I WANT SEX ON A FERRARI

I WANT SEX ON A FERRARI

DB: Baby I should have xxxxx you that night but don’t worry I’ll make up for that. I’m going to xxxxx you for a long long time . . . I’m driving and I’ve nearly crashed after that message, keep them coming. X

SM: How fast are you driving and what car is it?

DB: Too fast and the Ferrari. X

Later Sarah texts: I’m sitting next to you, getting ready to . . .

DB: Too late. I’ve already got my clothes off ready to . . .

SM: It’s an Armani spaghetti-strap dress you can see. I have naughty Pradas on with garter belt. I like taking my time. Unlike you. Have driven down a dark alley and am already trying to tear everything off with one hand, and with the other . . .

DB: Sarah, them straps come off them gorgeous shoulders slowly, to reveal THE BODY and then I take my time with the rest of you. I won’t be rushing anything.

SM: Really. Just as you try to put your hand up my thighs, get out of the car walk over to your side, your car lights still on so you can see me strip in front of ya Ferrari into nothing but my lingerie, open your door, push your seat down and get on top of you.

DB: I could stop the car, pull the hand brake. Lie you on top of the car, slide my hands up your xxxxx , pull them down and kiss all the way up the inside of your legs and then I would xxxxx you and xxxxx your xxxxx and then make love to you on the car. X

In other texts, Becks is alleged to have said: I need to c u so bad. I need that neck . . . I’m still feeling that electricity! Are you? I wanted you the first time I saw you. XX

I want my mouth in more places the next time. First of all your neck, then it would be your xxxxx, then I would make love to you for some time then a cuddle and a kiss. X

You like being taken by surprise u like your calfs massaged u like the xxxxx, you like it nice and slow but you also like it fast and furious! I can’t wait to kiss u head to toe then sit you down and your xxxxx and xxxxx u so hard 🙂 X

SARAH Marbeck claims that David Beckham sent her racy text messages in which he fantasised about making love to her on the bonnet of the Ferrari 550 that Posh bought him.

Recent stories over the 28-year-old football hero’s alleged infidelity have filled the pages of all the British tabloid newspapers.

Rebecca Loos, the footballer’s former PA, is to give a TV interview with Sky One over claims of her affair with Beckham.

Malaysian-born Sarah Marbeck, 29, also alleges that she slept with Beckham.

In a statement released by her lawyer in Australia, Marbeck said she decided to reveal the alleged relationship because she spent two years waiting for the England captain.

“He said he loved me and I slept with the phone by my bed waiting for it to ring.


Sarah Marbeck.. 😀

i am the golden spoon ;)

LO! Just some updates at the mo – I got new glasses! Ling, it’s exactly like your green ones but mine is maroon. 😉 I haven’t had them plastics in years so suddenly I feel all retro and loving it. Haha.. and yeah, to those who remember me in those HUGE plastic specs during those awkward years; relax – my taste in plastic specs have shrunk with time. 😀

Well, Cheng Beng came and gone. And I have my story to tell. A week before Cheng Beng itself, my uncle had the same dream on two consecutive nights. It was of my very eldest cousin whom I (and probably you too, Ling) knew nothing of until last weekend. She died when she was 12 years old of a genetic heart problem which couldn’t be diagnosed then. She was buried in Cheras and then her whole family shifted away to Penang. Then 27 years later, she would appear in my uncle?s dreams, telling him that she was lonely and no one was taking care of her. She left a really strong impression that was nagging my uncle for days, so on Cheng Beng, we all decided to pay her grave a visit. Most of us weren?t even born yet when she passed away so we relied on the faint memories of our parents and phone calls to her parents to describe where the gravestone was. Piece of cake, we thought.

We thought, ?Hey no problem man, there are about 15 of us and if we each took about 2 rows each, we could easily find the gravestone by looking out for her name, right?? (Right till we reached the Cheras cemetery and there was an OCEAN of gravestones) ?It is supposed to be on a hill? (The whole cemetery IS a hill) ?Just look out for a cross? (There were thousands of crosses) ?It is near a cluster of angels? (You should get the idea by now)

I probably have never walked around alone in a cemetery before. It was like in the movies ? cloudy and drizzling, still and quiet while you slowly waded through the thick grass while holding an umbrella, bending down to squint at the faded words on the grey stones. Only things missing must be a thick long dark coat and black birds flying low in the background. It was an extraordinary experience. Sometimes, I would look behind me, half expecting someone to be standing behind me but only to be faced with hundreds small discolored pictures of solemn faces that had lived many years ago. It was so quiet. Not the eerie sort of silence, more of the calming sort. Rustling of leaves on the trees around me, rubbery squeak of my sneakers against the wet grass, occasional cracking of a dry branch on the ground. Not trying to be dramatic, but it was really how it was then.

