impeccabletastes

bye bye~

2009-10-17T11:00:00.002+08:00

i have moved to livejournal! blogger keeps hanging on me so i'm fed up.

http://treadtheline.livejournal.com

Perth Concluded

2009-09-28T22:56:00.051+08:00

Day 5 (cont): Dim Sum Lunch + Livvy in the Park + Sinigang Dinner

so after the bum woke up, we went to this weirdly named place for dim sum

we over ordered btw

then we brought livvy along to pump gas

noob danny dunno how to do it himself

and then we brought livvy to the nearby park for walkies~

beautiful day~

lol livvy made friends with a dog 3x her size

and for dinner, we decided to cook Sinigang, which is a filipino soup thingy

pork is so damn bloody hard to cut

Day 6: Shopping + Kathi's arrival

Leftover sinigang and indomee for lunch. Livvy is a mutt

Briyani for dindins at the food court

an avocado slicer. wtf.

Belle's prezzie~ after we realised how horrible her knives were while trying to cut pork

my imba poker hand. we all in-ed and i had double pairs while danny had a flush after we opened the first 3 cards. the last card gave me a full house ^.^

Day 7: Belle's partay!

Livvy distracted with her bone while we went for lunch

2 days worth of shit for 5 pple

lunch again at the SG/M'sian restaurant. this time tze char style

and then it was off to the holiday house in Fremantle with Livvy

nice crib

preparing for the partay~

lol livvy likes it here too~

she's also apparently afraid of plastic bags =.=

fuss free dinner

the theme was quirky/queer and so livvy got a purple trashbag for her outfit

welcome sour apple shots

our own versions of queer

happy bday belle!

livvy apparently drinks beer o.o

and the customary cake messing up

only this time it was cupcakes

Day 8: Freo + Clubbing

post party carnage

the view outside the apartment

everywhere was closed by the time we woke up so all we had were pies for lunch =/

livvy's friend Oliver came over (his owners had to pick up their car)

livvy's bang bang

sights of freo!

freo market (with a public internet thingy lol)

we passed by this funky church

so many funky things on sale

killing time at the arcade

sunset: time for dinner!

awesome seafood! (freo is a port town anyway)

Livvy does baibai and ballerina

ride the bus!

pre drinking and i'm red alr. (and loud. boomz!)

Jaegermeister shots!

scenes from "the court" - which has its own outdoor dance floor!

they played thriller!

me and kathi on stage!

Day 9: Perth Royal Show!

post clubbing carnage

Beautiful day!

lunch in chinatown so we can buy liao for steamboat!

post lunch drive thru of King's Park. DAMN CHIOOOOO

livvy is so obsence oh dear

train ride to the showgrounds~

"school students should stand for adults" SG so should have this rule

macam King's Cross station

Perth Royal Show!!!

on the way home to steamboat! (unfortunately we got busted by the conductor for not buying tix =.=)

ma la steamboat ftw!

danny's new helicopter toy which belle bought for him at the fair~

Day 10: Home (not so) Sweet Home

my last shot b4 leaving

as you can tell, i don't have many pics towards the end. 'coz i was kinda depressed at having to leave and come back to work. perth was so good. i don't really wanna be back. sigh.

Perth Thus Far

2009-09-23T12:01:00.016+08:00

ookay since i'm waiting for that bum to wake up so we can go eat dim sum for lunch, i figured i might as well start posting some perth pics. to save me the trouble of uploading a gazillion pics when i get back. so here we go!

Pre-flight:

da homies~

Mid flight:

sun rise in a plane is damn beautiful~

Day 1: R & R

my first glimpse of Livvy~

dinner ('coz we slept thru lunch) @ an AUTHENTIC jap restaurant

ILL sushi huh. disturbing

damn amazing tang hoon appetizer. i wanted to just have a big plate of that for my mains

Agedashi tofuuu. i lurve

sushi & sashimi~

Day 2: Lazing around with DVDs

belle's front porch

Lunch @ some SG/Malaysian restaurant

Teh Bing!

Chicken briyani

my fucking AUD9.50 mee pok 0.0

view of the suburbs. kinda pretty huh

livvy in our bed~

oh i love this shit!

livvy go vroom vroom~

heh local McDonald's variant

Day 3: Visiting Tua Ko + Blackout

tua ko and uncle john! i'd have taken more piccies but i didn't wanna scare 'em

dindins at a chinese buffet. notice the heap of prawns and mussels. such a SG thing to do

our house had a blackout (apparently these things happen often in Perth)

so we had to use candles for the bathroom. kinda eerie eh?

so we all went to belle's friend's place to well, study.

Prof Terry will be so proud

dany's noob notes. that thing there is SUPPOSED to be a heart

totally~

we brought livvy along 'coz the poor dear was absolutely terrified in the dark.

and as expected, she was a huge distraction

Day 4: Harbourtown shopping

jap lunch @ harbourtown where all the factory outlet stores were.

i bought 2 tees for AUD30 for the sake of buying something lol

Indon dindins! these indons really know how to cook sigh

Day 5:

like i said, waiting for that bum to wake up.

that's it for now! stay tuned for part 2. which i prolly will upload once i'm back in SG.

Oh and photobooth piccies!

i <3>

2009-09-17T01:39:00.001+08:00

you know how they always jest when you waste food that african children are dying of starvation?

it's actually not very funny.

update update

2009-09-15T11:24:00.010+08:00

ugh blogger is just so weird. i've been meaning to update but i dunno why the javascript seems to like screw up on me. it's only occasionally working properly so now that it is, i shall post a lengthy combined one.

