tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87941051168625699172012-02-17T03:11:35.699+08:00Raving and Ranting from the depths of a twisted yet pinkish mind.jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.comBlogger2841100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-51434919505560123782010-08-04T19:52:00.000+08:002010-08-04T19:52:00.470+08:00

After sex. Hair all mussed up. Sunlight streaming in through an open door. The place is a mess, I worry about where my underwear is. The man is half asleep beside me. We're still naked,cigarettes in hand, resting and contemplating whether to have another go at it. I feel a slight pain on my calf. I lift it and notice a faint bruise."Did you unhinge your jaw to bite that?""Sorry, it's been a while

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-69625236762949738132010-08-02T19:20:00.000+08:002010-08-02T19:20:00.193+08:00

One of my favorite movies is the classic When Harry Met Sally.I think it's a beautiful story with a talented cast (when Meg Ryan was still America's Sweetheart and before Billy Crystal was a supporting cast to Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson). But I think it's given some people the wrong idea about men and women friends.In a scene, Billy Crystal says that men and women can never be friends because

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-15781925875656697302010-07-28T23:45:00.000+08:002010-07-28T23:45:00.460+08:00

I've been away from this blog for a long long time. Here's my list of excuses:I've been really busy with work and projects.I've mostly been sticking to one (or three) sexual entanglements.My regular lover has kept sexual frustration nil and I have less to rant about.I've had other things on the brain (like needlecrafts, would you believe that?).But like fine whiskey and younger men, my

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-73304961011532745312010-07-28T21:33:00.006+08:002010-07-28T21:59:09.589+08:00

They say men are obsessed with quantity. Well, that and size. It's all about who has more, and who has it bigger. But they don't apply the same principles to women.One late, boring night at the office, I got stuck with 2 men. As is wont to do when I'm around, the conversation got to sex. Contrary to most porn movies, we did not end up in a threesome where they Eiffel-Towered me. Instead they

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-76239829412435272212010-07-14T21:46:00.001+08:002010-07-14T21:47:39.552+08:00

Well.Guess the bitch wants to keep coming.

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-67958588491998920312010-02-20T21:37:00.002+08:002010-02-20T21:49:21.121+08:00

Been almost 2 years since my last post. The reason for my disappearance currently escapes me. All I know is, at the time: given the choice between having sex and writing about it, I chose the former.Since then I have: tried my first sex toy; kissed a boy with braces; been abandoned, gotten back in touch with, and lost again, 3 of the boys I've mentioned in these pages; actually celebrated the

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-58378519060241365122009-02-24T23:45:00.002+08:002009-02-24T23:53:12.491+08:00

Well here I go again, being too busy having actual sex to blog about sex...But one anecdote is just too amusing to ignore.There's a Jonathan Lethem story called Five Fucks. The main male character told the female character a certain joke while they were flirting in a bar. He said, "You know what's the worst part about being an atheist?" She replies "no". His answer, "No one to talk to when you

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-47733098029843812692009-02-06T14:14:00.002+08:002009-02-06T14:34:45.578+08:00

I'm one of those people that think good sex leaves people bruised, sore and barely able to walk afterwards. I like it rough and violent. Yes I'm one of those loud and borderline masochistic girls.So after a recent session, I wanted to figure out what kinds of soreness mean I had a really good time.Shoulder. From being manipulated and bitten (by myself and by my partner). From having my hands held

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-24167222380310282242009-01-30T15:15:00.001+08:002009-01-30T15:15:00.710+08:00

One of the things I really don't like doing is making out in a car. I can't stretch out. I can't move without bumping into something. Unless its an SUV, a small car really can't contain the wide array of actions and emotions I like displaying during sex. Also, I'm loud, so I tend to get caught.It is almost the one seemingly normal sex-related cliche I won't do. Except I have, literally, never

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-76495292574956803962009-01-29T23:11:00.000+08:002009-01-29T23:11:00.964+08:00

Ludo apparently plays geek rock...And I like it...You'll never hear this songYou'll never see the movie in my headBut you infest my sleep, and your figure creepsThrough my walls and hums above my bedI know your name, and that you're photogenic and tallBut I've never heard you talkAnd there's something about youThat stabs me right throughIt isn't right for me to paint your pictureEvery night, but

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-46923808321174115592009-01-29T17:29:00.000+08:002009-01-29T17:29:00.556+08:00

One of the things that suck about being a Bender-mocked meatbag is coming up with the really great lines after the moment has passed. This sucks doubly hard if you consider yourself a writer (case in point: me). You can come up with great lines on page, but not live. I always hated that about me. Until I realized that when I started being wittier live, I started being a bit duller on the page.

