I'm the 7-Year-Itch

I gotta admit I'm very much behind in updating my blog. You probably guessed it right. Somehow I've slipped into an affair with a certain gentleman I'ld like to call Dody (previously referred to as Shrek, but now I feel like it doesn't do justice... to Shrek. Heh.)

11.44am - Rainy Monday
I'm stranded at home due to the fabulously pouring rain. This is how Monday mornings should be. I've already called the office to say I'm out running errands and might not come in today. This was followed by a few other sms-es from colleagues (inc my boss) saying that they're not coming in to work also. Haha. This is why I love my day job.

As I was saying earlier, yeah... I think I'm having an affair with a married man. Wow. Another firsts box checked. Last Saturday, Dody finally asked me over to his place and we made love.

I've known Dody for 20 days now (inc. today) and last Saturday after that love-ly episode, I ended up spaced and zoned out throughout the rest of the day. That night, at a concert that I had to attend, I finally burst and started crying at one of the songs.

I still find it mind-boggling how a man can have an emotional affair behind his wife. When I was at Dody's place, I saw the pretty framed pictures of him and his wife. Now I knw what Dody meant when he once before said, "One day you'll see the resemblance you have to my wife"... and its true. His wife and I looked like we could be sisters. Infact, I think his wife looks even better that me. But then again, those were his wedding pics from 7 years ago.

Oh yes, did I mention that I'm his 7-year-itch...?

WHY?? WHY?!!! How can a man bring himself to break that wedding vow?

Since I first met Dody, we've only met at his restaurant. I've been there about 4 to 5 times and even have my own special table. Table 60. We'd make out on his couch at the back of the dining area after closing time and I'ld come back like 3 in the morning everytime.

Dody is not a paying customer. More like a sugar daddy who feeds me well. Too well cos I'm putting on a bit of weight no thanks to the late night suppers. He makes the best coffee, showers me with chocolates, foots my cab bills and he checks up on my all the time. With Dody, I feel pretty loved and I enjoy his care and attention.

But after all that, as much as I promised not to judge... I still dont understand how a man can have the heart to bring another woman into the same bed where he and his wife makes love.

Dody says he loves me. But I'm already thinking of how I to get myself out of this. After Popeye, I've learnt my lesson. No love. Nooooo wayyy. Not again. L-O-V-E is just another word I'll never learn to pronounce.

On the downside, I havent been able to get much whoring done with Dody around. Wait. I've only done the Geologist guy and Popeye... yeah, I think that was it.

If I ever have to get rated, I'ld probably be one of the poorly rated whores who fails terribly when it comes to emotions. To date, I've revealed my identity to 2 men - Popeye and Dody. *sighs*

Anw, end of the month is looming. Time for the 'Fifth Wave'... new pictures, new name... still wondering if I should get a new number cos I might lose my regulars. *would have met up with another regular this morning if not for Aunt Mary who is in town :P Then again, I'm pretty relieved when 'she' visits*

Reminder to self: Meeting a 30-something italiano this week.... looking forward to that.

Verdict: Time to move on from Dody. I will miss him but I'll survive.

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I Killed Marcus of Market Street

Iwish the earth would just open up and swallow me right now. Marcus must surely feel so disgusted and see me as a big-time slut. Not that i'm not but he didn't have to know.

No thanks to me.

I texted Marcus by mistake, the text that was meant for another 'customer'. I asked what time I should be at his door cos I have to be in the office by 10am. The thing is, just THIS morning, I paid Marcus a visit at his office. It was the best boardroom sex ever and he totally fucked my socks off.

Marcus, is not a paying customer. Well, he did the first time but I've grown so fond of him that I keep him lingering around my little finger just so that I can fuck him for my own satisfaction. We do it in his office boardroom everytime and this morning, I woke up extra early, just to give him a visit. Did I mention that it was mind-blowing?

But after that text message boo-boo, I'm sure I've seen the last of him. Marcus can be such a stuck-up Brit that I intentionally give him that idea of exclusivity. And I want him to think that he's my one and only cos I'm so addicted to him. Now I can say goodbye to his white dick cos he's never gonna text me ever. He hasn't replied to my "Oops. Pls ingore that" text message. I hope his Blackberry got flushed down the toilet or something but its quite unlikely.

It could have been one of the best Fridays ever but I had to ruin it with my own carelessness. No one to blame but myself.

Goodbye Marcus.

I'm gonna miss Market Street.

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Today was a fairytale...

Tonight, I lost my ability to 'compartmentalise'.

Tonight, I allowed myself become a woman again and felt the warmth over every inch of my skin.

Tonight, I walked home with tears in my eyes.

You know how when you leave out a block of frozen meat to thaw, and as it softens, condensation forms around it, creating a pool of water from the melted ice. Yeah, that was what happened to my heart. It thawed and ruined my mascara.

