Thursday, April 27, 2006

Part 2

This post is R-rated. I mean it.


I laid on the bed covered under the blanket. The room was dark and the window was not closed entirely, leaving the coldness of the wind penetrating into my skin. There were loud music and conversations going on outside the room. Even though I could still feel the effects of the alcohol in my body, my mind was suddenly very clear. It felt strange to be naked, with so many people in the house.

"What is going to happen to our friendship? What is S going to say? Am I gonna tell him?"

I thought for a while.

"No, I'm not gonna let this happen."

I searched for my pullover and sweat pants which were scattered all over the carpeted floor. After I put them on, i laid back on the bed and once again covered myself with the blanket. It was seven degrees outside.

The door opened and I saw two persons coming into the room. Or rather, I saw one person dragging another one into the room. I couldn't see their faces clearly, but I could make out who they were. The person being dragged was E, and I could sense that he was very reluctant to do this.

..... "I'll get E to join in." .....

Meanwhile, M was trying to convince him. She was trying hard. I could see her trying to undo his buttons as E struggled. And she kept mumbling something into his ears.

E and I had been friends for quite a while. We spent a lot of time together playing mahjong, clubbing and skipping lectures and so on. He was not ready to ruin our friendship with this. Neither was I.

I pretended to be falling asleep as I rolled over to the side of the bed. Then I said "erm ... you guys can use my bed if you want." I didn't know what I was thinking.

After M's failed attempts to strip E, I suddenly stood up and walked towards the door. It was getting very uncomfortable to be there. It was even more uncomfortable when I realised that M had gotten naked. Again.

I opened the door and went into the bathroom to wash my face with the cold water. I stood in front of the basin and tried to recall what happened earlier.

I couldn't recall how many bottles of hard liquor were being consumed. Neither could I remember the cans of beer that went into the trash. All I remembered was a lot of alcohol. There were about thirty of us in the living room as we played stupid drinking games which made some of us even more drunk than ever.

As usual, M got really physical with me. She would always get physical whenever she got drunk. I don't know why. I guess she (and I) had always been curious what it was like being with the same gender. Then I remembered being led into my room by M.

The kiss was passionate. She went on to neck me before removing my pullover. With the light coming in through the window, I could see her pull her sweater over her head, exposing her petite bosoms. They were not much to grab but she sure had a lot of fun playing with mine. It definitely took me by surprise when she pulled down my pants with my underwear in it. I was too intoxicated to resist yet part of me wanted to know what it was like.

I saw her head moving from my chest to the tummy. Then she went down on me. I can't deny that it was pleasurable and she knew what she was doing.

After a while, she crawled back up and whispered into my ear.

"How was it?"

I let out a laugh. I didn't know how to answer.

We went on kissing and as my hand got into her pants. She moaned softly. Yet strangely, I wasn't getting really turned on. I was more fascinated by what I was doing. So many times, I had this done to by S and it was most pleasurable. Naturally, I was hoping to apply the same kind of pleasure on M.

However, I soon got tired of it and I just stopped completely. I laid on the bed, naked and silent. M nudged me, asking if anything was wrong. Once again, I didn't know what to say.

"Nothing. I'm just bored."

I guess there wasn't the most appropriate thing to say. I mean, this girl just went down me! If I'm a guy, I'll never get laid again. But this remark of mine spurred M to invite a third party to join in.

"I'll get E to join in."

Certainly that wasn't the smartest thing to do. Which is why, up till now, I am still glad that I did not go ahead with that idea. And I am even more glad that E, in respect of the friendship that we had, wasn't keen to participate in what I can only describe as a impulsive act under the influence of alcohol.


Now, I would like to state for the record that I am not a lesbian. Curiosity about the same gender is something that exists in many women. It's a matter of whether you choose to satisfy this curiosity.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

My Apologies

Sorry guys, I have been too busy to update Part 2. I will try to do so when I can stop worrying about other things.

Meanwhile, entertain yourself with this new blog :

As Kenny put it, " .... brokeback blogging ..... not for the faint-hearted."

I'm introducing you this blog not becos I want you straight guys to go there and get freaked out, or leave anti-gay comments there. But I just thought that (apart from proving the theory that gays are usually good-looking) their "love" is still very child-like, thus very innocent and pure. Just like puppy love.

And I think puppy love is one of the most wonderful feeling of all times. I really miss feeling that way.

