4 sides of a coin - starting from the backside

happy deeparaya

2006-10-21T13:31:00.000+08:00

only in singapore/malaysia will there be such a harmonious combination celebration - or so I hope.
racial harmony is really underrated throughout the world - it's those kind of harmony that people take for granted. Too many factors I think, affect it, but parents and teachers must relay the right messages.

So, to our readers, Happy Deeparaya. Now, excuse me while I go look for the whore, megalo and moon-st so they can post too..

My dream job is to be Subway counter guy

2006-10-04T18:42:00.000+08:00

The reasons are rather simple really. We serve six inch and foot-long right? And all day long I will be at the counter asking everyone that comes in what length they want, half or all the way. Do they want the veggies, the sides, the muffins and what kind of sauces will they preferred in. Will they want their meat to warm up a little before consumption or they want to take it raw. Quick easy job with reasonable working hours and good pay.

Let’s say a nice Aussie girl with a pair of fat twins walks in, and she wants to order Steak&Cheese. My job scope requires me to greet and ask her, “Hi there, would you like a six-inches or foot-long for your steak?”

“I am going to go for a foot-long, and could you add some mayo with it?” replied the Aussie girl with a pair of fat twins.

And so there I will be spurting diligently the mayo on the bread with on to the Steak (and cheese). Probably thinking whether I should go out with the twins, since I have been staring at them since Aussie girl walked in.

For customer service brownie points, I will probably throw in a joke like, “You probably wouldn’t want extra eggs to go with the foot-long right? I mean, it’s gonna spoil the taste of the mayo with the Steak right?” Since the cheese is already there, I couldn’t possibly be any more than it.

In between awkward giggling, I will tell her it is eight dollars and fifty cents for the steak, with a discount (for excellent customer service) if she gives her number.

As the end of the customer service arrives, I wave goodbye to the twins as Aussie girl turn and leave the door quickly. Choking a little inside me, I pick up the bottle of mayo and go the storage and fill it up real quick before another Russian girl comes…

admit it, I bore you.

2006-10-02T22:31:00.000+08:00

So I was telling the whore that day that sex had ruined every relationship I had. I mean, all I want is a man that really loves me, and now, fuck it, I should just accept that men can be sweet, but never to me.

If ain't that homophobic (for myself) I might actually consider turning lesbian. But it's not really the men, or the women. Yes, it's me.

Does that really shock you? That a blogger actually doesn't blame the whole world before even considering themselves? Well, I'm a rare breed then, but somehow my value has the same figure as the quantity of my breed.

I'm boring.

Woohoo, did that blow your mind? A blogger admitting that she's boring? Well I am! I'm only interesting on the surface, and try as I might, I have a knack for saying the wrong things at the wrong time innocently, and for some reason that's less toleratable. But it's ok for me to be boring, apparently my friends tell me that I'm a smart, sexy, confident woman and hence that should be ok.

Well, being smart, sexy and confident hasn't gotten me a man. And unlike what the whore said, I do NOT need to get laid. If I wanted to, I have a whole bunch of choices. But I need someone to laugh at my jokes... the way I'll laugh at his.

Obviously, I'm not talking about a standup comedian here, you idiot. But since I've been rather brain dead since 5, I'll stop here.

Before I bore you. But since this is a blog, too bad. Hahahhahahaha *evil laughter*

I shall rule the blogosphere with my increasingly boredom!

Do the nasty on me, Baby Wendy.

2006-05-05T18:23:00.001+08:00

I want her to do me nasty, very badly.

I want her to thrust me on the floor and molest my head passionately.

I want her to slide it in and out in a rhythmic motion. Non-stop.

I want her to hear my moan.

I want her to see my slimy content.

I want her to whisper in my ear,” Want more screwing around?”

I want her to know, please use 2 different cotton buds next time, please?

Everyone's reading it - xiaxue

2006-04-30T13:14:00.000+08:00

Why are you worshipping the floor she walks on?

we all know Xiaxue. She's the so-called Queen of the Blogosphere, the High Priestess of the Singapore Girl Blogs.

