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.

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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.

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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 ...."