tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40433697484192827632024-03-16T08:54:23.256+08:00Ice Cream And Rainbows"Story Of My Life..."
~N!LoC~N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.comBlogger746125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-35911304715354978982024-03-16T08:52:00.002+08:002024-03-16T08:53:51.754+08:00Can't Shake It Off...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH-wLnPHrYHWVVr63VIlwyYy8es_h0xfsKyGxpQ4ZbSCnGfPzqcyEiMRbuu41xxvkwEaEfq_gyfMd7pCX0qIxnq0ahR2d0Sf9-LMLPC4dqGu-2ohYqFD09TtrtVXsFOq466iftV0u_JZmQAQ5QV3MCzsonR3rb62on0_bnJ_Su5DWzW_riUrehglBMRmd_/s1656/431259687_25155972477349456_8007967849342465126_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH-wLnPHrYHWVVr63VIlwyYy8es_h0xfsKyGxpQ4ZbSCnGfPzqcyEiMRbuu41xxvkwEaEfq_gyfMd7pCX0qIxnq0ahR2d0Sf9-LMLPC4dqGu-2ohYqFD09TtrtVXsFOq466iftV0u_JZmQAQ5QV3MCzsonR3rb62on0_bnJ_Su5DWzW_riUrehglBMRmd_/w594-h640/431259687_25155972477349456_8007967849342465126_n.jpg" width="594" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-75920349622950415802024-03-02T23:20:00.002+08:002024-03-02T23:22:56.609+08:00Another Flip Of A Switch...<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMraqHY2LPkw_2hp-plGLCZ2DlREMk_tnH3k-x_RW2C0_Ajrn9v5KtC9um08IN0jkgON2dhX0foF2Yh0PQJNiRP4Lvw6Q_W57cAfwKLA2z5vUf9mqMRlI-Z123-Jb5HgnXaOjiL4gfez4ctTa0SIIBU0YDz1dK0X3Lcwbkb6jybuxWQMqmslCmz2PaJ5OD/s1536/429619041_919654876517802_5128357504227734409_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="265" data-original-width="1536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMraqHY2LPkw_2hp-plGLCZ2DlREMk_tnH3k-x_RW2C0_Ajrn9v5KtC9um08IN0jkgON2dhX0foF2Yh0PQJNiRP4Lvw6Q_W57cAfwKLA2z5vUf9mqMRlI-Z123-Jb5HgnXaOjiL4gfez4ctTa0SIIBU0YDz1dK0X3Lcwbkb6jybuxWQMqmslCmz2PaJ5OD/s16000/429619041_919654876517802_5128357504227734409_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-76756554381944572402024-02-22T23:11:00.003+08:002024-02-22T23:11:30.942+08:00...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDF71w97yhcWj2kVced9MaAmubZ16lB2uur7nqaBZyC3i_hf7tLLp18KXigHiLwq5xDWOYj3u5WALwUAC0WoEspVwlERhBlwvVSO6vBz8OYHktrvmFl3KUhxuDJr3awZn_bMt_MSpOGKOGDkqqEQ_uS1XhT7JMAbi6eRzYWtn-ay-lYTQ1MAM2TiWhSdY/s1536/426035948_821248116683658_7600928928112319216_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="296" data-original-width="1536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDF71w97yhcWj2kVced9MaAmubZ16lB2uur7nqaBZyC3i_hf7tLLp18KXigHiLwq5xDWOYj3u5WALwUAC0WoEspVwlERhBlwvVSO6vBz8OYHktrvmFl3KUhxuDJr3awZn_bMt_MSpOGKOGDkqqEQ_uS1XhT7JMAbi6eRzYWtn-ay-lYTQ1MAM2TiWhSdY/s16000/426035948_821248116683658_7600928928112319216_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-46870298206353554162024-02-19T22:10:00.001+08:002024-02-19T22:10:19.810+08:00I Just Need A Distraction...<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdyJ-bAhGFzbSJvZat-y6z9hMK_RiBtsw4hY4H8_js6fjRls4QITbnCudxtzd-dQZ-GOM5CEmYgTfpwzN2hwRbM8MHdK-7pDfOD_EGq3fNjBwhtUFaTUjjdXRRw-QjQGh40PAJsBayy761LcjjhPKo6jqqKMX54EaNWIqhWkXUvvlVge22uccXrPCvJuuz/s711/Reduce-Distractions-at-Work.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="463" data-original-width="711" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdyJ-bAhGFzbSJvZat-y6z9hMK_RiBtsw4hY4H8_js6fjRls4QITbnCudxtzd-dQZ-GOM5CEmYgTfpwzN2hwRbM8MHdK-7pDfOD_EGq3fNjBwhtUFaTUjjdXRRw-QjQGh40PAJsBayy761LcjjhPKo6jqqKMX54EaNWIqhWkXUvvlVge22uccXrPCvJuuz/w640-h416/Reduce-Distractions-at-Work.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Caveat; font-size: x-large;">There are little pockets of moments where I still daydream
about my experience with <a href="https://icecreamandrainbows.blogspot.com/2024/02/my-heart.html" target="_blank">cuddle boi…</a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Caveat; font-size: x-large;">On my sunset walk yesterday… my mind was actually running…
and I was running to be back on grindr and eharmony and all those crap apps…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Caveat; font-size: x-large;">I thought of contacting <a href="https://icecreamandrainbows.blogspot.com/2022/04/sexual.html" target="_blank">“married bi guy” </a>or “<a href="https://icecreamandrainbows.blogspot.com/2022/04/fun.html" target="_blank">formal wear guy” </a>just to say hi… <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Caveat; font-size: x-large;">And today…. I went as far as reaching out to “<a href="https://icecreamandrainbows.blogspot.com/2015/12/friends.html" target="_blank">J 2.0” </a>…
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Caveat; font-size: x-large;">Am I desperate ? nonchalantly crying out for help? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Caveat; font-size: x-large;">No… I think I just need to distract myself with something…
and so… I dived into what helped me get through one of the <a href="https://icecreamandrainbows.blogspot.com/2022/02/not-giving-fuck-anymore.html" target="_blank">"lowest lows of my
personal life"</a>… and went all in my facebook group.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Caveat; font-size: x-large;">Started a group chat once again… and obsessing about making
it a place to chat and take my mind off things…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Caveat; font-size: x-large;">And so far… today being day 1 … it has rightfully worked…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Caveat; font-size: x-large;">Dealing with drama and stupid ass jerks and fake scammers…
pulled me back down to the reality of guys in general…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Caveat; font-size: x-large;">They all suck…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Caveat; font-size: x-large;">And the more I get that embedded back into me… I know I will
be just <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Caveat; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://icecreamandrainbows.blogspot.com/2020/05/fine.html" target="_blank">fine….</a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Caveat; font-size: x-large;">Again…</span><o:p></o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-32826559237770502292024-02-17T23:55:00.000+08:002024-02-17T23:55:09.646+08:00Sad...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRQo90bueUJLtCpFq04lK7IdxNgIufwcQwK4g3lC6Dgr1Xc-TJgsqFtrZbs83RBcAR5j2Y-3_ayVIjqf7iTYjFeqtgTHn_rUiyEnclgL45ELmRT_JS1CMxu1SUegp3hcFYWVDf3MosALVCnfV0UT0OHI40zVjIlZgVGgqQBrBhOCRjh-lcfMJZqpBjjFF/s500/tumblr_m38nh09GRQ1r3y44lo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="281" data-original-width="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRQo90bueUJLtCpFq04lK7IdxNgIufwcQwK4g3lC6Dgr1Xc-TJgsqFtrZbs83RBcAR5j2Y-3_ayVIjqf7iTYjFeqtgTHn_rUiyEnclgL45ELmRT_JS1CMxu1SUegp3hcFYWVDf3MosALVCnfV0UT0OHI40zVjIlZgVGgqQBrBhOCRjh-lcfMJZqpBjjFF/s16000/tumblr_m38nh09GRQ1r3y44lo1_500.gif" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">So after a few days of letting my mind process everything that happened with <b><a href="https://icecreamandrainbows.blogspot.com/2024/02/my-heart.html" target="_blank">"cuddle boi"</a></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">I find myself here in this sort of imaginary crossroad of sorts… </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">What happened with him was just an extraordinary “HEART” opening experience, getting to taste a level of physical intimacy which I have never felt before…</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">And as I was doing my sunset walk earlier… and trying to walk off all these feelings… </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">Contemplating how I want “it” all now… but I can’t have “it” and probably will never have “it” … I never knew how good “it” would all feel… and can only imagine what the real “IT” would feel like…</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">And It’s a pretty basic reason why I feel sad about it..</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">And I know something sad is going on in my heart when I listen to my songs.. and those songs start to make sense again after a long time of not feeling anything…</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDb0tKHcZhg" target="_blank">Mariah tells me : </a></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"></span></p><blockquote><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">"You can find love</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">If you search within yourself</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">And that emptiness you felt</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">Will disappear"</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LKaXY4IdZ40" target="_blank">Whitney tells me :</a></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"></span></p><blockquote><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">"Who knows what miracles you can achieve?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">When you believe, somehow you will</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">You will when you believe"</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_rIk8yKDGI" target="_blank">Madonna says :</a></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"></span></p><blockquote><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">"Life is a mystery</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">Everyone must stand alone"</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=js-Wg53U-3k" target="_blank">Then Andrea goes and sings :</a></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"></span></p><blockquote><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">"It's late at night and I'm feeling down</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">There are couples standing on the street</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">Sharing summer kisses and silly sounds</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">So, I step inside, pour a glass of wine</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">With a full glass and an empty heart</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">I search for somethin' to occupy my mind</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">'Cause you are in my head</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">Swimming forever in my head</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">Tangled in my dreams</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">Swimming forever"</span></p><p></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">And how ironic that cuddle boi is a swimmer... </span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Nanum Pen Script"; font-size: xx-large;">and after my sunset walk I had this strong urge to just grab a bottle of moscato and sip it as I type this out now…</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">I aint no alcoholic.. but man.. it has probably been almost a decade since ive had a glass of wine… and this is what cuddle boi has done to me ?