We couldn?t find her gravestone that weekend. We left the place somewhat satisfied coz we did try? but naturally unfulfilled coz we knew that it just had to be somewhere in this cemetery. A week later, many phone calls later and another attempt in the cemetery, my relatives finally found it. I didn?t follow then but hearing my Dad described the sheer joy in finding the elusive gravestone was a gratifying yet unusual feeling. It is not everyday that you feel that your day was made because of a certain gravestone find. 😉

I am not sure how to end this post, I started off this post, wanting to be entertaining but I think I ended off rather schmaltzy. Oh well. No two ways to typify a blog, I guess. 😉 Nites all, it?s gonna be another long day tomorrow at work…

1 month anniversary for rock climbing!

A day after Wall climbing and bouldering..

Skins will peel off, skins on fingers get rough, unable to grip anything the entire night and muscles ache the next day but yet, this extreme sport is enjoyable. The feeling of being able to grab a bendcrete and hold on to it is absolutely satisfying. Further, being able to bring myself up to the top was even better!

It’s been a month since I started…super body is 10% completed!!

Tiesto @ Zouk

NO MORE CLUBBING. NO MORE CLUBBING FOR ME!!

Okay Zouk was crazy. I was there at 930PM, and the entire place was packed with people (I’m only referring to the compound outside Zouk!). The ticket queue was crazy. It was so long till it circled half of Zouk’s premise.

I was trying to get some friends who were in front of the line to get the tickets for me. But it would be RM60 by the time they get to the ticket counter. Mary had friends who were selling RM60 tickets elsewhere minus the queue. But the amount of people turned me off. Imagine 2000 people squeezed into one small box. Getting in was no problem as we had an easy way to get tickets but the fact that thousands of people squeezing in a small club is absolutely crazy.

So the rest of us adjourned to Atmosphere, thinking that the place would be empty. It was empty initially but after a while it went crazy. All the ‘Tiesto rejects’ (those who didn?t make it to Zouk) were there and the place was pack like a can of sardines. So I was one corner chatting with friends until something shitty happen. As usual loads of people were walking up and down but suddenly I felt something warm on my hands. I thought somebody spilled water on me but instead, a drunk chick vomited on my hands. GOD DAMN IT!!!!
well, I immediately wiped it off, not much damage. But the chick vomited on Hen’s legs too 😀

There were couple of funny sights though. While Choon and I were talking, a group of guys were happily drinking behind us. They even offered Kiang and PS their drinks. Half an hour later, all of them were drunk. Couple of them fell down on to the floor. Another dude vomited (lets call him puking dude) on another drunken dude sitting next to him and the best part is, the other drunken dude was unconscious hence he had puke all over his legs. Oh yeah, after that, both puking dude and drunken dude were sitting side by side holding hands. Maybe both of them think that they were holding hands with a girl..

Oh yeah at 12AM, I messaged Him asking him how Zouk was. He said, ‘Boring until kukuciao (penis)drop. Tiesto no where to be seen..all ciplak dj..over’. Then an hour later he reported to me again. He said there place was super crowded and many people couldn’t get into Zouk. Apparently the amount of people inside was limited to 2000 people. Even those with tickets couldn’t get in.

Anyway, the next big event to look forward to is.. (got this from Edwin who works for BAT)

KENT Rave on 24th April @ Bukit Tinggi (over an hour’s drive from Kuala Lumpur City centre and lies some 2,500 feet above sea level)

a 9hours set! by NuBreed, StereoMovers & Mara

Confirmed party till 6am!!

Sigh… too bad it’s for invites only…

Pictures from Johnson from Tiesto @ Zouk

Tiesto tomorrow night.

DJ Tiesto, voted No.1 by a British dance magazine, will be spinning @ the newly opened club, Zouk tomorrow night. Admission before 10PM will cost rm45 while after 10PM will be RM60.

