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Bon soir ma blog...

Last you heard from me was when I was panicking in fear of being sniffed out and since then I have kept a very low profile. Kept myself very busy living the life of the honestly employed - but nothing beats the thrill of being paid for sex.

I have since invented a new escort identity for myself but I dunno if its the lull period or is it just me, cos the response is worryingly slow. I tried to recall what were the strategies/ meta tags/ keywords/ SEO methods that I had used before and applied the same but still am not getting the desired results.

It is both a good and bad thing. Good cos I'm too busy, too tired with work to take on any meetings in the evenings anyway. And bad, cos I can't figure out what I'm doing wrong with my website and SEO methods. Is it the pictures? Rates? How I penned my introduction? What? Why arent I getting responses? Before this, I was at The Regis at least once a fortnight!!!

These days, I'm just legally employed in the day, VIP-courtesan by night to my 2 most loyal clients - Pierre and G. (Not both at once though)

The other day I went to watch a movie (127 Hours) and then dinner with G, at my neighbourhood mall. Pretty risky I know. I could have just bumped into one of my aunts and grandma cos we all stay in the same area. 127 Hours was interesting, but what was happening in my pants was way hotter than the Blue John Canyon. G just couldnt get his hands off me and since I've never ever made out in the cinema before, I let G have his way. Kinda kinky getting your clit flicked in the theatre!

And Pierre... my Pierre... just cant get enough of me. Looking at how slow my escort business has been, I'm beginning to wonder what these men see in me, that has got them hooked and twisted around my finger.

I owe alot to Pierre though. First he'd sponsor my photoshoot. And now he had helped me finance a 5-week study course that I had signed up to upgrade myself and because of the sudden death of my escort career, I couldnt pay for the balance of the fees. I can also discuss different matters with him, and I value his opinions as he is always very frank with me.

I remember one afternoon while we were rolling in bed and he asked me how my job hunt was going, and I said that I was waiting for openings in certain organisations. Instead he said that I should be sending out at least 2 CVs a day.

'Just send', he said, and go for as many interviews. Treat it as practice for your interview skills, so that when you finally get that interview with the company you like, you'll be more confident and ready.

Pierre is my biggest supporter for now. Always giving me words of encouragement, and my pillar of strength. I just have to remind myself not to be too much indebt with him else I might have to be his slave for life or something.

Was supposed to follow him on his business trip next week but since I'm working now, my schedule kinda made it impossible. And what was I gonna tell my parents?

"Uh, mom, can I please follow my sugardaddy to Shanghai. It's just for 4 days. Please, please, please..??? I'll be flying business class...!"

Heh.

So that's basically it. Only 2 men to occupy myself with for now. Other than the once in a blue-moon 'horny-pangs' and one-off sex with Mr. Right-Nows... this 'real' work/ job thang makes me weary to the bones *sigh*

x.

Hey Big Spender!

What a way to kick off 2011! My first booking for the year was with a 36 year old American lawyer, let's call him Tony (as is Tony in Drop Dead Diva, Jane's boyfriend).

(Can't actually blog in full today cos I've gotta prepare for my booking this afternoon. Let's make this a quickie)...

The experience was... Wow!!!

For the first time, it felt like a real date and we really looked like a couple (cos we're both big and chubby, kinda felt like Tony and Jane, hahah)

Tony made reservations for dinner at CUT, a steakhouse at Marina Bay Sands... OMG, have you seen that place? I would never have imagined I would ever, EVER step into a place like that in my entire lifetime. It is my first snazzy restaurant, where I ordered my first snazzy cocktail, which infact I had no idea what I ordered, simply picked the first thing on the menu. Plus, I kinda liked the name - The Duke of Earl.

To me surprise, it was delicious. I have always imagined cocktail to taste, maybe, very alcoholic, and as I was ready to hold my breath and swallow my poison, the drink froliked on my tongue and glided down my throat like sweet serenade. Nice. Great first expereince with cocktail (unlike wine). Thumbs up! Can try again. Ouh ouh!!

Tony and I warmed up very well, as expected. At the dinner table, I was at a total lost of what to order. So I told Tony the truth, that I know naughts about whats on the menu and after getting some recommendations from the waiter (I dunno if thats what you call 'em, they're not like the usual guys who waits on tables, they talk alot more), I ordered the Filet Mignon.

Looked something like this... but nicer

One of the reasons also why I was afraid to order cos I was totally blown away by the price tagged on these dishes. My Filet Mignon alone was $120!!! That is like my meal allowance for a whole month, equivalent to 24 plates of premium-price Nasi Lemak!!!

But it was the most heavenly thing my tongue has ever tasted. *drooooolll* The taste still lingers on my mind...

{ Sneaked to snap a pic of the table setting when Tony went to the Gents }

Donuts and gelato sent from the heavens above.... Divine!!!

To cut the story short, when we got back to his hotel, Tony wasn't looking for full-on penetration kind of sex... just close enough to tease, he said. Okayyyyy....

Now the best thing about sex with a big guy is that I don't have to worry about crushing his bones. At the rate of how I was humping on top of him, the regular guy would have broken joints in 12 different places. But with Tony, it was like I was on the floating castle. So funn!!!!

After much foreplay and by the time I hopped on top of him, Tony was already rock hard and stiff like a standing ovation. I, of course was juicing wet from the excitement. So I rubbed my body against his, back and forth, and positioned my pelvic region, exactly where the tip of his schlong is pressed along from the tip of my clit to my wet pussy, but not penetrating. Now imagine that, and then imagine gliding back and forth like that slowly at first, then faster and faster.

That was the first time I've ever tried doing that and I never thought it could feel so good!!! It was suchhhhhhhh a tease that I got even wetter and he could feel my wetness, which drove him wildly crazy. I loved the expresion on his face I got so much satisfaction from the pleasure of my man.

