<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695</id><updated>2009-09-11T05:55:49.632-12:00</updated><title type='text'>PERSONALIST: two lovers, one story</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog by two Malaysian sensualists.
J is the one with the sugarcane, and N is the gal with the cane.
Malaysia boleh!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-111919175328914233</id><published>2005-06-19T02:17:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T02:41:08.833-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Six months on...</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow will be exactly 6 months from the day that F~ died. Thinking about him still brings a smile to my face (and occasionally a tear in my eye). He was a good dog by all accounts, as energetic (until his final 2 weeks) as though he was still the 4 month-old puppy that I'd found as a stray and adopted.As I sit at my computer typing this blog, I recall the times when he would climb upstairs and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111919175328914233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=111919175328914233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111919175328914233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111919175328914233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/06/six-months-on.html' title='Six months on...'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-111719982877601495</id><published>2005-05-27T20:17:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T17:40:56.456-12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Erotic Flavours of Life</title><summary type='text'>J here. Imagine you're sleeping with your mouth wide open. There are sounds. Sounds of snoring. Picture a red ant crawling high above on the ceiling, minding it's own business. Suddenly it's attacked by a hungry cicak. Startled, the ant drops from the ceiling, into your wide open mouth. Yeech, you wake up retching, the little ant tripping all over your tongue, the foul stinging taste of ant acid </summary><link rel='related' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/' title='The Erotic Flavours of Life'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111719982877601495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=111719982877601495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111719982877601495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111719982877601495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/05/erotic-flavours-of-life.html' title='The Erotic Flavours of Life'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-111642889796117601</id><published>2005-05-18T23:08:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T03:22:48.586-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexually inspired by Tiger Balm</title><summary type='text'>Seems like some people have been inspired by our previous posts  on the erotic uses of Tiger Balm. Sexploitster goes one better.  He gets a taste of minyak cap kapak and pepper on his penis!And if you think Tiger Balm is erotic, then you might agree that Ikea furniture is sexy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111642889796117601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=111642889796117601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111642889796117601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111642889796117601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/05/sexually-inspired-by-tiger-balm.html' title='Sexually inspired by Tiger Balm'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-111618495447411352</id><published>2005-05-15T23:22:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T16:01:03.466-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Witch's milkshake*</title><summary type='text'>A day after my last post, N and I were lying in bed, relaxing after a hot shag. She grabbed my limp penis and proceeded to milkshake me. I felt my member revive, but it still felt dry and sore. N stopped and turned to the edge of the bed, where we keep a pot of cream for these dry spells.I lay on the bed, gazing at the ceiling, as she rubbed cream over her hands. Then she turned round, her hands </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111618495447411352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=111618495447411352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111618495447411352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111618495447411352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/05/witchs-milkshake.html' title='Witch&apos;s milkshake*'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-111572441904498191</id><published>2005-05-10T19:26:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T00:07:48.403-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Healing with Tiger Balm*</title><summary type='text'>J here! After a short hiatus due to work commitments, we're back.I've been using Tiger Balm ointment since I was a kid to sooth mosquito bites. The cool menthol feel and deep heating properties of Tiger Balm make it suitable for backaches and sports massage. And other things of course!When N and I first met, we talked about sex aids. She admited that she sometimes uses a deep-heating massage </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111572441904498191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=111572441904498191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111572441904498191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111572441904498191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/05/sexual-healing-with-tiger-balm.html' title='Sexual Healing with Tiger Balm*'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-111392483435952421</id><published>2005-04-19T21:33:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T04:54:25.046-12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Goodbye</title><summary type='text'>I remember how delighted I was when I first discovered the Hustler's blog. Here was a kindred spirit who reveled in the joys of sex, and was a great storyteller to boot. We never met and only exchanged a few words on the fringes, but I always smiled whenever he posted another quirky story about the sexual misadventures of us Malaysians. My gal N wasn't so pleased when I showed Hustler to her: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111392483435952421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=111392483435952421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111392483435952421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111392483435952421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/04/long-goodbye.html' title='The Long Goodbye'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-111243006785943000</id><published>2005-04-02T15:21:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T21:04:18.683-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Jake and the golden penis</title><summary type='text'>Was surfing around and stumbled upon this site by Jake Bronstein. Jake weaves his photos and stories together wonderfully: Golden Penis and Sticky, Icky, Icky.