The Affair Part 7

It was a startling discovery.
It was an affair that had happened right under our noses, right in our department but it simply failed to registerd in our scandal's radar.

Mrs Airhead and Mr Airhead.
Do not be mistaken by their A.K.As.
They may be married (not sure if for long), but they are not married to each other.

The oddballs, outcasts of their respective departments (which explains why they were never in our radar), probably hooked up due to their many common grounds. Both look bright till they speak. Both are parents. It is likely they found solace in each other's company.

Anyway, apparently their not-so-secret-afterall affair were found out by their respective spouses! The complaint reached senior management and Mrs Airhead tendered her resignation.

The Affair Part 6

Even the most decent and dependable of men are not infallible in the face of temptation.
The very decent-looking guy is latest scandal to be uncovered in the company.

The Decent? Man is married and has a kid who is just a few months old.
The China Gal is single who has attracted quite some attention with her voluptuous figure.

Seen on several occasions together, the Decent? Man was last spotted to come back specially to the office to fetch his lady love when he was on his vacation leave.

Perhaps it was really the unavoidable long working hours and work stress that has brought this couple together...
Whatever it may be, it should perhaps have never happened.

The Affair Part 5

The Fun Man - a two or three-timer?
It seems that it is not enough to be married and having just ONE affair.

News has it that he might be having a go at his subordinate The Lian Gal.
Suspected to be the 2 shadows behind the locked door and to be caught in what seems to be a lovers' spat, this new 'couple' is being watched closely.

A desolate Iron Lady has been seen stealing glances each time someone walks past her door.
Perhaps she's missing her lover whom she has probably not been seeing much...

The Betrayal Part 2

When even the most alluring lingerie fails to earn you a second look....
When there is not even a word of concern as you lie pale and ill in bed...
When words of silence becomes the conversation at the dinner table...

Yet it continues... the stabbing pains of rejection in the face of blatant unconcern...

Perhaps it's just the winner in you who refuse defeat.
But perhaps it's time to just let it go.

The Lover Part 4

Perhaps it were friendly intentions misunderstood.
Labeled a casanova, gossips are rife that the lover has been hitting on several gals.

Bothered, the not-too-happy man complained about it all to me.
And my only advice to him: Watch your behavior then.

The Affair Part 4

A high-profile relationship that has set numerous tongues wagging.

He is another married man (a.k.a. Perv Man) with kids who holds a high position as well in the company.
And she (a.k.a. Dragon Lady) is a divorcee who has joined the company in recent months to hold a position no less lower.

The 'twins' (they are everywhere and anywhere together) were spotted by a traumatised colleague at the office carpark, basking in joy of their new-developing 'friendship' by kissing each other in the Dragon Lady's car.

The Betrayal Part 1

A message to her that says: 'Hey, wanna have a drink after your work? You still have my keys right?'
When a woman who is not a colleague holds the key to the guy's 'workplace', I suppose it means that she probably holds the key to something else as well...

A key to pure physical gratification or otherwise, it has given me a bitter taste...
The bitterness of defeat and heart-wrenching pain...

The Purest of All Kisses

It speaks of love, a love that cleanses the soul, that brings hope, happiness and that incredible warmth to even the coldest part of your heart.

And it can only be the kiss of an innocent little boy, a sweet baby who is truly the love of my life.

The Lover Part 3

It seems that the bored hunter is out prowling again... looking for his next prey...

For now, the wise choice would be to stay quiet and hidden in the shadows.
It would not be a good idea to be tangled in a web of scandals and deceit.

I still wish for my little dark secrets to remain uncovered...

A Smoking Hazard

It was one fantastic night, dancing away with a guy that she had had a crush on forever.
Unfortunately, whatever interest that he had in her was killed in that very instant when he found himself kissing not her but her cigarette.

I suppose one can still consider that a conquest given that she had indeed left her mark on him, a burning one no less.

The Affair Part 3

She's married lady (a.k.a The S Lady) in her early 40s with a daughter and holds a rather high position in the organisation.
And he, who is her subordinate (a.k.a The S Man), is in his 30s and has a gal friend.

But I suppose the 'obstacles' have not deterred the scandalous couple.
Despite their efforts at keeping the affair a 'low-key' one, the inseparable pair had been spotted boarding a tour bus that headed for KL on a weekend.

The Lover Part 2

G: So how is my noisy gal doing today?
C: ??????.... Are you complaining?
G: Nope. Guys always like it when the gal moans.

I suppose it does boost the male ego to know that he has given pleasure to his lover.

The Affair Part 2

An unlikely pair.
The man (a.k.a. Fun Man) is twice married with a baby gal.
The lady (a.k.a. Iron Lady) is a staunch Christian.

Telltale signs that point to the illicit affair.
1. The frequent lunch dates
2. The weekend office dates
3. And 'talking' to each other in his car late at night! (in the office carpark,of all places...)

I guess even though they have never been caught in the act, the guilty looks say it all.

The Lover Part 1

I asked if he had wondered how many orgasms can one possibly have in a lifetime?
To that, his flippant answer was, 'I had probably used them all up by now!'