Having sex in the dark, with the window curtains fully drawned, revealing Singapore's scenic night setting with the Singapore flyer and MBS towers lending its light, glowing off the silhoutte of my body to let Tony find his way around.

It was a beautiful, super-sexy-hot evening and I'm guessing, I'll be Tony's first stop when he comes back again to our sunny shores.

xoxo.

p.s: Hmmm... so where next? Ku De Ta?... bring it on babyyyyyy

Body like Tara Lynn

She is my ultimate favourite model and I finally found her com-card! Looking at her stats, I was estatic to discover that we share almost the same figure, but of course she has such a gorgeous face - she looks like she's sent straight from heaven! Apart from her being 5"9 (I'm 5"5), and her shoe-size's a 9.5 (I'm size 8), I'm distinctively asian while she's caucasian. Not that I'm thinking I could ever be a plus-size model (though the thought has ever crossed my silly mind) but I'm just basking in the warm feeling of being the same mould as someone so gorgeous.

Speaking of 'basking', my day was almost complete when G called me this morning and I got to hear his voice for a while. Ahhh.... How nice. I think I'm going through another phase of 'false-sense-of-romance'.

Last night, as I was lying in bed, I felt a wild yearning to be in G's arms, snuggling tight and thinking of how good it would be to wake up next to him. I don't usually think of my clients this way - actually never.

And its the festive season again, which means lesser bookings = dry period. :P

I'm going over to G's place tomorrow, to pass him the pressies I got for his kids (and for him too, of course). Actually its just an excuse to see him. And I don't want him to pay. Just want to meet him like other everyday strangers.

xoxo.

F.I.L.F - Chivalry is Not Dead

On a regular day, I would actually be bitter seeing these two teenagers 'loving-doving' infront of me. But today is an especially lovely day for me.

As you can see, I am blogging in the comforts of the plush seats at Old Town White Coffee @Far East Plaza right now, while having *duhh* - coffee. My tummy's cramping pretty bad; having my first day of period, but I'm all grinssss.

A lottttttttt of things have happened and it will take at least 10 posts before I get it all down on blog. But let's start with TODAY.

I met up with, let's call him 'G', at Starbucks at 10.30am this morning for breakfast. G asked me out to go shopping... for lingerie. To begin with... how awesome is THAT??!!!!!!!! Lingerie shopping is the ultimate best (second being bags and shoes, third - dresses). So after that I brought him to the place where I usually buy my naughty intimate wear.

RONDAVOUS - THE hang out place for all naughty lingerie. At first I asked him to choose for me, but being him, he said, "No, you choose. It's for you". Awww, how sweet right?

So I picked out a few to try them on, and with each different piece, I called him into the changing room to see. NOW, I would surely know why men should NEVER be allowed into the changing rooms. For a while there I went 'ouh, ouh', when I saw his gleaming eyes light up. He inched closer and we started kissing... slowly nibbling my lips and then held me tighter, flicking my nipples. He got soooo turned on by the 'barely there' lingerie that we almost end up making out in the changing room.

That happened 3 more times with the other pieces I tried on, but in term of intensity, the first piece definitely bagged the trophy. I didn't look at the price tags cos I didnt want to be choosing based on price/ most expensive so I merely picked based on preference, which eventually did turn out to be the most expensive :P How I know?... hmmm...

After shopping, we went back to his place, where I'm having the best sex ever for the second time in the week with G. I told you I was addictive.

My first date with G was last Friday. The entire process was the easiest and fastest I've ever done. More convenient than online shopping - he dropped me an email with all the info I need, *POOF* I show up at his door the next morning and he claims to not being able to stop thinking about me ever since.

And G is farrrrrrrrrr from ogre-ly. Just now when I went back to the same shop (2nd time today) to get YET another pair of stockings, the Pinoy shop assistant who already knows me by name, was saying... "Wah ma'am, your husband is so handsome!"

Husband??? I WISHHH!!!!!

Not wanting to look like a skank, I told her that he was my fiance' (at least it sounds better than 'boyfriend'). Then I asked her how much the earlier purchase added up to and I was flabbergasted by the amount.

$400?????!!!!!

It might not mean alot to some people but if I had known that 'barely there' flimsy piece was THAT expensive, I definitely would have chosen something else. I could have gotten 3 uber-gorgeous lacey corsets instead to last me till X'mas 2020!

Anw, back to the part where we were making love on his bed.... Ahhh... if the Cinderella story is 'If the Shoe Fits', mine would be, 'If the Dick Fits' cos he fills me up to the purrrrfect D, and you'd know how goooood it feels if the 'fit' is right.

The sex was also mind-blowing cos there is always alot of laughter inbetween, and he'd open up alot and share things about his life, which I totally appreciate and infact feel even more comfortable cos I know that he has nothing to hide.

Only at the second meeting today did I learn that G is a single parent and he has two adorable daughters that he adores dearly. I didn't actually want to ask about his personal life, cos those kind of questions are strictly out of bounds. But he was the one who opened up and told me and hey, he reminded me of the term m.i.l.f which on him would be 'Fathers.I.Love.to.Fuck' (F.I.L.F).

Of all times in the world, I got my period while he was fingering me cos I caught a glimpse of his bloody fingers and broke into a panic. I sulked when I thought my fun-time was over, but he said he wasn't squemish and that he didn't mind, so.... woohooo, the fun and play continues! ( I know, I would think its kinda gross too but hey, if my baby doesn't mind, then nothings stopping us)

In the beginning, I thought today's 'session' was to return the favour of him buying me lingerie, which I didn't mind cos he is just so adorable. So again, I was surprised when he handed me the stash for the time we spent together, on top of all the lingerie shopping.

