A Public service announcement follows...

I was speaking to supercool guy and we were having our bi monthly skype talk. we talk shit, trash people trade new abuse words etc etc. somewhere along the line he suggested to me that the best three words in english language are "i don't care". and i suddenly begun to see the marvel that is this combination of abcd's !!

Let me provide an example to you puppies.

She : you're not wearing pants ?

inexile : i don't care

She : is that your ex girlfriend ?

inexile : i don't care

She : i didn't cum

inexile : i don't care

She : but you have a girlfriend

inexile : i don't care

and the best use of this EVER is

She : i have a boyfriend...

inexile : i don't care

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This is more likely to get your girlfriend, dream girl , wet fantasy to pay

attention to you than if you just tell her that you love her or how pretty

she is or how sweet it is to be with her !! Most (99%) women will play

bitch games with you. throw their shit back at them

but this doesn't ever mean that ...

She : My dog died

inexile : i don't care !!!

NO NEVER...don't be a prick just be an asshole.... Good luck ye wankers !

i just saw one of the worst films ever ! ghosts of girlfriends!! WTF !! why does hollywood have to feminize and cuntisise every real character. why do they create such characters in the first place ? conner mead the hero is a womanizer, who has been taught game by his uncle since he was little. over the course the horrible fucking count of other characters which are in the story dehumanize him to a wimp. i was puking inwards.

My problem with mass media depiction of pussy boys is that other pussy boys think that's how it's supposed to happen. That they have to pursue (yuck) women and listen to "how am i supposed to live without you" and cry and beg their way through. that love is the fucking answer to it all and matches are made in heaven.

no there is no love except what you feel for your mother your father your kids maybe your sibling. you love your wife and she goes blows a man how much love is there ? it's all bullshit… all that is their is illusion !! 99% are in love with the idea of a girlfriend or boyfriend. or it;s comfort relationships. we have a girlfriend or a boyfriend coz ... Just !!

We need MEN not pussy whipped boys. this shit makes me so angry… if tere's something i hate more than power hungry bitch cunt feminists is pussy whipped boy. they bring misery to themselves. it's their fault that girls dump them and no one gives a shit about them. motherfuckers.

oh and to people who will read this and make judgements and call me woman hater !! go fuck your mothers … oh and jennifer garner is so fucking ugly !

and then they all jumped into a tub full of tobasco ..

I love the response to the last blog post. I laid a trap for potential visitors. Announced it out loud and put a sign saying "Trap here" and they all fell into it and burned a few mg's of their blood venting on my comments page. awwww

Few of them are regular bashers and cunts du jour (i say this with utmost affection ), but the one i liked the most was Douche muffin. Douche Fucking muffin. Yes he's a boy who calls himself Muffin. Douche Muffin. let me paint a picture of him. Definately not a gym boy (evening new age yoga classes with his "girl-pals", yes), definately wears glasses those metrosexual-herb kinds. is well versed with his emotional/sensitive sides crap. has no girl or super ugly girl or has a girl just so no one calls him out of his gay closet. These are the boys who get bahsed by the Men of the society and find solace in the unsexually charged platonic relationships with women. Oh yeah and they shop a lot and can color coordinate your curtains. Everyone please send a dildo to douche bag cunt muffin on his bud-day !!

his interests are ethenic cleansing !!! maybe if he cleansed all the real men he would get some pussy (assuming hes just fashionably bi) ?? or some respect ??? or feel less threatened ??

Many times i meet a lot of people who go at great lengths to find rare music/rare films / rare books so they can talk about them at social events or parties ! they will go through the said content and argue for and against it or with it till death as they adjust their black rimmed glasses. now i want to know whay is Michael Jackson not there in his favorite music or beatles. There possibly can't be someone who listens to popular music who doesn;t like michael jackson or beatles. One out of these two is a necessity. Why do we have to go write these unknown shites ??

now that;s not to say all people who listen to un-mainstream music are cunts. Lostlittlegirl who commented on my last post is a example. she listens to weird shit coz it makes her pussy flutter and fills her heart with joy and not coz she has to talk about it at parties. but it guys like cunt muffin that make my inner bozo thump. Ok anyhow i am going to address douche cunt;s comment now.

he says You should take your generic rock pedaling ass and get yourself an education in irony.

