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De mãe para mãe

Vi o seu protesto diante das câmaras de televisão contra a transferência do seu filho, menor, infractor, das dependências da prisão em São Paulo para outra dependência prisional no interior do Estado de São Paulo.

Vi você se queixando da distância que agora a separa do seu filho, das dificuldades e das despesas que passou a ter, para visitá-lo, bem como de outros inconvenientes decorrentes daquela mesma transferência. Vi também toda a cobertura que os média deram a este facto, assim como vi que não só você, mas igualmente outras mães na mesma situação que você, contam com o apoio de Comissões Pastorais, Órgãos e Entidades de Defesa de Direitos Humanos, ONG's, etc...

Eu também sou mãe e, assim, bem posso compreender o seu protesto. Quero, com ele, fazer coro. No entanto, como verá, também é enorme a distância que me separa do meu filho. Trabalhando e ganhando pouco, idênticas são as dificuldades e as despesas que tenho para visitá-lo. Com muito sacrifício, só posso fazê-lo aos domingos porque labuto, inclusive aos sábados, para auxiliar no sustento e educação do resto da família. Felizmente conto com o meu inseparável companheiro, que desempenha, para mim, importante papel de amigo e conselheiro espiritual.

Se você ainda não sabe, sou a mãe daquele jovem que o seu filho matou cruelmente num assalto a um vídeo-clube, onde ele, meu filho, trabalhava durante o dia para pagar os estudos à noite. No próximo domingo, quando você estiver abraçando, beijando e fazendo carícias ao seu filho, eu estarei visitando o meu e depositando flores na sua humilde campa rasa, num cemitério da periferia... Ah! Já me ia esquecendo: e também ganhando pouco e sustentando a casa, pode ficar tranquila, pois eu estarei pagando de novo, o colchão que seu querido filho queimou lá, na última rebelião de presidiários, onde ele se encontrava cumprindo pena por ser um criminoso.

No cemitério, ou na minha casa, NUNCA apareceu nenhum representante dessas 'Entidades' que tanto a confortam, para me dar uma só palavra de conforto, e talvez indicar quais "Os meus direitos". Para terminar, ainda como mãe, peço "por favor": Faça circular este manifesto! Talvez se consiga acabar com esta (falta de vergonha) inversão de valores que assola o Brasil e não só... Direitos humanos só deveriam ser para "humanos direitos" !!!

Cumprimentos,

Ana Isabel Pinto da Costa

recebi no mail... mexe...

Em Segurança

de Jonathan Leder

Muitos são os momentos em que nos ausentamos. Fugimos de ser, refugiamo-nos nalgo que tomamos como certo. Um silêncio, um vazio, um espaço, um ruído... Esse algo é nosso, e ninguém no-lo pode roubar. Donos e senhores do nosso destino, escolhemos não ser, senão algo, uma caneta que se demora lenta e bela, uma música que dança por entre o vento, um amor de dois segundos, uma existência de nenhum... Escondidos, refugiados, em segurança.

★Backstreet Boys★ feat. Dr. K

I really shouldn't have pressed that button. Itchy fingers!!! I should not have checked my email on my phone before the concert. In the end, I couldn't stop thinking about the contents of the email and got very distracted, bothered and to a certain degree.... upset. At every BSB song which I didn't know the words (mostly the new songs), all I could think about was that STUPID email. Fuck. (See Dr. K's email below)

See the kind of emails I get? Now he's giving me advice about losing weight??! It has been something which I've been battling my entire life. I havent had rice for 2-weeks now and I am so bloody hungry, all I can think about is stuffing my face.

Best girl in the city???... Should I be flattered or insulted, coming from him.

Arrrrggggghhhhhhh. Bloody pek chek, man!

★As Long As You (ermm) Pay Me?★

The Backstreet Boys concert was nice. Nothing fantastic or unexpectedly awesome. But nice. At this age, its starting to seem kinda lame... watching 30-something year old men, dancing in sync... *lol* Lame but really fun cos I got to scream my lungs out for Howie.

I hated the female dancers prancing around the boys like strippers. They're rather useless really. All we (the fans) came for was to see the Boys, not your skinny white ass... its like, stop touching my Backstreet Boys, you whore!!! >( ...

Wait. See? I'm not even allowed to say that anymore without feeling a pinch. Whore. Bahh!

