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I want to have your babies

His name is Anthony.

I can’t take my eyes off him, and he has to sing one of those songs that can really bring my emotions to another level.

He is fucking cute.

He makes me shudder in absolute ecstasy when I watch him sing. It takes me allllllllllll the control I have to suppress the desire so my white lacey panties don’t get wet.

And oh, those eyes.

Oh my gosh. Those eyes. Puppy eyes alert!

Let. Me. Breathe.

My heart can’t stop fluttering lah! Oh dear, be still, my fragile, overhyped heart.

I wanna have your babies.

Many many!

Team Caius

When I watched Twilight, I tsk-ed at the endless gasps and sighs of those horny ladies whose hormones went into overdrive. You could even feel the tension and bated breaths frozen in the air BEFORE the vampires made their entrance onto the screen.

The muffled squeals and all… I was raising my brows and giving those “You kidding me, right?” condescending laughs as my viewing pleasure was disrupted by heaves and low grunts. And the rows of ladies with their hands to their hearts to still them so they wouldn’t leap out or something (especially the one who kept shifting in her seat right next to us, who was an executive female in her late twenties watching it alone, probably for the X-th time).

At the end of the show, fuck, I found myself holding my breath also. Got more wimpy or not?

I caught myself unaware as I was in the midst of some shyshy girlish giggles halfway through the show and wondered what the freak was so wrong with me?!

It was perhaps one of the most interesting movie outings I have ever been to, that emotions and hormones are orchestrated like a symphony, with I-don’t-care-he-is-MINE (deleted to ensure the safety of my being) Edward Cullen as the conductor.

And for the upcoming New Moon.

Gosh.

How Jacob has grown.

I have to keep my mind in check. He is just a teenager and it feels so wrong that it feels so right to feel so wrong..

Tsk tsk tsk.

And of course with the Volturi taking centrestage…

… Let’s get ready for some Team Caius. He has an English accent, ohmyfreakinggoshohdearletmebreathe.

(I just hope he doesn’t make me cringe in a bad way kind…)

Sad to say, I am not looking forward to blatant hormonal display in the cinema which I probably be impossibly annoyed by the disturbing reactions and strange, strange noises from the ladies.

It is even more emotionally traumatising to find myself being one of them. Giggles.

I better get plenty of pantyliner ready when the movie is out, so I don’t cream my panties.

Get ready people, when you walk into a cinema with plenty of ladies watching New Moon, you might find yourself experiencing what Yang Tze theatre is to old men.

Brollies, anyone?

Break my back

I was looking for an one-off fling, and perhaps look for some answers I have been looking for.

With the initial bad experiences, I was ready to just stand my ground, to make sure it was just… well,  a fling.

I can do it, I told myself. I can be firm. I will look elsewhere after this.

When he walked through the door and saw a heaving me, I held my breath and stared for a second longer than I should. I wasn’t sure if he caught the shock in my eyes like that of a deer knowing it had came head-on with the hunter, and its doom looming.

That’s it. I knew it. I had wavered. I was a gone case.. I was ready to start this long-term relationship and make the plunge. No more resilience…. no room for doubts. His

The accent, the charming eyes, and he is…for the lack of better words.. fucking, fucking hot.

I tried to be as disconnected as I could be. But when he ran his hands up from my hips and work his work up slowly up to my neck.. the tingling sensations crept quickly down my spine (what an irony…), and I relaxed like I hadn’t in a while.

I was actually started to feel a little shy when I felt his hand dancing on my bare skin. I bet my last dollar that if I was a guy (and gay), I would be having a hard-on.

The most candid part was when we spoke about my allergy to alcohol and it was plenty of sympathy in his eyes when I elaborated on the effects of alcohol in me.

And then, I asked myself, am I ready for this?

Am I too irrational? Am I too quick to jump into this…… just because he is so droolworthy.

But knowing how broken and screwed I am, I know he can somewhat heal me.

I tell you ah, medical profession these days are freaking evil. They get the cutest doctors and that make sure suckers like me will keep on going back.

And ladies, if you are looking for someone to ask you to lie down and wait for him, lifting your legs high in the air and then run his fingers up and down your body…. as your mind and imagination do the dirty, you should be looking for a chiropractic. Maybe you will get a surprise like me.

But I scared lah! I can imagine every trip how tense I will be just to exercise that amount of self-control. Having a bad back already like that, can you imagine how ravenous I will be when his magical touch gets me better?! I will eat him up lor! Like, alive!

Tsk tsk, very dangerous.

So, after being diagnose of a shorter right leg due to a shift in my hip (thus my hip is twisted), I would need paddings in my shoes. Bra paddings could possibly be of multi-purposes hereonforth.

My neck ligament is screwed, thus if you see me now, my neck will probably be misaligned to my body and might drop off anytime. Okay fine, it is just bent too forward, causing neck aches and nerve headaches. Frankly, I could see the worsening angle of my neck in pictures.

My torso is also slightly twisted, and I was trying to imagine him putting his weight on me trying to align it. Giggles.

My body weight shift shows I place most of my weight on my left leg.

Of cos, my slipped disc issue.

Okay, I have decided. I need chiropractic treatment afterall.

Sigh. I just need to exercise more self control, and perhaps, some new batteries.

Polished

He is an experienced man in his 50s. Suave, charming and with a certain twinkle in his eyes.

It has been a while since I allow a man to go so deep in my mouth…. we had a history and he had been to places that no men with me had ever been.

There was once I lie unconscious in the bed, and I could barely recall what he had done to me when I woke up hours later.

This time, I wasn’t sure he still remember me, and I don’t know why the sudden urge for me to want to see him again.

He urged me to open my mouth a little wider so he could go deeper. Oooo… been a while since I last heard that.

He told me I have a good tongue. Giggles.

An older, and more experienced man he was, and I lied back as I could feel his abdomen against my head, sometimes.

He kept asking me if it hurts, but I could barely feel it…. call me sadistic, I was actually enjoying it.

It was diiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrtttttttttyyyyyyyyyyy as the wetness splashed onto my face, taking me by surprise.

I left with a huge, satisfied grin, and he promised to fill me up the next time I return.

Don’t you just love skilled, experienced men?

I am looking forward to next week already.

DDDDDDDiiiiiiiiiirrrrtttyyy

He is 17.

And I feel dirty looking at this picture and giggling to myself silly-ly.

I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo. I am not a paedo.

Please don’t cream your panties.

Not saying that I did…

Greg Pritchard

My new favourite Britain’s Got Talent contestant - Greg Pritchard.

Alas most embedding are disabled, so link to it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhFRFtSzdSI

I think the funniest part is the song they used in his introduction clip. And of course, not forgetting the judges’ expressions, and how Piers was making his comments, his tone went a pitch higher.

I think he is very the charming. *Swoons*

I kept sniggering smiling throughout the performance. I smile smile smile until I teared(his voice really gave me goosebumps in the positive way…)

I wonder what brand of underwear he wears though…

Hmm…. ;)

Shallow

“Sweets, you are actually very shallow,” he said with the signature smirk.

So, I was told I am a very, very shallow person over the weekend. Giggles.

I sure didn’t know I was measured that way.

I know, I am not someone with depth, I have always insisted.

And I think that explains the kind of men I date, those men whom only very shallow ladies should date, to well, stroke their ego a little, and feel like they are enough to be everything to a lady as shallow as, yours truly.

Giggles.