She acknowledges her mean-ness, says it keeps her real.

I mean, be true, people. Everyone has a mean streak in them, and blogs thrive on it. She makes no apologies for it and even give convenient links to it.

"...but I reckon some of you need some things to get angry over."

She finds people bashing her freedom of speech invading it, but acknowledges that blogs are public. Quite intelligent, actually.

She knows that she's famous, has her own fan site, because

which is fine really. What she does is her business right?

She maintains that she is really her own person, and what she says is really her problem.

She says

Which is very brave. It's not easy doing that. I have a lot of respect for her for that, to speak the truth of what you think honestly. Like I mentioned before, she's honest in admitting that

Here's something proclaiming her freedom to air out her thoughts, which personally, I think it's a right that we all have.

That's really very brave of her to say this

when

Let's take a look at this.

what's all this about, you say? Well, while I admit that I admire her guts for being herself, it doesn't mean I like her. Like how I admit I think Jeanette Aw's acting is quite good, I also admit I don't like her, not that I know her personally. That'll be something else.

But about xx, like I said, I admire her guts for trying to be herself in this rather messy blogosphere, she actually managed to ink advertising deals. There was some hooha about it. To which she responded with this nice post and even provided a cute button to link people to it fast.

Check this out:

But I saw this

as an ad in her blog. *ponders*

Don't believe me?

Since she said that

and (again)

...connect the dots.

Just for the Whore

2006-04-30T05:46:00.000+08:00

You Are A Professional Girlfriend!

You are the perfect girlfriend - big surprise!
Heaven knows you've had enough practice. That's why you're a total pro.
If there was an Emily Post of girlfriends, it would be you.
You know how to act in every situation ... to make both you and your guy happy.

What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?

Galvin Lee

2006-04-12T09:08:00.000+08:00

Extreme pressure and 14 hours work has drained his sanity and body. What was once famously known as Ashenvale’s favorite Sprinter is now a mere history. Reality with 5 children has pushed dreams away for measly pay. Life is currently moving at its most hellish pace. Arriving home mentally drained and tired till his legs feel numb has been a daily event.

One day, he snapped.

He came home to find his wife performing fellatio to their neighbor’s 15yr old son, Gaston. Though a teenager, this boy possess a built suitable for a college rugby team. But the boy is frighten, very frighten at this moment. He barely mumbled,” Mister, I…” before blows from the workshop hammer came bashing down. The home owner has brought home his workshop hammer to repair that dreaded ceiling leak. It has proven useful no matter the reason; Gaston body fell flat on the floor after a blow on his temple. Several rage driven blows came down mercilessly on the teenager’s back head, killing him instantly.

Standing over the battered skull by his berserk action, he turned to see wife scrambling away on all four to the hallway. Stan decided now is the time to end all this. All this rumors that has been floating around about his young wife providing ‘services’ in exchange for monetary favors. He even heard that she swallows, and that she smiles every time orgasm smears across her face.

Stan swallows whatever remaining pride he has left, as along as there is sufficient food on the table for his children. Stan knew all along measly pay couldn’t have provided pork chops every Friday. His anger and humiliation was subsided by the fact that he has a responsibility to feed his large family. There is always a need for more food, and money.

Stan walked sturdily towards the wife, like a Japanese soldier to his beheading subject. No mercy, no more dignity tarnishing, no more nonsense now. His workshop hammers crushing blows will provide the verdict for her foul act, a slut no less.

Sound of the skull crushed, like twigs snapping, echoed thru the hallway. Sweet delight, represented thru Stan’s wide grin. Hatred of adultery has always polluted his decrepit body. This is a release from his torment from all these years.

His first child stood at the bedroom door and stared in awe. The rest 4 stood behind urinating in their pajamas, they were 9, 7, 6, 5 and 3 years old. There wasn’t any screaming or crying before, and after Stan finished them off too. Unlike the previous 2 bodies, these little ones could barely withstand Stan’s bearish raw power. Not only did he bash down the workshop hammer meticulously at their heads, his other hand grabbed the small body frames and tear them apart.

