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| Quote of The Day: "Genitals should never be photographed, especially without the help of professional studio lighting" (Mamoyo, 2010)
When you mms-ed a picture of yourself naked waist up to your boyfriend in another state, you would expect a better and more excited response than "Yam yam... I like it".
And what the fuck does yam yam means anyway?
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| Quote of The Day: "A pussy is a pussy is a pussy is a pussy" (Mamoyo, 2010) in response to a friend saying "I do not discriminate. I fuck all colours of pussies"
Vengeance fuck?
Sometimes I really wonder if I can go through with it.
Live with the guilt or live with the resentment with each unresponsive affection?
I bet it would feel better with a 7".
Oh how I miss a 7".
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| Quote of The Day: "Your boyfriend is so stupid. Don't give him blowjob" (Mamoyo, 2010)
You're taking her for granted again.
This woman will eventually leave you, you know.
She's just finding the right time.
Better say sorry now.
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| Quote Of The Day: I'm reopening Mamoyo (Mamoyo, 2010)
*please do not think I am naively narcissistic. This quote will be famous one day.
3 years and 2 months. It has been 3 years and 2 months.
Now I'm back and I'm feeling thoroughly refreshed to bring you some cheeky entertainment.
It is really funny what a 3 year relationship can do to you.
You learn to speak some dirty words in another language and then say it to his spoilt brat of a Canadian cousin to his face without flinching.
You learn that going down does not necessarily mean you get some. You just keep on going down.
Haha did you get that? I'm so sarcastic sometimes. He probably did not get that though.
Now I'm just plain mean.
A side note, 3 years out of Mamoyo and I have grown uncomfortable writing "haha" because it is technically not English.
Anyway I am thinking this should be an anonymous blog with no pictures and I should probably lock my previous entries.
Edit: When I said no pictures, I really meant no pictures with cleavages but you know, pictures.
After all, I am no longer a college girl and life is slightly different now.
I am dating a pastor's kid and this realisation still scares the shit out of me three years down the road.
I have gone through several heartwrenching surgeries but this will be a story for another day.
I have unlearned and relearned that life can be a happy therapeutic journey as long as you have the right group of friends who will always hold your hands.
I am drinking a wee bit of alcohol again and I am still not smoking.
And why yes I still love sex very much.
p/s Xanga should really remove "Publish this entry to your Facebook profile" button. WTF is that about?
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| Quote of the Day - "If trust is what you fought about again and again, why is there a relationship?" (Mamoyo, 2006)
This was my very first post on this xanga space of mine, minus the capital letters, the paragraphing and proper structuring of sentences.
I was excited at the prospect of writing on cyberspace, amused that strangers would be reading my thoughts and encouraged by the idea of critique - a space for me to learn.
Then I was slightly chirpy, my tone a lil' English and my writing incoherently whiny.
I realised I was already loud-minded here when I wrote that abstinence before marriage is weird for me.
June 29, 2004"hello people. what they say about first impression is so right.
which explains why i took a bloody 10 minutes thinking of what to write
in my first post in my first blog. i am thinking that i am becoming
much of an attention seeker. now, that's quite a morbid thought, isn't
it? why on earth will a person with too much loving friends and so
little time on her hands still sign up to write in a blog? enlighten
please on my own dilemma. =D. can i stop writing now? i feel like i'm
forced to do a presentation where i am required to talk and talk and
talk. however, since i'll be talking about my favourite subject - ME,
i'm beginning to have an alright feeling about this whole revealing my
inner feelings to the world who probably doesn't even care if i fail a
test or break a nail - not that i have a nail to break since i have the
world's most annoying habit which is to bite my nails. i have all sorts
of beliefs. i believe that God must be a man because some women have
tits for brains and men are such natural dickweeds. i think believing
that God doesn't want us to have sex before marriage is just too plain
weird. what confuses me even more is that people who claim they are in
a religion and yet commits 'sins' against the teachings of their
religions. care to explain why bother? i'm missing tequila, calvin and
dian right now. mmm muahs"
I started becoming more playful and more provocative in my writings.