Sat was keith's 22nd! and we started the night off at timbre @ substation:

$366 bill o.o

post timbre, pre clubbing!

getting started with plain ol' vodka

first, a flaming~

and then a waterfall for keith and audrey!

trying to act unaffected for the cam (but phail-ing)

caught bitching on cam.

trying to act macho while wiping away tears. wadda noob lol

lol i like this pic except for jojo's bj face

haha and then freddy joined in the fun

lol we're all looking a tad drunk

something deviant was no doubt going on

incidentally, it was also the one-year anniversary of our meeting (face-to-face that is) and keith sent me this old pic exactly one year ago at his bday (where we actually met for the first time):

i prefer my post army hair~

sigh how we've grown in just one year. it's so scary. i hate aging bah. haha so much nonsense in one year. can't wait for more rubbish to happen, which is inevitable considering how much of a bimbo he is.

and in other news, my ipod nano has finally arrived! after like only 2 days since i ordered it on sunday. just in time for perthy!

i always wanted an mp3 with radio functions so when the new nano came out with that AND a video camera, i was like omg i NEED that. now i can take surreptitious videos of disgusting entities that i encounter when out. a camera is KINDA obvious.

lol~

ain't she preeeeettyyyyyyy

i'm always charitable

i'm a happy boy~

OH and i also just got word that my torts test, originally scheduled to be in the week immediately after i return from perth, has been postponed to Oct. so now i can enjoy perth in relative peace. happy happy ^.^

oh and btw, for those who haven't seen it yet, check out Gaga's performance of Paparazzi at the 2009 MTV VMA:

awesome would be SUCH an understatement. notice how she channels Princess Diana?

(too bad about the stupid advertisement banner at the bottom)

or according to THIS pic, she may have been channelling something else:

anyway, i can't find Beyonce's Single Ladies performance =(

it was equally awesome. sigh too bad i'm missing her here in SG 'coz i'll be in perth

and to borrow the words of Katy Perry, FUCK YOU KANYE WEST.

law school reflections

2009-09-04T00:26:00.002+08:00

yawns. lately we've been going around during tutorials doing the mandatory introduction thingys and one of the questions that invariably come up is "why do you wanna do law?" and i've responded that i had absolutely no clue and was hoping to find out along the way.

and so i've been thinking to myself. why the hell am i here? and i've come to this conclusion:

I like clothes. I like shoes. Basically I like material stuff. Material stuff unfortunately costs money. Nice material stuff costs a lot of money. Therefore, I need a lot of money to buy what I like. So I need a job that will pay me a lot of money. Since I can't be a doctor, a lawyer's the next best thing.

sad huh? but truth be told, after reading all the cases (about decomposed snails in ginger beer bottles no less) and doing all the analysis, i don't really fancy being a lawyer. it sounds so boring. i suppose i'll need my law degree as a safety net - if all else fails, no choice be lawyer lor.

anyone has any lobang for a job that's not so boring and pays a fucking lot of money??

on another tangential but reflective note, i've been reflecting on how i categorise pple i meet, esp like on the trains and buses, based on the reflex i get.

in order of hot to trash:

#1. CUM reflex
#2. OOO reflex
#3. W/E reflex
#4. UGH reflex
#5. GAG reflex

ookay spot of random-ness over. time to head back to the SG cases now. blah.

ermmmmmmm

2009-09-01T10:01:00.003+08:00

seriously this impersonation thing is just fucking pathetic =.=

LOL

2009-08-26T23:50:00.005+08:00

because i'm procrastinating, not wanting to do my LAWR work and also because this is fucking hilarious and because i haven't posted anything in a LONG while, i'm sharing another PM i got.

Subject title: wanking wanking wanking

Contents: everytime i think of u

i feel like wanking wanking wanking hard

its terrible esp when i m in the bus MRT lecture hall MRT POSB post office Cold Storage cinema cineplex

etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc

this is from zaq4848 btw. in case anyone wants more poetry.

first week of law school

2009-08-17T01:02:00.003+08:00

ok i meant to blog this much earlier but since blogger went crazy on me i couldn't. i've now went through my first week of law school. okay week is kind of a misnomer since i was only there for 3 days. but within those days i've been scared by what i've seen.

workload wise: horrendous. i had an assignment due on sat alr. in fact, i have one due EVERY sat. at least this was just an ungraded case study, a mere warm up. but still!

classmates i can't say much, since tutes haven't really started. but there are many of those IRRITATING pple in lectures. just because participation is rewarded, they take their chance to ask absolutely RETARDED questions that make you wonder how the hell they got accepted in the first place.

Examples: we were in international law class and talking about democrats and embassies. someone in my lect grp asked the prof if a state declares a foreign ambassador persona non grata, who pays for his transport back. that wasn't the only stupid question asked. i just can't rmb. i was so pissed i felt like punching the next person who asked a stupid question. it was already 5pm and i wanted to go home!

and when i got out, i met a friend of mine and proceeded to complain. this other chick at the table then proceeded to complain of her lect group and thus, we bonded. and everywhere i go, i will somehow see pple studying. honestly it's only the first year and the first week! blah.

and i alr skipped one of the make up lects lol. since it was only 45mins long and i was alr in town with zul, we decided it was not worth making the trip back to school. so in the end we went to zara and i bought a trenchcoat from zara boys! i was quite pleased with that but i haven't found an opportunity to make a debut in it. hopefully it rains 2mr ^.^

oh and i haven't much photos 'coz since zul and i skipped EVERY orientation thingamajig, we have no friends and therefore, no photos lol. we'll fix that soon. stay tuned~

oh god another one

2009-08-11T22:53:00.002+08:00

ok so here i am trying not to feel overwhelmed by the overwhelming amount of reading i have to do for school and more idiots add me on msn and this is the following convo:

where u stay?

