Like Einstein said...

Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen

- Albert Einstein

Last night, I decided to have a confessiontime, to start the new year without any regrets or heaviness from 2009.

- First, I told a guy I was friend with for a couple of years ago that I had a crush on him then. And that me and a friend hacked his MSN for a year ago. He just laughed.

- I told D-W that “I’m think i’m falling in love with you”. The answer I got was ” you know thats that… kinda a bad choice right?^^”
Eh, Yes I know it’s a kinda bad idea. Like THE MOST STUPID IDEA WHAT I’VE EVER GOT. But it wasn’t a choice… Worst thing is that he doesn’t like me back. It feels like i’ve been in this situation before, like in everytime I try to be happy with someone else.

- I texted B and said i’ve something to say.
He answered: Tell me?
I said: I have a ‘confessiontime’ (: hm, I was in love with you from about the first time we got together last year until maybe May. Then I got over it and I tried to find my way back to that, but i’m not in love with you anymore. But I was sickly in love before.
Thanks to that I got a silence. I texted again and said that his silence scares me. He asked me to call him and I did. Then he said “I have no feelings for you”. W-H-A-T   T-H-E    H-E-L-L
For 24 h ago you said you were in love with me and that i’m special and blahblah. (Now afterward I realise how ridiculous it sounds, and I can’t believe I fell for it). I went against all my common sense when I got together with him. Thought it would be different, but difference up in my ass. He only used me for sex (which he didn’t even get). Isn’t that wonderful? Great… I was so naive. I cried a few tears last night, because I was foolish enough to get used. I used to know better. And I wasted my whole year on him. All i had in my was him from December 2008 to maybe May when I finally got over him. Then D-W came along and I was swept away by him and he don’t even like me either. And even if he did, we don’t live in the same country.

I realised I’m falling for D-W when E-B revealed that she made a blowjob on her boyfriend for the first time. Then it just hit me that I wouldn’t go near a naked B. Not even a dressed one. But if there was any opportunity for me to touch Denis, or even be near him… I would take it without doubt.

At the moment i’m a bit moody. E-S were suppose to be at my house by 11 so we could go to the city. And I struggled my way up since I was up until 4, but when I call her she doesn’t answer. Turn out that she fell asleep again  she woke up two h too late. I can add that she was a bit pissed last night when I said i’d be tired, and she said she would go home if I was asleep when she came. Annoying.

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How Not to Raise Your Kids

Last week, I wrote a post for NewsReal blasting Conor Friedersdorf for his contention that teen sexting is no big deal.  In his vapid response to his critics, somebody left a comment that perfectly illustrates just how demented the liberal mind is:

Would Calvin Freiburger prefer that a 14 year old girl take off her top IN PERSON to explore her burgeoning sexuality and hormones? If I were a sane parent I’d be grateful that the only sex my kid* were having was virtual.

10 years ago the problem was “hook-ups” where your teen was expected to engage in oral sex on a first date to keep up with her peers. Obviously, that still happens, but if we get lucky, maybe sexting will replace it.

This guy comes from the starting point that his kids are inevitably going to have sex, and there’s nothing he as a parent can do about it.  Far be it from me to put any effort into raising children!  Discipline?  Discussion?  Values?  What are these words of which you speak?

Whether it’s laziness, incompetence, or a simple lack of morals, if this is your starting point, then you’re abdicating your basic responsibilities as a parent, and you are a failure.

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Like A Virgin

I have nothing against virgins, except they’re usually not that good in bed – but can you blame them? I also have nothing against people who choose to be virgins – except I certainly don’t understand why the hell they’d want to miss out on something so fun and healthy… But when I came across someone older than your virgin average, it got me thinking – WHY?!

And I mean virgin in the sense one hasn’t penetrated OR been penetrated. He must be good at sucking cock. This particular young man turned out to be 28 years old and a virgin. Far OUT – what’s that in GAY years! He said he wanted to save it for someone special, and that’s fair enough. But perhaps this ‘special person’ could have been his last boyfriend whom he dated for ONE YEAR? No, apparently that guy wasn’t special enough considering the boyfriend ended up cheating on him.

But could you blame him? If your boyfriend refuses to have sex with you after being together for a year, surely that begs the question “what’s wrong with me!?” Turns out things got messy when Exhibit A walked into his house to find 6 of his mates with his [now ex] boyfriend having a mass orgy. Hot. [I mean, that’s a shame…]

Speaking of virgins, if a virgin I was dating told me that he [or she in this case] was pregnant from some spiritual being – I’d sure tell them to fuck RIGHT off! What a load of bullshit [Christmas reference]

One of my mates then alerted me that there are CLUBS of people who exercise in… not exercising… And sure enough, I came across a Chastity Club [I’m not talking about the one on Glee]. “The New Revolution is Here” claims the website. GOD HELP US! [well, he’s helping them I’m assuming]
“Within the pages of Chastidy.com you are going to find blunt, honest, and uplifting reasons why you’re worth waiting for”
I’m guessing you’re NOT going to find links to several porn sites to help you through it though.

The website also kindly offers advice from “David Morrison , who lives with same-sex attractions, and chooses to follow Christ”.

I just threw up.

Happy New Year.