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-10793222019711730002009-01-28T23:50:00.003+08:002009-01-28T23:50:00.892+08:00

My name is Jean Grey, and I am a moaner. I am loud. I know. Hentai-sounds are issued. I have been asked to keep quiet during quickie-some-other-person's-house-sex. I have had my mouth covered. I have had cloth stuffed to my mouth. Kinky sex shit I know. But yes, when fucking in other people's jurisdictions, one must keep quiet.But I heard something during some semi-rough quickie sex that I've

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-50998641770677580562009-01-28T13:09:00.001+08:002009-01-28T13:09:01.102+08:00

I've always had a long, weird love-hate relationships with blow jobs. In high school I swore to two things. One was that I would never have a guy pick me up from somewhere just to take me home. It seemed like an awful waste of time unless we have actual plans. The whole thing also reeked of weakness. The other thing I swore was that I would never give blow jobs. I have never broken the first and

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-45581811821180121512009-01-27T11:14:00.003+08:002009-01-27T19:59:32.359+08:00

It was one of those nights. I hadn't gone out in a while. So now I wanted to fucking go out. Meaning bounce from place to place looking pretty. I was chilling at a place in the Makati area with friend Baby Girl. I was a little bit bored and she was a little sleepy. I had the brilliant idea of playing the text roulette game.The game goes like this: You text a drinking invitation to seemingly

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-22930430414829854872009-01-26T09:38:00.003+08:002009-01-26T09:38:00.553+08:00

I find it kind of sucky that some men really think they can claim some sort of ownership when there is clearly none. Especially when the last tenuous ties that supposedly bind have long been severed.One morning, woke up prior to my normal waking hours to find One Missed Call. Similar to the horror movie by the same name, I totally ignored it. It was from a dude I used to sleep with. And

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-48866335726435350752009-01-26T00:15:00.005+08:002009-01-26T00:28:44.372+08:00

Ok, so I like this little wanker of a song. But all my googling has been in vain. Other searches led to this fucking song. I know a lot of people are looking for these lyrics. So I listened to the song continually trying to decipher what the vocalist-dude was saying. Here's what I came up. [If anyone has any idea what the unintelligible part is, feel free to let me know.-->shit, just when I

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-33246395376073113622009-01-25T23:19:00.000+08:002009-01-25T23:19:00.168+08:00

I'd recently hung out with a couple of dudes recently. These were formerly known as the boys. And yep, they were back in my life for a while. Until they weren't again when they disappeared in a ball of flame and light.So I got to talk a little to Cc. Who was now going through tough times cos one of his friends ended up with his girlfriend. He was a bit depressed about it, but it seemed like he

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-83422760242277518472009-01-24T04:32:00.000+08:002009-01-24T04:32:00.761+08:00

Love me cancerouslyLike a salt-sore soaked in the sea.'High-maintenance' meansYou're a gluttonous queenNarcissistic and mean.Kill me romanticallyFill my soul with vomitThen ask me for a piece of gum.Bitter and dumbYou're my sugarplum.You're awful, I love you!CHORUSShe moves through moonbeams slowlyShe knows just how to hold meAnd when her edges softenHer body is my coffinI know she drains me

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-7036566859257031952009-01-23T06:11:00.001+08:002009-01-23T06:11:00.800+08:00

Did you ever get those friends who were stunningly curious about your sex life? As in overly curious? As in continuously asks you to repeat details no matter when, even when none of you are drunk and the sun is shining bright? Isn't it a little creepy? Especially when they declare they have plans for your ass or orgy cherry?Well. I had a friend like that. He's still there, I just don't consider

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-9053732904498819642009-01-22T21:22:00.001+08:002009-01-22T21:22:00.889+08:00

Dude and I were talking after sex. Tiring, exhausting sex. We were smoking cigs and the old man was quite wiped out. He suddenly lay down on the bed and then suddenly jerked back right up. He uttered a completely un-manly "eww".I looked at him. He'd just lain down on some of his own semen. I just stare at him in wonder. He goes, "well, I know why should I be grossed out, it is mine." I use the

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-68090735064795858112009-01-22T10:34:00.002+08:002009-01-22T10:34:00.902+08:00

I've been moaning and groaning about all the blah blahs of the men/fucktoys in my life for most of last year. In fact, this blog was mostly started so I could moan and groan about them in secret. I just up and decided to end it all. Commit playlist suicide. By killing them not in memory, but in the present.Yep, I no longer go to those places. I'm generally avoiding 3 drinking nightspots. I am

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-9067802323658860772009-01-21T16:19:00.000+08:002009-01-21T16:19:00.534+08:00

So yeah, I heard from a guy in a bar. The guy who said it was actually someone I was sleeping with. And yes, I have gotten texts from him before 10PM but that really didn't mean anything. Except that he was impatient and couldn't wait.Is this true? I do have some people I send SMS (SMS-es?plural form anyone?) to after 10PM. Mostly, because I get bored with whoever I'm drinking with at the moment

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-75499143931638432632009-01-21T10:52:00.000+08:002009-01-21T10:52:01.046+08:00

The things you learn online:New underwear technology has been invented to give cocks more freedom while keeping balls snug and secure! Ballbras anyone?Now you too can enjoy more semen in your life. With the economic problems, you can make money from something you're already used to ingesting. (If you're one of those that swears they have never swallowed semen, have you ever gone to a fast food

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-12185039617075716622009-01-20T11:39:00.000+08:002009-01-20T11:39:01.197+08:00

Salon recently did a feature about weird memorabilia for the new American president. And while most were the general watches and plates, one that stood out for me was the dildo.Ozam Group LLC is selling these for $34.95 each. They come in two colors: blue and gold. No black ones as Salon mentioned. But why are the colors blue and gold? Blue can be explained by USA's flag colors but gold?The

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-27272137504536345022009-01-20T04:18:00.000+08:002009-01-20T04:18:00.600+08:00

Haven't been able to find the complete lyrics to this one, I always get results of another song with the same title by a similarly-named band. But the chorus knocks my socks off:BabyAlways ready your pretty little lipsMake room for my fingertipsSo I can get caught between your legs tonight...Sadly, most of the rest is still unintelligible. I will try to decipher it ASAP.Here's the video, in case

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-31192089271826523242009-01-20T04:02:00.000+08:002009-01-20T04:02:00.245+08:00

To those that haven't seen the totally awesome Durex commercial of condom animals having wild monkey sex (though I think they kinda look more like dogs), watch it on YouTube!.

