i love life


i am a hopeless romantic and one bad date away from being cynical. i am a sucker for the written word. i love robert jordan, as much as that performance artist lady gaga or that crackwhore amy winehouse. i like reality shows and every tv show which exploits drama. I love TYRA, with her narcissism and her smize..i curse, weep and howl. i hate dumb people, and yet i think i am dumb most of the time. i am a drama queen, but i also smile the sweetest of smiles and bellow ear-shattering laughters. i frown at incompetence but screams for pleasure. i squirm when bored and squirm when tittilated. i am a connoisseur of visual and aural feasts--of all things ethereal and sublime ; ghastly and profane; a sense of aesthetics is my best friend, i like latex and pvc. i am a friend. a confidant. a lover. a mistress. a doting girlfriend. i am a creature who enjoys pigging-out on her favorite food in silence while watching crappy reality shows,then feels guilty after. i am butter melting deliciously on your tongue. i am narcissistic and extremely vain.a camera-whore who flirts with the lens on like, a regular basis. i am edward-smitten;and chris evan too.and everyday i adore a different man. i live in the present, and pop culture is my religion;i am always politically correct, but i think political correctness leads us to think like a herd, i dont think its a fault of people to think differently from mine, until we take the time to make a difference, but i take maliscious happiness in the misery of others and i religiously read perezhilton and tmz for my favorite celebrity like britney and others, and i secretly wish that lindsay will fuck it up , drink and sound the scram bracelet once more and be thrown in jail... . i am sometimes, laid back, i start and have no follow through like this blog which i have forgotten so many times. i am a person with so many gifts, and i feel like i owe it to myself to write my experiences, because i have been gifted with so much and i need to share it to the world,
.i kick myself when i fail, i hug myself when i succeed. i dare to live in waking dreams. i am a bit of a tragedy and a resounding success. i am beauty and ugliness. i love my body because its strong and i hate it because its strong. i always wish to be thinner, but i always wish to be healthier. i am a walking irony. i am dominant , but passive-aggressive. i am sane and crazy. i am happy and sad. i am shadow and light. agony and ecstasy. cold as ice. hot as fire. ..take a deep breathe
love me or hate me.
i am wholistic and i am real.
i am far from perfect.



cage me up

cage me up

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

*munch munch


so im slowly creeping in the market again, i guess a comeback is eminent, and by the welcome i received i would say ...it is quite succesful.
what i know now, is that going away for a year, gave me a better perspective and appreciation, of the adulation and developed a new passion for the job.
i have received sms and call mostly from people i know...
kinky swiss. my mr oriental. etc ( everyone knows who they are)
im like a common denominator for BDSM people... well, thats good for me( i think)
although expectations are hard to meet sometime.
i am still loosing the baby weight from the year long vacation...:) but i guess i look younger now and everybody says im cute as a button ( not good when you are a dominatrix)...
but im almost fully booked, and i definitely have a time for my errands( shopping shopping and more shopping)
but i decided to stay away from chicken rice and nasi lemak! i have to avoid carbs!
damn singapore, why does everything have to be so good.
and to anyone who is reading this... I am now staying in a 3 star hotel in bencoleen. My boutique hotel in chinatown is under renovation. sucks!
but i guess i shoudnt be bitching about it, becaue I am still in the central business district and quite close to BUGIS.
Being near malls and kopi tiam is a curse though i think. I like living in chinatown, its a bit more quaint.
BUT THE GOOD NEWS IS... i acquired this super HOT leather corsettes, both black and red.
And I have been wearing them like crazy.
I would wear them with jeans if it isnt too hot in singapore.... but I will also look freakin crazy wearing it out.
Anyway... SINGAPORE is growing on me again.

i just want to have a special shoutout to MR M...
the man who never left.... people always say they support you, and that they care for you. but sometimes, we need real people, who really genuinely help. and i just owe him so much:) bringing me back to my sanity ( and sing)....kiss kiss

oh wow...another CALL... i wonder what his requests would be

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

THE MEZA NINE ...


i finally had my first real date after a long while...going to a restaurant with a television, doesnt count as a date.
i spent most of that day shopping, and because I have been gone for a year, its my first time to enter ION mall. I took the train from BUGIS and discovered a new MECCA of shopping experience. I think my jaw dropped when I saw that all the shops I want are finally in one BIG mall. i got lost so many times, but i didnt mind. every corner is always a surprise.
Im like the girl from Confessions of a SHopaholic, because I think manequins call me to come in to these beautiful stores. well, maybe im just trying to reason why i enter shops....But as I discovered, I can only stay in the basement area (B1 , B2) , because once you reach the ground floor... its all high end, like Valentino, Dianne Von Furstenberg, etc...soon ...sooon ... soon...
as of now, I will stick to places like BEBE, ZARA and MANGO.... I am still paying off my credit cards, after going on hiatus for a year, I racked up a lot of debt:(
anyway, I made the date as an excuse to shop and was aiming to be shoe specific.
but i guess, the great singapore sale, just wont allow me to do that.
i ended up buying outfit choices, accessories, make up, lingerie... HMMMN.. there goes the money I was suppose to send home.
and i got almost enchanted (again) by these cute guys with blue eyes, trying to sell me nail products. never again.
anyway, i am really a bit nervous about this date...because he is someone i know for many years. a rollercoaster kind of relationship.
i chose a gladiator 5 inch heels, a tight black top and a cotton figure hugging pencil skirt, and spent two hours on making my make up natural ( and to make me look at least seven years younger)
all the effort was worth it coz his expression was priceless( still got it)--thank you visa--
and was rewarded by a nice necklace...yay! another jewelry( take note cheapskates)
we went to meza nine for dinner, and its as good as I remember.
they dont have the bald italian guy as the front of the house anymore though...
hes been promoted, he usually sends me a glass of champagne.
it definitely is a fun dinner...lots of kisses, batting of eyelashes and GOOD FOOD.
i was so hungry and was tempted to wolf down my pork chop, but since I am a "lady" for the night, i try to eat little bites..:)
we pounded the wine hard though. its my faaavorite wine. Cloudy Bay Sauvignon BLANC from new zealand. I like my wine white and a bit acidic. RED wine usually gives me tummy ache. ALL in all we finished three bottles between the two of us.( yes i know, i am almost borderline alcoholic--hehehe)
we closed the restaurant, and i was definitely drunk.
we went to clarke quay and drank some more....( big mistake)
i know we were drank because we bought those shirts that lights up, like a care bear( no one will get this reference, im so old)



