my horny aunty stories

statcounter actually tells me that there are people who arrives at my other blog by searches of 'my horny aunt stories'. and one particular entry that was linked on my blog page is one that says my dad has been admitted to the hospital thanks to my aunt pestering him.

wonder if that dude still continues on his search for more 'horny aunty stories' thereafter?

amusing what you find on internet search keywords

internet is the hypocrite, a witness and also savior of many poor souls out there.

i want the one with a red behind

so apparently girls are complete creatures because we have the XX chromosomes, while guys are not as complete because the Y in the XY combo lacks a tail.

does this explain the evolution that we are continuously experiencing, that more guys are becoming so metrosexual that they know more abt facials, whitening products etc than girls?

so it's like genitals are supposed to be complete when it's all nicely packed like a flower (and not some fruit looking thing hanging out), while boobs are supposed to be round, juicy fruits and not some haltedly developed washboard.

geeee, people around me crack me up so much i wish we can all opt to have monkey bodies after we die just so we can laugh at each other some more!

can you please hold my clutch?

if you were to google 'clutch', all the car informative pages will pop up, tonnes of websites and even more mechanical pictures of 'clutch' being shown. but they all weren't what i had in mind. i meant to google 'clutch bag'.

it was a classic case of gender incoherence when the boys didn't know what we meant when Mel said 'Aaron, can you please help me look for my clutch'. he was so confused and dazed, trying to understand Mel's question and/or request.

the natural thing/image that came to Aaron's mind was of course the 'clutch' that we find in cars, little did he (and in fact most guys) know, tht clutch has another meaning, a feminine side to it's well-known male dominated usage and vocab.

surprise, surprise, a clutch is a bag!

we had a pretty good laugh, over the guys' disbelief and relief that Mel didn't actually ask Aaron to find for her clutch (that's found in cars) (the fact that Mel didn't drive, they were almost convinced that Mel was cuckoo from her graduation joy).

nope, not this baby

imagine the horror when a guy goes on a first date and was told to hold the girl's clutch, with the guy only comprehending it's definition to be a car part. while the girl gets all furious that the guy refuses to do so, the guy will go off thinking the girl is a nut job.

now, that's life drama.

unscramble my thoughts

deaths highlight mortality

mortality reminds me to live

deaths tell me to let live

life shows me how to die a little

time forces me to speed

experience says i should have known better

memories sit in a corner

spaces scream 'fill me up'

milestone says mark the calendar

the heart says 'Forgive'

the brain says 'Forget'

i am confused

i wish i still matter

i am unmoved and i am scared

incisive

my ideal job would be to do nothing but write occasionally, laugh unpretentiously and to wander incautiously.

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i don't mean to be rude, it is an innocuous practice to challenge a remark with retort, it makes people think, it leads to brilliant play of words, it colors.

books

Shakespeare and Company

i deem a book good if some passages in its pages struck me, planted in me, moved me.

i deem a book good if its words jump out in my mind, uninvited, unintentionally, at the right time, to soothe the wrong feelings.

i deem a book good if i tell myself to get it for keepsake.

i deem a book good, for company.

i deem a book good, for memories.

i deem a book good, as an escapade.

stories

i heard a story, and it was a story of a girl, burnt to death.

the history was brief, her life a misery, ending's a tragedy. i hope she had happy days, real happy ones, knowing that most of her days were hell.

more often than not, sufferings are brought upon an individual by others, some are born into it, some are cornered, some didn't know better.

i'm sure most of you are curious as to what is her story, what happened and how did it happen, but i choose to respect the dead, eventhough i do not know you, but your story touched my heart and i feel sad. may you rest in peace.



i heard another story,recently, also of a girl,in fact a woman, being abused.

it is unfortunate, uncalled for, sad.

noone deserves to be abused, no matter the scale of wrongdoings done. wrong decisions made, and wrong turnings took. noone is deserving of another hand laying on her flesh, unless it is out of love. noone is above another.

i hope it ends soon.

we so need each other

XX : we love to cuddle..
XY : we love to cuddle too, just with different women.

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