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The 12 Bad Songs of Christmas:

Santa Baby

Words & Music: Joan Javits, Philip Springer, and Fred Ebb

OK, I have nothing against sex. I also – despite my urge to inflict my list of bad Christmas songs on you – don’t have anything against Christmas.

I do, however, despise the commercialization and rampant out of control capitalist greed that Christmas has come to represent, and when you combine capitalist greed, sex, and Christmas you get this song:

In the song a supposedly sexy young thing asks the fat jolly man to supply the following:

• Sable (as in fur coat, quite cozy until a PETA member throws blood on you)
• ‘54 Convertible, light blue
• Yacht
• Deed to a platinum mine
• Duplex (well, that’s a good investment)
• Checks
• Decorations bought at Tiffany’s (I’ve heard they have a really good breakfast there)
• Ring (presumably with a girl’s best friend affixed to it)
• Peace On Earth

Hee, hee! Yeah, I was kidding about that last one.

Here are some different versions of the song through the years. Starting off with Eartha Kitt who sang the original version in 1953:

Miss Kitt is getting a little help here from what I hope to God are members of La Cage aux Folles *shudder*

Maybe the most well known version for my generation. Madonna’s version from 1987.

Australian Kylie Minogue’s version from 2007

Just in case you haven’t already deleted the link to my blog, cancelled your DSL subscription, and thrown your laptop into the bathtub crying, “The power of Christ compels you!!!” That was RuPaul’s version.

I’m truly sorry.

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A Defining Moment

After seven years of marriage I finally “stepped” out on my marriage. Not because I don’t love my husband or family but because I have this overwhelming craving for the “high.” I feel so dead inside, void of passion in any form in my life. When I capture the attention of someone, male or female, I become obsessed. It makes me feel so over the moon that I am worthy of someone else’s attention, I can’t stop. It becomes a game for me. It consumes me. I think about it night and day. And this time it became sexual. I don’t even like sex. When with my husband I just want it over with.

I know that it is wrong but I still want more, it is like a drug. Maybe it is because I am not getting what I need out of my marriage. I’ve told him about the other man, a man in which he knows and is in the same line of work. He was angry. I told him about how this man listened to me and how that was so attractive to me. We used to talk for hours on the phone and it wasn’t one sided conversations like I’m used to with my husband.  Despite explaining that I need more from my husband in our marriage, the emptiness remains and my mind (and eyes) continue to wander.  

What human doesn’t want to feel needed and loved? My obsessive compulsive tendencies take feelings of wanting to feel needed and loved to a new level. Probably a level that isn’t healthy. From a psychological standpoint, it is likely I have underlying issues that haven’t been dealt with which exacerbate these desires. I haven’t found a therapist yet that will help me deal with that though. I sometime have trouble opening up to my therapists because I worry about her judgement. My paranoia makes life difficult to deal with most of the time. This is yet another symptom of bipolar depression and OCD I have to deal with and would give anything for it to go away.

I feel this desire to act on the attention I get from others is going to get me into trouble. I get so wrapped up in the good feelings from it, I lose the ability to think logically. How do I stop myself from acting on these feelings? I don’t want to go on another medication. I’m tired of feeling flat as I have on some of them I’ve tried. I’d also have to deal with the weight gain as many of the new psychotropic drugs cause. I refuse to do that. So what are my other options? Do I continue seeking the attention of others? As I write this I am already needing that “high” again. If I am able to keep myself from acting on it remains to be seen.

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GenX Frogs

Sounds like a band or something, doesn’t it? Okay. Maybe not. Doesn’t matter. That’s not what I was going f or. So nah.

I’m using frogs as a cheeky endearment for the French not a pejorative. That’s my story and I’m sticking too it.

Anyhoo….

I’m not sure if the French buy into the whole Generation X thing (my understanding is that it’s got it’s Kool Aide drinkers across the channel in England) but if they do then Michel Houellebecq is one of their GenX authors. Born in 1958 he doesn’t fall into the age-range for Generation X, but the themes of his book definitely apply.

Just finished reading his novel, Platform.

And I fucking loved it. And not just because of the cover either, although I am rather fond of it – hubba hubba. I’m reading the hardcover edition and the cover is nothing like the paperback. But we’re not judging a book by it’s cover here. Or are we…..?

Briefly, the story is about a 40 year-old disaffected, cynical French guy whose father has just died. The mother doesn’t really figure in; I can’t even recall in what context the mother is even mentioned. Michel Renault, the main character and narrator, uses some of the money he inherits from his father to go on a vacation, a sex tourism deal — he eagerly and without shame frequents prostitutes. He does meat a girl, Valerie, but nothing happens until they meet up again back in France. Then they carry on a very passionate, lusty affair. In addition to writing about the taboo of sex tourism, Houllebecq’s narrator is none to kind to Arabs/Muslims, toward which his attitude is provacative, derogatory, even caustic and bigotted. My understanding is that MH has been hauled into court for some of the shit he’s written. One can understand why, but that does not take away from the ferocity of the prose and imagination (I scammed that phrasing from a blurb on the back of the book; but it’s true so it’s cool). He sort of reminds me of Brett Easton Ellis, but MH is a much better stylist.

No doubt this novel will not suit the typical American reader. They’re not going to like what they read, especially the derisive attitude toward Western culture, even particularly American at times, though mostly I think the narrator is referring to French culture, which is still Western.