north

wats ur name

james

how old are u

i wouldn't have sex with you even if you were the last man on earth. so get a life.

wat a idiot go hell n f uck off

u think u damn gd

10:52

LG disconnected

of course i am. i'm smarter, hotter and much more successful than you

unfortunately, i think he already blocked me before i could send my last message. and his address is katong-laksa@hotmail.com btw. just so you know one more loser to avoid.

unbelievable stupidity

2009-08-09T00:25:00.002+08:00

omg i can't believe how stupid some pple are. this is an excerpt from a PM i got:

Fool:

mind b frd? 22 168 58 chn student

mind intro? seek? student? msn?

Me:

get. an. english. tutor.

Fool:

get.an.english.tutor????? i dun understd!??!! =.=lll

u seek english tutor?

what is ur msn?

honestly that's just so plaid stupid it is painful to even read. i can't even muster up an appropriate response to this.

Chandra's last weekend

2009-08-03T00:23:00.011+08:00

and so it finally came. dan's last weekend in SG. also coincided with my last day @ RI as the ultimate nanny.

my trusty companion in class

parting is such sweet sorrow

ayam penyet for dindins b4 mahjong @ dan's!

strange things happen in cars. ok maybe just edward's car.

i was so happy! i just got my mac from nus~ back to sch y'all!

i forgot to wear my clothes b4 posing lol~

Taki's Ritz:

weird things happened before we decided to play poker

keith's forfeit for me - licking xj's nipps =.=

ndp preview~

post dinner - dan declared it was very hot and wanted a dip so off to his pool we went:

last minute shopping:

savouring the last moments of the mini

from blonde to blue. it's a wonder the hair is still intact

JC class reunion @ edwin's before everyone flies off:

edwin's noob satay sauce

J5 already. scary shit

and then it was off to the airport to say farewell to daniel who left for melb yet again:

repressed natural energy leads to bad things happening. first, a glass panel shattered.

then, poker set dropped all over airport floor

sigh oh well. the cycle begins again. till sept~

late late late!

2009-08-02T01:41:00.013+08:00

ok this are piccies of damn overdue bdays. 2 weeks overdue i believe. it's been so long i can't even rmb exactly lol.

firstly, XJ's bday at his place, where strange things happened while drunk.

ah beng 101

"whores of the night, assemble!"

playing "you never", an invention of carven ho

Mel's Bday lunch @ Cuppage Plaza:

and then carven's bday dinner @ Marche:

post dinner fooling around:

"anal sex is like sticking a straw up your nose to drink"

artistic dead shot fail

post fooling around mahjong:

daniel's 13 demons - fail

the last day of the weekend - we headed to the new orchard central for dinner and it's truly an atas haven:

view through the roof of the lift

Dinner @ Swanky Jap Restaurant:

cold tofu ftw!

i think this is actually italian but who cares. it's damn good

Love Of Siam

2009-07-25T01:13:00.002+08:00

ok so i just watched love of siam on the big screen and i had forgotten how much i loved that show since the last time i watched it was like a year+ ago. it has evoked a plethora of emotions and thoughts in me and after a quiet journey home, i've sorted them out and this is where i release them.

my immediate response after the ending was a bittersweet one. some may have thought it to be a perfect ending but i actually thought it was quite tragic. esp the scene where tong and his mum decorate the xmas tree and he said that she'd scold him if he doesn't "hang the angels right". his mum gave an emotional response that he should do what he thinks is best and then he proceeded to hang the angel solo. that was the point i broke down, having kept in relative control throughout the movie.

the ending scene showed mew completing the toy tong gave him years ago while muttering thank you and breaking down. i felt so heartbroken for him because i thought to myself, could i actually bear the fact knowing that someone loves me but yet we can't be together? i don't think i would be content with that but tragically that's all mew can accept.

both boys sacrificed so much to spare tong's family more suffering. the scene where tong's mum went to speak to mew at his house was another powerful scene, second only to the xmas tree one i felt. i was also surprised because i was under the impression that thai society was quite open to sexuality. but then again they're catholic and that's perhaps the form of "raising her son" that her mom meant.

and then i wondered to myself, why did the movie make me feel so forlorn? and i realised it was because i miss the feeling of falling in love. i miss the excitement of hearing my phone beep and checking if it's an sms from the person i'm falling in love with. i miss saying good night before i sleep and waking up to a message from that person. i miss going out on dates feeling nervous and exhilarated and admiring the wonders of the person.

the scene that totally pricked this subconsious longing was the scene where tong and mew were in the ice cream parlour. i loved the fact that the director showed them sharing one ice cream while previously when tong and donut were in that same parlour, they had already finished their individual ones. you could see the slight awkwardness, the nervousness, the exhilaration in their expression.

and then i became slightly depressed. because it hit me that the only way to feel these initial feelings of falling in love was to well, fall in love. i have already fallen and am stuck in it. don't get me wrong, i'm completely contented to be attached despite the frequent fights. but stability and normalcy makes me feel so dead. i can't think of any other way to feel such feelings, to feel alive again.

and after that i got upset. because the stars, witwisit and mario, are around my age but yet more successful than i already am. and then i wondered to myself, wtf am i doing in singapore, going to study law? it's respectable and safe but it's NORMAL and AVERAGE. i conferred with zul and he agreed, using the word LAME to describe our lives at this point. and he's right. what kind of lacklustre existence are we carving out for ourselves?

i also miss our performing days. when we had to rush for a gig IMMEDIATELY after our a level math paper, halfway through our entire a level exam period. and the last one i did was prom. which really was like last century. i'm hoping school will provide more opportunities for such indulgences.

in the meantime, as zul said, our primary concern should be looking good for school while getting our degrees as a safety net. and hopefully, we will find our way to greatness along the way.