"pedaling Ass" Doesn;t say that all ? guy is not getting any cock and has reached a stage where internet gay porn doesn;t get his balls filled with cum. he goes on to puke further all over my comments page

Your inane, grammatically confused blather was amusing in a 'this shit is so bad, it's good' way, but this, your misogyny masquerading as catharsis, plunges new depths of vacuous, male bravado posturing, you fucking throwback to the 1970s rockstar cliche.

Obviously my True to myself Piss in the wind speak my mind writing caused his cock to fizz but being a good gay boy whose spend days and days platonically watching women talk about boys as they ask him to hold the eye pencil for them he has learned midgames,he will play to get his man.

I don;t know the meaning of misogny, catharsis or vacuous so i ignored that line. someone care to translate ?? he calls me a throwback to rockstar cliche. I took that as a compliment. Albeit from a queer frustrated metrosexual warming up his parents sofa with his cock demanding ass. I look forward to meeting such people who bring such joy and laughter to your life just by being them. So much so i even forgot about what the fuck was i planning to write.

anyhow the real answer

It's MY BLOG. I'll write whatever the fuck i want. The people who come here who know me know the fact behind
these stories and they know what my sentiments are about women and such. Every person has their own reality.
Just coz what happens in theirs is not congruent with yours doesn;t mean it's all "gas" or "bullshit"
or "fantasy". I know i am leading a good life when i gate hated upon. thank you all bazz-urds.

See you faster than a caster !!

i love all you girls who are true to your own identity and not following fads...

Everyone i seem to meet seems to have a dealer. not the kinds in psuedo black tux uttering "the dealer has 21" but the kinds who meet you at designated traffic lights to pass 'stuff'. or maybe that was some years ago when this film writer i know used to score coke. point in case.

i am fucking this bollywood-lover-punk rock-jane austen rocks chick in delhi. sweet yet brutal, timid and horny with tits that kill. after i shoot a few rounds of my godly sprinkly cum in her mouth she has this utter thirst for charas. What does she do ? pick up phone, call the dealer. home delivery system. 2 T's on the way. but the best part when she calls her dealer, she starts the call with "salaam bhai jaan". WTF. if a stranger to the situation just walked he would've thought she was talking to a long time no see friend. Brilliant.

I also ended up going to the valley of parvati. Now i think there they put you in jail if you DONT carry charas around. There were dealers who sold us stuff like it was achaar. couple spliff's we dont like it then we give it back. no hard feelings. My friend must've smoked 1T just testing diffrent maal from diffrent people. quite an experience which i secretly and coyly manage to record on the phone's audio recorder. surreal some of their stories.

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I am still with portugese girl. everyday she loves me more and more. and i like her a bit more than before especially now that i am fucking around and don't feel claustrophobed into the relationship(yuk) corner. She is very scared that i might be cheating but what she fails to realise is that the more i fuck around the stronger my bond will be to her. she's too sweet and innocent to realise this. she is without a doubt the best girlfriend i ever had, not one find i still find in her except that she is a bit too loving sometimes. and the worst part is i want to fuck this hot friend of hers. if everything goes to plan this should be accomplished very soon without ragazza portugesa coming to know of anything. female friendships are disposable anyways. i know (and admire) boys who have fucked sisters so.

To a lot of socially conditioned persons especially those things with tits we call women this will sound offensive coz obviously they fail to realise how much i love women and respect them. definately way more than the boys who pretend to be "friends" with girls only to call her a slut when the boy gang sits at the coffee shop checking out girls and gossiping(yes boys gossip). and the boys who will play the harmless friend and go home and shag all over the facebook pictures of their "platonic female friends".

it's simple i wanna (respectfully( fuck you and make sure we both have the best time and if it clicks we can be friends. i will keep my mouth shut and hope you do too also. i won't tell boys i fucked you to show off and will keep it our little secret (which makes it sweet). if you don't wanna fuck me then i'll move on and not obsess over/send desperate mails/ shag over your pics. inspite of all this i know enough women who will try trashing me to confetti just by reading what i wrote. in fact for these women i'll throw in an extra bone.

ok

ready ?