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">But really it’s not about him.. it’s all that transpired.. its about the bigger picture..</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">He just managed to open the door and now I’m having a hard time closing it and locking it back up</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">I have even put myself back out there on facebook, commenting and stuff hoping to spark something but my god I realized I shouldn’t fall back in to this stupid pattern of wishing and hoping again !</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">In the end cuddle boi did text me saying stuff like “what u doing?” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">(and me thinking that’s what someone says when he is thinking about you bla bla bla…) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">MY HEART jumped when I saw his text… and the few others after… but it has sadly gone "radio" silent… abruptly … </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">Expected? Well I never wish to expect this … but it happens all the time so I have to call it like it is.. and say </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">"AS EXPECTED"…</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">Just like <a href="https://icecreamandrainbows.blogspot.com/2019/02/kl-reserve-tank.html" target="_blank">horny boi</a> & <a href="https://icecreamandrainbows.blogspot.com/2017/12/the-story-of-german-sausage.html" target="_blank">german sausage</a> before him… (and that’s just 2 out of the countless more instances) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">Hell yeah im sad.. and I’ll gladly admit it… I don’t know if im just waiting for all the king’s horses and all the king’s men to come and put MY HEART back together again but… at this point… what’s really sad… is I think I’m going to </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">just step back inside </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">close the gates and lock the door…</span></p><p><br /></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-43450527624619003002024-02-15T23:52:00.007+08:002024-02-16T00:04:28.777+08:00MY HEART...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLqqvfST0u30GtQdoDFXprw5hPKAefQaR_Bg6XjP0DYJQYDx9YGS0yOrqHp81Z1osI6kq1mZD3QIa77iHpxxmajqcPUqoJ6qW09QmscUokxWK4pPf48NbxTqHopmNdnGdbzCakyvvFluqVp5oMn20186G3rFuu3CYxhBwIAyMUimImLcEwBb1HuyUc5Rb6/s2048/426758584_1842446976205333_6837484628877240913_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1028" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLqqvfST0u30GtQdoDFXprw5hPKAefQaR_Bg6XjP0DYJQYDx9YGS0yOrqHp81Z1osI6kq1mZD3QIa77iHpxxmajqcPUqoJ6qW09QmscUokxWK4pPf48NbxTqHopmNdnGdbzCakyvvFluqVp5oMn20186G3rFuu3CYxhBwIAyMUimImLcEwBb1HuyUc5Rb6/w322-h640/426758584_1842446976205333_6837484628877240913_n.jpg" width="322" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Tickling curiosity was his ponder</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Crazy spontaneous was this whole decision</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Would he even show ? was my main concern</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>He appeared … and MY HEART had a reaction</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Another fantasy had come to life</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Another dream managed to come true</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Turned out that he was super ticklish</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>It confirmed something he never knew</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>His pits was to die for</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Mythical and rare</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Hairiest I’ve ever had</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>No one before could compare </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>His screaming and laughing </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>His cursing and moaning </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>The sounds of muffled noises </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Were from excavated groaning</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>But what transpired after all of this </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Was the part I could never have fathomed</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>After the restraints came off , he just wanted to cuddle</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>MY HEART , if like a bud , felt like it had just blossomed </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>He stretched his arms up </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>I buried my face in his pit</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>No bondage involved at all</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Shit , the feeling was legit</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>We snuggled and cuddled </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>I bundled and embraced </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>He spooned and hugged</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>I laid my cheek on his face</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>We talked about anything and conversation was easy</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>So Uncharacteristic of me to be talking this comfortably </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>As the night progressed , time ticked into day</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Him falling asleep , in and out of it all the way</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>One of the things he spoke about was him being an orphan </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Growing up alone all his life with no one to hug him to sleep</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>To feel that unconditional love that can come from ones parents</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>He said hugging him made him "feel so good" , MY HEART felt it deep</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>I did not fall asleep, I had to stay awake</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Could never forgive myself if I didn’t take this all in </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>I cherished every minute laying by his side</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Ironically I got hard , delicate desires from within </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>I found myself smiling in the dark </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>MY HEART finally made my body react </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Because I never really get hard with a guy </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>A little weird thing about me but a simple fact</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>All night long , all night long</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>I hugged him with MY HEART , all night long</b></span></p><p><b><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;">(Main title of <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEi7JmN2eew" target="_blank">“The Notebook”</a> playing softly on my ipad)</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;">(Silent) ding! ding! :</span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"> </span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcD12aWs3CVCAZk7Pd0yEm9zu7cRCUh-EoqbWXgKmuJu9NlWvqP5w-qOkXIYBA1F543WqNDktPQpLXHayt_E78WLFKAc9CUJO4UoOwg7UiQikX2-HPYRn18T4dnP_-VkFlgm2rW0VEuc3ITYNK_PQtvUSJgHcCYJhmvnUQK2_BAyKNKYxJmTPcLTN9jV5B/s2048/426832982_367519766203339_5908398744417264188_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcD12aWs3CVCAZk7Pd0yEm9zu7cRCUh-EoqbWXgKmuJu9NlWvqP5w-qOkXIYBA1F543WqNDktPQpLXHayt_E78WLFKAc9CUJO4UoOwg7UiQikX2-HPYRn18T4dnP_-VkFlgm2rW0VEuc3ITYNK_PQtvUSJgHcCYJhmvnUQK2_BAyKNKYxJmTPcLTN9jV5B/w480-h640/426832982_367519766203339_5908398744417264188_n.jpg" width="480" /></span></b></a></div><b><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b><p></p><p><b><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>I took this perfect moment in all its entirety </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Accepted it for what it was and knew not to think more about it </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>My “boyfriend instincts” took over , my primal need dying to be liberated </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>I stopped suppressing the dream and MY HEART will be my culprit</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>But common sense is a friend </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Because age was his factor </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>My youthful looks was what swayed him here</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>And I can’t ignore the fact of grindr </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Sexual fluidity was his label</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Straight / gay apps for miles on his phone </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>A real sweet talker… definite playboy no doubt</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>The pursuit of happiness for him and nothing I condone</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>I may be foolish to want texts from him in the future</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Yet THERE! is my first mistake , hoping like this was just the start</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>I’m perfectly happy to take this as it was… but I also have to </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>Protect MY fragile… fragile… MY fragile… fragile </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Indie Flower; font-size: x-large;"><b>HEART..