2009-07-18T11:40:00.002+08:00

ok i heard from multiple sources that HBP wld be bad. i believed them but my rationale for watching HBP is that it's a must watch for anyone who has a modicum of social life and movie adaptations are never as good as the books anyway and the graphics are cool.

i was still sorely disappointed.

my main gripe: too much (contrived) romance and too little fighting. honestly the final scene where the death eaters invaded the castle and battled the staff and students i felt was the defining moment of the entire book and would have done dumbledore's death some justice.

but NO! the movie didn't even have that scene. instead somehow all the death eaters found their way to dumbledore's office and immediately fled the castle after snape killed him. i did however love bellatrix's moment of deranged pleasure where she blasted the great hall. but that was it. no fighting, no conjuring up of magical wall that only snape could pass, no flight of the broomsticks back into hogwarts (dumbledore apparently cld apparate inside because being him has its privileges).

my second main gripe: the cgi for spellwork was rather budget. everything else was excellent - especially the quidditch. but NO! for spellwork it was like microsoft powerpoint animation. just a flash of white light. for expelliarmus, for avada kedavra (which made dumbledore's death wholly undramatic and forgettable), for stupefy, for petrificus totalus, or oppugno and even for sectumsempra.

for all its flaws, i did like the humour. on slughorn's part. he had this permamently befuddled look on his face that was very mr bean-esque and i loved his bumbling performance when he ripped off aragog's appendage (i don't know which one) when trying to extract venom and his helpless expression when ron was poisoned.

most reviews gave it 2 stars. 1 for quidditch, another for emma watson and i think the half for professor slughorn. but still, if you have any self respect, you can't say "i didn't watch harry potter". it wld be a totally loser thing to do. sigh. what has the world come to now.

peer pressure isn't necessarily a good thing

2009-07-16T21:36:00.003+08:00

ok so 2day we HAD to go to paragon for the club21 sale even though i didn't go to school 'coz i was sickish. thus daniel refused to let me in the car unless i wore a mask:

fetching no?

and so after shopping, we met the twins and decided to chill at spins. 'coz dan was tired and blah blah blah. and then out of the blue, kristi mentioned she had to cut her hair. and dan said he wanted to cut his hair too. and i rmb that jacq sim asked me to cut mine too 'coz it's too long for ri's standards and then before we knew it, we were all trooping off to supercuts @ cine.

and while we were all confounded by each other's nonsense, daniel finally decided to go platinum blond while i cut bangs and permed my crown.

choosing the epic colour

perming in progress

and so, thus concludes an utterly random day. harry potter 2mr! i can't wait!!

dani turns 20 (weekend)

2009-07-14T19:43:00.009+08:00

Sat:

dinner at Billy

since it was raining, we decided to be uncles and booze at maxwell

play:

Sun:

pre drinking at zirca

and then, butter fac!

people are so weird

2009-07-14T01:33:00.001+08:00

omg ever since i posted that pokemon porn story, i've been getting hits from very strange keywords:

this is sick

2009-07-10T09:08:00.002+08:00

yam showed me this link on FB the other day. and it's damn gross and really one of the worst things a human mind can possibly conceive. i shall reproduce it here but be forewarned!

NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED.

Rain spattered across the sand, causing a deafening roar, like that of a hundred semis crashing into each other in apocalyptic glory. The crack of thunder split the insanity, and wind swept it up into a cacophony of natural horror. All the while David sat glumly, shielding himself from the gale beneath a rather large tree. He was soaked to the bone and miserable. Lost in Kanto, with no map, no pokedex, no food, and no company other than his beloved pokemon. He was sure he'd die of hypothermia or worse.

David sighed, clinging tightly to his umbrella which proved of little worth except for some sort of moral booster. His soaked blond hair clung tightly to his body. With an absent hand he fondled the pokeballs on his lap. He clicked the switch on the front, releasing Gardevoir, to stand beside him.

"Garde..?" she whispered to him soothingly.
"No, I'm fine Gardevoir. I just wanted some to be with," he replied, barely audible to the young pokemon above the ripping winds. A shallow tear formed on the rim of his red eyes but was blotted out the rest of the water that coagulated on everything within sight.

She patted his shoulder. She was so cute, even for a pokemon. Her thin hips swayed, her plant-like hair messed by the storm. No, no, what are you doing, he thought. She's an animal.

But yet she was so much like a human, only smaller, and covered in fauna. Plus there was no one around for miles, and no amount of masturbating could satiate the lust he felt out in the wilderness... if only he could feel the flesh of a woman against his.

He put a loving arm around his Gardevoir, pulling her close and whispered; "Gardevoir, you know that I'm your trainer, right? Your master?"

"Gard," she nodded in agreement. He nodded in return.
"And would you do anything for me?"
"Garde," she nodded again. He moved another hand to her, sliding it over her wasp waist and looking carefully into her eyes. She seemed to begin to understand, a look of fear welled in her eyes. David could feel a lump in his pants swell as he began to force her upon the soaked ground. The sky rumbled with thunder all around them, the tree above them creaked threateningly.

