Încă un concert la cea de a XVI-a ediţie a Târgului Internaţional GAUDEAMUS, la Romexpo. Joi, de la ora 19:00. S-ar putea să fie înregistrat sau transmis, vă anunţ de îndată ce aflu mai multe.

I’m curious how many support requests Twitter and Facebook get each day. #T

Laff Til Yuh Belly Bust is back with a new version, "The Quickie". Mahadeo Shivraj teamed up with Stealth Productions and transformed the popular stage show into a DVD. Buy your original copy here www.filmbaby.com The Quickie was written, produced and directed by Mahadeo Shivraj. Director of Photography and Video Production by Neil Anthony Bacchus / Stealth Productions done. www.Stealthtv.com http skits on "The Quickie" package includes: Bush Legacy Balaam Shakewell Rumdat ratings Wife The …

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGwBcuoaSSU&hl=en

Canon software doesn’t work on Snow Leopard yet. Guess I’ll take out the SD card. #T

How Twilight Works: http://bit.ly/6RwivB For the record I have never read any of the books or watched the movies but thought this was funny. #T

and yet i’m still in campus! This is the last trip for the day,just came here to download new stuff from cybertracker(hehehe=)) while waiting for the bf who went for his midterm! raghu who is sitting right beside me(he was dragged out from his room by me of course) looks really bored even though he is downloading like damn a lot of stuff.

Anyway, i came to campus 5 times a day is cos : -

1. 10am-11am  ecp tutorial class

2. 1pm-2pm emm2016 midterm

3. 430pm – around 5pm came here to grab the window7 pro x64 from the lab for free!(suppose to get it after the test,but so into it till forgotten about it,cant come before 6pm class or else the lab would be closed already.Lots of people waiting to grab it! hopefully the bf will be in time to get one tomorrow morning.)

4. 6pm – 655pm emm tutorial class=.= “Mr So?” ’s class

5. Now lor……

hmmmm~~ i guess that’s all for now,will update if i think of anything to talk about here.

PS: note to karuna,lol.. i trying to and hoping i will be able to not let this be a 3-minute thing=)

The whole article isn’t fun to tear apart, but this is:

Mary Lou Narbus, a 51-year-old mother of three from Rockwood, Maine, told ABC News she’s pleased Question 1 prevailed in rejecting same-sex marriage. “I believe that marriage is for a man and a woman… and I don’t believe that [gay marriage] should be taught in school, period,” she said.

Um, Miss Narbus, I have two things:

1) Narbus? Is it supposed to Subran backward, or is that just a coincidence?

2) The law was not a proposal to teach gay marriage in school, it was to make it legal. Frankly, what part of school teaches anyone about marriage anyway? I really don’t think marriage of any variety should be taught in school, because it’d be the most boring lesson ever, AND it’s not more useful than chemistry.

What planet is Lady Gaga from? #T

Watching The Cuious Case of Benjamin Button. #T

RT @wordpressdotcom: The first WordPress.com video contest! Topic: giving thanks. Grand prize: a Flip Mino HD! http://wp.me/pf2B5-OC #T

Best season of Survivor ever. #T

My wounds are healing.  I did pull some stitches (I do acrobatics in my sleep) so it’s going slower than I would like, but it’s getting there.  My breast has a two inch scar horizontally on the underside.  Only visible to me and him, so it’s no big deal.  He knew I had the inital biopsy done and both procedures, so it’s no big deal.    I’m absolutely craving dick, so it’s been hard at times.   My clit still works just fine though. 

i am so glad this week is over. up and down and up and down times like 283746873. there was this time i prayed for wisdom and got it. )))))) paintballing tomorrow!! wheeeee

Technically it is because it already pass 12am=)

Finally get to go home in evening,see what my parents brought back from BALI! haven’t slept on my nice queen size bed for sometime now, just thinking of it makes me sleepy.. Cleaned the hamster’s cage 5 minutes ago, don’t want to come back in a super smelly room! maybe tomorrow i’ll upload photos of those 2 fatties!

anyway,i’ll wrap up most of the week using photos!

saw this when i first came back my room on monday, lol

Since shu yi is uploading all the proper looking photos,i’ll show all the messy ones!

Both of us with Smokey eyes=)

Edited version of the photo shu yi uploaded, done by daryl(dear)..

I’m almost complete with my queen/box chain!! I open and closed each and every ring with my hands using pliers! took my a good 3 days just to make this(long story)..

Recovering from a week in NYC is similar to recovering from Las Vegas. #T

Heres a healthy fitness tip: “If you clench your buttocks while walking, you can really take the pressure off your knees” – Dwight Schrute.

RT @wordpressdotcom: The new P2 theme is here! http://wp.me/pf2B5-Jt #T

I hate memorizing subjects! unless its mutiple choice=.= ish, went through the same info twice already and yet i can’t seem to get all the information into my head! argh!  wish can fastforward time and skip the stupid test! =(

Woke up late even though i slept early because my room was too comfy!

