http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/en-UKhttp://backend.userland.com/rss092http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/2e/7d471fdbaf1be29ae80a164df52cd6_160x200.jpg <p>even though i had my share of men, not all men gave me what i needed. mostly did, a small amount lacked imagination, and also lacked knowledge of the female anatomy.</p> <p>men say that us women are complicated - we are not. we all want a gentleman who respects us and satisfies our sexual needs. some men are just plain thick - no pun intended.</p> <p>take one of my ex-fuck buddies D. I have mentioned him before. Sex, at first, was one hell of a rollercoaster. oh it was. sitting on his face and just coming and coming with such an intense climax was enough for me. no strings, but good sex. oral sex i mean. intercourse was crap i must admit when i think about it. sometimes men just dont think. it is not as easy for women to cum as men do. men can cum in their pants even by seeing a pair of erected nipples wherever they are. even though the size of the ship is important (yes, that myth is true), the motion is ohhhhh so much important:</p> <p>1) by grunting and thrusting your cock in us is not going to work wonders. ever heard of motioning your body in harmony with your woman? No? well, now you have!</p> <p>2) the g-spot does really exist. probe deep yet gentle and you'll find it.</p> <p>3) of course, by cuming in 2mins, is not going to help either. take ur damn time and hold it back - dont be selfish bastards even in bed...</p> <p>4) no foreplay - some men are just crap at foreplay. for some men, foreplay is just a few wanks with this hand up one's pussy...do it with passion...even if there is no love involved. get the best out of it. there is nothing like seeing your woman cuming...really climaxing and not faking it...</p> <p>5) why the fuck am i giving sex lessons? who am i now? Xena the Mantra Teacher?</p> <p>6) tomorrow i have physio!!!!!!!!! ohhhhhhhhhh baby...</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2007/01/29/the_female_anatomy_v_marine_vessels~1646456/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2007/01/29/the_female_anatomy_v_marine_vessels~1646456/Mon, 29 Jan 2007 21:23:51 +0100 <p>as you bloggees who read my blogs, i like to fuck around, sleep around and flirt madly with men and i do not discriminate against married men - i sincerely think that they are simply divine in bed: 1) older; 2) dying for a good fuck; 3) experienced; 4) charming bastards.</p> <p>however, i do get disgusted with married men that frankly tell you that they want to bed you (OK at this point), need more sex activities (again, OK) BUT listen, i am HAPPILY married. huh? happily married and needs another woman??</p> <p>i do not believe in love and i do not believe in marriage. thats too much of a lovey-dovey mills & boon dream that i do not wish to think of. but let's picture this: me being married and HAPPY (please do not forget the word HAPPY) but i still want to boink other men..it just doesnt make sense. is having sex with another person acceptable even if you have a HAPPY marriage? </p> <p>that is repulsive - i prefer getting fucked by a married man who is unhappy in his marriage than being with a HAPPILY married man. why? it just goes against nature. what if he lies that his marriage is bad just to bed you? well, everyone is a good liar...and i guess you were tricked (but what is the definition of HAPPY anyways) and anyways when you fuck a married man, there are no questions to be asked - it is purely sex. you dont even need to know if he works or not, if he has kids, where he lives etc...he is NOT potential life companion...and oh yes, his name does not matter either: they prefer being called "big daddy", "hotstuff", and hearing compliments about how long and thick their dicks are.</p> <p>it seems as if when a married guy tells a girl who he wants to fuck that he is happily married, the guy thinks that we are going to go crazy about that idea. we're not. we don't need a contented married men in our beds - there is no such thing as happiness..i would steer clear from these people...</p> <p>samantha of sex and the city once said that a dog can lick his ass because he can and it is the same with men - they can get away from it. but hey, by chatting up a girl and telling her that you are HAPPILY married, is NOT going to get you anywhere especially if the girl just wants sex. girls who just want sex from a man, do not want to hear how happy their marriage is. everyone knows that men who dip their cocks in different honey jars, are NOT happy with their current honey at home (prob. not sweet enough?) . period. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2007/01/25/men_and_honey_jars~1622145/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2007/01/25/men_and_honey_jars~1622145/Thu, 25 Jan 2007 21:12:03 +0100 <p>as soon as i loaded my email account at work, i got oh such wonderful news - my landlady emailed me to tell me that Marathon Boy (my flatmate who lives on top of me) handed in his notice yesterday and is moving out next month. oh joy!!!</p> <p>joy joy joy - there is a god.