Arms, legs, torsos and heads flew all over the place. Organs replaced the carpet, now covered with fresh blood paint. Intestines spread across like bloody sausages. Brains spread out like smashed tofu. Veins are sprouting from the torn limbs, like circuits from a broken cyborg, almost fiction. There are several eyeballs lying around, staring. Everything is everywhere.

Stretching his body to the whole height of 1.95meter tall, Stan let out a loud howl. What wonderful feeling, what a strange rush of energy and excitement charging towards his brain. He felt empowered. Another release. He never wanted children anyway.

Covered from head to toe with blood, he walked back out to the hallway. The wife’s arms are twitching, signaling still alive. The kids has interfered Stan from delivering more deadly blows on her. Her skull is still intact, though dented outside in, her left eyeball looks like its going to explode out anytime soon.

Stan felt a sudden tightness in his pants. Curious, he unzipped to find his well-endow penis standing at its far stretch. Interesting, he thought. Because tedious working has left him sexually inactive for the past 2 years. He thought that male sexual organ dysfunction must have occurred early for him, at the age of 32yr old. He has never consulted a doctor.

Giving away a wide smile, he pulled his pants down and kneeled over the wife. She is slowly lifting her arms and giving out wet murmurs. Something like, “No, don’t kill me.” But it is barely audible, and Stan couldn’t care less. He just wants his wife to perform her marriage duties, right now, on her own blood pool.

Stan spreads her legs and pushed the pajamas robe up to the waist. Without cue, he started slamming away, producing loud thud from the crack floor planks. First the usual way, then he got stung by the thought of sodomy. No no no, the wife said, barely audible. Her blood was used as lubricant.

Satisfied, he gave remaining bashes to end her. Orgasm of sexual and killing filled his blood veins. What a strange feeling! He could feel his toes wiggle. A sense of enlighten came thru, he felt alive.

A killer is born.

2006-04-09T23:53:00.000+08:00

Still creaming my pants over her.

16yr old this year, legal yes?

Upcoming female popstar, 24yr old and fresh from Texas. Blond, tall and absolutely gorgeous. I'm holding her contract, so can't show her face right now. But believe me, she is the definition of hot.

Keep close watch on recent news, gonna be a blast in E-Online soon. *hint hint*

Yar!

2006-04-02T13:00:00.000+08:00

This is a broad side to all you pretty bloggers and larger-than-life bloggers. So strike your colours and prepare to be boarded!

First allow me to say that as a megalomaniac I truly appreciate the size that your egos have grown into. But it's crowding up the air up here. So time to knock you down a few pegs. So please allow me to continue; my ego needs the space. BACK OFF!

Now let me go to the pretty female bloggers. You know who you are (not you Wendy). We all know why you have so many readers. Honestly. We do. And so do you. If you didn't have that pretty face and those tits and ass, you'd be nothing. You'd be like tons of the other male bloggers out there. Who can't get more than 5 readers a day (of whom one is mom). And yet you bitch and moan about how all this attention sucks. Seriously you love the attention. You're all attention whores. Hence all the pictures. In bikinis, in slinky dresses. Yeah. Yeah. For your friends. But they're in the fucking pictures. Ever heard of just emailing it to them? You know that 85% of your audience are horny guys (I am one of them). If you were some fat ugly chick you seriously would not get any of those attention problems. Also I don't believe in all your rivalries. I suspect you are all one big cabal that hangs out at Wala Wala and Balaclava and plots these publicity stunts when your popularity is waning. Seriously dearies, I'd love to get into your pants, but other than that I don't give a fuck.

Ok so now to the bitchers and shock jocks (now Wendy, jump in). That's all you do. WHINE. Get over it. The world doesn't revolve around you. Really it doesn't. You could lie in a street with blood leaking all over the alley, and the world will go on. Trust me. The nukes are still pointed at each other, the poor go on starving, people go on breathing. So get over yourself. Who the fuck cares about you? Were you so deprived of affection from mommy and daddy that you had to find it elsewhere? Does it excite you when people agree with your point of view? Stop bitching. Seriously. Stop it. No one cares. And it is irritating. You live a fucking good life. Want a bad life? Move to Africa. Live in the bush for a bit, and see what life is like without electricity. Stop complaining. You complaining about all the little innane things in life. WHO CARES. I don't. Hence I don't read any of you at all. All you do is complain. Do something about it please. Like try to stop AIDS and solve the hunger problem. Do that and then maybe I'll let you bitch to me about little things. Until then, please shut up and free up my bandwidth.