I haven't felt like this in years. I remember telling myself a few months back, that perhaps I've lost the ability to love or at least develop a sense of fondness for anyone. Perhaps my heart has simply turned stone cold and numb.

But tonight was one of the most amazing nights in my life that I will never forget.

As I laid on the grass, in the warmth of his arms, I stared at the velvet blue sky sprinkled with stars and felt like the luckiest whore on the planet. The breeze whispered a sweet tune as we chatted and kissed in the dim lit park behind my house. I've never brought anyone anywhere near the proximity of my home. Not even boyfriends.

Popeye waited for me at the Jurong Point taxi stand where I picked him up at about 9pm. We've been texting each other eversince our first meetup on Wednesday and decided less than a few hours ago to meet again. When he asked (sms) whether we're meeting as a client or friend, I teased him and said I've upgraded him to friend status.

If I was whoring purely to make money, then this probably isn't productive and not such a smart business move. But my intentions from the beginning was to meet people from different walks of life, those whom I would probably never meet as our paths will never cross. Popeye was one of them.

In a way, I'm rather glad I took up escorting. If not this magical moment would have never happened.

I've been to the park once before for a jog and discovered the place. We 'hiked' up to the peak of the hill and found that there were already a few other couples that were way ahead of us. With no vacant benches, we settled for the grass and just started to chat. I started off with a confession. Now that we're friends, I wanted him to know my real name. He asked for my real age but I was still in denial and refused to reveal it. Heh.

We talked about alot of things... his work, his family. As we laid down and looked at the stars, he pointed out which ones were stars, planets and satelites. I'm secretly starting to adore him even more now. I told him about my day, how I went to buy 2 of Adam Lambert's CD just to get a chance at a lucky draw. Of course he mocked me for it and wouldn't stop teasing about it later. He said he really like being in Singapore cos back in England (he's from the north) you can never do this (lie down in a park at night, cos it would be 18 degrees outside).

The setting was perfect and as I snuggled up and laid my head on his chest, my right hand went under his shirt to rub his nipples. Did I mention how I love the way our body 'fits'? We kissed a little bit more and then he asked about my family and I told him about my initial impression of sailors. But then we saw a few people walking up to where we were and we had to quickly sit up and look innocent. We talked some more and I told him that I'm not usually like this... sentimental and all. Then he said something like - he tries not to feel attached to anything as his jobs requires him to be away for many many weeks.

[urgghh..Water works again. *breathe... breathe*... Damn PMS]

And of course I try to understand what he is trying to say. That I shouldn't start to develop these feelings for him cos it might not lead to anything. But it was the sudden realisation that even as I was sitting beside him, it is not the real me that he sees. He knows me, from merely TWO days ago, as the social escort who was paid $150/hr to have sex with him. I am a prostitute. And no man can ever love a prostitute.

An undescribable heaviness landed on my heart as I reminded myself that this ain't a tv-series that I'm watching... it is my life. I'm a prostitute. Oh my god, I'm a prostitute. How did I even dare to think that he will like me?

[...more water works]

Then I felt his hand rubbing my back. Perhaps he felt my sadness. Whats sad is also that his stay in Singapore has been cut short and he'll be leaving next week. Well, everyone's got to wake up from their dreams, right?

But at least we still had this last few moments to share and I wanted to make the memories last. As we kissed and I gazed into his bluish-grey eyes, I worked my way through his belt and undo his buttons and voila! He was right about the stiffy. He was complaining that he was walking around in it all day.

I wanted him to have the best blow ever and leave Singapore with fond memories. It is nice to blow when you really mean it to be good, as you don't have the tendency to gag. I worked him for about 5 mins and then I heard the oh-so-familiar line - "I think I'm about to cum". Usually I'ld love to see their faces when they cum but this time, I didn't want to lose the momentum and pace. So I continued sucking untill I tasted the warm, thick liquid in my mouth. With my lips still wrapped around this 7-incher, I swallowed his cum and didn't leave a drop. Its not so messy that way... being outdoors and all.

When I turned to look at him, his face was blushing red and I teased him for panicking. Then he said I was a really naughty girl. Everyone says that. I still wonder why.

As we continued to lie down, he placed his arms around me and we snuggled really tight. I love his scent. Hugo Boss. I told him that if I ever miss him, I'll have to go sniff a Hugo Boss scent card from the department store. He turned and held me tighter and planted a kiss on my forehead.

That moment... will last me an eternity. Nobody.. and I say nobody, has ever kissed me on the forehead. Not even mom. And it was the most comforting and beautiful feeling I have ever felt in my entire life.

Soon it was time to go and we slowly made our way down to the main road so that he can catch a cab back to Tuas. On our way down, he said he wished we had met 10 months earlier (when he was in Singapore) and I said we can still kep in touch through emails. And then he alerted me about how there won't be any internet connections while he's at sea (usually 4 weeks long)..."So if I have not replied, don't think that I'm ignoring you", he said.