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-6396293457462811052009-01-19T10:54:00.001+08:002009-01-19T10:54:01.709+08:00

You know how y'all hate it when people blog about why their not blogging? Well, skip this post then.But no, seriously.Isn't it weird how libido/horniness/perviness suddenly disappears in the face of other things? Well, maybe it is just me. I haven't been walking the streets looking for a hot meal. I've been mostly being geeky and just staying out of trouble. It must be some New Year thing.Been

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-82788311364895244782009-01-19T03:47:00.002+08:002009-01-19T03:54:03.839+08:00

So I had just given up on sleep after one hour of sleep and the succeeding two hours of trying but not achieving sleep. Sucks how when you try harder to sleep you just can't seem to get there. The normal nipple-tweaking and fantasizing that relaxes me didn't work. So I decided to play Crayon Physics, and ended up frustrated cos apparently I finished the demo version. Decided to wake up and visit

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-83937366039987597402008-12-04T00:08:00.000+08:002008-12-04T00:08:00.580+08:00

Young boys are so cute. They are insanely horny. Even when they're practically falling to sleep they will still try to fuck. And they are so adorably weird. Especially when they encounter someone like me.He was tired and I was a little drunk. I hugged him and he managed not to let go. He was so unsure of himself, which was adorable. He didn't want to seem too eager in front of his friends.Finally

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-34951987806532322722008-12-02T23:59:00.002+08:002008-12-03T00:08:05.483+08:00

For the longest time, I've kept my hair short. It was just always easier. I didn't have to make up a fuss. It was easy to wash. And it kept me cool in this tropic country I live in.I was determined to grow it. And then a sudden decision to cut it short after an annoying encounter with a man. Now, having been fortunately (or unfortunately) shielded from any man-ache for some time, my hair is the

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-24436953864814056262008-11-14T12:18:00.002+08:002008-11-14T12:30:21.758+08:00

The message came at 2AM. It was a simple "Hey." The number wasn't listed in my phonebook. I replied with a simple, "Who is this please." The reply was a question, confirming that I was who I was and that I owned the phone number receiving the messages. I was confused. I had no idea who this was. Then he said who he was. I smiled.It was someone from the fairly recent past. From something that I

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-32618168489436803292008-11-02T12:44:00.004+08:002008-11-02T12:56:48.536+08:00

There are so many songs that inspire lustful thoughts in me. I'm not actually a fan of the whole, let's-do-it-to-the-tune-of-a-song movement. I think any sounds or noises in the background during sex should just be ignored and the slap-slap of flesh on flesh punctuated with the moans and groans (preferably not just mine, but also my partners), should be heard more than any song.Some songs just

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-29909742012881552052008-09-27T22:05:00.000+08:002008-09-27T22:05:01.122+08:00

I just realized recently that I had no idea how women I knew fucked. I knew how most of my guy friends fucked, mostly as a result of several hours of detailed clinical conversation. I liked getting sex tips and advice. I like hearing about clear adult objective discussions of sexual congress. Sometimes it repulses me when the person doing the discussing is a friend i somehow find physically

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-23249412181858381862008-09-26T21:24:00.001+08:002008-09-26T21:24:00.376+08:00

Yes yes. Again I want to end that long twisted history. End it cleanly. Search for that sign. Is this it? The final irrevocable sign that I have nothing at all to look forward to with him and that I should just strike him off the list. A sign in fact that I should burn the list and start anew. A mark that I must pass with flying colors. The time to bury the hatchet and let go of that security

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-48686907912402192932008-09-25T22:20:00.000+08:002008-09-25T22:20:01.070+08:00

If I send you a message past 2AM, its probably cos I was drunk. Several moronic things have been brought about in this way. The final surrender to H. The angry messages sent to H. The angry messages sent to Xn. The stupid messages sent to V. The stupid messages sent to Speedfucker. In fact almost all the most stupid messages in the world are sent in the period between 2AM to 5AM.They are also the

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-27858504521118468912008-09-25T10:09:00.000+08:002008-09-25T10:09:01.259+08:00

Recent talks with girl friends baffle me. Why is everyone so concerned that I am not in a relationship? Is it simply not enough to say that I don't feel like one? Is it typically unacceptable to say I'm not sure I'll be in one someday?I know intellectually that the whole one person for someone thing is a mathematical improbability. I do believe that there is a possibility there are several

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-19013812941320585702008-09-24T07:04:00.000+08:002008-09-24T07:04:00.469+08:00

I was parched after I came. Must be because I sweat out all my body's water as we were fucking. May be because I released all my bodily fluids. Or maybe I was just parched from moaning as you fucked me.I wanted water. Walked over to get one from the cooler. Chose one that was cold and had some ice clinging to it. I drank it in big gulps. I held it in my hand as we watched the tail end of

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-79874954245184099082008-09-23T16:02:00.001+08:002008-09-23T16:02:00.163+08:00