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111243006785943000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=111243006785943000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111243006785943000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111243006785943000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/04/jake-and-golden-penis.html' title='Jake and the golden penis'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-111235201138866822</id><published>2005-04-01T17:40:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T19:58:54.216-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Surrender (part 2)</title><summary type='text'>Hi!  No April Fools jokes. We're fucking serious here :-)The bondage books we ordered from Amazon and mentioned in Ultimate Surrender have arrived. Not a peep from Malaysian Customs. So long as the boys from Customs are out performing drug busts and not disturbing my sexual peccadilloes, i have no complaints.The two books are The Seductive Art of Japanese Bondage and Asia Bondage. From a cursory </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111235201138866822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=111235201138866822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111235201138866822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111235201138866822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/04/ultimate-surrender-part-2.html' title='Ultimate Surrender (part 2)'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-111201558550889786</id><published>2005-03-29T21:05:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T04:39:23.810-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting the parents</title><summary type='text'>N's mother invited me to church for the Sunday Easter service.  I'm not a Christian, but I tactfully agreed to go. On Sunday morning, I got a call from N, demanding: "Have you left?"I looked at my watch. Just past 10: "What's the rush? The service is at 11."N explained patiently, "Today is Easter, it's going to be packed. We have to leave now."Oh-oh. I was too far away, so I told them to go ahead</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111201558550889786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=111201558550889786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111201558550889786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111201558550889786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/03/meeting-parents.html' title='Meeting the parents'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-111142534050989498</id><published>2005-03-22T01:15:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T14:14:31.156-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstinence makes the heart grow hornier</title><summary type='text'>Read this interesting titbit on abstinence from sex on Xinhua:After studying the sexual behavior of about 12000 youngsters, researchers from Yale University and Columbia University have found that teens pledging virginity until marriage are more likely to have oral and anal sex than other teens who have not had intercourse.    "Since pledgers have fewer sexual partners than non-pledgers, they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111142534050989498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=111142534050989498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111142534050989498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111142534050989498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/03/abstinence-makes-heart-grow-hornier.html' title='Abstinence makes the heart grow hornier'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-111124961188147857</id><published>2005-03-20T00:26:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T05:29:38.220-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are not the only things from Mars*</title><summary type='text'>N and I were having phone sex a few months ago. I was sprawled on my bed, one hand holding my Nokia, the other one playing with my cannon as we lobbed verbal shots at each other.  Midway through the verbal licking we were giving each other, N asked me whether I liked Mars bars. Being utterly stupid and lacking in imagination, I answered with a cautious and puzzled "Errrrh, yes... Why?""Don't you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111124961188147857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=111124961188147857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111124961188147857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111124961188147857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/03/men-are-not-only-things-from-mars.html' title='Men are not the only things from Mars*'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-111094217392954223</id><published>2005-03-15T15:02:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T15:02:42.950-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Xiaxue's safe sex riddle*</title><summary type='text'>Xiaxue, an extremely interesting blog written by lovely young Singaporean lass, has posted this intriguing riddle:Safe sexThere are 2 guys and 2 girls. The 2 guys want to fuck the 2 girls (ie each guy screws both girls) but there is a problem ... There are only two condoms available. Use the condoms any way you want - reuse, flip it, etc - but you cannot wash it.No body fluids can be exchanged (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111094217392954223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=111094217392954223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111094217392954223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111094217392954223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/03/xiaxues-safe-sex-riddle.html' title='Xiaxue&apos;s safe sex riddle*'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-111062169074696408</id><published>2005-03-12T18:01:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T22:50:50.063-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and other alcoholic delights*</title><summary type='text'>An absolutely delighted N return to my house after dinner on Tuesday. She was still glowing from the pink iPod mini I had just given her. In my bedroom, I turned on her new iPod and played it on my speaker system. I choose a playlist I had handcrafted for her, good music for romantic