</p> <p>their sex life is still very limited - i doubt it very much that they include foreplay in their NIGHTLY session. yes nightly. two stupid 21 year olds have more sex than me, a 25 year old professional chick. however, if i had sex which lasted 5mins (i am NOT exaggerating thought i do prefer remaining in this state and feeling my pink long and thick vibrator up my pussy than getting fucked for a couple of mins). </p> <p>at 21 i was being fucked by a 40 year old, getting drunk every night and just enjoying the soreness of his throbbing cock up inside me....which, may I add, lasted all fucking night...every pun intended...</p> <p>what i cant understand is that at 21 not only should you be fucking like a rabbit, but sex should last all damn night - irrespective of whether you have work/school the next day. thats the great thing about being 21 - you normally have minimum responsibilities and it feels good to wake up the next day sore and tired but on the other hand totally satisfied that you got fucked, nibbled, licked and kissed.</p> <p>i should corrupt Marathon Boy before he leaves and show him one hell of a good time. but on the other hand, why should i give him that opportunity? he keeps me awake late and i get up cranky the next day....so no, dear MB, i am NOT going to give you that intense of pleasure you can't handle....</p> <p>another thing, id like to say for tonight - why do married men seem so much more attractive? my physiotherapist is driving me crazy (in a sexual way, of course). saw him yesterday... gorgeous..and him probbing my neck and inner back curve is turning me on way too much....</p> <p>men...i do hate your guts, but man, i do adore you!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2007/01/24/my_housemate_and_his_sex_life~1615874/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2007/01/24/my_housemate_and_his_sex_life~1615874/Wed, 24 Jan 2007 21:01:01 +0100 <p>i always got fucked by older men - the older the better...of course, by implying 'the older the better', not a 70 yr old limp-dick man either. i don't particularly want to date and have a serious relationship with an older man - usually, an older man has excess baggage and lugguage without handles...but in the sack, older men are just divine...</p> <p>my first older man (F) was around 41 and i was around 19 maybe. he was good looking, dark, tall and a libido of a 20 year old. the only think he treated with respect was my body especially my pussy. he was unreliable with meeting up etc...but hey, it was pure sex, who needed reliability? my pussy was treated like there was no tomorrow - poked, probbed, licked, sucked...he used to suck my clit so hard that i used to cum just by feeling his teeth nibbling it and his lips tugging at it. man, that was good.</p> <p>the difference between 'seeing' an older guy (by older guy, i refer to ages at least from 30ish to 50ish) is that the girl's pleasure is his priority - there is no selfishness - he just enjoys seeing the gal cum and moan with pleasure.</p> <p>on the other hand, a guy my age is not exactly the best - sex may be hot, but the way an older man touches your body, caresses you, kisses your lips and treats you like a naughty girl in bed, is just unique...and there is something so daring in being with an older man especially when you are much younger than him...</p> <p>an older guy knows what to do and what not to do when it comes to 'etiquette' with a girl. their are charming, lying bastards, but they always manage to lure you back to their den - and lets face it, having him thrusting inside you with his hot throbbing cock is better than staying without it...</p> <p>cheers to that! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2007/01/21/older_men_and_sex~1596486/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2007/01/21/older_men_and_sex~1596486/Sun, 21 Jan 2007 21:42:05 +0100 <p>whoever denies having a sexual fantasy is a fucking prim and proper prick, or how i like to call them: the 3P person.</p> <p>along the years my sexual fantasies seem to have increased:</p> <p>1) my main fantasy (which i really doubt will be fulfilled but hey that is why it is called a fantasy) is this. picture it: a plane full of passengers (preferably 3P people) and me in the cockpit with the captain. it is amazing...when you see a man in uniform, it doesn't make a difference if he's good looking or not...there is just something seriously attractive with men in suits and uniforms. so let me continue...well basically it involves me in the cockpit sitting on all those buttons and my captain fucking me hard miles up in the sky and of course with the mic on. i picture myself moaning and screaming with pleasure..and yes, i know if my curvy ass is on all those buttons, the aircraft will be doomed..but it is a fantasy and i have every damn right to picture it!!!!</p> <p>2) riding my oh so gorgeous boss. the guy is sooooo way out of my league: tall, blue eyes, brown hair...i dont particularly like men with specs but he wears them to work and just sooo delicioso. please note, riding him on his desk, with the blinds open after hours...and pref. with some ppl still working in the offices...getting in trouble is such an adrenaline booster. </p> <p>3) having a 3some with 2 guys: that wd be mega pleasure. imagine this: one guy going down on me and me sucking the other guy - now that wd be the utmost pleasure...