves handfasted to each other.

“I’ll be honest with you, Shiz. I’m here just because it pleases my mother and godmother. I will bear your children, but only when I’m ready,” she had told him on their wedding night, looking at him in the eye.

“We’re both young yet, Hime. I will not force you to do anything you do not want.”

She released the breath that she had not realised that she had been holding, relief evident. Her voice, as she thanked him, was soft. Moving around him, she pulled the covers back on the bed and bit on her finger till it bled. She rubbed her finger into the bedclothes, and he understood immediately. This was the ‘proof’ that he’d taken her virginity and consummated their marriage. Once the deed was done, she stood up, and squared her shoulders.

“It’s done.”

He moved to her, holding her tenderly. That simple act was enough to release a torrent of sobs from the woman, and she turned to sob into his silk shirt. He had known her some years before, when she had just embarked on the road to be a scholar. Her companion then had been a stocky boy who’d matched her in age and wit, but something had turned sour recently and they had separated. They had been together four years, and the pain of that parting hurt her still, judging from the strength of her sobs.

He murmured soft comfort and kissed her forehead. All this time, he was aware of her as a man. Soft breasts, unbound under the satin nightgown, pressed insistently against his chest, taunting him as the nipples became erect. She was pressed against his length, and he knew that she could not miss his erection under his loose nightclothes. From time to time, she’d push back, but he was not sure whether she was doing it deliberately, or whether she just wanted a warm body to hold.

When her sobs subsided, he suggested that they go to bed, fully intending to sleep on the floor. She insisted that he sleep on the bed with him though, and curled up on his side like a kitten, trusting him that he would not take advantage of her. He stroked her hair as she fell asleep, and when she had been asleep for a little while, he pulled back a little to look at her in the moonlight. She seemed peaceful and happy, but there was a trace of sadness and regret in the twist of her lips that had never been there in all the time he’d known her.

“Hime, are you in here?” he called out to his wife as he looked into her bedroom next to his. She was, as usual, lying on her belly, reading. At his voice, she turned from her book and sat up, the covers falling to reveal her peach-coloured negligée. He blinked twice to see the two erect nipples, showing clearly through thin material.

“Yes, Shiz?? she crossed her feet under the covers as she faced him, leaning against the headboard after patting the spot in front of her, inviting him to sit.

“How was your day?? he got into her side of the bed instead, putting one arm around her. She didn’t protest like she normally did, letting him pull her closer to his chest and leaning into him, her book forgotten.


October 8, 2005

There’s something very sensual and satisfying about running your fingers through your hair when it’s about half-dry and you’re sitting in front of a slow-moving fan.