Friday, June 30, 2006

SVENGALI OR BENGGALI

I’m going out on a limb and make bold predictions of the outcome of the World Cup 06 quarterfinal matches onwards.
If I get my forecast correct, I’ll be that Svengali much sought-after by bookies from Kluang to Kwang Tung.
But if I’m wrong, I’ll be like that Benggali who appears on TV, much sought-after by Ah Longs from Sekinchan to Szechuan.

Ok, so here goes.

QUARTER FINALS

GERMANY 2 (Podolski, Klose) - ARGENTINA 2 (Saviola, Crespo)
(After Extra Time) 2-3 (Ballack)
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ITALY 1 (Toni) - UKRAINE 0

ENGLAND 1 ( Rooney) - PORTUGAL 1 (Simao)
(After Extra Time) 1-2 (Maniche)

BRAZIL 1 (Ronaldo) - FRANCE 2 (Ribery, Henry)



SEMI FINALS

GERMANY 1 (Ballack) - ITALY 2 (Totti, Del Piero)

PORTUGAL 0 - FRANCE 2 (Zidane, Malouda)



THIRD PLACE PLAY OFF

PORTUGAL 1 (Deco)- GERMANY 2 (Klose, Lahm)

FINAL

ITALY 1 (Gilardino) - FRANCE 1 (Henry) (After Extra Time) 2-1 (Toni)


So, there.
Isn’t this a welcome reprieve from all the sex that’s been going around, eh? ;)

JEKYLL

Sunday, June 25, 2006

MISSIONARY MAN

I lost my virginity at 16. How that happened is a long story. Another post, perhaps. Suffice to say that I was “Minute Man” personified. No foreplay. No bucking the wild and unbroken bronco. After I finally located the correct orifice to thrust my shaft, the excitement got the better of me. And in a time shorter than it takes to half-boil an egg, I ejaculated.

All my plans to maintain perfect control during an hour of hard steady thrusting and then, time my ejaculation to coincide, contraction for contraction, with the orgasm of my partner, went down the drain. I watched all the porn movies for tips. I committed to memory all the moves the stars executed. But it all came to nought.

Being male, I was obviously contented. At that age, my philosophy was understandably, “the end justifies the means”. Like the Romans, I came. I conquered. The only thing that mattered to me then was that I came.

But as I matured, I took it upon myself not to repeat the debacle. A review of my attitude also had to be made. The performance needed improvement.

I wanted to become the local Ron Jeremy. Or maybe even a John Holmes. Obviously, not being nearly as well-endowed as the two, I had to rely on a combination of technique, practice and chemistry.

However, the thing about sex is not like a sport where you can train with a coach and a ball or a racquet. You need an active and willing partner to experiment with. Someone willing to try out the many positions available. Someone who’ll able to recover quickly from incessant soreness. It certainly doesn’t help if your partner is a female version of Lil Mikey. Being injured after hardly a minute just doesn’t cut it.

I learnt that pleasure is a mixture of physical sensations and emotions. Sensual and sexual pleasure result from an interaction between physical sensations and your thoughts, feelings, and attitudes. Experiencing sexual pleasure is the process of giving and/or receiving sensual and sexual pleasure. Having good sex requires you to not only respond to your own needs, but your partners needs as well.

What I also learnt is that sex isn’t just as a penis-in-a-vagina experience that has to involve thrusting - the old in-out, in-out routine. There are plenty of ways that a man and woman can achieve intimacy and fulfilment without vigorous penile thrusting. Once a penis is inside her, a woman experience a sense of fulfilment and connection that is precious and important to them whether or not their man thrusts. And though we have a deep instinctual urge to thrust, we too can actually enjoy these gentle experiences of closeness and connection. Another possibility is to enjoy different kinds of movement once the man has inserted his penis - a gentle rocking motion or gentle circular movements of the hips is often enjoyable. And since the vagina is most sensitive nearest its outer edges, shallow penetration in which the man just inserts his penis an inch or two, then withdraws, and then gently re-enters to the same depth can be very teasing and enjoyable - especially if his partner can squeeze his penis with her vaginal muscles as he moves in and out!

The missionary position is one of my favs. Everyone knows how it works - the woman lies on her back with her legs apart and the man lowers himself on top of her, supporting his weight with his elbows, and enters her with his legs either inside or outside hers (usually inside). He may lower himself onto her and rest more of his weight on her body. The woman can wrap her legs around him to control the depth and speed of his thrusting into her vagina, or she may thrust a little towards him from her pelvis to match his movements in and out of her vagina.

