Not On My Ass

The rain pours on and I stare at the ceiling in the house, trying to forget yet another stupid heart break… Years have gone by as fast as minutes and over time. Dreams have turned into memories, some good; some bad, other dreams have just been shelved away and forgotten. Time flies by ever so faithfully and consistently. If only we were like time… Doing what we are meant to do instead of getting lost in frivolous activity. If only we were so reliable… But then life will be boring, wouldn’t it? It is the risks and uncertainties that make us laugh, cry, hope and strive. I look at the rain against the window. I feel like my tears are flowing at the same pace, but nothing matters now… If only I... (sniff)... no more regrets ... It is over… Again… It is over again. I just don't seem to learn... In fact, the world seems to promises yet another string of misadventures. I look at the screen of the phone and I envy it… So unemotional… Just buzzing away. I must have pressed the speed dial on

After all the controversy from Paul's last post, I've spent the whole evening trying to convince him to grow a pair and post for himself. His excuse was that he's too busy writing his own books and working on some "indie" movies. I told him that this blog will be the perfect way for him to sell himself to a new group of people. Well.. a few beers later and after promising him five young kenyan virgins as gifts, he's agreed to join us. So let's all welcome Paul "The Contrarian". He's sure to inject a lot more spice into this blog ( God knows I can't do it! ) For a taste of the controversy from the last post, you'll want to check out the following: Au Lait: So You Want A Slut In Bed? Sexoteric: How To Make a Woman Do Anything In Bed Digg Personally, I've noticed a rather 50-50 reaction though women seem to be more open minded, in general, than guys. I found it sad to see that so many married folk absolutely cannot imagine