"All women are whores"... i hope somebody gets pissed at least ...

the indian breakup saaga..

to laze is to not write a blog. For a while now i've known this girl. lovely girl with curves in the right places and a face to be cummed upon a thousand times. so this girl happily martyred in a 8 year old relationship with a boy boring than burmese art films but perfect to be the main lead in any Rajshri productions film. Boy is a family man, all his facebook status msgs are about the girl, lets call her angelwhore and him joker. While joker has obviously no idea how a girl's pussy is wired to her mind/emotions. he devotes life and facebook to his angelwhore. tells the whole world 9 times a day on his page how much he loves her. 

His whole family is also involved. his family loves her and adores her and sees her as a potential wife for him. they decided they will get them married this december. they are so much in love and even the little kids of the family adore her. So angelwhore used to come to  my shows quite regularly, coz one of my band members is related to the joker. it was very obvious to me that her pussy skipped a beat for me and she always paid that extra little attention to me. but Bro's before Ho's. As much as i wanted to spank her ass and make her call me 'daddy' i couldnt. she was with joker boy.

one day she wakes up , calls joker boy and tells him its over and now starts the indian breakup saga. 

Step 1 : he asks what he has done wrong. he starts with sms, getting no reply he calls when calls are not being picked up he writes long email. then he apologies for whatever he has done tho he doesn't know what/why. she is polite to him in a social way but it's over.

step 2: he reminds her of old times to which she obviously has no attachement. it fails miserably, his heart sinks lower.

step3: he sends gifts. The joker sends food/cake/flowers for her co-workers. how will that get her back to him ??

step4: joker takes his sister's advice and stops calling her or taking her call. coz as his sister said "if you stop paying attention to her she will come back to you". so the next time he calls angelwhore, she busts on him for not taking her call sinking his heart further into his knees.

step 5 : joker makes family member call angelwhore and tell her how they were driving somewhere and a song came on the radio and joker had tears in his eyes. angelwhore obviously can't answer back as she has a new guy's cock stuffed in her mouth.

step 6 : joker makes family member call angelwhore and tell her how she has taken it hard and is not keeping well at all. how will this make her come back i dont understand. i mean maybe she'll just pity him. the next thing is the news sent to her that he's in the hospital.

step 7 : since she won;t take his calls or reply to text. he takes to facebook. he msgs her and scraps her while she politely replies to them. obviously not giving a shit.

step 8 : he listens to sad songs all this while and remains sad for two years, when he finds another girl and the same old cycle will begin..

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Now this girl angelwhore all this while has been seeing another guy whose the same kind of loser except that he is better looking... If only joker had ignored her when she wanted to breakup and to move on over just gone out and fucked ten other girls it would have been so much diffrent. Her pussy would've fluttered and she would've felt a bitch slap when she would've seen him flirt and makeout with another girl. 

if only he had run game on other girls and not ran so much after the angelwhore. but anyhow.since the rule of bro's before ho's doesn't apply anymore, i am going to go game angelwhore and get her in bed... she seems like such an angel to everyone and i can;t wait to get the whore in her out.. "whose your daddy ??"

i was choked by the breasts of a persian woman with fake tits..

Still with portugese girl ! she's still cute, hot, loving caring .. etc. i still adore her lil bit.

SO one of the reasons why i am so fond of her and think of her a bit highly from others (altho she posseses no skill or craft or intelligence which makes her so distinguishable) is that she didn't put out on day 1. i like the fact that gently and non-rudely she shielded her pussy.

coz the way it works is that when so many girls open their legs so quickly and so widely , my default opinion of any girl i meet is "horny slut/whore/bitchy until' she proves it otherwise to me". It's tough for me to respect them till they give me a reason to. This also means that sex is no longer an act of love.  Sex is.. to fuck . She cums , she cums again, hot bodies sweat, my jizz her face.. all this but not an act of love or some shit. It's relieving of sexual energy build in my balls. this also has absolutely stopped me from getting close to any girls (apart from physically).

this also means that i have an even shorter temper and decreased patience to work things out when somethin goes wrong. Because i know i can go out and meet other women and pump (and subsequently Dump them). Unless they want to be beer buddies.