A Good Girl
A Quickie by RedBud  ♏

Leila’s stomach tingled. Why couldn’t she say no?
She loved men. She loved how they smelled. She loved how they walked, their hips and their angular, muscular bodies. Not all men, mind you, but beautiful men. She felt his cock, his beautiful penis pressing against her ass through his pants and her skirt. He was pulling down her panties. She let him. Oh, she loved how men were turned on by her. She loved seeing them hard and seeing their desire for her.
She loved penises. Not all penises, mind you, but beautiful penises. The long and skinny ones, the bent ones, the squat but fat ones. Yes, she had preferences, but penises had personalities. Why did she love men so much?

She lifted first one foot, then the other, as he pulled off her thin white cotton panties. Then his hands moved upward, under her shirt, and pinched her nipples. She moaned. He was pushing his cock into her rear, making clear what he meant to do. Oh, yes, she loved the feeling of him grinding his hips against hers – the sheer, raw abandonment of pretense, of the civilized, for the simple fact that she was a female and he was male. Men needed to fuck, and oh!, but they needed to fuck ‘her’. She pushed back against him, arching her back. They just couldn’t help it.
“What?” she gasped.
“Who’s that?”

“Oh shit,” she breathed, “it’s my parents!”
“I thought they were gone for the night!”
“Shit!” she manically picked up her panties and his shirt, coat, shoes, everything! The light from the car’s headlights lit up the bedroom wall behind them. She heard the front door rattle, then open. They were both coming in! The car was still running.

“Quick!” she hissed urgently. Without saying a word, she shoved her beautiful man into the shallow clothes closet, stepped in against him, her back to him, squeezing him against the back wall of the closet, and turned, quietly but quickly pulling closed the louvered folding doors. His clothes, everything, were still in her hands.
The door to the bedroom opened. Leila could see them through the louvers of the closet doors.
“Did you leave it in here?” her mother asked.
“I don’t know,” her father answered, annoyed.

“Did you look in your coats.”
“Yes.”
“In all your pants?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” her father answered impatiently. “I paid for something over the phone, that”s the last time I had it.”
Now they were both in the bedroom.
“Where’s Leila?” her father asked.

“Maybe she hasn’t come home yet,”said  her mother.
“But her car’s outside.”
“Maybe she went back out with a friend.”
“She should at least have left a note.”
“Honey,” her mother answered, “she’s going to be in college this fall.”
“We’re alone in the house?”
Her mother bent over, looking under the bed. Her father stepped behind her, his hands on her hips, his pelvis against her butt.

Oh NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! – Leila bit her lip. I don’t want to see this!
“Not now.” Her mother stood. “I don’t want to be late.” She went around to the other side of the bed and bent over again. Leila’s lover was moving behind her, quietly, slowly lifting her skirt. No! Up. Up. Her skirt caught above her ass, caught between them. No! He was slowly, quietly, letting his cock out. She could feel it lodged between the cheeks of her ass. The feel of skin and the heat of his cock was like a jolt of electricity. No! What was she doing?
“Here it is!” said her mother. “It fell off the nightstand.”

Then they were both on their hands and knees, picking up the money, photos and god knows what. Leila’s mouth opened wide. She stifled a cry. Her lover’s cock was between her thighs. He was pushing up and against her opening. And what was to stop him? The wet and swollen lips of her sex? They were all but inviting his cock, ready to kiss the head of him and they did. They kissed and opened slowly, lovingly around the flared head of his cock. She rolled her eyes and bit her lip again. No! But she arched her back. She could have squeezed her thighs together. The lips of her pussy closed lovingly round the flange of her lover’s cock, sealing the head of him inside her, all but sucking him in. He pushed and the rest of his him slowly sunk into her. It was all she could do to keep silent. The feeling!

O, the feeling of a man sliding up inside her, the skin, the heat of his body, that width and hard length impaling her soft insides. It felt so good! She loved the hard feeling of a man’s body around her and against her and inside her, all at the same moment – the feeling of being completely possessed. O God, the feeling of him between her legs and the stiffness of him so far inside her… she couldn’t breath.

“O, look at this,” said her mother. “Your pictures fell out.”
“I forgot about these.”
“Look at Leila,” her mother crooned. “That’s when she was in kindergarten.”
“What a sweety.”
“The face of an angel.”

Leila’s lover pinched her nipples, both of them, and pulled on her piercings. She pushed her nipples into his hands and leaned her head against his shoulder. His cock slowly, quietly, drew back and then pushed back up, up, oh… up until she could feel his soft bulbous tip tickling the barrier to her womb. He was licking the nape of her neck. O God, she wanted to groan and moan and writhe on his impalement. Her own moisture was dripping down her thighs. The bastard. His right hand went to her clit. It was erect and bulging from its little hood. Oh… he was pinching it softly between his fingers.

