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Four Women

20 responses, Aug 28, 2006

That day, while the Susu was so much indulged chomping down that pieces of Teriyaki chicken. It’s a random conversation that i eavesdropped quite in an unintentional manner from the four women at the next table, jabbering on the importance of a man’s intrinsic assets apparently.

woman 1: I tell you lar! It’s important that you get yourself a man that helps doing the housework and has a job! Financially secured!

woman 2: Ho Ho Ho! As long as the man makes me laugh, that’s what important to me.

woman 3: Diu! Better find a man that doesn’t lie to you, that’s more important!

woman 4: Aburthen? I still think it’s important that a man can loves you and pampers you KAO KAO!

And i muttered indistinctly under my breath,

“Ladies, It is more important that these four men don’t know each other.”

Oh My Gay!

14 responses, Aug 18, 2006

Note: An intermittent conversation with a long-time reader online, whereby she was telling me that she first got attached to my doddering old site on a specific old post. She claimed that it still cracks her up. I hence thought of sharing this post with you fellas. Afterall, sharing is caring?

From time to time, you will be reading some portion of the articles from my old blog site as i affirmed myself to induct some interesting old posts of mine into this new database. So be no suprise. Enjoy.

xxx

In the little closet of hushful dark confession room … breathing was distinct.

Pik Pok Pik Pok Pik …
The heart was ramming … viciously.

Vicar: Come, my son … come to the house of god, my son.

Me: Call me Captain Savage, father.

Vicar: Very well, Captain Savage … what’s your confession?

Me: I think i have narcosis.

Vicar: I can see that …

Me: Forgive me for i think i am gay, father.

Vicar: Go back and do five rossary, my child.

Me: Is that it ?

Vicar: Yes, now go … SHOO!

xxx

We are all young people, and we worry about things, it’s always the most natural and inevitable part of growing up. And blimey, my greatest anxiety lately has come to deliberation that …

Maybe I am becoming gay … ?

Yesterday, hard-on get to me when we ( that’s me and the gang) showering with 20 plus other young nude blokes after the swimming in sports centre.

Yes,

BIG SMALL BLACK PINK WHITE CIRCUMSIZED NATURAL STANDARD MEDIUM LARGE 10 inches that scare you to death as if your pee would just sucked right back into your urinals.

Mother Poppins ….

T-W-E-N-T-Y …

DUA PULUH PELIR BESAR !!!

I dare not watched anymore for this irrational fear lurched that they might just whack me in the face with that HUGE dick …twenty of them.

PIK PIAK PIK PIAK KAPAK PAK !!!!

I nearly soffucated. But then, keeping in mind that most guys have a “penis curiosity” and may glance around a little bit in the boys’ room.

Then, on second thought … my presumption convinces that should it be somehow the late bloomers and early bloomers alike. After all, how would one know if he was “late” or “early” without checking the competition! Right ?

Wait a minute ? I am 23 now. Is the statement still applicable to a 23 anyway? Hmmm …

Frankly scene like this doesnt make me homo, of course. It’s purely non signifier of homosexuality. Many people get excited at sexuality itself, which is male or female independent. That is, some “get off” on sex itself, not necessarily by whom they’re watching or thinking about.

So … what’s the conclusion?

Errrrr … I actually don’t know.

What says you?

Ghostly Loves

31 responses, Aug 08, 2006

Surreal conversations with dad over the phone are deviant. Especially when daddy had has this quirks of calling me every freaking day !!! (Mind you … I’m not complaining)

The night before yesterday’s yesterday’s yesterday

Dad: Boy ar, remember … Dont walk close along the wall!
Me: Why?
Dad: ‘Cause those *thing* walk float drift fly along the wall!
Me: Like rats?
Dad: Exactly *snaps*

And the night before yesterday’s yesterday …

Dad: Boy ar … remember … Dont look up when going down the stair case!
Me: Why?
Dad: Cause those *thing* hide under the stair case!
Me: Like sparrows?
Dad: Exactly! *snaps*
And! The night before yesterday …

Dad: Boy ar … remember … Dont ever whistle in the night!
Me: And why is that?
Dad: ‘Cause those *thing* …!
Me: Daaaaaaaad !!!
Dad: What !?!?
Me: Love you … dad …
Dad: ………

There was a long pause of silence over the phone, then i heard dad spoke to grandma behind him.

Dad: Ma … your grandson dah dirasuk hantu!

WHAT … THE … HELL … !!!

Notes to all my readers: Just be safe on this “festive” season, alright? Take care!

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