Horribly narcissistic and vain song that I can somehow relate to...I take it in stride; One day at a timeIf I ask no questions I’ll hear no liesHow come blessings only come in disguise?Try them on for size as I vocalizeAin’t nothing gonna get in between me and my flowAint’ nothing gonna come between me and my afroMy man just left me; what do ya know?Easy come; easy go!He came out of the blueAnd

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-29922219966364044592008-09-23T03:59:00.002+08:002008-09-23T04:02:27.131+08:00

I'm horribly, terribly, insanely busy. Which directly conflicts with the fact that this makes me bored. I am too bored to fuck. I am too bored to masturbate. I am even too bored to flirt. Sometimes I am too bored to move.I swear to myself the wane of my libido is not a sign of depression. And I promise that the minute even food or cigarettes hold no interest for me I will get checked by a

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-62364646502648487342008-09-21T20:43:00.002+08:002008-09-21T20:49:30.757+08:00

It is cunning. Hiding behind masks. Showing less of my colors. And playing. I miss the playing most of all. The sex is easy as always. Offers come and are turned down. The real goal is to play. None of the recent items on the playlist will provide that.Dangerous Liaisons made me realize this. The joy of cunning and deceit and cruelty. To be truly evil I must cut out my heart. And remove that

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-39193637369720130652008-09-20T22:28:00.001+08:002008-09-20T22:28:00.914+08:00

How to properly use your hands on me:Begin by grabbing me roughly to you. Pull me close. Grab my hair. Grip me hard.Spank my ass. Not little taps, but the ones that actually almost hurt. As hard as you can. Leave a red mark.Take off all my clothes. Don't rip anything unless I tell you before hand you can rip them off. A lover once slapped my hands away when I started to unhook my bra on my own.

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-3912712260782070362008-09-20T22:27:00.000+08:002008-09-20T22:27:00.613+08:00

The Internet really has everything for anyone. This confirms it. Even though the site caters specifically to men on men fantasies, it gets me. I love nipples. Love them.This site makes me wanna cream.

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-90359758298176768672008-09-20T15:58:00.004+08:002008-09-20T16:27:13.784+08:00

I remember when I strayed from my regular meaty/bear types (V, Kv, Xn)... When I saw Adrien Brody in The Pianist, then in Love The Hard Way.He was skinny, and tall and lanky and weird-looking. With that big nose and those small eyes and thin lips. That led me astray. The curiosity for something new, something foreign.Then I saw Son of Sam. Perfection. Adrien Brody is hot.

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-47102690563623835932008-09-20T01:28:00.002+08:002008-09-20T02:08:13.066+08:00

Sometimes you get the craving for different things, something new. Most people use this as an reason against monogamy. But it can be an excuse for it too.That craving I get right now is the craving for someone to listen to me. Someone there to validate my existence and experiences by being there for me. Someone who will always be available. And these are the worst reasons for wanting to be in a

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-75176358676008422922008-09-15T00:14:00.003+08:002008-09-15T00:35:56.544+08:00

I was watching some TV show about women's bodies when I realized it. One of the most enlightening things I've ever discovered about myself.I was fine with my body. In fact I didn't really pay any attention to it until I was in high school. It was just my shell, what I had. What I used to move around. I barely paid any attention to it. Until my classmates started noticing it.They said I started

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-49532877468255138972008-09-13T21:43:00.002+08:002008-09-13T21:54:12.163+08:00

Yes I did watch it belatedly. I downloaded it as fast as I could, and I plan to download it after I'm done (still watching). I'm just really disturbed about Jordin Sparks. She seemed visibly agitated and even John Legend was visibly surprised.Sure she feels passionately about those purity rings. If she wants to remain a virgin, she can do whatever the hell she wants to. But calling out people not

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-40179135279786326712008-09-13T16:17:00.002+08:002008-09-13T16:21:43.677+08:00

Must get the chance to use this line from Mark Millar's Wanted (the comic book not the movie):Take it easy you little faggot. You really think I'm gonna lose the life support for that penis I been using lately?And yes, it does perfectly describe the concern in fuck buddy relationships.

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-26178287229289965792008-09-07T15:16:00.000+08:002008-09-07T15:16:00.403+08:00

I recently told some dude trying to figure out how to dump a girl in the nicest way possible that he can always get out of it and be excused (in the long run) by using the emotions excuse. The explanation I gave him was that women responded to emotions, not logic.Now, did I believe this? Yes. I am a woman after all. So I kinda know how these things work. Of course it is bad to generalize, but I

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-14453475142542746302008-09-06T02:51:00.002+08:002008-09-06T03:11:28.821+08:00

I never thought that things going on in my personal life would ever affect my sex drive. In the past, it didn't really matter. I have fucked men while simultaneously cursing them. I have fucked during tough times. In times of need, when I had to scrounge for the cash to go anywhere (I never felt good traveling without at least some money), I would do anything in my power to get laid. If I was

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-84317130064704232922008-09-04T13:53:00.003+08:002008-09-04T13:55:36.678+08:00

Why am I not horny?!?!? I haven't had sex in several several weeks and the urge is not there. Is this growing up? Is this focusing on work? That has never stopped me before. Has someone been slipping me sexual inhibitors in my water?! Have I been neutered/lobotomized in my sleep? Is this the effect of prolonged exposure to my laptop?!?!What's wrong with me!?!?