</b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-20239241057325597182024-02-15T16:39:00.001+08:002024-02-15T17:07:34.814+08:00Whipping Pig...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr_SxDg5hh5_N8ZOc2NNFieVlGeyN2lRfLDM6H_3UkUyiWXZgu8u2WwNLPolTutwfCy4HURa5v2y6A_cLQRCnmqyWA0P9YGy57Oztw-YDV5TWRnOEMx0kR4kx67GIqrepKJrxP3SVTlxql1ireXGBTa19VfZ79lzafcbQGJ2vEUMeNoKUGUmNdc2z6xXuj/s2048/1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr_SxDg5hh5_N8ZOc2NNFieVlGeyN2lRfLDM6H_3UkUyiWXZgu8u2WwNLPolTutwfCy4HURa5v2y6A_cLQRCnmqyWA0P9YGy57Oztw-YDV5TWRnOEMx0kR4kx67GIqrepKJrxP3SVTlxql1ireXGBTa19VfZ79lzafcbQGJ2vEUMeNoKUGUmNdc2z6xXuj/w313-h640/1.jpg" width="313" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFa2BDMc_vxIQsTQq9fCXoJWGR3qjJBOCdx22lgMBzELRD4GMtEUbhNfT0IWxBbYg6NJdSJo3P2B6peKFgMWMX-lO65_AlXrYeFGgm4xGra7Gt8z4myNSd1kpOo1DJrcCDrWRka3SylvD4tzpPhi93wO4-w-C6mUs4AWJrfUOd_3JNToKmUtPvqFH4dx7c/s2048/2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1020" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFa2BDMc_vxIQsTQq9fCXoJWGR3qjJBOCdx22lgMBzELRD4GMtEUbhNfT0IWxBbYg6NJdSJo3P2B6peKFgMWMX-lO65_AlXrYeFGgm4xGra7Gt8z4myNSd1kpOo1DJrcCDrWRka3SylvD4tzpPhi93wO4-w-C6mUs4AWJrfUOd_3JNToKmUtPvqFH4dx7c/w318-h640/2.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><br /><h2>and here is his testimonial :<br /><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"></h2><blockquote><h2 style="text-align: justify;">The sensation in my chest invites me to feel my sore nipples which are a fond reminder of an intense hard hand pressing grip made in only what I can imagine to be a response of the excitement you must have been felt while having me at your mercy!</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">That sensation and feel triggers bits and pieces of unforgettable memories of an afternoon, which unbelievably happened.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">Unbelievable on a few counts. </h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">One, was the somewhat randomness of this meeting, having by chance just asking you about your travel plans.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I did not for a single moment wonder if I should ever meet up with you, having known you for a good number of years now, albeit only by texting. And as you anticipated, that I would have surely shown up at your doorstep anyway, knowing how much I wanted this!</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">Unbelievable (for me, at least) that we would take a chance on meeting each other, and I would trust you completely by yielding myself and my body to whatever you might have done to me.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">Of course, there were so many requests made from my end, which ended up confusing and surely frustrating you, but no matter all the to's and fro's of our conversation, we did not for one moment, decide on any cancellation.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">Unbelievable to look back and see how much I desired for this to happen, despite the endless times I have had fantasies after fantasies, motivated by hearing your sweet voice over my edited videos, imagining being tortured by you.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">To look at the remaining yet disappearing marks and lines on my torso, created by what seemed to be unending lashes meted out by the flogger and the cane in your hands, makes me wonder if all this did indeed take place. No denying it there, as the aftermath sensations and even muscular pains in my body are a sure testimony of at least 3 hours of a sadomasochistic session.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">You were most considerate with having to choose and buy the wrist cuffs, which held me in a very secure and inescapable position without any bruising and impressions left on my skin, which would have certainly made another person wonder what might have happened.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">It would be nice, though, to try out your handcuffs one day, maybe while being restrained horizontally on the bed. I can't imagine hanging or sagging down with the weight of my body hinging on just my wrists being tightly held by those metal restraints! </h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">You are certainly a fast learner, having to learn new rope tricks from instructional videos, and certainly an ace student when it came to inflicting torturous pain with the flogger and cane.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I really did not expect you to hit hard at all, already preparing in my mind to tell you that you can and should whip me harder.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">But there was obviously no need for that, as you went to town in taking your time, walking from one side to the other, swishing that flogger like as though you've done it a million times!</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">The cane was also an unexpected but welcomed torment, with you targeting my ass, and intensifying the pain, by removing whatever protection was left over my bare skin, and skillfully using the method I had just introduced to you a few minutes earlier - the hit and pull back effect!</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">What a pleasurable time, now that I recall and reminisce, it was to endure those few hours, wishing it could go on. And really wishing we could continue on through the night, with perhaps a dinner or supper break, at least.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">What a painful time it was to actually suffer every bit of excruciating pain you so sadistically dished out, especially with the sharp pinned roller (we could give it whatever name we want).</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">That was yet another unbelievable thing.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">Unbelievable that you would begin by jabbing that implement of pain deep into my pits. To be honest, the pain was unbearable!</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">Yet, to be honest again, I wanted you to enjoy every bit of pain you planned on inflicting on my surrendered body.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">So, there was no need for a "Mariah Carey" there.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I braced myself for that, not knowing that the look on your face and the gleam in your eyes, was communicative of a dark intent of prolonging this torture, which was definitely inspired by the movie we both watched separately ~ Belle Star!</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I just loved looking into your face and eyes, with my own looks pleading for more ~ mercy or pain, I couldn't decide!</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">Well, the only part which seemed familiar and related to that movie was when you diagonally dragged that instrument across my back. The pit jabbing and slow dragging of those tiny but incredibly sharp pins rolling all over my torso, was what I imagine to be your own creative way of making and watching me suffer.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I loved your looks ~ how you seem to take pleasure in my torments. That was the reason I requested for no blindfold. </h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I loved how I could lunge forward toward your face, without intent to actually kiss you but close enough to let you know that I was truly suffering!</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I love that you remembered my suggestion of lunging my body forward, although (as explained to you), it was usually followed by heavy lashing of the back of my body. But it worked with the cane or the pin roller as well. I mean, it's supposed to be an expression of pain, genuine or not.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I can still recall falling back on you, at one point in my weariness, only to have that action repeated as many times as possible when you came up close and personal to me. </h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I certainly loved the way you caressed and smelled my suspended and outstretched arms, not missing out on my pits. (Hope they smelled good)...</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">The jabbing pain of the sharp roller pins or pin roller, was equaled by your sharp finger nails, which may be the reason some light feel of pain remains even to the next day.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I was so flattered when you mentioned that you grew your nails for me. Thank you for that as well.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">Another memory I'm amused at is when I had to muffle my cry of pain, pressing my lips against your hand, which held my upper arms. And also, when my unshaven face fell upon yours, each time you drew close to either smell me or feel my suffering.