</p> <p>4) lately another fantasy is getting it on with a woman. not stick thin. nothing to hang on to. but she has to have nice big perky boobs with big nipples. i have something for boobs. boobs are hot. now i understand why men go crazy for tits. no reason to explain it..just imagining myself sucking on an erect nipple, makes me go weak and WET.</p> <p>if my body was perfect in every aspect, i think id want to be a strip tease. yes a hot slutty lap dancer....dancing and stripping on a guy's lap - what more cd you want and need? i guess that's fantasy number 5. i must stop. it is longer than i thought!!!!</p> <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_censored.gif" alt=">:XX" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2007/01/11/explicit_sexual_fantasies~1543550/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2007/01/11/explicit_sexual_fantasies~1543550/Thu, 11 Jan 2007 21:19:01 +0100 <p>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.</p> <p>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....</p> <p>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.</p> <p>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. </p> <p>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? </p> <p>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!!!!!</p> <p>i've said enough for today..... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2007/01/09/friends_with_benefits~1535227/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2007/01/09/friends_with_benefits~1535227/Tue, 09 Jan 2007 21:49:42 +0100 <p>i have a short question for today:</p> <p>why would any ex bf (or gf) look deep in your eyes and look at your mouth if, lets say, you coincidentally bump into each other in the street?</p> <p>is it my imagination perhaps?</p> <p>xxx </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2007/01/06/a_short_question~1522599/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2007/01/06/a_short_question~1522599/Sat, 06 Jan 2007 20:52:30 +0100 <p>ive been inside since saturday: i look pale, my hair is greasy, ive got this gigantic zit on my cheek and i need a good shaving, exfoliating and moisturising (not my face, no - my body parts thank you very much).<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wth.gif" alt="|-|" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>yes, folks: im sick. not only mentally (we all know that by now) but physically. this damn flu.<img src="/img/smilies/graysigh.gif" alt=":**:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>mind you, got the jab last week. </p> <p>i am NOT ever getting that jab thing AGAIN. it is not worth the prick and the side effects. but when they offered it for FREE at work, of course i booked myself. free is free rite? </p> <p>ive been entertaining myself by watching DVDs, trying to work on my assignment (yeah rite) and basically chatting to my friends (colleagues via email, girlfriends [and fuck buddies of course] via MSN).</p> <p>Last nite, C, L (girlfriends) and myself were on a three-way chat on MSN. First it was me and L - we were both browsing on Ann Summers' website. i feel like buying some lingerie. end of story. if im going to get some nooky back home, i have to improvise. so i saw this leopard print set..listen to this: a nice bra with slits so the nipples are exposed and crotchless panties.. haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....i like mucho.</p> <p>then there was this black lace sexy cami. i like mucho mucho too. will probably buy that. im blessed in the upper shelf department so it will look good. praise the lord.</p> <p>would like a whip to crack it around - my friend C forbade me to do so - she said, i cant be trusted with those stuff - i might get carried away. i think she's right. i have a lot of anger bottled up in me - <img src="/img/smilies/icon_evil.gif" alt=">:-[" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>i never heard that a guy is NOT turned on by tits. i cant quite believe that. my friend C's bf, does NOT get turned on with boobies. but prefers some backside sightings... probably both are liked, but not to like boobs???? is that freaky or what? i would def. freak out if my guy didnt like boobs...its like saying a girl doesnt like it when a guy's gearbox is erect!!!!!</p> <p>---</p> <p>i must admit - im addicted to shower gels and body creams. not the cheap 99p ones. but from Molton Brown to Jo Malone - can't get quite enough of them. must stop. must must stop. just saw my credit card bill. will stop...</p> <p>how can i? this body deserves the best.....prrrr</p> <p>-------------- </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/12/12/i_m_sick_in_every_sense_of_the_word~1429384/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/12/12/i_m_sick_in_every_sense_of_the_word~1429384/Tue, 12 Dec 2006 15:36:39 +0100 <p>i can't believe this crap. </p> <p>last week, two guys that i used to date, contacted me on msn just to say 'hello'. both of them asking me when im going back home for xmas.</p> <p>and yes, both of them want to fuck my brains out.</p> <p>what is it with guys? when ur in the same country as them, they don't bother...they don't call...and THEN all of a sudden, you move to another country, you get over them, you simply forget them, and out of the frigging blue, they bounce back to life. what the fuck?