Cher's day 08.
So today was Teachers' Day Celebrations, The weird thing was that we still have 2 periods of lessons, then 'recess', in which everyone rushes to the canteen to queue up for food just to have the bell go in their face. OK I didn't get to go down to the canteen in the first place, possibly because I was stuck at/between the 3rd and 5th floors. I don't really injoy getting taupok-ed, but I always injoyed having part of the class run after me. I guess I love being challenged. Sort of.
So yea. I got taupok-ed twice.
And I wanted a 3rd time, but they were too tired. I guess I'm hyperactive.
The 'celebrations' weren't very exciting and I felt that it was a bloody waste of time, as usual. Like..I would rather spend that time wanking. Not stoning at the hall watching performances which I don't give a shit to. Damn stupid, but I guess there's no helping it.
And there were stupid awards. I don't see a point in the 'Most beautiful teacher' award, and the 'Most handsome' teacher award. Seriously, so what if you're the most good-looking in this school? Who cares about your face?
It's just damn stupid.
1) If you're the winner, you get the scorn of your colleagues. Maybe not, but you're exempted from a sudden egotism.
2) If you didn't get it, you might get depressed. I don't know how this happens or how this counts, but seriously. That is crap.
Then went to grab Bryan to go back to Rivervale. It was a bloody waste of time and highly unsuccessful. But he came along in the end so yea.
On the bus ride to Rivervale, I started talking to random Cat High boys on the bus. The cute little Sec1s. Very fun to talk to. I guess I'm too sociable. Or rude. It depends on the person. Yea. Might have polluted them a bit, I brought in the element of Pornography and how I'm not obsessed with it(really, I quit porn).
But the above was random and I can understand if you're laughing now. Or maybe you aren't but no one cares anyway.
So we alighted and on our walk to RPS, we saw some SKSS kids. I say kids because they were wearing short pants. And in most schools, short pants = lower secondary. But that would probably be the highest level of education they can reach. I have nothing against 'NSKs', but I have something against smokers. Wasting money on suicide is like paying for porn. It's pointless, and there are many ways out. For porn, you can download illegally. For suicide, you can just take the plunge!
Another thing to note is that failed suicide attempts would result in a court case. So if you want, finish it off in one movement. Less trouble for the people who survives you. Go on, shove off your mortal coil by continually wasting your health away on stupid stuff like smoking.
Why do Sec1 and 2 kids want to smoke anyway? Got money earn meh? Che.
And there is no need to walk around in school uniform while smoking. You're just telling everyone that you're doing something illegal. You want to do such crazy and law-defying stuff, at least do it more discreetly, like at night or something. Smoking at cross junctions isn't my iFea of discreet. I hope they get banged down by cars or something.
And they went back to my primary school. Is this what education blessed them with?
So we went around and partied quite a bit in RPS. With Edward, WK, BW, LKS, and some random X whose name I have no wish to disclose. I think I was dang hyper, running around and talking a lot. Oh wait, that's normal.
And playing chess with BW was certainly most entertaining. Normal games don't result in that many draws.
Sleepy.
Oh ya. Something very weird. OK, so you're grown up, you have your new friends in secondary school and they asked you out on teachers' day. You're given a choice: Going out with them, or going back to your primary school to meet your ex-classmates.
Now, many people choose the former. Fine by me, I mean, there really is a need to go out with your present classmates since you're closer to them. I won't hate my ex-classmates for that.
But I just find it weird that you'd rather go out with friends you meet everyday than go out with friends you meet only on special occasions which are normally eclipsed by the very friends you meet everyday in the first place. OK, fine, you want you go lor. There's no harm done, seriously.
But if you 'feel bad', then perhaps there was something fundamentally incorrect in your train of thought and that you should reorganize your thoughts. It becomes quite weird when you go out with your new friends while thinking about your old friends and feeling bad and emo. You know, feeling bad and emotional doesn't help in solving anything. You chose to go out with your new friends, you jolly well enjoy it.
Yea.
RUNESCAPE: I was training away just now on spiders when I realized that I don't want to play the computer anymore. Maybe it was because no one was talking to me on MSN at around 12, and that I don't like to stone while my character kills the spiders. I do the spiders only when I have other things to do online, like blogging, flirting with many many girls, and so on. But today, I ended up killing moss giants.
You know what that implies? It means that I had nothing better to do and that I was online solely for Runescape, which makes my existence very miserable.
Something even worse happened. I accidentally levelled up my Strength. I wanted to level it up only during clan wars today, to show that 'HEH I LEVELLED UP IN YOUR FACE', but even that was denied. So I levelled up strength to 92 and my combat level went up to 109.
And there was hardly a soul to celebrate this level up with. I'm sad. Aww.
Training on moss giants makes me a really lonely piece of shit, and I can just see that happening right now. Dang hungry, too.
-- 8/29/2008 05:21:00 PM
Ways to get her horny.
So I was on the bus yesterday. Then things happen. She happened.
I was just being a pure and innocent boy(as usual), when I found a seat on the bus. Dang rare, so I took it. The girl I was sitting with alighted, so I took over the seat by the window.
Then things happened. Like I said, she happened. I don't even know why I'm repeating myself.
Some RJ girl went up and sat beside me. So on her right was me, and on my left was her. That made sense right? Yea, rare flashes of me making sense. So anyway, she was there, and I was there, and yea.
She started sleeping! I think I exude such manliness and caveman qualities that she felt a sense of security. She was flopping here and there. Quite a joy.
In her deep slumber, her head rested on my left flabs, and although I knew she didn't mean it, I felt loved. Aww. So anyway she was just lying on me. I'd prefer to say that she slept on me. And it was fun. I loved that feeling, and it was dang awkward.
Which really tell you just how little experience I have with girls. Really sad. I'm, like, sobbing my heart out as I right. It's a miracle my keyboard's still intact. Water and electronic stuff don't really mix well right?
Oh and many things happened today, like how I got my new girlfriend suddenly*blushes*
I hope she's reading this now, but I don't really think that she knows how to use the computer, because I go for stupid girls. Egotistic me.
She's lying on my bed now, too. Her name is 'Beloved'. So when I hug her, I'm hugging my beloved. What a convenient name. And sometimes I'd change her name to darling, so I'd be hugging my darling.
I'm such a lucky man, to have RJ girls sleeping on me and to be able to hug my Beloved wherever I go.
By the way, I hate you people. Never give nice nice names for my bag. Yes lah, beloved is my bag's name if you haven't already noticed. I realized that I'm dang fickle-minded, and that if I were to name it after someone I like now, I'd have to change her name every 3months. Just enough for the first trimester. You know, the kind of 'Oh-you're-3-months-pregnant-but-I'm-going-to-dump-you' sort of thing.
Yea I'm hell irresponsible.
So anyway, I decided that my bag needs a name, because I've been lonely for so long...sobs..I'm going to, I don't know, cut myself now or something because that's what lonely people should do. And I think I'd going to become schizophrenic if I really carry on thinking that my bag is a human. Maybe I'd really get a girlfriend, a figment of my imagination, because every male teenager must have a girlfriend and that it's a sin not to have one.
If you didn't sense the sarcasm, that's because it's seriously unintended! Why'm I even blogging about this? I guess it's just to say that I got a name for my bag.
Oh yea I was seriously slighted just now.
I was buying a birthday cake for my father(not with my money of course) when the lady asked me 'How many candles?' in Chinese.
Out of the thousands of questions I anticipated her to ask, I didn't expect her to ask for the number of candles to be used for a birthday cake. What a genius. So I stoned for awhile.
And she thought I didn't understand what '蜡烛' meant. So she said changed to 'How many candles?' OK it has the same meaning but GAH. It's almost as if I didn't know Chinese at all.
I was just trying to recall how many years old my father is! Wahlau I should complain her or something.
Just because I can.
Oh yea I have an erotica. Just came up with it. It's about how girls can cave into their own sexual desires, too.
Oops, spoilered. I shall try using names of porn stars. They chio.
Risa wanted to keep her virginity until after marriage. Then she'd unleash all her sexual desires on the man of her wet dreams, which would invariably be her husband. Something like that. Yea. So she wanted to keep it for her husband, like I mentioned above.
Something along the lines of keeping herself chaste...display of moral fibre...blah blah.
But no one really cares about those these days. Everyone around her sexes every hour or so. Not her. She was brought up in a supposed good family, blah blah blah blah blah blah.
OK so she met...OK I don't really know any guy's name so let me be lucky once in awhile. So what's her name? Oh Risa(I had to scroll up) met Yiwei. That kind of thing. Then she felt dang horny because manliness seeped out of Yiwei. A better word would be 'ooze', because manliness diffuses out of Yiwei in large amounts. Scary right?
So yea she got a bit horny, and went up to talk to him. Then everything her hymen stood for got broken down, leaving that vulnerable piece of membrane standing alone.
But she resisted the temptation, because she barely knew Yiwei and that she still had control over her body. Some sort of control. Yea. So she was just stoning there and stuff like that. She managed to walk away to get home though. Yiwei didn't know that he had such an impact on her of course. He didn't know how to read minds.
But he understood body language perfectly. So on their next meet up(initiated by her), he felt it weird to see her squirming around her seat with a flushed face. OK maybe not flushed. I don't really know how girls react when they get horny. How would I know if anyone got horny or something. Weird. OK so she was dang horny and squirming around her seat and stuff like that.
Body language reader Yiwei pounced on the opportunity to encourage her to have sex, being turned on by how meek and shy she was. Something along those lines. Yea.
(I feel like shitting now, so things would turn out a bit shitty because my rectum dictates my mood.)