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I loved every part of that, as they were the few nano moments I could find some ease to the in-between of lashes or whatever else you planned on doing next.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">This would certainly be on the menu, should we ever meet under such circumstances. By the way, the bed frame sure did help!</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">As you stood on the bed to remove the ropes, and as I lay on the bed while kneeling on the floor, I was tempted to kiss your feet. </h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I was most submissive at that point. Heck, I was already submissive the moment I saw you and felt helpless and weak, as you removed my shirt to view what you wanted so much to see ~ me in my tanks!</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I love how you instructed me to raise my arms, and how you slowly removed my tank top. I could feel your heart racing, probably in rhythm with my own.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">Every slight detail, and as much as I can remember, shall be delightfully digested in my mind and heart, anticipating and hoping for another, perhaps longer "pain and pleasure" session.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">Then came the time to be restrained on the bed. For a brief moment, you sat on my back. I should have given you a pony ride, tired as I may have been after the first part of the torture.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">Yet, I was grateful that it was an welcome treat for me to lay my back down on your comfortable bed. Thanks for sharing that with me too.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I was prepared to have you blindfold me, as I knew it was the only way and time you would remove your clothes. The torture which followed was unique and very new to me personally. I've seen trampling before on videos, and imagined what it would be like to have knees placed on my biceps, but they remained distant imaginations only.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">When you placed your knees on my biceps, it was my time and chance to experience the intensity of that pain personally and respond appropriately.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">The cuffs were well placed, giving me enough leeway to tighten my muscles and accommodate your knees. It was also nice when you either stepped or kneed my shoulder joints close to my chest, as I could only imagine how I might have turned you on with my reactions. I couldn't see at all, but just estimate that it was either your bare feet or knees which were instrumental to my torment.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I must confess that at one small brief window moment, I had a quick peek at your sexy belly, your navel and your orange undies. I tried hard to see more, but I figure that you saw the blindfold needing some readjustment and I lost all visibility again.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">Whatever it was, the vulnerable position I was in was exciting, and to be treated with some sweet pecks of kisses here and there, now and then, was most welcoming, if not rewarding.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I felt some gratitude in some of those short pecks.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">Perhaps, that I finally showed up and willingly endured whatever we agreeably decided on.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I wanted to feel your body a little bit, but disallowed as I was, I was still glad I had the chance to grasp your hands, sliding our fingers into each other's, as I continued to be tortured under you on the bed. That was really nice!</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I am very, very sorry for the poor performance of my dick. I can only imagine that as I told you, words uttered or a piece of conversation held during the session, may have triggered some reaction. I know this, simply becos I do get turned on with movie torture scenes (such as Belle Star), Rambo 2, The Sword of the Valiant (in an almost torture rack scene) etc. and even the short videos I made with your nice voiceover in them! </h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I knew our time was short though it could have been way shorter by an hour or so. Yet, I was glad for every second we had. From hearing your voice, to meeting the real you in person, feeling your touch, and the torture you so generously inflicted on me, made me wonder at one point, as I demonstrated an upright overhead stretched position on the other side of your bed, this time fully clothed as I was making ready to leave, if I could have 3 more hours or the whole night with you, exploring other cruel methods of torture under you.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I would not have left you for sure, if I didn't have to go.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">Still, I'm grateful for the time we had. Needless to say, I can't wait for another session or more, but hate to think that this may be the only one. Meetings and sessions as such require some planning. Even the thereafter, especially for me. With displayed marks on my body, I have to cleverly avoid being seen bare, even after a shower. Well, I can certainly forget about swimming the next few days! </h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">But certainly no regrets! None at all. It was the best day I've had in this year. Thanks to you! </h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I appreciate you coming all the way. I thank you for accepting me, despite the way I look, and my poor (underside) performance. I was expecting to cum, but I guess it was what it was. I wondered why you didn't try to harden it in other ways, but it's fine. Maybe we never talked about it.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I may cum, in the privacy of my thoughts and reminisces of what you shared with me and what you gave me.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I'll be your PIG always, and next time, if we ever meet again, you can smell me again...amidst the brutal torture! Love it!</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">P.S.</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">I loved the short moment u lay on my shoulders on the bed, before u uncuffed me...</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">Also, I don't think it would have been a problem using a candle...maybe next time, eh?!</h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: justify;">Thanks, again!</h2></blockquote><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq1VuPMiUMAl1gFgUCTjNFvW6OMCa-0d2b-uMUuvvKUlFoMAj2xIZzsn2bRAEItldy5JdWelZLMEHv9-ksxcHkI1FOY2_AIYM0wIUR4BjsA5SSrwqg2AmRc9vooh86iq3WuLdyRmPAJPjhplJr1iYfBCjjj_dj_cJ8LNFSlnIdhqpMVTgWo-8oOMVZrAIn/s937/j.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="646" data-original-width="937" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq1VuPMiUMAl1gFgUCTjNFvW6OMCa-0d2b-uMUuvvKUlFoMAj2xIZzsn2bRAEItldy5JdWelZLMEHv9-ksxcHkI1FOY2_AIYM0wIUR4BjsA5SSrwqg2AmRc9vooh86iq3WuLdyRmPAJPjhplJr1iYfBCjjj_dj_cJ8LNFSlnIdhqpMVTgWo-8oOMVZrAIn/s16000/j.JPG" /></a></div><br /><p><br /><br /> </p><h2 style="text-align: justify;"></h2>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-78869502793169657962024-01-29T11:16:00.001+08:002024-01-29T11:18:00.658+08:00DELETE...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBytjzJG3hzntO9a5WnLOo36XgDCK-21V3jnzFhyO0pPuPfUf5pYe4hj5SyzV2loUAe3ybJ1SvpBEZZPBRftUYnx1cwY6g3n7HOAKfcxGTxZF1Nj74FQFxqUeHp6ZzMGqg8kBhbJzSgZGTLiMo096XZFN45a50wBkbX9lyDWaVPm2DyfJaIC5WnOPy_xtZ/s220/delete-message.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="220" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBytjzJG3hzntO9a5WnLOo36XgDCK-21V3jnzFhyO0pPuPfUf5pYe4hj5SyzV2loUAe3ybJ1SvpBEZZPBRftUYnx1cwY6g3n7HOAKfcxGTxZF1Nj74FQFxqUeHp6ZzMGqg8kBhbJzSgZGTLiMo096XZFN45a50wBkbX9lyDWaVPm2DyfJaIC5WnOPy_xtZ/w400-h400/delete-message.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: x-large;">Once a
year for the past few years, i have noticed that "<b><a href="https://icecreamandrainbows.blogspot.com/2015/03/sin-in-city.html?q=sin" target="_blank">THE TERMINATOR</a></b>" would message
me out of the blue. Usually just a picture. First time was him in a tank top. The
next year was him in a tanktop at a beach. Then the following year was him
in a tanktop at the gym.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: x-large;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: x-large;">And this
year... it was him naked , blindfolded , gagged and rope bound in a predicament.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: x-large;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: x-large;">Initially
during the first few years... i was in awe because i thought he must be
thinking or missing me to staying in touch after all this time...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: x-large;">Seeing his
picture always sent energy waves pulsing through my body... reminiscing on how
i even took a crazy chance of a lifetime by meeting him so spontaneously...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: x-large;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: x-large;">but as
someone once told me...”he’s just f#ck!ng with you”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: x-large;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: x-large;">it didn’t
really seem like that but... where i am <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>now at this point in my personal life... i
feel nothing.... and couldn’t care anymore for him...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: x-large;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: x-large;">and