In the end, MH’s fiction version of himself (what othe conclusion can one draw?), having dared to open himself up enough to receive pleasure from a woman lover moves from simply being apathetic to being incredibly bitter. And in the end, like in Douglas Coupland’s, Generation X, the  main character ditches his Western digs for some place more exoctic but not with any sense of hope or new beginning but simply to live out his days, and to be forgotten, forgotten quickly.

Psst. Did I mention that it has some of the best sex scenes I’ve read — sexy, erotic, filthy and lusty all at once!

Strange aside: I tried to read this novel some years ago, after reading the author’s previous novel, The Elementary Particles, but for whatever reason could not…penetrate it, retain much of anything about it. That was before I got on my meds and therapy. Now, I realize just how foggy my head was, and that was why this novel would not click for me. But now, well, it’s crystal clear. I picked it up again and had to plow right through it. Now I’m going back to TEP because I can’t recall what that book was about either, only that on some vague level I liked it.

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Sex & White lies (handcuffs & alibis)

Just woke up, first time on the whole holiday I’ve woken up after 11. I even think it’s the first time since this summer, all the weekends during the year has been early nights so I could do more under the day. But some time has to be the first.

I thought of B before I went to bed. I told myself I would be honest, but I actually lied twice yesterday – both times to B.
- First time was when I said I like him. Thats not true. I realised that this morning since I felt a wage feeling of guilt. I’m fooling him. I tried to tell him that I think he deserves someone who can love him the way he love me, but he didn’t listen. So I said I like him just not that much.
- Second lie was when he asked if I’ve had phone sex with anyone ever. I said Yes.  Mostly ’cause …I don’t know actually. If I told thins to someone else, like a friend, then I would say “because I wanted to make him jealous” but that’s not true.
Thinking about letting him come up maybe next week. Truth is, I’m scared. If he comes, we’re gonna have sex and then f@#¤§ing what? Like I would give my virginity to him…

Done with talk about B now or else i’m gonna be one of those girls who are more like stalker than girlfriends. (WOW, it felt weird writing girlfriend… )

Today my BEAUTIFUL homework are waiting for me. Something about economy and a fiction family with an economic situation I’m suppose to solve. Don’t feel i’m in mood for that so I guess it’s musictime instead. I wanna finish at least two songs during these free weeks and maybe present them to the band. I’ve got a massive pianointro to one of them, and I get goosebumps just talking about it. Haha, I just remembered it’s Day Five of the holiday and I haven’t had a social company since monday.  I’ll try to return to social life next week, just not in mood now.

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Dumbass-Hannah

I should sleep, That’s what I told B when I talked to him a few minutes ago. (Kinda exactly, since I went on the comp seconds after we hung up).

Wow, Hannah has got herself a boyfriend. And wow, It’s B again. Second time this f@¤”#§ing week. But this time it’s different. (I keep it as a mantra in my bad moments). He called me, we talked and… in the middle of everything he said “I have a suggestion”.
“Fine?” I said. Didn’t have so high expectations if I may say so since most of his suggestions includes sex.
“If I stop being so cold hearted and… soulless… If I try to care more and be myself, like I am now…. Would you wanna be mine?”

I stopped breathing for a while there. When we’re broken up, I bet i’m gonna read this and think i was so tragical and stupid who didn’t get what a loser he is. But I actually think he has changed. A bit at least. (read: hoping)

But i’m still not sure about this… distance thing. I mean, he’s talking about coming up on weekends and spending as much time as possible but I need someone I can go to whenever I want, and don’t feel forced to be with just because he’s coming. But at the moment i’m like a 10 year old with a crush. Too bad he couldn’t be here to hold me…

Btw, we made a rule since he knows i’m suckish at relationships.
- No cheating. Cheating count as kissing and phone sex.

Well.. To be continued…

He admitted that he had been hurt by me in past… I’ve made him cry… Dont really believe him tho.

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This Christmas...Give Love

Now that it’s holiday time, we thought about some gifts that you could give so you can enjoy more with your special partner/acquaintance/friend…whatever. La Maleta Roja (The Red Bag) makes this easy fro us. There are suggestions for both girls and guys.

For the girls

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Ale and I have tried this little toy and it’ll assure you hours of fun. It’s really soft and it has the perfect size for both to enjoy.

For the guys

Naughty Boy

This is just for the guys and, according to them, it causes VERY strong ejaculations. We don’t know how strong, so if anyone tries it out, please do tell.

Happy Holidays!

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Swine Flu Vaccine Administered to 60 Million in U.S.

Eugenics! "Making Sure Your Kids Die Young!"

Dec. 22 (Bloomberg) — At least 60 million Americans have received the swine flu vaccine out of 111 million doses available as of this week, the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention reported today.

Most states are now offering free inoculations to everyone after first limiting the shots to those most at risk, said Anne Schuchat, head of the CDC’s National Center for Immunization and Respiratory Diseases, on a conference call with reporters. Vaccine availability across the country has been rising, even as illnesses are on the wane, according to the CDC.

Swine flu rates have declined for seven straight weeks and are at their lowest level since pupils returned to classes in September. Flu season in the Northern Hemisphere usually peaks in January and February, and Americans should get the swine flu vaccine to protect against the possibility of resurgence, Schuchat said.

“This is the time to act,” Schuchat said. “Just because people are taking time off for the holidays doesn’t mean this virus will.”