The video clips of the Boyz in some movie scenes were really cute. Howie was in Fast & Furious, AJ was in some movie with Edward Norton, Nick was in The Matrix and my utter most favourite one was by Brian in Enchanted. It was hilarious... so funny and cuteeee

Anw I was tickled while singing along to one of BSB's songs... As Long As You Love Me. It sorta inspired me to come up with my version of the song:

As Long As You Pay Me

Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine
I'm putting my boobs in your hands
People say I'm crazy cos I like to grind
Risking and taking a chance

And how you made me cum is still a mystery
I can't get you out of my bed
Don't care what is written in your history
As long as its is not herpes or syphilis

Chorus:
I don't care who you are
Where you're from
What you did
As long as you pay me
Who you are
Where you're from
Don't care what you did
As long as you pay me

Every dirty little thing that you have said and done
Feels like it's deep within me... (push it harder)
Doesn't really matter if you're on the run
We can always have a quickie

(Chorus)

Bridge:
I've tried to hide it so that no one knows
But I guess it shows
When you look into my eyes
Where we do it and where you're cumming on
I don't care, as long as you pay me, baby...

(Repeat Chorus)

xoxo

{Sent via my Sony Ericsson Jalou}

★Backstreet Boys Live in Singapore 2010★

6pm ● Suntec ●

I am so excited!!! After 12 years, finally a concert. Howie D is practically my imaginary 2nd husband, by my side, all through puberty.

Anw i'm here early n hangin out at my 3rd place - Starbucks. Managed to even shop for a new handbag jz nw ** I luv my nue bag

Till later groupies!

xoxo

{Sent via my Sony Ericsson Jalou}

Rae of Light

goddess with white hat and beads - burning man 2009

My phone has been chiming off its hooks with sms-es and I just had to get my prepaid topped up.

Last night was a rather easy task. Other than the fact that the boy was late, but it was alright as at least I didn't have to rush. I checked in first into the hotel along Bencoolen while I wait for Rae to arrive. Rae is 27 years old. A local boy of Chinese-Malay mix. He's a newbie and last night was his virgin escort-experience. He, on the other hand, is my third.

For once I felt very in-control of the situation. Boy walks through the door. Boy sits on the far end of the bed. I lie in bed. We both watched Jurassic Park on tv. Never before has JP been so engaging. Rae was really shy. So shy that he cant bring to turn his face to look at me. His face was towards the tv most of the time. A boy of few words, he only answered my questions with a yes, no, i don't know and maybe.

I, on the other hand, was secretly worried about the time. So I tried out Belle's liner - " Do you have something for me...?" Looking apologetic for forgetting, he fished out his wallet, counted through some crispy notes and handed them to me. You should have seen the grin I was trying to hide. The money was such a huge motivation. Like someone once said, 'Just close your eyes, hold your breath and just think of him as your next paycheck.'

I slowly asked him to relax, lie back... take off your shirt and hang it. And he followed my instructions so obediently.

The boy had a small frame and rather skinny. I had to be careful not to put my entire body weight on him or he might die from suffocation. Rae is the same age as me. But he is sooo not my type and I won't fuck him for free. As I let him squeeze and fondle my breast, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Marcus. Suddenly I felt something rubbing my clit and it was his finger.

Right hand squeezing my right breast, left hand down south rubbing my clit... and I placed both my hands against the bed post for support as moaned and groaned to the pulsating rhythm. Hmm, for someone shy, this boy sure knows what he is doing.

I later returned the favour by giving him head. He was quite well-endowed and had a good girth to flaunt. It didn't take long for him to cum... I chose not to swallow, instead I held his cock firmly in my hands as squirts of white viscous liquid flowed like lava from a volcano. I could feel the throb in the palms of my hands as his faced mirrored his pleasure. First round completed.

Before he went to wash up, I teased him,"Next round, I want you to take charge,"half, commanding, half teasing.

On the second round, once I've made him hard again, I whispered in his ear, "How badly do you want to fuck me?"

"Very badly." He moaned.

"Get on top of me and fuck me fast".

Rae simply followed as instructed and I could see that he was even bigger than the first round. As he got into a comfortable position, he had both his hands on my breast as he ride me slow, increasing the speed as he escalated my pleasure. I let out a big moan as he thrusted his thick cock even deeper into my wet pussy. Then not long after, I felt him pull out and saw that he was cumming.

While he attended to his cock, I made a quick glance to my watch and saw that I still had half and hour to go (Rae booked me for 2 hrs). But after he came out of the bathroom, to my delight, Rae started to put on his clothes. He said he had to make a move already cos he was meeting some friends.