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i sometimes really wonder how guys with no game survive in relationships. Coz even tho you're in a relationship, girls never stop testing you. Well what i have seen though, is that in a family oriented country like india... girls are rather forgiving/accommodating and would maybe have a comfortable, man - friday as a boyfriend simply coz they require a sense of belonging..and the sheer necessity of being in a relationship too.. ah fuck it why am i wasting time over loser boy lives !!..

and i thot we would never get along..

every-time i start a post i start with "so much has been happening". this post is no diffrent. lot has happened in the past few weeks. so much exciting stuff so many new people new songs. but me hooking up with Portuguese girl really stands out of all of em. i have actually been seeing a girl for the last 3 weeks. 3 weeks one girl only, not fucked around with anyone else. who would've thot ?

I have tried so hard to scout for them but , In her not one ounce of bitchiness, meanness or anything evil. her sheer genuine kindness and innocence attracted me. not one thing i can find in her which can give me a reason to walk out. and on top of that she's a wild cat in bed, smiles like an evenstar, good sense of fashion, pretty face and kisses like the kiss of death, cooks food, helps me with shopping, gets along with my pals, visits me in the studio with red bulls when i have a long session, never gets jealous when i talk about other girls or exe's, genuinely asks me questions when i tell her stories or about other people she hasn't met, is loved by old, young, family , friends, neighbours, dogs cats etc. has no mental fuckups or emotional hangups and plays the piano like fuck and sings oh la la !!

there's just one problem ... she is madly in love with me...!.. and i am afraid i might get bored of it very quick ...

i had to type this in one go before i forgot her soft tender lips...

So these have been exciting few weeks. my game went up a whole full notch. Playing this show, great show, kickass crowd. while playing i glance, next to stage left MILF in short dress long hair pretty face dancing. My dick said Hi !! and i notice that she is standing next to this guy i know ! Mental Note : talk to him after the show.

Show ends. Regular hob nob-in. First i see Forbidden Girl. Now she is forbidden coz she is my very close friend's to be sister in law. the girl has the hots for me, has expressed them non verbally but again Bros Before ho's. so anyhow with a sweet wave of hand and a twinkle of her eye she takes my leave. My heart breaks. if only she wasn;t forbidden the things i'd do to that neck of hers. No problem. Inexile moves on and the guy next to the milf, lets call him jackichan comes to me. Since MILF has been eyeing me all night i figured she has asked him to introduce her to me. After making him wait for ten minutes i go with him. We go there he introduces me to MILF and a second girl. It's too loud inside and i won't be able to spit game so i make them come outside to smoke (first time the smoking ban helped me in any way). We go out I am standing laid back on the rails jackie chan is on my left and MILF is not in my radar. Why ?? coz when we came out i saw the second girl. she wore a red chequered-girlyish cap a red top of some parisian sorts and a black slit skirt. I looked at her she looked at me i stared into her eyes she smiled and looked away. i was in love.

Right then jackie chan introduces me to his girlfriend. Yes the second girl. We will call her Dearest. So anyhow i can;t spit game jackiechan is a US marine. he will beat the shit out of me. but dearest and me are eye flirting. She touches my arm hair and tells me she doesn't like men who have any hair on their arms. Jackie chan proudly displays his on her command. He thinks he's being yo cool while obviously ignorant to all the eye flirting going on .

i always say eye flirting a science and i am proved right when jacki chan has no clue wats goin on and invites me back to his girlfriend's place fr drinking and shit. i look at her she is smiling. i realise GAME ON. she is green light. ok so i make them wait 20 mins before i grab my stuf say bye to my friends tell my guitar player (who was hokking up with another hot cutie) he is on my SOS dial in case shit happens. I get in her car. she is the designated driver. She tries to chat me in the car i ignore everything and talk to the boring boring jackie chan.