A CDC survey through Dec. 12 found 46 million people had been given the vaccine, and the Atlanta-based agency estimates that 14 million or more may have been vaccinated since then, Schuchat said.

Vaccinated Children

About 74 percent of parents who tried to get their children vaccinated were able to do so, according to a telephone survey conducted last week by the Harvard School of Public Health in Boston. Thirty-eight percent of all parents said their children were vaccinated, and 22 percent of high-risk adults have been inoculated, according to the survey.

Swine flu, or H1N1, infected 50 million people in the U.S. and killed an estimated 10,000 through Nov. 14 from the start of the pandemic in April, the CDC reported Dec. 10. About 36,000 people die each year in the U.S. from influenza.

Swine flu vaccines at first were given only to the most vulnerable people: children, young adults, pregnant women and adults with chronic health conditions. The vaccine is made using the same process as the seasonal flu, and continued monitoring has shown it equally safe and effective, Schuchat said.

About 35 percent of parents in the Harvard survey said they don’t plan to give their children the vaccine, and more than half of adults say they won’t get it. The top reason cited for not getting the shot or nasal spray was concern the vaccine may be unsafe.

Fighting Swine Flu With Pepperoni

Want Pizza? No worries, simply get a shot first!

The Detroit Health Department is fighting swine flu with pepperoni. When kids return to school after the holiday break, each class has the opportunity to get a free pizza party – if they sign up for the shots.

It’s a simple fact–kids don’t like vaccinations – even when they can get them in a spray.
Their parents, like Leslie Ethridge however, are often eager to get their kids protected, “Your children get 20 some odd inoculations, this is just another one, so if it’s available you should get the shot.”

But when Detroit schools – both public and private– sent home permission slips for students to get H1N1 vaccine at school, the return rate was only about ten percent.

Dr. Walter Davis, Detroit Pandemic Flu Coordinator, told us, “talking to principals and some parents we find that a lot of them are never receiving consent forms.”

The Detroit Health Department has already been working especially hard to get the vaccine into the community.

For instance, today parents attending the Christmas program at the Foreign Language Immersion School on Outer Drive had the chance to get shots for themselves and their children before or after the program.

Mom, Kimberley Wallace said, “This is the easiest for me. This way I don’t have to take them to the doctor’s office, take them out of school or anything so it works out real well.”

But apparently not well enough. So Dr. Davis and his team came up with an innovative idea. They teamed up with Happy’s Pizza. And each class in the city that has a permission slip return rate of 80-percent or more will get a pizza party for the entire class.

According to Neil Master, Director of Advertising for Happy’s Pizza, “Kids love pizza and we love kids in Detroit and we take care of them whenever we can.”

And while the kids may sign up for the pizza, the parents need to know it’s important to sign the forms because flu season isn’t over just because the number of cases have leveled off.

Dr. Davis told us, “With our flu season, the peak is usually in February and it goes into March. I can tell you we will get hit again. We’re in December now. In January and February, the flu will increase tremendously.”

Another mom, L’Tonya Felder got shots for her children, “I think it’s extremely important. It’s important that the Detroit community come together and realize this is important for our health for our protection and we’re combating the h1n1 as well as the regular seasonal flu.”

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i don't want to be your secret anymore.

you know what spoken word does to me guys. i am sitting here mad as all hell, crying hot, angry tears because i can’t help but to. but don’t worry. i am perfectly fine. i had one of the greatest days and one of the best nights, but right now i can’t help but feel a certain type of way.

see—tonight, HE and i might have just rectified months of stress and hostility. HE and i can finally go out to dinner without arguing. HE and i can finally plan an outing without arguing about who has to drive. HE can finally just chill with my family without feeling awkward. HE and i finally have a chance to be okay.

and that is fine. but, i cannot help but to remember the past. because HE and i don’t have the greatest one. and no matter how far back in the closet we push our skeletons, every so often when we open the door, one or two will fall out.

this is a big one.

please watch and listen carefully. i am sure SOMEBODY SOMEWHERE knows how this feels. i am sure SOMEBODY SOMEWHERE is tired of being unappreciated. i am sure SOMEBODY SOMEWHERE needs to see this, and cry their last cry.

sigh.

THAT, my friends, just might be the TRUEST i have ever experienced because this made ME mad. this made me FURIOUS. this made me REMEMBER. and how long can i reiterate the fact that i am tired of being taken for granted. how many more girls are you going to have to be with until you realize that i complete you? how many more dinners will i have to pay for? how many more nights are you going to spread tangled in my sheets with no commitment?

watch it again. but this time–watch it with a new attitude that you are going to leave that unhealthy lifestyle. tell yourself how much better you are and promise to never be THAT GIRL because i am that girl FOR you. learn for this poet and learn from me

so that when you watch this, you don’t have to feel any type of way…because i already did. and trust me, you deserve better.

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Seth et Holth nah > Tusk, Zi:Kill and Hide

Japanese people always said that Hideto Matsumoto wanted to make the phase of Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, so she got it. “Zi:Kill and Hide”. I cannot imagine how happy Hide was to be with this happy band. The girls from whole world would be so jealous her.