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-69289111770133884942008-09-04T00:54:00.000+08:002008-09-04T00:54:00.883+08:00

Of course we've all probably met them. Those guys who have natural habitats and tactics. Those who can't venture beyond their circle where they are king and alpha male and leader of the tribe. Those who easily get threatened.One such person is O. I've noticed that he tends to diminish the importance of rejections and play up his successes. He always has a reason, an excuse, why he can't get with

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-36485110083847300012008-09-03T11:51:00.000+08:002008-09-03T11:51:01.299+08:00

I've recently been reading on the Mystery Method. It's a method for pick up artists. And as my typical obsessive geeky behavior dictates, I started reading up on it as much as I can. I'm learning lots of new terms and styles that I can use to my advantage. I've also learned that men have been using parts of it on me with success for some time now.Then a friend of mine gave my number, admittedly

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-15730526239666995132008-09-02T23:43:00.002+08:002008-09-02T23:51:19.406+08:00

I have been fielding a couple of offers recently. Weirdly enough I am already cooped up at home yet I have had men/guys/boys contact me, demanding immediate fuckery. What am I, freakin Jollibee? 24/7 Delivery? I have received offers from, and turned down:Cc - young boy of long ago, the offer was for immediate gratification. I offered and made shady plans knowing it might not push through.Friend's

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-90262464675116804252008-08-29T07:46:00.000+08:002008-08-29T07:46:00.621+08:00

Having sexual relations with someone for a prolonged period of time can bring about a sense of companionship. There are some things that are said in bed. Certain things are confided while cuddling together on a bed in an air conditioned room. Talking before and in between rounds can bring about an idea of camaraderie. A false idea.There is a reason why two people are fuck buddies and not friends

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-70711334663096204992008-08-24T11:50:00.000+08:002008-08-24T11:50:00.302+08:00

Dear Ex-Lover,I remembered your nipples today. I was watching a movie where a young, slender man ran his hand across his chest. I saw his fingers linger over his nipples. And I remembered you. Or precisely your nipples.Your boyish frame which reminded me of a pre-pubescent girl's. Your narrow chest which really didn't appeal to me. Your cute sensitive little nipples that always made little peaks

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-466801181809156132008-08-24T11:16:00.000+08:002008-08-24T11:16:00.284+08:00

Someone please tell me where I can download this song. Please... This is really old and I only heard it on the radio once. But it's a good song.i'm a slutthat's why you love methat's why you hate me tooi'm a slutthat's why you love methat's why you hate me tooopen my heartopen my mouth up and here you areunder my wingsup in an attic that's all the way darkthe actual soundand then this dirty

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-34477666469386507132008-08-23T12:48:00.000+08:002008-08-23T12:48:00.649+08:00

I have a definite thing for the Dune TV miniseries. I liked the first one so much I bought original VCDs (this was the time when DVDs were 500 bucks). Then, the continuation of the series spawned a hotter lead: meet Leto Atreides II, played by a younger thinner James McAvoy. The Children of the Dune series were released in 2003 and probably shot at least a year prior.This was way before McAvoy's

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-59055452942130627912008-08-23T11:23:00.000+08:002008-08-23T11:23:00.690+08:00

In the midst of this weird fluctuating weight issue due to an insane work schedule I am suddenly craving meat. And yes, my mother thought it best to indulge me by buying me my favorite meat in a bun meal: JolliHotdog. Yes I'm one of those who grew up on Jollibee fast food.Now I'm a bit concerned as I really don't have much time to do any sort of physical activity. I am still trying to work out my

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-13204888765168036772008-08-22T21:34:00.000+08:002008-08-22T21:34:00.402+08:00

There's an asteroid we want to add to our orbit. Nice girl. Cool. Laid-back. Cute. Emphasis back on nice girl. As in really nice. Read as we met her parents the first time we ever asked her to hang out and drink with us. She doesn't seem particularly smart but she looks like she can be groomed to follow in, eherm, our footsteps. The corruptible kind of girl.You know the type. Looks cute, but not

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-23359543935495818702008-08-22T11:30:00.001+08:002008-08-22T11:30:00.489+08:00

I've never been good at turning it off. O was a master at that. One minute I could be sucking his cock in the rest room, the next he could be coolly working in his desk without a thought about the fact I was blowing him moments before.MMG (My Moral Guardian) told me recently (upon prompting) that to him sex didn't matter, it wasn't important, which is why he was able to remain celibate and chaste

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-22377045912730998422008-08-22T11:06:00.000+08:002008-08-22T11:06:01.262+08:00

I miss my stupid weekends. I miss my other stupid old friends. I miss the laid-back non-sexual pass times I had. I miss the non-complicated life I once had before TEL (The Evil Lives) was born. sure I wasn't getting laid then. Of course I stayed in more and only went out to meet up the boys I hung out with and I was always stressed from the job I had. But it was phenomenally less complicated.I

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-60063868435726297102008-08-21T21:18:00.000+08:002008-08-21T21:18:00.585+08:00

People like spouting the word karma. I guess because it's such a convenient reason to give when you're being asked why you're not doing something which feels great but is potentially evil. The word's been used several times by people who are seeking a sort of schadenfreude (happiness at the misery of others) in exchange for the hurt a specific person has caused them.It's now come to light that a

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-86912135722754761822008-08-21T08:40:00.000+08:002008-08-21T08:40:00.825+08:00

I've never felt like the hot girl. I always felt I just got laid because I was a) lucky, b) willing and c) quite good at it. I've mentioned several times that I never felt comfortable making the first move and that meeting men in bars and clubs was never my forte.I was asking a friend recently about this and he almost laughed when I told him I was shy. I had asked him for tips for playing,