“Look at this one,” said her father. “This was when she was in seventh grade.”
“Look at how long her hair was!”
“A little brunette, just like you and a string bean. Remember what a tomboy she was?”
“She still is,” her mother sighed. “I never see her with a boyfriend. It worries me a little.”

O, he was pushing his cock so deep in her, holding it there, rolling her clit between his fingers. She prayed they wouldn’t open the closet door. She prayed they wouldn’t see what was in lodged in their daughter’s belly. She was still holding her lover’s shoes, and clothes and her own panties. What could she do? She was helpless. She gasped. She felt a first spasm where his cock pressed at her cervix. Christ! She needed to be quiet.

Her lover reached down, took her panties from her hand. What was he doing? His hand came up, and her panties. His finger pressed her lips open and she sucked on it, penetrated in her mouth as well as her sex. God, she loved men. He was putting her panties in her mouth! She tasted herself and even the cum of her lover from an earlier tryst. She bit down on her panties. His fingers moved back to her clit, gently pinching, rubbing and squeezing the helplessly exposed nerve and then, oh, and then, oh god, he was gently pulling and thrumming her clit piercing. Her eyes rolled again and she arched her ass against him, surrendering to the inevitable.

“Look at this. Her senior year high school photo,” her Daddy crooned.
“She cut her hair too short.”
“It’s cute like that. Very smart.”
“And she’s still thin as a rail,” her mother answered. “She won’t eat anything I cook her!”

O, but her belly was ‘sooo’ full. If she could have made a sound, she would have been grunting and moaning with the fullness of his beautiful cock. She would have been licking the sheets or the floor as he filled her belly thrust after thrust with his beautiful penis.
“Can you believe she’ll be graduating in a week?” her mother sighed.
“She should have left us a note.”
“She’s eighteen.”
“Do you remember the things I did to you when you were eighteen?” her Daddy growled.

“She’s got a better head on her shoulders than I ever did,” her mother answered, smiling archly. O no! What was her Mom doing? She was still on her knees. She was leaning on the bed with an elbow and she was pulling up her skirt behind her. “I do remember. When I was her age, ‘you’ were all I could think about, but Leila’s a smart girl. She’s already a pre-med student. I can’t believe it. She doesn’t drink. She doesn’t do drugs.  She doesn’t smoke. She gets straight A’s.  She doesn’t have one bad habit. We must have done something right when we raised her.”

They were both facing her. Thank god. She could only see their faces. She should close her eyes. She couldn’t. Her Daddy moved behind her Mom. “Huh!” she saw her mother shoved forward against the edge of the bed, her back arch, her mouth open, her mother’s eyes roll, half lidded, before her Daddy held her against himself by her shoulders. Her Mom let out a long moan. “Uhnnn, yes. Hurry. You feel so good… do it!”
And then her Dad was thrusting quick and hard. “Is this all you could think about?” he asked.

But her mother couldn’t answer, she was sucking on her father’s fingers, her eyebrows knitted in the beautiful agony of penetration.  O God! Her lover was thrumming her clit ring, pushing, and pushing up into her, holding himself hard inside her – pushing against her womb. She rose onto the balls of her feet, desperately trying to be quiet, pushing her pierced divide against him. No! She held her breath. She tensed and tried to stop the pleasure. Her Daddy had both his hands on her mother’s hips now. Her Mom was licking the sheet, both her elbows up, palms flat at her waist, pressing down on the mattress. And then she heard her mother cumming. O my God! It sounded just like her. Short little inhalations as her muscles clamped down on her lover’s cock. And Leila… No! She closed her eyes and tried to stop. She was stiff. She tensed her abdomen and belly until they were knots of muscle.  No! But she couldn’t stop it.

What could she do? She couldn’t make a sound. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t stop him tugging on her nipples rung and thrumming her clit ring. His cock was sooo deep inside her. And the magical thing about orgasms, the thing that she loved about orgasms, was what she dreaded now. No matter how tightly she clenched her stomach muscles. No matter how rigidly she held her spine. No matter how agonizingly stiffly she clenched the muscles of her thighs, she could do nothing, and had no control, over the most pleasurable nexus of her body – ‘that’ belonged to her lover. That spasm between her legs, deep in her belly, was answering lovingly, smoothly, increasingly to her lover’s calls, to his thrumming fingers and his expectant cock pressing against her insides – in places she would probably never touch herself. That moment of surrender, that tipping point when the straining core of her belly finally answered her lover’s ministrations, caused her to arch her slender body like a bow as she slipped helplessly toward her first spasm.