</p> <p>so...there's KT and D. KT is big fun - he is a great drinking buddy..nothing ever materialised with him...i was still hung up about K and well, i was acting weird, and well i totally fucked it up by being paranoid and clingy...we kinda remained friends...but lost contact for over a year until he messages me like 2 months ago. we both updated each other about our lives and that's that. last week i was minding my own business watching a dvd and KT messages me....and he gave me enough bait to say that he wants us to get together and get it on. KT is def. NOT the type of guy who will get into a long-term serious relationship...he's too fucked up trying to find himself...going from one job to the other...he always has a new venture - from working as a real estate agent, having a tile business to advertising?????!!!! his latest news is that he wants to move to spain...i dont know what else...</p> <p>anyways..he's good looking and i love his company..but im not feeling it..even though i might be gagging for a nice shag, i've lost my mojo i think.</p> <p>Then there's D - D is seperated with two daughters and he informed me last week that his sep. is legalised now. when i broke up with K, i only wanted a fuck buddy - possibly not 100% attracted to a f.b. so i won't have any feelings involved. and D came along. sometimes his face reminds me of Frankenstein. he's a screwed up person but i can twist him around my little finger anytime i want.... and we fight like an old married couple. by the way too....i know..complicated. </p> <p>anyways, D, wants a piece of me too...</p> <p>i have bad news for both KT and D -- I'm fed up of going back in the past, rekindling something for an hour...then back in reality..rocking back and forth is getting me giddy to be honest....it's all about future tense now...no K, no KT and no D.....finally... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/12/11/past_tense_v_future_tense~1424105/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/12/11/past_tense_v_future_tense~1424105/Mon, 11 Dec 2006 00:34:47 +0100 <p>i am feeling very weird lately - weird in the sense that i feel like i don't know where i belong anymore...</p> <p>i moved to the uk to improve my career supposingly...after a year, now i realise that a) i wanted to run away; b) i hoped that things with K will improve.</p> <p>K is here in the UK. We sort of got together for lunch in February - no one had the decency to call back (well, I took him out to lunch coz it was his bday - he had to pay coz a) i had no cash on me, b) my cards got rejected - embarrassing, yes) so i had promised him that i will call again and take him out...</p> <p>never did - didn't have the balls. even though i love the guy like mad...i froze. i am afraid of rejection...especially from him..</p> <p>sometimes i wish i can wake up and forget the last 2 years of my life..well, the last 2 years of my life being the good and bad times with K and the hard time of moving away from my 'home country'.</p> <p>K and I met online. Yes, the freakish kind of way. I met up with him because coincidentally we got to know that our mothers knew each other. Believe me, it was NOT love at first time. However, by the third date, I swore to myself, that if K was not the one, no one will ever be the one.</p> <p>K was everything I wanted in a guy: intelligent, educated, clean and had a good simple dress style. He was level-headed and knew how to put me into place. He was short. I was short. We were like two shrimp. Can you imagine how short our kids would have been? ha ha. He never did show his feelings. He wasn't cold but he wasnt over-romantic either.</p> <p>Sometimes I wish I had the balls to just pick up the fone and say: Listen, K, I adore you...I miss you...You're the one for me...Am I the one for you so we can just get it on and end this drama...</p> <p>Years ago, I once heard my father talking to someone and saying that when someone has his/her heart broken, one can go mental, bonkers. I laughed at the time and called anyone a sucker who went bonkers for a person...but now i understand those people who fell in love, got hurt and now lost it...</p> <p>some hearts are broken into millions of pieces which is impossible to be whole again..in order for that heart to be whole again, the person who actually broke it can fully mend it again...thats my point...</p> <p>i might want to start dating a totally new man. yes i think i do...but decency is hard to find nowadays..</p> <p>guys like K, don't come long very often along my path it seems..</p> <p>another final thing....How the hell did Matt from Busted win the Jungle? Have I missed something????? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/12/02/k~1394753/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/12/02/k~1394753/Sat, 02 Dec 2006 22:02:06 +0100 <p>I know that the UK is not particularly a warm country especially in winter, but, being caught in a train with all the windows closed + the heat blasting against my leg + being squashed against the window seat + being in a full train, does NOT help the level of my body temperature and stuffiness.</p> <p>this morning, for some unknown reason, my usual train was cancelled and even the one before that. so i was on this train where passengers from 3 trains were on. it was full to the brim and i was lucky enough to find a seat (of course squashed against the window but anyways). windows closed - hey i was feeling both hot and claustophobic already as soon as i sat down. so i opened the window. the guy on the other aisle tried to catch my eye and starting shaking his head as if i had just let a loud fart go...