Car stereo plays seal's "prayer for the dying" . she wins my heart. we are eye flirting in the rear view mirror as i am sitting diagonal to her. Logistics are so important in flirting. I make her look away everytime our eyes locked. (very important this boys). so we reach her super sexy house. wtf she is an artist. amazing painter. + 10 points

As soon as we settle she starts making huge pegs for the boyfriend who in his manly haze starts drinking them all. When a girl wants something she will eliminate obstacles. I manage to get the MILF drunk in the meantime. so its me dearest and jackichan. Jackichan is hazy and dearest starts asking me questions all of which i avoid. Dearest is curious beyond anything. She is pouring me beer, offering cigarettes and wants me to sing aloud every time i hum. in the meantime i manage to figure out her life. 30 (tho i thot she was 24) divorced. Half British half Indian. In her house clothes she looks prettier than fancy clothes. I am falling in lust. we are sitting silent for about 10 minutes smoking and drinking.

and then in the dead quite of the night on a stralit night surrounded by greenery and 2 silent dogs she starts singing. " ajeeb dastan hai yeh...". pitch perfect. i am falling further in lust. At the sound of the foreign language the boyfriend wakes up. He demands English. we continue to speak in hindi and she's throwing in bits of punjabi. Oh so cute. i wanna throw her against a wall and bite her neck. jackichan is getting pissed. "There's more than language going on here". she tells him that old hindi songs can;t be translated. i in the meantime keep making her sing more songs. all situational romantic songs. she is smiling. she is flirting. the boyfriend is getting pissed.

somehow the talk turns to casablanca. She says she hates the film. i say bullshit (coz i know she hates it just coz she can;t have that romance). i tell the boyfriend she is bullshitting. he asks her why she doesn't answer he asks her 10 more times. she blows up. you know that moment the girl gets irritated on her boyfriend coz there's someone else much better. He starts begging for forgiveness. At that moment i start singing " you must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss..." she looks at me with doggy eyes and smiles and starts singing. The boyfriend is pissed beyond fuck. she is ignoring him and singing. she finishes the song and i finish the cigarette.

she looks at the sulking jackiechan turns to me and in a very flirty "i wish my boyfriend wasn't here" way says "you're such an asshole". I say "that's why you like me so much". Her pussy beats two beats instead of one and i know she wants me. right this moment Jackiechan gets up and punches me in the stomach. It hurt oh it hurt. She flips out throws him down. and slaps him. i won. i excuse myself go to the loo take a piss. when i come back they have patched up or so jackiechan thinks. He just lost her. Well don;t get a superhot girlfriend if you can't be man enough and fend of other men. I want her and that's all i know. she can see the lusty passion in my eyes and there's nothing jackie chan can do to avoid that.

I decided to depart she offers to drop me to a cab. Jackiechan hears this and tags along. I purposely forget my cigarettes and once outside the house tell him to go get it (while i get her phone number). By the time she reversed and i sat in the car that guy ran a fuckingsprint and i swear he went to and fro in like 7 seconds. Insecurity to max. SO after this amazing night with this gorgeous lovely lady i couldn;t get herfucking phone number. I don't know how to get to her. i search facebook, myspace she is nowhere.

sigh. i am so heartbroken. If it wasn;t for the hugetits milf hotness i met last week or my other fuck buddies i would be a miserable romeo.

Since that day jackiechan has messaged me to apologise for his behaviour (which obviously she made him do). then i reply with how i loved his girlfriend's art and then today i get a message from him (which obviusly she made him send) which has her email address in case i want to buy her paints. i reply with a list of all the upcoming shows where i'll play coz i know that although she might next to him cuddling in their bed she is reading these mesages. this goes on for a few messages and i can figure out that she is dictating them to him. It was beautiful howpoor jackiechan never realised and so many messages were exchanged. I love it. I love a woman who can be as conceited as she is. Now i don't give a shit about relationships, i just want her in a blinded by lust society and all the rules. I can see her already running around naked in my house painting pictures. She is totally eligible to be the no 1 pick on my rotation. i lust her that much. Phew. In a world full of carbon copy girls whi issues galore it's so refreshing to meet one such twinky.

where's the ahstray ?

there are girls i know who think having sex while drunk doesn't count and girls who think making out with someone else is cheating. so big tits Shitness calls me on valentine's day, i obviously in the spirit of detesting and not wanting to run into diabatically romantic couples (tho only for a day) was parked indoors (besides too much red around town, valentine's day is the new new years eve). she calls and is so depressed calls me over to talk. Right !

