Archive for the 'Books' Category

07
Jun
08

My first novella – Affair of the H.E.A.R.T.S

I might not have a flair to be a writer but I couldn’t care less and no one can stop me from writing whatever I want!

Here is the sample of my very first novella, titled "Affair of the H.E.A.R.T.S". A deviant story filled with eroticism and profanity!

Warning: Highly explicit; only for matured viewship!

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426170805_51d9366e5c_1Erica heard some noise, it sounded as if someone was slurping hungrily. She opened her eyes and saw the head of a man, lowered in between her wide spread legs where she felt warm and moist. Erica found herself groaning sensually. As the man continued with the clitoral stimulation, Erica’s groins were throbbing and her body was building up into a convulsion; the man paused and held his head up.

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For full story, go to: https://cciinnddyy.wordpress.com/2008/06/07/affair-of-the-hearts/

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31
Oct
07

Marley & Me VS Oki & Me

There was so many times I walked into a book store and stole glances at this book "Marley & Me" by John Grogan. Every time I fought the urge to pick up that book and head towards the cashier. Not that I am fucking neow and is unwilling to fork out $16.69 for a book, but I knew that reading this book is like getting a tear gas for myself. That’s really gonna be suicidal!

However, last week, I finally succumbed to the temptation and bought it. I took to reading it slowly, trying my best not to get emotionally connected to any characters in the book, I was especially careful with Marley, the lead of the story. The book was so fascinating that I find it so hard to peel my fingers away from it.Dsc01322_1

Two nights ago, I was at the chapter when Marley died of old age. I was sobbing like mad, if you had seen me, you probably thought someone I knew died.

It was so heart wrenching, I desperately wanted to seek some comfort. As Marley was a dog, I thought I have a dog too, I think I am dying to hug my Oki and perhaps that would stop me from crying my eye balls out.

Dsc01313I got out of the bed and grabbed Oki who was sleeping beside it. He was a little startled by me and let out a big yawn, as if to say, "What the hell?!" After 3 seconds, he struggled to break free and returned to his mat to carry on drifting back to his doggy dreamland.

Wa lan eh, so much for a man’s best friend huh!!

05
Oct
06

“How Could You”

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad", you’d shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" — but then you’d relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" — still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch — because your touch was now so infrequent — and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You’ve made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter.

It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don’t let them take my dog!" And I worried for him,and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first,whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind — that this was all a bad dream … or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to
worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I’m so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself — a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

By Jim Willis 2001

*I finally found this story to share with all of you. It had my heart broken, reading it some years ago from a SPCA’s newsletter. Blogging it now, brought back tears rimming in my eyes…
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28
Aug
06

Love is….??

Famous quotes on love (some very funny…hehe…)

"Love is a madness; if thwarted it develops fast". ~ Mark Twain 

"Love means giving something you don’t have to someone who doesn’t want it". ~ Jacques Lacan

"Love ain’t nothing but sex misspelled. – Harlan Ellison, Title of book (1968)

"Love is a minefield. You take a step and get blown to pieces, put yourself back together again and stupidly take another step. I guess that’s human nature. It hurts so much to be alone that we’d all rather blow up than be single". ~ Kate Welles (Famke Janssen) in Love & Sex (2000)

"Love is as unproblematic as a vehicle. The only problems are the drivers, the passengers and the road". ~ Franz Kafka

"Love is the answer, but while you’re waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty interesting questions". ~ Woody Allen

"Loving someone is giving them the power to hurt you, but trusting them not to."~ Anonymous

"Love is just a system for getting someone to call you "darling" after sex."~ Julian Barnes

"Love is a temporary moment of happiness, in exchange for a lifetime of regrets and devastation." ~ Cindy Cheong (yeah, that’s right. I am the author of this quote lah)

25
Jun
06

God’s Superior Creation – Woman

When God created woman he was working late on the 6th day. An angel came by and asked, “Why spend so much time on that one?” And the Lord answered, “Have you seen all the specifications I have to meet to shape her?"

“She cures herself when sick and she must be a nurturer as well as the provider. She can work 18 hours a day and still be able to embrace several kids when she comes home. She will give a hug that can heal anything from a bruised knee to a troubled soul and she must do all this with only two hands”.

The angel was impressed. “Just two hands….that’s impossible!” “And this is the standard model?! Too much work for one day….do the rest of her tomorrow.”

“I will not”, said the Lord. “I am so close to complete this creation; she will be the favorite of my heart, among all the other creations”.

The angel came nearer and touched the woman. “But you have made her so soft, Lord”

“Yes, she is soft", said the Lord, “But I have made her strong. You can’t imagine what she can endure and overcome with this soft body of hers.”

“Can she think?" the angel asked. 

The Lord answered, “Not only can she think, she can reason and negotiate.”

The angel touched the woman’s cheek….

“Lord, it seems this creation is leaking! You have put too many burdens on her.”

“She is not leaking….the water that flow out from her, are called tears” the lord corrected the angel

“What’s it for?" asked the angel.

And the Lord said, “Tears are her way of expressing her grief, her doubts, her love, her loneliness, her suffering and her pride.”

This made a big impression on the angel; “Lord, you are genius. You thought of everything. The woman is indeed marvelous!"

"Indeed she is! Woman has strengths that amaze man. She can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens. She holds happiness, love and opinions. She smiles when feeling like crying. She sings when she feels like screaming, she wept softly when she is happy and laughs loudly when she is depressed."

"She fights for what she believes in. She stands up against injustice. She doesn’t take “no” for an answer, when she can see a better solution. She takes her friends to the doctor and nurses them to recovery. She gives herself, so her family can thrive. Her love is unconditional."

"She is proud when her kids are victorious. She is happy when her friends are doing well. She celebrates when she hears of a birth or a wedding. Her heart is broken when a next of kin or friend dies. But somehow she will find the strength to get on with life. And she knows that her kisses and hugs can heal any broken hearts."

"There is only one thing wrong with her, and I can’t seem to fix…..She always forget what she is worth… and she disable all the strengths that I have built in her.", God sighed.

My version was inspired by the original story titled, THE WOMAN.

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