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Suanie asked, I answered

I asked Suanie to interview me because I wanted to be femes.

1) According to you, which are the 5 types of people who needs to be eliminated in order to make the world a better place?
Type 1: Religious Fanatics.
Type 2: Righteous Fanatics.
Type 3: Narcissistic Fanatics.
Type 4: Michael-Jackson Fanatics.
Type 5: (Fill this in yourself) Fanatics.

Actually I think I just want to eliminate ONE kind of people. FANATICS. The other idiots are bearable, at least they make my feelings of annoyance go somewhere.

2) If you could change one thing about Malaysia what would it be?
The education system/policy/whatchamacalit. Someone please inject some sense into that crap piece of thing. Reason? ME! I'm a living example of the kind of crap shit it produces.

3) Would you have sex with a midget? Why?
No. I don't see what's so fun about having a hamsap dwarf sticking his thumb-length dick into me. Even if his dick were 8 inches long, I bet he can't kiss me at the same time, which is what I want when he's thrusting in and out of me. Plus I bet his stubby hands won't be able to FUCK my cunt and caress my nipples at the same time. So there.

Actually. No because I'm a restricted area. Midgets are not authorized personnel.

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4) Which country would you choose to migrate to and why?
Singapore. Because unlike Malaysia, there's always a Tomorrow there. Okay that's kind of lame. No really. Because I was born there and then my family migrated here. So if I migrate I think I'll go back to Singapore. And then they're also always talking about the gahmen just like how we are. At least if I migrate to Singapore, I won't even feel like I've left home.

5) Would you sacrifice yourself to save a random family of 4? Why?
No. My hair, my face, my body, my clothes and everything else about me is more precious than a random family of 4. And obviously, I'm kiasu and kiasi like this because of the education system.

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Rapunzel Speaks 13: When he cometh, I quoted Shakespeare

When the crossover was done, I felt extreme pleasure, which made me spit out verse-loads of Shakespeare.

The truth is, after the cherry popped,

Mark and me, both alike in non-dignity,
On my fair bed, where we lay in sin,
From ancient chastity break to new liberty,
Where his feisty malehood makes my sweet unclean.
From forth his ravishing loins he swiftly sows
His pair of dangling mini-orbs pushes forth a seedful life;
Then later, over, up and under me he fiercely overthrows
Do with my moans and fuel his burning sex-drive
Aimed direct through the passage of my womanly grove,
And the slobbering of his kisses all over my breasts-topped rib-cage,
When finally he cometh, his joyful treasure filled my trove,
On my bed I can proclaim now my exquisite coming of age;
That cherry called virginity which I finally gave my man,
What I have lost, without which I've been more content.

Which obviously, makes up for all the pain endured during his breakthrough.

Previously on Rapunzel Speaks:
RS 1 RS 2 RS 3 RS 4 RS 5 RS 6 RS 7 RS 8

Rapunzel shares her lovemaking tips:
RS 9: How to do it right #1
RS 10: How to do it right #2
RS 11: How to do it right #3

And then later,
RS 12: So much for the popped cherry

Fucked up Monday

I am superbly pissed today.

Why?

Because it is the first day of my period.

Because I lost my handphone yesterday. After church some more.

Because not only I have a period, I have to have a terrible stomach ache at the same time.

Because its a stupid Monday. MONDAY! MONDAY! IYEEEEEE.

Because I look like shit. SATURDAY I went to I dye my hair, wanted it to be blonde but now I have red and orange streaks all over my head. I look like someone poured marmalade all over my head right now.

I swear if I put on minishorts and a very tight T I'll look like an Ah Lian to the N. Geh…

Some more I keep going to the toilet to berak and wipe blood. Do you know what it's like having to lau sai and wipe blood off your asscrack at the same time? Stinks yes. Disgusting yes. Somemore when I flush the toilet, the bowl got stains of dunno poo or blood. So I had to take the water pipe and press its end to create a high pressured water spray to spray down the remnants of my blood-streaked liquidified shit.

At the same time I had to be extremely careful not to spray that stuff on to my pretty pink dress today.

I decided to look pretty today because of the stupid marmalade hair, and of all days today have to come my stupid period! I'm in a pretty-as-pink MNG do okay, cost me about 450 to get this top, and skirt and belt, and nice pretty pink shoes and pretty pink bag, and of all DAYS, today I have to have a period, and a stomach ache!

Just now when I was driving to work I was trying VERY VERY hard to sit still-still so that the oozing blood (I was only wearing panty liners this morning ok) wouldn't get onto my skirt and stain it good.

Damn I hate periods.

And then the stupid phone.

I had to be suey enough to meet a thief yesterday who decided to TAKE MY HANDPHONE while I was eating my pork-ball noodles.

And because of that KANINIA I have to spend an extra 600+ this month. So now I have a new phone, unexpectedly, and not that I really needed a new phone some more.

