MIKA MIKA

I have a confession to make. I'm so into this song "Relax" by Mika that I have to upload this into my blog and also mention this guy. He may not appeal to many but to me, I think he is great. As he is usually "campy", word has it that he is gay. But, Mika responded it very cleverly by saying that what has a guy's sexuality got to do with what he does on stage? I totally respect this guy, I mean a guy's sexuality is secondary to what he can do as a performer or even the talents that he possess.

This statement in itself reinforces that a person's talent should not be overshadowed by his sexuality. What he does he do in the four walls of his privacy is his business and as other lay people out there, there should not be any judgements whatsoever.

So here are some of his music video...enjoy...by the way, the first song, "Relax" is so danceable!

USED UNDERWEAR ANYONE?

u want my underwear...?

When I was still green about the PLU world, the only place of contact for me was the IRC (at that time) and now, the various chat channels. Having the privileged of the Internet is really awesome as it led us to come to a point whereby we can virtually connect and build our networks with all kinds of people out there.

Well, having said that, of course, when such an interaction is established, the good and bad will be lumped in together. I do not deny that I had much fun chatting with these unscrupulous characters as they usually give me insights of how our PLU lives revolve around. Amongst my colorful chats, there are some that involves the various fetishes.

One such fetish is the saga of the “used underwear”. Yes, there are people who are actually indulging in such activities and I guess it completely norm for them. But, to the uninitiated like me who conforms to the majority of conservatives out there, such fetishes are a bit too harsh to accept. Nevertheless, to accept all kinds of diversity in our lives, we need to be tolerant and that is how I was approach by these people.

The chat began very innocently asking how I was and why was I hanging around in the chat room. We sort of talked a bit and then the proceeded to what our interests were. I began to tell him about mine and when it was his turn, I was completely stunned, for what he indulged into was something I did not thought of. He informed me that he was into underwear and more specifically, used ones!

“Err, you mean you like those used underwear?” I enquired enthusiastically.
“Yes, I like them but to be more specific, cum filled ones” he replied.
“Huh? Cum filled ones? How ah?” I again asked innocently.
“Well, all the guy needs to do is just jerk off into it and then send it to me”.
“Hmm, I do not think that’s my cup of tea” with eyes rolling.
“I know it’s not easy for others to accept it but it’s a fetish for me, and I have loved it ever since I tried it” he added.
“How did this happen?” I asked.
“A good friend of mine was sniffing it one day, and I happen to catch him doing it. I thought it was crazy to do such a thing but when he challenged me to try it, I took it and then suddenly, I liked the smell” he replied.
“You mean you like the smell? How is it that makes you like it? I posed.
“Not sure but the smell actually triggers me and it makes me high, and I get an instant gratification upon smelling it and playing with my dick at the same time. I will imagine the guy doing it while I’m masturbating” he told me in detail.
“Well, good for you, I guess like they say, one man’s meat is another’s poison” I laughed.
“So, would you like to shoot your cum into your underwear and let me have it?”
“My underwear and my cum?” I repeated.
“Yes, I want yours and you can drop it at this locker at the Kelana Jaya Swimming complex” he added.

jerk off into your underwear....

That guy actually told me the procedure of how to drop off the underwear into this specific locker and he will collect it later. I was like astonished by his request and what more, his insistence on me to give him my undies. But, I did not do it as I was too timid at that time and then again, I thought to myself, should I actually give him my good underwear or the ones, which is already loose, or have holes in them? And, should it be branded or some normal brands we have out there? This was all confusing, a part of me wanted to do it but the other part, well, I did not want to part with my precious undies.

wanna buy my undies...?

Later on, I learnt that there were actually guys who would buy these undies and would pay a hefty sum for it too, so perhaps, I can get some buyers out there? Any takers eh?

THE HOUSE OF WHORES

Last night was quite happening for me. We celebrated Slutty Whore's birthday early and we had a pot luck dinner party at his place at the Rainbow Hills. THE food did not matter, what mattered most was the booze available. Of course, SW did not want us to buy him a present and instead asked us to each bring a dish and booze! So, there were wines, hard liquor and more hard liquor.

dressing up for the party...

As he had invited both straights and gays, one can definitely see the segregated groups converging at one area, whilst the queens took the other side. It was a bit boring at first but after our fabulous fag hag, MaMa-san Cynthia began mixing drinks and offering to both sides, suddenly the groups began to break up and merged. I looked with amazement with how the two groups managed to gap each other and just had so much fun.

We laughed and talked almost anything under the sky and the straight group were also game to join in with our banter. All in all, it was a night to remember but then, we were waiting for our main guest to arrive, who we named him, Wholesome Willy. He was wholesome in the sense, he had the looks, the body and best of all, he had this next door neighbor kind of guy, whom you would just love to smother him with all your tender loving kindness and what not, exert your ever powerful lust on him!

don't make me drunk, ya...