Recap of my day:
Breakfast at SB with G - Lingerie shopping (Far East Plaza) - G's Apartment - Home - Far East Plaza (Old Town White Coffee).

Back at home, as I was getting ready to head out again, I thought alot about G. Actually I have been since our first meeting. I don't think I'm being naive but I am able to sniff out 'sincerity' from miles away.

I find myself feeling rather intensely for G. I respect him for his kindness, his commitment to be the best father for his daughters, and for simply needing some tender loving care from a woman. And that's when the downpour started.

I warned myself - "Don't cry... don't cry!!!" and boommm, the floodgates just gushed.

I especially hate it when it gets emotional like this. 'Fuck-and-go's are so much easier, with no emotional baggage lingering after. But since what I usually offer is an experience, I tend to get carried away (like now) when the connection is as fantastic as this.

This is why it leaves me sad - imagine all the things your heart has ever ever yearned and wanted, all wrapped in a nice bundle and it is now staring right in front of you. Fate dangles it right before your eyes and then you hear a voice saying - "You see all that? It can NEVER be yours." And a mirror appears before you and you see yourself in that gorgeous revealing dress, with your fishnet stockings and 5-inch heels. Red lipstick and sexy bed-hair - I'm a whore.

G is one instance, where if this ever gets too deep, beyond escort-client relationship, if he asks me to quit this life and be only his, I will drop everything in a single heartbeat. Everything.

(Oh gosh, what am I saying? I've only met him TWICE!)

I became an escort, not to look for love, but to market 'love', then laugh at it.

When I first started, I was one heartbreak away from bitter and my heart was numb-cold. Strange how it has thawed tremendously. Even after going stray, I thank God every day for blessing me with safety (oh here comes the waterworks again!) and for softening my heart again, and letting me meet all these kind people (could it be that they are angels in disguise?) who has convinced me that chivalry is not dead. I promised God that I will return to His ways again, just give me some time to get my brains sorted out. God is always close to my heart and in that sense I know He hasn't given up on me too. I just pray that I will be able to return safely to His arms, even after straying far, before it is too late... before anyone gets hurt. Amen.

I think after this I shall go look for X'mas gifts for G and his daughters....

xoxo.

To cease becoming competitive means to be comfortable in your own niche

- food for thought from a tranny named 'Salma'.

3.32am

A strange feeling swept over me and I suddenly thought of this song that I used to love back when I was in poly. Automatic, by Utada Hikaru. Now when was the last time you heard that song! 10 years ago?

Maybe cos I was browsing the STGCC site and trying to figure out how to purchase the tix.

STGCC - Singapore Toy, Games & Comic Convention. I'm really looking forward to meet Simone Legno ... can't wait!!!!!!! And I better hold on tight to my hard-earned dollars cos the temptations might be fatal. I might just end up spending my entire year's savings on him :P

Remember that guy I told you I was going to meet yesterday, hey turns out that he's a long-time fan. He said he's been following my developments and I remembered him emailing me back in June. He was telling me about how he loved my pictures and which was his favourites and how he was so nervous about finally meeting me in the flesh.

I simply blushed beyond words and was actually even more surprised that he is rather good looking. From his physical descriptions, I was preparing myself to meet an older looking guy, probably half-bald, short, tired and weary, but hey - escorting is definitely like a box of chocolates... ( I'll let you finish the sentence).

Funny thing was, almost towards the end when we were kissing, he told me that his mind was wandering... he suddenly got reminded of his wife, who was away on business, which I thought was really sweet. I honestly feel that spouses really shouldn't feel threatened by 'us' cos we might end up strengthening your marriage. After this, he's only gonna love you more (guilty conscience) and appreciate you better. So much so that he'll send you away on more holidays, so that he can work harder on strengthening your marriage (with me). *LoL*

Just kidding!... of course I'm just sprouting nonsense. I'm really not interested in forming conclusions about your marriage. Do whatever you want with it. Don't give me too much credit for what's going to happen.

One more thing I realised was - I am NOT attracted to handsome/ good-looking guys!!!

What the hell is wrong with me?

I mean, they might be eye-candy but I tend to gravitate towards the ones with personality. Chemistry is key! Come to think about it, most of my ex-boyfriends are rather 'ogre-inspired'. Hmmm...

xoxo

G.R.I.N.D. (Get Ready It's a New Day)

I've been on my grind
I can only grind for so long

I am not too excited about rap and hip hop but lately a few songs have made their way into my mp3 list on repeat-mode. Perhaps its the catchy tunes and for this particular song, I pretty much like the lyrics. But songs aside, I have pretty much cooled down since that upsetting episode last Tuesday.

You see, I'm not like a tyrant, gangster or have any associations with the mafia (though sometimes I wish I do). All I want is to 'share the love' and not to create or bring trouble to anyone. I'm pretty harmless. Unless you step on my toes.

The very next morning, Marcus dropped me an email, teasing me as usual. And I thought to myself - See, I can't let that fugly douchebag belittle me and put me down. I won't dirty my hands by touching him. I'll just let the prossies at Desker Road spit on his face. *ok breathe... breathe...cool down*

Last night I had a wonderful encounter with a Scottish engineer who was travelling on business, putting up at a 5-star. My first Scottish dude. Let's call him, errrm.... Scott.

Scott's booking came in at very short notice. I received his email while having dinner and a few emails later, we sealed the deal and I met him in his room at 9pm, on the dot. This must be the first time that I am punctual.

He was such a gentleman. Older guys usually are. But Scott wasn't like wrinkly or anything. I'ld say - mature. We spent a good 15 minutes talking, getting to know each other and I can't help but grin when listening to him talk. All this while, I thought people have just been exaggerating the Scottish accent. But in fact, that is exactly how they speak. Luckily I could still make out what he was saying in that accent which I found rather endearing.