</p> <p>hey....i just opened the fucking window. everyone is breathing the damn same air...i don't want to get sick dammit..</p> <p>he shook his head a couple of times whilst trying to catch my eye. </p> <p>all of a sudden, the guy sitting next to me told me: "can you close the window?" (at this point, Mr Shaker was looking at me with his blue piercing eyes). I answered: "No, I can't - I have morning sickness". case closed.</p> <p>and oh by the way, i did NOT have morning sickness, ie: i am NOT pregnant. just for everyone's information.</p> <p>why do some people prefer breathing each other's germs etc rather than feeling a bit chilly but have some clean refreshing air? what is wrong with some people?</p> <p>=============<br> i am really pissed off at the chef at work today....afternoon tea dessert was supposingly choc muffin with melted choc inside...i couldn't resist. i bought one..and guess what?</p> <p>----no melted choc. just a normal choc muffin-----</p> <p>i was gutted - what an anti-climax that was ----</p> <p>oh well..... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/29/let_some_air_in~1383554/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/29/let_some_air_in~1383554/Wed, 29 Nov 2006 21:42:28 +0100 <p>i'm not much of a sentimental person, romance is not my forte. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>i had vowed to myself years ago that i would never fall in love....being dependent on someone else freaks me out big time.</p> <p>however, 2 years ago, i actually did fall in love (so much for my vow eh)...it didn't work out...</p> <p>and i am still head over heels in love with K (my ex) which is sad. true.<img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>i have dated guys after him, but it seems that no one can live up to K. K is K. thats what i tell the girls at work. they tell me to get out more on the dating scene, but to be honest, i can't really be bothered to go through the whole dating process again for a number of reasons:</p> <p>1) i am seriously bored of the usual questions that are asked on the first few dates like, job occupation, likes and dislikes, etc. i just cant take the repetition again..it is just too much hassle emotionally...<img src="/img/smilies/graysleep.gif" alt=":zz:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>2) non-reciprocral feelings - it is always tough if you're liked or not, how you are going to let down the person bla bla...if he's going to call,,,,or should i call? its just too time consuming...<img src="/img/smilies/grayconfused.gif" alt=":??:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>3) having a decent relationship and then all of a sudden, POOF, it's finished...and you end up with a broken heart. <img src="/img/smilies/graysigh.gif" alt=":**:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>basically i think that relationships are ANTI-CLIMAXES. (is that the plural for climax?)...even though having a man around to carry my grocery bags, to drive me to the pc shop (had to walk it in the rain today), to have someone to warm me up during the night, (and of course to shag, duh), i just don't think it is worth the time and emotions to invest in a relationship which will eventually break down. <img src="/img/smilies/grayno.gif" alt=":no:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>one of my girlfriends, C, meets tons of guys online. i asked her last week whilst drowning down glasses of wine amidst smoke: C, why the hell do u meet so many guys? - what exactly do you want with them? A fuck or a relationship? Well, she actually admitted that she wanted to relationship. Bully for her. She started to see this guy right, and after 2 dates he told her that he never felt like this for anyone. my reaction would be this: RUN RUN RUN. she actually was smitten by those words. we girls just dont learn. we never do. we promise ourselves not to get hurt again, not to believe any bullshit blurted out from a guy's mouth...but we still fall in that trap again...</p> <p>of course C made me sick with all the texts she got that nite...from her guy...jealous? no. envious? well maybe a bit...but just envious of the thought of having someone on the other side of the line thinking about me....but not envious of hearing a guy BLA BLAing about how special i am after 2 dates....C, that is danger....<img src="/img/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" alt=":crazy:" class="middle" border="0"><br> <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/26/feelings_venus_and_mars~1369336/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/26/feelings_venus_and_mars~1369336/Sun, 26 Nov 2006 00:23:32 +0100 <p>in my last blog, i told you guys about my new laptop. well, its damaged due to some pixel problems. cant believe this shit. after making TONS of phone calls (and i mean, tons) and different people telling me different things, i can finally take it to the store and get a new one...of all the laptops pc world has, i had to get the defected one.</p> <p>un-fucking-believable.</p> <p>hoW dare a technician tell me that if the trouble shooting via fone doesnt work, ill have to send it in for repair???? huh???? a 1-day old laptop sent in for repair already?</p> <p>over my dead body...