tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571772011-04-22T12:24:03.097+08:00Tylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809570570251490895noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20457177.post-1141315055957053062006-03-02T23:57:00.000+08:002006-03-02T23:57:35.996+08:00

Never in life has one been able to control his or her dreams. It's no surprise that I have no hold over what crosses my mind in my hours of sleep. Strange images, like scenes from a movie, penetrate my mind as though they were a reflection of the day's events. Ironically, my life just isn't as fabulous as perceived in dreamland.I dream of having a baby, a couple of months old, giggling and

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I slept with a guy I met for barely 4 hours. He's charming and suave, and it was almost impossible to resist his electrifying eyes and deep, smooth voice. I had wanted to go, but the angry resentment and frustration I had towards my man just propelled me to do the wrong thing to piss him off. That was Monday night. It's early Friday morning now and I haven't spat a single word about the incident.

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It's been long since the last time I started working. Not that long actually, but it does feel like it was really long ago. The fact that I'm starting in a brand new industry makes it all more unnerving than it should be. The environment is more Mat-yoyo than I would like, but then again, we all know the Mats take the majority of the nightlife jobs. Is that why they all think I'm Mat as well?

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He's being cold to me all over again. He says he has questions about this relationship and himself. I think he needs more time to himself to sort his thoughts out, but unfortunately, his work keeps him busy until midnight each day. Even this weekend, he's been rushing out work. At this rate, I'm really uncertain about when he'll ever be able to be more normal again... And as the state of this

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So last night I turned him down. And tonight, right now, he is still at his work. I don't see anything happening anytime soon. Wednesday is going to be a busy day at work for him. He's pre-empted that much. And Thursday he wants some time to himself. To do what I'm not sure, but he did mention meeting friends and having a couple of drinks and stuff like that. Now I have to start searching for my

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I turned down his sexual advances last night because I just didn't feel like letting him have it. Not like he was coming on strong anyway. He's never been one man who needed or wanted a lot of sex. I should count myself lucky for even having it 3 times a week. Unfortunately I haven't been very lucky recently. The last time we had it was on Sunday afternoon. And before that, it was a Monday. So

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I've always wanted to see him make out with another woman. A hot one, that is. The whole Saturday night came almost as a shock. It was only planned that we would head down to Gotham Penthouse and enjoy the remainder of the night. (Which wasn't a lot by the way, cos by the time we went out, it was already 1am.) Who knew that we would meet that crazy girl, Kat, just downstairs from Gotham.It was a

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This TV ad for iGallop is fucking sexual. I first saw it last night on Channel 8 with my man and I just start shrieking "Fuck! Fuuuck! They look like they're riding on top of a man!" My man just smiled at the pretty cowboy babes in white riding away provocatively. Although personally I think the ad could have been made raunchier by having the models oiled up and wearing bare minimal gymwear (

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I haven't had sex since Monday. Or was it Sunday? Either way, I know it's Monday or Sunday. And that was like around 5 days ago.I feel so undersexed.My sex drive is going at a full 200km/hr now, and there's no one to stop me from crashing and burning.I wish he had a a higher sex drive. Or even a drive at least.He always says he has got a low sex drive, although we both laughingly agree that it's

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An unexpected discovery about myself, all thanks to an ex-boyfriend. I have really grown up over the last 2 years. I have matured and become wiser, being more at peace with the inner me unlike the many years before. I guess it must be the passing of my mother and the realisation of love, true love. Before all this, I had never fully understood the concept of all-encompassing selfless love.

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Today is the day he leaves this marriage. To walk away temporarily and gain composureto face this shambles of a love again.Or to walk away,never looking back,ditching this wonderful lovewhere personalities clash. I do not know how he will recoverwith this one week's leave.I do not know if he will return again.All I can do is wait.With this broken heart of mine,I wait.

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This straining I feelconsumes me as a whole.My emotions drained,my body weak.I cannot insistfor pieces of a puzzle to fit.All I can dois to insist on keeping them.Because you want something,doesn't mean that you will get it.Because you love something,doesn't guarantee reciprocal.Maybe at this pointI have snapped.Snapped beyond recognition,broken beyond repair.I cannot bother myselfwith whether he

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We fought. It doesn't matter to him that I am so ill that I hardly have any strength to talk. To him, he's more important than me. More important than this relationship. I wish I could say that he doesn't cherish this love. But the truth is, I don't even know if he loves me. Love is so elusive. How can you measure love? How can you even know if there is love in a relationship?

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Three times a week is NOT enough. It doesn't matter how many times you make me come. We usually both lose count anyway. The only evidence of our sexual fiasco are the patches of sticky wetness that remains on the surfaces where we fucked. What I want is for you to come in me multiple times. I want to watch the expression on your face when my tight pussy squeezes your thick cock as I am coming,

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So the new year officially starts today. Has anything good happen in the last three days? No. Do I think anything good will happen soon? No.So what's the point of having a new year when nothing's going to be different? I don't know. I don't control the universe.

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Face the beach.This is when you know how small you are as compared to the world.Are we all expandable?Sadly, yes.However, if we get really really lucky,there will always be those few people who will want us in their lives.Our parents. Our very close friends. The one whom we love and loves us back.Cherish your parents. They have been through a lot just to bring you up.Treasure your friends who

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Vision blurs. The world seems better.Rationality kicks in. I think better.Emotions stabilise. I feel better.Every problem seems minute.Every solution seems possible.Nicotine a killer?I hardly think so...

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