The best thing about a pokemon is that they'll never be able to tell anyone about it

In a flash his pants were off and he was atop her. She squealed and struggled, afraid to fight back because he was, indeed, her trainer. Her mind had a block in it, via years of training, years of believing he'd never harm her, that he was her best friend.

He ran a hand over her leafy posterior. A probing finger slipped in between, finding a hole. He knew little of the Gardevoir anatomy, but knew that any hole would work. He plunged his rock hard cock deep inside of her anus. It was white hot. A wave of pleasure washed over him before the first stroke. Gardevoir screamed in pain, her precious anus being pulled to four times its natural size. With each thrust she screamed louder, but David couldn't hear it. The crevasse formed tightly over his shaft, gripping harder than his fist ever could. Before long he finally came, filling her sphincter with his seed. White mixed with black blood as he pulled out. Blood and feces dribbled out.

The sight of Gardevoir laying there, whimping, smeared with mud, blood, cum, and her own feces unlocked something deep within David's soul. His heart soared at the sight. It felt so good! It was like he finally discovered his place in the world. While his spirit had become free, however, his mind quivered under the weight of his actions, struggling to block these memories from existence, enabling his attack.

His mouth lowered in primal instinct, extending his pink tongue. He lapped up her blood and shit, using pruned fingers to smother himself. It was beautiful. The bitter taste of her poop, and the coppery taste of her blood was like magic to him.

"Gardevvv..." she moaned, hands digging into the dirt. She wept. How could she do this to him? Pain was splitting her because of him. He said he'd never hurt her, though... maybe he wasn't? Maybe this was fine...

He flipped her bleeding, limp body over. His mouth met hers, lashing about inside of her toothed maw. He kissed hard and deep as he carefully fit his shitty dick into her pokevagina. The head slid in easily and she whimpered. With a deft hand he massaged her clitoris. She tried to pull back to cry out but he pushed into her harder. She screamed into his mouth. The vibrations filled him in ecstasy. He violently penetrated her and wave after wave of pleasure engulfed them both. It was beyond the realm of human understanding. Collapsing universes whirled about them, being born and dying in an eternal, idiot firestorm.

As he came again he thrust harder, forcing as much of himself in as he could. His penis crashed into her cervix and she let out a blood curdling scream, clawed hands digging into his flesh.

David didn't like that at all. No, she wasn't allowed to injure him. He drove his bleaching fist into her mouth. There was a crunch and black syrup welled up in her mouth and eyes. She gurgled, and he smiled gleefully. Disengaged from her mangled secret, he crawled up to her face. Lifting her broken head he plunged his dick into her wounded mouth.

Gardevoir could take no more. She gave himself over to him. He was her master. She would please him any way she could and never make another whimper in reply. She suckled on his piece as he pulled it in and out. Cracked lips smothered him, teasing glands and glans. He gripped her arms, squeezing tighter. More pain roared through her and she sucked harder. She gagged, puking a little. The bile stung him, so he drove another fist into her eye.

Through the pain she sucked and finally he came. As he did, his mind cracked a little more. He gripped her head, forcing his cock into the back of her throat. She vomited again, squirting half-digest plant matter all over both of them and he lashed her. Her tiny bones splintered under his blows and he came harder at her destruction.

Weeks later David finally found himself at Cerulean city. Gardevoir wasn't looking very good. She didn't respond to vocal stimuli and couldn't see out of the eye he caved in, but he felt no remorse for it. Even so; he felt glad. She was mentally broken. His attack had transformed her into the perfect sex slave: when he moved his cock near her she would tilt her head, trying to find it, just as a baby searches for a nipple and automatically begins suckling.

She was infected, though. Mold grew upon her anus and wounded eye. Her vagina was yellow with infection, discharging constantly. She wouldn't make it another day.

David rushed to the pokemon center, Gardevoir in his arms. He came up to the reception desk and there was Nurse Joy. Her eyes first when to David's dumb smiling face, but then down to the pokemon in his arms and she gasped.

"What happened?!" she said, stroking Gardevoir's hair with the gentleness of a mother.
"I'm not exactly sure," he muttered coldly, "I found her like this out in the forest," tears formed in Joy's eyes and she scooped the poor pokemon up, taking her over to the rejuvenation chamber for dying pokemon in another room. After flipping the switch the chamber filled with gases, obscuring outside eyes. Joy didn't mind that David had followed her in and closed the door, she was too busy studying a complicated-looking readout now appearing on a computer screen.

She bent over low as she typed slowly, a complete novice with computers it appeared, and as she did her skirt teased her thick ass. Her thigh highs squeezed her legs delightfully. She was a delicious woman, and David would have no problem finding out just how delicious she was.

He slid up next to her. "How does it look, nurse?" he asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Not very good, I'm afraid the rejuvenation chamber won't be enough for--"
"No, not the pokemon. Your cunt."

At this the nurse spun around. A hurt look flashed across her face and she bit her lip. She was exactly sure how to handle this situation. It was true that she was constantly horny. She never had time for anything outside of the hospital. Her cunt tingled at the prospect of being split. She eyed the door. Should she run? Should she have sex with this complete stranger? "He seems dangerous..." she though, but as she did her thighs pressed against themselves, pinching her slowly enlarging clitoris.

David's hands began to unbutton her blouse, revealing a polkadotted bra clasping two melon-sied breasts.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the office," she said with as much courage as she could muster, but didn't stop him. He pushed her up against the computer terminal and mouthed her nipples. She gasped as he bit one, teasing it with his tongue. He sucked on it and she lurched, not noticing her hands slide down to his hips.