</p> <p>i stood my ground, was utterly rude and bitchy and INSISTED that not only do i get a new one, but break the rules and make me go direct to the store to get a new one (as i bought it online, couldnt actually do that had to dhl it). so now hopefully tomorrow will change my pc.</p> <p>again...un-fucking-believable.</p> <p>ANYWAYS...my boss left a voicemail for me today at work telling me that her loo got flooded and was waiting for the plumber. why go into detail? horseface, i don't give a flying fuck...unfortunately, she didnt drown in the flood...oh well....she probably clogged her loo with her big constipated shit. </p> <p>the weekend is here again, and im seriously going to chill out. ie: catch up on some good snooze. the prob is...i can never sleep late on w/e. why...and then weekdays i have to drag my tired body out of bed..it just aint fair...sob sob.</p> <p>and oh..thank god scott is outta the jungle...who the fuck is that guy\/ what a bloody pussy...ur either in the jungle to blend with mother nature or dont go in!!!!!!!!! sheeeshhhhhhhhhhhhh...</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/24/argh~1366283/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/24/argh~1366283/Fri, 24 Nov 2006 23:44:39 +0100 <p>my laptop has arrived. i think, until now, pcworld offers good service, but DHL is the pits. dhl's delivery hours are from 9am to 5pm right. today i logged on to track my delivery and dhl stated that my pc was in the van at 9.09am. guess what time i got my laptop? at fucking 5.30ish pm.</p> <p>got it at work as having things delivered at home is useless. as soon as i saw the box i wanted to faint. how the fuck was i going to carry that box from work where i have 15mins walk to the station, take a train and then another 10mins walk home.</p> <p>so the kind post supervisor at work, T, looked at me like...hmm..now what the fuck are YOU gonna do? we opened the big box to find another box, smaller this time which still wasnt heavy..he wrapped it up for me..and i walked in the streets of LONDON with this goddamn box. embarassing? me? bien sur..(hey i took the bus to the station and a taxi from the station back home to home - who the hell u think i am? the box lady or what). anyways....</p> <p>the problem is yet to come...couldnt fuckin connect to internet. called my friend M, who kinda understands pcs really good for a gay guy. we were lost coz my system kept saying that my wireless connection was off. anyways i couldnt bloody find that button..and I DID NOT WANT TO READ THE MANUAL. </p> <p>called another friend..D. he wasn't home...dammit.</p> <p>had to read the manual...double dammit.</p> <p>surprisingly enough, found what i was looking for in a couple of secs..and guess what? my w.c. button WAS indeed switched off...and i would have never found it if i hadnt read the instructions...</p> <p>i kinda quit cigs this week (sunday nite consisted of turkish dinner, lots of red wine, lots of cigs and lots of filth shared with my gfs a' la sex and the city) but i had to lite one to celebrate my triumph that i am well capable of reading the manual...YEY.</p> <p>patience is a virtue...</p> <p>re. city boys..whoever works in the city, dont tell me, but a man in a suit..is oh so yummy...our city boys rock. i am always fuckin turned on at lunch....beautiful...havent seen McDonalds boy all week - i wonder where the hell he is. i miss him. oh BOOHOOO...anyways...will catch up with all of ya later.</p> <p>ps: my flatmate LIFE IS LIFE. just ate fish fingers and man do they stink... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/23/manual_book_instructions_patience_and_ci~1362659/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/23/manual_book_instructions_patience_and_ci~1362659/Thu, 23 Nov 2006 22:59:13 +0100 <p>My laptop is fucked. Yes, totally fucked. I think I have a hard drive problem from what people are telling. Fucked, Fucked, Fucked; Bugger, Bugger, Bugger!</p> <p>I need my laptop for these reasons:</p> <p>1) for my MBA assignments (yeah rite);<br> 2) to shop online (hell yeah);<br> 3) check my personal mail (not many love letters, mind you);<br> 4) and of course, letting off some steam by blogging (which is so cheaper than therapy).</p> <p>Missed me? <img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Well, I am back (at an Internet cafe) for a bit. Ordered a nice new laptop yesterday which should take 5-7 days to deliver. Why so long? If they have it in store, just fucking send it. Anyways...I honestly did not feel like paying hundreds for a laptop..but shit happens and I have no friggin choice...</p> <p>Saw McDonalds Boy yesterday at the station. What a cutie! However, I was too damn aggravated for footsie and stars-in-my-eyes kinda look. (aggravated about my laptop, of course!!!!).</p> <p>I so felt like kicking myself the other day. If my leg was long enough I would have kicked myself in the ass so hard. Called my ex!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...well I SORTA called him. I dialled his number (private number of course, why should I reveal myself?) and as soon as I heard the click of him picking up, I lost my balls and hung up.!!!!</p> <p>Ball-less, gut-less, mega-CHICKEN!!</p> <p>Bugger!</p> <p>I'm off...My hair appointment is in a couple of minutes...