So she was already seeping love juices because Yiwei was just too irresistible. And Yiwei noticed the distinct smell and got turned on. His huge 10-inch piece of shit tented his pants and upon seeing it, Risa was petrified. She wanted it in her, yet she was scared of pain.
Yiwei knew just how to get a girl horny even more so than now. He knew how to push the limits and..I don't know. Like, get her to actually have sex with him. Stuff like passionate kissing, followed by full-body massages(or the other way round, doesn't have any chronological order seriously.)
So she got very horny and it all felt so good. Risa needed him and was practically begging him for sex. Then they did it and all that she thought was morally correct, blah blah blah, all were thrown to the winds when she got horny.
I don't really have much time and I don't want to go into details for obvious reasons, so I'm going to end here because I want to shit.
Oh and moral of the story?
1) You can't promise not to have sex.
2) Girls get horny too.
OK I shall teach you people how to get a girl horny, and for girls who don't want to have sex so soon, these are tell-tale signs that a guy wants to be inside you and wants you to want him inside you.
I did some research on the net, and found some porn pictures(I really didn't want to). I intended to just post the URLs here, but I know of girls who don't watch porn, so yea.
Just copying wholesale from some random forum
http://www.funadvice.com/q/10_ways_to_make_a_girl_horny
1. Full body massages
2. Neck kisses
3. Fingers through hair
4. Squeezing thighs..
5. get rock hard and let her see your p*nis stick up through your pants
6. make the room dim and light candles or something
7. bring up subjects about sex
8. Touch her waist or boobs
9. hug her
10. buy her a sexy lingerie and tell her 2 put it on
11. kiss her
12. do a sexy dance (it's underestimated)
Some sound really stupid, but I just replicated it here. Just in case.
-- 8/28/2008 03:53:00 PM
Closing ceremony of Beijing Olympics.
Quite some tear-worthy day. My maid of 6years went home. I was sleeping and she went into my room and the combined efforts of my mum and her weeping woke me up. 9AM only. Bade farewell and stuff to her. Was quite sad too.
Partly for my taste buds. The new one don't seem to be able to cook that well. Dinner proved me right.
Then my mum sis ahma and I(notice the only capitalized word is 'I'? Yea I'm seriously in love with myself. Sorry) went to AMK hub to watch money no enough 2.
The starting was dang lame. The part about tearing down ERPs and throwing them into whichever river that was. It was funny in an idiotic way and I couldn't help but be tickled.
What else happened? Oh yea, the mother. Dang sad. Shan't spoiler people who might want to watch. OK it's not that, it's just that I don't remember much. I don't like to remember sad things. I love being happy. Like, look at me. What sad things have I been through? Oh wait. I forgot.
Then went X and went home.
Watched the closing ceremony of the Beijing Olympics, and got a lot of crap that we'd have been better off without. I don't think anyone's interested in the speeches. But then again without speeches it wouldn't be a ceremony, but a performance. So yea. It's weird putting 2 conflicting powers together. But then again I went to wank so yea, it wasn't that boring.
Why am I even blogging? I remember it was something about the Olympics. Quite sad that the whole thing is ending. Or rather, ended. But then again there's no such thing as a never-ending banquet. Rather much of a direct translation but I couldn't be bothered to switch to Chinese just for 8 words. I think it's 8.
Anyway, I wanted to watch the closing ceremony because one of my friends said something about the Chinese dancers being damn chio. Or something along those lines. Chio, hot, boner-inducing..something along those lines. So I went to watch, and I found the girls whoohoo! One thing bad though--they wore caps. Can't see much of their faces. Or maybe that's a good thing, but then again I'd rather see everything there is to see.
I find the dress code quite hot though. I meant the people who aren't performing by the way, if you haven't realized. I'm referring to the girls running around the Bird's Nest. Whoa. Simple yet whoohoo.
Oh yea one more thing. Things are always announced in Greek, then the host country's language and English. I forgot whether the host country's language comes out first or not, but it's always Greek first. Quite cool to be able to start the whole Olympic movement and be credited and have your flag raised without having to lift a finger.
And it's even cooler that most of us understand 2 out of the 3languages used. A privilege we won't enjoy in the next Olympics. Which languages would be used then? Greek and English? 2 only. Not fun.
I really don't know why some people are ashamed of being Chinese. Are you being discriminated against? Who's discriminating against you? Why do you detest your roots? Who are you to do that?
There's nothing to be ashamed of what. Fuck you. By the way this part of the post is quite crappy. I forgot who said he/she hated being a Chinese. It was quite some time back too.
This post is getting senseless. I think I should pull another story out from my ass soon. It shall revolve around empty promises. With the Sex element, of course.
-- 8/24/2008 10:11:00 PM
Bag-naming competition.
I got tagged to do a rather weird and interesting quiz about 20 facts about myself and that kind of stuff.
I promise to make it as interesting as I can.
1. I can't think of a female's name for my bag. I carry my bag all the time. Someone help me out?
2. I'm seriously a girl. Maybe I'm delusional, but I think I have many periods a week.
3. I'm hot. And hairy.
4. My combat level is 108. And if I level up strength, attack, hitpoints, defense, or prayer, I'd become 109.
5. Number 4 is crap.
6. I'm crappy.
7. I want condoms. 'Just in case' sort of thing.
8. I kill people. On Runescape.
9. I abhor gory scenes. So I eat sweets and stuff in those occasions.
10. I have a really strong stomach. Like Snorlax.
11. I don't like Subway. Subway is not good. Dang expensive. I no money.
12. I'm not horny.
13. Can skip? 13 unlucky number.
14. I love Cat High.
15. I love 4-7.
16. That's the number of alphabets in my name.
17. I love NCC Land.
18. That's what I hit on Runescape.
19. I'm not in love with Runescape. Who could be? Please, I don't play Runescape.
20. It's OK to not give 'facts', right? I'm so fictitious.
Awright so I guess my homework's done. I don't find it exceptionally tickling though. Ah well.
I've never seen a greater gathering of Cat High students in public areas in school uniform. J8 doesn't count, because they aren't there with a common purpose.
But it's a magnificent sight to behold when 20+(?) people are gathered at Bugis MRT station. With great numbers come safety, and I think I made quite a bit of noise. But it's all fun.
I don't really have much to say. Maybe because I don't have the mood to. And that there's nothing much to say.
But here are a few interesting videos:
Me getting taupok-ed:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uVK7YTKQPo8
It's certainly interesting to see so many high-fliers.
Equestrian:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKQgTiqhPbw
I guess it's rare to see horses tap-dancing. I didn't pick that video because I buay song that guy, it's just that it's the first video that popped up when I searched for 'Equestrian dressage'.
Coincidentally, I think that equestrian is the worst event ever in Olympics. Tell me what's so sporty about horses and the clig-clog sounds of their hooves? Who is more befitting of the medal: the rider or the ridden? That certainly is the most philosophical question I made in the history of my blog. Which says a lot.
I thought gymnastics wasn't much of a sport, but more of dance or something. And I didn't really think that synchronized diving is a sport. It's more of an art. Same goes for synchronized swimming. All dancing.
So when I saw the horse trotting away, I couldn't stop laughing. It was..dancing. Horses aren't supposed to dance. Why don't humans walk like horses instead? Then become like horses and get ridden. Then have sex like horses. No right? It's not normal right? So why are humans trying to make horses sexpress themselves through music? It's really weird.
Oh yea I should give my new bag a name. Someone tell me a good name? I need a name. I don't want to hug a nameless bag 24/7. I like hugging my bag. It's fun. Someone please give me a name.
This shall be a bag-naming competition. The price would be...getting the suggested name used. That would be your honour.
-- 8/22/2008 11:25:00 PM
20.08.2008
So we went to the library just now during our Physics free period because it's our free period. And then someone went my blog and saw tags and concluded that it's my birthday.
And I stupidly thanked him for wishing me a happy birthday. Then I knew I was dead.
But I went ahead to play some metal slug online game, some flash version introduced by Eric. I wanted to blog long ago, but heh, was playing it.
I like the new librarian, dang slack and nice to play with. Whoohoo so we got the free gaming and stuff. I didn't get to play Runescape though, the computers were too laggy. My birthday isn't complete like this. Sobs.
And how can anyone forget to taupok me? An event I'd rather make do without, but they were so persistent. I got chased around half the school. Sort of. Dang tiring, with my stomach churning laksa. I couldn't overpower the strength of 5-10guys, and I got carried back to class like some pig. It just happened, and Ms. Fernandez like didn't care. She walked by and simply said something like 'Don't get hurt boys'. I guess she's really used to such displays of affection. Who wouldn't be, after a few years in such a rough school?
I ran around the place because it'd make everyone more hyped up. I like getting taupok-ed, and I know there's no way out because when a quarter of 4-7 is out to hunt someone, that someone doesn't stand a chance of surviving. Unless you're George or something, but then again that's not 1/4 of the class on him.
Anyway, I uploaded a video of them pouncing on me. I could see flying people. It's dang funny, and that comes from the 'victim'. So I guess I should upload onto youtube and if someone decides to stomp it, cheers.
I felt my ribs bending by the way. Twice. Quite a breathtaking experience, something I don't wish to suffer again.
Then I got a bag from those bastards(I don't really need a bag) and I think it's quite fun because they forced it on me and I half-expected them to get me something(Hubert leaks many things). It was all fun though. Really happy. Whoohoo! And got a rather nice note from special people.
Now all I'm missing is a condom. I hope LS gets me one. I really want one. Just in case.
Took bus 88 home with GZK, NSX, LKS, FJY(I like using the initials of Chinese names, don't know why) and had a lot of fun and made a lot of noise and sexed everyone and stuff. I love my class.