The woman lies on her back with her legs spread apart. The man then lowers himself on top of his partner with his arms supporting his weight. From this position he has the freedom to thrust or make circular movements with his thighs. If he lowers himself closer to her and rests some of his weight on top of her body, his pubic bone can provide gentle clitoral stimulation. The woman can thrust her middle body towards the man using the support of her legs, or grasp the man from behind which enables her to control his thrusting movements somewhat.

I like this position due to its apparent simplicity. I also love the sense of dominating my partner when I'm feeling my masculine power; I love the intimacy and connection when making love in a slow, emotionally connected way. Think about it: there's plenty of skin to skin contact, there's the ability to gaze into your partner's eyes and watch her reaction as she feels that ever-special moment of penetration, there's the incredible sense of warmth and wetness as her vagina envelops your penis, and there's the profound satisfaction of deep thrusting and, of course, ejaculation. For the female partner, there's the ability to lie back and enjoy it without having to make too much effort - though of course if she wants to thrust she can do so, albeit in a more limited way than in other positions.

I did some research in the net. Funnily enough the missionary position never appears at the top of lists of people's favourites. Men's top two favourites are
(1) rear entry with both partners kneeling, and
(2) woman on top.
The man on top comes in at number 4.

For women, the top two favourites are
(1) woman on top facing towards the man, and
(2) woman on top facing away from the man.
The man on top comes in at number 5.

Why is this? Could it be that even though we use this position such a lot, we secretly crave something more exciting? Or is it that we're all bored with this position but we do it because we think it's what our partner wants, without having ever actually asked them?

It does seem strange, but sex is a personal and mysterious thing, and what couples say they want in surveys seems very different to what they actually do in the bedroom.

Maybe the idea of rear entry appeals to men because of its raw animal lustiness, while women like the idea of woman on top because they fantasize about being dominant during sex.

Meanwhile, in reality, we're all having the missionary position most of the time because what many men and women most want during sex is to feel intimate and connected to their partner. This may be why this position is the most common position couples actually use, for it certainly allows for great intimacy in the form of eye contact and full skin-to-skin contact and the ability to kiss and hold each other close.

Also, some women seem to like the slight sense of being trapped or dominated by their partner if he is lying on top of them, and it can be very exciting for the man if the woman rests her feet on his calf muscles or wraps her legs around his back, drawing him in closely to her.

What's your fav position then?

HYDE all the way


Thursday, June 22, 2006

THE RINGS OF THE LORD

I’m the Lord of my house. When World Cup season begins, the remote control shall be glued to my palm. No ifs. No buts. I am the LORD!

The Holland vs. Argentina game last night was the 40th match in the World Cup. This means, we’re already 5/8th of the way there, with only 24 matches left. My self-induced sleep depravation should technically be over after the final.

However, going by the previous World Cup tournaments, I’m preparing myself for major withdrawal symptoms resulting from the conclusion of the megafootiefest. That will be the time that I’d go watch any football match I can get the chance to. I watched the local tournaments. Bardhan Cup matches. President’s Cup matches. Even at the nearby pitch, where balding, overweight men - not unlike Fat-boy Ronaldo himself but with way lesser skills - try to emulate the pros. You see, any game will do, as long as I get my daily fix.

Although by then, I won’t be walking around like a zombie during the day anymore but there’s always the perpetual craving for a late night/early morning game. The bags under my eyes demand that I hire a part-time porter to carry them.

The rings around my eyes are so conspicuous, no amount of make-up (not that I wear any, macho guy and all) can conceal them. So remarkable are the rings that I even have a name for them.

I call them THE RINGS OF THE LORD.

Note:
This post is like the calm before the storm. Normal service shall resume in the next post when my fav topic of copulation shall be featured.