I curled up under the sheets as I watched him dress. Yup, the boy's really scrawny lah :P Once he was set to go, he came close to me, shook my hand, thanked and promised to keep in touch.

*LOL* He shook my hand.

I was just glad that the hours went by pretty fast and uneventfully. I quickly got up and dressed.
Yet another night in the life of an escort.

xoxo.

S.O.S - I've been conned!

Escort Lesson #1:
Always hv a back-up exit plan.
I'm learning it the hard way. I am gurgling my throats out with iced lemon tea right nw after tt man kissed me!
I knew it. I should hv listened to my instincts. I should hv ran for my life when the girl at the recept told me tt e guest at rm 608 is not ang-moh, as I had told her.
The door opened sesame the moment I pressed e doorbell. I was horrified when I saw his face and beneath e layers of make-up I swear I went pale.

John is an 'oompa loompa'.

I stepped in anw n John asked me if I wanted to wash up first. I jumped at e chance to compose myself n hoped into e bathroom.
In e grey tiled claustrophobia, I was pulling my hair out, thinking hard to cough up an excuse to leave or should I say, escape.

Then I took a deep breath n slid open e bathrm door.
'John, I think we hv a problem. I dont think I can do this.
'I'm having my period'.
John's face dropped as he gasped in sincere disappointment.
'But I really like you. What bad luck,' he sighed.
Well at least he didnt flare up into a temper or demanded to check my panty stain or something.
'Yeah, I'm really sorry (not). I was really looking fwd to this (cos I didnt think it would be you). This is so unexpected (yeah. very!)
'Can I hv a hug at least?' and he came close and threw his arms ard me. I was not surprised when he pecked my cheeks. I obliged, almost feeling sorry for e man. Then he planted his lips on mine, and I felt like I had died a terrible death.
I quickly pushed him away and made my way out, feeling repulsed.
'Wait, I'll send u to e lift. U need e room card-key to go down'. I stopped in my tracks and smiled politely,
At e lift, John handed me a tenner. 'For your cab fare. Thanks for coming.'
'The emails... John Mills... Its not ur real name?' I probed.
'Yeah, its not my real name. I hv to b very discreet. My name is ****. I'm a doctor'.
OMFG.
I simply nodded to conceal my horror. 'I understand (but no less repulsed)'.
I was glad he didnt try anything while we were in e lift. The journey down from e 6th floor seemed to last forever.
When e lift door cracked open, I made a 100 metre dash that my P.E teachers would hv been so proud of. But not before gracefully saying goodbye.
I was half-running as I searched for a hide-out. I needed to get out of these fuck-me pumps. Pronto!
So here I am. Beating myself up with Clorets n iced lemon tea. Is there bleach somewhere? If I had let tt man touch me out of my will n purely for e money, then THATS prostitution. Whats worse is I had earlier obliged to a discounted rate. It wouldnt be enough to pay the fee for the shrink. Not to mention I would b traumatised for life.
Lessons to learn:
#1: Have an exit plan. U never know what's going to happen.
#2: Listen to ur gut feelings/ instinct (or they will stop talking to u).
#3: Never let the clients dictate the price. Haggling is simply unacceptable (what is this? the fish market?). If they cant afford my rates, there are others who can. I've learnt tt there is no way I can stand their faces n let them touch me, at a discounted rate. No elderly or student consession here, hun.
No money, no honey.
this time, i'm lucky... xoxo
{Sent via my Sony Ericsson Jalou}

Charlie & The Chocolate Shop

7.35pm ● Starbucks Vivo

I'm feeling estatic! Just stepped out of Page One with TWO of Belle De Jour's books. I nvr thought they hv it here in my tiny island. And nw I finally have em in my hands. Awesome!!!

I met up with a client earlier at 3pm. At first I thought i'd nickname him 'Ashok' as in like Belle's Ashok. But I think I'll name him Charlie... cos Charlie has a chocolate factory. Ok maybe not a factory but a chain of chocolate shops. Good enough. More than I'll ever ask for! *weeeheeeee*

I had actually wanted to bail when I caught sight of him. He wasnt really e Hrithik Roshan type tt I was imagining. As I walked away to exit e scene, something made me turn back. I dunno what. Perhaps I didnt hv e heart.

Firstly, you know I have this rule against going out with APNNs. But I do make rare exceptions for the Northern ones (cos they're a bit more good-looking). Charlie was one of them... I was trying hard to remember the name of a Bollywood actor that resembles Charlie and its Sunil Shetty (left). Not too bad lah. A bit scruffy, quite sexy... but if he looked like Shahid/ Arjun/ Akshay or Saif, it would be a million times better. (heh. a woman's allowed to be shallow too, right?)