Many people can't seem to live through their birthdays without well-wishes from someone they like in a special way, and because I don't feel that way to anyone at this point in time(maybe I am, you'd never know), I'd carry on by debunking stupid stuff people say when they're deeply in love to validate my point that such love is unnecessary. Not that it'd hurt living with it though.
'You're the reason why I'm breathing.'
FUCK OFF. The stimulus for breathing is carbon dioxide, as anyone who takes biology and read up on chapter X would know. And..let me try recall those rusty stuff..um. OK I forgot. Anyway the stimulus for breathing is carbon dioxide build-up, and not because of love for anyone or anything. Unless you're trying to refer to the person you love as an acidic oxide, please stop using that phrase. It's overrated, and it's not even funny.
OK actually that's the only thing I have a beef with. That's the only thing I can recall anyway. So back to the point.
There's no point actually, class dismissed.
Oh yea, won't bother listing names. I find that unnecessary because I'm thanking the people who made my day, and the list of people includes people who sent me happy birthday messages, the bag-contributers, the sex, the this and the that and the people who've made my life so fun.
That's almost everyone. No need to pin and point names. Sometimes I go other people's blog and they don't thank me. Sobs. So I might as well not list in case anyone feels bad. Awww.
-- 8/20/2008 08:34:00 PM
O lvl oral = wilt.
I think I screwed up my English oral. As in seriously.
I was dang nervous throughout the course of the day because..I don't know. I just was. I couldn't control myself, it was just trembling away a few hours before I even stepped into the hall. I know that there was nothing for me to lose, and that I have really have nothing to fear.
But the trembling won't stop. Perhaps it's because only the first four of my class would be going in today, and that's according to index number. Dang sad, because I'm the second. After Adarrel. Gah.
Anyway, so I was just feeling bit insecure because I don't have my other friends around. With classmates around, perhaps I'd have felt better because..I don't know, there's a false sense of safety in numbers? And that I'm easily taken in by such delusions?
So I was there with my other friends and we weren't allowed to communicate. Of course we still did, I got to know about Dong Lum's need of the toilet(to clear his nose block), I helped Adarling with a few words(or at least attempted to) and I didn't manage to talk to Bryan(or Brian? I don't exactly read nametags) because he was seated further away from me.
Dang tensed up. And when I went up to see the picture, it was hell. Because the picture was about a group of students crowded around some pulley system and I don't even take physics. Crapped a lot.
And I felt my voice trembling even when I read the passage out. I felt that my voice was dang loud or something, but the worse thing was that it was trembling. FUCK!
Ah well. Can't be helped I guess. And I'd like to bitch about the female examiner.
She was playing with her hair with an indifferent look, almost as if whatever I said wouldn't matter. Of course it wouldn't, but basic respect please. No wait, I don't even want to plead to you. Screw you. So when I wanked just now, I thought about raping her and humiliating her in any way possible, until I realized that she..didn't look too good to wank over. So my boner dropped and I didn't wank.
Disappointing. I needed to release the oxytocin, or C
43H
66N
12O
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2 to cheer myself up. It didn't happen though.
I think I didn't notice everyone about my oral O's today. OK now you people know.
Maybe it's just me but I felt that I really didn't do myself justice. But then again maybe it's just me. I hope it's just me thinking too much.
Time for my erotica on wilt. I asked the requester to supply me with names and I got them. I copied a bit from 'Perfect cut':
WILT:
Victor hurried along the long hallway towards his masterbedroom(didn't mean to join them up, seriously). He had finished with their wedding rites, and was ready to have sex with his hot wife Cassandra. He had abstained from all forms of sex throughout his whole life, just to keep himself clean and chaste. He wanted his first time to be with his wife, and naturally he expected that of Cassandra.
He felt weird and sexcited about having sex with Cassandra, probably due to the topic of Sex being a very alien topic. At least to him. After she got rid of her beautiful wedding gown, Victor felt something stir between his legs. How could anyone resist temptation(think about the Magnum commercial)? She was the first naked woman he had ever seen in his entire life, and he was surprised by the biological makeup of a female homo-sapien(that how you spell it?). She stood in full naked glory, and smiled nervously as he eyed her lustily, yet with hesitance as he didn't know how to proceed.
Sensing his uncertainty, Cassandra assured Victor that it's alright, and: 'I'm all yours'. Like an airplane given permission to land(not a very apt description), he stepped out of his..wedding attire(I'm against talking about clothes and all for talking about lack of clothes) and looked at his growing member. Both pairs of eyes were on his meat as he ballooned to monstrous proportions. Cassandra felt moistness between her legs as she wanted it in her, to spew its contents into the deep recesses of her..OK you got the point. (I don't want to say derogatory remarks or use crude names for reproductive organs. I'm nice and I certainly respect females.)
So anyway, she wanted him in her, she wanted him to penetrate her membrane, to let him know that she was his first. And they did just that, with Victor humping her thigh, something most inexperienced guys do. She directed his head into her, and felt as he pushed against his membrane. Victor was glad to find that membrane, because it signified virginity and chastity and all that civilization supposedly stood for. He was glad to be her first. Something to do with moral values and keeping your virginity for your spouse.
She kept moaning stuff like 'Pain..ahh..please don't. Let me get on top, let me control, ahhh', but he was reluctant to get out of her. After all, it felt so good with his head in her. Not the thing between your shoulders lah, you got my point can already. Besides, he wanted to be in control, he wanted blah blah blah blah but he realized that the foreign object in her was causing much distress and that it's best to let her do the job and be in control. Gentlemanly play here.
So she straddle him with her long legs wide apart, and began to work her way down him. Slowly, he gained entry to her womanhood until the same membrane stood its way. Then plop! and it was gone. She sat on him hard and didn't move for awhile. More of couldn't move. Something to do with pain.
After awhile she started moving around, full of him. Yea. Something along those lines. I'm going to skip the details, I think the above was badly done and I think that if I were to go on it'd be even worse.
So after teh(no typos here) sex, he laid there panting. That was his first experience and it was hell tiring. He drifted off to sleep soon after. Something to do with fountaining and fatigue.
Many days after, he found ulcers on a body part he was proud of. He waved it away like magic and after awhile they disappeared. He carried on a healthy sex life with Cassandra without care for whatever ugly warts that appear.
Then he found out that he contracted herpes and that it cannot be cured and that it's a sexually transmitted disease. Since he only had sex with Cassandra, he didn't know where he contracted the disease from. Weird right?
Cassandra shook herself clear of all suspicion with an 'Oh you took my virginity!' She didn't want to tell him that she went for re-suturing because that might jeopardize their marriage and being a selfish piece of shit she didn't want to share her story of how she did it once with Martin, her ex-boyfriend whom she loved deeply.
After the experience, he dumped him because he got what he wanted: virgin blood. And after having drawn first blood, he didn't see a need for her anymore and so he got rid of her.
When Cassandra met Victor, she knew about how he kept himself chaste and pure and sex-less. Naturally she would want to go for re-suturing, to appear as chaste as he was, to make up for her past mistake, or at least give him the impression that he really was her first.
But it all came to naught with this venereal disease. He came to know the truth.
His member wilted.
I kouped this whole thing from 'Perfect Cut' because I thought it was most befitting for the title wilt.
Certain things to note: Guys these days still want their spouses to be their first, even if they aren't theirs. Such is the irony of males. Something to do with ego.
Moral of the story? Sex after marriage, avoids problems, lets your husband feel happy.
If you really want to make your husband feel better or something, don't go for re-suturing, you'd have to live with the guilt of cheating on the man who you would wake up to see every morning of your life till you die. Or get hospitalized. Honesty is the best policy.
Why am I even trying to preach? You people already know. Besides, guys don't face that problem.
-- 8/18/2008 07:30:00 PM
Tapestry 08
Forget about 'Wilt', do that next post. Or below. Shall talk about the CIP I went for just now.
So there were a lot of Malay bands. This is Tapestry, an organization which asks for bands to perform every year for another charitable organization. So it's like a medium for donations.
And a lot of Malay bands which performed quite well.
Anyway, I went over to help collect money. And I asked 2 Malays for donations and they tried to joke with me:
Me: Would you like to make a donation?
Them: Uh..what is this for?
Me: This is for the visually handicapped.
Them: So this is for people like you? *makes vague references to my spectacles*
Me: No, this is visually impaired.
Them: Oh.
What the fuck. They donated a bit anyway. Donate money to save face.
I forgot what I wanted to say already. Oh yea, met some nice people here and there.
But there was this security guard whom my friend asked donations from. This security guard simply questioned whether all the money would go to helping the people who really need help. He was damn cynical, and wasted my friend's time, so I stepped in to let him waste my time instead. I ended with something along the lines of 'At least we know we tried to help' and walked off. What a bastard. So old already still want be like that. You don't want donate fine lah, we aren't forcing you to do anything anyway. Even if 90% of the money is eaten up by the greedy people, at least 10% is for the people who we want to help. And that much is good enough. At least we know we tried.
This reminds me of yet another experience. I was asking for donations for the Yellow Ribbon..project? Not sure, but it's for the ex-prisoners. Then there was this uncle who I debated with for a long time. We argued over whether prisoners deserve a second chance or not.
I realized that I wasted a lot of time there and then.
Dang.
Oh yea and we were at Central, Clarke Quay. Which means that the music the bands make would be heard by shoppers and shop owners. Duh. So there was this screamo band and one auntie was dang pissed. She ran out of her shop and shouted 'TELL THEM TO STOP NOW!' to X, where X is a random person. I think it was a security guard, hard to tell with crazy women. So she was shouting away and dang pissed and blah blah blah. I found it funny.