fucking. A mix of soft music from Diana Krall, The Carpenters, Alicia Keys, Sting, Bee Gees and Ella with a twist </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111062169074696408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=111062169074696408' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111062169074696408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111062169074696408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/03/sex-and-other-alcoholic-delights.html' title='Sex and other alcoholic delights*'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-111059141371652093</id><published>2005-03-11T13:00:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T17:36:08.340-12:00</updated><title type='text'>This lil' pinky went travelling</title><summary type='text'>I had been running around like a headless chicken all day trying to make sure that my presentation materials, facts &amp; figures were all "a-ok" for the big meeting that I was going to attend at my regional office. I was to fly off early the next day.It was going to be the first time that J and I were going to be apart since we started dating. I had to meet up with him. It was for dinner at Amarin, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111059141371652093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=111059141371652093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111059141371652093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111059141371652093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-lil-pinky-went-travelling.html' title='This lil&apos; pinky went travelling'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-111028203883904083</id><published>2005-03-08T19:40:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T04:36:18.443-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty in Pink</title><summary type='text'>Shhhh!  I have a secret I'm about to share with you. N doesn't know about this yet. I just bought N a pink 4 Gb iPod Mini. I'm really excited about it, and am going to give it to her tonight in Mid-Valley.The iPod Mini cost RM 999. One of the new ones that run for 18 hours continiously. I'm also getting for her the Apple In-Ear Headphones that fit better and my spare charger (the new iPod's don't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111028203883904083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=111028203883904083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111028203883904083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/111028203883904083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/03/pretty-in-pink.html' title='Pretty in Pink'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-110996441119549560</id><published>2005-03-05T03:26:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T05:10:42.016-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't pet when you can fuck*</title><summary type='text'>Hooray for Friday night! Both of us had been working hard and we promised each other that we would play hard after work. We agreed to meet at 7.30, but we had so much work that we only met up closer to 9. The food was Italian, the place Damansara. N had spaghetti marinara baked in foil and I had ravioli in creamy salmon sauce. The ravioli was too rich, but that didn't matter; tonight was for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/110996441119549560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=110996441119549560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110996441119549560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110996441119549560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/03/dont-pet-when-you-can-fuck.html' title='Don&apos;t pet when you can fuck*'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-110978687950099702</id><published>2005-03-03T01:07:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T03:30:21.020-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Car Loving*</title><summary type='text'>I have mentioned before that N is too busy to blog because some of her seniors at work have resigned. Thanks to this, N is moving up into middle-management. Like all new managers, she's very hands-on, so she's been staying out late at work these past few days. On Tuesday, N came home at 11pm. My poor N hadn't had dinner yet, so i dropped by her house and took her to out to a popular mamak eatery </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/110978687950099702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=110978687950099702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110978687950099702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110978687950099702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/03/late-night-car-loving.html' title='Late Night Car Loving*'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-110956871823262011</id><published>2005-02-28T20:31:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T02:29:58.266-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Defending the noble penis*</title><summary type='text'>I (J) recently spotted a blog posting about how much better lesbian lovers are on petalingstreet.org. Lainie, who has a great blog, talks about this lesbian she knows in fawning tones:   Fip and I were talking ... about this girl friend of ours who had eleven orgasms in a night thanks to her extremely, extremely talented bed partner....Yeah you hetero girls out there, suddenly, sleeping with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/110956871823262011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=110956871823262011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110956871823262011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110956871823262011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/02/defending-noble-penis.html' title='Defending the noble penis*'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-110951904946034193</id><published>2005-02-27T23:06:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T03:52:53.623-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinsey: Let's Talk About Sex</title><summary type='text'>Recently N and I watched the movie Kinsey on DVD. It's about Alfred Kinsey, a pioneer on human sexuality research, and how he shocked America as he walked a fine line between voyeurism and science. Liam Neeson, famous for his multi-faceted portrayals of real people (Schindler's List, etc), stars as Kinsey. Alfred Kinsey was a zoology professor in Indiana University. Disappointed by the lack of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/110951904946034193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=110951904946034193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110951904946034193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110951904946034193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/02/kinsey-lets-talk-about-sex.html' title='Kinsey: Let&apos;s Talk About Sex'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-110896777223918231</id><published>2005-02-21T15:30:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T04:43:47.663-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsafe Sex and ECPs*</title><summary type='text'>When visiting Chinese restaurants as kids one of the fun things we used to do was popping the wrappers of the paper towels. As you probably know, you hold the plastic wrapper taut at one end with one hand, and hit the bubble formed on the other side really hard with the other hand. A very satisifying explosion occurs. If you're lucky, you'd annoy the grownups and enjoy ducking and evading the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/110896777223918231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=110896777223918231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110896777223918231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110896777223918231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/02/unsafe-sex-and-ecps.html' title='Unsafe Sex and ECPs*'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-110846894063563991</id><published>2005-02-15T00:02:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T01:08:36.336-12:00</updated><title type='text'>No sex please, it's Valentine's day</title><summary type='text'>I took N and her mum(!) out for Valentine's dinner. No roses, no wine, and definitely no sex. We weren't planning on having a big celebration anyway, given the amount of shagging we did over the weekend. There's only so much kneading, rubbing and friction that a dick can take. And I also felt good in taking N's mum out - it's not merely sex I'm after you know.We ate at a Hong Kong style </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/110846894063563991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=110846894063563991' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110846894063563991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110846894063563991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/02/no-sex-please-its-valentines-day.html' title='No sex please, it&apos;s Valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-110826317328842575</id><published>2005-02-14T10:52:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T15:14:19.146-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Laundry Day: Part 2*</title><summary type='text'>I popped myself out and the head was laced in red lipstick from N's monthly cycle. I peeped under the T-shirt. The flow had soaked right through and into the bedsheets. We had done it with more vigour and passion this time, and a T-shirt was no longer enough. Yes, it would be a red laundry day.N and I put the stained sheets in the washing machine and had lunch in the living room. Mutton curry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/110826317328842575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=110826317328842575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110826317328842575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110826317328842575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/02/red-laundry-day-part-2.html' title='Red Laundry Day: Part 2*'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-110835342991143407</id><published>2005-02-14T00:57:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T19:51:45.453-12:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hustler's Valentine's Day</title><summary type='text'>You always picture a hustler as a sharp dressed man with a glib mouth and a shark's mind. SleekBlackMercedes aka  ThE HuStLeR shows another side to his character in his  Best Wishes on Valentine's Day... post:It’s sad when relationships/marriages fail due to misunderstandings and us men’s failure to recognize that we have a precious gift in our gf/spouse and due to neglect, we let something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/110835342991143407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=110835342991143407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110835342991143407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110835342991143407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/02/hustlers-valentines-day.html' title='A Hustler&apos;s Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-110822570217825418</id><published>2005-02-12T04:28:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T05:41:40.113-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Laundry Day*</title><summary type='text'>To me, there's something intensely romantic about making love to someone during her flow. It's like saying "I will always love you, through thick or thin." I don't wear a condom then, and the thought of the blood mingling with my semen makes it feel like some pagan love ritual.The first time I suggested this to N, she was a bit hesitant, not because she didn't like the thought (she is my kinky </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/110822570217825418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=110822570217825418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110822570217825418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110822570217825418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/02/red-laundry-day.html' title='Red Laundry Day*'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10226695.post-110813324695564687</id><published>2005-02-11T02:47:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T15:11:09.890-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Ado About Nothing</title><summary type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year. N is in KL and I am away in my home town, so we are corresponding by email, phone and sms. Recently we received a nice thank you post from littleblack, complimenting us on our blog:This is Littleblack from Black and White Nightlife Diary. Thanks for linking. You have a great blog! N responded by sending this email to me (J):U are gaining quite a fan base!!!I replied:Me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/feeds/110813324695564687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10226695&amp;postID=110813324695564687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110813324695564687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10226695/posts/default/110813324695564687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalist.blogspot.com/2005/02/much-ado-about-nothing.html' title='Much Ado About Nothing'/><author><name>The big cheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08594977979228572163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>