Quite understandable as I am so in real life. Quite often when you're cynical, you're likely to be sarcastic as well. And my penchant for sarcasm is incorporated in most of my writings.
If you miss it, you need to get a sense of humour.
If you spot it and find it offensive, I suggest you loosen up a little.
You know what they say?
Make fun of the taboo
and you're less likely to have a small penis!
Here, my frankness about my sexual life came out in the open.
I saw no harm, only honesty.
So I brought my sex life out of the bedroom and onto xanga, believing no shame in writing what you all may or may not have experienced.
I saw only being myself on this web journal.
February 1, 2005
Phone Sex
Distance makes the heart fonder. In my case, it made both me and Eric terribly horny.
So we tried phone sex.
We were warming to the idea that he's gonna go down on me.
Mamoyo: Mmm... how about you reach up with both your hands to hold my breasts while licking me?
Eric: Huh. I'm gonna look like superman doing that!
M: Oh.
E: How about I hold your breast with just one hand, honey?
M: You're gonna look like Ultraman!!!
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And who can forget the fake orgasm video that propelled me to celebrity blogger status?
Literacy in sarcasm is a must before watching the video.
Simply put, it is a parody of When Harry Met Sally... you know, when Sally faked an orgasm in the restaurant.
I am not moaning for you, I am showing you how easy it is to fake an orgasm.
Your girlfriend can be faking it right this moment because you were too stupid to spot the off pitched groans in my video.
Here's a tip - her clit is most likely to be very swollen when she's nearing orgasm and after the orgasm, the clit should be as flat as a roti canai.
This can be true or not true, depending on individual.
I know, I might have as well said nothing.
In this blog alone, I've cried foul at cheating partners and survived
physical abuse.
I've found my dad after six years of separation.
Few
months later, I wrote that I moved out from an ex's house after nearly
two years of reliance, of whom his parents I have grown very fond of.
I've complained incessantly about Curtin, the university in which I am
still schooled at.
I've rhapsodized superficially about my body insecurities albeit very real and very scary.
Many personal insights about relationships followed post after post.
I counted a few relationships and breakups in this blog alone.
As I read back, I sounded almost pathetically heartbroken but even if given the opportunity to turn back time, I wouldn't phrase my emotions any differently.
As cynical as I may be, when heartbroken, I hurt just as much as the next girl.
Somehow quite reassuringly it now is to me, for the moments that I was pathetic, I know now that I did treasure my relationships, despite the ways they were broken and the resentment that came afterwards.
I posted pictures of my life and of myself.
Many of them are to share with my friends and you, the happy moments in my life, some sad.
Here's a part of me still framed in a 640x480.
Some of the pictures are for narcissistic reasons, for a quick self-esteem boost or sometimes, to remind myself just how fortunate I am - emotionally, physically and materialistically.
I wrote about my friends, about how I had close to none in secondary school and now I am blessed with best friends.
Whom not only understand me, accept me and love me but also be there for me.
In the two years I've blogged, I've lost friends and gained precious ones, all pensively inscribed here with minimal efforts of keyboard tapping but each word with immense feelings.
Oh and sex... how can I forget the one thing that most of you come to this blog for?
I have very little to say about this subject, only this; I do not need to be
white or black, Asian or American, man or woman, married or
divorced, highly educated or illiterate, your gynaecologist or your parents, adult or menopaused to
have/write about/talk about sex.
I just need to be myself.
And lastly,
That would be my last quote.
For this blog.
I'm closing this down.
To the faithful readers, I really want to thank you for being so supportive of me.
Thank you so much.
But I realised after two years of blogging under Mamoyo, I'm finally tired.
Blogging here has become too frustrating for me.
What used to be my source of outlet has now become a reason for more aggravations.
Not so much the personal attacks and criticisms of my blatant honesty.
I used to write as a means of liberation and yet with every entry I get judged as a character, not as a writer.
I wonder who did you all fell in love with - mamoyo or me?
I'll be moving to a new domain.
And it won't be mamoyo.
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