Then there are the media darlings. The sensible ones. The ones that the government likes. You sold out. You know it and we know it. But we still love you. For what reason? I don't really know. I don't know how you old farts and those pretty young things represent all of us. I really don't. So we're either old techies or tits and ass. That sucks for me. Since I don't fit in with either category. You guys blog about technology generally and your families. That's sweet and nice. But I don't care either if it's someone's birthday or your reservist experience. I really don't give a shit.

Ok. Done for now. When I think of more, I'll get back to you. Until then, keep those egos down. Only mine gets to be up there you assholes!

This is the reason we survived ice age.

2006-03-27T09:54:00.000+08:00

Double the fun.

2006-03-24T10:13:00.000+08:00

I'm seriously disturbed. For the past 15mins I have been staring at this photo, mind grinding what that white fluid can possibly came from. The expression itself is enough to kill millions of my brain cells from mental-stimulation.

Explosion of ecstasy.

On a bright night like this...

2006-03-23T09:58:00.000+08:00

She should have all the fun. All 4 of it.

Dedicated to wordslut.

(Edit: My pictures are not showing leh)
Update - eh your HTML lousy leh. (wordslut)

Residential introduction.

2006-03-21T09:04:00.002+08:00

Renegadewhore
An incorrigible annoyance, exist to disorder system.

Wordslut
A beautiful concoction of lunacy, cerebral and discern.

Megalo
A dweller with immense knowledge, exceptional virginity and perverted righteousness.

Moon-st
A residue of ordinary and cruel confusion of humanity.

Corpulent Eruption

2006-03-20T11:25:00.000+08:00

Pleased to meet you. Would you like to know my name?

I was there when the Romans salted Carthage. I was there when the Crusaders took Jerusalem. I was there when the Dauphin was crowned King of France. I was there when the Nazis took power. I was there when you bullied that weak kid. I was there when you backstabbed your colleague to get that job. I was there when you took credit for work you never did. I was always there.

But before you go crying to your mommy, allow me to introduce some friends of mine.

- Renegadewhore

Rebelling against the system. A rebel without a cause. The fucker will love you one minute and leave you the next. Male, female, or animals... All are unsafe in the eyes of my ally. Your rape will occur with the power of a thousand tornadoes.

- Wordslut

This comrade of mine will rape you with words. All talk and no action. This member of NATO will be feared by all netizens. Tremble in your electronic pants. But don't expect to get any action from this comrade of mine.

-Moon-st

The nuttiest nutcase this side of my nuts. This fellow makes no sense whatsoever. Don't even bother to try to understand. It'll drive you mad. Actually go check yourself into the sanitarium right now. It'll do you good.

So... Who am I? I am Megalo. Your Ego on steriods. Your pride swollen bigger than the size of Renegadewhore's penis, and that is HUGE. Your dreams of power, of revenge and of rising to the top... That's all me. You know it. I'm there. Whenever your ego gets a stroking, it's me that your stroking. You like stroking me. You enjoy stroking me. In fact stroking me makes you feel good too. Muahahahaha...

So enjoy...

Lots of love,

Meglo

food is redundant

2006-03-17T22:34:00.000+08:00

So says the future.

Let me account to you why. The wordslut has been very very naughty. Too naughty in fact. So naughty that the wordslut had to cut down time on some important events to eat. I mean, eating is overrated.

Example

And also

look! gorgeous! WTF is eating for? I tell you, Evian is the cure to everything.

Actually one great way to undo the damage eating has done... is to vomit it all out. Bulimia, you know? The saviour of a modern woman.

amend edits here are where the one liners go.

ANTI SANE

this is a friggin test blog

2006-03-14T11:05:00.000+08:00