5 top reasons why you shouldn’t be there tomorrow night

1. Everybody, I mean EVERYBODY RANGING FROM YOUR NEIGHBOUR TO YOUR WORST ENEMY, will be going.
2. It will be super duper pack. So pack that you might have problem walking. Forget about dancing, every second somebody will be banging in to you.
3. Zouk implemented the Western line up system where you have to line up in order to get in. Sometimes you have to wait for an hour or more in order to get in. Those who clubbed in Australia or UK should know what I’m talking about. Since there will be shit loads of people, the line would be as long as the Great Wall of China.
4. Party starts at 9PM and ends at 3AM. Hello? 3AM?????
5. I have 9:30AM class the next day. *sob* Well, I might consider dropping by. I will be there standing at one corner, enjoying DJ Tiesto hard set. Oh yeah!!

uh ah voice box

Lynnzter drew this for me

Does it look like me ? 😀

Get yours done @ http://www.todomsn.com/avatares/avatares.swf

This afternoon, I received a message from Esmund. He said,

“My phone battery running low, pls call +6013769229. need to talk to you urgently..”

I didn’t bother to call him back until I had my lunch with Lynnzter.

A message from Esmund was a surprise as I have not been in touch with him lately. Could he be involved in an accident? Or is there something that has been happening behind my back? I called him back…

I heard a girl’s voice..she said

“uh uh uh ah ah ah ahhhhhhh”

She was moaning. Then towards the end, I could hear a guy saying, “AAHHHHHHHHHH”

God damn it, I have been tricked. Some fucker recorded love making sound into his voice mail!!

Malaysian National service

The new national service training for 18 years old kids seems to be pretty interesting. For your information, it’s a 3 months training with mild physical training.

Indiscipline seems to be the major problem now. I heard there were wannabe gangsters collecting ‘protection money’ and even forcing kids to join gangs. Well, I dont think that’s a major issue since during my high school days, gangsterism is very common.

But in my opinion, the biggest issue here is inter-racial fights. One of NS’s main objectives is to sow racial harmony. It seems that rather than sowing racial harmony, it has the effect of creating hatred towards other races.

These kids need something tougher. IMHO The current NS system isnt tough enough. It’s like a Summer Camp for kids. I suggest that we implement an ALA army styled training in order to force discipline into the kids.

Jeff Ooi posted an interesting post about National Service. Read it @ http://www.jeffooi.com/archives/001820.php

He quoted Kim, fellow blogger who is going thru her National Service. She gave us an insight into the current national service.


Brawls happen all the time. When I was in my physical training camp, trainees would boycott events, set fire to camps and cots, fight with teachers, and so on. I knew a couple of married/ pregnant girls, too.

At the physical camp, fights would break out and boys would whip out their combat belts and start striking each other. Some boys even got gang-beaten in the toilets. During a football match against the local IKBN, suddenly the NS boys and IKBN boys got into a fight, and the audience poured onto the field, a mass fight. Even teachers got beaten up and stomped on. (It never appeared in the papers.)

Now that I’m currently at a local university doing the final stage of NS training, there’s even more brawls going on. Trainees hate some teachers, and are really out to get them. There has been one sexual assault case, and a couple of major fights between separate camps (both placed in the same university).

And yes, half the fights are racially-motivated. National Service has it’s great points, but it also has its low points. Sometimes I feel so happy here, and sometimes I feel extremely unsafe.

Melbourne ghost story…

Another ghost story, dedicated to all my friends in Melbourne 😀

Warning: Please proceed if you have balls of steel or tits of steel.

During my backpacking trip around Australia, I ended up staying in my then girlfriend (hereinafter referred as “M”) apartment on Charlotte’s place, just next to Astor Theatre. It’s actually a dead end street with couple of beautiful single story Victorian houses and an apartment located on the end of the road.


Charlotte’s Place..

I was fortunate enough to live there for 2 occasions, once during my second trip to Melbourne and another time during my backpacking trip. The first time was alright but I wasn’t in good terms with M’s housemate (it all started after she insisted on dividing the toilet roll bill into 3). Anyway, back to the story. It was Winter 2002 and I was revising Insurance Law in the living room with a cup of cold Milo.

Then suddenly, I heard a sound. It sounded like someone is outside the window. Who could be outside the window at 12AM in the morning? And further, we live on the 2nd floor.