Disclaimer: Adrenaline shall not bear any responsibility whatsoever if any of you decide to turn gay after this.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

This is Part One

I sat down in front of my PC and I wanna blog. But without much inspiration, the only way I can come up with something mildly interesting enough to read while satisfying my desire to post an entry, is to dig into my past and find a story wild enough to keep you guys on the edge of your seat at least until you finish reading this entry. And so I did.


In 1999 ....

This was the time when i just graduated from poly. You know, there are lot of places you can't go when you were still in school. I mean, pubs and clubs wise. Cos you're either not of age, or you don't have the financial backing. By this time, however, I had all that I need to spend my entire weekends partying away - money from work, time from not having to bury myself in books (kidding, i didn't need to bury myself in books when I was in poly), and most importantly, Friends. The ones that were just as enthusiastic about all the alcohol, the dancing and the sexy bodies.

So I spent many weekends drinking and dancing. Very fortunately, my buddies are fantastic drinkers who held their liquor well enough to send me home each time I got drunk and to protect me from assholes who would try to take advantage whenever they see a drunk person with breasts. One of my buddies' girlfriend, let's call her M, would always get her hormones very much charged each time she started drinking. And whenever that happened, she would start grabbing me and try to kiss me. Frankly, I don't remember sending out any sexual or lesbian (for that matter) signals to her. I never really thought of kissing a girl (then), and it was very odd for me, cos she was my buddy's girlfriend.

Anyway, one time we both got so drunk and when she leaned in, I did not resist.

And I finally understood why men like to kiss women.

Women, apart from having very soft lips, are much more gentle with their tongue. Even when they're passionate, they don't leave your lips-surrounding area with their saliva (a mistake that men always make).

So I was kissing M right in front of my buddy, and I didn't think he was mad. Rather, he was very much entertained although he kept shouting in a joking manner, "Zao Sai ah!! Zao Sai ah!!" (he meant his girlfriend "zao sai"). Zao Sai (hokkien) means to cheat, or commit adultery. I finally withdrew my lips when she slided her hand from my back to caress my right boob. A little shock, I would say, but not exactly in a bad way. Had I not moved away, her hand would have gone under the fabric.

I have kissed other girls after that episode, but I'll leave it till the next time.

Somehow, M and I are truly fated to be good friends, as we ended up going to the same university three years later. With that same boyfriend of hers of course. After that kiss at that particular pub, we thought it would never happen again.

That was, until my roommates and I decided to hold a super wild, alcoholic "mooncake" party at our place during mid-autumn. Actually the mooncakes were just excuses to trash our place.
With the amount of cheap alcohol in Australia, everyone was bound to leave the party without a sober mind.

I thought I would just collapse on my bed.

And I did, but I was not alone.


It is 1:05am. I am officially beat. Actually, not really, but I just want to leave you guys with your imagination on what happened after that.

Stay tuned to Part 2.

A little trailers ....

"and I saw her pull her sweater over her head ..... "

".... she ran out of the room to get him to "join" in ...."

"....I was thinking of my then boyfriend in Singapore and how he would have reacted if he had found out ...."

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

My First Time

Disclaimer: Just in case some of you think I'm trying to mislead you with the above caption, this post is NOT about sex.

This is the first time I'm wearing dangling earrings. Hee. But it was painful to put it on. Just like many other things in life, it's always painful, the first time.

Yes, I know i look gorgeous even with the very much oversized shades. Thank you very much.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

If I could turn back time....

I would not have let the pervert who molested me get away with it

I would tell my Sec. school band seniors off for being unduly scornful and rude

I would have stopped my father from moving out

I would have missed more lectures in Poly to go prawn fishing and play mahjong; I had a lot of "Annual Leave" unclaimed

I wouldn't have hooked up with N**k or N**s*n

I wouldn't have cheated on K

I would have participated in all the extra-curricular activities like scuba-diving, hip-hop dancing, kick-boxing, etc. from my first sem onwards in Uni

I would have spent more time with my father

I wouldn't have developed insomnia from missing a guy who eventually broke my heart

I wouldn't have picked up smoking. Mmm .... No, actually, I still think I would.

Hmm. Not a very long list, eh? I thought I would have more things to say. The above is not a list of my regrets, except for the ones in bold. It's just things I would have done, dat's all.

Enjoy your weekend, people.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

A short one

I have been extremely busy this past week, which made me too tired to blog. To leave you guys with a new entry, the following is an extract from an email I received a long time ago.


