My resolution for this year will be like last year,
1920 by 1080 pixels at home, 1280 by 960 pixels at work!
*wink*
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Showing posts with label Tease. Show all posts
28.4.10
Awas! Barang panjang!
Don't get too carried away with the title.
Was cleaning up my phone memory. And I found these deep in the photo folder. Taken some time back. Long before my break. Long before I tendered.
This lorry guy seriously willing to spent on that. How much is one letter? Few bucks? Isn't spray paint cheaper? He could spray his whole fleet. If he has a fleet.
Barang panjang. Barang panjang? If this was translated to English, it could sound something like... long stuffs, long things, long et cetera, but long load. Shouldn't it be muatan panjang, instead? I don't know.
But just nice to made up a good title with these two snapshots.
Was cleaning up my phone memory. And I found these deep in the photo folder. Taken some time back. Long before my break. Long before I tendered.
This lorry guy seriously willing to spent on that. How much is one letter? Few bucks? Isn't spray paint cheaper? He could spray his whole fleet. If he has a fleet.
Barang panjang. Barang panjang? If this was translated to English, it could sound something like... long stuffs, long things, long et cetera, but long load. Shouldn't it be muatan panjang, instead? I don't know.
But just nice to made up a good title with these two snapshots.
22.4.10
I rarely touch myself now
I've solved this.
Here's what I did. I put my keys in the electronic safe, along with my wallet. Without the keys, I can't get in the car. And when I open the safe to get the keys, the wallet is shouting at me to pick it up, "Oi! I'm here! Don't leave me behind!". Voila. How can I miss it?
Not once I've left it since. Hope I'm not speaking too soon.
Sorry again, not a post on something I fantasized. *wink*
Here's what I did. I put my keys in the electronic safe, along with my wallet. Without the keys, I can't get in the car. And when I open the safe to get the keys, the wallet is shouting at me to pick it up, "Oi! I'm here! Don't leave me behind!". Voila. How can I miss it?
Not once I've left it since. Hope I'm not speaking too soon.
Sorry again, not a post on something I fantasized. *wink*
24.1.10
My first time
Some stuffs dated back to college time. Wow, they are still here? Yeah, decided to give my hard disk a thorough cleaning. And I stumbled upon some old photos of her. So I thought, why not I write something about that, and that?
This is exactly what I replied a girl asking about our first time in a public forum. Well, she didn't specifically ask which first time. So, not my fault. Anything goes. You should see what others had replied.
Cars, an expensive hobby to play with. Seriously. Even scale models are not cheap.
Evos, Scoobies, GTRs, are all out of the question. Don't even mention Eleanors and 8-cyclinders. Even 86s are so overrated and pricey because of the anime made popular by Shigeno-san, and of course, the movie.
Having to like cars, and wasn't born printing notes, the next best thing to do is to have a heart transplant. A better, more powerful heart.
The conversion costs. But when you floor it on the open road, the hell with the money lah! The feeling of your body glued to the seat when the boost starts kicking in is indescribable. The Gs are so orgasmic. And I haven't mention anything about the needle going beyond the highest marking.
In that ten, eleven months or so of driving her, she does bring me pride.
One day, she decided not to have a good term with a lamp post, brought it down, and lie herself on the divider after dragging it.
This is the post crash snapshot taken the next day.
Looks fine, right?
That night, I was having some *ahem* with Her. Once a Turbo rang and said Bro (was driving it) met an accident. Talks is in the car with him. I was stunned by the call. It was not bloody, but it is still not a good thing to hear at that hour. My legs was shaking from both the call, and the *ahem*. Tried to catch some breath from the "heavy breathing" earlier, changed, and rushed to the spot.
Bro's fine. Talks' fine. Lucky for them. Just minor whiplash, and chest pain from the seat belt locking during the impact. But she's not! From the moment I saw her, I know she's a gone case. Barely a year of driving her, I had to let go. Like what people had said, sayang loh, her heart is still in good condition. Sigh. I sayang Bro even more.
Claimed total lost for it. No point fixing her. The chassis won't be able take the torque anymore.
This is the back.
Would you want to fix it? Honestly?
As oppose to what the general public had said, speed does not kill, stupidity does.
Oh, it crashed right after midnight, on the first day of the Hungry Ghost Festival. Apparently, "someone" opened the rear door, and got down when the crashing had stopped.
Goosebumps?
The smell of her. How I've touched her.
Brought her out of the room.
Guiding her. To the way I wanted.
Guiding her. To an empty space.
Shifted in. Slowly onto her.
Shifted higher. Pushed slightly harder.
Shifted higher. Pushed harder.
Shifted higher. Pushed as hard.
Shifted higher. Floored her.
I could feel the sensation. The adrenaline. Was beyond imagination.
I floored her. Floored her all the way.
Guiding and pushing her. To the max.
She maxed. Something was not right.
She can't take it. She can't take it anymore.
I shifted lower. And lower. And lower. And lower.
Pulling the side. With my hand.
I stopped her. She overheated.
Exhausted. I am exhausted.
I can never forget. My first time.
Driving a turbo-charged car.
This is exactly what I replied a girl asking about our first time in a public forum. Well, she didn't specifically ask which first time. So, not my fault. Anything goes. You should see what others had replied.