before my fingers naturally wanted to type & reply to him...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: x-large;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: x-large;">i
stopped myself... <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: x-large;">and
started writing this out instead..<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: x-large;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: x-large;">i am
still contemplating if i should just keep this naughty pic for all times
sake... but now when i see him... all i am reminded is the time he "<b><a href="https://icecreamandrainbows.blogspot.com/2016/03/sin-untold-story-part-1.html?q=sin" target="_blank">made me cry</a>"</b>
like a sobbing baby at the airport...<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a
vivid memory (and series of events that lead up to that moment ) will always
stay with me...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: x-large;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .25in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: x-large;">but
what i am going to do... is delete his message... and leave it as that...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-77430029790075675442024-01-08T20:37:00.001+08:002024-01-08T20:38:19.601+08:00Dancing In The Dark...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhomY-MNCtRKBmUqpPMRBePF2dzaqelWiTFXkKQpwbY6bDqOGBb9YLXpJGTCVyC5fIdYdkVHi7sLj5ZF0fAy05ohEkPAnAtQdiXzwfpWIJx6cABsauQnEsu4PU0-JtelDRxsBzHsd13CfIvOfybhL1_FtsgpPULgfv3ujnps9wKW6Qy09a0H40ZhYAfRfHM/s850/feature-fs.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="436" data-original-width="850" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhomY-MNCtRKBmUqpPMRBePF2dzaqelWiTFXkKQpwbY6bDqOGBb9YLXpJGTCVyC5fIdYdkVHi7sLj5ZF0fAy05ohEkPAnAtQdiXzwfpWIJx6cABsauQnEsu4PU0-JtelDRxsBzHsd13CfIvOfybhL1_FtsgpPULgfv3ujnps9wKW6Qy09a0H40ZhYAfRfHM/s16000/feature-fs.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">It was a blue moon feeling… found myself Dancing in the dark</span></h1><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"><br />Haven’t felt this way in forever… clueless to what brought
it on</span></h1><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"><br />Played some familiar songs… made old emotions come to heart</span></h1><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"><br />Danced the night away… back to a time once upon</span></h1><div><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"><b>By ~ N!Loc Nat</b></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></p><p><br /></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-22104227924590574402024-01-06T08:30:00.004+08:002024-01-06T08:30:37.020+08:00Remember The Switch...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZczo2FIzUFsQt3o5VVKa9xrWXK78KKhv411HIRovrlSoGb3Qd8jsZ8uNlJg23QTPpDV33HM4y53yRR-A7Dn0HfxBmHF7l2bOlcQIEJlXkCOkFQWHWRsqUMDtDzvWMjcVj89XiFr6QJt7q7Orbvf_5rbG-eIPb8lbxDOqLEOey8VKBGQnXI9gffad5ELEx/s1507/412492365_3628211834096548_6899377148744814399_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1507" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZczo2FIzUFsQt3o5VVKa9xrWXK78KKhv411HIRovrlSoGb3Qd8jsZ8uNlJg23QTPpDV33HM4y53yRR-A7Dn0HfxBmHF7l2bOlcQIEJlXkCOkFQWHWRsqUMDtDzvWMjcVj89XiFr6QJt7q7Orbvf_5rbG-eIPb8lbxDOqLEOey8VKBGQnXI9gffad5ELEx/s16000/412492365_3628211834096548_6899377148744814399_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-9994008056081498922024-01-03T21:25:00.001+08:002024-01-03T21:25:33.830+08:002024...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl1v4gM6nNbQvA43OQWhGIrUPlytawhmSWxiUbOqihQky-OAdFsx7lRPNJdzHqzJg4UfMDNr4IN8a-IM7jd9XtLy__zZ9xwn7Fs5BSCojsGUEKcgS6IqLBDViz3PR5uKiAvkHM4wMKUeDXQqgqIwzrYIJoT06IPzEDlcJ6LkEuaIsJpemp6Q4qP82zlQIZ/s1656/414393344_336960062630339_8525199040173644693_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl1v4gM6nNbQvA43OQWhGIrUPlytawhmSWxiUbOqihQky-OAdFsx7lRPNJdzHqzJg4UfMDNr4IN8a-IM7jd9XtLy__zZ9xwn7Fs5BSCojsGUEKcgS6IqLBDViz3PR5uKiAvkHM4wMKUeDXQqgqIwzrYIJoT06IPzEDlcJ6LkEuaIsJpemp6Q4qP82zlQIZ/s16000/414393344_336960062630339_8525199040173644693_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-46240350574262799492023-11-06T21:06:00.002+08:002023-11-06T21:06:48.170+08:00I Had A Dream....<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifssf76P7vPNw1a2M6aitNFRLfst2idDvpTckZ1L219uEXR-P7Uo_prCoBwC6KsBhe1YtkbM9VMqpEEBbMA72OX6AER-u8gioC-XthW_rIBo3ktIRW7b0HUfdc5CQ_X1tUlsXC9VurkWe-MxOsjwK7YwxRkON4uCpd0AiiPTELRijm-pyvwVGjZe7wdTe3/s800/xxx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifssf76P7vPNw1a2M6aitNFRLfst2idDvpTckZ1L219uEXR-P7Uo_prCoBwC6KsBhe1YtkbM9VMqpEEBbMA72OX6AER-u8gioC-XthW_rIBo3ktIRW7b0HUfdc5CQ_X1tUlsXC9VurkWe-MxOsjwK7YwxRkON4uCpd0AiiPTELRijm-pyvwVGjZe7wdTe3/s16000/xxx.jpg" /></a></div><br /><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;">I had a dream…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />I was waiting for my soft serve ice cream or something…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />And a guy I a black t shirt… came up beside me… or behind me…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />
Somewhere in that proximity…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />Didn’t see an actual face… but I could see his jawline and
beard..</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />It had grey hairs…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />Not a bush but barely clean shaven…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />He put hand around my waist…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br /> Pulled me in ever so gently…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />He then put his scruffy semi grey hair beard stubble against
mine…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />Sort of like hugging me from behind… diagonally… but not exactly
…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />I smiled…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />And I turned to him and said “mmm I like the way that feels
on my face”…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />Us… being cheek to cheek…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />(suddenly feeling like I know this guys… as if I'm coming out
of my amnesia or something )</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />And I realized that this guy was perhaps my date? but not
boyfriend…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />Because I distinctively remember feeling a bit shy and self-conscious
of him and his PDA with me…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />But I definitely liked it …</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />I smiled… and felt a feeling I have never ever felt before…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />This feeling was new and foreign to me…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />It felt so good… a feeling I never felt before..</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />So foreign…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br /> So new…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />Unlike anything I have ever felt before…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br />(and these mixed bag of recurring emotions kept circling
over me)<br /><o:p> <br /></o:p>POOF !<br /><o:p> <br /></o:p><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">I woke up … and that big smile on my face
appeared</span></span></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: large;">I can’t believe that feeling so good was something I could
only experience in a dream…</span></h2><div><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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like many forever’s and a few lifetimes ago…</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">So when I went for my early sunset walk at the park… I noticed
that there was a new playground section which was recently built … I wanted to
go before but there were just too many kids in the vicinity… and I just couldn’t
let myself be surrounded by that many kids… (yuck)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">So this eventful day… it was practically empty… and I thought
I should go on down there and swing a little…for all times sake..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote>/./ ./ ./ .</blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">So apparently it seems that I cant go on swings anymore… not because my ass cant fit on the kid sized
seat.. it can… its just that… when I started to swing… I started to get motion
sickness almost immediately…</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I thought to myself… perhaps it was just me not being on a swing
for so long… but even as I just pushed myself back and fourth a little.. I still
felt sick… or at least… about to get dizzy sick…</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I stood my ass up and walked away…</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Slowly realizing that … oh my god… I cant swing anymore…</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Any normal person would just brush it off as age.. yada yada
yada.. I'm older now… so whatever… but hey! Mariah is like 56 and she still goes
to Disney land and magic mountain roller-coasters with her kids ..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I used to love being on swings! I could swing myself up so high and
make onlookers nervous that It looked like i was gonna launch myself up into the clouds or
something.. but how could I have gone
from that to this ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Which got me thinking…</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I really have changed… literally and this is physical proof
of it…. What once was…. Is not anymore…</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Case in point :</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ally_McBeal" target="_blank">Ally Mcbeal..</a> I am binge watching it and this time around.. I