We kissed our last goodbye as I waved him away in the blue Comfort.

Crickets... the sound of cars whizzing by... silence... and I'm back to being alone again.

I whipped out my Jalou and played that song by Katie Melua - 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

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

I really need to get new mascara cos this supposed waterproof one doesn't seem to be tearproof.

Guess I'm not as heavy-duty as I thought...

xoxo.

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7 inches wo!!!

Why do boys always assume I'ld like to keep a picture of their cock? Maybe they're just weird in their own self-loving ways... As much as I love porn, I don't think I need to keep a private penis photo collection. Today I found Popeye's dick sitting in my inbox. *yummm*



Oh and how was the 'date'?... It went especially well. I even accompanied him to Funan IT Mall after that cos I didn't really feel like going back to office. He wasnt like how I imagined him to be. I assumed that sailors were loud, 'cocky' (puns intended), rude... but he was none of it. In fact, he's nice, polite and really sweet.

When I was bj-ing him, he said 'May I?' before rubbing my clit... like how adorable is that?

And... I've heard of 6'3 but never met anyone who is... and I tell you, he is bloody talllll. Not to mention he's 7 inches. Mind-blowing!

He's got to be one of my favourites (if not the most) cos our bodies seemed to 'fit'. Popeye's the typical big and tall ang-moh and riding him was very enjoyable since I'm on the plus side too. At least I don't have to be afraid if I should crush his ribs or something. He's also the first one to finger-fuck me to orgasm. And the sex was awesome. Did I mentioned he's a 7 incher?
I hate it when I get sentimental like this.


{Congrats to QueenB on her second Ang-moh! Double pat on the back.}
xoxo.

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My FIRST Sailor

Got a 'date' with a sailor this afternoon. Received his email yesterday and was rather pleased with his honesty (he even attached his pic:)

25 years young, 6'3, blue eyes, from England (wats with you and English boys, QueenB??)

Supposed to meet at 8.30pm but he just texted to meet earlier at 4pm. Guess I gotta be a naughty girl and slip out of office again...

(Note to self: Cannot make it a habit to slip out and fuck during office hours!!!)

Will update on the sailor man... *will it be cheesy to nickname him Popeye? hehe*

xoxo.

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Tea-time and dangling carrots (part 1)

Today was interesting.
A tea-time quickie at Market Street with Marcus, and a debut performance of my fuck buddy, Lee.

Yup, we havent fucked eversince our first date. Can u believe it? What kind of a fb is tt?

Anw, i've already lost my taste bud for Lee (for making me wait so long. Not tt I waited in e first plc) and jz wanted to fuck him to see if he was as good as he claims to be.

But after today, all I can say is, Lee is officially de-throned. Big? Hah. I'll say tt pic of him was probably doctored.

What pleased me most was seeing Marcus again. I thought I had seen e last of him so when I saw his email in my gmail, I was briming with joy! I knew he wouldnt forget me tt easily.

The build up to our 'meet up' was what made it all so much fun.
First thing I do when I wake in e morning is to check my mail. Doesnt everyone? Not you? Ok. Well at least Taufik Batisah does. How I know? Dont ask.

Back to what I was saying. Time was 9am as I grinned frm ear to ear as I read Marcus's signature one-liner email. 7.25am - time it was sent. Someone woke up real early.

I think I read it about 50 times before I managed to reply it. It was a continuation frm our email chat frm the previous evening before he headed out for dinner. I call it email chat cos we conversed via one-liner emails with a 1 to 3 min pause inbetween. A conversation which couldve taken us 10 mins if we'd picked up e phone, but just chose to prolong it to a spread of 2 hrs while I multi-tasked between emails, paper work and small talk with colleagues. Yeah, tts jz hw much we love to tease each other. I wonder hw HE gets his work done.

I decided to tease him further by attaching a file to this email. A pic of me in e (un)dressing room.



Body text: I'm still mad at you.

Oh thats cos he resisted the idea of meeting up with me the night before. Or my failed attempt to tempt him enough. Whichever way u choose to see it.

He only replied sometime after lunch. By the time it was 3pm, he was dangling his carrot in my face. Lucky for me, it is pretty easy to get in and out of the office with no one to question.

The afternn heat toasted my bare skin as Market St greeted me, this time with the buzz of the working bee colony. This plc looks different WITH people.

I whizzed past reception with unquestionable confidence, looking like i'm about to attend to an absolutely urgent matter. Who would hv guessed that urgent matter is a throbbing cock?

I've become rather familiar with the path tt leads to his office. Abt 20 steps to his door, I txted him - 'I'm right outside', and reached jz in time to catch him pop out his head, looking out for me.

to be continued...
xoxo.

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Rae of Light

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.

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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}

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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.

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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

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