and before i know it, (i dont remember this part anymore)
we went to kopi tiam and bought some food, and bought more wine and took it to my room...
we spent these last hazy moments kissing, and trying to get hard...
making out feels good, but a bit lazy, NO?
but i think we drank too much. i fell asleep watching FAMILY GUY...
oh stewie you crack me up
and when I woke up, I found my meza nine dinner all over the TUB...
I barfed? i cant even remember it. ( he said he saw it and cleaned some of it up)
(*screaming in my head* NOOOOOOOO)
so theres goes the glamorous nite...i cant believe he didnt even see my new lingerie.
damn it. save it for another night.
shout out to mistah meerkat

you are such a lovely date... next time, sex first before the wine

Saturday, July 24, 2010

the kinky swiss and the kinky wish



and so i started smsing people I have known for a long time.
one of the first people i contacted is mr swiss( by the way, i always ask for permission) before i post their stories)
and the next few posts of this will be raunchy..coz i plan to post pics :)
do they delete super graphic blogs?
I hope not.
anyway, back to the swiss.
Ive known him for a very long time ( seven years)...so ive known him since i was seventeen ( add that to my age-- yes im 24)....hehe
hes getting kinkier i think
usually, he loves a lot of wet kisses and a little bit of BDSM...
he loves seeing me in sexy, skimpy clothes and boots...
and he always love to have my tank full...
the worst we have done, is get into an orgy with two chinese women.
of course i did it for him...and my cock always go limp when the women starts touching it....
so now, we are "scheduled" to meet tonite
but im having second thoughts.
his wife is away, and he is babysitting his two young kids
so he wants to do it in his wife's bed, while his two kids are on the other room..
and the maid of course, asleep...
the act of being caught makes him crazy horny
but the possibility of it is close to giving me a heart attack
normally, i will veer away from this kind of situation...
i cant stop making my heels making sounds, and i will never go barefoot, its not sexy
i like the guy...but it seems to much...and seeing the house will give me a reality check that he is a married man..and im walking on dangerous waters.
he promised champagne though, so maybe alcohol will help..
well, im off to drink my vodka tonic...i need to start if ever im going to do this.
KARMA, heres two bucks...please get away from me for a bit

wish me luck

xoxo

vanessa

the singapore SUPERNOVA




i think its quite a moral boost...
I just posted an ad, saying (i just arrived, and)im exclusively meeting for fetish and suddenly I am bombarded with so many calls and sms from dear friends, confidants and my stable of slaves who has been seeking the "lifestyle" i provided.
Well, at least this way, I know I have left my mark, and have many branded. Im severely missed


Singapore is as good as I remember.
I have been spending all the money I dont have on Things I think I need.
Singapore sale is a bane to my existence and my credit cards( that reminds me, i need to start paying up:()
I set a goal. SAY TODAY. Its shoe specific, then suddenly I will pass a fuckin sex shop, offering the smell of leather and laced ribs breaking corsette.
How can a kinky girl resist.
I satisfied myself with the black pin up faux leather corsette and a peep toe fuck me stilletoes.
....
I love walking around BUGIS AREA....well, since my OLD niche, the lovely boutique hotel in CHINATOWN is currently under maintenance, I am living in a NIIIICE ( is it 3 or 5 star ) hotel in Bencoleen. So if anyone wants to see me strut in the tiniest skirt. Just give me a hollah.
A very very nice man has provided me a nice place to live and to play....
He usually comes at night, and see me in different costumes, and I usually send him KINKY sms during the day...
HMMMn....
But yesterday, I walked around CHINATOWN, and I am reminded why I love walking around the area. So many backpackers, looking for cheap buys. YOUNG, succulent, an d horny, with tan that wont quit and lithe muscles that I want to LICK.
OH dear...HELP ME GOD( blasphemY@!@)
Am I rambling again.
And today, I settled on shopping at cotton on, for some comfortable tiny clothes, I forgot singapore is so hot, and I really need a comfortable pair of shoes.
I brought only boots and gladiator fuck me 5 inch heels....definitely not for walking.
But im fully booked for dates till the next week.

oh singapore how i missed you


and this time I will post my adventures and " KINKY frolics"

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kisses* checks on nail polish*

If You CouLd Read My Mind Love

If You CouLd Read My Mind Love
What a tale my thoughts would tello