I AM UBERLY UBERLY PISSED WITH THE ENTIRE WORLD TODAY SO IF YOU HATE ME BUT STILL DAMN THICK SKIN AND YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME JUST PRETEND TO LIKE ME AND LOVE ME AND SPREAD ME ALL OVER WITH YOUR OOEY GOOEY GOODNESS AND WONDERFULNESS.

I NEED TO FEEL DAMN LOVED TODAY.

Otherwise you know if I snap at you it's not my fault. It's the bloody world's fault. I warn you already. Don't say I didn't tell you.

I feel like a bloody WOE-man today.

EVERYBODY ON EARTH IS AN IDIOT TODAY.

YOU ARE AN IDIOT YOU ARE AN IDIOT YOU ARE AN IDIOT.

I am the super genius, the super babe and I have an invisible 'I am Queen' crown on my head. Squint and you will see it. What? Cannot see right?

I told you you were blind.

AAAAARGH EVERYTIME I BREATHE THERE IS BLOOD OOZING OUT OF ME.

It's only going to be 12 noon and I HAVE BEEN TO THE TOILET LIKE SIX TIMES ALREADY SINCE 8 AM.

I've popped 3 Panadol menstruals already and am still feeling cranky.

Curse the guy who stole my handphone.

THIS IS A RANT IF YOU DON'T LIKE ME JUST GO AND SCREW YOURSELF. IF YOU STILL CAN'T JERK OFF I RECOMMEND GOING TO THE DOCTORS. MAYBE YOU HAVE A LOUSY EQUIPMENT. GO GET IMPLANTS OR EXTENSIONS OR SOMETHING.

But don't be stupid and get a uterus.

Uteruses are not fun.

They are not fun.

They get invaded by a dick every once in a while.

Then after many many years that dick will start to complain that the stupid vagina opening that opens the way into the uterus is TOO FUCKING LOOSE.

Not like you see us complaining about too fucking short dicks all the time also.

Also have you see a dick that bleeds like every 28 days or so?

Speaking of which, I was wondering, if guys had periods, what would their pads look like? wrap around the dick like a hotdog bun, izzit?

I HATE MY UTERUS. IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT A WOMAN FEELS LIKE WITH A UTERUS, DON'T ASK SOMEONE LIKE ME ON HER PERIOD DAYS.

I SO HATE MY UTERUS TODAY.

Actually that's not entirely true.

I also hate the idiot who took my phone.

Aiyah I hate the whole world lah ok.

I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE the entire fucking world today.

AAAAAAAAAARGH AARGH.

BTW,

Anyone has Akon's Lonely in a small MP3 file or a midi file please send to me because I so want that one for my ringtone. And if you know me personally be lah a bit smart send me your handphone number because duh. I lost my handphone. All phone numbers are gone.

OK. I'm done. Thank you for reading this shit. I go toilet yeah?

Rapunzel Speaks 12: So much for the popped cherry

Always you wondered what the first time is like for a girl. Most guys would try to make it as memorable, as wonderful, as PAINLESS as possible.

Fat hopes lah. No way it's going to be painless, me thinks.

***

The feeling. You want to believe it's good. That it's wonderful.

Prior to all this, I imagined fireworks in the sky the moment he touchdowned, or like how they described in trashy novels, 'The bed rocked, and he took me peak over peak.'

If you asked me now, I'd tell you, 'What a shitload of nonsense.'

First things first. The atmosphere. I have complete privacy up here in my tower. My mother, the 'Evil Witch', kept me up in this tall-as-a-coconut-tree tower, and this allows me to moan all I want. Ideally, this means that I'm allowed the best of everything. That is, Mark is allowed not to cover my mouth with the bloody pillow to shut me up, because NO ONE can hear me scream, 'Oooh baby hit me one more time!' ala Britney.

That said, no book in the world, no kamasutra guide, and no 'Sex For Dummies' book can actually prepare you, yes you, you innocent and wided-eyed 'Hey I can't wait to have someone pop my cherry' chica, NOTHING can actually prepare you for that entire cherry-popping process.

Not even a FANTASTIC prelude of foreplay.

Na-ah.

***

Let me tell you MY version of why they call it popping the cherry.

You know when you eat cherries? They're those little scarlett bits you find on your ice-cream or cake. (I heard they now sell it in Petaling Street too, sometimes). If you've never seen one before, it looks like this.

me popping the cherry
Image from OlesArt.

Now just imagine this. You toss the cherry into your mouth. And what you do next? You pop it. That's right. Your teeth down on this fragile piece of sponge-like fruit. If you chomp down HARD enough, you might just hear a minor 'crunch'. Sounds almost like a 'pop'.

Sure, the cherry might taste nice, juicy, sweet and all that.

But imagine if you're the cherry.

OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!

Yeah. That's about what it feels like.