**NOTE : artwork in this page is before Decamber 21, 2009. If I draw more of this people, I may not remember to update this post, so you may need to check on my Fickr account or Deviantart account

So now, move on…

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Tuskty and Pink Cobra

One of the most important project that I made is “Tuskty and Pink Cobra”, the children book for charity. Feature Tusk and Ken from Zi:Kill, and Hideto Matsumoto as the Pink Cobra. She is Pink-head king cobra, so I call he like this. If you need to Donate, please read Donate Page. I am sorry that I have only fixed prize for it.

Read the Book description
View Whole Book of Tuskty and Pink Cobra on Blog page
View Whole Book of Tuskty and Pink Cobra on Flickr Set

Seth et Holth is the movie created by Hideto Matsumoto and Tusk Zi:Kill. The movie confused many fans, and Zi:Kill had been rare thing or lost-world band for my country, Thailand. So.. I wrote its description in Thai language. CLICK HERE TO READ

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Seth and Horus

I also made to caricature for both Hide and Tusk; “Seth et Holth” was from “Seth and Horus”. The famous Egyptian myth. Although the original story, they fought each other, and they were uncle and nephew, Hide and Tusk performed in this movie as the lovers.

So now, see my Caricature drawing.

Seth and Horus as Egyptian Drawing

I really visited Egypt about 2-3 years ago.
If you want to see my photography, just enter my Flickr Set CLICK HERE

Egypt is so HOT actually. I have to hold the umbrella to prevent the sun.

Both od Seth and Horus drawings are influenced by the real ancient Egypt drawing/painting. The first one above, I saw the layout in the papyrus drawing, and the one below, I saw the layout from the collection box of Pharaoh in The Egyptian Museum. The museum does not let the visitor take the photography, so I did not have photo in the museum in my Flickr account. But!! there are a lot of people steal taking photo. you know..

Gift for Hide
This is Udjat, the eye that Ra (Sun God) gave to Horus. Hide will love it, although infact, it should be gift for Tusk. I finish this Udjat in 3Ds Max

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Symbolic Painting on Canvas
For Hide and Tusk and for their love.

งง
งง is Thai language which means ‘confuse’
my point is not ‘confuse’
This is Tusk Zi:Kill and Hideto Matsumoto
Signs of colors will tell you who is who.
What is the inside.
Signs of lines will tell you all relationship
There are 3 people.
Supporting, non-supporting, self-advantage and others
Sign of textures and colors will tell you what in their brains.

You can read it easily from these hints.
Acrylic on canvas
45×60 cm

Short Story of Ice-Cream
CLICK HERE to see THE POST for THIS STORY

216 Ways to Kill Cat(s)
This is one of the most project of Sw Eden. I do not know if it is already famous, because Myspace does not show where the click come from. I hope it is famous!!
This project feature a lot of my favorite people, such as Twisted Method, Hide, Baroque band, Zi:Kill guys, Chris Fehn and more more more.

Right now, see Hide and Tusk kill cat together.

This drawing is for Halloween day

One of my most favorite drawing of myself. It is really first design of cartoon Tusk Zi:Kill

And continue when Tusk got Dead End (I didnt talk about the J-Rock band, Dead End)

Merry X Mas Z-Mas to say good bye 2009!! and sa Happy New Year for 2010!!!

Merry X Mas Z-Mas to say good bye 2009!! and sa Happy New Year for 2010!!!

Cubist Painting
This Sw Eden’s work is the most favorite of many friends and many fans. I can call it many names, “Transparent People” or “The Reality of the World”

This cubism painting was painted with Acrylic colors.

Other and Other
“Zi:Kill and Hide” should be better than just “Tusk and Hide”. This is one of my most favorite drawing, too. I love all expression of everybody. They are the happiest band in the world!! Every time when people interviewed them, they will laugh and smile. They are so friendly, and much friendlier than Hide. I am sure that Hide was so happy with them.

Zi:Kill and Hide Karaoke カラオケ の ジキル と 秀人松本

I also wrote the poem for Zi:Kill and Hide, too.
http://sw-eden.deviantart.com/art/We-don-t-say-Love-101689753
http://sw-eden.deviantart.com/art/We-don-t-say-Love-in-Eng-101689712
I confirm that this poem will make you happy!!
The links I gave, one is in Thai and one is in English (Translate from original)

My latest mood to Hideto Matsumoto seems to be very sexy stuff.
Louis Chan, my friend, says that this is porn!! But I say, It is Artwork!!
So, you just consider it by yourself.


Hideto Matsumoto and Tusk Itaya 秀人松本 vs. 板谷祐

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Talking to women

Fuck Mars and Venus; I’m more partial to “A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.”

I am always a little wary of any article, blog, or episode of Hollywood mind rot that claims to have the answers, to explain the secrets, of what men and women “really want.” This will not be one of those pieces: This is more to exacerbate the problem more so than anything else.

What do men and women want? They want to be happy dumbass. I sincerely hope you didn’t pay a lot for that PhD. But what then is happiness? A ha! Was I the only one who just heard the record skip? Trying to define happiness is about as effective as telling some poor shmoe with over-priced custom clubs that the secret to a good game of golf is to get on the green in one. No shit? Thanks. Next you’ll be telling me that the sky is blue in your universe.

I am currently on the cusp a of new relationship and couldn’t be more happy or more terrified. From what “they,” the omnipresent, pseudo-expert windbags have told us, women want a man who is strong but sensitive. He is daring yet modest, funny yet serious. He is black and white, wet and dry… He doesn’t fucking exist.