And sex would naturally feel better when two people feel connected mentally. This guy really knew how to pump me hard! Perhaps Scottish dudes are naturally good lovers? I know the Dutch are.

Scott even gave me some extra on top of my usual rates for my cab fare home (see, that is what real gentleman do!) and being thrifty ol'me, I still took the train home. (No, actually cos I just bought yet another pair of shoes and some lingerie, and would feel bad taking the cab. Heh.)

And this morning, I was greeted with an email from Scott.

All I can say is, if you love your job and good at it, it shows effortlessly.

When I was on my way to meet Scott, I realised one thing. I realised how when I first started, I needed time to mentally prepare myself, play the scenario in my head, before I can go meet a client while still feeling a bit nervous. But these days, I find myself much more relaxed. When a booking comes in, I screen them and if they seem alright, I'ld doll up and when I enter the room, my body just goes into auto-pilot. It's like whatever emotional-baggage is left at the door, and a totally different person goes through that door - sexy, self-confident, submissive but in-control.

Perhaps that is why I still love doing this and somehow never once found it exhausting (except for the occassional down-sides). I guess its almost natural for a Gemini who's known for their dual personality. Actually I find it even more exhausting if I have to be only ONE person. I once thought I had an identity crisis and tried to curb it but always felt like there was another side of me that was screaming to be unleashed.

Perhaps I've finally found myself. Both of them.

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Yea yea yo yo this one's for the people
All the B's that'll bleed and they sleep and they eat
Shit believe the thought we're all equal
Ain't a man on God's green be underneath any other

I don't wanna play preacher
But but I swear they turn their ear when we talk about peace and love
Sometimes might need a hug yea we all wanna come on up above
But this ain't about Jesus, no way, no Abe, no Ike, Moses or Mohammed

Yea it's all about believing, full steam ahead
Because I know the worst times are behind me
I don't wanna sound cheesy but but but I just a really mean it eh eh yea
I'm tellin' I can feel it eh eh it's the reason I was sleep

I be way too geek tonight
This one's for all of y'all
I'm the same as all of y'all, I'm on my shit
I work real hard and all for every little bit that I get

But this is all I need, so sing this song with me
It goes like
So it sounds like this e'rybody start clapping your hands
It's like, it's like

Chorus:
IIIII, I've been on my grind
I can only grind for so long
(go [6X] )
IIIII, I've been on my grind
I can only grind for so long
Bout time to change a few things

We enslaved to the bank and we only wanna buy new shoes
The way that we think
We can do anything that we really wanna put our minds too

The American dream, the dream is a pyramid scheme, scheme
And it feels outta reach when it's hard and times are tough
But change starts with us yep, yep
We all want freedom yea to be who we be

I don't wanna be afraid when I speak to say what I'm feeling
Yea together we're strong but divided never been so weak
It's time we get even, yea yea, and really what I mean is, is, is
This change I can feel it, yea yea, Mr. President I think it's all gonna be O.K.

This one's for all of y'all
I'm the same as all of y'all, I'm on my shit
I work real hard and all for every little bit that I get
But this is all I need, so sing this song with me

It goes like
So it sounds like this e'rybody start clapping your hands
It's like, it's like

(Chorus)

So it's not about fame, and fortune
It's about believing and believing in yourself
And understanding that this life is life
It's liberty and the pursuit of happiness
And happiness isn't about getting what you want all the time
It's about loving what you have
So get ready it's a new day

(Chorus)

:: Asher Roth ::

Eduardo, Eduardo, Eduardo

12.30am

Just got back about half an hour ago. Forcing my eyes to sleep cos I've gotta wake up early for work tomorrow but they just wont shut. My head feels like exploding cos there's so many things I wanna blog about but have been too busy. I'm addicted to my blog. Shit.

Ok first things first... Went to watch 'Social Network' just now and throughout the entire movie, I think I forgot to blink and all that came out from my mouth abt every 10 mins was - fuck. It was soooo mind blowing and I forgot how I am so turned on by smart, intelligent men (and boys). Men with vision. Men with ideas. Men who are passionate about their work. Gosh, it's veryyy sexy. Just makes me wanna grab 'em by the tie and fuck 'em on their big messy desk. *erks, but that's gonna fall under a different movie rating*

Then when I got home, yesterday's Sunday Times screamed out to me andddd.... that's another reason why I can't sleep now. I saw the article yesterday, but was too busy to go read it (you'll know the reason soon).

Eduardo Saverin is living in Singapore!!!

Of ALL countries in the world, Eduardo Saverin picked The Humble Little Red Dot. Omg, I'm living on the same island as Eduardo Saverin. We're breathing the same hazy air! *Groupie alertttt*. Just thinking about it makes my heart beat triple-fast... and dizzy... and almost breathless. I think if I ever meet him face-to-face, I will cry. Not cos he's cute, I've seen cuter. But cos he's smartttttttt and it's such a turn on (ok, stop hyper-ventilating already). Did someone say Butter Factory? *grin grin grin*

Remember the French guy I fucked for my birthday, Jacques? See, I really think that sex with someone with an opinion, and who knows his shit, is way more enjoyable. It's the whole mental-arousal thing that makes me cum in excitement, throws me into a fit of brain-orgasms and leaves the deepest impression.

