Tiago

I don't feel like blogging about my life today but I want to post a so called prose about a girl losing her virginity.

We had Law 101 classes together and a side of psychology but the only thing he ever said to me was thanks… And that was for handing out a marked paper to him.
He only got interested in me when I was in at party with 10 too many drinks.
Confessed my love for him. Fell into the pool and came out with my knickers exposed to the world thanks to a white tight wet pencil skirt.
He helped me out and had my hair towel dried after he passed me a mug of Earl Grey tea.
We didn’t say a word until my thick locks were half dried.
“I like your knickers, could I call you sometime?”

It's exciting and yet nerve wrecking that I'm going to give it up today. I had waited ages for this; obsessed with what I thought would be the most important day of my life. Although I was saving myself for George Harrison, see I’m picky even with shoes when they only go on my feet.
Least I’m not anal like all of the other virgins.

I am so glad that I’ve been saving and not for someone whom I’ve had luke warm feelings for cause Tiago is brutally hot. Those built biceps, sticking pelvis, succulent lips and a luscious chest. A whiz with mechanics and the guitar. But the sexist thing ever; is his mind.
The boy’s a walking calculator, with the imagination of David Eddings and has the insight of the men behind JSTOR.

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I scurried about the room looking for something to wash my cuts with; I made a mess out of myself in the shower.
I heard men love tushies, I had left the water running when I was sculpting my pubs I had my legs open wide to make sure I got every inch of hair shaved off.
When I got out I found myself having a few dozen or so little nicks that build up a messy sight down below with blood trickling down my little tuff.
In panic I found the first disinfectant for wounds and heavily padded my gauze with iodine.
Fucketty fuck fuck!
Iodine stains skin you clueless bitch!

When panic settled I stared at myself naked with bulgy curves and a yellow pelvis. How the hell is this supposed to be sexually stimulating.
All of a sudden I’m not in the mood and tell him that I’m not ready. We go out for dinner, had ice-cream on our noses and we took a walk in the park.

We lie back on the grass and stare up into the sky. We kiss. His fingers curling to the back of my ears and scooping into my hair sending probably more electric signals to my head and from my head to my toes and back.
He embraces me and I breathe the wonderful mixture of his perfume and scent.

I found myself being pinned against the walls of his home later still kissing me ever so gently and yet dominantly. Like Egyptian silk his touches send me into a vortex of passion and contradicting impatience. He removes my jeans and stares into the mess of red dots, yellow spots and hair. I feel embarrassed again, so much I could die.

I pull my knees to myself and said “I’m not ready.”
“First time trimming the lawn?” he laughs.
I stay absolutely silent, blushing furiously.
He lights his cigarette taking in a few deep puffs and looks at me. His eyes dig into my skin like pork ready to be hooked. “Normally I hate virgins. Dull and naïve… You couldn’t have a good time with one after you’ve seen so many.”
“But you…” He blows smoke into my face
“I’ll like to be your first.”

Lava Or Tsunami

Aliff, Stanley and I were talking about the end of the world about a week back.
Apparently Mr Tee LiFu is very hyped up about 21st Dec 2012 (click for "crash course").

In case you're wondering that's the expected day the world would die calculated by scientists, the Mayans - who are geniuses for coming up with such a systematic calender and many others.

That date is also a Friday, written in the Koran that a Friday is the day we would experience Armageddon.
Friday, the day Jesus died too.
It's also argued that it will be the birth of a new era.

Na, I'm not going to talk about the end of the world cause I don't think Americans need more websites on the coming of Armageddon.
I really don't want to see actual people buying generators and clearing everything off the shelves of Walmart.

Digress:
Besides I don't want to be a survivor with nothing else but a either genius asshole, a priest, an emo kiddo, a psychologist, some other Holy person from the various religions, an alcoholic or a dumb chemistry teacher (most chemistry teachers can't teach, that's why I picked chemistry but mine can!). Then I would have to force myself to copulate in order to rebuild the rest of the Human race, I don't wanna be a baby factory.
:End of digression

Would you rather be burnt alive, drowned, frozen, suffocated, starve to death or get eaten by Dinosaurs.
Okay Aliff just asked burnt or drown.
I picked the latter, Aliff picked burnt. I like to think how I look like when I die will be my look for my after life. I rather not be a pile of ashes when I go to heaven.
"Oh Aliff hold still already!" He'll be constantly floating.
"So sorry Aliff I didn't see you there." I might sweep him into a dustpan.
He'll be only one colour: black.

Sure I'll be pale and bloated but at least I won't be floating around, oh wait I will...