Cars, an expensive hobby to play with. Seriously. Even scale models are not cheap.
Evos, Scoobies, GTRs, are all out of the question. Don't even mention Eleanors and 8-cyclinders. Even 86s are so overrated and pricey because of the anime made popular by Shigeno-san, and of course, the movie.
Having to like cars, and wasn't born printing notes, the next best thing to do is to have a heart transplant. A better, more powerful heart.
The conversion costs. But when you floor it on the open road, the hell with the money lah! The feeling of your body glued to the seat when the boost starts kicking in is indescribable. The Gs are so orgasmic. And I haven't mention anything about the needle going beyond the highest marking.
In that ten, eleven months or so of driving her, she does bring me pride.
One day, she decided not to have a good term with a lamp post, brought it down, and lie herself on the divider after dragging it.
This is the post crash snapshot taken the next day.
Looks fine, right?
That night, I was having some *ahem* with Her. Once a Turbo rang and said Bro (was driving it) met an accident. Talks is in the car with him. I was stunned by the call. It was not bloody, but it is still not a good thing to hear at that hour. My legs was shaking from both the call, and the *ahem*. Tried to catch some breath from the "heavy breathing" earlier, changed, and rushed to the spot.
Bro's fine. Talks' fine. Lucky for them. Just minor whiplash, and chest pain from the seat belt locking during the impact. But she's not! From the moment I saw her, I know she's a gone case. Barely a year of driving her, I had to let go. Like what people had said, sayang loh, her heart is still in good condition. Sigh. I sayang Bro even more.
Claimed total lost for it. No point fixing her. The chassis won't be able take the torque anymore.
This is the back.
Would you want to fix it? Honestly?
As oppose to what the general public had said, speed does not kill, stupidity does.
Oh, it crashed right after midnight, on the first day of the Hungry Ghost Festival. Apparently, "someone" opened the rear door, and got down when the crashing had stopped.
Goosebumps?
13.1.10
In need to touch myself
More often.
It used to be hard. As far as I can remember. Day in, day out. Everyday. Till I'm back at home. So hard, I'm not sitting comfortably anywhere. Office chairs. Food court stools. Car seats. In the conference room. Restaurants. Even nice looking designers' sofas. You name it.
I didn't notice it this morning when I got out from the house. Just when I'm about to tag the office door... Damn! Where's my wallet!? Not again! No wonder the car seat is so comfy lah!
And this is not the first time I left it.
There are things that I don't leave home without. Even to the street behind. Even I'm just wearing my boxer, and faded t-shirt (home-look mah!).
Watch. Functional, and fully shaken or winded, if it's automatic.
Handphone. (Fully) charged, or at least, not on red.
Cigarettes (with any ignitable flame/fire/sparks). Couple of sticks, at least. Even if I don't smoke on that journey.
Keys. House, and car.
And the wallet. Of course, with some cash in (and other barang lah).
All of these are flocked together on my drawer. All are within my sight. They are more like grab-and-go stuffs. Grab them, and leave the house. Bought an electronic safe recently. Don't ask why. And had been using it to keep my other documents and the wallet.
Not use to keying codes. Not when leaving the house. Not when I'm half awake. Not a habit.
I'll be shyly asking from colleagues again, if I didn't leave some cash in the car. Not my thing too. Not even to my closest. I refrain from borrowing money from anyone. Unless it's an emergency. Remember the out-of-service day? I wired to Since Primary Two straight away when I got his account.
Oh well, should check the pockets more often.
Don't mean to let you down; this is not a self-help masturbation technique or story. If I would to write something I fantasized, the title wouldn't be so obvious obscene porn-y.
*wink*
It used to be hard. As far as I can remember. Day in, day out. Everyday. Till I'm back at home. So hard, I'm not sitting comfortably anywhere. Office chairs. Food court stools. Car seats. In the conference room. Restaurants. Even nice looking designers' sofas. You name it.
I didn't notice it this morning when I got out from the house. Just when I'm about to tag the office door... Damn! Where's my wallet!? Not again! No wonder the car seat is so comfy lah!
And this is not the first time I left it.
There are things that I don't leave home without. Even to the street behind. Even I'm just wearing my boxer, and faded t-shirt (home-look mah!).
Watch. Functional, and fully shaken or winded, if it's automatic.
Handphone. (Fully) charged, or at least, not on red.
Cigarettes (with any ignitable flame/fire/sparks). Couple of sticks, at least. Even if I don't smoke on that journey.
Keys. House, and car.
And the wallet. Of course, with some cash in (and other barang lah).
All of these are flocked together on my drawer. All are within my sight. They are more like grab-and-go stuffs. Grab them, and leave the house. Bought an electronic safe recently. Don't ask why. And had been using it to keep my other documents and the wallet.
Not use to keying codes. Not when leaving the house. Not when I'm half awake. Not a habit.
I'll be shyly asking from colleagues again, if I didn't leave some cash in the car. Not my thing too. Not even to my closest. I refrain from borrowing money from anyone. Unless it's an emergency. Remember the out-of-service day? I wired to Since Primary Two straight away when I got his account.
Oh well, should check the pockets more often.
Don't mean to let you down; this is not a self-help masturbation technique or story. If I would to write something I fantasized, the title wouldn't be so obvious obscene porn-y.
*wink*
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