Month: July 2007

Masjid Jamek is the craziest area in town ever. Arriving either by Putra LRT or Star LRT, one would be greeted by car fumes and avoid being pushed around by the crowd.

Every Friday at about 430pm, vendors come out and lay their wares on the ground. I wanted to take a picture of what she was selling, but I must have zoomed my camera onto her face instead. Cheap goods like Doraemon things, scarves, stuffed toys, etc can be seen. Food is sold as well.

I can’t stand the place. Horribly polluted that I could feel my pimples surfacing while I wait for the lights to turn red so I can cross the road.
Masjid Jamek is KL’s oldest mosque. Yup yup.

[note: FB stories will continue another time. ;D]
They say that you’ll never forget your first love, he or she will forever be imprinted in your memories. I have no trouble accepting that for a fact that one usually would remember his or her first in everything: first job, first relationship, etc.
However, I am rather perturbed to find myself waking up in the morning and realising that I just dreamt about my ex-boyfriend. It makes me feel really guilty, I tell you. Here I am, blissfully ‘attached’ and dreaming such lovely dreams about my boyfriend, but only to realise, “Hang on. That’s not my boyfriend hugging me. It’s ex-boyfriend #1.”
o.O
TWICE it happened.
For the life of me, I don’t know what’s that supposed to mean!
Just last week I confided my friend and he rubbed his chin (like frank_omatic loves to do) and together we pondered.
“Do you think I need closure, maybe?” I asked.
“I don’t even consciously think about him!” I remarked.
I hope it’s not considered CHEATING to unintentionally dream about an ex-boyfriend.
Any dream readers out there?

A f*ck buddy.
No strings attached.
Purely sex.
Just sex – it’s a booty call and a call just for a shag.

A guideline for f*ck buddies:
– Do not make love to her
– Do not buy her things, especially if she asks you to
– Do not accept any instances of her calling you her “boyfriend”, either in front of you or behind your back; shut that shit down before it starts
– Do not only booty call he when you’re drunk / as a last resort (she can tell)
– Do not socialize with her in a non-sexual way
– Do not intro her to your friends or show interest in an intro to hers
– Do not sex her more than twice a week
– Do give her extremely good sex
o.O
The last rule itself just shatters me. I wonder if I am *good*. ;D
So unfair! Found these guidelines and it makes it sound that women are the clingy one! I’m sure us women can be good f*ck buddies, too, with no strings attached!

I have a friend who preys on me like I’m desperate for a good f*ck, or a shag, like they say in Austin Power movies.
Recent telephone conversation went like this:
him: Hi, how are you, darling?
me: Hi. I’m ok. And I’m not your darling.
him: Aiyo, you don’t have to be so serious, my dear…
me: So, what’s up?
him: Nothing, just see how you’re doing for the night.
me: I’m OK, just a bit bored.
him: Would you like me to come over later?
me: For what?
him: To keep you company… I still owe you a hug, remember? It will be a short visit, I won’t stay long… unless you want me to.
me: Ah?
him: You know, I think you need a f*ck buddy. You’re so rigid, so tense…..
me: *speechless*
him: You don’t have to be so conservative. F*ck buddies are a norm. No strings attached, just having fun. You’ll be very relaxed after that. Seriously!
And he continued…….
“My friends and I, as f*ck buddies, we don’t f*ck and tell, that’s the rule. Nobody tells anyone about it, that’s the golden rule. So if you get involved, you must never tell……”
“And so far, no one has complained about my skills. I’m good…..”
Question:
Did I allow him to visit me that night?