Dear Lucifer,
Imagine a little version of you, but as a woman in Bangkok. What would you do?
Day 1 - Shopping at MBK then off to see Kung Fu Panda 2
Day 2 - Off to the salon...some how my hair has grown so long ...down to my buttocks. At night, we asked the taxi cab to take us to a cabaret, but he suggested we go to see the Ping Pong sex show. Me and little cousin said "yes". The girls at the sex show were some what talented, but not very attractive. We saw, everything everyone else said what we would see. Sex acts on stage, however, me and little cousin was sitting at a corner where the guy's back and buttocks were facing us, so all we could see was the up and down movement of his ass. I want my money back! ( just joking). Next, an older woman was blowing out candles on a birthday cake with her pussy using a straw. That made me think of you!
Day 3 - National Museum during the day, at night, for dinner ... Bed Supper Club with circus soleil dancers. By 10pm, we are off to see girls at the Hot Go-Go bar where my buddy, Odin, purchased the hottest go go girl on the stage for me and little cousin. Next, we head over to the lady boy merry-go-round club with our Hot Go-Go girl. We drank, laughed and watch Odin squirm while beautiful lady boys tries to grab his groin. He couldn't even go to the can cause some of the girls would try to grab him when he pees lol
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Chapter Four - 4.4 The Lucifer Series ~ About Lucifer (yes, you!)
Since I'm relaxing on the beach,
And have lots of time on my hands,
I will poke fun at you,
With what I know about you.
You, Lucifer, are not interested in women of the Western world,
And let's say you hypothetically are,
You are of the average Asian height,
Most western girls will tower above you with their stilettos.
And a man with a large ego as yours,
Is not interested in the amazon women.
So most successful models and actresses are out...
Unless you want to play.
You want a real intelligent women,
With wits, depth and culture equivalent to your own,
One that has a passion for the arts,
Humor that will brighten your days,
Especially for a perfectionist like you,
You'll probably work yourself to death.
You won't settle for a trophy wife,
But she needs to look no less than a prize.
You've worked hard to get where you are,
So you expect the same from your partner.
One who is independent and low maintenance,
A bit of a brat, a challenge.
One you can discipline when she is bad.
One who is loyal only to you,
One who worships your body, your mind,
and everything you stand for.
You are not interested in a gal who carries around their LV bags,
Especially those who can hardly afford that type of luxury,
nor those whose their sugar daddy bought the bag for them.
Nor those with little puppies running around disrupting your work,
Pooping on your wooden floors,
Disturbing your peace.
You've tried, but you've accept who you are as a person.
A perfectionist a work and at home is one in the same.
It is not your fault,
You honestly are looking for something real.
Love in it's purest form,
Love, unconditional.
And have lots of time on my hands,
I will poke fun at you,
With what I know about you.
You, Lucifer, are not interested in women of the Western world,
And let's say you hypothetically are,
You are of the average Asian height,
Most western girls will tower above you with their stilettos.
And a man with a large ego as yours,
Is not interested in the amazon women.
So most successful models and actresses are out...
Unless you want to play.
You want a real intelligent women,
With wits, depth and culture equivalent to your own,
One that has a passion for the arts,
Humor that will brighten your days,
Especially for a perfectionist like you,
You'll probably work yourself to death.
You won't settle for a trophy wife,
But she needs to look no less than a prize.
You've worked hard to get where you are,
So you expect the same from your partner.
One who is independent and low maintenance,
A bit of a brat, a challenge.
One you can discipline when she is bad.
One who is loyal only to you,
One who worships your body, your mind,
and everything you stand for.
You are not interested in a gal who carries around their LV bags,
Especially those who can hardly afford that type of luxury,
nor those whose their sugar daddy bought the bag for them.
Nor those with little puppies running around disrupting your work,
Pooping on your wooden floors,
Disturbing your peace.
You've tried, but you've accept who you are as a person.
A perfectionist a work and at home is one in the same.