Pickup booze (for me, she has a wine celler at home), 2 packs of marlboro's, condoms and done i am there. Bigtits shitness has a way with hugs, she opens her door and throws a hug at me. First thought, thank god she's not wearing her shitty coconut shampoo. Then she goes on to talk for what seemed like till 2029 but was actually just 20 mins. The summary : she screamed at her boss so she will loose high profile big money job at mcfuckall inc, and secondly that her boyfriend isnt man enough to handle her and can;t lead her and doesn't turn her on and blah blah blah.

so i ask her how she came to such conclusions about her man and how she should give him one last chance , so she explained. Many months ago she had made out with me in some club for like 1 hour. it was like , make out make out drink beer drink beer make out slurrrp sip sip. so she went and told her boyfriend that she had cheated on him. and he did nothing about it. He merely accepted her back as if nothing had happenned. so she is complaining that he didn;t dump her or went out and fucked someone else himself. Right !!! if any of you nice boy cunts are reading this mark this as a fucking epiphany.

instead he takes her on a valentimne's date, buys her flowers dinner drinks. they go to his house she drinks his expensive wine , gives him a peck on the cheek while he fills her glass and tries to sleep with her. in the end she comes home calls a jackass like me to fuck her over. i love how women think.

so anyways, she is a hot girl i have a dick. Bang. Take her, see wall, throw her on wall, kiss, kiss over, strip clothes kiss etc etc etc. some half hour forty mins down the line my fingers (by autopilot of course) find their way to her pussy. i give her the bird, my fav finger to fingerbang, nice wet pussy but she goes "you're hurting me". Ok no problem index finger. "you're hurting me" WTF. Ring finger and again. hurting her ? wtf are you a fucking squirrel pussy. then i resort to something i have never ever done to a girl. Fingerbang her with the pinky finger. and still it hurts. and then it strikes me ...

"are you a virgin ?" i ask and Bingo She is !! WTF now i never fuck virgins. After a few bad bad experiences i have resolved never to fuck virgins. besides i don't really qualify as the ideal guy to take someone's virginity away (esp if they cherished it so much). So then she starts telling me how this felt right and unlike anytime else and how she wants to so do it blah blah. which also proves a point that once a woman wants to fuck or wants to love a man she will find ways to convince you and/or herself. And mind you this time i am horny as fuck my dick could pierce through walls, sheets of metal, Area 51 anything. But rules are rules.

You know these are the times for which god made blowjob. it struck me like a bolt of lightening. But still it breaks my heart to carefully lead a woman till this stage and not complete the job once the moment's ripe, it also astonished me to see a 26 year old grown up virgin woman. eventful night nonetheless. A great blowjob ? not really.

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If a very close friend of yours is having an extra marital affair with a very hot girl who hits on you consistently .. what do the rules say about sleeping with her ?

99 in the shade...

so i have been reading blogs this morning. a few things i noticed. People who have other links open up in a pop window - i consider bitches. I just find it very selfish. Most indian women bloggers really reallly suck. Their sense of entitlement is ozone-ish. and it's quite apparent their pussy's are cock dry (or full of worthless cock). i have a lot of friends who blog and bloggers who are my friends all around the world. if some of them stopped writing i would be very sad and the reason i like them is coz they talk real, don't use outlandish words to start post and aren't always super introspective as if in a woody allen film. WTF. but to each their own.

Sometimes there's so much that happen's that i think i'll blog about it tomm and tomm and tomm and whooosh two weeks gone and now i don't know what to blog about. but yeah i hate the whole idea of men goin back to their ex's and esp going back to ex's for sex (unless of course it's a mutually consentric fuck buddy situation). There are so many girls in the world ...why the ex ?? argghh ! well i was one of them once... sigh !