It was a sound of heavy breathing. It was getting louder and louder. The hair behind my neck began to stand and so did the hair on my arms! (I swear when I wrote this I immediately blasted my music loudly)

It would enjoy it if it’s a woman’s heavy breathing. But noooooo…it was a man. I immediately packed my books and ran back to my room. I told M about it. She immediately dismiss it by saying it could be the gas pipe outside or the neighbour downstairs.

Days later, the noise came back again (I swear when I wrote this the hair on my face began to stand). We were about to sleep. The lights were closed and we were neatly tucked. It was the breathing sound again. It went on for few minutes. M and I were shocked. We didn’t say a word but we were clearly awake to witness it. We stared at the window and saw nothing. It can’t be the gas pipe as it’s located on the other side of the apartment. It cant be our neighbour downstairs because.. no one lives directly below us. (hair stands!!)

We asked M’s housemate whether or not she heard anything.

She said she heard nothing.

The heavy breathing incident stopped for a while after that.

However, one day, while M was at a clinic, she heard the noise again. It was as if something was breathing on to her ears. She asked the doctor whether he heard anything. The doctor said no..

She came out from the doctor’s room, looking pale..

House no 386..

Another neighborhood story!

Many years ago, my mum rented this dilapidated house located opposite my hill (my house is on top of a hill). I used to hangout there loads as there were 2 pretty cool tenants there last time. They used to bring me out for dinner and let me hang around in their room.

Behind the happy old memories, there lies a dark secret in that house. It’s an open secret actually, even taxi drivers knew about it. However, mum didn’t know about it. When my mum first rented the house, she and my maid painted the entire house. So on one faithful day, Mum was exhausted hence she slept in a room which is located next to a toilet. While sleeping.. something woke her up. A black image was floating in front of her. Suddenly, it began choking her. Mum was struggling for her life…

She was about to pass out until she heard a scream. It was my maid shouting that she has finished her work and wanted to go home. The black image disappeared.

Mum was curious. She didn’t know what that was so she asked a neighbor. Apparently, the previous owner of the house committed suicide in that very same room mum slept. He was an Indian man and an Inspector of the police force. The entire family moved as soon as he died.

His spirit was still lurking around the house after the incident. Tenants were complaining that they heard footsteps on the stairs at night.

However, today, the house no longer exists. After mum moved out, it was left unattended for few years until someone bought the house and demolished it. A brand new bungalow lies there now..

I’m special 3

I HEREBY ANNOUNCE MY RETIREMENT FROM THE CLUBBING SCENE. NO MORE CLUBBING FOR ME..UNLESS
a) It’s a huge outdoor event
b) It’s free
c) I REALLY REALLY feel like clubbing (ie for an event not to be missed)..

SEE YOU GUYS IN FEW YEARS TIME!!

Oh yeah btw, Newsflash!

Added: March 15, 2004
CZECH DJ BREAKS DJ BUDDY LOVE’S WORLD RECORD!

Michal Bures, aka DJ Blue, has set a new unofficial Guinness World Record® club DJ marathon by playing music continuously for 81 hours, 6 minutes and 32 seconds. The record attempt took place at Lubina Nightclub in the Czech Republic and was transmitted live on the Internet. DJ Blue started his attempt on Thursday, March 11th at 10:00 AM local time and finished it on Sunday, March 14th just after 7:00 PM local time. This shatters the current official Guinness World Record® of 74 hours set by American DJ Martin Boss of Orlando in 2001, and also breaks the current unofficial record of 80 hours and 5 minutes set by American DJ BUDDY LOVE in 2003. DJ Blue will enter his attempt to be officially recognized as the Guinness World Record®. The process of official recognition can last several months and is guided by very strict rules. During the attempt, DJ Blue could only rest for 15 minutes after every eight hours. “I did have several hard moments, but I regenerated myself with fruits, nuts, energy drinks and honey, and this helped me,” he said. DJ Blue played a total of 1,635 different vinyl records and CDs of electronic dance music during his record attempt. DJ BUDDY LOVE, who contacted DJ Blue during his record attempt via the Internet to offer his encouragement and congratulations, says he’s very glad that the Czech DJ was successful and finished safely. “I know how hard it is on your body to do this sort of thing. There have been a few other attempts recently where the DJ collapsed before making it, so I’m very happy that DJ Blue made it without any problems. I hope he sleeps well!”

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