The Affair Part 1

Like the desert that soaks up the rain, I hunger for more....

It has been almost 2 long years.
And it happened in a way that I had least expected.

He is one of the most sought-after guys in the company despite the ring on his fourth finger that indicates his unavailability.
And I am the bitch who constantly bickers with him over work.

Somehow, the tension turns into something that sizzles and burns...
And I am just going to enjoy it while it lasts.

A Mockery of Marriage

As the day draws closer, one cannot help but wonder...
With the very essence of the sacred ceremony soon to be tainted and the oaths that will become meaningless, I'm torn by the same principles that have propelled me down this chosen path in the first place.

As we attempt to right the wrong, are we perpetuating the wrong created instead?...

The Dream

It's truly amazing that a kinky, sensual dream can manifest itself in the form of an absolutely mind-blowing orgasm...
Perhaps, the frustration and desire due to the self-enforced lack of actual physical intimacy has found an outlet of release.

It's a first and hopefully more to 'come'!
And it's definitely a dream worth living for!

Sexual Apathy of A Nation

According to the study- the Sexual Wellbeing Global Survey, Singapore is once again ranked amongst the bottom 5....

And here I am thinking that my active and possibly promiscuous lifestyle would have boosted up the statistics a little...

I guess it's about time that we unite as a nation and spice up our otherwise staid and stressful lives.

Year of the Golden Pig or Golden Sex???

Condom business has reportedly been deteriorating.
Hmm... Seems like the entire Chinese community is in a rush to populate the planet.

A friend has been busy sowing his wild oats too and apparently, reaping some rewards- by separately impregnating 2 of his countless girlfriends...

Anyway, personally, I do hope that this is definitely a good year for babies too.
May the golden piglets enjoy a lifetime of prosperity and happiness!

On a more cautious note, with the fuss and buzz of so much unprotected sex, the government has better start to plan for the baby boom ahead...

The Price of Pleasure

Sometimes, one has to pay the price for his/her act of total abandonment.
And like all punishments , there is never a good time for it.

Retribution strikes with a vengeance for my irresponsible behavior.
It wreaks havoc on my already unsettled and uncertain life and toys with my mixed and confused feelings.

Unlike the past, there's no escape for me.
I face the future that appears to hold so much hope and yet so little choices.

The burden seems to weigh heavier than ever and it irks me to no end that I face the consequences alone.

Celebrations With A Bang?

Another year had gone past in a whoosh.
While the invigorating frolick with The Player had most certainly brightened up the start to my 2007, I couldn't help but wonder about the days to come for this brand new year.

It is somewhat amazing how ironical life can be or rather, how cruel it can be...
I had languished over a failed relationship; probably committed 1001 rash and irrational acts; and for most parts, drifted about aimless and lost.

Just when I believe that I might have found a direction out of this mangled mess, I am thrown off-guard by the unforeseen turn of events.
And the unexpected, even though much welcomed, has chosen the worst possible timing ever.

If only I can have an indication from some higher beings:-
2 options (both incredibly hard and painful)... I'm torn.... which IS the right decision?
I'm not too sure when I'll ever be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel in this case...

Ensnared by the Devil?

It's sometimes bewildering how the Fates will play with a mere mortal like me.
After a pretty long dry spell, it's suddenly men galore!

It apparently is quite the hassle having to juggle multiple responsibilities at one go- the seasoned 'Player', the self-proclaimed 'Good Guy', the whatever 'Boyfriend' and the ever-present 'F.B.'.
Playing the field while trying to hold on to that man you deem as the more 'suitable candidate' is certainly not an easy task. The lure of the 'sexcitement' do at times overrule the logical mind.

The situation is further complicated as one unfolds the stories behind each complex individual
- pending breakup (or maybe has broken up and patched back?), entanglement with a psychotic girlfriend, a satyric dude with a very packed sex schedule and of course my hopeless 'relationship' or whatever you may call it.

As interesting it may seem to be, it has been giving me plenty of sleepless nights- wondering or otherwise....

When The Best Is Never Good Enough

It was all deja-vu when I read the email:
'You are the BEST gal friend I can ever possibly ask for. It's got nothing to do with you. It's just me. I love you but I'm still not ready for commitments. Perhaps I'm just not the marrying kind. I am happy with what we are now.'

The warning bells ring loud and clear. The pattern is all so clear. It's the same hellish thing over and over again....
What he really means is that I'm just not GOOD enough a gal for him to wanna settle down with.

While it warms my heart to hear the touching words of appreciation, it crushes me even more knowing that my relationship is built on a basis of no foreseeable, commitment-free future

It doesn't matter anymore how sweet his kisses are, how lovely his flowers can be or how thoughtful he has been. It all comes to naught.
One fine day, I know he's going to walk out of my life because he has met the RIGHT gal to marry.
It's an absolutely depressing truth.

You can Never Change His Style, Just Like You Can Never Change Him?

It is quite the revelation. A girl can never change a man, just like she can never change his style….

It may mean that I can possibly never change my boyfriend’s obsession with schedule and timeliness. And it can also mean that I’ll never get him to wear those Matrix-like long coats that I really like. Most importantly, it means that I’ll never get to change his warped sense of logic about expediency and horrors of all horrors, his views on our relationship.