JEKYLL

Friday, June 16, 2006

PISSERS & KISSERS

It takes a bad day for one to be pissed off at everything. Of course, lack of sleep twitches the irritation level up 10 notches. The slightest of provocation can land you in the lock-up. I would have gladly obliged if they were to ask me to strip and squat, just to piss the pigs off. Squat, spread my legs, on my hands and knees. Anything, as long as I get to stay nude.
I've always wanted to make a list or in today's case (since I'm pressed for time), a mini-list of things or people or events that piss me off. I started off this blog in that mood so it's just right to continue where I left off.
I'll call this list - PISSERS. This list isnt in any particular order of pissiness.
1. Cherie "Cruella De Vil" Blair or Booth or whatever she wants to call herself.
Pity the puppies. Bloody hell, Mrs Blair or Booth or whatever. Are you telling me there isnt much work to do in the UK? No human rights issues to fight for? You want to keep yourself busy? Go to Timor Leste. Or Tikrit for that matter. You'll find something to do. Mainly dodging bombs and bullets. And crazed men fighting for.....what were they fighting for again? Ok, you go and find out. You can email me your findings. My email address is on my profile. Then, you'll beg to go to back to bed with the man you so zealously want to escape from. His days are numbered anyway. Your fantasies of doing it in one of the rooms in No 10 would be over soon. I heard Neil Kinnock's making a comeback. Better tell Tony to start packing.
2. Siti K or Datuk Norhaliza.
Will they or wont they? Or perhaps just when? Come on, guys! 06 06 06 came and went. 08 08 06 pulak now. What about 0 no 0 no 0 no. It's getting stale lah. Not that I'm gonna be invited to the wedding anyway. Especially after this. Join the club. Bell Spot's not in a hurry to invite me to his wedding either. Come on, mate! Take 5. 5 times the joy! 5 times the laughter! 5 times the same ending? Cruel am I? I'm pissed off. Gimme back my sleep but please dont take away the World Cup.
3. Sukma
Havent we had enough of Sukma? Last month everyone was talking about Sukma. He was in Kedah. Not many national records were broken. Now he's making a personal appearance in KL. And he's not guilty. We know that. It was consensual right? Nothing wrong with that. You're both adults. What you do behind closed doors is none of our business. Now the can of worms is open again. Are we gonna see the notorious mattress again?

Ok, let's keep this mini-list mini. Dr M says stop just when the going's good.

But what's a Yin without a Yang. Laurel without Hardy. Broery without Sharifah Aini.

To maintain a karmic balance, I'm gonna start a list of nice things or people or event. Let's call it KISSERS. Again, not in any particular order of kissiness.

1. The Azzurri
What a bunch of extremely talented and equally good-looking players the Italian team has. If I had one shot at becoming someone else, I'd opt for anyone from the Azzurri! Well, maybe with the exception of Zambrotta and a couple of other names I cant pronounce, let alone spell. Nesta, Cannavaro, Toni, Totti, Buffon, Iaquinta, Gilardino, Pirlo, Pullman (oops..), well the list goes on... To quote a certain someone - PHWOAR!
Based on first games played so far, they are now my tip for the Cup. Obviously, my prophetic predictions varies, from time to time, depending on the strength of Astro's reception. And the Emas Index.
Important Disclaimer:
I aint no gayboy. My sexual preference are clearly for those of the female species only. Humans preferably.

2. Crouching Crouch
The beanpole swayed with the breeze. But he rose, above others, to stardom by outdoing and out-scoring little Mikey. His spastic dance was not to be seen though. (Oh no, am I gonna get in trouble like Tiger did?) Like I give a shite! Crouch is retarded. There you go. So sue me. Get Cherie to be your lawyer.

3. iGallop
Osim has hit the jackpot! This contraption is the only exercise equipment you'll ever need. It'll tone your hip, thighs and buttocks! Wow! I'm gonna buy a few of these and let every female on my neighbourhood use the iGallop to tone their hip, thigh and buttocks. Heck, I will even throw in a copy of the video clip of them riding the machine. I'll keep the original clip of course, in case, they'd want extra copies.
This is one magical exerciser. The secret is in its zero-impact, tri-axial riding action. Your body automatically responds to its multidirectional movements to maintain balance. This constant balancing by your body engages certain muscle groups, and may help improve balance, coordination and posture.
I think even my tea-lady's mother-in-law would look sexy riding the iGallop.

That's it. It's good to stop at 3 PISSERS & KISSERS each. Three is a good number. Sounds nice. Three. See? Three.... Had it been changed slightly to say, thraa, it would closely resemble a Neanderthal mating call. I assure you, having a mob of horny cavepeople congregating around you is not a pleasant experience.