</p> <p>Ciao</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/18/grrrr~1342763/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/18/grrrr~1342763/Sat, 18 Nov 2006 12:47:20 +0100 <p>OK - I have to admit this. I have this mega crush on McDonalds boy. Totally into him - that kind of teenage crush where blushings, starings and day dreaming are involved..and oh yes, driving my colleagues craaaaazy about him! <img src="/img/smilies/graybigeek.gif" alt="88|" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p>Like every other morning, saw my hunk at the train station. I arrived before he did (which is rare but I couldn't give a fuck to blow dry my hair so gained a couple of extra minutes). I was sitting on a bench and along came MY MAN (I wish) and stopped in front of my bench. We got on the same carriage and there was an empty seat next to him or opposite him. The 'dscreet' person that I am, I sat on the opposite seat (I was afraid that I might transmit some smitten-vibes). All OK until now. Settled into my seat quite comfortably with my iPOD and sunnies on. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="B)" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p>McD boy glanced several times at me today (of course he did not know that I knew ....a dark pair of sunnies makes your eye movements oh so incognito)...Ahhh....I asked my friend L. why would he look at a girl. He came up with this:</p> <p>a) I might like the gal;<br> b) The gal is interesting to look at;<br> c) Or she's plain weird.</p> <p>Hmmm........Weird?! I think not!!!<br> But I could be weird for him....wearing sunnies on a train perhaps? But it WAS sunny...I swear...<img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>And yes, I, *name*, am smitten. </p> <p>Sickening<br> Maddening<br> Embarassing</p> <p>Shame on meeeeeee.........................<img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/15/i_am_totally_smitten_so_sickening~1333991/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/15/i_am_totally_smitten_so_sickening~1333991/Wed, 15 Nov 2006 20:36:01 +0100 <p>I do not mean to be unkind to Mr Liza Minelli but what the fuck is wrong with David? I was watchng that celebrity jungle thingy last nite (with my Haagen Dazs ice cream of course) and there is something terribly freaky about him:</p> <p>1) It is known that he is a plastic-dolly fanatic. I think the heat in Australia is melting his face off. I mean, what the hell is that? And then, there's the snoring.....and the sexual jargon he uses to describe the gals...If he thinks he stands a chance of boinking ANY of them..oh Davey..you are oh sooooo wrong....However I am glad that the public voted him to get into that tank with all those creatures - hi hi hi *evil laugh*. I so wish he doesn't get voted off though - he is such an easy target to pick on!!! Don't you think?</p> <p>2) My darling boss is still calling me 'honey' which is pissing the shit out of me - I can feel my blood boiling just thinking about it. She might fancy me...I'm sorry horse-face, I don't swing that way! She really knows how to get my knickers in a twist! I would like to take her out of the office and beat her up and drag her from her dry hair....mmmm......(make love not war....ok ok).</p> <p>3) Saw McDonalds guy today (you'll have to read previous blogs to get the jist about McD boy. Kinda cute...He will do for now...and the good thing is that....he lives quite close to me..ha.....sat next to him twice last week. I have to try and fall asleep on him now...Brushing of arms (ticked)...next must snuggle up to him...hmmmm.....</p> <p>4) A gf of mine had a blind date tonight with some guy she chats online with - she cancelled because he changed his name twice. First he told her that his name was Mark..apparently today his name is John - identity crisis. Finding a 'normal' guy online is like finding a needle in a haystack - it is oh so NOT worth the time I think...</p> <p>Ok - my inspiration level is dwindling....Ciao...</p> <p>PS: Commuters at Liverpool Str Station, please stop walking in my feet - it terribly ruins my pace speed...TSK.. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/14/david_gest_et_al~1330458/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/14/david_gest_et_al~1330458/Tue, 14 Nov 2006 21:08:12 +0100 <p>For some weird and unknown reason I always hated Sundays. Sundays have an eerie feeling to them especially in winter. Where I originally come from (somewhere in Europe), Sunday was the day of the Lord - shops are closed, dogs stay in and people just lazy it up at home. And of course, the next day is school - in my case, present day...its work (what fun). I am a workaholic I must admit but Monday is always a Monday. Normally people at work are grumpy on Mondays, it takes a whole hell of a time to get started on your work and honestly, I can't give a fuck on a Monday. Period.</p> <p>At the moment, I am in a houseshare until I move in my new house which seems like an eternity especially when you have 5 house mates who are totally wacked up:</p> <p>1) Marathon Boy and Giggly Girl - GG is MB's gf. She doesn't actually live here in theory, but in practice, she's ALWAYS here. She takes a shower and leaves her remaining hair in the clog (had to tell her last week). They fuck like rabbits (where each hump lasts for 5mins and it seems that GG's way of climaxing is not moaning but giggling [hence her nickname]). How do I know that it lasts for 5mins? Well: a) I time them (what a loser) and b) his room is on top of mine so I can hear his bed squeaking. </p> <p>2) Then there's 'Life is Life' who apparently works at the airport making coffee, from some unknown island in Europe near Portugal, who does not speak a word in English. The only phrase she is sure of is: Life is Life. Again, hence her nickname. And, yes, her cooking smells foul.