Aiya Singapore got thrashed. 3-0. It's not finished yet, but China is leading the 3rd game with 2sets at hand. Maths isn't looking too good for our side.
Bleh nothing much to say already. Except that China a bit..over. I mean, they could give us a gold medal but no. But then again that's just humane.
Update: Shit. I forgot about English Oral. Who the eff would forget about their oral examinations? I think I'm dang relaxed. No wait I'm not right now. =.= OK I shall stop blogging.
Another update(couldn't help it, this is scary): LIN DAN from China won the gold medal in badminton from Lee Chong Wei. I find it scary.
-- 8/17/2008 08:52:00 PM
Table-tennis.
So I was watching our table-tennis players fighting the Koreans when I realized that the Koreans have nicer legs. OK perhaps I missed some of the action, but the last 2 players didn't possess legs which looked as nice as their opponents.
Which says a lot because I don't like Koreans. Never mind.
So I was trying to find something the Singapore team had in common, and I'm sure everyone knows that they're from China. Not that I have anything against China, but that they aren't exactly 'homegrown'. So what's the big fuss about them getting into the finals, with a consperm+guarantee+chop that they would at least get a silver.
A lot of people are comparing them with our homegrown Tan Howe Liang. I have more respect for him, although I really don't like the iFea of weightlifting as a sport. He got a silver without government support. He financed his own effort to compete. There's no 1million dollar bounty for getting any medals.
He did it just because..I don't know. But he did it. Not much immediate honour, nothing, life went on as usual for him. But now, athletes get so much attention. Is it for the sport or for the money?
I mean, some people would hunt Mas Selamat Kastari for the 1million bounty. Some would hunt him for solely for international security reasons and stuff like that, not for the money but for the betterment of humanity.
Same goes for sports. Some people do it out of passion, some just for the money. Makes me wonder whether they'd play even if there's no money involved.
The world is rather screwed these days.
Oh yea, and I haven't sexplained my distaste for weightlifting as a sport. That's the only event I have a problem with. Maybe discus also, but for now, weightlifting is the worst. Simply because it injures knees.
If you don't suffer from rheumatism or arthritis or any form of knee injury, don't even try to rebut this point. My knee hurts a lot last time and it was horrible. A human's knee isn't supposed to be able to tahan that additional 300+ kilograms of metal. There's some guy out there, I forgot his country, who is the tallest man on Earth currently. And his knee can't even tahan his body weight and it hurts. So you think about all the weightlifters and the damage they're inflicting upon themselves.
A very ugly sport, that's what I feel. You get your knees damaged.
I went to wiki Mr. Tan's page and he supposedly felt pain in his knees. But he went on to raise 380kg of metal. Or something, I forgot the exact mass. I respect him for that, because that was the first Olympic medal for Singapore. It must be something to do with national pride. But is the price a bit too high? Then again, that's for him to decide.
So tomorrow, we'd see China vs. Singapore for the womens' table-tennis finals. Yet Singapore is represented by foreign talent. Not that it's a bad thing, but that...perhaps I'd be even more proud for Singapore if we got homegrown and born players.
I don't even make sense anymore. The match was sexciting anyway, good job.
I'm going to write about 'wilt' in my next post. Please remind me.
-- 8/16/2008 07:17:00 PM
Joss-sticks?
UPDATED 15.8.08: Scroll below.
I don't know why Christians aren't allowed to hold joss-sticks. I find that practice(or lack of practice) very cruel, especially for parents who are not of that religion, with baptized children.
I remember reading on the newspapers something about a mother of 3 daughters, 2 of whom got baptized. And when she dies, these 2 daughters wouldn't be able to pay their respect for her during her wake. And even when she gets cremated, the daughters wouldn't be able to enter the temple, because they 'don't believe in this'.
Guess the mother's wishes, which was the title of the article anyway: 'You can get baptized only after I die' or something along those lines. Just reading and recounting and typing it pains me to see what an impact 'God' has on his believers, that even stepping into a temple to pay last respects to someone, who has paid for your education and your food and shelter and water and various time-wasting stuff like letting you go to church just so you could repay them by being unfilial, is banned.
It's just the Christians. I think Catholics are allowed to. What's the difference?
Another thing about the article: The mother said something which really touched me. Not that it's exceptionally touching, but that it's very true and that I can really feel her regret. With this sentence(I'm going to try to produce it from my memory, which isn't very credible), she summed up her lifelong regret up remorsefully: 'For us, our parents is the biggest. For Christians, Jesus is the biggest.' Something along those lines. I was just reading a newspaper article, and this had to happen.
This is very true. All the thanks and everything good that happens to people, they attribute it to God, not to the people who gave birth to them, who loved them as their children. No, they feel that they are God's children and that their parents are nothing but a portal for them to enter this world by. Look at Christians and their believes: They don't believe in Mother Mary. That reflects the view that mothers are useless? I don't know.
But I think I can accept fully Christian families. I mean, there won't be a problem when someone passes on. But..I just feel sorry for the people with converted children.
One of my better and more keesiao friends told me about how his uncles refused to enter a temple to pay their last respects to their mother. Just because they're Christians. I really have nothing against Christians or God, but I just think it's damn cruel to remain indifferent in the face of family bereavement in the form of their mother. Just because you believe in God doesn't stop you from fulfilling your parents' last wishes, right?
They always say stuff about hos Jesus is greater and more noble than everyone else because of his love for people. Or something along those lines. But when my Christian friends got quizzed, they'd rather not have their parents than not have God or Jesus. I think they're completely missing the point in God. Perhaps I'm the blind one, but from what I see, the ones of high power would rather you keep your parents than you keep their existence. Not that this situation would appear, but it reflects the mentality of believers.
And I have something against shepherding. Blah.
What Ms. Leong said was true, or at least that's what I feel too. You don't have to spend so much time on God, if you're true to him he'd get the point.
On a completely different note, I'm going to talk about public enemies. What's there to hate about someone, to the point of public hatred, and what compels people to express their dislike in an open way, a perspective reflected by many. That's why there are 'public enemies', people who can be seen all around society.
Why? What makes them so hatred?
Should they change so that they wouldn't live life being hated? Are people against others because of their character?
I think public enemies should change their characters, because people only hate others when they're grossly different from the norm, which is defined by the haters. These public enemies are hated for a reason, and that reason would probably earn them the scorn of people even after they graduate and step into working society. Since it's a situation that wouldn't change, why won't that person change? Perhaps it'd be for the better.
Why not? It's respectable to not change for others, but being obstinate doesn't help in such situations either.
The update: My Christian friend's father read this post, and concluded that I'm going to hell. Which reminds me of how much I find that statement stupid. I mean, I'm not going to become a believer just because I want to avoid hell.
By stating to non-believers stuff like 'You're going to hell', you're effectively saying 'One main reason I believe in God is that I won't go to hell'. Which makes me really doubt the reason behind Christianity, because it seems almost as if they believe just to avoid hell.
But I know that most don't think that way. I mean, hardly anyone goes around telling others stuff like 'Oh, believe, then you don't have to go to hell'. Personally, I don't think that God, if he exists, is as narcissistic as to think along those lines like worship me or get tortured. I don't subscribe to that point of view, yet some Christians do? Weird. I'd rather burn in hell as an atheist than go to believe in God just to go to heaven.
Oh another thing. This isn't my point, my friend said it so I'm just going to replicate it here. Christians would never go to hell, because s'long as they repent, they would be forgiven for their sins. And when that happens people won't go to hell.
I asked yet another Christian friend whether his parents believe in his God or not. He said no, and I asked whether he would fulfill his duties as his parents' son or not by offering joss-sticks and stuff. He said he would, and that he wouldn't care about the rules or anything of that nature.
I wonder how long that notion would stay.
-- 8/12/2008 08:22:00 PM
Chronicles of Rat.
Part 1
Rat had never found himself handsome or aesthetically pleasing. He didn't have much of a figure either. He was in shade only because round is a shape.
Every time he looks into the mirror, he can only see some piece of shit staring back at him. Perhaps this is because he didn't have much confidence in his face and figure. All the Fs.
Everyone around him seemed to be having sex on a daily basis, enjoying it while he's left behind. No one cared about him, because they already had their own sex partners. Or mass orgies, and everyone was careful to exclude Rat and his small dick.
He did not want this to carry on. He couldn't face the prospect of being a virgin for the rest of his life, because undoubtedly he would not have a wife given his appearance. He thought that there was no way out for him, because even plastic surgery can't perform miracles for him. He was that bad.
He knew that there was no way out for him. He wanted to die, to end his life because he was too ugly to live on. He was sorry for treading on the same earth as other humans and wishes to be reborn as a clam. But for him to be reborn, he needed to end his life. Just as he was about to take the plunge, some divine power threw him a fruit. In a husky voice, the sound of the above tugged at his heartstrings:
'Dear Rat, I've tried to give you a better life by giving you such a face and body. You are a fucking horny person, and your life could only go downhill if you were to have sex. You'd become a morally degraded man; that was a screwed plan I tried to change for you. But I don't wish for your death. So I hereby throw you this fruit, the Horny-Horny fruit, in the hopes that you would put it to good use. After consumption, you would live an entirely different life. But do practice discretion.'
A weird horn-shaped fruit landed on Rat's head, and he fell unconscious. Upon waking up on his bed with the fruit by his side, he wasted no time eating it. It tasted horrible and he fainted.