find it at times… repulsive how when I first saw it during my high school years,
it was profoundly life changing for me…</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">it even somehow molded the way i thought about love and stuff...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">But Now.. I just roll my eyes at the lovey dovey stuff ,
skip through the sappy music montages and don’t connect whatsoever to ally’s
character anymore… in fact as a whole.. I at times… actually despise her by having so many chances of meeting guys and love and always blowing it all away by being that PICKY !!!! yes... noW i see it as she is a PICKY FUSSY LITTLE BIATCH!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I don’t think or hope about wanting “it “anymore..</div></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I hate people even more now in general...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I don’t even enjoy online chats like I used to...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I have become even more introverted that I thought I could
be… (borderline extreme even)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">And now … I can’t swing!</div></span><o:p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;"> </span></div></o:p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">It’s a good thing I still like kinky porn , hairy pits and
guys in tanktops… cuz if I fall out of love with that… I would seriously be
worried about myself !</div></span></span></h2>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-45173564400534787082023-10-11T20:32:00.002+08:002023-10-11T20:32:42.439+08:00Niloc's Note To Self...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxvRtWbbbyFwGjY3qvWBOv-sjvr5fn3CFVLE0Ul350rFofS1koQ_l5kqCeXkUh2GBEScHobyPsbBK6lE9wr0bA-h1DyZ4K0sKC5slTe4z7Fvf0idyAR6uyd_VUcyGeZ7LG8oyfIhCt1NIaPX3x1Y1LGzSJnLFemJ8B4GkIRpKZtJlgWLPxDQ6478hsryNH/s2250/Romantic%20Couple%20Small%20Kindle%20Book%20Cover.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2250" data-original-width="1410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxvRtWbbbyFwGjY3qvWBOv-sjvr5fn3CFVLE0Ul350rFofS1koQ_l5kqCeXkUh2GBEScHobyPsbBK6lE9wr0bA-h1DyZ4K0sKC5slTe4z7Fvf0idyAR6uyd_VUcyGeZ7LG8oyfIhCt1NIaPX3x1Y1LGzSJnLFemJ8B4GkIRpKZtJlgWLPxDQ6478hsryNH/s16000/Romantic%20Couple%20Small%20Kindle%20Book%20Cover.png" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-51950670503508147452023-09-30T22:56:00.003+08:002023-09-30T22:57:01.918+08:00Think...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_Gp3V-D_XVMrKAofM54Wb4derwgzUx3tbn-D2w5rKb0vu9rZPTXEPre95Z3WzeGZDu2rVPpY6GaKEd3maVnFt7-illscwwALTEPjcWRfpilWv_hfoIfypuforzIgxBCp5muOLAHzoux2C2uKL7nvCs-ZWs4I-CHIqO6Rss_OQ3dzSCwYrpdZG4cx2wyK/s2250/Romantic%20Couple%20Small%20Kindle%20Book%20Cover.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2250" data-original-width="1410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_Gp3V-D_XVMrKAofM54Wb4derwgzUx3tbn-D2w5rKb0vu9rZPTXEPre95Z3WzeGZDu2rVPpY6GaKEd3maVnFt7-illscwwALTEPjcWRfpilWv_hfoIfypuforzIgxBCp5muOLAHzoux2C2uKL7nvCs-ZWs4I-CHIqO6Rss_OQ3dzSCwYrpdZG4cx2wyK/s16000/Romantic%20Couple%20Small%20Kindle%20Book%20Cover.png" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-19056713419290845242023-09-18T13:57:00.000+08:002023-09-18T13:57:32.575+08:00I Had A Dream...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmJmZJfdO4Vn5UTg4owK95mEcfCSxLQIVgucYpQml4hi2FQc7Q5qKEdTga0YCg-CzMV8rRNIKr5cJ-AT8W6C2cCfgKQbq_lWt91ImawO_WgvNtbHbrnEdzferM-2elic8hUm32Wgt4TRxeVDjxvoY4EmJWf4lRtz42WQxh-oGhMPxNeXC9zZdt0kNX3px5/s300/200w.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmJmZJfdO4Vn5UTg4owK95mEcfCSxLQIVgucYpQml4hi2FQc7Q5qKEdTga0YCg-CzMV8rRNIKr5cJ-AT8W6C2cCfgKQbq_lWt91ImawO_WgvNtbHbrnEdzferM-2elic8hUm32Wgt4TRxeVDjxvoY4EmJWf4lRtz42WQxh-oGhMPxNeXC9zZdt0kNX3px5/w267-h400/200w.gif" width="267" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"></p><h1 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;">I had a dream …</span></span></h1><h1 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;">That a guy placed a bet on
me.. a type of wager of some sorts… and it went something like this :</span></span></h1><h1 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;">he won… and that meant that I was picked for him or his team or something.. and
when I came over to him… he said that he would raise the wager by 50 dollars..
if that would include me going on a “date” with him…</span></span></h1><h1 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;">I was so overwhelmed and
shocked at the mere fact that someone would even fathom the notion of wanting to
get to know me or even like me that much to do that…<br /></span><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;">I looked at my hands and
saw that I was holding a chocolate bar and then just burst out into tears ..
sobbing like a baby …<br /></span><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;">Poof<br /></span><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;">I woke up…<br /></span><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;">And I know subconsciously just
what this all meant… because lately I have been "thinking" just a little too much…
and to my “non-surprise” … I just had a dream like that …<br /></span><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: Nothing You Could Do;">I really need to distract
myself with other things…and keep my wandering mind occupied…</span></span></h1>
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-29280980287757662812023-03-19T00:24:00.004+08:002023-03-19T00:25:08.087+08:00Niloc's Note To Self...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8a7jC0eJBTHZtl0qjhq3-NK1f0FJivVLdvKvm5aiLcAKMnbUSb1WdeFOmC5qtEW-VgQoA0NVMHYIL7OGKlO9SNP1L1Lgqq6SxjF-96S4d5TFOzrjOrnc0WdmJoaRuNsHEIPKVIFu-8GxJtOnItufqz7oclzIN825hFF_TOiPIEHEmj6gk2bVcUXol_Q/s2250/Couple%20Silhouette%20RomanceChick%20Lit%20Book%20Cover.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2250" data-original-width="1410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8a7jC0eJBTHZtl0qjhq3-NK1f0FJivVLdvKvm5aiLcAKMnbUSb1WdeFOmC5qtEW-VgQoA0NVMHYIL7OGKlO9SNP1L1Lgqq6SxjF-96S4d5TFOzrjOrnc0WdmJoaRuNsHEIPKVIFu-8GxJtOnItufqz7oclzIN825hFF_TOiPIEHEmj6gk2bVcUXol_Q/s16000/Couple%20Silhouette%20RomanceChick%20Lit%20Book%20Cover.png" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-60728646283828042552023-03-16T16:17:00.003+08:002023-03-16T16:17:41.581+08:00If You Want To Be My Lover...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihCKhQxBGGaK9VVKJF2oZ4v_BXxaEmA-iKAgWfMINUJ2veAWv5H2FucSTnWJRgdmmYf2sqbJwl0VexT-4LbwRqzE0Va3QPMfJp9uvKMeJjnKDouAoR2el1kGNHDiSYciHniSFnQjvT2bmPGHgf5w6WVL8tWPDcBIcjaMfK7LfQJnLw5054t5jFLVscYA/s1600/1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihCKhQxBGGaK9VVKJF2oZ4v_BXxaEmA-iKAgWfMINUJ2veAWv5H2FucSTnWJRgdmmYf2sqbJwl0VexT-4LbwRqzE0Va3QPMfJp9uvKMeJjnKDouAoR2el1kGNHDiSYciHniSFnQjvT2bmPGHgf5w6WVL8tWPDcBIcjaMfK7LfQJnLw5054t5jFLVscYA/w640-h360/1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Caveat; font-size: x-large;">I was grocery walking after lunch today… and a significant
song came on the speakers ... and it was
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJLIiF15wjQ" target="_blank">wannabe</a>…</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Caveat;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Caveat;">
as I was tapping my feet to the catchy chorus and all the” hak! Hak ! hak!
Hak!” part… a flashback came over me and
transported me to a specific moment in time…</span></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Caveat;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Caveat;">
it was one of those high school years where our class went on a school trip to
the city and visited a particularly opulent history museum …</span></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Caveat;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Caveat;">When we all got there we all spread out our own separate
ways.. and I remember tagging along with this boy classmate (odd as i usually tag along with one of the girls)… anyway when we were passing through the grand staircase area… he
started to do this shuffle on the stairs… and he mimed along to the wannabe song...<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGYl7Bufte6AKA-M3S9AyT4I9cEv2khHShU-QN3YBgxdBbHLORyCLWPDZ3QLctzSZ5FCiUfRQLh1ZWYtnyHtw10-fD3r16KHHKHwchAUx6N9ZDgTkN0a4FiltbciebEry4hIAPZqGDL0KEpP4WtJ-NykT672x3I2Zq4UPEXDeJkCBEtbxwNHtQejo2w/s400/tumblr_mlc05dH0ES1qdojzho1_400.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGYl7Bufte6AKA-M3S9AyT4I9cEv2khHShU-QN3YBgxdBbHLORyCLWPDZ3QLctzSZ5FCiUfRQLh1ZWYtnyHtw10-fD3r16KHHKHwchAUx6N9ZDgTkN0a4FiltbciebEry4hIAPZqGDL0KEpP4WtJ-NykT672x3I2Zq4UPEXDeJkCBEtbxwNHtQejo2w/s320/tumblr_mlc05dH0ES1qdojzho1_400.gif" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Caveat;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Caveat;">And I was shocked! For I had no idea he was into the spice
girls… I thought I was the only boy in the entire school who was mad crazy over them... CRAZY enough to learn
and memorize those EXACT dance steps … </span></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Caveat;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Caveat;">
and he did it to a T ! with the pop and lock and everything !... </span></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Caveat; font-size: x-large;">and after that
I also recall.. how I was pestering hi m to do it again… more so like an encore
performance.. but in retrospect.. I think I went a little overboard with the pestering… I think he
was just a little embarrassed about showing off his true colors… and me trying
to pestering him to do it again ! do it again ! do it again!!! …</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Caveat;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Caveat;">Little did I know.. he was probably afraid of being ousted…
and by performing that little wannabe dance.. his cover would have been blown..