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-50085646903162864142008-08-20T20:13:00.003+08:002008-08-20T20:23:56.205+08:00

I always knew there was I reason why i liked the fetishistic appeal of dressing up in a school girl outfit.This is Saori Aoi.She is a Japanese AV star. Or well. Porn star actually.I was random surfing the Internet searching for AI (artificial intelligence) material when I mistakenly added an "o" in between the A and I. And I went "oh" all right. Especially when I clicked on this website. Which

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-51714356443132793812008-08-20T20:02:00.000+08:002008-08-20T20:02:00.160+08:00

I always thought he was just, you know, a selfless lover. I always thought it was part of his M.O. I had believed it was part of his nature to make sure I always came first, noisily and wetly, against his thrusting, curling fingers. The first time we had sex, I came so much, he marveled at how wet his hand had become.He always received praise from me. Not face to face though. Always when he was

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-32019854933945808882008-08-19T20:27:00.003+08:002008-08-19T21:47:08.922+08:00

Fucking friends is something I sort of like doing. By fucking friends, I don't mean friends who I fuck or people I have sexual relations with. By fucking friends, I mean I fuck guys who happen to be friends. And yeah, I kind of get off on it.This has happened twice recently. Once with the Den boys and the other with the Little Boys. I fucked 3 out of the 4 main boys of Den. With the Little Boys,

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-87931061573238908692008-08-18T19:28:00.000+08:002008-08-18T19:28:00.723+08:00

We're facing each other in bed. He starts sucking on my nipples. And he gets instantly hard. I grab his cock to play with it. He pulls away briefly from my tits to say, "Yes, that's how much I like your boobs."He dives back in. And continues to nibble and suck. His hand goes down to my pussy, he starts playing with it. Then he thrusts his finger inside. I lie on my back and grind against his hand

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-17729589918344787052008-08-18T07:49:00.001+08:002008-08-19T07:32:55.241+08:00

Over time, I've discovered that cheating is a touchy subject to discuss with men. I have helped several of them cheat for some time and have probably had some cheat on me too. But the cheating rules some men live by are still confusing for me. And no one can seem to explain them to me. Sex isn't cheating because there are no feelings involved.Getting a blowjob isn't cheating.Finger fucking a girl

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-51387576508395689212008-08-17T18:59:00.001+08:002008-08-17T21:29:05.414+08:00

"I can't," he said."Why?" I asked eventhough I knew the answer. His girlfriend and his conscience.But as I lay down on the bed, he pulled up my shirt and bra and fondled my tits. He put his hand on my pussy through my pants and panties and started fondling me there. "This is what you want right?"He started pinching my nipples. "If you can describe how this feels, I'll put my hand inside." All I

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-61827100012639548782008-08-17T11:12:00.000+08:002008-08-17T11:12:01.132+08:00

From the same artist that gave you this song. So there's ..There's a reason that you're in my headAnd there's a good reason why you're in my bed'Cos there's a reason now that you're my girlThere's a reason that ... you ... rock .. my ... worldYou rock my worldYou rock my world'cause you're dirtyBut you got a good heartD-D-D-DirtyBut you're not a (cheap tart)Yeah, you're dirtyBut you got a good

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-85082700790504920762008-08-15T11:29:00.002+08:002008-08-15T11:29:00.918+08:00

In one of our little PPFH (Playa Playa From the Himalaya) projects, we decided to create the Player's Code. It contains a list of rules for players to use. One of the things I contributed to that list is " There are no taboos". Of course with the silently appended "unless you find them icky".That comes to mind now in lieu of recent events. What is the bond exactly between common friends? If the

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-39292453702254289302008-08-14T11:19:00.006+08:002008-08-14T11:46:42.561+08:00

So this is Dasha Astafieva. She's a Russian model/reality star. The buzz on the interwebs is that she's someone Hugh Hefner is screwing. I don't really watch Girls Next Door so I have no idea what the deal is with her and the rest of Hef's girlfriends.I do sort of prefer her over the others. Holly, Bridget and Kendra always seemed fake to me. But I do like the fact they were able to make fun of

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-58323438720275571892008-08-13T19:19:00.000+08:002008-08-13T19:19:00.398+08:00

Text if you’re feeling sexyBeep if you wanna sleepMe I’m a little hungryTrying to count my sheep Text if you wanna sex meBeep if you’d rather sleepBuzz if you wanna get drinksCall if you wanna sleep I’ve been trying to sleepBut to no availI look out the windowI see a killer whale I’ve been trying to eatBut I could not decideIf I want some baconWith scrambled eggs on the side Text if you’re

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-37834294416088486982008-08-12T23:40:00.002+08:002008-08-12T23:46:39.115+08:00

A condom company has come up with some Olympic themed ads. Check out the rest at InventorSpot. I'm not that impressed, but they are kinda cute. Though I don't support playing with condoms too much.

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-30922132065602166732008-08-12T19:19:00.000+08:002008-08-12T19:19:00.504+08:00

I find it remarkably weird when my friends ask me for relationship advice. This despite the fact I have not ever had a long-term exclusive relationship. It perplexes me when they seek my advice. Is it because I think like a man? Is it because I have so many male friends? Is it because I sleep with a lot of men?Sex questions yes I understand and can generally answer. I've been answering them since

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-32799207043275607332008-08-11T20:02:00.004+08:002008-08-11T20:14:26.515+08:00

I want a sex scene like the one in Fight Club. All blurry and intense. Probably need some drugs to achieve that. And a man who can fuck as hard as Tyler Durden. And I need to sport fuck as much as Marla Singer.