If I ever had to choose between a smart guy with ambition who is not rich but trying his best till his big break vs. the guy who is a rich brat with loads of money but has the intelligence of a spitoon, I'll definitely go for the smart guy. Cos, money - everyone has money. Money will run out. But if you're smart, you're priceless. The amount of ideas that you can come up with, and it only takes ONE fantabulous idea, which will be your legacy and outlive you. If you only have money, what's the use if you dunno what to do with it. Spend on prostitutes? *oops* Spend it on me, and I'll make sure it'll be a worthwhile investment ;)

Anw, I've just cut that Sunday Times article and pasted it on my door. *swooooon*

Gonna pen my next post now (I'm so gonna regret this in the morning) but will schedule each to be posted over the next few days. Watch this space if you wanna find out whatever happened to Mr. Schuester *looks down, shakes head*. Till then, I'll leave you with the warm smile of Eduardo... wait, come to think about it, he kinda look like that guy I fucked 2 weeks ago. Hmmm...

p/s: Btw, Eduardo Saverin is the co-founder of Facebook.

Mr Schuester

How did I manage to turn a boring, wet, Saturday afternoon into a laugh out loud, stomach cramps fulla naughty giggles, I do not know but its probably all thanks to the latest booking that just landed in my inbox.

Before that, let me 'fess up to a 'real girl' date of mine that went wrong. It was last July, around the same time I knew Meatloaf. Lets call him Mr. Schuester (as in Glee) - cute English boy, early 30s, been in Spore for about 2 years. Everything seems perfect except that (1) I could tell that he only wanted me for one thing and one thing only (how I know was cos he nvr contacted me after that night, and only many wks after txted me a 'Hi, wanna fuck?'. Jerk.) (2) His crib was trash. I couldnt picture myself climbing those flight of stairs in these heels EVER again. So I chose Meatloaf over Mr Schuester cos Meatloaf stays in a snazzy condo. I know. I'm just shallow like that.

I never thought I would see that name again... until today. Still cant stop grinning to myself thinking - you could have had me for free but you took me for granted. Thought you could use me one night then dispose me. I texted you but you didnt reply. Hah! Didnt think in the end you'd resort to pay for sex. Shame. *lol*

I didnt think he recognised me in the pics advertising my 'services'. Hopefully he doesnt remember me too. I'll put on my hair extensions and talk in a weird slang or something *giggles*

Tsk... tsk... tsk... Mr Schuester - we meet again...

xoxo

3 a.m :: Part 2 - Still thinking about Schuester...

Now I think I remember why was it that I didnt blog about my date with Schuester. I think it was cos a part of me felt a little sorry for him, even though he turned out to be quite the jerk.

We usually assume that expats living in Singapore have it easy and are pretty well off. When I met Schuester for the first time, he shared quite a bit about his experiences in Singapore and how it wasn't all smooth sailing. He got kicked out of his first two apartments... don't remember exactly what it was about but I remember the second one was because the building had to be taken down, and he had to scramble for a new place with very little notice.

I also remember him telling me about how he broke up with his ex-girlfriend, a Sporean Chinese gal, who sorta when crazy on him and started to get all posessive and mental. He shared about how it was when he was with her and her friends, how they act all quiet when he's around and I remember telling him that they're probably intimidated that he's ang-moh and they didn't want to make a fool of themselves. Its an asian thing.

And looking at his current place, I almost felt sorry for the guy. In all my life living and raised in my own birth country, I have never entered a shabbier flat. I guess its alright for a single guy but you can't bring a girl home to a flat like that! But instead, the words that escaped my lips were 'Oh, this is cozy...'. And I'm not even being snobbish here. I live in a regular pigeon-hole of an HDB flat.

I have always associated expats with condo. Expat = Condo. I have had manyyyyyyyyy opportunities to visit different condos (to date, Meatloaf's and Pattzy's are the snazziest) so I was caught off guard when Schuester brought me to his flat. He told me that it wasn't an easy life when he was growing up. Family was complicated with step-siblings and he was never really close to any of 'em.

Getting to know Schuester was an eye-openening experience... that NOT all ang-mohs are well-off and they don't always have it easy.

But he's still a jerk for not replying my sms-es, so I'm still gonna make him pay. (For the amount that he's gonna pay me, wouldn't it be better if he used the money to get a better looking place? Sorry. Still hung up about his flat. Occupational hazard)

Love is all around

It's written on the wind
It's everywhere I go
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show...

It always feels good to know that someone cares or misses you. And it feels even better when you least expect it. I went to sleep with a warm, fuzzy feeling after receiving an email from a generous someone, and then later woke up to find another email from...

A familiar name sat perched in my inbox. My heart jumped at the sight of his name.

Popeye MISSES me? Really????? *waterworks* I'm deeply touched.

I wonder which sea breeze finally blew his way and whispered my love, which suddenly made him decide to email me. In his next reply, he said he is now in Egypt. So far yet so near...

Can you feel me

When I think about you

With every breath I take

Every minute

No matter what I do

My world is an empty place

Like I've been wonderin the desert

For a thousand days

Don't know if it's a mirage

But I always see your face, baby

I'm missing you so much

Can't help it, I'm in love

A day without you is like a year without rain...

:: Selena Gomez :: A Day Without Rain ::

It was a start to a really good week... :)

Previously with Popeye : I Wish I May, I Wish I Might

Stairway to Heaven?

Received a last minute call from Pattzy which I was more than happy to entertain. Luckily I was in the midst of getting ready to go out. No idea where I wanted to go but I just had to get out of the house cos the atmosphere was just depressing. That was when my secret phone beeped and it was a text message from Pattzy. *Yippeee* Purrrfect timing!!! I promised him to be there by 9pm.

But this time round, the fun was more of the mad dash to primp myself up before meeting Pattz.

7.45pm Left my flat. Dialled the STRIP hotline to book an appointment for a Brazillian wax. Luckily they had a slot available at one the joints along Orchard at 8pm. Five minutes later I got a cab and he raced to my destination. As much as I was in a hurry, I also wanted to arrive in one piece. It was the first time that I had a taxi driver driving at 120km/h on Singapore street. Serious. It was almost terrifying when he slided inbetween cars and motorcycles on a congested Friday night traffic.