<br /><br />yes… he turned out to be gay… just like me… which i had no clue whatsoever during those growing years...</span></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Caveat;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Caveat;">But unlike me… he managed to find his “happily ever
after”… as I did a blog post </span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Caveat;">about him ages ago:</span></span></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Caveat;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Caveat;"><a href="http://icecreamandrainbows.blogspot.com/2014/08/gays.html" target="_blank">Gays...</a></span></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Caveat;"><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Caveat;">to my knowledge.. they 2 are still going
strong … </span></span></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Caveat; font-size: x-large;">and all I can say is… </span></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Caveat;">at </span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Caveat;">least one of us managed to find it… </span></span></span></h2><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Caveat; font-size: large;"><b>
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just the past few years</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">Before the end of the world happened.. I was still having a
final go at trying to make things happen for me. I was about to turn 35 and
that was my so called self proclaimed “expiry date” .. The “last straw” of when
I had to turn a new corner and stop “trying” for the betterment of my own well
being …</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">Even several years before that… I remember coming across
this gay cruise thingy called <b><a href="https://atlantisevents.com/" target="_blank">atlantis events</a> </b>, and pondered about what it
would be like to be packed on a cruise ship.. full of GAY guys… would I be able
to finally meet someone there? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Was that
even a realistic expectation to have ?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">They had a special onetime cruise from Singapore to Bangkok
before and that was the only feasible option for me to even contemplate taking...
(if they ever had another similar one like that again)… so I signed up for
their newsletter and did the long waiting game…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">I waited for a good 6 years or so, receiving their occasional
email updates advertising their new cruise destinations.. and Singapore was
never one of them… <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>so I just unsubscribed
to their newsletter and gave up on that bucket list.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;"></span></p><blockquote><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">Then covid happened…</span></p></blockquote><p> </p><blockquote>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">And everything went to a dark cloud of uncertainty..</span></p></blockquote><p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;"></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">3 years after what seemed to be the end of the world.. Things
are close to “normal” again… and just last night… <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I happen to be chatting about gay group
excursions.. and I suggested the atlantis gay cruise thing… and when I clicked
the link to the website .. to my shock.. there was a Singapore - Bangkok cruise
in the coming November!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">I had that rush of feelings run through me… similar to
finding out Mariah or celine would be doing a world tour and making a stop in Singapore..
</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">My heart started to race.. and felt anxious… thinking.. “should
I finally make this jump off the proverbial ledge” ??? and go on that cruise I’ve
waited for all these years ??</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">…..</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;"></span></p><blockquote><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">Then it hit me..</span></p></blockquote><p> </p><blockquote>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">It all hit me…</span></p></blockquote><p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;"></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">I asked myself.. do I really want to go on this thing, spend
a good chunk of my life savings on a so called “trip of a lifetime” in hopes of
meeting a guy ?... how can I even be certain that would happen ?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">And instantly.. I reminisced about a facebook friend I had
ages ago..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>he was living in Alaska or a remote
island in Hawaii or someplace like that… where there were no possibilities for him meeting
other gay guys, socially in real life.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">I recall clearly that he saved up for years to join this gay
cruise thing he had been dying to go on… just to meet guys and to finally have sex for the
first time in his adult life…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">Long story short… he did eventually go on one of those gay
cruises… and the last chat that I remember with him was about that cruise trip he went on… and he was disappointed.. Almost disillusioned with his experience … I think
it was in some line of (he did have sex for the first time there.. but it was
almost borderline rape)… and all the guys there were just drunk wasted party
d!cks… looking to get high<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>, sucked and
f*cked… sounded more like a night and day orgy than a relaxing cruise vacation…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">I always remembered that … and ironically that was one of my
first thoughts that crossed my mind when I was on the Atlantis website … </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">I clicked on the prices and availability of rooms.. and remembered
another little disclaimer about cruises…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">They discriminate against single people…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>because if I were to book a room.. for me ,
myself and i… I would have to pay DOUBLE the price… unless I agree to use the “room
sharing” option for “single travelers” .. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">And I know just how difficult I can be when it comes to
sharing <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>… I would never think of sharing
a room with a stranger for 9 nights … in a small confined space… with NO
WINDOWS…That’s why I prefer to travel alone.. I like doing things on my time ,
my schedule, my itinerary , my way , within my own comfort zone!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">All these little mini revelations that I was having as I was
looking at the cruise booking site.. made me think.. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;"></span></p><blockquote><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">Yes.. it made me think…</span></blockquote><p><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">For the first time in a loooong time… I was thinking with my
head.. and not my heart… <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">I don’t have to go on this thing in hopes of meeting a guy… </span><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: x-large;">THAT SHIP HAS SAILED! </span><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: x-large;">(Literally and
figuratively… pun indeed intended!)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">I weighed the options to perhaps.. waiting for kylie Minogue<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>to announce a world tour this year… and I would
not hesitate for a second if she had a singapore date!</span><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: x-large;">I would grab those tickets up immediately!!!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">I realized how my priorities in
life have changed… within the past few years..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">Which brings me back to my initial thought about this whole
thing… of just how much "I" have really changed…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>my "mindset" has changed.. my "heart" is not where it used to be anymore… I realized
how my "priorities" in life have changed…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">How much time and effort and money and investing I have done
through the years… emotionally, spiritually & financially… just to find a
guy to call my own.. to experience having a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“boyfriend” possibly in this lifetime !</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">I am so done with all that ! … and I have even been accused for not having anymore zest in life and giving up on hope .. but really is it that horrible to not
want to be bothered with finding a partner anymore ? in fact..i despise
people who tend to throw toxic positivity my way in regards to my love life.. (or
ever lack thereof)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Mali; font-size: large;">I am finally content with what I don’t have… and I have perhaps
made one of the wisest decisions I have ever made and that was to come
to terms with what cards I have never been able to draw & has never been
dealt to me…</span></p><br /><p></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-4969748146020757802022-12-31T22:50:00.000+08:002022-12-31T22:50:05.344+08:0014...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7HNhxZNPJivnbWBWFIT2zQs4pY2U65LEL6GsXraSzY0U52IZgu5TDbCUQbtdk4dOXGcOvTXFaZXDwU03N575OuX4p409_xvTHuks93XuM7FhbkNA-ObfC-G90EazILkNxRVIBHfwKAnZLVoKpbjsSQ50-WrA4JSvBnNlWQpZE_3r2f8tKGLQCtGs5zw/s940/We%20Are%20Hiring!.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7HNhxZNPJivnbWBWFIT2zQs4pY2U65LEL6GsXraSzY0U52IZgu5TDbCUQbtdk4dOXGcOvTXFaZXDwU03N575OuX4p409_xvTHuks93XuM7FhbkNA-ObfC-G90EazILkNxRVIBHfwKAnZLVoKpbjsSQ50-WrA4JSvBnNlWQpZE_3r2f8tKGLQCtGs5zw/s16000/We%20Are%20Hiring!.png" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-61886705041776563092022-10-16T17:48:00.002+08:002022-10-18T16:10:15.136+08:00The Year Of...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj22fjbaeNDGZllYU06_4m9-lBhlrNWX0yQBGBz_lDI4KcPLi-p6IgJTaYgTkAKtwsB0x5y-lH4jfJS6PP5csGC4hmQfeG93lm9g-rHt0DFE6jsu2_89SmNxAw4kIiKwQ2aJfKR9BTUv99f4K9S1Ehp1OfBSZrnsKH2MimsyD2ukkh5G8LcIZgeHt3rHA/s612/istockphoto-1175643774-612x612.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="423" data-original-width="612" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj22fjbaeNDGZllYU06_4m9-lBhlrNWX0yQBGBz_lDI4KcPLi-p6IgJTaYgTkAKtwsB0x5y-lH4jfJS6PP5csGC4hmQfeG93lm9g-rHt0DFE6jsu2_89SmNxAw4kIiKwQ2aJfKR9BTUv99f4K9S1Ehp1OfBSZrnsKH2MimsyD2ukkh5G8LcIZgeHt3rHA/w640-h442/istockphoto-1175643774-612x612.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">t seems like a distant memory now… but to think it was