The whole of her body was jolted as she contracted around her lover’s cock. She didn’t make a sound. She tasted the blood of her own lip. She saw sparks as her vision dimmed. Each contraction drained her, forced her complete surrender. Even as her orgasm was fading, her body continued to tighten and release the cock penetrating it with little sparks and uneven shudders.

Her Dad was standing, zipping his pants. Her Mom pulled up her panties, or so she thought, and lowered her skirt, her top half resting on the mattress. When she pushed herself upright, standing, she smoothed down her black skirt and lightly pressed her belly. “Mmmm…. It feels good in there.” She turned and kissed her Dad. “Let’s just go. I don’t need to clean. You can just think about all that cum in me when we’re at the party.” She smiled mischeviously. Her Dad groaned.

“Do you think she went somewhere with Jeremy,” her Dad asked.
“Jeremy,” her mother mused. “Her college counselor? Don’t you think he’s a little old for her?”
“He’s not that much older than I was,” her Dad grumbled.
“Don’t you worry, she’s a good girl.”

Leila’s parents passed by the closet as they left the bedroom. Jeremy’s cum was spurting inside her. O, it felt so good. There was nothing she  could do. O yes, she loved feeling a man’s cum filling her, the feel of it jetting into her belly, spurt after spurt. She let him force her pussy tightly against his pelvis, let him force his cum deeply into her belly. The front door closed. Her seventh grade picture slipped off the bed.
A last warm spurt of cum emptied into her core.
She was such a bad girl.
She was such a bad, bad girl.

Its been a *headdesk* day for me, or better yet a “Foot-in-Mouth” day.. maybe even a talking out of my ass day.  It all started with this tweet.

“Wonder if there’s a greeting card for this holiday? RT @avflox: Guess what, you guys! It’s International Quickie Day! http://bit.ly/1hBfON ” – by Harry Lang

I attempted to be funny in my own warped way of being:

“Oh no! Its the male Valentines day! RT @harrylang RT @avflox: It’s International Quickie Day! http://bit.ly/1hBfON ” – By Maruska

Which .. well then prompted this:

“International Quickie Day is “male Valentine’s Day”? @maruskamorena does quickies a gross disservice. What do you think?” – by Av Flox

Which prompted this post. If you’re a long time reader, you know I have a few sexual hang-ups. Most everyone does by this age anyway.

What I didn’t expect was just how bitter I found myself to be.  I don’t know if I’ve been repressing it or if its just something about today. (The ex somehow made it into my thoughts this morning.)  But as soon as I saw the tweet from Av Flox, I knew I needed to do some soul searching.

Why would I think that “quickies” were merely male desired? I, myself, am not that closed minded am I?

So I began to think about my past, which is really not a good thing to do sometimes, and I realized that based on my past history.. Quickies have never ever been a good thing.

Don’t get me wrong. I love sex. I enjoy casual sex and commitment sex. I like good sex and great sex.. and sometimes even bad sex is better than no sex.. sometimes anyway.

But I’ve never had a good quickie.  Oh sure the quickie itself was fine. It was what happened after it that wasn’t.

There were the “I’d like some quick sex, but I’m going to break up with you right after.”  or the “I can’t wait til after the party, I have to have you now.. followed by a night of completely ignoring me in public” or many variations of that.  Quickies in my past have all been “Lets get this over so I can ignore you.” or “I’ve already got the sex today so I don’t need to even try anymore.”

As I’m typing this, I realize just how completely sad that is.  How wrong it is, and how much crap I put up with without a single complaint.

I really really hate finding those emotional landmines in me. I hate that they’re there.  But in discovering them, I am now aware of them and can heal them. In time anyway.

In Time.

I miss NY food! #T

die Unterarmgehstützen (schickes Modell in lila/schwarz ) lehnen daneben an der Wand. Ich hoffe ich hab alles dabei.

Her er lige en lille hurtig snack, ideel når blodsukkeret og koncentrationen daler.Når jeg arbejder har jeg altid følgende med mig:Gojibærrå kakaonibs1 banan
Mos bananen med en gaffel,tilsæt en håndfuld rå kakaonibs og rør rundtDrys gojibær over
In Joy;)
Ægte rå økologiske kakaonibs kan købes her: http://shop.rawfood.dk/product.asp?product=55

Åh jeg ELSKER bare lækker mad (og dessert, ikke mindst!) som tilfører kroppen maksimal næring og energi – og som samtidig kan laves på under 5 minutter og uden opvask! Det er en quickie.
Her er en hurtig ChokoCrunch Energi budding.-Og den er så sund at den kan spises til morgenmad!
Mos en banan med½ tsk kokosolie1 drys vaniljepulver2 spsk rå kakao
Smask det hele godt rundt til det bliver dejligt moset. Drys med rå kakao nibs (stykker af hele kakaobønner) og evt også med gojiberries.

AND EAT LIKE YOU GIVE A DAMN!:)