8.05pm Thanks to the F1 taxi driver, I reached my destination in a record time of 15min! After a frantic search for the new STRIP outlet at this relatively new mall, I was 15mins late for my waxing appt, and was unfortunate enough to get an overly friendly therapist as we chatted about mooncakes as she pruned my bush. I kept glancing at my watch yet she didnt seem to take the hint. Reason I was such in a hurry was cos I still had to get my hair done and to grab a new top from Dorothy (Perkins). Which means I'll have to sprint along the Orchard strip for the different pit stops.

8.45pm Waxing. Checked. Now which salon in this area would still be open? Most of the shops in the mall were already closed when I saw a salon that was just about to wrap up. I approached them and semi-begged them for a quick wash & blow. It was a rather posh/ high-end salon but I'ld rather pay a bit more than meet a client with oily, flat hair. So as I sat in the uber posh salon with really nice dim lighting and classy ambience and mirrors all around, the stylist helped me put on a gold colour silk robe to protect my clothes.

A robe? Phoah. That's a first. I think the robe was more expensive that the top I had on which I got at the MNG sale. Fuck. I wonder how much the bill is gonna be. But after about half and hour, the result of the wash & blow was only so-so, cos I've gotten better results (tip: 'The Scene' at L3 Wisma Atria does a mean, fantastic wash & blow) for the same price. Luckily it didn't cost me more than 50 bucks.

9.30pm As I ran along Orchard Rd, I text Pattz saying I'll be there by 10 :P When I got to the Dorothy store (thank goodness its still open), I grabbed the top that I've set my mind on and was out of the store in less than 5 minutes. Ran to the 'ladies' to change and 'morph'... touched up my make up and worked on the smoky-eye effect while in one hand I dialled for a cab. As expected, when I got to the taxi stand, the queue snaked about a few metres long but my cab was prettily waiting for me. *Sweeeettt* I hate to queue.

10pm Voila! In time for my late appt. The stairway to his apartment welcomed me once again and I walked pass the pool and whispered... I'm back ;)

Stairway to Heaven

p/s: When I grow up, I wanna stay in a place like this. Wait...... I am grown up :P Maybe when I'm olderrrr. *Never say never*

... Ouh, and what happened with Pattz?.. The usual. Heavennnn....

Previously with Pattz: My 'British Open'

Crowned Glory

I've been contemplating about what to do with my hair... feels like it needs a little makeover.
Cut it shorter? Nooooo.
Colour it? But I like it black. (All the Miss Universes' hair are black.)

Then an article in this month's CLEO magazine sorta gave me an idea and I started doing some research on the best places in Singapore to get... you guessed it - Hair Extensions!

Actually at first I still wasnt too sure cos I'm afraid it would look too fake and some reportedly said that it would be painful (when they braid the extensions to your hair) and it would be tough to maintain. Plus, to do the entire head would cost quite a bit. After snooping around some online forums, I found out a little more about where to go and where NOT to go. For example - a few girls recommended a salon in Clementi called 'Gracious Image' or something like that but when I called the salon, there was no answer so maybe they've already closed down. Another forum member warned against this particular hair extension shop in Far East Plaza, saying that they are dishonest and would make you spend more than what was promised.

But the deal clincher was when later that night as I was surfing for porn and stumbled upon this video on Tube8 that made me scream - "I want my hair like that!!!!" (see below)

She looked soooooooo fucking hot (this, coming from a straight (maybe bi-curious) girl!) and her hair, man!!! I was sold. I had to get long hair like THAT.

So the very next day, I headed to Far East Plaza to hunt for the best deal to get me-self hair extensions. I was very careful not to walk pass the shops which I have been warned against, but after surveying a few other shops, they didnt seem to have the braid-extensions in my hair-type, and only had those clip-on types which I had decided against cos I thought it would be troublesome to put on myself.

After going around the entire mall, I was back at level 2 and that's where I walked into this shop that looked pretty decent, with a shop assistant that could communicate in decent English and had quite a good range of hair-extension types. I asked for braid-in hair-ex in my hair type and again, they don't have it. She recommended that I try the clip-ons and offered to try it on me and see how I liked it. She didnt seem too pushy so I agreed to let her fix it in my hair. When she was done and I looked at myself in the mirror, I fell in love with myself *LOL*.

I tried hard not to look too pleased and negotiated the price. For a set of 2 hair extension pieces (1 long, 1 short) was $150. My budget was $200. SOLD!

The quality of the hair felt almost natural and it blended in seamlessly with my natural hair. I told the shop assistant I wanted to put it on right away and she helped me to fix it on nicely and even used the curling thong to set the curls to perfection. I asked her if I could come back next time and get her to put it on for me again plus the curling and she said it would cost about $15. Not too bad at all! Anyway, here's how it looks (see below. Pardon the mosaic. I'm camera-shy)

I totally love the makeover! Am not the sort who sits and wait around for my shoulder-length hair to grow out so this definitely works for me. Also, I'm glad I got the clip-ons cos I only plan to wear my hair on 'jobs' so the transformation really helps me morph into 'character'.

So far I've only worn this look once, which was last Thursday. I attempted to put it on myself and it wasn't too hard. I was only afraid if it falls off in the midst of sex or if he's a hair-tugger. Erkks, that would be awkward.

So I met up with this English guy (my fave) last Thursday evening. As I was strutting in my heels and my new crowned glory down the street to the hotel, I was approached by a girl who was doing some heart foundation charity thingy (I've been cornered by them numerous times). As I was running late, I simply smiled and nodded to say that I can't stop for her to say her lines and marched on. Then behind me I heard the girl say, which totally made my day, and I swear I am not making this up. She said," Eh, her hair very nice..."