Whatever it is, they are all uber-cocky anyway and Charlie, a S'pore PR, fits the cocky APNN stereotype to the T. But when he tried to coax me to meet him for coffee (just to get to know first - free :P) I wasn't interested until he mentioned his CHOCOLATE shop. He got me at chocolate.

Chocolate, by the way, is my krypronite. So I thought, fine. This might lead to something interesting. I'll give him a shot, just as long as the coffee's on him.

And so we chatted for about an hour at Starbucks. We shared our interests, fave music, movies, family, career, and talked about everything under the sun. It seems that our interests are quite the oppposite apart from the few common factors which is that we're loners and dont have many friends. All the time while chatting, I was trying to decide - fuckable? non-fuckable? fuckable? non-fuckable? The verdict didn't arrive till much later in the evening.

After our chat, he brought me to his shop. I was half expecting that he could have lied about the part where he owned the chain of stores but I guess he didn't. I've been to the shop before to relieve some chocolate cravings. Only once though cos most of the chocs are pretty expensive. Then Charlie gave a mini tour around the store and introduced me to the different kinds of chocolates - pralines, truffles, meringue etc.

The sweetest thing was when he asked me to pick my fave one... whichever one i liked, and said to take it as a gift from him. *meltzzzzzz*

So I picked put a white chocolate Fererro which when I later tasted, was uber sinful and drool-worthy. Soon after we said our goodbyes-'see-u-when-i-see-u's, I disappeared into the crowd to search for a hide-out to chill. Then my Jalou chimed and it was a text from Charlie.

Oooooh... he likes me, alright *winks*. And I didnt even realise he stole a glance at my butt, which is actually my biggest insecurity.

That night I managed to clinch an appointment with Charlie. Next Wednesday evening.

Like all other clients, I hope he won't bail. Till then, if it happens.. it happens.

xoxo

{Sent via my Sony Ericsson Jalou}

A ouvir #27

mão morta mais uma vez

How To Sell Yourself Online (literally)

Today I posted my third personal classified ad. Instead of posting it on two different websites, this time round I only placed it on one.

The response so far, I gotta say, by the time I activated my new SIM card and planted it in yada yada... and finally switched on the phone, the text messages that flooded my inbox forced me to get a separate 'work' phone. I bought it at 7-11. Still can't digest that.

So yeah, now I've got 2 phones! *bravo*

Not that I think I'm soooo good at this, but I gotta be doin something right, right? Either that or there are really too many desperate guys out there. So I thought I'ld share my experience of posting a personal classifieds online and how I do it...

HOW TO SELL YOURSELF ONLINE (literally):

There are two very important elements when it comes to posting a personal classifieds. Not specifically for escorting only but it also applies for dating sites or social networks.

1) Words

2) Visual

Sculpt your bio/ profile/ personal description using descriptive words that can set the imagination dancing. Inject humour, use idioms or lyrics to flaunt your colourful personality in words. Don't pressure yourself to get it perfect the first time round. Simply scribble down any key words you'd wanna highlight about yourself and later piece it together.

If your mind is blank and you dont know where to start, perhaps you could read others' post/ ads and study how they 'market' themselves. Pick out their interesting choice of words and adapt it to your content. But under any circumstances, DO NOT ever copy others' words wholesale and claim it as yours cos then I'm gonna give you a bitch-slap.

It will show that not only are you stupid, you're also too lazy to think and use your brains, and also it shows that you have no respect for others (come on, already you're a whore. at least be a smart one)

I remembered last week when I went back to check on my ad post on the website and to see who else had posted what... I was so fucking mad when I saw a couple of posts using the very words that came from my fingers. Some fucking whores copied my ad to the extent of signing off the 'xoxo'. So for some strange reason, it felt like 'Gossip Girl' was theme of the week.

Since then, I've stopped 'xoxo'-ing.

Remember. You're not a refrigerator. You're hot flesh!!! So dont present hard statistics like you're writing a Product Manual. Weave the information into your sentences.

Keep it real. You can be in character and act up a lil pesona but remember to be yourself. Your readers should want to pay for a piece of you, not something that you eventually can't live up to. What you promise, you have to deliver, else you will lose credibility.

Below is a screen shot of my latest post. Its not exactly mind-blowing but what the hell, more than a dozen men fell for it...