HYDE

Thursday, June 15, 2006

WORLD PEACE

World peace is not only possible but inevitable. It is the next stage in the evolution of this planet. In the words of one great thinker, it's the planetisation of mankind.
Whether peace is to be reached only after unimaginable horrors precipitated by humanity's stubborn clinging to old patterns of behaviour, or is to be embraced now by an act of consultative will, is the choice before all who inhabit the earth.
At this critical juncture when the intractable problems confronting nations have been fused into one common concern for the whole world, failure to stem the tide of conflict and disorder would be considered terribly irresponsible.
Among the favourable signs are the steadily growing strength of the steps towards world order taken initially near the beginning of this century in the creation of the League of Nations, succeeded by the more broadly based United Nations Organization; the achievement since the Second World War of independence by the majority of all the nations on earth, indicating the completion of the process of nation building, and the involvement of these fledgling nations with older ones in matters of mutual concern; the consequent vast increase in co-operation among hitherto isolated and antagonistic peoples and groups in international undertakings in the scientific, educational, legal, economic and cultural fields; the rise in recent decades of an unprecedented number of international humanitarian organizations; the spread of women's and youth movements calling for an end to war; and the spontaneous spawning of widening networks of ordinary people seeking understanding through personal communication.
In a world fraught with war, starvation and malice, it's nice to know that some things never change. People have been attacking, starving and hating each other since time began. And before that, dinosaurs weren't known for their ability to get along peacefully.
This is getting too seriously boring.
Therefore here are some suggestions about how World Peace can be achieved by the end of the year.
- Antartica is the only continent untouched by war. The rest of the world should follow its example and become a frozen wasteland.
- The Northern Ireland conflict is based largely on religious differences between Protestants and Catholics. The solution is clear: prove that God doesn't exist, and the two sides will have nothing to disagree about.
- The War on Terror can be over by Christmas. George W Bush just needs to declare victory, and it's over. It worked in Iraq, so why not everywhere else? Of course, the fighting and killing will continue, but we can just re-define "terrorism" as "hyper-violent negotiation".
- All wars about ownership of land could be ended if only people learned how to breathe under water and live at the bottom of the ocean.
- No pangolin has ever become an evil dictator. This may be an important point for people to remember when next casting their vote.
- Many conflicts continue for years and years because negotiators have fixed positions, and aren't prepared to be flexible. Wars would end if each country sent in their gymnastics teams to solve disputes.
- Some of the most vicious disputes in the world are between neighbours arguing about over-hanging trees. A simple solution would be to refer all these disputes to an international body such as the UN Security Council, to vote on which neighbour is right, and then to send in a Peace Keeping Force to chip down the tree and live in each of the neighbours houses for 25 years to ensure hostilities no longer arise.
- The UN Security Council should be replaced by the Justice League. A team of superheroes will act quickly, decisively and effectively. So long as Batman doesn't get to lead the team.
- It's hard for soldiers to kill each other when they're only armed with pillows. All other forms of weapon should be destroyed.
Lily, you wanted me to write about world peace, so, there you go.
(can only be) JEKYLL

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

HORNY

Horniness knows no bounds. You lust over the unlikeliest person like a someone who is starved of sex. Sex and horniness are mutually exclusive, in my opinion.
There's this bank teller in BCB Shah Alam that makes Angelina (Jolie that is) look like a bag lady. Her pout leaves you wet. Hard-on develops without warning. Naturally bee-stung lips, pinkish to reddish, the colour of the lips of a woman who has just orgasmed (that word again!). Her cheek bones are like miniature ski slopes. Stuart Little has been known to spend his holidays there.
What is most appealing about this woman is probably the fact that she doesnt realise that she's so sexy. Her slightly tousled hair and light make-up corroborates that fact. She smiles at will. Dimples so deep, bears have mistakenly hibernated in 'em.
Dont get me started on her two big......eyes. With black caterpillars as eye-lashes, whenever she looks at me, I become an iceberg in the Sahara.
Last but most certainly not least, her heaving bosoms. So beautiful the pair are that I drive all the way to Shah Alam to deposit RM10 and also to catch a glimpse of Ms Left and Ms Right. Perfectly shaped, C bordering on D-cup, neatly cradled by her brasierre. Makes me wish I could for just one day shape-shift into a bra and cuddle up under her breasts. Mmmmm....
She must be in her 30's, judging by the fact that her body appearing "fully developed". Just the right age group. Curves at the right places.
Cant tell if she notices me. I'd rather if she doesnt, actually. Then I get to ogle at her unabashedly.
Only problem is, walking out of the bank with a boner can be dangerous. The security guards might think that a robbery's in progress....
HYDE