Wooohoooo!!!! My ego sky-rocketed into fireworks at that moment, as I continued to sashay down the street. In the hotel room, the usual course of action takes place - its not rocket science. As we snogged and escalated into the heat of the action, he suddenly held the back of my head, grabbed my hair and pulled me closer. I was so scared my extensions would come off and if he'd realise that I had 'clips' in my hair. It kinda hurt abit but the panic overshadowed the pain.

Another interesting thing that happened in that session - not only was he only interested in ass-play (mine) and didnt want to fuck (which is fine, to each his own fetish, whatever makes him happy), he finger-fucked me and has set the record for being the first guy who stuffed his FIVE fingers into my pussy. And his hands wasnt small either. I've always considered fisting a big No-No as I imagined it would be excruciatingly painful and rather gross and will still list it as my No-Go Zone. Five fingers? Fist? I don't want my pussy to be worn loose and gaped out!!!!! Unless you're my gynae, get your fist out of there.

My British Open

Which is better - To come as a girl, but treated like a whore, or come as a whore but treated like a woman?

As the fluffy pillows embraced my bare skin, I lay awake, staring up at the enchanting chandelier that looks like it originated from a fairytale.

This moment is nothing short of perfect.

"Give me a minute. I just need to check on the golf".

British Open - 1. Whore - 0. I can never win.

Almost guilty for the relapse, I am shamelessly enjoying myself, all sprawled across his plush bed. I know I had vowed to quit, but we had planned to meet since 2 months ago and only found the time to meet last Friday night. Plus, he's a really cute cockney (and I can really use the extra cash).

Now, let's call him 'Pattzy', after Robert Pattz (Pattinson) becos of his lean build and messy but too-cool-to-care hair. 20-something exec. from UK. Works with a bank. Far from repulsive, I'm sure he can have any girl in a club. Lurveeeeeee his super-lux condo apartment!!!

I can be gullible at times but I seriously believed that he worships my body. Then again, I am also delusional. He's the only 20-something guy I know that can appreciate a full-figured woman. I'm guessin that he misses his ex-gf who apparently was also plush, or he simply likes bigger girls.

As his hands slide all over my body, a thought washed over my head. Which is better - To come as a girl, but treated like a whore, or come as a whore but treated as a woman?

I wished the night would go on forever. So much so that Pattzy paid an hour for me but I told him that I'm making exceptions for him and will stay extra time. Obviously he loved me even more for it. We humped like psychotic hyper-active bunnies and he came thrice inside me (with protection of course!)

Oh and did I mention that its his first time engaging the services of an escort? On the couch, he confessed that he was nervous. Then he did the signature RPatz shy-side-smile and made the first move to lean in and kiss me, then stood up, grabbed my hands and led me to his room. I could feel his hands tremble. Awww...

There are a few reasons why it is extra special like never before with Pattzy:...

First round was the usual. I strip of his clothes, he strips me, I get on top of him, he gets lost in my boobs for 5 mins, then I move down south and send him off to paradise with my lips around his cock. (I'm getting a lil bored of this 'routine', need to shuffle this around a bit) As his stiff rod penetrates me deep, it made me arch and moan in ecstasy. Fuck - it felt so good.
Round 1: Pattzy on top. Front

I can't believe the boy was so easily shagged. After Round 1, he was already falling asleep. Can't blame him, he was at work since the break of dawn, finished late and had to entertain clients till late. I was lucky to be able to catch him at home before midnight.

I lay quietly beside him, as my eyes caressed his face with delicate, whispy lust. He's got that scruffy look which I am a sucker for. He's cheeks are rosy, probably from intoxication. He suddenly turned to snuggle and trapped me between sugar-coated reality and a false sense of intimacy.

A few minutes later he slurred from the serene silence.

"I'm so sorry, half of me wants you so bad, another half of me is falling asleep".

He held me tighter and I could feel his sleepy sandworm starting to stiffen again. *Ting ting ting!!!* Here comes round 2...

Before I knew it, he climbed on top of me and started kissing me almost violently. Eh? I thought he was falling asleep? I felt his tongue in my right ear... I've always thought it was gross to do that but this time it totally turned me on.

Then he turned to get me on my knees and fucked me from the back... and it feels like heaven. Not too long after, he came and collapsed on top of me. As he pants heavily but laying really still, I could feel his cock throbing in my garden of eden.

We both fell asleep for a while. No actually on he did. I merely pretended. I can never fall asleep on the job. We cuddled and he held me tightly in his arms. I was more worried about crushing his arms, and getting my makeup on his stark white pillow. Pattzy wrapped his legs around me and I felt like a fluffy, giant bolster. A very happy one.

That was when I quietly prayed that the moment would never end. Yet at the same time it reduced me to a degree of sadness, when I forced myself to remember the very reason I was there. That moment, was all that I have been praying for - a remedy for my weary heart that craves for someone to keep me warm, hold me tight and simply love me for the woman that I am. If only I could extract that moment and frame it up on the wall to remember it forever so that I will never ever feel alone again....

About half and hour later, that's when he sorta woke up again, went for a tinkle and then popped his head by the door to tell me he's got to check on the British Open and left me sprawled alone in bed. While he was away, my curiousity poked me to quietly snoop around his things. I didnt get far. Only managed to inspect his cute boxers that had cute graphic doggie prints. Then I checked my watch to realise that it was past 1am. *tick tock tick tock tick tock*

He wasnt gone for too long. I could hear the tv from the room. And when he switched it off, I curled my body away and pretended to sleep. Pattzy came in and hugged me from behind, kissed my cheeks and ran his finger through my hair. I pretended to wake up, gazed at him with sleep eyes...

"Do you usually sleep with the lights on?" I murmured.

"No. Do you want me to turn it off", and I simply nodded.