just at the beginning of the year that I was totally down and out , in a dark hole
of my own stupid emotions letting a GUY make me feel like shit ... once again….</span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /> I knew time would be my only healer… but never did I think
the things that transpired throughout the ongoing year would help me get
through it all…</span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br />As if the train that had passed me by… long gone into the
distance… but along came this rollercoaster ride that I just went with anyway…</span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br />(Never in a million years) would I imagine that I would have
the miraculous opportunity to have kinky fun on 13 different occasions… with 8
different guys and 8 of those times were right here in my city…</span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br />I keep telling myself that this really was a miraculous time
for my virtually nonexistent sex life, a miraculous year… how some things just
transpire out of thin air… </span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">but at the same time… (such things) can spiral out of
control in an instant…</span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br />I understood that with the good comes the bad… with the
highs… There will be the lows…. And by the middle of the year… I did have to
endure this unexpected road block… the toxic shit bag that could have very well
been the demise of shattering any possible future chances with a “regular” of
mine…</span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br />And I blame it all on him… </span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I blame it all on me too… </span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">for how
was I supposed to know “crazy” would strike like lightning… not once… not
twice… but three times….</span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br />As the introvert that I am… I realized some things and
decided that the best course of action was to withdraw myself from him… and also from
a few other guys that were not as toxically apparent… but definitely toxic indeed in other
ways…</span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br />I hate to be the ghost… but when the game of haunting comes
back around like the evergreen seasons… I figured I have to be a ghost when it
truly calls for it…</span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /> The older I get… the less time and patience I have to give
to such guys… and for my own mental state of mind… it’s so much easier now to
just let it all go….</span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br />And how ironic that after all is said and done… my body is
definitely telling me something as I am going through a “men oh pause” phase
again and I just don’t feel horny much anymore… to the point that I have to
force myself to wank at times... just to feel sexually alive…</span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br />Now that the end of the world seems to be behind us as
well.. I do look forward in hopes of ticking a few more boxes of my<a href="https://icecreamandrainbows.blogspot.com/2015/10/dream-concert-bucket-list.html?q=bucket" target="_blank"> concert bucket list</a> in 2023…</span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br />Dare I dream ?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Shania… Kylie…. The Spice girls?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /> </span>(sarcastic laugh rolling my eyes)</span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br />But as for 2022 (and with only 2 more months left till the
year turns over a new leaf) …</span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /> This will forever be known to me as the year of:<br /><br /></span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"></span></h3><blockquote><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Homemade Apple; font-size: large;"><br /></span></h3><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Homemade Apple; font-size: large;">Sexual healing</span></h3></blockquote><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Homemade Apple; font-size: large;"></span></h3><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Homemade Apple;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Homemade Apple;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><h3><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></h3><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><h3><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Because ... man oh man did i heal up real good... real fast... real well..... :-)</span></h3><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div><p></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-6454355525899162852022-09-18T17:05:00.000+08:002022-09-18T17:05:01.304+08:00Relapse...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwCr6Iz3NMP7NuUzGJ7C3BooxKTMu5sZFDWvriq5q-DZslIfZsHIq282de8SyOe6jzG9Jhl22XClagzu5_cowqWUJ0oE66wGrHJBvrcMDVxUXnbhEg68ZIe3bKFRtT3t0T2uO-URrldhom3YGpoLhJQRfwrlFV-ITVi8v9_Z1dp1fkiIaRE5CYe-ryXQ/s1963/Or-IAOvm%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1963" data-original-width="1095" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwCr6Iz3NMP7NuUzGJ7C3BooxKTMu5sZFDWvriq5q-DZslIfZsHIq282de8SyOe6jzG9Jhl22XClagzu5_cowqWUJ0oE66wGrHJBvrcMDVxUXnbhEg68ZIe3bKFRtT3t0T2uO-URrldhom3YGpoLhJQRfwrlFV-ITVi8v9_Z1dp1fkiIaRE5CYe-ryXQ/s16000/Or-IAOvm%20(1).jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-39279823998634332152022-09-14T08:00:00.001+08:002022-09-14T08:00:00.164+08:0010 Years Of IceCream & Rainbows...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZEOtRoCFUzNksx56KwrkjUAUoZQFlMPUHRKBNXMNlP2kQa-D_04HO4HJKe778u5fMHN6at0k_ZWy51O9-xT8xUTrzFEqdWSFdbniMagVGKtOl1c1PF4DXYMeJGqvY7R2fi3tSTxNPp9PWDcgsz6F26MTKNxgSSxbrSbCbAVBk7D3miTEyj65ytN12Q/s2000/White%20simple%20lined%20diary%20page.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1545" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZEOtRoCFUzNksx56KwrkjUAUoZQFlMPUHRKBNXMNlP2kQa-D_04HO4HJKe778u5fMHN6at0k_ZWy51O9-xT8xUTrzFEqdWSFdbniMagVGKtOl1c1PF4DXYMeJGqvY7R2fi3tSTxNPp9PWDcgsz6F26MTKNxgSSxbrSbCbAVBk7D3miTEyj65ytN12Q/s16000/White%20simple%20lined%20diary%20page.png" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043369748419282763.post-7501189765683676392022-09-06T20:51:00.004+08:002022-09-06T23:52:48.572+08:00Used To Be...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBjyp0cu8jP0emk6qrXFUnGlyZFLEZxldIgzrxDQCg8TQWuGFUcRXITsZsYQZGhOy4z9TEPBMavMriVgpeYTv0kNgrlo1nrlYT2JOIqLygsELydtGNfJcqfv3OOthaarwbQcLiL9AA360y149T4Hx-zcSf3KmY4x4LCS29RGXIKlIOT6nQ-x47sdRJlw/s880/ImmaterialMetallicBellfrog-size_restricted.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="495" data-original-width="880" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBjyp0cu8jP0emk6qrXFUnGlyZFLEZxldIgzrxDQCg8TQWuGFUcRXITsZsYQZGhOy4z9TEPBMavMriVgpeYTv0kNgrlo1nrlYT2JOIqLygsELydtGNfJcqfv3OOthaarwbQcLiL9AA360y149T4Hx-zcSf3KmY4x4LCS29RGXIKlIOT6nQ-x47sdRJlw/s16000/ImmaterialMetallicBellfrog-size_restricted.gif" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">I used to be afraid of showing my pics to guys online<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">now when they request them.. I just send without hesitation<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">if they like it they like it. And if they don’t? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">well.. poof they will go.. and my time will not be wasted <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">I used to be so irritated.. with “top or bottom?” instead of
“hello!”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">Now I just say that I ain’t into sex…I’m into BDSM<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">And if they know what that is… they will run the other way… <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">and if not… they will poof too.. after a little explanation…just
what kinky little things I’m into..<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">I used to be so caught up if a guy was “bi” or “not single”…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">Yet now… I’m fine with guys who are “straight” and even “married”…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">For why should I limit myself in hopes of finding something that
could lead to more… <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">I don’t think about “more”… I just get what I can get…have what
I can have…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">I used to be so down when b-day, v- day & x-mas comes
around…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">Thinking that…. Another year …. no valentine…. No presents….<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">But I really couldn’t care anymore… since I have put so
much pressure on those days…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">And for what ? I just get myself my own presents now… <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">I used to believe.... that “four” letter word was all I ever
wanted…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">But the older I get… it’s apparent that a “five” letter word
seems much more important…<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">I used to be a lot of things…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Pen Script; font-size: x-large;">But I’m still the same in many ways too…</span><o:p></o:p></p><br /><p></p>N!LoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862119047153034011noreply@blogger.com4