It is not your fault,
You honestly are looking for something real.
Love in it's purest form,
Love, unconditional.
Chapter Four - 4.3.2 Lucifer Series ~ Turning Point
Dear Lucifer,
Here is my recollection of what had happened ...
Throughout our secret platonic affairs,
We would play hide and seek.
I would take off to some remote locations,
For work or pleasure,
And tell you to come with,
Or else...
You would give some lame excuse about having to work,
And I then find myself a replacement boy toy.
You'd get drunk and hook up with a temporary lame chick,
As expected.
In any initial affair,
within the first two months,
An inevitable event is bound to happen.
The ex always shows up,
And ruins it for both of you.
So, my question is...
Did she see my origami flowers?
Did she cried her eye balls off?
If you were a pro,
you would have stuffed the flowers,
Into your closet.
And you would have saved her some pain and suffering.
Knowing you,
You're as sick as a dog,
Didn't pay attention,
She noticed the bouquet,
Threw it to the ground.
Smashed.
She then realized,
Being the prick you really are,
You've Already moved on to the next bitch.
Was it really love?
If it was,
Why aren't you with her now?
Answer: Even in love, if there were any doubts about being together, it's best to be a part. If you truly want to be with her, you will, regardless.
Here is my recollection of what had happened ...
Throughout our secret platonic affairs,
We would play hide and seek.
I would take off to some remote locations,
For work or pleasure,
And tell you to come with,
Or else...
You would give some lame excuse about having to work,
And I then find myself a replacement boy toy.
You'd get drunk and hook up with a temporary lame chick,
As expected.
In any initial affair,
within the first two months,
An inevitable event is bound to happen.
The ex always shows up,
And ruins it for both of you.
So, my question is...
Did she see my origami flowers?
Did she cried her eye balls off?
If you were a pro,
you would have stuffed the flowers,
Into your closet.
And you would have saved her some pain and suffering.
Knowing you,
You're as sick as a dog,
Didn't pay attention,
She noticed the bouquet,
Threw it to the ground.
Smashed.
She then realized,
Being the prick you really are,
You've Already moved on to the next bitch.
Was it really love?
If it was,
Why aren't you with her now?
Answer: Even in love, if there were any doubts about being together, it's best to be a part. If you truly want to be with her, you will, regardless.
Chapter Four - 4.3 The Lucifer Series ~ All the signs are there ...
Lucifer,
I am still very angry at you,
For not realizing that we are meant to be.
All the signs are there,
I am number eleven (11),
You are number thirteen (13).
Eleven (11) reduces to Two (2),
That is, in numerology, you add the ones(1's) together to get two (2).
This is my year, 2011.
And my real name is "Tu"
Thirteen (13) reduces to four (4).
You are bad luck in the Western world,13
And you are also bad luck in the Eastern world,4
It is unfortunate that you are drawn to the Asian girl,
Because you are number 4,
Even your suite #204, ends with the number four (4).
All the mums and dads of the eastern world should lock their daughters up, when you come around.
And when you do caught one of these innocent girls from the east,
They think they are getting the typical four(4) inch,
Which should be proportionate to your height.
You stab them with what appears to be two (2) x four (4) = eight (8) inch. And you make them cry.
When I say "all the signs are there",
I don't think it is a coincidence.
I told you that you are bad luck,
Even your birthdate land on the 13th day.
I was just going to kiss you and run off to Washington DC.
Then on my flight there, they seated me in seat #13f.
When I checked into my hotel, they put me in room #213
When I went to see "My Ideal Husband", the play,
They attempted to sell me seat #13D
I demanded to switch to another seat,coincidentally, seat #11,
And they scolded me for sneaking in and eating chocolate almond!
Perhaps I should have stuck with seat #13.
On my final day at Washington DC,
I went to the Holocaust museum,
And when I walked in through those doors,
There you were again, the first venue,
a sign above the doors in big letters,
"The Story of (your name)".
Great.
