I swear there is something dreadfully wrong with me.

I check out babes everywhere I go, be it in the office, on the streets, when I’m eating, in transit, in short, everywhere. I’ve also been known to take delicious peeps down the neckline of endowed ladies (no sahara plains please!) and stare shamelessly at nice perky butts…

And now with the onslaught of blogs and more online babes, with a glorious spread of pictorials and juicy escapades in details, I am well and truly lost..

Some of the babes I’ve checked out lately: Sassyjan, Linda Chia and Mail Order Bride.

I swear there is something dreadfully wrong with the plumbing.

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Speaking of shameless, my confession of the day:

I love to look at my reflection. In mirrors, elevator doors, window reflections, you name it. Everytime I walk pass a shop, I check out my side profile on the glass window. I admire my ass for a while, and how the line of my body curves in towards the small of my back, and then swerves out and in dangerously in a dramatic turn which could only be described as…….. the wonder known as my ass. Other times; my lips as I unconsciously pout, the other dramatic curve on the frontal plane, my gloriously straight long mane.

I even played with the idea of doing a few artistic semi-nude shots with my hands or method of posing strategically protecting my modesty…

I know, I am such a vain narcissist.

But it’s not my fault. It’s the plumbing.