In the blinding darkness, he crept back into bed and held me tight from the back. In what other choice of words in my limited grammatical knowledge do I use to express the dire significance of this moment? Just that simple act of creeping into bed in the dark and holding me from behind - it completes me as a woman. I've dreamt of this every night. For my man to hold me from behind. I think they call it 'spooning'?

And as they also say, 'spooning leads to forking'. Thats the most natural thing that can happen (who the hell are 'they' anw? definitely seem to know a lot). I love it that I could feel his cock rubbing against my bare ass and I can feel his toes against mine. The wonderful science and magic of the human touch warms my heart and melts away every last bit of my bitter cold heart of stone. He had his hands around my waist but I purposely made them cup my breast.

All these while being half asleep, every unconscious move like drifting in your dreams. His gentle hands squeezed my tender bossom while I enjoyed being carressed in the arms of the man I've only met a few hours ago. (Ok let's not spoil it yet)

As his royal hornyness reached boiling point, still in spooning position, I spread open my legs so that it goes over his legs and his hands moved down and reached forward to my stroke my already dripping wet pussy as I softly moan. Pattzy took it as a sign of approval and inserted two fingers that made my body jolt.

I reached behind for his cock and realised that it definitely was not asleep. As I stroked his cock, Pattzy then crawled on top of me and fucked my pussy hard. I whimpered and let out soft moans as he humped and I could hear his balls slapping against my pussy. He then turned me over and spanked my ass and damn it feels so good how he spanked me. Pattzy then entered me from behind but my ass wasnt even up so it was more like a flat doggy but it still felt fuckin awesome. He rested his body on top of me while humpin and pumpin till he came and then collapsed on my body to sleep while his drippin cock was still inside... which felt nice and almost romantic. Forgive my whacked sense of romantism.

When he's finally conjured enough energy to go clean up, he went to the bathroom and then came back to collapse beside me as we slept and snuggled some more. As his breathing gets heavier and was fast asleep, I slowly crept out of bed to look for my clothes. I found most of it, except for my panties which he had flung god-knows-where. After I got dressed, I inched close to him and kissed him goodbye but sorta woke him up instead. I told him I was going and we shared our last kiss before I made my way out of his apartment, half wishing that I could just sleep over.

I dragged my heavy eyes to the lobby and tip-toed with my clackers in hand. The condo estate looked spectacular against the moon-lit night and I dipped my toes in the pool just as a way to maybe say... I'll be back ;)

My 1st Jewellery

My boy yesterday was a funny one. Let's call him Sondre (as in Sondre Leche (right → ), cos he almost look like him). 34 y.o 'Wimbledon Village' boy. Cancelled on me a few times then suddenly texted an hour before to meet. And I had just finished an interview with a prospective employer! Talk about multi-tasking and role-play.

Funny thing is, Sondre asked to pay by credit card (and where would he slide the card? down my ass?) cos his atm card is chipped. So he asked if he could take me shopping instead for the equivalent value. And there I was, cracking my head for what I can buy and then sell back for money, cos if for needs, there's nothing else I would need than simple hard cash.

You know how when you're under pressure to think of something then definitely it won't come to your head? So the only thing that came to mind was - jewellery. Cos obviously, jewellery, I can pawn.

Before I knew it, we were browsing for a piece of gold at Lee Hwa ( it was the better jewel store at that mall).

Snapped this pic after Sondre had left and I was alone in the room, getting dressed. I picked out a simple 18K bracelet of mixed white and rose gold. And with all jewellery, now I don't have the heart to let it go. But I can't wear it either. Folks are sure to ask where it came from. And I'm not the sort to wear jewellery... So how? Help me decide will ya?...

The Sexiest Accent in the World

Here's why I love them English boys. Ed Westwick in particular... the accents orgasssssmic!!!

Californiacation

Tonight I had my first American. A 40 year old boy from California that brought me to the Pan Pacific Suites at Somerset. Let's name him... Jesse, like Belle's very own American boy (Season 3, Ep.1). You see, it is THIS kind of clients that make me keep coming back for more. Easy breezy call girl... I was out in 20 minutes.

Jesse's pretty cute. Looks nothing like his age. Sometimes I doubt I can ever master the skill of guessing a man's age. He's not an expat, just stopping over in Singapore for a few days before heading off next to Australia... I really envy people who's work allows them to jet-set like that, spend nights in suites without ever having to clean up and have dinner parties at Sentosa Cove. Pffftttt.

xoxo

Mortal Combat

Came home tonight to see the Martial Arts pamphlet on the table. My sis was going on and on about how good the event was. I simply grinned to myself.

Well, I had a good time humping the trainer.

Had my first French-Italian guy tonight. One thing I learnt tonight is that I do not enjoy muscular guys cos their body is so hard, making them not so nice to hug.

Other than that, it was quite the usual. Or maybe I'm just not in the mood to blog tonight.

(Can feel my flu coming back) :P

Can't Get Enough

Aww, missed me so soon already? Meeting The Dutchman again tonight... *grinzzz* Luckily my flu has lessened...

The Flying Dutchman

Memerised by the 'Flower By Kenzo' tv ad... not really the visuals but the song. Googled it and learnt that its called ' The Wanderer' by Jill The Wanderer.

It's a lazy Sunday and I'm down with a cold. Must be the crazy action last night ;) It has to be the first session that I truly enjoyed. The Dutchman booked me for 2 hours. At first I thought it would be draggy cos even my usual 1hr sessions would easily be concluded in half an hour.

But The Dutchman was quite a wonderful lover... if I can call him that. We kissed, A LOTTT, made love, talked about ourselves... kissed and made love some more... It was good cos he really does appreciate a fleshy, curvy gal like me.

So far the best I ever had. Seems like he enjoyed it too ;)