Feraline

S&M, anyone?

Tuesday, August 14th, 2007 | Blog | 8 Comments

I want to write a long ranting post about this but to tell you the truth, I’m no expert on S&M techniques [although, I could tell you about cat-o-nine tails and bdsm equipment but that would take ten years off your life, I’d prefer not to]. Go Google if you’re interested.

My point being, people seriously need to learn to distinguish between kinky fantasies and the hardcore stuff.

Let me give you an example here:

You imagine taking a scarf and tying a girl to a bed with her hands above her head. She’s totally naked, the place is lighted up with candles, you’re licking melted chocolate off her nipples and she’s screaming and writhing and moaning under you, asking you to screw her brains out but you just slowly tease her with your tongue, loving the control…

I’ll stop here. That’s a fantasy right there, with a little kinky bondage thrown in. THAT ISN’T S&M.

Now imagine this:

The same situation, same atmosphere, except, instead of the chocolate, imagine that you are slowly dripping candle wax onto her body, and you’re enjoying the screams of pained pleasure, it’s giving you such a kick that you put the flame even closer to her body so that the dried wax on her skin starts to bubble and melt again…

You get my drift? There’s a difference.

I seriously should stop now. I could go on like this forever. Y’all please be careful when you ask people about whether they’re into S&M. Chances are you might end up in bed with someone who seriously likes this stuff while you don’t.

And on that cheerful note, I shall take my leave. Cheers.

The night of 10th August..

Monday, August 13th, 2007 | Blog | 10 Comments

It was fun. We were all completely drenched from the giant wave and running around all through the show screaming and yelling about tsunamis and phones with salt water in it. People around were looking at us like we were crazy.

I haven’t had that much fun in ages. It was the perfect end for such an enlightening night. Well, it wasn’t really the end of the night but that’s all I am going to blog about.

Dum spiro, spero

Wednesday, July 4th, 2007 | Blog | 7 Comments

What is fear?

The Oxford Dictionary defines fear as an unpleasant emotion caused by the threat of danger, pain, or harm or the likelihood of something unwelcome happening.

How do you define fear? Can you call it the feeling you get when you watch a horror movie and envision the monster coming for you when you lie helpless in bed at night? Is it the feeling you get when you are sitting squeamishly in the hall waiting for your exam results, wondering what lies ahead? Or is it the feeling you get when you realize that everything you have ever worked for, everything you ever wanted and could have in the future lies in the unmerciful hands of fate?

Or is it the feeling that you are loosing everything you ever achieved, everything you may ever in my life achieve, all your dreams, aspirations… everything gone with a blink of the eye?

Fear, I think, should be redefined. What it really means is lack of hope.

I have felt the claws of fear gripping at my neck, gleefully feeling the slow painful beat of my jugular vein against its unrelenting grip, and I have barely made it through, scathed, hurt, broken up, but alive. And with that, I had hope that perhaps the worst is over, the worst is done with and I can go out and smell the sunshine again.

Fear is when there is no hope. And when there is no hope, there is no use of life.

The Maldivian (Phallic) Monument

Wednesday, April 18th, 2007 | Blog | 22 Comments

I’m usually a very neutral person on all accounts but sometimes, I find things that truly piss me off.

Like the giant lipstick.

After seeing the tongue-action in maa’s blog I went and had a look at the ‘Tsunami Monument’ myself, and as I stood there staring at the enormous slab of marble and metal, I felt my blood bubbling away.

It has been three years since the Tsunami hit the Maldives, leaving chaos in its wake, leaving so many mourning over those who would never see the sunshine again, and even more estranged with little less than their health as all their earthly possessions. I’ve seen the pictures, the footage, and the real scenes. I’ve seen a mother cradling the corpse of her baby, her expression as blank and dead as the child’s. I’ve seen infants with eyes that were jaded beyond anything you can imagine. I’ve seen an old man and woman wailing over the body of their lithe and strong grown-up children who didn’t survive while they did. I’ve seen children staring with blank eyes at their dead parents….

Three years since all this took place and everyday, they keep saying with sunshiny smiles upon their faces that all those people are being provided shelter and good food and all that jazz. BULLSHIT! We all know they are not! I’m not saying that the Maldivian government can immediately provide all those affected by the disaster with the commodities and luxuries that they may have had before this disaster. I’m saying that they shouldn’t have wasted a rumored three million rufiyaa to build a fucking oversized phallus while there are people living in tin houses with little or none of the accommodative luxuries we usually take for granted. Like a comfortable bed, 24 hour electricity or even proper running water! {The best part is, no one gives a bloody shit about it. Its like living in a grayscale TV sitcom. ‘OKay, they’re in trouble, who cares, people die, people suffer,whoop-de-doo, so what else is new?’}

Is it really that important to build a ‘Monument’ so people can stand and stare at it in awe and remember the natural phenomenon that wiped out a good amount of lives and the mental well-being of a large part of our population when there are children who aren’t being educated in good conditions and people who can’t get a single night’s sleep in peace?