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-31591777324860312042008-08-11T19:19:00.000+08:002008-08-11T19:19:00.737+08:00

Since the Philippines is the texting capital of the world, I have regularly used it to my advantage.It's easy and casual. There's no obligation to reply, but if you craft your messages well enough, or if the other person wants you enough, you'll get a response. Here are some of my favorite lines:"Can you come out and play?" (best said with the name instead of you, more playful)"Need any

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-5193601292632778132008-08-11T12:11:00.002+08:002008-08-11T12:31:13.626+08:00

Ever have one of those mornings? When you just wake up and realize your nipples are perky and you would want nothing more than to have someone fuck you? Well yes this is one of those mornings.It's weird when these days happen. They don't particularly happen often. It doesn't matter when I last had sex or what I wanted. There isn't actually anything that could trigger this. My libido had been

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-30701486587523683142008-08-10T19:02:00.002+08:002008-08-10T19:18:39.864+08:00

It was one of those little event things, often caused by someone's birthday party. Those places were alcohol is free and you're suddenly super thirsty. One of those times when you don't know a lot of people and tend to cling to the ones you do know. Particularly when you don't feel like speaking to the rest of the group. In this case, it's also a party where a pool is easily available and drinks

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-73750428364542166362008-08-02T22:22:00.000+08:002008-08-02T22:22:01.378+08:00

I recently stumbled upon Durex's Sexual Wellbeing Global Survey (which has zero data on the Philippines amongst others). The findings is about the average number of sex partners people all over the world have had.It worried me a bit when I realized that I have had more than 4 times the average number for heterosexual women. Then again I realized that most of the men I know here are above average

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-88045579045103227602008-08-02T21:57:00.000+08:002008-08-02T21:57:00.730+08:00

What the hell is up with these surgeries? There are reports that designer vaginas are becoming all the rage in Australia and New Zealand. I know men were supposed to get penile impants because they were insecure about size. Now women are having their vaginas restructured, mimicking virginity and having the entire thing rejuvinated and restored.Is it vanity? Are we now going to join our vaginas in

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-81955346833601424392008-08-02T20:04:00.003+08:002008-08-02T20:56:53.906+08:00

Age old adage: Size does matter. And yes, I agree it does. I am partial to a particularly well-hung lover because, honestly, he's fucking huge. That and he knows what to do with it. There's just something about an experienced, pulsing, big hunk of meat that turns me on. It hits just the right spot. I also like the way his penis looks.I may not be in the league of Cynthia Plastercaster, but I do

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-11957367784014507882008-07-28T01:20:00.004+08:002008-07-28T02:18:54.232+08:00

Sometimes all we really need is a good fucking wank. I mean masturbating. It's part of the ritual. The sex first. The part which is amazing. Then the reminiscing about it. And then the masturbating over it. The other part which is equally as amazing.It's not that the sex isn't enough, or that I can't get laid. Right now, off the top of my head, there are about 6 numbers I can call to set a sex

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-73336333702040249632008-07-22T07:46:00.000+08:002008-07-22T07:52:03.037+08:00

He asks me "I have a question. I've seen you naked. I like your body. Why are you walking around with a sheet?"And I was. I realized, damn right he does like my body. In fact he loves fucking me. So why was I walking around with a sheet? I gave my first excuse, "I'm cold." "Okay," he says. Then I tell him, "I'm shy.""I understand."After that, I stopped walking around with a sheet.

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-38439102804628549702008-07-22T04:00:00.000+08:002008-07-22T04:13:10.486+08:00

One of the main differences between men and women, I believe, is their motive. There are long standing jokes about women after a date wherein they dissect everything and men just think in plain terms, and half the time don't even know if there's a problem.I'm bringing this up now beause, well, I'm trying to figure out something. Which is bad. Why? Well because if you are it means either something

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-8494567466499810022008-07-04T18:25:00.004+08:002008-07-04T18:52:38.760+08:00

Hitting it. Soon. I think I may already have. Hating so many things. Hating so many people. Things and people that are (seemingly) a part of my life. Getting wasted doesn't seem like such a good idea. I don't trust people. I don't trust myself. I don't even what to fuck.here are several signs of depression. One of it being not wanting to have sex. But then again I can still sleep. I can still eat

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-58058020882828254622008-06-08T21:00:00.001+08:002008-06-08T22:39:15.916+08:00

Scenes from past exploits keep flashing through my brain lately. 3 weeks without sex can do this to a woman. A woman on her period no less. One who just has to compensate by masturbating (yes women can masturbate, even on their period).Me on lying on my stomach. Him on top of me, his cock moving in and out of my pussy. His hands pressing mine against the bed. I'm screaming, moaning loudly as he

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-4527273971040887352008-06-07T11:36:00.007+08:002008-06-07T12:11:10.479+08:00

Some theories say that a man thinks of sex every so number of seconds. I think the attention spans of men are a little too short to think about sex for a prolonged period of time. They probably just get flashes of images like a sudden image of tits or pussy that's enough to get them off.Admittedly it is easy to get men horny. It is especially easy to get men off. Something proven by something Jm

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-74860250365796583882008-06-05T11:04:00.005+08:002008-06-05T11:38:04.492+08:00