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I'm your Belle du Jour (obviously inspired by my latest telly obsession)

Are you looking for a sensual experience? Need a real lady to be your companion through those lonely evenings? (I emphasized 'real' here becos the previous ad posts were a number of she-males and lady boys) Well, you've found me - so lick your lips & text me, and I'll be in touch (puns intended *winks*).

I'm a full-figured woman, with curves and hot flesh that will melt your heart. I hope my 40C will make you happy. Am 5'5 tall. I'm not for all men. Only true gentlemen.

Love, (Queen B)

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At the end of the day, it is up to you how you want to 'market' yourself. For me, I consider myself very 'target-market' oriented. Its not about the money. It never was. Its about the company. Its not the number of people you get to fuck. It's WHO you fuck.

I specified my preference for expats very clearly in my ad. Actually what I really mean is 'ang-moh' but I didnt want to stream-line it too much. I would also want to appeal to the more intellectual crowd, the ones who actually understand the word-play and would appreciate my wit so that we can converse on the same level.

Look out for Part Two of my 'self-promo' 411: How To Sell Yourself Online (visually) coming up next.

xoxo.

Piece by piece

First of all must go
Your scent upon my pillow
And then I'll say goodbye
to your whisper in my dreams

And then our lips will part
In my mind and in my heart
Cos your kiss
Went deeper than my skin

Piece by piece
is how I'll let go of you
Kiss by kiss
Will leave my mind
One at a time
One at a time

First of all must fly
My dreams of you and I

There's no point of holding on to those

And then our ties will break
For your and my own sake
Just remember
This is what you chose

I'll shed like skin
Our memories of lazy days
And fade away the shadow of your face

[Katie Melua]

Katie Melua - Piece By Piece

Found at abmp3 search engine

Kiss by kiss

In escorting, as in life, you don't always get the ending you expect, but it helps if you write your own story" - BELLE

Just done watching the final episode of Season 2 (Secret Diary of a Call Girl). I wonder why they make the series so short?! Season 1 only had 8 episodes and so is Season 2. On top of that, each episode is only about 20 mins .

This season finale is another heartbreaking one. Towards the end, as Belle leaves in the car with Ben, was this hauntingly melancholic song by Katie Melua called Piece By Piece. Aaahhh... I love that song so much... its the perfect soundtrack for moments where suddenly the world goes silent, your tears will just flow and you can hear your heart fall and break. Haizzz... so depressing. I'm gonna start watching Season 3 after this and promised myself to watch the entire SDCG from Season 1 all over again.

Anw, I'm on leave today. So I have all the time to myself :)

After this I'm planning to post my 3rd ad on the personals classified as the weekend approaches and pay day is also around the corner. I've already composed my 'ad' last night... on my way home on the mrt.**New Season... New Tricks**

Oh yes, I've been considering to buy a separate 'work' phone. I've already bought a new SIM number at 7-11 last night. I thought its better to introduce a new identity so as to seem like a 'new addition'. I had originally contemplated to buy a second hand phone, but I saw that they were selling brand new phones at 7-11 (the no-contract kind) and the cheapest was $65! Not too bad right?

After all that... I'm planning to head for the gym. Still dunno if I should go for my Brazillian today... although I've already made an appointment for 4pm.

Btw, STRIP has a new outlet at Mandarin Gallery. The Raffles City outlet is closed for renovations.

xoxo

Trabajando en cofradías

Como algunos sabreis ya, desde la semana pasada me he incorporado de nuevo a El Correo de Andalucía como redactor.

En esta ocasión, formo parte junto con Pepe Gómez Palas y Mario Daza del equipo de cuaresma.En esta dirección podreis seguir todo el trabajo:

http://www.elcorreoweb.es/semanasanta/

Así pues, durante estos días en la columna de la derecha iré colgando los enlaces a las piezas que haya realizado.

Espero que sean de vuestro agrado.

Un Saludo

Sem sentido?

fonte

É curiosa a forma como todos buscamos um sentido. Uns esperam-no. Outros procuram-no. Outros ignoram que o procuram, durante imenso tempo. Duvido que alguém alguma vez o encontre. Como o pote de ouro no fim do arco-íris, os gambozinos, e os bichos no armário, duvido que tal coisa exista. Não acredito que haja sentido, apenas uma busca, que vale por si. Pobres homens que o procuram!