So, that night, we had Cynthia, Spiky Calvin, me (of course) and another few other guys all waiting to grab his attention. When he arrived, Cynthia immediately did her job by offering liquor to that poor boy. As we all know, WW cannot drink and immediately his face began to turn into strawberry red. It was so serious that he began to slur in his speech and this all happened by just one drink! Right smack at that moment, the three of us, oh no, the two of us actually began to take turns to get "closer" to our target. It was hilarious, as we all took turns to snap pictures with this hot hunk! But, alas, all good things have to end, our dear WW had to leave the party half-way as he has a buddy from overseas who is in town to meet him. Hence, he wasn't able to stay longer for if he had been longer, I think Cynthia would have used her charms to seduce a gay man!! YUCKS!!!

The night ended with a lot of drinks flowing freely and by the time it was late, only a fraction of the guests actually got drunk, the rest were still sober, meaning to say, the both of us (Cynthia and me) did not do a good job. Of course, we managed to molest Gyrating Gerald in bed!! Actually, it was the pretext of having a girl to girl talk and we invited GG to come in bed and lie between us, and before anything he could do, he was molested. However, if GG was angry, he sure did not show any objections in what we were doing, rather he was enjoying it but he kept on saying he didn't like it. Anyways, that molestation did end and we did let GG go off and by the time everything ended, it was already close to about 2 in the morning.

ok, we promise not to drink anymore...

Ah well, we all swore we will not drink anymore but knowing us, there will be an excuse for us to indulge in this again, maybe soon?

WHAT YOU SOW IS WHAT YOU LOSE...

Overheard at one of our Christmas gatherings at Mei Mei's place last December. It concerned about a certain friend of ours. A little background about this friend of ours, whom I shall christened as Denial Denny. You see, DD was an ex-colleague of Mei Mei at her old office located somewhere in the golden triangle.

Do I look Gay...?

MM has this penchant of "outing" gays and she is really good at it. Not only is MM fabulous and also attractive, she has this wonder touch and each time she spots a guy who dresses fashionably immaculate, her gaydar starts to tingle. Better than any AWACS out there, MM can sniff out the gay-ness in every guy she meets up.

So, DD was not that exceptional. For whatever magic MM used on her, she was able to "out-ed" our darling, DD. That was sometime ago but what I heard recently was that DD was seeing this rather hunky dory guy. They have been dating (so to speak, for in DD's terms, dating means just a one night stand and that's it but for this one, it was serious) and that guy had even moved in with him. In DD's term, this means marriage!

All is well, you dear readers might fathom but no, it was not to be. For there were a strange brewing of jealous energy emitting from Kenny Hills for a few months now. It seems that our dear DD has not been able to keep his manhood in check and have begun to sow wild oats around the clubbing and gym scene. Obviously, the other half of DD found out of these sexploits and they began to have intense oral exchanges not of the pleasant sort but of the most foul kind you would ever think of.

It came to a point that according to MM, there were involvement of friends in this fight and their roles were to set these two apart. Looks like the relationship turned really bad, and no sooner before one can spell out Dakota Blues, it ended just like that.

However, our dear DD was to find out the shock of his life. DD is an avid collector of expensive branded underwear's; you name all of the famous brands out there, and DD will have a collection of them. It seems that DD's skin is sensitive that cheaper brands are almost non-existent in his wardrobe. And, knowing how much DD loves his collection, this ex-other half concocted a very good surprise for him the day he left his condo. It seems that all of his collections were gone and what was left was the cheaper version of the made in China series strewn all over his cupboards.
Naturally, DD was furious but what I found out later was that because DD knew he invited this trouble upon himself, he decided not to pursue this matter. Till this day, amongst our circle, this was the story that has been circulating and I just go to know it.

Don't take my underwear please...

When I heard of it, I laughed not at the poor misery ending of DD but rather his folly ways! But, it also serves a reminder that when a relationship turns sour, anything can happen and in this case, a collection of expensive branded underwear's goes missing.

I've learnt my lesson

What you may say happened to those used underwear's? Hmm, perhaps placed at some night market? Or have you not heard that there are some aficionados out there who actually dig into used underwear's and actually pays a very high price for them??

MR. DEAD STARE

I really am not sure why but most of my best stories actually come from the gym. And this particular one is no different from the rest, except well, its a bit weird to begin with.

Last evening, I was at the gym doing my routine. After bracing for over an hour and stuck in the jam in the city, I was already feeling very stressed up! I needed my time at the treadmill and also to work out really hard to ease all those tensions.

Upon arriving at the gym, went to locker, changed into my gym attire and headed to the cardio section. I met Facial Kenny and as we were updating each other on the usual news (actually gossips), while coming down the stairs, I accidentally bumped into this guy. It was entirely my fault and I said sorry to him almost immediately without even having an eye contact with him. I proceeded to the cardio area and Facial Kenny joined me a few minutes later. While, I was alone, I sensed I was being followed. This sort of feeling usually hovers around me and I will feel as if there was someone staring at me. To make a point of my so called 'feelings', I turned around and true to my bones, that same guy I bumped into was staring at me. He was working out but his eyes instead of focusing 12 o'clock, was instead at 2 o'clock.