I hate Couples who coochie-coo on facebook. why can;t they just call or if you have to exhibit your lvoe to public then make out in front of everyone. The girl updates the status twice a date gets 9 comments 5 are from the boyfriend who obviously is marking terriroty. On facebook ??? fuck you... and the worst comes when they start cracking private jokes which no one else will get. urghhhh

My second most hated are the people who update their indirect emotional issues as statuses on facebook. like one i read yest... XXX is sad that some people will do things behind her back tho she knows what it is .." WAT THE FUCK. Just call them and confront them why would you want to tell the whole fucking world about it ??? Common sense was given to us all free of cost. Just that in your case it's buried deep under your ego and your false sense of inner reality.

There Anger relsea accomplished.

Superhottits called me and i don;t recall how but the conversation drifted towards she asking me if i was sad or she asking me if i was not happy .... and i realise Shit !! i am so fucking happy all the time for so long now. You couldn;t make me unhappy if you tried. i didnt win no lottery and i ain't sleeping with tera patrick but it's just inner happiness. everyday is a fucking sunday as i told someone the other day.
And to think i used to be so miserable and angry and bitter and what not not more than a year ago. YAY ! sorroundign yourself with uber motivating successful ambitious people also helps.

This is also scary a bit. I don't miss anyone. My best frend moved cities recently and she told me she misses me and i couldn;t say the same back to her. I am so fucking content with myself that i don;t need anyone else. i even have lunch and dinner alone. It tastes better than ever when you just focus on eating and not else shit. Even while socialising i am so fucking aware of myself and my inner state. Slowly i am relaising this. Social situations which used to make me nervy earlier don't get me. for crying out... i used to hate eating alone in a crowded trendy restaraunt. So many issues i had with so many people in my head.

Another thing is people i know from many years refuse to accept it. Coz in their reality people can;t change unless for the worse.. ha ha dear lord. So they still see me as the asshole. if i say "nice shoes" they think i am gonna make jokes about it. if i point out their behaviour pattern they snarl back. unlike yesteryears i don;t fuck off and walk away ... i give then time if they value me enough they will make attempts to be back if not then they were not meant to be my friends in the first place.

I recently did a house record. can you fuckin believe it ? Mr.hell bent for leather doing progressive house. turns out i am quite good at it. who would've fuckin thot eh ? here's a secret i am actually practicing mixing live in the studio. ha ha the live fuckin Dj ... not the ones who just 'play' the music and you wouldn;t believe if i told you ho wmany 'big' names do just that. i am so excited by the events the projects the life that i lead. it's just one of these days. I am out here in the world to amuse myself and i am fucking loving it.

Oh and yeah i got the best blow job of 2009 yesterday !

meet me in the ladies room ...

if there's any rare routine that i love, it's the day of the rock show routine. i was taking a shit on a recent show-day and i went back ten years when i was a kid and played guitar in school bands, a show day was full of nervousness etc. and here i am today not even thinkin about it. but showdays rock. There are very serious Thoughts that go on in my head on showdays;have to make sure there's unlimited beer after the show;do i feel like getting pussy ?; gtr check, wireless check, setlist check , leather pants check..

i love hangin out at the venue especially if it's green and late afternoonish and i absolutely absolutely love doing the soundcheck wearing sunglasses making the " don't mess with me" rockstar face. No matter how many times i do it, i can't supress my urge to show off to those 10-15 people that will always turn up for soundchecks. It's for these guys that i go up on the mic and tell the engineer to "throw more guitars on my monitor and reduce the vox". Like many unwritten rules in the "how to be a cool band" book, the rule of never let your audience catch glimpse of you between soundcheck and stage time. so that's the time to smoke around, joke around, makeout, have a drink (but never food) and get dressed.

There's always this 1 cent of nervousness no matter where you play but it goes away usually within ten seconds of show takeoff. like any other rock n roller i love a good audience especially lotsa cute girls in the front rows for me to wink at and make phone dial signals at. Which reminds me, goodygoodgirl who became a friend from being a fan and a friend i thot she was insists on flirting with me in front of her boy who she brings to every show. now it wouldn;t be much of a problem for me (tho she is supercute i dont wanna bang her) except it turns out that her boy is the brother of a very close friend of mine. Crap ! so everytime i see them i spent my talk pushing his image up in her eyes. If this isn;t charity what is ???

speaking of girls, now more than 3 other people around me have confirmed that woweyesmilf wants me. what i am not able to understand is, why am i not fucking her ? i mean she is reasonably hot and i love her eyes. but for some reason i don't even make as much an effort to even say hi to her. This is what happens when you get out of your head and are supremely conected to your inner core. your head tries fucking with you to regain power. anyhow it should be a interesting blog post the day i fuck her. Except i would have to deal with her emo issues and besides she is married. Is it worth all the trouble. no fuckin ways. Plenty of pretty girls in the world.