The first time I seriously considered walking through a shopping mall with an RPG, was the time I heard a report from England that suggested people were having performance anxiety over dinner parties because TV hosts like Martha Stewart and Rachel Ray had pushed the bar of expectation so high. Wah…

Men and women have been dealing with this forever. Society makes a buck off of telling us exactly what we are looking for, more often than not to make another buck by selling us the means to find it. The stock piece of advice is to “be yourself.”

Contemplating this makes me want to grab my Pings and try for the green.

Be myself? I can do this. But I can only be the self I know. Is this the right one? Is this the self she’s looking for? How in hell do I find these things out? Maybe I will search the libraries of the world, seeking to resurrect a dead language where “fuck” and “love” were interchangeable when courting.

For the time being, I will take a deep breath and again step forward in faith with my head held high (while secretly convincing a mutual friend to “accidentally” forward her this post). I’m sure the words will come, hopefully before I do.

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The Sex Equation: Cats and Dogs

In addition to ruining my life and my possessions, my cat is apparently ruining my sex appeal.

According to my male friends, girls with cats have a certain level of undesirability.  This that can be quantified by using the following formulas:

Note that this is using the 1-10 scale, which is obviously subjective.

Cat: Hotness of Girl  - 4 = Adjusted Hotness

Dog: Hotness of Girl +  (10-Hotness of Girl) = 10

Little Annoying Dog:  See Above Cat Formula

For example, a girl who is a 9 on a 1 to 10 scale, would be a 5 after getting a cat. Having 3 or more cats automatically knocks the girl down to a -1, meaning that no sane man will come within 2 miles of her.

On the other hand, a girl who may normally be a 6 automatically gains 4 hot points to become an elusive Perfect Ten, just by getting a dog.  This isn’t always the case for horrendous looking people, but can be applied effectively in most situations.

More “Sex Equations” to follow..

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Kittie & Charlie’s Kinky Advent Calender: 19

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Tender Trip on Earth

Raven’s dark eyes shut in a breif moment of agony. The pain wasn’t so big, but she was a big baby who like to whine a lot for minor injuries. He laughed a little bit. Seeing his big sister in pain was indeed quite comical. “Come on my dear” he told her. “Have a drink and shut you tender lips so I can contemplate the night.” Raven’s answer came in a high pitched scream of pain, as she drove out the final piece of the canine fang stuck on her side. “Just a Wolf bite, my dear, nothing new for us” he told her in his calm voice. His mind was somewhere else.

Raven looked at him. “So, still thinking about this girl?” she asked him as her breathing became regular again. “Indeed I am.” He said as his eyes got lost in the stars above. “Is this something I’ll have to worry about later on?” “No, my dear. Her tender skin is now being caressed by the deadly rays of the sun. Her auburn hair is being braided by skillful hands, while her hands play with the soft seas of the ever blue caribbean. But such paradise is forever lost, at least for you and I. Never again shall we roam the white shores of Calyx Virago. She is a sweet dream, but a dream and nothing more.”

Raven laughed. It was cruel, yet sweet the way she laughed at his brother. He had a way to make everything sound much more beautiful and distant than what it really was. Also, he had a tendency to end broken hearted, alone and palely loitering in the dreadful mists of what mortals call love. Too much a wise mind for such a foolish heart. “Be aware, oh knight at arms, for a wise man once taught me, dreams may come a bitter truth.” she said. He laughed. His sister had a way to make everything sound bleaker and darker than waht it really was. “There is no need to worry, for this princess of the sun, shall not be a Belle Dame Sans Merci, and I shall not be her knight at arms. No, a tangerine dream, perhaps. But ever such a sweet dream she’ll be. For cold are her eyes and distant is her mind.”

Raven stood tall by his side. Her eyes were grave and deep. “Yet she pocess unseen beauty, for thee to wonder through realms of stars and galaxies yet to be born. A phoenix must never burn before flying, Farthel.” “She is one of beauty’s daughters, that is beyond question. But we have seen such beauty before. We have seen far greater beauty before.” Silence fell between them. Somewhere in time and space, a dying clock whispered midnight through the tolling bells. “Then?”, she whispered. “Then, it is the longing for that which will never be ours, that makes me wonder in realms and words unspoken and unseen. Forever absent her blood will be from my throat. Never shal I taste her sun tainted skin. Never her tears shall adorn my nightmares. Never will I hold her soft hand, and take a trip with the moon, or ask for a dance under a crimson cosmos. Never Luna will be her name.” She smiled softly. “And then, quote the raven nevermore?” He gave her a puzzled look. “My dearest brother, I have seen thee fall in the name of beauty. Once your eyes have been spellbound by Aphrodite’s gift, never has thy sould been tranquil. Some wither with time, as all lovers do. But their scent and souvenirs are forever with us. She will never be Luna, but her tender face will haunt the dreams for god only knows how many moons.”

He embraced her tightly and whispered in her ear. “Your point.” She looked him deeply in the eyes. “My point, my dear brother, is that you should at least taste her blood once in a lifetime. Just one single bite in her throat, or her thigh, or her breast. Just a taste of her inner beauty. Just one dream that may come true. For even if they are bitter truths, dreams may become sweet memories.”