The next morning, he felt damn weird. Rat awoke with a boner and creamed pants. He had a wet dream, and was proud. He wanted to make it happen, and as promised by the above, he tried out whatever was unlocked to him on a random, beautiful passerby. Her name was unimportant, what mattered most is the potential satisfaction to be gained. He leered at her and locked her eyes in his gaze while she felt an overpowering charm exude from him.She had never been so turned on before, and when Rat signalled for her to follow, she did as ordered.
Part 2
She followed him to his house, not knowing why she became so subservient to a man she barely knew. The only thing that kept her going was the moistness between her legs, and the fact that Rat was the source for her physical torment and need for relief. They reached his house as he fumbled for his keys. Men undergo the torture of lack of hand-foot-eye coordination, whatever the combination's order is, whenever they get blood swinging down to their lower body. A real pain in the neck, but nothing is fair in this world.
Rat didn't know how else to proceed. He didn't know how to control his powers, or fully utilize his fruit's ability yet. But he played by the ear, and was more than happy to end his virginity on the hot young woman that was quivering in anticipation on the sofa. Not knowing how to proceed and not sure whether or not she would consent to his violation of her, he started caressing her hair slowly, before moving to her face. All the time, she was groaning, her pleasure heightening with every touch he administered. Soon, he become more bold and reckless, as is the characteristic of males with lesser blood in the brain, and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Her assets, which threatened to pop out previously, made their shy debut after being free from the fabric which held them back.
Seeing this nameless woman's skin free for him to touch intensified his need for sexual satisfaction. Knowing that he has the rights to every part of her body, he decided to violate it as forcefully as he could. He didn't want his first time to pass by without inflicting pain on both parties. Emboldened, he made his move to remove the remaining material which differentiated humans from animals.
Author's note: Can I skip the part about stripping and the sex? Because my description and England is of the phail kind.
After they were free from any form of inhibition of body movement and contact, they moved on to explore each other's wonderland.
Part 3
He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to inside her, and sex knows no boundaries. He was the embodiment of sex, and he knew nothing about her, nor what he could or could not do. He just wanted to achieve breakthrough with her, he didn't want to know her name, he blah blah blah blah.
After the foreplay and foreskin teasing, he brushed his shaft along the lips at her waist only to find it well lubricated by Mother Nature's own invention for such lust. He pushed into her and felt a bit of resistance, almost as if something was blocking his way to glory. He then realized that the barrier was her hymen, something that shouldn't be too rare in Singapore.
Did you know that the average age for Singaporeans to lose their virginity is 18.4years old? Probably not, because I'm not sure either. Somewhere along those lines. Anyway, Rat knew that hot girls like her should have lost her virginity long before that, so it's either she's a lesbian or she's severely underage. He didn't know and didn't care anyway. He simply popped her cherry and pushed deep into her. Perfect fit.
The thrusts started and after awhile he felt something clutch his member. She came! Whoohoo! Not that he had a huge brother, but that he got her so horny that it happened. Whoohoo! I don't even make sense anymore!
He came too. He didn't have sexual stamina to keep up with her lust for more than 3minutes. What a loser. No wonder he was a virgin till he gained his ability.
(OK it's just that I don't know how to write. =.=)
After the deed was done, he simply collapsed on her as his seminal fluids exploded spurt after spurt into her. He couldn't care about whether she'd get pregnant or not, he just wanted to feel good. And he did.
Soon he knew how to fully utilize his ability to liquefy and melt women with his erotic gaze. If you didn't realize, the sentence before this is stupid. Anyway, he knew how to lock a woman in his gaze and control the amount of horniness she should feel and when she should cream and when not to. He was Sex in pure form. Somehow. He couldn't help but feel that the divine power helped correct his life more than necessary, and was glad that such a life was made for him to live and experience.
It became a form of possession, a form of punishment for the people he didn't like. Like, when he didn't like a certain girl, he'd just lock her in his gaze and leave her lusting for him and asking for sex in the public. He liked how he was able to control people, even guys.
One fine day, he didn't like his teacher.
Note: My stories got moral values one OK. Shall only reveal it at the end of the series. Then maybe I'd compile them into one single post and archive it. Wait. Everything would be archived anyway. Che.
Part 4
Rat hated the teacher who stared back at him with her double chin. Totally disgusted, Rat didn't know how to react. He had no iFea how he was going to get out of his predicament for inciting hatred towards a fellow schoolmate. How could he tell her with tender loving care that he didn't do it on purpose; that C. Ken was so detestable that he needn't personally go around posting pictures of him on the web to get others to hate him.
Simply put, he didn't have a way to wriggle out of her vice-like grip. So he just stood there, letting her words wash over him without retaliating because teachers are always right.
Even with the prospect of caning, he didn't waver. He stood firm and blah.
Then he remembered his new-found powers. He didn't care that she was fat and ugly, he just wanted to use his powers to get her horny enough to excuse herself from him to go to the toilet to M. Then he'd be able to take a breather from her barrage of threats and whatnot. He just wanted to spew vulgarities of her in her absence. So he activated his Innocence and struck, a tad too hard. Oops.
The frog looked up at him lustily, and although Rat was not good looking, it was just like the adage(or idiom?) about the toad lusting after the swan's flesh, and that says a lot because Rat wasn't much of a swan. That's beside the point.
Frogger started stripping just outside the classroom, revealing her amphibian-ic skin and shit and stuff like that. Remember Snorlax? Yea, the magnitude is somewhat similar. Rat couldn't handle it anymore. He was already disgusted by the thought of her M-ing in some random staff toilet, and now she was stripping bare for his viewing pleasure, which wasn't very pleasurable considering her figure.
He wanted out. He regretted having gotten into such shit. Hell, even caning would be better was what ran through his mind. He felt almost as if Sex was obliterated from the Earth, and the prospect of recovering any possible boners near zilch. He even felt his dick shrivelling up and his balls contracted in disgust and fear of what the monster would do to it. Protective mechanism in play here. He didn't want to pop her cherry. Or have anything to do with her lower body.
He didn't have any faith in God, but he prayed for the torture to end. He didn't want to die right after having sex with the nameless lesbian from the previous part. He didn't want to lose his powers.
Frogger stood dripping wet in full glory(or lack of glory), in the public, in his prestigious school. Hell, he would've taken a picture of her and post it on random forums if not for fear that his phone camera would melt. And the visual pollution that would ensue from posting on online forums would make Singapore a sad place.
Sex itself felt humiliated by the work of Devil. Rat lost his ability to control horniness in other people and Frogger went into overdrive.
After the deed was done, Rat felt impotent. He couldn't stand anymore. He wanted out, he wanted to die once more. It says a lot when the embodiment of Sex gets thoroughly humiliated. He wanted to die once more. He visited the place where he gained the Devil's Fruit and wanted to jump. And once more, the divine voice reverberated within his very self...
To be continued.
Umm...this may sound pretentious and very hypocritical, but any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and any inconveniences caused is deeply regretted. Inconvenience meaning boner-less.
I skipped the details because
1) You'd be disgusted, and
2) because I would be disgusted, and
3) because I don't know how to.
I do hope my friends would be able to connect the dots.
Part 5
'Rat, I made you the second Sex God for a fucking reason, and not for screwing frogs. You're supposed to make the waorld a better place by making love and releasing oxytocin, or C
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Bam! and Rat got knocked out cold. He woke up in the middle of the streets completely naked, but no one seemed to take notice of him. At the same time, he noticed his man meat glowing green. He attributed his invisibility to the glowing, and realized that he could control whether people could see him or not simply by restricting blood flow to the brain, blah blah blah blah blah some sophisticated piece of shitty science that doesn't make sense blah blah blah, that's why he can become invisible. Whoohoo! Now he can go to the females' showers.
Sexcited, he popped a boner and raped a random girl who couldn't see him. Of course she enjoyed every moment of it, being caressed and penetrated by something she can't see. Quite intriguing. If you watched 'Hollow man', it's about a man who..I forgot. Some experiment and he couldn't be seen and he went to rape his neighbour and wanted to rape his colleague. Whoohoo! And after the deed was done and he exploded into her spurt after spurt. Like the PSHIIIIIIIIIPSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPSHIIIIIIIIIIII kind. The whoohoo! kind.
He went back to school, determined to kill Frogger and C. Ken, but the sight of her repulsed him. Protective mechanism once more, something about her just makes people want to stay a radius of 5metres away. Scary ability with a huge AOE. He couldn't stand it, and he couldn't synchronize with his Innocence, and it's almost as if Kairoseki was against him. I forgot how to spell sea stone. I forgot the termloginoy, but readers know can already. He just felt helpless in her presence. He needed to get away before he gets raped again.
Rat then got to know that his good friend, Noj, in the forum case is in trouble. He wanted to help, and the only thing he knew was to get her horny, and it might go into overdrive once more. He didn't want Noj's virginity to be broken by Frogger, so he hinted Noj to get away from the area to leave C. Ken with Frogger alone. Then, he morphed his Innocence into the ranged form(he parasitic type), and shot a huge blast of green X(X because he didn't know what it was, he just wanted to get them to sex each other). Frogger and C. Ken started making out right there under the public eye, almost as if a person is eating on the bus without a care. There's nothing wrong with eating on public transports, just as there's nothing wrong with having sex in public. Seriously. So Frogger and C. Ken were locked in an intimate French kiss, getting turned on by each other more and more. Soon, C. Ken's school uniform was off and up up and away and whoohoo! and her hippo skin reflected her oiliness in full glory.
Rat and Noj couldn't take it anymore and ran away from that fearsome sight. But Rice took an entire video of the Sex. He had nefarious plan..
Part 6
So now Rice has a melted phone camera and the video of Frogger shagging C. Ken. Quite a scary thought eh? But it's video-ed and ready to post on forums and stuff. Rice had a hard time deciding whether or not to do it and decided to shelve his plans for now.
