My space is giving me alot of problems with blogging so i've moved my rants to Friendster instead.

hereeee.....

http://thebutterflytales.blogs.friendster.com/the_butterfly_tales/

I just watched 2046 on cable... yes I'm years slow.. Tony Leung was goooood...

I can identify so much with his character it like watching my life story unfold.. wait someone SHOULD film my life story. It'll be under comic tragedy.. oh how fate mocks me.. I LOVE IT.

ok.. back to writing on the main blog. 

I suffering from another relapse, just as I did when I got back from Australia and now again when I'm back from Taiwan. Maybe it's the lack of alcohol.. the lack of nice decent weather.. or that I still hate being here.

The great thing is that I've been having alot of great sex. Finally. I'm being rewarded. A few things that I'll be posting on the main blog in the near future.

1. Teasing sex. One great nightof hot and I mean it literally also.. HOT sex.

2. Blaque and GT4's bday.

3. What I like during sex.

4. Why I think I'm going to hell.

5. My first porn production

I'm heading to Genting on Monday thru Wednesday.

Then Taiwan on 19th through 30th. In case you guys miss me. Everyone should.

I'd post this on the main blog in due time, but first, I need ya help me giving me suggestions on where to party in Taiwan.

I went for a beer survey today. I am the smartest guy there.. everyone else.. well most of them are DUMB. I consistently disagreed on their opinions about commercials for the beer. Basically, some of them are IDIOTS.. I don't care what you think..

Commercials need to border on absurdity... if it's realistic what impact can there be. These idiots bitched about the commercials being 'not realistic' and 'extreme'.. two words. Dumb.Ass

They should just shut up and listen to what I have to say. None of them rebutted anything I said.. cos they're smart enough to figure that they can never out talk me in English anyway.

Some stuff I said.

"Beer here is urine.."

"at baby showers." when they asked where else can consumption of beer take place.

The interviewer loved me. She had to, I'm one of 4 people giving intellectual feedback. The rest are idiots.

I don't have many incidents of gays picking me up, but i've had a couple of indecent proposals from them. If you haven't read my post of Bali, then this is an excerpt.

Gay boy: I'll pay u 1 million Ruppiahs to fuck u.
Me: I'll give u 2 million ruppiahs to fuck off.
Gay boy: U are so not straight, i know a gay when i see one.
Me: Ohhh, ya radar really needs oiling sweetie. Im straight as hell.
Gay boy: No, u are so not straight.. u want to fuck me..
Me: I only fuck Japanese.. man.

Im not homophobic or anything remotely close. I'm a Sociology major, it's in me to be objective. I've had couple of people asking me if I was gay too. Well, I am vain, that much I admit.

The other thing is that I spend alot of time with guys. If you are from NUS, you'll probably see me always with guys. I guess I have to be the bitch, the bottom.. since I'm always the pretty one.

Seriously, if I was gay I'd hit on me in a heartbeat. No shit all you Boy Georges, I think I'm a great catch.  If you have to hit on someone, might as well be me. I've seen how they all eye me when I hit a gay club, its like a wandering cow in a lions den, they ALL WANT A PIECE OF THAT ASS! Ohh, can I be any more in love with and delusional about myself...

The other proposal I got was outside Liat Towers. I was seated at the benches waiting for my girlfriend (read ex girlfriend.. girls are too smart these days to want to date me..) when these two Protein Shake overdosed Schwarzenegger replica in fish net tops come to sit next to me.

These two are the types that DO NOT hide their sexuality, how do I know?

1. The girlish giggle. I swore Ashley Simpson was under there somewhere.
2. They constantly tickled each other. Wait.. nah, I doubt I do that.

One of them asked me for the time, then made some small exchange, asked me who I was waiting for, before finally inviting be back to their crib.

Me: "Ermm.. I think my girlfriend would not like that.."

I can't imagine what they would have done to me. These guys were huge, had biceps bigger than my thighs and could snap me in half. I wonder how sex would be served? Maybe they'd have tossed me to one another. The Butterfly is very strong.. but even I cannot take on behemoths.

The thing about gays is that they tend to have a good gaydar tracking system, allowing them to systematically filter out who plays for their team. Its like they see an invisible jersey. Occassionally, these gaydar fails and they hit on loyal hole diggers like me. Well you can't blame them, anyone as pretty as me deserves some attention.

She just manages to light up my day, almost like that unwanted morning light that peers through the blinds to wake you from your dreams. Its a a slow calling to wake me to face reality, that perhaps.. just perhaps I really miss having someone there for me.

I wake to a familiar voice on the phone, its been sometime since I've heard it, but memories are starting to stream back.

She: "What are you doing, boy?"
Me: "Sleeping.."
She: "Sleeping with anyone?"
Me: "Would have been you if you hadn't left.."
She: "Been fooling around since I left?"
Me: "Yea, I'm hoping to give you a present when you get back.. its called syphillis."

She starts laughing. Time is too precious for laughter especially when you are on overseas call.

She: "I miss you.."

For some reason, I actually felt good hearing that.

Me: "Yea you should, I'd miss me too"

Typical typical me. Predictability of my dysfunctional emotive expression..

She: "I just knew you'll say that."

Wine is evil, and so is champagne. My mum tried to exclude me from the wine tasting but a slip of tongue and I demanded to be put back on the list of grace.

My parents watched in horror as I emptied the glasses.

Mum: "Slow down! Its a wine tasting not a buffet!"
Me: "Its the same.. if it's free, I have no time to lose."

The first bottle of white is a 2004 Jacobs Creek Chardonay. Good stuff. To me at least. I took two glasses in a swipe. They let me know that wine is supposed to be appreciated. What are they talking about.. I continue drinking.

I finished half a bottle.

The red comes. My dad took a sip and condemned it for lack of body. The bottle still brimming with wine is turning into a profligacy. I attempt to arrest this even at the cost of getting drunk. Wait. Thats the whole point.

Dad: "How much are you going to drink?"
Me: "Anything free deserves at least 6 glasses of my time.."

I really ought to get a remember-all from Harry Porter. Its like taking a swipe of bleach and smearing it over my memory cache, I cannot remember faces.

Some girl was smiling to me in the library today. Its either she's not prominent enough to be remembered or she's not hot enough for me to waste precious brain cells on. It is NEVER my fault. Neither am I that hot to have random girls smiling at me. Well.. sometimes. 

I gave an awkward returning smile and as soon as her figure drew closer and I spotted celluloid on her 35" thighs, I channelled all energy to my most demeaning frown. The nerve of women these days, walking around in the of tightest shorts with the ugliest of thighs.