Potong Stim

Last saturday it was Passion again.
But I brought my cousin along :D

Didn't know it was such fun to dance with a relative and I was amused by those men hungered after her. Especially when one of the peeps asked for her number discreetly. Oh yeah it has to be discreet because I will crush them to pops if any of them lays a finger on her. Especially from those PEEPS.

Reached home in the morning and both of us started to get really itchy. We were fiddling on the sofa for eternity before he got up to switch off the lights, close the curtains while I cleared the cushions for wider space. That was when I saw gold.

Tiger shat on my RM$2500 sofa.

Half a dozen brownies were lying comfortably behind the cushion, waiting to be hatched.

We just stared at the spot, motionless.

Our raunchy moment came to a cruel halt.

He picked them up with plastic bag while I sanitized the area with trusty FeBreeze. Wiped the area, dumped the cushions, washed our hands and gave some harsh words to the culprit.

Nonetheless, we still decided to carry on with our kinky project. I climbed on top of him and began to undress with great deliberation. With a wild look I started to -censored-censored-censored-

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I only want to emphasize the painful truth of having pets in couplehood.

Apa?

I was telling my galfriend about malay language.
Bahasa Melayu, to be politically correct.

It has always been an amusing lesson. I can't run my tongue from 1 to 10 and my pronounciation sucks.

Below are two incidents that made me remember the specific words by hard.

[Scene 1: Instant Messaging With Colleague]
Ms Quirk: Hey, how shall I tell the user that this can't be done?
Thomas: Just escalate it to Helpdesk. They will know what to do.
Ms Quirk: Oh okie! Kasih.
(no reply for 5 minutes)
Thomas: Yes lover.
(stunned for 30 seconds)
Ms Quirk: Huh? Haha, lover your head.
Thomas: You know kasih means lover, right?
(still blur like hippo)
Ms Quirk: Err, is it? I thought it's a short form for terima kasih?
Thomas: Haha, there's no short form for that la.
(wide-eyed and embarrassed)
Ms Quirk: Arh, okie. Err.. haha. Right right. Ahem.

[Scene 2: Mamak - Supper Time]
Ah Neh: Boss, minum?
(few of them ordered with smooth melayu slang)
Ms Quirk: Limau panas, gurang manis.
(feeling proud of my newly acquired malay words)
Ah Neh: Makan?
Ms Quirk: I want maggie goreng - besar, and telur kerbau.
(then lighted up a cig and crossed my leg, sense of sophistication)
Cliff: A'bang, mata kerbau satu.
(he pointed me to ah neh while the rest broke into guffaws)
(me, with ocean deep's quizzical look)
Ms Quirk: What la?
Cliff: telur kerbau, when translated, means cow's balls. Understand?
(Uh-oh, I did it again. In front of my colleagues)
Ms Quirk: But mata kerbau will mean sun's balls then. That's not right!
(furiously trying to win back my pride)
Cliff: But ah nehs understand it as sunny-side up, so speak properly next time.
Ms Quirk: ....
(dropped the cig and looked elsewhere)

By the way, limau panas is directly translated as hot manners in mandarin.
And that's my favourite drink.

BROKEN WINGS

Just got news : Cliff's friends have often joked that I'm tying him down.

His reaction? - Silence.

Not that I expect him to defend, but the real question is WHY IS THERE SUCH A JOKE AND WHY HAS IT BECOME A FREQUENT TOPIC?

I learnt that expectations can make and break a life. Even in relationships, I'm still learning how to let go on issues that are in binds.
I hate to explain myself in order to clear my name, because almost everything can be judged as subjectical perception.

I took some time to reflect...
no, I am not restricting him to anything.

It all boils down to daily routine, isn't it?
Look, I dun have a car - not even a valid local driving licence.
Thus he has to fetch and send me to and fro, 5 days per week.
My friends live in Singapore and I did not manage to hook up with anyone who can always go out with me. Maybe not yet. So I have to hang out with him and sometimes with his friends.
Does anyone know that I'm living under the identity of 'his girlfriend' rather than my individuality? Does anyone understand how lost I feel?

Enough of my ramblings, it just doesn't serve any purpose.
I do not want him to become the butt of losers' jokes, so I shall begin to do things on my own - as much as I can.

Mercy.

DISMEMBERED

Alright peeps, here's one of the photos taken during company's dinner and dance. This particular photo is the only one that I looked slightly 'better'.




Sigh.

In fact I scowled at every photos!
I looked like cowdung. Dunno what was wrong with my eyes, so retarded!
My hair - centered parting... damn butchie!
And my blush, WRONGLY PLACED!

wtf wtf.

Now you get to see my top.. man, I used the whole box of TopShop double-sided tapes just to cover all the loops and holes.
Yeah yeah yeah, if only I'm well-endowed to have full B cups.
IF ONLY, okay?!

I refuse to display another photo that showed my sandals. I REFUSE.
It's so humiliating!!

Oh sharddup, people!
BLEAH!


(recently discovered blogger has finally allowed us to post pictures with a click of an icon. woohoo!)

MY BLING

Changed my navel stud last Saturday. This is the stud my bitches bought for my birthday, exactly on the day I had my pierce.



Isn't it wicked?
I love my bitches. They're full of styles. Heheh.


On the other hand, my urge to pierce my tongue is becoming intense by each day.
I get high whenever I fantasize my tongue plays with the jewel. I'm so horny for it!
And if this isn't enough, I'm planning to hurt myself with 40 needles. I'm ready for it. I want a tattoo.. no, I want tattooS.

Pain is good.
Pain is a form of kinky addiction.

Yearning for it :D