i haven't written in ages coz of crimbo, too much booze and vacationing...im once again settled here feeling a bit homesick to be honest. work is not THAT busy which is good..gives me a break and gives me more time to shop for those egyptian cotton linen and towels i was dying to buy from john lewis.

back home i 'coincidentally' bumped into my ex, K. i use ' ' coz i spotted him in the street, told my friend to drop me off at the far end of the road and 'bumped' into him from the opposite direction...LOSER. and now ive become a stalker i guess..i know. but i can't really control my heart can i now? chemistry still there i guess...i don't know if the will is there though on both sides. anyways....

i met my fuck buddy, KT - the sex was good. if you have a fuck buddy, the sex MUST be good, otherwise dump him/her. thats why they are called fuck buddies. the intention of meeting your buddy is to fuck.. they are not friends, you don't owe them anything (not even a thank you kiss) and you part ways. end of story. no strings, no drama. a girl having a fuck buddy is an opportunity for every gal out there to act like a man. if he goes down on you, gals, you don't have to feel obliged to give him head. if ur in a relationship, then the 'give and take' crap is a must. once you're fulfilled, you can push him/her out of the bed, slam the door and enjoy your moment of bliss.

KT got in touch with me one fine day - I was not surprised. we kind of planned it that we would meet. i went to his place coz i couldn't host at my place. i wore my ann summers black lacy thong and matching halter-neck cami with a pair of hipster jeans and a tight shirt. simple yet enticing.

we didnt even finish our bottle of wine. we got it on with. that's the good thing with fuck buddies - no romance is involved. there is no etiquette. just pure animalistic lustful sex. he went down on me...i came many times...i was horny and felt oh so damn sexy (thanks Ms. Summers) and i just had to blow him. how could i not? i rode him, he rode me, he fucked me up the ass..you name it. however i knew when it was my time to leave. i didn't kiss him bye..instead i gave him a goodbye nipple nibble. period. goodbye kisses are well...intimate? meaningful?

on a different note, why the fuck do certain people use their laptops during rush hour on the train? it doesnt impress me. you don't have to be a hotshit to own a laptop you know!!!!!

i've said enough for today.....