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radio 2 "Good good good good vibrations, yeah" Beach boys

I woke up this morning to see a strange light glowing through my duvet and the sound of whirring. Peeking tentatively under the covers I discover a four year old boy with a smile on his face and a wind up torch pointing straight at my lady bits. “Sid, what are you doing. Go and get ready for school you monkey!” Poor lad, it could put him off women forever.

I thought the worst humiliation I would ever suffer was the day I left my Bunny on the side of the bath and found the bathroom perfectly clean and tidy and my favourite toy moved a few inches by my cleaner. But last week I was called into my bedroom for a magic show performed by magician Sid and his delightful assistant Nancy and was witness halfway through to something small, pink and plastic being pulled out of a hat. “Look at the little bunny ears, watch them move, they’re so cute,” squealed Nancy in delight.

“I really think you need to find a new place to hide your sex aids,” says Mr Was Right with a raised eyebrow and pursed lips. Clearly the cupboard in the bedroom with 3 suitcases piled in front of it is not enough to deter young foragers. Time to invest in a safe. A sex safe. Safe sex. But then that makes it all a bit serious. And what if I forgot the number?

I send out a text to the ladies:

“Sex aid unearthed by kids this morning. Where do you hide yours”

Brrrrrrr God honey, that’s funny! Go to Babeland they sell lock up sex toy boxes X V

Brrrrr I just bought a hide a vibe pillow from ebay. My mum in law stayed in my bed the other day and the vibrator I left there the night before went off under her head. Agggh, Xx red-faced Janey

Wohahhh, and I thought my story was bad. I google Hide Your Vibe Pillow. The pillow has a secret compartment where you can store your favorite toy and a small bottle of lube. The pillow won’t hold all of your toys but it’s great for keeping the favorite and most used one to hand. All you have to do is zip it up and toss it on the bed apparently. You can also buy a sweet fluffy teddy that does the same thing but that is just asking for trouble from the kids. Pretty up a shoebox says one mummy blogger, who obviously doesn’t have a girlchild.

I source the web for a multiple of options including one from Vulvalovelovely on the world famous craft site Etsy which sells a fanny shaped cushion to hide your lovelies but that’s like leaving a note on your door saying the cash is under the green towel in my airing cupboard – help yourself – enjoy!

Any ideas?

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17 dec 2009 - raindrops

rained all night… listening now to sound of raindrops and the rustling wet leaves of the trees outside… i can hear the rubbish truck coming in and the rollers of the dump bin – the cleaners do a thankless noble job, what wld we do without them?

read in CC’s blog that she has ‘reconnected with K’… just confirms my previous suspicions when i saw her – dyed hair tied up in ponytail, white track suit, breasts full and voluptuous thrust out proudly, but sitting oh so bored in the far front listening to the ongoing discussion abt contemporary music – about which she probably has NO idea nor interest in, judging from her glazed eyes and fidgeting with her fingernails… i knew then that they were back together again… she had the typical look of a hungry desperate female, waiting for her all important male, even if it meant wasting time and being a sore thumb in the midst of a lively debate abt things too above her head… and whatever for? just to give him a free fuck at the end of it…

how stupid us women are… a prostitute wld deserve better respect – at least there is an honest transaction taking place… but women never learn, and men never change – if i were a man, i wld choose a free fuck over a prostitute anytime… but does the woman realise it before it is too late, that she is nothing but a hole to plug and escape into when he has a need? he told me once, “fucking is a way to forget”… forget? what does he wish to forget? that his longsuffering noble, highly intelligent, capable and beautiful (yes!) WIFE still cares so deeply abt him even tho he has caused damnation and destruction all over and around and inside of her?

good luck to CC the new slut… he likes them cheap and slutty – i understand why now, becos that way he appeases his conscience – becos he thinks these kinds of women dont suffer the shame, humiliation, betrayal and utter vulnerability, that he wld inevitably bring to them…

veronica, the more i know u, the more i think u are beautiful… so is that “blue blur K” – how apt – the “chickenheart” – even more apt… he is beautiful, that is why he has no problems procuring his free fucks and inciting great feelings of female sympathy esp when he gives the impression that he is alone, lonesome and in need of tender loving care, picture this: beautiful talented musician with long silken wild silver tresses, lurking around in a bar, holding his styrofoam bowl of msg-laden soup at 2am in the morning having had nothing to eat all day… what a prize picture for any woman desperate to think they can ‘care for’ a man as beautiful as this one… but… do they even think abt what lies beneath this lovely image?… sadness, destruction, pain – HAUNTING pain that will never ever go away… oh, i know only too well… and my heart wrenches for veronica…

poor man with a bowl of msg-laden soup? nay… he chose to be this way… he cld hv been at home with his lovely delightful child and beautiful wife who wld make GOOD food and soup for him, but he chooses to hang out late in dingy bars and drink swill while enticing bimbos (with nothing better to do with their nights than hang out at the same bars anyway) for his free fucks…

what a sorry sad pathetic way to spend such beauty… veronica, u r better off at home with ur child, but nothing can heal that sorrow… i know… i know…

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'Stop labelling us as sexually active go-getters' plead pensioners

The National Pensioners Convention has hit out against the popular portrayal of the elderly as dynamic, life-loving individuals with active sex lives, following a string of complaints from their members about being pressured into leading rich and full, action packed retirements.