And even if you're well-lubricated, girls, (which usually, you won't be, the first time, you're usually ultra, ultra dry. Because you don't know what it's going to be like, and your muscles will clam up, and obviously no amount of rubbing and sucking's going to make you turn into a salivating mussel.) you'll still be shocked shit. Like your heart's going to burst out of its socket. And your vagina's exploding. Yup.

If your vagina's 'the cherry', then first-goal touchdown, is like popping the cherry. It explodes. Literally. VERY VERY PAINFUL, IT IS.

***

So what happened was this. After a bit of coaxing, I still wouldn't relax, and Mark decided, he would ram in anyway.

'You know what? You're not going to get wet.'
'Uhuh.'
'I've got KY you know.'
'What's KY.'
'Fake lubricant. Sometimes a good substitute.'

He whipped out a tube, not unlike a toothpaste tube. After a bit, he was rubbing his forefingers against his thumbs and then he went down again.

COLD!

Getting KY (unwarmed) on your private parts is like smoothing some kind of cold cream on it. Not a very nice feeling. But anyway, it was supposed to make things less painful, said Mark, so I obliged.

We tried again. Grabbing both my legs and placing them on either sides of his shoulders, Mark positioned himself for… erm… entry.

I shut my eyes. More like I clenched up and closed my eyes tightly.

'What's wrong?' he asked.

Opening my eyes, I stared at him quizzically.

'Urm. Nothing.'
'Relax, will you?'
'I am relaxed.'
'No. You look constipated. I'm not about to hurt you, babe.'
'I don't know. I don't think something, err, THAT SIZE, is not going to hurt. I think it's going to hurt.'
'Maybe a bit. Relax. K?'
'I'll try.'

Again.

And then.

OWWWWWWWWW!

Shucks. Hurts like hell. I think I shed a tear. Gah. Hurts hurts hurts. I screamed. Yup. Screamed.

'It's in.'

And then, that's it. The first time.

Fireworks in the sky, my ass.

Previously on Rapunzel Speaks:
RS 1 RS 2 RS 3 RS 4 RS 5 RS 6 RS 7 RS 8

Rapunzel shares her lovemaking tips:
RS 9: How to do it right #1
RS 10: How to do it right #2
RS 11: How to do it right #3

The Three Little Pigs

If there was one thing that The Big Bad Wolf was good at, it was being evil. Even being defeated in the notorious Little Red Riding Hood scandal didn't do a thing to change his evil ways, and he still went around terrorizing the peace-loving citizens of Fairytale-land.

So happens that one fine day The Big Bad Wolf was resting under a tree ready to roast a bunch of trembling earthworms for his mid-morning snack, when he heard the sound of tapping feet approaching. There were squeals of giggles, and occasionally, an 'oink oink' here and an 'oink oink' there.

'Pigs!' thought the wolf, overturning his panful of worms. His ears were now perked to their tips, and his smacked his lips against each other. Peering from behind the tree, he saw not just one, but three little pigs trotting gleefully across a wooden bridge. He was elated.

'A good lunch shall I have, and perhaps Bakuteh for dinner, and if I be lucky, bacon for tomorrow's breakfast.'

And with that, he set out on all fours and trailed the three unsuspecting little pigs to their destinations.

They first arrived at a little house made all out of straw. It had a pretty little holes for windows, and the dry grass was flying everywhere and all around.

'By golly,' said the wolf to himself. 'It looks as if a huge gust of wind is all it would take to bring down that thingie!'

Only one little pig went into this house, and his elder brothers said goodbye to him. They went oinking down the yellow brick road, and The Big Bad Wolf now decided it was time for him to say hello.

'Hello!' he boomed, just as the little pig had entered the door. The cute little thang looked out of the window, chattering to his little toes. 'How are you today?'

'I'm good. I'm going to sleep. Goodbye and go away.'
'Come, come, let me in, little pig. I just want to, have lunch with you.'
'I've had lunch with my brothers, thank you very much.'
'Little pig, little pig, please let me in. I'll be nice, I promise.'

You know what the pig said. 'No, no, no! By the hair of my chinny chin chin, I will NOT let you in!'

And the wolf said, 'Well then, I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll bring your house down.'

So he huffed and he puffed and with one strong blowing gust, The Big Bad Wolf brought the whole house down, and there he had it, his lunch for the day.

Or so he thought.

I bet you don't know this, but pigs can run pretty fast. The poor little homeless pig now ran with all the strength in his chinny chin chin and he soon arrived at his brother's house, which was made entirely out of sticks. He zipped in through the door, and slammed it shut, panting and panting.

'Oink!' cried his second brother. 'Apa jadi?'

'Got…pant pant…wolf… pant pant… outside the house!'

There was a sharp and hard knock on the door. The sticks that held the house together rattled against each other flimsily. Now the wolf said, 'Come, come, why did you run away?'