Mas talvez eu esteja enganado. Afinal de contas, a minha sapiência contar-se-ia pelos dedos da mão, se fosse quantificável, e as minhas dúvidas, essas, escassas como areia num deserto. Não vale a pena discorrer, falar, discutir... Isto é algo tão pessoal que até conselhos podem ser considerados como intromissões. A direcção que seguimos é algo importantíssimo, e só a nós nos cabe defini-lo. Se não houver sentido que seja criado um! É o que fazemos... Mas será esse sentido, um verdadeiro sentido? Talvez sim, talvez não... Neste jogo não interessa como, só interessa atravessar a meta. Podemos fazê-lo devagar, depressa, de costas, a saltar ao pé coxinho, ou em contra-mão... O que interessa é atravessar essa linha imaginária. Nesse sentido, não há um sentido para continuarmos, temos de ser nós a criá-lo.

O Sol é um astro que através de reacções nucleares liberta enormes quantidades de radiação de várias frequências e, portanto, várias características diferentes. Ele não sabe porque o faz, nem estou certo que o queira fazer... Como ele temos de seguir. E não será melhor assim? Sem sentido? Sem um motivo para fazer o que quer que seja? Só a nossa vontade está em jogo, e assim vivemos sem sentido, ao sabor do vento, talvez bem melhor do que com falsos sentidos criados num qualquer centro de incubação de filosofias de vida de bolso. Sem sentido. Ao sabor do vento. Só é preocupante quando a vontade escassa, as dúvidas crescem, e o vento não sopra.

Brushed a Nerve

6.25 am.

My eyes are all red and swollen. Still sobbing as I write these words.

Just finished watching Episode 5 (Season 2) of the 'Secret Diary of the Call Girl'. In this episode, Belle/ Hannah's boyfriend finds out the ugly truth. I could just feel the devastation, of both Hannah and Alex. How finally, at long last, there is a man who's head over heels in love with you but then you have this big ugly secret. And for Alex, how he finally meets this amazing woman and he wants to share his life with her, just to walk in on her, with another man in bed.

I was suddenly struck by the thought that all these too could happen to me. Not that I think any man will ever fall in love with me (but then again you just dont know. Fate just has a funny sense of humour, at the wrong time). Alex's words of rage brushed a nerve in me and activated the flood gates.

He said he was disgusted... a disgrace... something like 'how would you feel if your girlfriend was fucking another man, and then fucks you'... Alex's pain, I could somehow understand.

As Alex stopped by Hannah's apartment later that night to return her things, he just threw her stuff on the floor. I totally felt for Hannah... how crushed she must have been. She didnt even mean to fall in love with him... and the moment she took a chance and tried to let herself fall for him, he slammed it back in her face. This scene - very familiar. You dont have to be a whore to relate to this.

That's why I'm never gonna fall in love again.

Then again, what is love?

"Falling in love... relationships... are things that happen to other people." (Episode 5, Season 2 :: Secret Diary of a Call Girl)

At the end of this episode, is this beautiful song by Adele, that just says it all... Hometown Glory

xoxo

Hometown Glory

I've been walking in the same way as I did
Missing out the cracks in the pavement
And tutting my heel and strutting my feet
"Is there anything I can do for you dear? Is there anyone I can call?"
"No and thank you, please Madam. I ain't lost, just wandering"

Round my hometown
Memories are fresh
Round my hometown
Ooh the people I've met

Are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of my world

I like it in the city when the air is so thick and opaque
I love to see everybody in short skirts, shorts and shades
I like it in the city when two worlds collide
You get the people and the government
Everybody taking different sides

Shows that we aint gonna stand shit
Shows that we are united
Shows that we aint gonna take it
Shows that we aint gonna stand shit
Shows that we are united

[Adele]

Fast Love

SVQ-LEI

El primer ensayo de la Cena en videos

Un Saludo

faleço de ser quem sou. ando por estas ruas moribundas, de aspecto nojento e asqueroso. cheira a caca de pombo, fezes humanas e urina de cão. não vejo pombos, homens ou cães. no meio do nojo passeiam de mãos dadas um asno e um abutre, mortos de paixão, falecidos. parece que toda a gente falece, por um ou outro motivo. parece que tudo nojo e tudo motivo para fugir da essência. a essência, pintada de vermelho, cheirando a ferrugem, aparece falecida hoje em dia, mais espessa, alaranjada e quente. tudo asco. todos falecemos de asco. asco do mundo? asco de nós? e tudo falecido, e cada vez mais asco.

Alegría

La alegría es un don

magnífico por antonomasia

aún si esta parezca no tener razón,

a más de uno su poder extasia.