He lifted her and placed her upon the desk. Her legs spread and she leaned back, forgetting that she was on the rag, and gave herself to him. He lowered himself to a knee, ripping off her clashing blue underwear and explosing her rosy, dripping hole. He gently tugged on the string sticking out, drawing a blood-soaked tampon out. It fell to the floor and thick chunks began to seep out. She burned for him, for this complete stranger.
His fingers moved into her, rubbing the rough spot just inside the warm tunnel. his red tongue slathered her clit. He sucked on it and hummed. A dizzy, buzzing feeling filled her head and she began bucking, screaming in pleasure. Soon her screams of pleasure became those of pain as he forced three fingers into her tight pussy. She hadn't been with a man in so long..

"No, please.." she gasped as her vagina slowly spread and grew used to the probing digits.

He inserted another finger and she gasped. This time her cunt burned in protest, showing no signs of widening. She squeaked. He forced another finger in and soon he was fisting her, plunging his large, manly hands in as far as they would go, spreading her wider. Filling her.

"Moooree," she growled through clenched teeth, thick streams of saliva going down her cheeks, "FUCK ME HARDER YOU PEACE OF SHIT."

David didn't like this however, and punched her in the gut. She lurched forward and gasped. But then, weighing how much fun he was having with being told what to do, he decided to insert his next fist.

Her tendons popped and squeaked as he forced the other one inside slowly. Her cleft opened wider, and wider still. She screamed in pain and pleasure until her throat bled almost as much as her cunt. Blood streamed down his arms, mixing with her cum until his shirt and the floor were soaked.

There was a knock at the door, followed by the turning of a handle.

In strode the doctor the nurse had called for earlier. Her father.

He stopped, shocked at the situation that unfolded in front of him.
"W-What are you, what are you doing to my little girl?" he murmured.
"Shut the fuck up you old bastard and get the fuck over here, her mouth isn't going to fuck itself!" David shouted, forcing his voice above that of nurse Joy's. She was horrified that her father had walked in on this, horrified at all the blood and what she had been coerced into, but she couldn't stop. Lust raged inside of her, overtaking all other motor functions.

"Fuck me, daddy," she said, grinning a bloody smile. Her pleading eyes met his and before she knew it, her father's wrinkly, liver-spotted dick was in her mouth.

The doctor fucked her from the opposite side of the table. Her young tongue slid over the top of his dick, teasing the helmet. He bucked wildly, shakily. He had not had sex since his wife had died ten years ago, and sometimes had dreams about his daughter. He tried to ignore them, push them to the back of his mind. But he could never help his sick fantasies. Sometimes he'd "accidentally" walk in on her dressing or showering, and would think about it later that night as he choked himself and petted his shriveling member.

David began to grow bored, his maniacal, slowly-splintering mind needed more horror to satiate it. It was a curse, but one he enjoyed.

He drew one hand out of her weeping puss, much to her protest. With the other he gripped her cervix and twisted. Pain cut her and she clenched her teeth and moaned, cleanly chopping her father's dick off as he came. The doctor fell backwards and the nurse sat up straight. Her vision blurred from the pain, but she was just barely able to see what David was doing.

He had drawn a knife out of his pocked and driven it into his urethra. His cock opened wide and he screamed, but kept pushing hard, down into his ballsack. Blood gushed forward and he puked, bile adding to the horrendous pain, but he couldn't stop. Slowly memories of him and Gardevoir flooded back, all the fun they had back home. Memories of his mother and father, how they wanted him to succeed. They wanted him to come home, to spend time with their baby boy. Of his first love, the girl he never got over. Her name was Misty. She wanted to see him again, she had sent him a letter only a month earlier saying she wanted to be with him again, that nothing felt the same without him. What was he doing here?

He couldn't stop his hands, they moved on their own, twisting out Joy's cervix, bit by bit, and slitting his genitals. At last the leathery bag was open. They gripped his testicles and pried them out, forcing them into his mouth.

All three parties bled to death. It was in the news the next day. The Gardevoir recovered, but was forever in a tortured state of slavery.

Misty shook as she read it. She wept and her mind grew jaded and hateful. She was alone in the world now. Nobody she loved. Nothing. Alone.

She drew a pokeball from her belt and opened it. Staryu appeared next to her.
"Staryu," she blushed, and looked at him through teary eyes, "would you do anything for me?"
"Starr," he echoed.
Her cunt burned. She needed it...

fin."

change

2009-07-09T09:08:00.002+08:00

ok as you may have noticed i changed my blog skin. i was getting a little tired of the old one and was starting to dislike the colour scheme. made it hard to read esp for my occasional lengthy discourse.

i like this one! except somehow i think all the apps on the right side bar screwed up the alignment and i can't seem to fix it despite tinkering around with the damn html code.

help!

time to reflect

2009-07-07T10:47:00.002+08:00

one of my friends on FB posted this essay which was written in 1996 but i think is still relevant. i've copied it from its source for easy reading and added in verses in italicised paranthesis for easy reference.

"This essay was published in the January 1996 issue of Epistole, the official newsletter of the Varsity Christian Fellowship, Singapore.

I do not believe in Evangelism anymore. Evangelism has come to mean too little.

When I shake a concept and it rattles with great noise and ease, I distrust the concept. When a concept rattles inside many people with the same sound, you know it is a lie. Even the story of Jesus has four gospels, not one.

Today, I confess anew to God the needs for character to struggle well against my fellow Christians and for poise to hear the Burden He was always intended each of us to take on alone.

I disbelieve in Evangelism because I know now what it has always meant to those who taught it to me. They told me that Evangelism was to reach out to the lost, to witness, to tell others about Jesus Christ, to live a life that was a light to the world. They told me it was to hand out tracts, to explain Bible verses, to narrate the story of Jesus, to tell others how I became a believer, to bring them to church and rallies. They told me to imagine myself as a lifeguard, as a person who has known the Light outside the cave, as a signpost along the road to destruction, as a seeing person among the blind. All these, they told me, were Evangelism. All of them spoke with the same content.

What they have been too comfortable to learn they do not tell you.

When one is warned of worldly influence for an association with something unfamiliar, when looking different and talking different and behaving different draw well-meaning concern from Christians, when they say they can never share their hearts with non-Christians as if before they knew the Church they had no real friendship, when they tell you they are simply spiritually different whenever they do not understand you, when people you see on Sundays correspond so tightly in manners, taste and lifestyle that a breadth of dispositions may be felt, I know Evangelism has become a dangerous thing.

Evangelism is not about welcome at all. It is not about acceptance. It is not about simplicity of heart. It is not about freedom.

It is about judgement. It is about hegemony. It is about superficial tolerance. It is about conformity. It is about fear.

See two-eyed what is.

I know now what Evangelism has always only been doing best. It has been bringing to Christ those people who have always been relatively easy to bring to Christ. It has been about saving the confused, the hurt, the conservative, the pious, the harmless, the gentle, the decent. It has been about bringing to church people who fit into the church anyway. They do not tell you about the larger established world with deep roots, where people do get on fine without Christ, where people do have fulfilling and even meaningful preoccupations, where people think Christians live insular lives too selfish for broader social dimensions and these people. we are too self-admiring to admit, may have a point.

All these they do not tell you. They proclaim at the gate and believe they have done so on mountains.

They do not tell because they do not really want to know about lifestyles, thoughts, music, literature, pursuits. They do not because they have fashioned their own Christian lifestyles, Christian thoughts, Christian music, Christian literature, Christian pursuits. They have these of their own because they say these are safe alternatives, Christian answers to the secular appeal, our evangelistic fortresses, our lights amid the great darkness. Then I met a Christian, as I have met many others, who told me Christian music has helped create an indispensible environment in which she could truly worship God and I do not know how much of her has clung to mountains and Jerusalems than to spirit and truth, whether she half-spoke really from a deep fear of secular powers. I do not know whether she, like many others, has experienced a cultural force and thought it was a spiritual force and propagated it as a spiritual force.

I know now what Evangelism is. It is a damaging concept employed to draw a vital line between the secular and the Christian (as if such a distinction exists) that one can never imagine a secular Christian without betraying a blush of dissatisfaction, albeit the fact that Jesus was the exemplary secular Christian. It is about spending the rest of our time on earth building the walls of the Kingdom of God when Christ has for a lifetime built bridges, breaking down the very Body of Christ and sending all parts away. It is about attracting souls with our pastimes, our way of life, our standard of life, our exclusiveness and with anything else but Christ who went out to embrace all ways of life and all standards of life. It is about packaging Christ rather than letting Him package us. It is what drove James and John to demand Heaven’s fire to come down on a Samaritan village. It is what impelled Peter to say “Be it far from you, Lord!” when Jesus revealed He must leave their company to fulfill God’s will. It is what incited Pharisees and scribes to ask: “Why do the disciples of John and of the Pharisees fast often and make prayers while yours eat and drink?” Evangelism is about thinking in terms of an inside and an outside. Evangelism is the greatest obstacle to God’s own evangelistic plan.

For years and now I realize, I have been deceived with a Matthew 28:18-20

(¹⁸Then Jesus came to them and said, "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. ¹⁹Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in^a]">[a] the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, ²⁰and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.")

without the earlier 27 chapters delineating the example of Christ, with an Acts 1:8

(⁸But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.")

without the divine chastisement of an Acts 8:1

(¹And Saul was there, giving approval to his death. On that day a great persecution broke out against the church at Jerusalem, and all except the apostles were scattered throughout Judea and Samaria.),

with a Romans 10:14-17

(¹⁴How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? ¹⁵And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, "How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!"^a]">[a] ¹⁶But not all the Israelites accepted the good news. For Isaiah says, "Lord, who has believed our message?"^b]">[b] ¹⁷Consequently, faith comes from hearing the message, and the message is heard through the word of Christ.)

without a I Corinthians 9:19-23

( ¹⁹Though I am free and belong to no man, I make myself a slave to everyone, to win as many as possible. ²⁰To the Jews I became like a Jew, to win the Jews. To those under the law I became like one under the law (though I myself am not under the law), so as to win those under the law. ²¹To those not having the law I became like one not having the law (though I am not free from God's law but am under Christ's law), so as to win those not having the law. ²²To the weak I became weak, to win the weak. I have become all things to all men so that by all possible means I might save some. ²³I do all this for the sake of the gospel, that I may share in its blessings.).

I have been told to preach a Jesus without the meaning of Immanuel, a Word of God that has not privately taught me about “dwelling among men”. Who has given us a stereotype of Jesus who is only enthusiastic about activities in religious houses and not in beer gardens, who is dependent on religious culture, who is believed by the religious, who is a celebrity in the church and a nonessential in the world, whose friendship is uninteresting and trivial to freethinkers, who can never walk around incognito without someone identifying His aura of holiness, who has a decent haircut and a scarless face, wears a Christian T-shirt, carries a Bible somewhere everywhere and is easily distressed by ill-mannered words?

If this is Christ, tell me: Why is it so unlike Him?