According to the NPC, the number of injuries sustained going skydiving or running marathons by people old enough to know better is growing at an alarming rate. ‘We want to see out our final days in a big comfy armchair, not strapped to a parachutist,’ complained a spokesman. ‘If I want to help the aged I’ll organise a whist drive, not jump out of a bloody aeroplane!’

Mrs. Ida Chadwick, a vocal campaigner for the return of the ‘good old-fashioned doddering ageist stereotype’ concurs: ‘The media’s obsession with blue-rinse bungee jumping and wrinkly sex is not only patronising but downright intrusive. What me and my Sidney get up to in our own home is nobody’s business but our own – and Dr. Bradford’s, who looks after me downstairs plumbing.’

Former road sweeper Derek Chives, 77, is typical of the growing number of people who resent the modern preconception of the elderly as people who act as if they are still in their 20’s. ‘When I retired I was really looking forward to spending my twilight years pottering around the shed and maybe digging out my old train set, but no – the missus starts reading Cosmopolitan and the next thing you know I’m being dragged upstairs! I’m just not cut out for it any more – if I ever fancy a quick knee-trembler, five minutes alone with the Gratton’s catalogue will do me.’ ‘Stop living vicariously through us,’ concludes the NPC, ‘get your own sex lives and leave us dribble into our porridge in peace.’

(Written 24 Sep 2009)

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The dark end of the street

I’m not sure how to “start” a blog, so i’l just write something and take it from there…

I had the 10 till 3.30 shift last night and it was a pretty reasonable night. Swansea (Football team) sadly lost to Nottingham Forest so the mood wasn’t as jubilant as possible but there was a good crowd. Its freezing outside with more cold weather to come which makes the crowds even more amazing!

As with every Saturday night the hunt for sex was on. Sure someone is looking for it every night and lets’s face it, every night there are people who wouldn’t turn it down if it landed on their lap! Tonight though, the craziness enters full swing with a noticeable amount of newly formed couples by closing time.

Amy stuck around while I cleaned and broke down the bar, and we walked back to my place. She loves to hear my stories about the people iv met and the people iv served drinks to and suggested “the blog”.

This blog won’t be purely about the industry though. I feel its probably as important for people to get to know about me as much as the job, for the moment its a diary of a twenty something guy finding his way in the world.

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L-I-B-I-D-O

The libido.

For some of us it’s a constant presence, sometimes even overwhelming in its demands for satiation. Sometimes it’s a slow simmer on the back burner of the mind, not overwhelming but still occasionally releasing a wave of scintillating scent, enough to make the eyes close and the mouth water. And for others of us… nothing but a cold, dark, empty kitchen.

We all know the various causes of a nonexistent libido. Medications, stress, exhaustion, sometimes even lack of desire for one’s partner. Then there’s any combination of the above. Sexperts also talk about the sexual complacence that comes of being in a long-term, settled relationship—not necessarily lack of desire, just… complacence. Often called lesbian bed death in F/F relationships.

What’s my cause? I don’t know for sure. But I do know that my libido has slid down the drain just like last night’s bathwater. I’ve been so asexual lately that even the idea of masturbating holds no appeal to me. I have been stressed, I have been exhausted and I am on one of the many BC pills out there, so I imagine my lack of libido can be traced back to any and all of those. I am reluctant to blame it on the Pill because I’ve never had libido issues on any Pill I’ve ever taken, and I haven’t previously had libido issues on this particular Pill. I’m inclined to lean towards stress/exhaustion as the causes of my complete lack of sexual appetite. I know for sure it’s not lack of desire for my partner. I still tease Emmett, still love his wanting me. And the way I figure, if it were lack of desire for him, then I would desire others. I don’t. No one I’ve met yet in the local community has stirred so much as an iota of sexual desire in me.

Unfortunately, those causes are harder to fix than Pill-caused lack of libido. It’s not as easy to get rid of stress and exhaustion the way it is to switch medications. It’s not even easy just to switch medications! (See Thursday’s Child’s latest post on re-learning sex.) But stress and exhaustion… hell, that’s just part of the territory of being a responsible adult. We all have stressors. We all have long days, short nights, way too much to do and far too little time in which to do it. It’s not so much about removing those factors as learning to deal with them.

I guess that’s where I am right now. Learning to deal with a new set of stressors and waiting for them to even out into less of a crisis situation. Getting used to those long days and short nights to where my sleep schedule doesn’t feel so out of whack and I don’t feel like such a zombie going through life. Because really, the long days aren’t going to change. Emmett and I both commute almost every day; average drive time hovers around two hours daily, depending on traffic. And that’s just something that comes with the territory of living in a bigger metropolitan area. Not to say it won’t be the case forever, but for now, it is. And I will just have to learn to deal without becoming a shell of my former self.

I want to want sex again. I read stories like EssinEm’s posts about sex with Q and they are hot. They stir something in me that I want back as a steady presence in my life. I don’t want to be hollow forever. And I know I won’t be; it’s just a matter of adjusting to this new life and not letting it overwhelm me.

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Fox Puts Pix of Hard Nipples on its Homepage

Fox “News” has a post up tonight on its homepage about “bra-free celebs:”

Click on the picture and you go to this:

Keep clicking and you go here:

Have They No Shame?

Yo.  Fox.  Good question.  Have YOU no shame?

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