Esta emoción de magno poder

mueve montañas y acaba guerras

Dejémonos por ella estremecer,

olvidando rencores y las enemistades férreas

Que su fuente sea la bondad

y las cosas por las que valen la pena que uno se detenga

fortaleciendo con ella la amistad

y evitando que de las desgracias ajenas provenga.

You Know I'm No Good

Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt,
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt,
You say "what did you do with him today?",
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray,

'Cause you're my fella, my guy,
Hand me your stella and fly,
By the time I'm out the door,
You tear men down like Roger Moore,

I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,

Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,
He's in a place, but I can't get joy,
Thinking on you in the final throes,
This is when my buzzer goes,

Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,
You say 'when we married",'cause you're not bitter,
"There'll be none of him no more,"
I cried for you on the kitchen floor,

Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain,
We're like how we were again,
I'm in the tub, you on the seat,
Lick your lips as I soak my feet,

Then you notice little carpet burn,
My stomach drops and my guts churn,
You shrug and it's the worst,
Who truly stuck the knife in first

[Amy Winehouse]

A ouvir #26

Latest Obsession

3.40pm ● taxi.

On my way to the office. My office, tt is. Working on a Saturday might sound dull, but honestly, I dun mind it at all. There is nothing better than an empty office, where u can do anything else but work. Heh.

I chanced upon an exciting discovery this week. While embracing my newly-found double life, I had googled to learn everything there is to knw abt escorting. And boy was I estatic to find out tt there was a drama series abt it! 'Secret diary of a Call Girl', is a series based in London, inspired by a real-life call girl who blogged abt her adventures. *Gasps* That is so me!!!

I was half excited and half worried now. What if my blog readers (if there is any, to begin with) thinks tt I am a copy cat?

The brit series, which starred Billy Piper as Belle/ Hannah, aired in UK on 27 September 2007. I only unearthed my slutty alter ego this year (2010)!

But perhaps I could offer a 'Uniquely Singapore' perspective. Before I left e hse jz nw, I managed to watch the first episode of Season 1 online. No thanks to online tv, I think now i'm hooked.

It was like watching myself sans e English accent. And of course we had many other differences. Firstly, Belle is quite hot (though i've nvr really been a Billy Piper fan cos she's got bugsy teeth).

Secondly, I dont hv a mother hen. I'm a freelancer, I 'operate' online n I screen my own customers (so no commission fee).

Thirdly but not e least, I indicate my preference for expats (tho most of the men who contacted me obviously dont understand the meaning of EXPAT), while Belle fucks anyone in London town cos they are ALL angmoh anw (mostly).

Whatever it is, we're all whores.

I guess i'm swiftly moving on - from Gossip Girl to Call Girl. Cant wait to watch the 2nd episode tonight. But not b4 I meet David. 10pm. Another one of those illiterate local men. Then again, girls like me cant afford to b too choosy.

Till next. xoxo.

{Sent via my Sony Ericsson Jalou}

incapaz

vou sendo incapaz. de tudo. tão pouco... quase nada

Quote

“Power is earned; rarely given. It requires careful construction, cultivation and reservation. The use of power requires great responsibility, thoughtful consideration and must be exercised in the most subtle of circumstances.Power is not fear, wealth, or politics; it is respect, love and loyalty.”
- Mike Wiluan

Fool Again

Was estatic when a book caught my eye today and realised that the author was an old friend whom I had not kept in touch with for a long time...

I hesitated and pondered... and hesitated again, wonderin whether I should drop him an email, hoping to rekindle that lost spark.

And just after I clicked the 'send' button, while smiling to myself for composing a beautifully short and sweet email, it was then I read his introduction page and learnt that the man had gotten married in that span of 5 years we had lost touch.

I could feel that sudden rush of blood and felt a little giddy... and consoled myself thinking, ' Nevermind, it doesnt hurt to flirt a lil, right?' *sobs*

But deep inside right now... all I can hear myself say is...'Stupid.. stupid.. stupid!!! Shouldn't have written that email.'

Las vísperas

En estos días en los que entre una cosa u otra no me da lugar a escribir mucho, me permito la licencia de copiarle este video al Txomin.

La alocución que mejor define las fechas que vivimos, especialmente las de esta Semana Santa.

Hágase la Semana Santa de Sevilla...

Un Saludo

Os Homens que Matam Cabras só com o Olhar

sinceramente gostei. mais ninguém no meu grupo de familiares gostou. eu gostei. é estúpido sim senhor. não tem sentido, isso também é uma grande verdade. e não faz falta algo sem sentido? sinceramente fez-me lembrar Beatles, principalmente o John e a "I am the Walrus". e discordo da afirmação "é que não se pode tirar nada deste filme". para além da óbvia crítica à guerra no Iraque, também é, pelo menos para mim, um hino à liberdade criativa e à paz. talvez seja o único a gostar do filme, mas gostei. não é um filme por aí além, mas entra claramente na divisão dos "filmes a sério", como não há assim tantas comédias. também não conheço muitas...