Immediately faced with such a situation, I looked straight in front. But, not wanting to read too much into it, I thought, perhaps he might be looking at someone else instead or perhaps nothing at all. So, I did my fabulous turnaround and lo and behold, this guy (let me describe him, a late 20's something guy, crew cut, standing at about 6 feet, nice structure but not the muscular type and one thing that sets him apart is his eyes!) who I shall name him Dead Stare, was still fixed at his 2 o'clock position.

are u staring at me....?

My heart pounded harder this time but it could also be due to my incessant running at the treadmill but I know this feeling is not the same as what I had encountered before. Lucky for me, FK joined me later and when I finished my treadmill session, I asked FK to accompany me to the free weights section. Obligingly, FK joined me but he had his session so he literally left me to fend for myself at the weights section all alone. While doing my routines, my eyes actually scanned the whole area, not at hunky hot guys but at Dead Stare, wondering if he also was at the same floor.

Guess, what? He was not there, and I was so relief of this burden that I enjoyed my routines at the free weights. After an hour or so, I usually end with my sit ups (150 times) and then head for my showers. Stripping off my gym attire, I cloaked myself with my towel and then drenched myself for a while under the running water before going into the steam room.

Upon entering it, I realised that it was full that evening. I thought to myself it could be because the sauna was not working, thus, the majority of the guys will head to the steam room. It was packed and there were no place to sit so, I stood at one corner and trying hard to imagine my skin getting pampered by all that steam. While my eyes were doing the wandering around in the hot steamy room, I noticed a figure standing directly 11 o'clock from me, and from my first view, the shape of that person looked very familiar. I stared again, harder this time to make out the figure in that steamy room, and to my fear, it was Mr. Dead Stare!!

I went out of the steam room almost immediately and again, my sixth sense told me that someone is following me. True, it was that same guy and for the first time in my whole entire life, I was like scared shit. I wonder why? I mean, he is not a bad looking guy, almost "do-able" but why am I feeling in this way? Perhaps, I'm not used to the notion of me getting cruised, perhaps I hold better when I cruise them. It must that, because when a person has been targeted, it means you hold no power and one will feel vulnerable. Hence, that is the feeling I was having at the moment, so I can imagine how guys will feel when they are are being watched or followed, like how I felt.

As you thought that this would end here, no, it did not! As I finished my shower and I quickly sauntered to my locker, as if this was a fate, my locker and Mr. Dead Stare was like merely 4 lockers away. He was already all dressed up and he looked rather nice in his matching shirt and jeans. Mr. Dead Stare dresses really well and quite fashionably too, but his stares were really eating into me! I purposely took my time to dress up and he being all dressed up had no reason to linger at the locker, as there were some other guys coming in after their workout. So, he quietly left the place but not without giving me that dead stare look.

Mr. Dead Stare

After all that had happened, I wonder if I will ever get to meet Mr. Dead Stare again? If I do, definitely, this will be my next and upcoming post. I wonder what i will do this time round? I guess its time for a strike back!

ALLAH, PLEASE VINDICATE US!

Barely only 8 days into the New Year and already we have funny rumblings from the Government. Have you not read the papers? Or perhaps you are not local, either way, here is some of the things that have had happened:-

1. Only in Malaysia you have shortages of cooking oil, flour and sugar.
2. Only in Malaysia will the Government forbid people of other faiths from building their statues.
3. Only in Malaysia is the holy word of "ALLAH" forbidden to be used by Christians who incidentally also share the same believe in the one God.

4. Only in Malaysia do you have a grandfather, who incidentally is also the Health Minister caught in a sex scandal. (talk about being sexually active at that age!)

5. Only in Malaysia will you have the increase of tolls and fuel coming up almost instantaneously after the elections (which is widely speculated to be in early March '08).

6. Only in Malaysia do you have insensitive remarks given and taken like demolishing a temple on the eve of a major religious holiday that belongs to that group?

7. Only in Malaysia do you have groups telling you that your conscience is sinful and should not listen to it.

8. Only in Malaysia do you have quotas and what not that further makes our nation less competitive!

9. Only in Malaysia do you have the Government treating its citizens like kids who do not have a mind to think.

10. And the best of it all, the Immigration Department has restricted the intake of all foreign priests into this country and those currently serving are required to leave the country....so where is the fairness and justice to all this? Why the discrimination against people of other faiths?

Ok, if anyone of you find the above a wee bit too sensitive to be written here, but its not that I'm writing something that does not exist. I write that what the papers are telling us and from what I have read, I'm worried! If you guys (locals that is) is still talking about their little own world that would be tarnished very soon, I reckon you better do something concrete about it. Don't just sit there like some arm chair critic but exercise the most important thing of all, exercise your rights as a citizen and vote. If you have not registered and say that you are not bothered, then I guess nothing will ever change.

Allah help us all!

THE YEAR IT WAS...

I've been procrasinating...

Well it has been sometime now since I officially pen something in my blog here. The truth is, I have been plain capital L A Z Y!!! The holidays and the timing of parties and gatherings during the course of the end of the year, made me feel so busy. