And I am barely breathing, she sits next to me... An evening under the clouds and stars above. It wasn't the daiquiri that I was having, not the cocktail pulling its puppet strings on my mind. We lie back and enjoy the cool wind, it's a hot night, I'm glad we're dressed lightly.
She's in a little tank top, the kind you'd find attractive on a woman who knows where her best assets lie. I can't say that I was giving her my undivided attention, after all, her rising bosoms were screaming out to me. And I dared to claw my way through her clothes with my mind. Her hair's lightly tussled, tied in a half ponytail that reveals more of her face. She looks lovely, a sight to behold. She sits next to me... closer.
I can almost smell her perfume, but it's not. It's just her scent... sweet, fruity, she's a big fan of Clairol's maybe? We're this close and she's holding me, she runs her fingers across my chest. I breathe heavy. She kisses me, lightly on the chest, her lips mutter the approval of me using Polo Double Black. And she moves higher... higher still. Until our lips touch. They're soft, like flower petals, firm, yet delicate and her breathing is laboured, just like mine. Did she feel my heartbeat when she snuggled up next to me? It must've been so, I felt her shiver when I returned the kiss. Oh yes, you have to return it when you want that person as much as she does you, isn't it so? I took her in my arms and kissed fiercely. With as much fire as I could muster, as much desire I could pour outforth with just a kiss.
And I hadn't even started with my tongue...
Watching: Pirates of the Carribean; At World's End
Without a doubt, the series is getting too way over its head and becoming nonsensical. Singapore doesn't look like that, but I guess, movie's a movie! Still an enjoyable watch but many references to the previous movie required a little backtracking. 3.5 out of 5 orgasms. half an orgasm for the Keith Richards cameo.
Listening: Fortune Faded - Red Hot Chilli Peppers
So divine
Hell of an Elevator
All the while my fortune faded
Never Mind
the consequences of the crime this time my fortune faded.
Reading: Flowers For Algernon
Almost ending... Charlie Gordon, it's getting hard not to cry ...
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Ain't no other woman that could take your place my love
It was yet another routine patrol out on the Straits... Near the Rock... Nightfall, the sun sets behind me and the salty breeze pushes ruffles my hair into a mess as I stand out on the port bridge wing. It's a Saturday, I'll be heading home tomorrow where I'll get to see her. Get to touch her, get to hold her, get to kiss her, to caress and to feel her. I can't wait. That's just a figure of speech isn't it... I will because I can't do anything else but. I think that's enough breeze for now.
I return to my seat, I'm lucky Danny's with me on the watch. He's always been a good friend when it came down to advice and a good sport when it comes to my jokes and a dead-on whiz with the radar. I don't realise it until he tells me, "Sir, you're so in love."
"How can you tell?" I exclaim, surprise inherent in the tone of my voice.
"You don't realise that you've been singing that love song for the longest time?" says Danny, grinning from ear to ear. He has a Jack Nicholson grin that I bet girls find irresistible.
I pause in my thoughts and I look at him, he nods and smiles knowingly. Try as I might, I can't help laughing, that I've really found someone who's willing to give as much as I want to, someone with the same hunger for passion as I, with the same lust for life and love that hungers and claws out for more. And it's not scary, this insatiability, this... craving. Because each time I'm with her, it calms me down just to lie next to her, to hold her and to be in her arms.
Her eyes are like opals, shiny and glistening with tear swept blinks, they betray her emotions each time I look into them. I can't wait, to be drawn into her gaze and drift away into our own world. A world where exists my love emanating from within onto her.
I love you.
Watching: --
Listening: My Love - Justin Timberlake/futuresexlovesounds
"Ain't no other woman that could take your spot my love."
Reading: Flowers For Algernon
The anger of knowing, the loss of childlike happiness, a descent into the thralls of adulthood. I curse that I never read this earlier.
I return to my seat, I'm lucky Danny's with me on the watch. He's always been a good friend when it came down to advice and a good sport when it comes to my jokes and a dead-on whiz with the radar. I don't realise it until he tells me, "Sir, you're so in love."
"How can you tell?" I exclaim, surprise inherent in the tone of my voice.
"You don't realise that you've been singing that love song for the longest time?" says Danny, grinning from ear to ear. He has a Jack Nicholson grin that I bet girls find irresistible.
I pause in my thoughts and I look at him, he nods and smiles knowingly. Try as I might, I can't help laughing, that I've really found someone who's willing to give as much as I want to, someone with the same hunger for passion as I, with the same lust for life and love that hungers and claws out for more. And it's not scary, this insatiability, this... craving. Because each time I'm with her, it calms me down just to lie next to her, to hold her and to be in her arms.
Her eyes are like opals, shiny and glistening with tear swept blinks, they betray her emotions each time I look into them. I can't wait, to be drawn into her gaze and drift away into our own world. A world where exists my love emanating from within onto her.
Without a doubt, without regrets, without wanton, without a care.
Watching: --
Listening: My Love - Justin Timberlake/futuresexlovesounds
"Ain't no other woman that could take your spot my love."
Reading: Flowers For Algernon
The anger of knowing, the loss of childlike happiness, a descent into the thralls of adulthood. I curse that I never read this earlier.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
I found a way back into love
Pikture this...
"He walks into the bookstore, leading her by the hand. They must've been together for long... I don't see the passion in their eyes. I don't see him looking at her like he would have when they started...
It's a bookstore they're in. The kind you'd find with plenty of magazines from around the world. But it's nice, cause they've got fantastic books on sale all the time. Yes, so, back to the magazines. They walk... they stop. And where do they stop? You wouldn't be able to guess.
He leads them to the shelf, the shelf containing Men's Magazines. And I don't mean the Fitness section. He probably should've though, waist size 38inches perhaps? He reaches for Esquire, he places it back, he bends down 20 degrees, tilts his head down and reaches for the bottom shelf. It's everyone's favourite FHM Singapore. She holds his hand still.
And I have no idea..."
Girls, please tell me what the fuck is a woman doing with a man who doesn't give a damn about her feelings when it comes to reading men's magazines? For the love of God, have some dignity and slap him on the arm or something.
Watching: The Host
Holy shit, it's the first korean movie I think is pretty decent.
Listening: Meds - Placebo
Still
Reading: Flowers For Algernon by Daniel Keys
I haven't started but I bought it already.
"He walks into the bookstore, leading her by the hand. They must've been together for long... I don't see the passion in their eyes. I don't see him looking at her like he would have when they started...
It's a bookstore they're in. The kind you'd find with plenty of magazines from around the world. But it's nice, cause they've got fantastic books on sale all the time. Yes, so, back to the magazines. They walk... they stop. And where do they stop? You wouldn't be able to guess.
He leads them to the shelf, the shelf containing Men's Magazines. And I don't mean the Fitness section. He probably should've though, waist size 38inches perhaps? He reaches for Esquire, he places it back, he bends down 20 degrees, tilts his head down and reaches for the bottom shelf. It's everyone's favourite FHM Singapore. She holds his hand still.
And I have no idea..."
Girls, please tell me what the fuck is a woman doing with a man who doesn't give a damn about her feelings when it comes to reading men's magazines? For the love of God, have some dignity and slap him on the arm or something.
Watching: The Host
Holy shit, it's the first korean movie I think is pretty decent.
Listening: Meds - Placebo
Still
Reading: Flowers For Algernon by Daniel Keys
I haven't started but I bought it already.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
It's not that he gave up his life for his country...it's just that I never told him that I loved him the most
"As the dawn approaches, my heavy eyelids lift and i shuffle and turn, away from the morning sun as it creeps onto my bed. the birds have started to call, it must be... yeah i guessed it, 830am.....
830am!?! Holy shit what the hell am I doing in bed!?!? Oh ... yes, it's the weekend, thank the gods. with a lazy turn and a reluctant push i urge myself towards the bathroom and remove the little clothing i have. it was a wild night and she's still sleeping. my BB, my little carrot top, see how she smiles.
the cold water rains down my back, invigorating, inviting, calming, chilling until i get used to the temperature. i love the feel of water around me, it is peaceful, it is serene, it is gentle and it feels like BB caressing me with her hands and the timid murmur of excitement sends shudders all through me.
it must have been the splashes of water that woke her up, she wears little, except for a tee shirt i got for her. her smile is intoxicating, almost alluring, i'd better finish. no. i'd rather wait and bring her in too."
-a weekend's dawn- ivan.
Watching: Blades of Glory
Will Ferrell, your antics never cease to amaze me.
Listening: Meds : Placebo
Somehow, this song although dark.. has a different meaning to its lyrics
Reading: Power Factor Training
Yes, it's time to get into the big beat down!!! Train today, results tomoro. Live free, die well and all that jazz.
830am!?! Holy shit what the hell am I doing in bed!?!? Oh ... yes, it's the weekend, thank the gods. with a lazy turn and a reluctant push i urge myself towards the bathroom and remove the little clothing i have. it was a wild night and she's still sleeping. my BB, my little carrot top, see how she smiles.
the cold water rains down my back, invigorating, inviting, calming, chilling until i get used to the temperature. i love the feel of water around me, it is peaceful, it is serene, it is gentle and it feels like BB caressing me with her hands and the timid murmur of excitement sends shudders all through me.
it must have been the splashes of water that woke her up, she wears little, except for a tee shirt i got for her. her smile is intoxicating, almost alluring, i'd better finish. no. i'd rather wait and bring her in too."
-a weekend's dawn- ivan.
Watching: Blades of Glory
Will Ferrell, your antics never cease to amaze me.
Listening: Meds : Placebo
Somehow, this song although dark.. has a different meaning to its lyrics
Reading: Power Factor Training
Yes, it's time to get into the big beat down!!! Train today, results tomoro. Live free, die well and all that jazz.
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Come back to me
BB, i love my bb. My heart is heavy with frustation. Frustration because of the helplessness of the situation and the sheer intensity of sadness. The only hope is that people at this juncture do the right things at the right time. There's never been a time too critical for me but Yesterday will leave a mark, a brand, an imprint, a scar... forever in my thoughts. That the human mind is fragile, it is weak.. and yet it is the most powerful thing that we have. Kinda reminds me of V for Vendetta... I love again, I breathe again, I live again. And I want to live with you BB, sharing the best of our years in time to come. Please read, and imagine, and breathe in the future BB, for I want you in mine and I will make u happy.
Watching: 300
And now as then... a beast approaches, made up of swords and spears...
Listening: Nothing.
Reading: The Art of Seduction
It's engaging with all of its stories. But I don't see the point...
Watching: 300
And now as then... a beast approaches, made up of swords and spears...
Listening: Nothing.
Reading: The Art of Seduction
It's engaging with all of its stories. But I don't see the point...
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