It's incredible there have been times i have felt (with diff girls at various points of time) that they were maybe the only right one (and i told them i loved them. i meant it sincierly at that time but now i realise it didn;t mean shit.). now coming from a mentality where i believe in exploring an echo system where there's abundance of pretty smart intelligent interesting girls, why the fuck would i want to dwell upon a random single girl if she shows warning signs ? many of my friends fail to understand that. now i don't get every girl i want, not all fo them can like me, but just coz a customer likes chinese food and you have a italian restaraunt doesn;t mean you will change the menu now will you ?

I have been on this reality shattering, self actualisation process of freedom of the self from

the ego and the mind. there are so many thoughts to pen down. any how the point of the post is that i love rock shows, i loev the fact that there are so many eligible girls around and i am fucking glad of being myself (the myself in the last 6 months) HEE HAWW !

she used to be an anal virgin...

boy at party flirts with supertitshotness.

STH (supertitshotness) : oh btw i am here with my boyfriend

boy : cool ! where is he, let's go meet him..

Boy goes back-pats boyfriend hard and says "what's goin on man". boyfriend is chatting to not-hot friend of STH, boy flirts with Not-hot which make STH more aroused.

boy : your Boyfriend is a REALLY nice guy !

STH : (sigh) i know !

Boy fucks STH. STH's boyfriend comes to know later. STH on the phone to her boyfriend

STH : He meant nothing to me !

what she really meant was "He was better than you at getting me wet, and I just rewarded him with my pussy…but now i will come back to you and since you committed to me i will make you invest in me even more..."

In this "open minded" Age of cheating and " promiscuous girls"..

I say, I am happy when a woman comes, and leaves after I come.

Any man who denis this is a liar !

Roosh depicted it so well..

And in very rare cases when the perfect girl comes along...

morning deja vu !

it felt like getting outta bed on a cold winter morning, pulling the drapes and outside it's all foggy and misty. have just dessert for breakfast and creamy coffee. she had both her hands wrapped around the coffee mug. love morning conversations and cigerettes that follow. she told me about the thing with the place at that time significant in history. i tell her how i want her to be my backstage dixie; for me to smile at. the last spoon fell on the china, i thot it was a c#. when her body i held close,those firm breasts conspired with her arms to provide warmth i couldn't find in the bed in which we there-after spooned all afternoon long !

scooters

i know a guy lets call him IB for inv banker. IB wanted to game around and get pussy, one day IB and me sat in my living room and he voiced this concern of his. Knowing he's a logical guy i recited the math to him. More you meet mroe the chances of you getting lotsa pussy. IB voiced his lack of confidence, i made him do some secret FBI classified shit which made him feel great. and hold your breath, who would've thought in their "wank carmen electra from ten years ago" dreams, he actually satrted going to clubs regularly and went out with two chicks (who i later found out were from his office,yikes !).

Back to now. He just got married to a girl selected by his parents coz his family needed a joyous occasion like this to feel an enlightened sense of happiness (read: i cant get pussy). I have always realised that 99% people walk around in a hazey daze. and now i pondered over what is called a successful life if you are in such a daze ?

• you pass outta school/college with flying colors
• don't get into trouble
• dont do drugs/alchohol
• don't shoot panda's/litter your town,
• get a good job/fat salary
• get married (shudder !!)
• spread your seed/make babies
• provide for your wife and babies
• grow kids/ make them into "model" citizens
• be cliche / Fit in the crowd
• accumulate money, houses/cars/goods
• celebrate a few days (b'days, festivals) with frends family
• be nice to everyone (contrary to 'be real')
• retire with shitloads of money at 60 and enjoy life (wtf)

So wtf ? you start enjoying life when you are 60 +. isn't it unfair is all i ask ?

No matter WTF happens. 60 will never be the new 20.