In the meanwhile, Rat was on his bus home when he saw yet another hot, after office hours lady. He was very much turned on, and wanted to settle things there and then because he was Sex. So he turned on his invisibility mode with her, and started with their sexercise. Moans could still be heard though. And the aroma of their love-making in a rather crowded bus was quite pungent and definitely outstanding. Thinking that the supernatural energy was gathered on the bus, people whipped out cameras and snapped away and took lengthy videos. They saw the sexers and took a video of them in their naked glory while they were oblivious to whatever was happening.
This was clearly Sex in overdrive. Ever realized how people always think about Sex? Ever wondered why people want Sex so much? Ever wondered why people can't resist the temptations of Sex, especially for the males? The problem is that people just can't control their physical needs. Sex is like breathing; it happens anytime, anywhere, anyhow, anyone. Except that breathing happens all the time.
Perhaps Rat would like someone in the near future, but that someone would definitely not like Rat, because Rat would have raped her willingly first. No man or woman can resist Sex in the form of Sex(that didn't make sense). But even if Rat did manage to get to have sex with her, so what? Having the key to her door doesn't mean that you have the key to her heart. I can even write that part out now, but there's no point.
Yes, it's an abrupt end to the chronicles of the Rat. Oh wait. Next year is the year of the Ox. I shall write about the chronicles of the Ox in the next Chinese year. Or maybe I should just write it now.
Part 7 (Finale)
Argh. I should end the Rat story properly:
OK so Rat went to another school one day and fell in love with some random girl whose name was...um..X. I can't think of a better name. So he met X and tried to make her fall in love with him without using any of his powers. But he failed. Sex was the only way of communication for him already. He couldn't do anything other than satisfy lust which he could easily ignite in others.
So he did it with her, and hoped that she would fall in love with him because of that.
But it didn't work. Sex and love are 2 different things, and no girl would fall for Rat no matter what because he wasn't the kind of man to fall for.
Then he realized why the voice from above told him to use his power wisely. He recalled with regret as he stood on the same rooftop what the voice from above told him:
'Dear Rat, I've tried to give you a better life by giving you such a face and body. You are a fucking horny person, and your life could only go downhill if you were to have sex. You'd become a morally degraded man; that was a screwed plan I tried to change for you. But I don't wish for your death. So I hereby throw you this fruit, the Horny-Horny fruit, in the hopes that you would put it to good use. After consumption, you would live an entirely different life. But do practice discretion.'
He realized that he couldn't control himself, he realized that he was nothing more than a fucking animal, and he knew that there was nothing he could do because he could get sex anytime he wants. Then he regretted eating that fruit, he regretted being a bearer of the Innocence, he regretted starting all these. He could only live a life of sex and more sex, where sex is his food and STDs is the price. There's nothing more to life for him, because his mind is all about sex and more sex and more sex time 3.
So what's the moral of the story?
1) When you get horny, you can't think properly and you're the weakest at the point of horniness. Be careful. Drugs can make a person horny. I think.
2) Sex can become a weapon if you know how to use it well. Look at Rat, he even made males horny just to get them away to wank. Ah, sex can waste time too.
3) Um. Sex is not a form of communication. It's supposed to be a show of affection, but nowadays people hardly make love; they just sex and more sex.
4) You've wasted your time reading the whole story because you didn't get horny. I labelled this as an erotica just to trick you people.
5) Don't let Sex take control of your life.
Alright concluded. Have fun. I'm going to do homework and kill spiders. They auto-attack.
-- 8/11/2008 12:40:00 PM
The end of the chronicles of Rat.
Your life sucks only when you think it is. There's something about 'Fear is only as deep as your mind allows it to be'. I think that was from the..HATC? High achievers...I forgot. But anyway I forgot how it stayed in my memory, and there it was.
Some people compare the lives they lead with their peers. Or even the lives of fictitious characters in books, trying to make sense of the life they lead and complaining that it sucks. Of course, life sucks, everyone knows that. But why? The grass is always greener on the other side right? So perhaps the person living in the countryside might be wondering how wonderful life would be in a fast-paced society where deadlines and projects dictate ones' life, while the person in the urban area might be wondering how great life would be just to loll around and sleep and slack and eat snakes.
Is there a point in comparing the lives you lead with the lives of others? Does comparing change anything? It just makes you feel more miserable. If the person living in the urban area doesn't know about places other than his, then he wouldn't feel as miserable because there's no standard to compare against? Things only look bad when you juxtapose it. Rice and noodles seem bland only after you've experienced meat.
So why do people enjoy, or rather, subconsciously compare? I guess it's human nature. Dreaming is the brain's way of cheering the person up, like 'Oh, after you finish this shit, you get this reward'. But reality and dreams are like parallel lines; they never cross. So when the dreamer doesn't realize his dreams, he gets disappointed because he was 'promised' by the dream that a reward would come his way.
OK I lost track of my thoughts, or lack of thoughts. Coz I was playing Runescape. Anyway, things only look bad when you place something good beside it.
Take for example 1984. The book lah duh. I forgot all the terms, but living conditions were very bad. But the government kept stressing on the fact that it had improved, when it didn't. And the people were happy, because they don't know that what they're going through was hell.
Hell is only hell after you've experienced heaven.
Yet you need to know hell to know heaven. I think everyone knows that.
Neither can live without the other, so why are people complaining? Look at the bigger picture, at least you know the fun in life when you see them.
Fuck! I'm in a clan right now, and they are talking about the..I forgot the name of the operation of cutting away the foreskin of the male equipment. Shit. I keep forgetting. Ah and then they started talking about how shiok it feels for people who 'sunaked' before when they PCC. And after you 'sunak' your little brother won't smell. There's mention of girls shaving their 'bulu' or something to enhance the sexcitement. WTF!
'Gals cant sunat. No part to sunat. They just shave the bulu.'
I don't understand why that tickled me so much. There's something to incorporating sexual terms in other languages into a proper English sentence. I can't stand it because I'm sitting down now.
Argh. I should end the Rat story properly:
OK so Rat went to another school one day and fell in love with some random girl whose name was...um..X. I can't think of a better name. So he met X and tried to make her fall in love with him without using any of his powers. But he failed. Sex was the only way of communication for him already. He couldn't do anything other than satisfy lust which he could easily ignite in others.
So he did it with her, and hoped that she would fall in love with him because of that.
But it didn't work. Sex and love are 2 different things, and no girl would fall for Rat no matter what because he wasn't the kind of man to fall for.
Then he realized why the voice from above told him to use his power wisely. He recalled with regret as he stood on the same rooftop what the voice from above told him:
'Dear Rat, I've tried to give you a better life by giving you such a face and body. You are a fucking horny person, and your life could only go downhill if you were to have sex. You'd become a morally degraded man; that was a screwed plan I tried to change for you. But I don't wish for your death. So I hereby throw you this fruit, the Horny-Horny fruit, in the hopes that you would put it to good use. After consumption, you would live an entirely different life. But do practice discretion.'
He realized that he couldn't control himself, he realized that he was nothing more than a fucking animal, and he knew that there was nothing he could do because he could get sex anytime he wants. Then he regretted eating that fruit, he regretted being a bearer of the Innocence, he regretted starting all these. He could only live a life of sex and more sex, where sex is his food and STDs is the price. There's nothing more to life for him, because his mind is all about sex and more sex and more sex time 3.
So what's the moral of the story?
1) When you get horny, you can't think properly and you're the weakest at the point of horniness. Be careful. Drugs can make a person horny. I think.
2) Sex can become a weapon if you know how to use it well. Look at Rat, he even made males horny just to get them away to wank. Ah, sex can waste time too.
3) Um. Sex is not a form of communication. It's supposed to be a show of affection, but nowadays people hardly make love; they just sex and more sex.
4) You've wasted your time reading the whole story because you didn't get horny. I labelled this as an erotica just to trick you people.
5) Don't let Sex take control of your life.
-- 8/11/2008 01:12:00 AM
08.08.08
Is there anything to blog about today? I forgot.
Shit.
Oh yea, I'm patriotic. I love Singapore, I really do.
And there are some special dates in the month of August, and these dates are:
08.08.08, which just passed, and 20/08/2008. Heh. And you can add 7.8.08 for CX's 16th birthday. You're 16 now right? Whoohoo, you can, like, go watch NC16 movies liao, congratz! I still have such a long wait.
Effing hungry.
Oh yea, speech day was more of a prize presentation kind of thing lah. Quite sian, was playing the bionicles game instead. Nothing much to pay attention to anyway. And I broke YC's highscore on his phone and it stayed there for a few hours. He said he destroyed it. Sobs. But that's not my top standard mah! My highscore is this: 1135549. The nearest was 1.07million, by Adarling. Dang scary, I thought I'd lose my position as God. Ah well. Have to work harder! I mean, this is the time to be playing and chionging such games instead of studying for the O's lah. Any rational person would be able to come up with the decision to play such games instead of studying. Yea.
Oh and the NDP celebrations was quite fun. The parade was a bundle of joy. Quite proud of the Guard of Honour, because it's NCC Land. But I felt that the arm swing wasn't that coordinated. Maybe it's just me, or the height difference was a bit huge. Ah well.
Oh and ELGYN was performing lah. Dang cute. Like the Whoohoo! kind of cute. I even took a video of him. I was seated on the...I don't know what you call that. But other 4-7 people followed suit. Heh. Me trend setter.