I am still very angry at you,
For not realizing that we are meant to be.
All the signs are there,
I am number eleven (11),
You are number thirteen (13).
Eleven (11) reduces to Two (2),
That is, in numerology, you add the ones(1's) together to get two (2).
This is my year, 2011.
And my real name is "Tu"
Thirteen (13) reduces to four (4).
You are bad luck in the Western world,13
And you are also bad luck in the Eastern world,4
It is unfortunate that you are drawn to the Asian girl,
Because you are number 4,
Even your suite #204, ends with the number four (4).
All the mums and dads of the eastern world should lock their daughters up, when you come around.
And when you do caught one of these innocent girls from the east,
They think they are getting the typical four(4) inch,
Which should be proportionate to your height.
You stab them with what appears to be two (2) x four (4) = eight (8) inch. And you make them cry.
When I say "all the signs are there",
I don't think it is a coincidence.
I told you that you are bad luck,
Even your birthdate land on the 13th day.
I was just going to kiss you and run off to Washington DC.
Then on my flight there, they seated me in seat #13f.
When I checked into my hotel, they put me in room #213
When I went to see "My Ideal Husband", the play,
They attempted to sell me seat #13D
I demanded to switch to another seat,coincidentally, seat #11,
And they scolded me for sneaking in and eating chocolate almond!
Perhaps I should have stuck with seat #13.
On my final day at Washington DC,
I went to the Holocaust museum,
And when I walked in through those doors,
There you were again, the first venue,
a sign above the doors in big letters,
"The Story of (your name)".
Great.
Chapter Four - 4.3.1 - Soup for my Soul?
For the next few weeks,
we started seeing each other,
secretly.
I would come visit him,
with soup in hand,
while he was sick from the flu.
Somehow, I just had the feeling,
That he won't try anything funny on me,
Especially, when he was sick.
The idea of bringing soup in hand,
Is like bringing an offering to a beast.
I'm taking care of you,
Please don't eat me.
Then, I would disrobe and sleep in his bed,
Knowing, he won't try anything funny on me cause,
He's either too sick to perform properly,
Or is probably thinking he shouldn't be eating me,
The forbidden fruit.
Plus, if I really wanted him to eat me,
I would have shaved my pussy. Lol.
I'm just delighted that nothing happened,
It just makes it much more memorable and worth while.
On the other hand,
I have a funny feeling,
What his pea brain is thinking,
That I would feel some how "rejected",
by the absence of his advances.
Why would I feel that way?
Am I insecure about my body?
Do I worry about not being wanted,
physically, by a man?
Heck no!
Resistance and Discipline is so sexy.
The only prick,
that would think this way,
About a woman,
Is one that surrounds himself
With these type of girls.
Somehow, he's underestimated me,
Like all the insecure shank he's dated.
He thinks I'm offended by him for not eating me.
How sad is that?
we started seeing each other,
secretly.
I would come visit him,
with soup in hand,
while he was sick from the flu.
Somehow, I just had the feeling,
That he won't try anything funny on me,
Especially, when he was sick.
The idea of bringing soup in hand,
Is like bringing an offering to a beast.
I'm taking care of you,
Please don't eat me.
Then, I would disrobe and sleep in his bed,
Knowing, he won't try anything funny on me cause,
He's either too sick to perform properly,
Or is probably thinking he shouldn't be eating me,
The forbidden fruit.
Plus, if I really wanted him to eat me,
I would have shaved my pussy. Lol.
I'm just delighted that nothing happened,
It just makes it much more memorable and worth while.
On the other hand,
I have a funny feeling,
What his pea brain is thinking,
That I would feel some how "rejected",
by the absence of his advances.
Why would I feel that way?
Am I insecure about my body?
Do I worry about not being wanted,
physically, by a man?
Heck no!
Resistance and Discipline is so sexy.
The only prick,
that would think this way,
About a woman,
Is one that surrounds himself
With these type of girls.