'You're going to eat me!' cried the youngest pig.
'No I'm not!' lied the wolf.
'Yes you are.'
'Am not!'
'You are!'
'Come, come, little pig, little pig. I'm just going to have lunch with your friend and you. Please let me in.'

Now BOTH the little pigs said this, 'No, no, no! By the hairs on our chinny chin chins, we will NOT let you in! Now get lost!'

'I will NOT!' cried the wolf. 'I'll just huff and puff and this whole house is going to come rattling down!'

And he did it again! He huffed, he puffed, and that flimsy little house just went down to the ground. But not before the two frightened little pigs went zipping out through the back door and running with all the strength in their chinny chin chins to the big brother's house, which was made up of BRICKS.

The second brother knocked on the door frantically. 'Let us in! Let us in!'

A stranger opened the door.

'Who are you!' cried the pigs at this shocking sight.

'I'm Suanie.'
'What do you here?'
'I see Big Bad Wolf coming, coming! Come in, what are you waiting for?'

They got in, she slammed the door shut. They turned around, Big Brother Piggy was not around. They stared at Suanie, she stared at them, and then suddenly

There was a sharp and hard knock on the door. It was the wolf, and he boomed, 'Come, come, now why did the two of you run away?'

'Oink! Oink! You were going to eat us!' cried both the pigs.

'You were?' exclaimed Suanie in shock. 'Shame on you!'

To the horror of the three two little pigs, Suanie opened the door , wide.

The Big Bad Wolf was now only a metre away, and he was salivating like a very hungry doggie.

'Shame on you, you Big Bad Wolf. How can you bully little pigs like this!' cried Suanie.

The wolf was mightily annoyed. He had to reason this out. 'I bully little pigs, because I want to eat little pigs.'

A puzzled air swept across teh suan's face, and she asked, 'But why do you want to eat little pigs?'

'Because I can.'
'And you cannot not eat little pigs?'
'No cannot.'
'Why cannot?'
'Because I'm a Big Bad Wolf.'
'So?'
'And Big Bad Wolves eat little pigs.'
'Says who?'
'Says The Great Book.'
'What Great Book?'
'The Great Book of Nature!'
'And The Great Book of Nature tells you that…'
'…that wolves are born to eat little pigs, so little pigs shall I eat.'
'And if The Great Book of Nature tells you that wolves are born to eat their dicks, your dick shall you eat?'

Suanie stared at the Big Bad Wolf like he was the stupidest person in the whole universe. Finally, the wise lady said,

'It is true that the powers of marketing and branding are strong. Yet thou shalt not unnecessarily waste your hard earned money on inferior products. Who said that The Great Book of Nature was the only book in the market? Did you? Did you? Have you tried all the other Great Books available in the market?'

The Wolf blinked once.

'No right? No right? Tiuuuuuu!' Suanie got so pissed at the Wolf's stunned silence, she showed him the finger.

The Wolf blinked thrice and thrice and thrice. Suanie calmed down. She closed her eyes, and then she spoke again:

'Hereforth, I shall spout a few chosen words from the Kalamas Sutra. Now listen carefully you silly wolf before throwing every reason you have for sinning on The Great Book of Nature.

Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it.
Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations.
Do not believe anything because it is spoken and rumored by many.
Do not believe in anything because it is written in your religious books.
Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders.
Rely not on the teacher or person, but on the teaching.
Rely not on the words of the teaching, but on the spirit of the words.
Rely not on theory, but on experience.

Faham kah?'

The Wolf blinked twice. Then he said. 'I think so. But what am I going to eat if I don't eat little pigs?'

'Thou shall not kill.'
'Then eat what?'
'Eat… apples.'
'Apples? But why apples?'
'Because they taste sweet and nice, and give you better breath. You have halitosis, by the way, and I'm doing you a favour.'
'Okay.'
'You may go.'
'Okay.'
'Don't come back again.'
'Okay.'
'Bye bye.'
'Okay.'

The Wolf walked away a converted vegetarian, no longer subscribing strictly to the theories and teachings of The Great Book of Nature. He knew now that he had the gift of being good too, and it wasn't necessary to eat little pigs, for apples were a possible option.

He was now, enlightened, thanks to Suanie.

I was going to say 'The End', but we still have two little pigs, and a missing pig to account for.

***

Suanie turned around to face the three two little pigs. The youngest pig remained quiet as his brother spoke up, 'Thank you Suanie, but pray tell us, where's our Big Brother?'

'Big Brother is not here,' said Suanie, simply.
'What happened to him?'
'He decided to go back.'
'Go back where?'
'To the Force.'
'What Force?'
'The One Great Force that resides in all of you. He went back.'
'Huh?'

Where did the little pig go? I seriously don't know. That, you need to find out, from Suanie, the one who knows.

The End. For Real.