Marketing Theories

Source: Unknown

Several people I know have asked for me an explanation of Marketing. Perhaps the following analogies will help clear it up:

You see a handsome guy at a party. You go up to him and say, "I'm fantastic in bed."

>> That's Direct Marketing

You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a handsome guy. One of your friends goes up to him and pointing at you, says, "She's fantastic in bed."

>> That's Advertising

You see a handsome guy at a party. You go up to him and get his telephone number. The next day you call and say, "Hi, I'm fantastic in bed."

>> That's Telemarketing

You're at a party and see a handsome guy. You get up and straighten your dress. You walk up to him and pour him a drink. You say, "May I?" and reach up to straighten his tie brushing your breast lightly against his arm, and then say, "By the way, I'm fantastic in bed."

>> That's Public Relations

You're at a party and see a handsome guy. He walks up to you and says, "I hear you're fantastic in bed."

>> That's Brand Recognition

You're at a party and see a handsome guy. You talk him into going home with your friend.

>> That's Sales Representation

Your friend can't satisfy him so he calls you.

>> That's Tech Support

You're on your way to a party when you realize that there could be handsome men in all these houses you're passing. So you climb onto the roof of one situated toward the center and shout at the top of your lungs, "I'm fantastic in bed!"

>> That's Spam!!!


Say, you're the handsome guy at the party, how would you like to be approached?

Monday, April 03, 2006

Qing Ming
A story

A year ago ....

After a particularly satisfying supper, N drove me home. We were talking about horror stories on the way back. When he reached my block, I warned him not to go on as my family was away in another country for Qing Ming. Thus, I would be alone at home. Then N commented that he had not seen my home before and maybe he could come up since there was nobody in. I was fine with that, so I invited him up.

While at home, I gave him a brief tour, given that my house is relatively small with nothing much to "wooooh" or "aaahh" about. I expected him to leave after that, but he got himself settled comfortably in my room; he had positioned himself, on the bed leaning against the headboard. Now, I've had friends who ALWAYS made themselves very comfortable once they stepped foot in my room so I didn't mind N lying on the bed. After a while of talking, N said, "Eh, go bathe first leh... we can talk later." I was a little taken aback, yet pleasantly surprised, with what he said, as many thoughts shot through my mind. After all, I thought he had just wanted to see the house, and that was all. But of course, I have always enjoyed his company so I just went ahead with the shower (alone).

After the somewhat prompt shower, I went back into my room to find N lying on my bed, watching TV. I did find it slightly amusing that although this was the first time he was visiting my place, he had found no trouble at all in making himself comfortable. Then we started to chat about life, relationships, work and so on. I moved from the computer chair to the edge of the bed, to the middle of the bed right beside him.

It started to get colder (the air-conditioner was blasting), so I covered myself with the blanket from the waist down. As we continued chatting, I got more comfortable and soon, I found myself lying beside him. Sometimes, we would fidget and encounter a little bit of physical contact, like when our toes accidentally touched each other (under the blanket). Then we talked about the wine in my cupboard and N laughingly suggested opening it up and start drinking, even though the next day was a working day. I thought he was kidding.

We had a most pleasurable, heart-felt conversation. Things that were never discussed in front of others. Time flies when you're having fun, and before we knew it, it was already 4am. N decided that he should head home. So I sent him to the door, almost reluctantly. Even after he went off, we were still messaging each other on our mobiles. He mentioned about the wine again and was disappointed that I didn't open the bottle cos he was dying to drink. Talk about alcoholics. I told him I thought he was just kidding and if he wanted to, he could u-turn back. But by then, he had already reached home.

Me : So how?

N : No choice lor. Wait for next year's Qing Ming lor.

Me : hahah ....

The next day, I told M about what happened.

M : He went up to your place? So what happened?

Me : What do you mean what happened? Nothing happened.

M : Really? Wow, you are so strong. If it was me, I would have pounced on him! He is so yummy ....

Me : Heh. *pause* Maybe it was just well that we didn't drink.

One year has passed and it's Qing Ming again. No wonder I dreamt of him last night. Although there is no way we can ever fulfil what could have happened last year, the last Qing Ming is one I will never forget.


I know it's inappropriate to be telling a story like this for Qing Ming. But this year's Qing Ming is the first time I ever have to visit a grave. So I'd really not talk about anything that reminds me of the life-altering incident last year.

Also, I'm sorry that there is no R-rated elements in this post, just in case some of you were misled in the beginning.