Ups and Downs, Smiles and Frowns

According to the ever-so-straightforward (and crude) Ernest, my blog seems to be a 'jumbled up mess of confusion' as of late. This surprisingly corresponds to an increased diurnal average viewership O.o Apparently people love to see me confused, helpless and stuck in some rut.

The sadists. The sadists who contribute to my web counter.

Sadists view my blog when I’m at my worst. I see the great increases in viewership. I get happy and contented that I’m reaching the world. My blog entries get cheerier. The sadists go to wallow in some other scum’s groveling. My blogdership decreases. I return to being my worst.

It’s a damn vicious cycle I tell you.

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Yesterday, all the parents went away to Malaysia on this Alpha Course. This left the whole bunch of EFers (Extended Family-ers) children to their own devices for entertainment.

After baptism course, we all adjourned to J8 to watch ‘The Interpreter’. I honestly thought that it was quite good. With its engaging and detailed characters, good plot twists and a ghostly white and ethereal Nicole Kidman (who looked like she belonged in ‘The Others’). It actually started out rather slasher-flick-ish. Weird for a talkudrama about the UN and its politics O.o

A late dinner (s-11 as expected, with my utmost authority and dominion influencing one and all to that choice) followed by the return to my house for a mass orgy slumber party.

My house is SO not meant to accommodate 6 people staying over.

Anyways, while we were stoning around watching BatThumb, we inadvertedly, (REALLY!) found many scattered secret stashes of sexual scripture (read: porn).

You didn’t even have to look hard, or look actually, to get hard. Note that the last sentence was made in good humour, and that nothing ‘concrete’ happened.

Most notable among the pornographies were "Forbidden Frankenstein” (Oh my god! What a Monster!) and “Ilsa: She-Wolf of the SS”. *cue twisted faces of horror and disgust*

Jo was particularly amused by Forbidden Frankenstein, this black and white comic full of decrepit dialogue and cloak and dagger (or rather, cloakless and daggerless) suspense. It was basically about this Frankenstein having lots and lots and lots of random unprotected sex. Such values they preach. I mean, how can anyone be allowed to have unprotected sex today!!??

I repeat, there was hardly any action besides us all laughing our asses off at these utterly cheesy and lame erotickas.

SOMEONE reading this blog here needs to get better quality porn, in our honest opinions. Furthermore, that same someone has to properly store it under lock and key, where we cannot accidentally stumble upon it. It is indescribably scarring to go and discover these tacky and ill-lustrated (literally) articles lah. Completely turns you off porn.

There goes another outlet of stress for me…

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Disclaimer: Neither dw nor any of the EFers are cheekopek perverts with no sex life extending beyond (c)literature. He is just (very) amused by this outburst of porn and was writing in the spur of the moment (meaning with a very dirty mind). He *may* just be using sex to sell his blog.

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