The question has not stopped Christians thinking seriously. Many Isaacs sit in our churches and give blessings foolishly by taste and touch without granting much gravity to hearing out the right spirit. Thus, Sunday School teachers have kids falling asleep, walking out of church and believing irreversibly that Christianity is dull because these teachers have failed to make the crucial connections, and this truth, nonetheless, has not stopped the same from commenting, with passing uprightness, that my trimming-much-needed hair makes for bad testimony. Then, there are friends who encourage the speaking of tongues for the aim of edification, but it is a wonder they can neither hear the spirit of Christ stirring in an English differently spoken, differently mannered, nor understand the logic for it, let alone live with it, finding much comfort instead in declaring difference and encircling themselves within an environment of personal worship that cannot be broken into. Then, there are those who listen to my words and, in missing the point and failing to measure it against the heart of the gospels, conclude within themselves that I use too many I’s, as if I should be uncomfortable to be myself after Christ has freed me to discover who I am really made to be.

I know now that the story of Christ has always to be spoken with pain. It is because the Word cuts deep even into the dividing of soul and spirit, joints and marrow, and therefore It is proclaimed only with words that come alive with your life, the unpretentious, unassuming words. Therefore, when I hear the same thing in the same tone with the same jargon, the grand cliché that calls itself Evangelism, I know there is a lie.

You see, I have to stop playing Christian in order to serve Christ. Why do Christians consistently make it difficult for me?"

food for thought yes?

talent can be found in the strangest places

2009-07-03T10:23:00.001+08:00

and possibly the most random of all, my ex-platoon did their own version of NDP-inspired Nobody. sian. i wish they had asked me to do a cameo humph -.-

mrt woman

2009-07-03T09:03:00.002+08:00

i've got no classes 2day so i'm on a random youtube posting run

on a side note, the current (and disgusting) mrt announcement is done by this woman

daughtry's cover of poker face

2009-07-03T08:09:00.001+08:00

i like it! it has a very raw emotional edge to it yes??

musings

2009-06-29T00:54:00.002+08:00

2day i met my JC class at casuarina curry for lunch since Daniel N.A. is back from london. as usual the standard catching up occurred and i realised that at my table of 8, i was the only one who is going to remain in SG to study. while NUS law is admittedly not too bad, i felt vastly inadequate and envious that they're going to see the world while i'll still be stuck in my little well.

i am now absolutely determined to go for an exchange programme. perhaps in switzerland. that sounds fun!

and for dinner, i had to attend my cousin's wedding dinner at meritus mandarin. as usual, my folks raised mortified objections to my attire but that means i achieved my desired effect. if they had approved, i would have been unfabulously dressed.

moving past trivialities, the dinner itself was as expected. the usual drunk uncle making a scene, the old fogey masquearading as a solemnizer who kept referring to the bride as a Mr, pple yelling "yam seng" in the most uncouth and embarrassing fashion, the slide shows and speeches etc.

however, as the event proceeded, i became increasingly upset because a wedding, save for the above undesirable elements, is a very touching spectacle. i know they usually don't last and more often than not, end in ugliness (literal and metaphorical) but for that moment at least, one can believe in a fairy tale.

what upset me however, is that i would not be able to experience such a fairy tale, for obvious reasons. not locally at least. and not in the near future. i think that tonight, i finally understood what it feels like to be discriminated against. and i don't like that feeling one bit.

good god

2009-06-26T00:45:00.001+08:00

i am truly horrified...

finally

2009-06-25T03:11:00.002+08:00

after 2 months, he's finally coming back ^.^

i was like, why are you so obsessed with me?

2009-06-17T16:55:00.002+08:00

Obsessed - Mariah Carey

So Oh Oh So Ohhh
Will the real MC please step to the mic?
MC- You need an MC, place to be
MC the MC

All up in the blogs
Say we met at the bar
When I don’t even know who you are
Say we up in your house
Sayin’ I’m up in your car
But you in LA but I’m out at Jermaine’s

I’m up in the A- you’re so so lame
and no on here even mentions your name
It must be the weed, it must be the E
cuz you be poppin, hood, you get it poppin’

Ooh boy why you so obsessed with me?
Boy I want to know- lyin’ that you’re sexin me
when everybody knows it’s clear that you’re upset with me
Ohh finally found a girl that you couldn’t impress
Last man on the earth- still couldn’t get this

You’re delusional, you’re delusional
Boy you’re losing your mind
It’s confusin yo, you’re confused you know
Why you wasting your time?
Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex
See right through you like you’re bathin’ in windex

Ooh Ohh Ohh boy why you so obsessed with me?
And all the ladies sing, all the girls sing
Soo Oohhhh Soo Oohh Obsessed

You on your job, you hittin’ hard
Ain’t gon feed you, gon’ let you starve
Graspin’ for air I’m ?
You out of breath, hope you ain’t waitin
Tellin’ the world how much you miss me
But we never were so why you trippin’
You a mom and pop, I’m a corporation
I’m the press conference, you a conversation

Ooh boy why you so obsessed with me?
Boy I want to know- lyin’ that you’re sexin me
when everybody knows it’s clear that you’re upset with me
Ohh finally found a girl that you couldn’t impress
Last man on the earth- still couldn’t get this

You’re delusional, you’re delusional
Boy you’re losing your mind
It’s confusin yo, you’re confused you know
Why you wasting your time?
Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex
See right through you like you’re bathin’ in windex

Ooh Ohh Ohh boy why you so obsessed with me?
And all the ladies sing, all the girls sing
Soo Oohhhh Soo Oohh Obsessed

LOL POOR EMINEM

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2009-06-16T10:00:00.001+08:00

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