I'd like to comment on the Colours Award though. I feel that SJAB leaders should be getting more awards. I don't think Timo got anything, and I feel that the school is fucked up in that case. I love Cat High, but sometimes their cock-eyedness really riles me. SJAB got Gold unit for the first time, and its thanks to this batch of Sec4s, and there's only one recipient? And it's not the Colours Award, it's the one that all CCA heads would get.
I understand the part about slogging your guts out not for recognition, but for something more noble like service to the school, sense of satisfaction in your CCA, blah blah blah. But isn't recognition the whole point behind the Colours Award? Argh, I have nothing more to say already. We should organize our own Colour Award. I read Terence's blog about the Awards shit. But really Terence, I respect you as our class chairman. No wait, I respect my class chairmen. Heh. Be glad I'm blogging about you ah Terence Szeto. (:
OK I don't know what to say anymore. My phone died on me. I hate it when that happens.
Now Runescape keeps logging me out. What the fuck! I mean, I leave my account there to fight, checking in occasionally to feed it. But NO, they just have to sign me out for no reason! OK maybe there's a reason that I can't think of, but really, I'd rather take some time off Runescape while training just to blog. I can't live on Runescape alone after all.
Perhaps you might have already seen this, but heh. Go this blog to read up on...Daniel, otherwise known as the Bishan Gay by students.
http://euphoric-essence.blogspot.com/
Oh yea. There are people who would spoil someone else's day just because they get pissed. Let's say A, B, C, D, E are classmates. A wanted B to book tickets for everyone to go to the movies, but B didn't know the movie preferences of A, C, D, E. So B tells A, who knows and can settle such stuff quickly, to order the tickets instead. But A refuses, and a slight argument ensues which ends when A gets pissed off and leaves away from the group, citing that it's 'their loss', becoming a serious mood-dampener for the group.
Moral of the story: Don't ever make friends with people like A. Not that you'd go up to A and talk to him to try to get him to be your friend, but that you'd get approached by people the likes of A and get talked into becoming his friend simply because you can't bear to break his heart. And when that happens he'd stick to you like some sticky plaster, SMSing you every minute detail in his life, like which homework he/she is going to do, which porn video he/she is watching, which handphone he/she is going to buy or is considering buying.
Does that even make sense? I mean, no one is interested enough in your life to want to know all that shit. No one cares about which porn star you like, really. If I like a porn star, I'd keep that to myself. Saying that you like a certain porn star doesn't guarantee bonuses and boners; screw you.
Another thing to note is that they never seem to know that they are exhausting any form of goodwill others have for them. If I have a friend, I'd know when to stop attacking his nipples in order to sustain the friendship. But for people like A, they aren't even friends with the others, yet expect them to be subservient to him like dogs having to listen to him or get starved.
Their mentality is such: I'm better than you, I'm a genius you're not, it's your fucking honour to even know me, so if you rile me, I can pangseh you and go away and leave you alone to die and try get the movie tickets yourself.' The kind that suffers from morbid jealousy. Like, you know, the 'If I can't have it, you can't either' kind of mentality. A very sick kind of person I guess.
It's really sickening to put up with such people.
Oh, another thing to note is that they never know that they are hated. Even if any of them reads this post, they won't even think that it's them. So you can be assured that if you think I'm referring to you, you're not the kind of person I hate.
Rat's Story:
So now Rice has a melted phone camera and the video of Frogger shagging C. Ken. Quite a scary thought eh? But it's video-ed and ready to post on forums and stuff. Rice had a hard time deciding whether or not to do it and decided to shelve his plans for now.
In the meanwhile, Rat was on his bus home when he saw yet another hot, after office hours lady. He was very much turned on, and wanted to settle things there and then because he was Sex. So he turned on his invisibility mode with her, and started with their sexercise. Moans could still be heard though. And the aroma of their love-making in a rather crowded bus was quite pungent and definitely outstanding. Thinking that the supernatural energy was gathered on the bus, people whipped out cameras and snapped away and took lengthy videos. They saw the sexers and took a video of them in their naked glory while they were oblivious to whatever was happening.
This was clearly Sex in overdrive. Ever realized how people always think about Sex? Ever wondered why people want Sex so much? Ever wondered why people can't resist the temptations of Sex, especially for the males? The problem is that people just can't control their physical needs. Sex is like breathing; it happens anytime, anywhere, anyhow, anyone. Except that breathing happens all the time.
Perhaps Rat would like someone in the near future, but that someone would definitely not like Rat, because Rat would have raped her willingly first. No man or woman can resist Sex in the form of Sex(that didn't make sense). But even if Rat did manage to get to have sex with her, so what? Having the key to her door doesn't mean that you have the key to her heart. I can even write that part out now, but there's no point.
Yes, it's an abrupt end to the chronicles of the Rat. Oh wait. Next year is the year of the Ox. I shall write about the chronicles of the Ox in the next Chinese year. Or maybe I should just write it now.
I watched the torching of the Olympic torch. A rather magnificent sight to behold. Referring to the fireworks. I think that's a proud moment for China. I watched the flames, taking time off my training at the spiders lor. I think I'm damn noble.
Whoohoo Olympics start liao.
Oh yea, and you know the 8million jackpot? I find it weird. With so many people betting for one event, Singapore Pools sure have a lot more money to earn even if the prize is 10million. I think I should set up another Singapore Pools. Call it the Alastair's Gambling Den. And I'd pocket all the money. Whoohoo!
-- 8/08/2008 11:58:00 PM
Rat's Innocence introduced.
I got 210k more experience to level up my strength, and I plan to use my whole night to level that up. I can imagine speech day to be boring and sleepable. Hell yeah. And I don't really have to watch the NDP in our school after all. I don't even remember why I'm blogging. I keep forgetting things. Don't know why.
Oh yea...on Monday, Mr. Heng raided our class. I was playing Lego Bionicle Defenders on my handphone after finishing the essay on 'Hair', in which I lambasted hair-loving guys in a half-arsed way. Ah then he raided my class when I was sitting on the floor staring at the handphone screen. I could only sit on the floor coz my phone was charging, as usual. It'd be a waste for all that potential energy to lie around without being used. That's global warming. But if you charge in school, you're helping the Earth! My word is law, take it.
So he came in with his sweat-soaked shirt(don't know what he was doing) and started screaming at Ying Shiang for his alleged 'poorly written' essay. All because he packed his bag and was about to leave. Poor thing, and he got screamed at by Mr. Heng. During the second raid, in which I was in a compromising position on the floor, he effing walked around to check other peoples' scripts. I was EFFING scared, because I used certain phrases which would definitely incur his wrath, including some that I came up with on my own. Like 'I felt like a condom--used and discarded'. Yes, I used it. I mentioned something about pubic hair also. I brought the story across jokingly, but the underlying message is dang real, but he wouldn't read the whole essay to get the point so he'd definitely kill me for using those words. Lucky he didn't read mine. Phew.
Then he wrote some English on the board, and my impression of him changed for the worse. Never really liked his hair and sweat-soaked shirt in the first place, but his writing is the closest thing to illegible, and that says a lot when it comes from me. Forget it.
Anyway, somehow it's always me vs. the whole class when we get into debates during SS. I'm always standing on the wrong side, and I'm the only one to fight for my point. In this case, I stood on Iraq's side because I got the choice and I choose to stand for Iraq because it's harder to attack the statement that the war against Kuwait was 'completely wrong'. OK I don't think I got thrashed, but I don't know why my classmates always end the discussion with 'YES WE WIN'.
OK some guy tried to chat me up on Runescape. Asked me for my strength level, which i replied with 90. Then he said 'Whoa. Nice. Congratz too. Lol'. The full-stops just means he pressed enter to start a new sentence. Then I told him 'Um. Thanks?' in one complete enter, and he '...I hate when ppl are like that' and I told him to 'Deal with it.' And he thought I was PMSing so I told him I'm a guy. Now he thinks I'm a tomgirl/transexual. What the fuck. And he says he's from America. HIS ENGLISH SUCKS AND HE JUST DIED WHOOHOO! Let's see whether he'd beg me to keep his grave there or not. OK he didn't. AHAHA HIS GRAVE MARKER COLLAPSED. Piece of noobshit. Now he's trying to make noise at me. Said I'm a Mexican or something. Don't see what's wrong with Mexicans, but I don't think he knows where Singapore is in the first place. Piece of shit.
He completely didn't make sense so I deleted him from the friends' list and turned my private chat to friends only. I ended with 'Talking to you degrades my English.'
Now some random person came to play with spiders. Her/his IGN: 'Erotic Queen'.
I don't have much to say already. Maybe I should start on my erotica.
'Rat, I made you the second Sex God for a fucking reason, and not for screwing frogs. You're supposed to make the waorld a better place by making love and releasing oxytocin, or C
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Bam! and Rat got knocked out cold. He woke up in the middle of the streets completely naked, but no one seemed to take notice of him. At the same time, he noticed his man meat glowing green. He attributed his invisibility to the glowing, and realized that he could control whether people could see him or not simply by restricting blood flow to the brain, blah blah blah blah blah some sophisticated piece of shitty science that doesn't make sense blah blah blah, that's why he can become invisible. Whoohoo! Now he can go to the females' showers.
Sexcited, he popped a boner and raped a random girl who couldn't see him. Of course she enjoyed every moment of it, being caressed and penetrated by something she can't see. Quite intriguing. If you watched 'Hollow man', it's about a man who..I forgot. Some experiment and he couldn't be seen and he went to rape his neighbour and wanted to rape his colleague. Whoohoo! And after the deed was done and he exploded into her spurt after spurt. Like the PSHIIIIIIIIIPSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPSHIIIIIIIIIIII kind. The whoohoo! kind.
