It is as if my mind skipped the 20 years experience and took me back to pre Cyborg War. I don't really understand. Am I healing? Gaining my confidence? Or is it because of the ECT, the 20 years trauma was erased?
Geez, I don't really know. What I do know is the dream was not bad. I was giving advise again but nobody was taking me seriously. I somehow know the problem within the organization that I advised but I *[to] was merely giving my professional opinion while being impartial. At one point I was doing lecture for free on healthy living (which is what I am focusing now) to my ex participants. It was a very informative session.
* I don't understand this. What does it mean. Are you a consultant too?
There was one really weird scene. I passed a mosque on the way to a kenduri (feast). As I was taking a back stairs going down the building (the mosque was a double story building by a slope with the upper part facing the main road) I came across a raging horse. The horse was at the staircase ready to charge on me. Then a pregnant cow got between me and the horse. I held on the the rear end of the cow with its placenta coming out. My arm was stained with blood. I was very calm.
That was pretty strange indeed. I never had such a symbolic dream. I blame the dreams on the medication. Before this I never had such weird dreams. Well screw it all. No point in psychoanalyzing dreams when I don't have the knowledge to do that.
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I bought a cheapie Adidas perfume to replace my old bottle, Adidas Game. This is not too strong. I bought it as a tryout. On sale for only RM25. Somehow after a while it has the linger of a cheap perfume. The Game does not have that although they are both in the same price range. The Game is my second bottle. I have to see how this one goes. Otherwise I go back to the Game. I like this one because the smell is subtle.
It seems that I had narrowed down to the few specific perfumes. I just keep repeating the same scents. They all are value for money but I want to be a real cheapskate. I spent RM690 on perfume alone in 2017. That should last me until 2021. Which means I only spent on the average RM138 a year to smell nice.
Mopey treated me to a Bubble Tea just now. The bubbles were made of tapioca. A real formula to get fat fast. So we shared the drink:
Since we have the habit of sharing our drinks, I cannot afford to contact any contagious disease, STD especially. I had been lucky so far but going to the Gayshas is like playing Russian Roulette. I am not going to take that chances again. I had done my medical checkup a[t] there is no STD. I better keep it that way.
What can I say Sarah, I like women. If I am a multimillionaire like Konek, I probably going for the high end Gayshas twice a month. See, there is a blessing that I am poor.
Eating pussy is so intoxicating. I get dizzy from the smell of the pheromone. That is why I don't like a bald pussy, the fur is where the factory gland is located.
Shucks, no more of that... Well I hope my new toy can compensate that.
The next best thing is when a woman gives me a rim job. So my sex toy is the next best thing to the experience.
I don't get all these from a wife. It has to be from a slut. They know their trade. It is listed in their job specs. I give you an example:
This girl's job specs are anal sex, ass rimming, come in mouth, come on body, come on face and male/male/female. Plus she provides a good Girl Friend Experience (GFE).
All these are voluntary services. That means the girl ENJOYS doing all the stuff. Nothing like having sex with a girl who enjoys it as compared to a wife who does it out of obligation.
Now you know why I went for the pros. And since they know they are going to be devoured, they really clean themselves. My experience with amateurs on one night stands were not that good. That's why they were one off. Smell is important. Even the wrong perfume will turn me off. I rather have the smell of soap tha[t] a strong smelling perfume. My idea of nice smell is a whiff of freshness.
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