PS:.nota especial para a tradução, que eu considero, sinceramente, sublime.

Mahalo: have some boobs

Going on a week hiatus to the Big Island to work out financial details for becoming an equity partner in real estate litigation (which, as I've neglected to tell you, is my specialty...bad houses; title problems; commercial dealings gone awry, and the like).

This is really the only thing I want, nay need, at this point. So, I'll be pretty focused. But, I will rejoin you next Friday morning, where I will undoubtedly be jetlagged as all hell.

Be good kids, and, for your reward, have some Cosplay sexy :)

Dear Santa, I've been very good this year. This is ALL I want in my stocking: A pretty, dorky girl with great breasts...

Most unfortunate name ever...

Oh, my.

Wednesday has got it's nose to the grindstone...

In that spirit, let's have a little grindcore. Dying Fetus's "Homicidal Retribution". FYI: If you like this, check out the incomparably brutal release "Destroy the Opposition". Of course the lyrics are silly and cheesy, and the politics are atrocious; but, it is still pretty brutal stuff. (See below for these wordsmiths).

Now, back to the grind.

Lyrics go now:

Lost my faith in justice
Time does not heal this pain
Defiled my existence
Recurring nightmare
There's no consolation
The awful memories
Constant mind coercion
Instinctive vengeance
I have nothing left to loose now
Only time, regret and anger
Pain to last a hundred lifetimes
Hatred burning, love extinct
Compound insult of bullshit humanism
Misplaced rights, inflame my rage
Vacant cause, offender the victim
Fuck that worthless piece of shit
As long as you live on this earth
Rage unsatisfied
Memories dishonored
Retribution!!!
Giving hardened criminals
Preferential treatment
Settlement, live in prison
Better than you deserve
Jury of your peers, unable to do the job
Obliged by procedure, evidence examination
Now I'm coming for you, there will be no mistrial
Citizen retaliation, the mode of your demise
Moral speculation, some other poor bastard's life
The system has fucked up, left this hollow void
There will be no comfort, this sickness is terminal
Semblance of justice, infuriating lies
Lies arquitted, guilt answered, you will not escape
Cold, my revenge and my blood
Hate, nothing can stop it now
Death, the only end I accept
Hell, punishment I require
Curse, execrate, I must kill
Pain, I inflict merciless
Scream, piercing cries, agony
You should have pled guilty or killed yourself
Unshakable conviction, is all I have to live for
Excruciating terror, the violations you delight in
Useless human excrement, you deserve a life of shit
Make you suffer ruthlessness, I cannot relinquish the honor
Soul I condemn, fucking dead
Nothing will ever be made right again
The path of damnation I hasten you on my way
Every day you lived from then is one more day you owe me
If killing you destroys myself, I wouldn't have it any other way
Fine line between honor and horror, my every action justified
Innocence destroyed, needs anguish to cleanse impurity
Temporary insanity, obeys a singular purpose
Your death row is here and now, the only righteous ending
Die and die again, as I cut and mutilate
You are fucking worthless, I don't give a fuck about you
Blood your insides spayed, placates my hostility
End my days a killer, stripped of everything that mattered

Valentines' Day - The Verdict

As much as I'm anti Valentines' Day, I gotta say the movie is a winner.

'I Hate Valentines' Day' wasnt too bad. I've always loved John Corbett ever since 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding' and his Sex & The City debut as Aidan Shaw (adored him for it!). I just HAD to see this movie.

But I thought Nia Vardalos was a tad too grinny in this movie... almost like she's smiling to keep from crying. The storyline was decent and I can relate to most parts of it. Her fears, all the dating rules and being in total control of the situation so that she wouldn't get hurt.

By the end of it, I gotta admit I was a lil disappointed and thought 'whats so I-HATE-VALENTINES-DAY is this movie'? I was expecting some girl-power mantras, girlfriend support group moments... something about strength, patience and love of other things but men... but nah, it ended up to be another soppy movie.

Valentines Day, on the other hand, fits the usual standards of a romantic comedy, not to mention the glitzy cast. I was most touched by Julia Roberts' story and most squemish-ed by the gay couple. But thats just me. Nothing against homos. Peace.