I realized only recently that the pivotal movie of my childhood was Chasing Amy. Saw it when I was in high school, it was one of those Kevin Smith things that I always loved. And having seen it again it reminded me of why I chose this lifestyle in the first place.In the movie of course the couple didn't end up together. The guy got scared of a sexually-experienced girls. I know that's real. Guys

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-20475486041362942252008-06-05T00:27:00.003+08:002008-06-05T01:34:49.209+08:00

Been flying a little straighter and a little nicer the last couple of days. Have turned down a couple of invites. Have been behaved and tried to keep my trap shut. Resting my weary ass.Getting laid has become too easy. Now when I want to rest I get offers. Which is a little bit weird. But that's the way the cookie crumbles. When you don't want it, it comes. When you do it doesn't. The things you

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-7139872714685318012008-05-20T19:10:00.001+08:002008-05-20T19:13:38.462+08:00

I found the most appropriate song on my iPod for my current mood.Well I wanted youI wanted no one elseI thought it throughI got you to myselfYou got offEvery time you got on to me I got caught upIn favorable slaveryWas it wrong? Was it wrong?I guess it wasn’t really rightI guess it wasn’t meant to beIt didn’t matter what they said ‘Cause we were good in bedI guess I stuck around so I could watch

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-18197061727868271982008-05-19T23:46:00.002+08:002008-05-20T00:05:47.389+08:00

I always thought that the best compliments are those given by those who know what they're talking about. So when a person I find hot calls me hot, then that means something.I have had a pretty good winning streak when it comes to sex. Most (not all) of the men I've slept with have gone back around looking for it. Most all of them come back. Most all of them want it again. Plus the fact I've been

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-1034933049904348622008-05-19T22:36:00.005+08:002008-05-19T23:45:37.629+08:00

I really believe in saying/doing/feeling whatever I want. And I don't believe these thoughts should be suppressed so here it goes:what the fuck am i gonna do with all the cheezy songs I downloaded for you? (delete it)the playlist i created for your mixed CD would've been great!i was gonna teach you the biting thing nexti haven't even swallowed your cum yet :(but i am hotter than heri wanted to

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-32879244006849891372008-05-17T10:09:00.001+08:002008-05-17T10:09:01.261+08:00

I seem to have lost it. Or misplaced it.Ever since I made the not terribly smart yet horribly compelling choice to see this man steadily, my instincts have been off. I got victimized by a speedfucker. I have not accepted the blatant attempts at flirting care of H and Cc. I am unfocused and undisciplined when it comes to work. I am distracted and moody. Or maybe this is all me PMS-ing. Or maybe

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-62579688284341494692008-05-17T08:23:00.001+08:002008-05-19T22:36:11.079+08:00

And yes, yes, the circle of life. I am familiar with the movie the Lion King. I know what it means. I have the quintessential Disney soundtrack album downloaded (I know, so uncharacteristic right?).Yes, also like the gin commercial: Bilog ang Mundo (the world is round).So why do I say this? Because I am almost exactly where I am after I ended it with H. We-eell...not really.There was no

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-9794604881382174552008-05-16T23:31:00.000+08:002008-05-16T23:01:14.340+08:00

So. I've been decided on the Ak issue. By Ak I mean that boy I was kinda seeing. That boy I had sort of decided I'd pursue actively despite his girlfriend. The boy who I kinda wanted to make the stupid decision for.First I was confused about whether I would go after him. But then... I decided I would. Then I decided I wouldn't. Then I decided I'd just go with the flow. Then I decided I didn't

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-27220831916845662152008-05-13T07:42:00.002+08:002008-05-13T08:44:16.991+08:00

You were right when you said you didn't deserve me. I am too good for you. And I'll prove you right in approximately 7 months. Wait for it.Wait this sounds eviler than I actually want it to be. Ok I'm still hung up about the sudden disappearance of that dude. And yes I'm kinda bored and I need a break from work so I want to write. However, my main point is: you are too weak for me. I think

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-52751979636479863182008-05-12T21:46:00.002+08:002008-05-12T22:17:38.476+08:00

Ok. So I made a mistake. I overestimated the hold I had on him. It has now been 1 week and 5 days since we last fucked. So in my mind, this means we're no longer seeing each other. And I have confirmation you've just been avoiding me.I am actually surprised that this anti-climactic end has not affected me in greater ways. I mean I did like him. I think. I did want him. Definitely. Yet now, I seem

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-67286395291521795052008-05-10T14:25:00.000+08:002008-05-10T13:01:05.174+08:00

My friends and I used to play The Ideal Game. This game involves a whole lot of imagination and a culmination of daydreaming and fantasies. The realistic ones of course. I've never told anyone during an Ideal Game that my ideal me 5 years down the road would be 2 inches taller and European.One thing that stuck to my head recently was my consistent answer to the Ideal Day 5 Years from Now If I

jean greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759172194411726597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-77659222804092228692008-05-10T13:03:00.004+08:002008-05-10T13:23:47.426+08:00

One of the things I hate about being someone's mistress is th song "Lips of an Angel by Hinder". Of course I know I have the lyrics of the song posted somewhere in this site. But the fascination with that song lasted til I became a mistress again. i mean honestly, I'd very much prefer hearing "Don'tCha".Yes I said 'again'. Moralists beware! Morally bankrupt woman on the lose! Aw fuck it. Really

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