</p> <p>3) Casper - Another foreign guy who is rarely seen BUT heard. He talks to himself a lot. Works somewhere with nightshift. So whilst I am preparing for work, he comes in from work. Typical ghost. Spooky guy.</p> <p>4) Then there's my Trolly Dolly who is basically my only sane friend in this dump. </p> <p>5) A female trolly dolly who I haven't nicknamed yet - comes from some east europe and is weird in her own way - friendly but detached. Do not really see her that often.</p> <p>So back to my Sunday blogging....I hate Sundays...They don't make sense at least for me. So tomorrow I have no choice but march into work and pretend that I give a fuck (well I do in a way I need the dough) and work my ass off. </p> <p>I honestly think that Sundays are made to stay in bed...</p> <p>IF YOU GET OFFENDED WITH WHAT IM GOING TO SAY, STOP READING NOW!</p> <p>....with a nice beefy rugby-type of bloke near me...fucking me for England. ha!</p> <p>xxx </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/12/sundays~1323114/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/12/sundays~1323114/Sun, 12 Nov 2006 20:44:02 +0100 <p>i've become hooked to this x-factor program thingy. and of course i have my comments about it:</p> <p>1) Louis Walsh - god help the man. There is something pathetic about him. From the way he talks to the way he uses his hands to comment. I mean...hello? What's the score, Walshy boy? I don't like him he's a 'vicious little man'.</p> <p>2) Sharon Osbourne is another fake - she tries to depict herself as the mediator between L and S. Look at me I'm so angelic kinda look...nah...I must admit though...she looks fab.</p> <p>3) Simon - he just says it as it is. I think he's sexy...WAIT..but in a disgusting kind of way.....(does that actually make sense?)</p> <p>what was the score tonight? I neither like Nikita nor Ray - but keeping Elvis Presley-Frank Sinatra impersonator on tonight was EVIL of Simon - shame on you Simon (I might not give you any loving tonight - ha!). Nikita is a moaner who turned the program into a pity-me-please-so-I-can-win contest (I do sympathise with her but X factor is not the right place for that) while Ray is a little too cheerful for my taste....His face will be perfect as a punching bag...argh..</p> <p>The groups...hmm...the Scottish guys are useless...Eaton Road not bad but not fantastic in my opinion..but will def. get loads of votes..</p> <p>I adore Leona...I think she's an angel.</p> <p>Ben isn't that bad either but I am not the rocker-type-gal...so...</p> <p>thats the score..... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/11/x_factor~1320419/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/11/x_factor~1320419/Sat, 11 Nov 2006 23:02:35 +0100 <p>I have a few things I have to get off my chest:</p> <p>1) I am oh so fed up of hearing about Madonna's new accessory - fed up to a point where I cannot see or hear about her moaning about David Banda. oh Boo-hoo. Enough already. I admit that she is the ultimate Material Girl (no one and I mean no one has the balls to crucify her/himself at a concert and yet still couldn't give a toss) but this baby thing is driving me insaneeee...every paper, every link...Madonna..baby...Malawi...David...Banda....He's here, he's real and he's here to stay...Next...</p> <p>2) Ah yes...I have a question for all the blokes who take the 'ONE' services from herts to liverpool str and vice versa: are your balls so damn big that you cannot keep your legs remotely closer to each other and let us gals have a seat and not HALF a seat?</p> <p>3) well done britney! sucker...</p> <p>4) I am well fed up of one of my bosses calling me "cherie", "sugar plum", "honey", and thanking me in french (merci). I am not your cherie, sugar plum, honey....and thank god will never be...thank you very much or shall I thank you in French as well? (merci beaucoup?)..Leave me alone...the less I see you and speak to you from Mon to Fri, the better off my digestive system is...</p> <p>4) to my colleague who sits next to me - you are one hell of a moody bitch - these moods are screwing me up big time...hence this bitchy blog tonight..</p> <p>5) ah yes..how can I forget to mention this....5.55pm train from Liverpool St (stansted express)today..friday 10th nov....gorgeous guy....your smile made my day....ahhhhh *blush*. brit boys are just lovely...</p> <p>6) oh and to the guy at B.S. train station every morning catching the 8.18am train..how can you eat McDonalds brekkie every single morning and not get fat? that is beyond me....</p> <p>7) oh and another thing....people who make private calls on the train...wtf? why do you have to announce that you are transferring money on the 17th and will need 10 days to clear in order to transfer them to buy your house? NO ONE CARES! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/10/bitchy_observations~1317389/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://pinkdice.blog.co.uk/2006/11/10/bitchy_observations~1317389/Fri, 10 Nov 2006 22:39:51 +0100