In other countries, the moment even the smallest disaster strikes, everyone is already trying to bring their lives back to normal. Even in a place as close as Malaysia[Check Gwynciar's blog] they do their best to get donations throughout the entire disaster and afterward; they dont just stop after sometime and ignore the people baking themselves to crusts because they dont have shelter. There are people in the Maldives living like refugees, in their own damned country. And instead of trying to create a better living environment for the people who were affected by the Tsunami, our beloved government wastes millions to erect a phallic lipstick on the beach…

Musing Bloggers

Tuesday, April 17th, 2007 | Blog | 13 Comments

I’ve been trying really hard all these days to try to come up with something interesting to blog about but nothing came to mind. And while I mused about this, I found myself asking a question out loud in my head.‘Why do I blog?’ which was answered by a prompt and defensive ‘Because I can!’ So I asked myself another question (less capable of invoking my inbred defensive mechanisms)‘Why do other people blog?’

For some reason, the obvious answer (because they can, hahaha hee hee, hilarious) didn’t come to me. A lot of my blogger friends have told me why they blog. Because they need to release all the pent up anger inside of them. Because they need a place to make anonymous friends and many more reasons like that. But are all bloggers shy, lonely beings who need a keyboard to release their brilliant personalities? I THINK NOT. Are bloggers all angry, frustrated and looking for a chance to beat imaginary people into bloody pulps? I refuse to believe that too. So what’s the answer to my question?

Some one I know once said that bloggers are look-at-me people. Apparently, we are all attention whores.This maybe right in the case of some bloggers (such as yours truly) but I happen to know there are some who are truly looking for anonymity. So it all comes down to one thing. We’re all so different, but we’re all basically looking for the same thing. To be heard. To be appreciated. To make people listen to us. Are we trying to feel important? It doesn’t matter whether what we want is to feel important, have our voices heard, or simply scream ‘YOU SUCK, I DONT’ in a myriad of ways, all bloggers are alike.
 
So why are some bloggers called ‘hardcore’ bloggers? Is it because they write two times a day about important things like politics, religion, sex and such? Is it the amount of comments they get, the number of hits everyday, the time they have been a blogger? Or is it the fluidity of their words, the hilarity of their jokes or the magnificence of their everyday life?

Why does something as anonymous as a bloggers community have this food chain? Why can’t anyone do anything in this world without being judged and compared?

I hate rats!

Monday, March 5th, 2007 | Blog | 5 Comments

I don’t hate rats because of the usual (prejudiced) they are ‘eww’ and ‘hairy’ and all that. I also don’t hate rats because they go scuttling around the house at the wrongest (yes, I realize this isn’t a real word) moments making the baby go crawling after it thinking it’s a funny hairy car either.
The reason why I really truly hate rats is because they have an INSANE LONGING NEED TO CHEW EVERYTHING THEY LAY EYES ON!

The first time a rat ever got into my house as far as I can remember, it decided to make dinner of my left toe! Yes, it BIT MY TOE!

The next time a rat got into my house it made a chew toy out of my favorite pair of heels. Can you see why I hate rats now?

And the last time, which would be yesterday, a rat got into my house and tried to eat my sister’s parrot! Yes, the blind one. The poor thing was sleeping when it came and just bit it! What kind of an animal would bite a poor defenseless blind parrot? (yes, I know, a hungry one, but don’t interrupt the anguished wailing) She was bleeding and squawking in fear and pain. We called dad and he told us how to bandage it and all but I think she’s poisoned. Her leg has turned purple. They’ll probably have to amputate her!!

I hate rats!!! And to think I used to cry when daddy killed the buggers.  I’ll probably still cry if I see that but I wouldn’t be kicking and screaming at him to let it go free anymore. It’ll probably go ahead and chew something else.

Like my turtle!!

I know my turtle lives in a water bowl but a rat might just be stupid enough to jump in there and try to bite his leg too! After all a rat did manage to wriggle its way into my shoe closet…

Excuse me while I go teach my turtle self defense mechanisms.

Cockroaches = turtle food??

Wednesday, February 28th, 2007 | Blog | 19 Comments

MY TURTLE ATE A COCKROACH!! Yes, a cockroach I tell ya. I found the little sucker halfway down my turtle’s throat, and when I screamed at him to spit it out, he just looked at me with those sleepy eyes and swallowed it!

My turtle is a cockroach eater!!!

~faint~