But I live in the hope that maybe, with the right mindset and the appropriate method, I’ll be able to imperceptibly nudge him towards that certain desired direction. This is definitely not classified as attempting to change your man. Think of it more as a form of slight, just a slight, behavior modification…

Boys to Men or just Boys to BIGGER Boys?...

How many times have we heard this – ‘There's a boy in every man’.
In my terms, it simply means- in every physiologically-developed male, there lies a psychologically-challenged brain.

Indeed, it is amazing that science has yet to unravel this mystery that has been around for as long as since Adam and Eve?...

It is a natural process that as the body matures, so does the mind. But somehow, the male species has decided to veer off this normal course of progression and put his mental growth on hold indefinitely. (I’m not sure if it’s due to the presence of 2 heads that confuses the 1 brain- which way should it go?)

Men celebrate the fact that they are able to embrace that youthful (or should I say childish) exuberance in life THROUGHOUT their lives. Throw them a Light Saber sword and it’s likely that they wield it with the same enthusiasm whether they are 8, 18 or 80. (Too bad, it doesn’t work the same way for their other more important swords that sadly, flag with age.)

But here comes the perplexing puzzle. When one behaves like a kid, one will get duly chastised like a kid too. But no no… hell forbids! This is the exact part which these BIG children hate and believe that they SHOULD get away with it. ‘Dun act like my mom! I know what I’m doing!’

A frown and a censure for the few words that you, as a girlfriend, might have possibly uttered for having to clean the mud they drag around the house from their so-called healthy soccer-cum-fight sessions. After which, they continue swigging beers on the nice clean couches in their stinky sweat-stained soccer shirts.

And so as I’m ranting on and on about the unfairness of it all, all the men-boys are carrying on their never-ending parties in the Never-Never Land with Peter Pan (hopefully not with MJ!).

But before I end, I need to say this : FOR F*%K’S SAKE, PLEASE GROW UP!

The Highflyer Club

What is about pilots that make them so alluring? Or rather should I say, the few dashing pilots who I happen to know and would love to lay my hands on.
It is always fun when I hang around with this group of extremely sexy men.

Is it that elusive way-out-of-reach appeal? Or that exhilarating giddy rush that they always bring? The charm, the confidence and the worldliness.... potent and lethal, absolutely intoxicating.

Whatever the situation is, these high-flyers maybe just miles above my league...

Slaves of Desire

Men have always been condemned as slaves to their lascivious natures, portrayed as thinking and acting with their other infamous 'brainless head'.
However, while the two heads don't frequently interact for men, women it seems, have their clits attached to their brains (unfortunately).

For men, more often than not, what happens down there, stays there.
Their skirt-chasing silly antics end once their job down there is done.
And then off they go again, on their merry ways, searching for new and greener pastures.

For women, a night of passion tends to create some dangerous illusions as the intimate physical act blurs the strict boundaries between pure sex and real love.
Confusion ensues and we end up enslaving ourselves un/subconsciously.

At times like these, I wonder who are the worse slaves of their sexual desires- men or women.
While it appears that a male frees himself from the bondage after slaking his wanton thirst, the fairer sex simply gets entangled in a crazy losing game.

Women, Thy Art Food!

It is pretty amazing how men can and do at times 'commodotize' women.
In a particular drinking session, a few male buddies had likened women to food.


DC, a veteran in the playing field, had apparently sampled a wide variety of 'cuisine'- from Fish &
Chips to Wanton Mee, Tandoori Chicken to Nasi Lemak, Sauerkraut to Masala Thosai...
(In particular, we noted his inclination towards European fare.)

As one could guess by now, each dish was indicative of a certain ethnicity.
It had been fun racking our brains for a representative chow.
But that was all the fun there was to it.

On a more sober note (after the alcohol effects wore off), I do not exactly appreciate the analogy.
Food is normally enjoyed and subsequently flushed out of the system via taking a dump.
Somehow I would like to think that I would be there to stay, in their (i.e. men) system, for a long long while...

(P.S. I happen to be on a strict Wanton Mee diet! =p)

Love's Paradox - So Near Yet So Far

Why is it that distance makes the heart grow fonder and yet nearness breeds detachment?

Since when has familiarity stopped being a comforting thing?
Is the excitement of the unknown more important that the reassuring regularity of life daily dozes?

I have long tire of the promise of the exhilarating uncertainties.
I yearn for the soothing conventional ordinariness.
But what about you?... When will you stop and will you ever stop for me?...

The Untimely 'Flow Of Tide'.

*Beep Beep* It was the message alert.

Boy: Hey are you out?
Gal: Nope. What about you? Drinking again?

Boy: Yeah. Heading to XXX for a couple of beers. Boring. So what are you doing at home? Are your folks in?
Gal: Well, I'm in bed with cramps... Just as bored.

And after which, the phone remained silent for the rest of the night.

Well, I suppose I got the hint.
On a more positive note, I've learnt that the flow is certainly a more effective No than simply saying No...

But then again, it ain't the WORD of my raging hormones!!!