He went back to school, determined to kill Frogger and C. Ken, but the sight of her repulsed him. Protective mechanism once more, something about her just makes people want to stay a radius of 5metres away. Scary ability with a huge AOE. He couldn't stand it, and he couldn't synchronize with his Innocence, and it's almost as if Kairoseki was against him. I forgot how to spell sea stone. I forgot the termloginoy, but readers know can already. He just felt helpless in her presence. He needed to get away before he gets raped again.
Rat then got to know that his good friend, Noj, in the forum case is in trouble. He wanted to help, and the only thing he knew was to get her horny, and it might go into overdrive once more. He didn't want Noj's virginity to be broken by Frogger, so he hinted Noj to get away from the area to leave C. Ken with Frogger alone. Then, he morphed his Innocence into the ranged form(he parasitic type), and shot a huge blast of green X(X because he didn't know what it was, he just wanted to get them to sex each other). Frogger and C. Ken started making out right there under the public eye, almost as if a person is eating on the bus without a care. There's nothing wrong with eating on public transports, just as there's nothing wrong with having sex in public. Seriously. So Frogger and C. Ken were locked in an intimate French kiss, getting turned on by each other more and more. Soon, C. Ken's school uniform was off and up up and away and whoohoo! and her hippo skin reflected her oiliness in full glory.
Rat and Noj couldn't take it anymore and ran away from that fearsome sight. But Rice took an entire video of the Sex. He had nefarious plan..
Awright, 120k more exp =.= think I should tank and level up before sleeping?
Maybe I'd just bring it down.
Oh yea, I think I should be referred to as the Lego Bionicle Defenders God lah. I mean, I played it for 2days and I broke the highscores set by the people who played it before me. A million plus points, beat that. I think I'm being dang humble by just referring to myself as a God of that game.
And being a God comes with its benefits. One of the prerogatives I have is that when people question my strategies in placing towers, I can simply shoot back with 'What's your highscore?' Nothing else can be said already.
I win.
-- 8/07/2008 08:51:00 PM
Rat got raped.
Do I feel like laughing? Don't know. AHAHAHAHA
I remember coming online just to blog. But I forgot what I wanted to blog about. Maybe I should carry on with my story where I left it:
Rat hated the teacher who stared back at him with her double chin. Totally disgusted, Rat didn't know how to react. He had no iFea how he was going to get out of his predicament for inciting hatred towards a fellow schoolmate. How could he tell her with tender loving care that he didn't do it on purpose; that C. Ken was so detestable that he needn't personally go around posting pictures of him on the web to get others to hate him.
Simply put, he didn't have a way to wriggle out of her vice-like grip. So he just stood there, letting her words wash over him without retaliating because teachers are always right.
Even with the prospect of caning, he didn't waver. He stood firm and blah.
Then he remembered his new-found powers. He didn't care that she was fat and ugly, he just wanted to use his powers to get her horny enough to excuse herself from him to go to the toilet to M. Then he'd be able to take a breather from her barrage of threats and whatnot. He just wanted to spew vulgarities of her in her absence. So he activated his Innocence and struck, a tad too hard. Oops.
The frog looked up at him lustily, and although Rat was not good looking, it was just like the adage(or idiom?) about the toad lusting after the swan's flesh, and that says a lot because Rat wasn't much of a swan. That's beside the point.
Frogger started stripping just outside the classroom, revealing her amphibian-ic skin and shit and stuff like that. Remember Snorlax? Yea, the magnitude is somewhat similar. Rat couldn't handle it anymore. He was already disgusted by the thought of her M-ing in some random staff toilet, and now she was stripping bare for his viewing pleasure, which wasn't very pleasurable considering her figure.
He wanted out. He regretted having gotten into such shit. Hell, even caning would be better was what ran through his mind. He felt almost as if Sex was obliterated from the Earth, and the prospect of recovering any possible boners near zilch. He even felt his dick shrivelling up and his balls contracted in disgust and fear of what the monster would do to it. Protective mechanism in play here. He didn't want to pop her cherry. Or have anything to do with her lower body.
He didn't have any faith in God, but he prayed for the torture to end. He didn't want to die right after having sex with the nameless lesbian from the previous part. He didn't want to lose his powers.
Frogger stood dripping wet in full glory(or lack of glory), in the public, in his prestigious school. Hell, he would've taken a picture of her and post it on random forums if not for fear that his phone camera would melt. And the visual pollution that would ensue from posting on online forums would make Singapore a sad place.
Sex itself felt humiliated by the work of Devil. Rat lost his ability to control horniness in other people and Frogger went into overdrive.
After the deed was done, Rat felt impotent. He couldn't stand anymore. He wanted out, he wanted to die once more. It says a lot when the embodiment of Sex gets thoroughly humiliated. He wanted to die once more. He visited the place where he gained the Devil's Fruit and wanted to jump. And once more, the divine voice reverberated within his very self...
To be continued.
Umm...this may sound pretentious and very hypocritical, but any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and any inconveniences caused is deeply regretted. Inconvenience meaning boner-less.
I skipped the details because
1) You'd be disgusted, and
2) because I would be disgusted, and
3) because I don't know how to.
I do hope my friends would be able to connect the dots.
-- 8/03/2008 09:44:00 PM
RV drama.
Alright I shall talk about the RV drama I went for just now.
Talked. Ahaha I'm not really much of a drama person and I've never went for a drama production or anything of that sort. And it wasn't really high as compared to CHMA. Probably because CHMA was wild like shit.
OK I'm hungry. Something totally unrelated to the topic, unless you link Animal Farm with food, which is possible and what I just did. OK you got the point.
Shan't comment much, but it was injoyable and humorous. Would go for my school's if any. Heh. I just love making noise. Can't help it. Couldn't make noise there as I wasn't on home ground.
And the way there was dang ulu and long. From Clarke Quay walk like hell. Thanks to holy intervention and messages from above, Ed and I were enlightened.
Shit I'm damn hungry. Should I just try to sleep it off?
And after the play(that what it's called? Or production? Don't know the terminology here), I passed some belated birthday present to the Enlightener and Ed and I scooted off. We walked from DBS Arts Centre to Clarke Quay MRT station then we walked to City Hall and then to Dhoby Ghaut. A bloody waste of time, something we wanted to do. Besides, I needed it. Somehow. AHAHAHA
Oh yea, some random dudes from RVHS stood up and decided to act like ushers after the play ended. Could hear them discussing. They seem quite high so I suggested quite loudly to Ed to 'Shout encore'. Something that you can't do in such drama productions. Makes things dry, yo. Shouting encore is the only legitimate thing you can shout as an audience and you don't get to do this. EWWW.
Oh yea, and I forgot to mention that the pig which bullied the donkey pulled the donkey's head off. Quite funny. And windmills are horse-powered by horses which don't know the rhythm well. Brought tears to my eyes. I think they improvising skills are dang zai. I think if I were up there I'd just huddle at one corner and start laughing like siao. Maybe it's just me.
OK I don't know how to carry on with my story on Rat. Um. I stopped at the stripping part right? Can I, like, just lift from erotica and paste here and give credit and let you people read? Nah, I can't pass it off and force you people to read something that's not even mine, simply because it's my story and I can't do it. But I don't feel like attempting to wow you people over with my lack of boner-inducing vocabulary. Shucks.
OK I think there might be the endangered species of people who don't know all the jargon I would have to use in describing the sex. What's sex? Can eat or not?
So I think I'd just say something like:
He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to inside her, and sex knows no boundaries. He was the embodiment of sex, and he knew nothing about her, nor what he could or could not do. He just wanted to achieve breakthrough with her, he didn't want to know her name, he blah blah blah blah.
After the foreplay and foreskin teasing, he brushed his shaft along the lips at her waist only to find it well lubricated by Mother Nature's own invention for such lust. He pushed into her and felt a bit of resistance, almost as if something was blocking his way to glory. He then realized that the barrier was her hymen, something that shouldn't be too rare in Singapore.
Did you know that the average age for Singaporeans to lose their virginity is 18.4years old? Probably not, because I'm not sure either. Somewhere along those lines. Anyway, Rat knew that hot girls like her should have lost her virginity long before that, so it's either she's a lesbian or she's severely underage. He didn't know and didn't care anyway. He simply popped her cherry and pushed deep into her. Perfect fit.
The thrusts started and after awhile he felt something clutch his member. She came! Whoohoo! Not that he had a huge brother, but that he got her so horny that it happened. Whoohoo! I don't even make sense anymore!
He came too. He didn't have sexual stamina to keep up with her lust for more than 3minutes. What a loser. No wonder he was a virgin till he gained his ability.
(OK it's just that I don't know how to write. =.=)
After the deed was done, he simply collapsed on her as his seminal fluids exploded spurt after spurt into her. He couldn't care about whether she'd get pregnant or not, he just wanted to feel good. And he did.
Soon he knew how to fully utilize his ability to liquefy and melt women with his erotic gaze. If you didn't realize, the sentence before this is stupid. Anyway, he knew how to lock a woman in his gaze and control the amount of horniness she should feel and when she should cream and when not to. He was Sex in pure form. Somehow. He couldn't help but feel that the divine power helped correct his life more than necessary, and was glad that such a life was made for him to live and experience.
It became a form of possession, a form of punishment for the people he didn't like. Like, when he didn't like a certain girl, he'd just lock her in his gaze and leave her lusting for him and asking for sex in the public. He liked how he was able to control people, even guys.
One fine day, he didn't like his teacher.
Note: My stories got moral values one OK. Shall only reveal it at the end of the series. Then maybe I'd compile them into one single post and archive it. Wait. Everything would be archived anyway. Che.
-- 8/03/2008 12:03:00 AM