Somehow, he's underestimated me,
Like all the insecure shank he's dated.
He thinks I'm offended by him for not eating me.
How sad is that?
Chapter Four - 4.2.2 The Lucifer Series ~ The Sandwich
As we wandered through the gallery,
Boobies and I approached a craft table,
which encouraged the public to doodle on the surface.
As I began my doodling,
I felt someone brushing against me.
This was not the sort of causal brushing,
where one accidentally passes another.
I felt hands on my waist and body against body.
Must be Lucifer! That perv is rubbing against me.
I slowly turned around and there he was with his sneaky grin.
Our bodies were pressed against one another,
And there was I was sandwiched between Lucifer and the table.
I must admit I was moved by the prick.
But I'm also determined to make him my "bitch".
Anyways, as we continued to exchange words,
I informed Lucifer that I am no longer a girl.
I am now a woman and slowly,
I raised my right hand and...grabbed him in the groin.
He was startled at first, but then smiled,
and said he likes this "new" me.
I am not sure what happened next, or how it happened,
but I believed, I convinced him to lower his head to kiss me.
We kissed for a good two or three second,
and I made sure to give him a slip of my tongue.
It must have been a shocker for him.
Since having an arrogant pea brain, like his,
Lucifer is the type that can't comprehend that others,
Can be different from what he perceives them to be.
I'm sure I gave him some type of boner
And the last time I looked back,
He got too hot and had to leave the room.
Boobies and I approached a craft table,
which encouraged the public to doodle on the surface.
As I began my doodling,
I felt someone brushing against me.
This was not the sort of causal brushing,
where one accidentally passes another.
I felt hands on my waist and body against body.
Must be Lucifer! That perv is rubbing against me.
I slowly turned around and there he was with his sneaky grin.
Our bodies were pressed against one another,
And there was I was sandwiched between Lucifer and the table.
I must admit I was moved by the prick.
But I'm also determined to make him my "bitch".
Anyways, as we continued to exchange words,
I informed Lucifer that I am no longer a girl.
I am now a woman and slowly,
I raised my right hand and...grabbed him in the groin.
He was startled at first, but then smiled,
and said he likes this "new" me.
I am not sure what happened next, or how it happened,
but I believed, I convinced him to lower his head to kiss me.
We kissed for a good two or three second,
and I made sure to give him a slip of my tongue.
It must have been a shocker for him.
Since having an arrogant pea brain, like his,
Lucifer is the type that can't comprehend that others,
Can be different from what he perceives them to be.
I'm sure I gave him some type of boner
And the last time I looked back,
He got too hot and had to leave the room.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Chapter Four - 4.2.1 The Lucifer Series ~ Boobies warns "Lucifer will be at Tinseltown again"
Lucifer will be at Tinseltown again
It's been almost over a year.
The thought of seeing Lucifer again,
Makes me gag.
Everytime I see him,
He annoys me to death,
And I want to kick him in the balls.
Now, this will be the third time,
Where Boobies and I would have bump into him, again,
At the same location,
looking at art.
As always, I assure you,
this prick will open his mouth,
Say something inappropriate,
And I will surely either kick him in the balls....
or give him the kiss of death.
When we arrived, there he was.
Right smack in the centre of the room,
was Lucifer with an acquaintance.
There was nowhere else to move,
And so it seemed the crowd pushing me,
Closer, towards the centre of the room.
As I came closer,
he turned and looked down at me.
I was ready to kick him where it really hurts.
But then...I saw his face, something was different.
Nose was straighter,
Jaw bones more manly and defined.
Okay, I have to admit,
The prick was more handsome than before,
And I couldn't force myself to kick him,
Cause I was distracted by his new found good looks.
We exchanged a few words.
I asked him if he was in any form of a relationship.
His response wasthat the only type of relationship,
He's in is one with himself.
I peered at him and uttered "player" to his face.
I then moved on with Marcella,
leaving Boobies behind to chit chat with him.
