
I remembered I was on a 69 and I farted right into Luke’s face.
A damn smelly and rotten one that could probably give him instantaneous lung cancer.
(Well, serve him right.)
What’s yours?

I remembered I was on a 69 and I farted right into Luke’s face.
A damn smelly and rotten one that could probably give him instantaneous lung cancer.
(Well, serve him right.)
What’s yours?
Classics that will never die.
Cantonese songs just have a way of stirring up emotions that English and Chinese songs can never do to me.
They died young. But they left their legacy behind for us to replay over and over again.
I write for a living. I’m wondering, if I die, will anyone remember anything about my writings (be it a paragraph or a line) and then probably masturbate to it?
Ok. I’m joking.
Enjoy.
And in my opinion, that means…
No tears.
No emo-ing.
No over-sensitivity.
After my post on ‘Illusive’ yesterday, I thought about it a bit more and I realise I can’t deal with men who are un-manly in my definition. (Btw, in case I got u guys confused, the previous post “Illusive” is NOT refering to Bestion. I will NEVER be with such a guy to start with.) I have no patience on them. I start to pick on them. And eventually I avoid them. I lost count of the number of men that I threw my temper at just because I think they are some sissies.
Yes, I know some people will start on the bullshit that men have emotions also, since even Andy Lau sings a song that says it’s not a sin for men to cry.
Hell yeah.
BUT I’m just not into such guys. I frown at them, I get freaked out and I hope they disappear from the society like almost immediately. Women emo majority of the time with themselves, with their girlfriends, and I think it’s more than enough. Guys should NOT be joining the crowd.
Men should be all about strategies and efficiency. No nonsense and no frills.
Men are competitive, aggressive and full-of-themselves.
That’s what that makes a man sexy. At least, to me.
I realise..
Most sex blogs that I enjoy are all dying… or are dead.
Either the posts are getting lesser and lesser,
Or…
They are no longer blogging.
What is happening?
Or is there something wrong with my taste for blogs?
I can’t figure you out.
One moment, I think you are a hopeless romantic.
The other moment, I think you are just a scheming bastard who just wants to get into my pants because I’m probably good to fuck as compared to other girls that you know (whom you can’t assess if they have AIDS or not).
I’ve asked why you like me and you say things like “I’m edgy, I’m well-dressed, I’m intellectual”.. and then you always just have to add that statement in.
“And you know, I have plenty of girls around me who want to sleep with me. They sleep around. Everyone is fucking everyone. But I don’t. I don’t wear a condom when I fuck. I don’t want to get STDs from them.”
So what am I to you?
A dettol-ed vagina?
It’s been like 5 years of superficial ‘friendship’.
I don’t know where to classify you.
I do hope you get out of my life soon. And I hate it when I tell you that, you cry right in front of me and say that I hurt you.
While you may claim to be a very sensitive guy, I think that’s called…
EMOTIONAL BLACKMAIL.
It’s either I’ve been too cynical with sweet nothings and wronged you right from the start, or… you are just that creepy.
I hope you get out soon.
Make that immediately.