It's been almost over a year.
The thought of seeing Lucifer again,
Makes me gag.
Everytime I see him,
He annoys me to death,
And I want to kick him in the balls.
Now, this will be the third time,
Where Boobies and I would have bump into him, again,
At the same location,
looking at art.
As always, I assure you,
this prick will open his mouth,
Say something inappropriate,
And I will surely either kick him in the balls....
or give him the kiss of death.
When we arrived, there he was.
Right smack in the centre of the room,
was Lucifer with an acquaintance.
There was nowhere else to move,
And so it seemed the crowd pushing me,
Closer, towards the centre of the room.
As I came closer,
he turned and looked down at me.
I was ready to kick him where it really hurts.
But then...I saw his face, something was different.
Nose was straighter,
Jaw bones more manly and defined.
Okay, I have to admit,
The prick was more handsome than before,
And I couldn't force myself to kick him,
Cause I was distracted by his new found good looks.
We exchanged a few words.
I asked him if he was in any form of a relationship.
His response wasthat the only type of relationship,
He's in is one with himself.
I peered at him and uttered "player" to his face.
I then moved on with Marcella,
leaving Boobies behind to chit chat with him.
Chapter Four - 4.1 The Lucifer Series ~ The Beginning
How we've met: online lava life
Where he found you: plenty of fish
How did that happened?:you create a profile on lava life that redirects the boys to go to plenty of fishy
Reason: what silly girl pays to be found geezzz plus lava life is hard to navigate.
How he messaged u: He explained that he had to create a whole new profile on plenty of fish to message you. gosh, u must be pretty cute then!
What u saw: you saw a lame picture of him lying on a sports car with his shirt unbuttoned (gay Italian dude) and another picture with him in a suit. Now that's better.
How you met in person: both agree to meet in yaletown for drinks.
As you browse through the photos online, you noticed a silly girl, but cute, kissing a Lollipop. Then you think to yourself, how are you going to compete with that?
Next, some weird looking guy messages you. He looks like a Hapa man sitting on a quitted couch. Hmmm, this guy must live in his mum's basement. Skip.
On the second date, you both meet at Hapa izakyza near by his place. At the table, he tells you that you are the most beautiful girl in the room. Dinner was great. Before both of you depart, he demands a kiss from you. You give him a peck on the lips and he smiles with a corky satisfaction.
On the third date, you drove pass his building to look for parking. As you drove by, you see him stepping out the door way as he waits you. He looks to the side at a rose bush and then bends over to smell a rose. You caught him in action and sent a txt to him. "I saw u smelling roses at the front door". He texted back denying the whole thing. lol
Where he found you: plenty of fish
How did that happened?:you create a profile on lava life that redirects the boys to go to plenty of fishy
Reason: what silly girl pays to be found geezzz plus lava life is hard to navigate.
How he messaged u: He explained that he had to create a whole new profile on plenty of fish to message you. gosh, u must be pretty cute then!
What u saw: you saw a lame picture of him lying on a sports car with his shirt unbuttoned (gay Italian dude) and another picture with him in a suit. Now that's better.
How you met in person: both agree to meet in yaletown for drinks.
As you browse through the photos online, you noticed a silly girl, but cute, kissing a Lollipop. Then you think to yourself, how are you going to compete with that?
Next, some weird looking guy messages you. He looks like a Hapa man sitting on a quitted couch. Hmmm, this guy must live in his mum's basement. Skip.
On the second date, you both meet at Hapa izakyza near by his place. At the table, he tells you that you are the most beautiful girl in the room. Dinner was great. Before both of you depart, he demands a kiss from you. You give him a peck on the lips and he smiles with a corky satisfaction.
On the third date, you drove pass his building to look for parking. As you drove by, you see him stepping out the door way as he waits you. He looks to the side at a rose bush and then bends over to smell a rose. You caught him in action and sent a txt to him. "I saw u smelling roses at the front door". He texted back denying the whole thing. lol
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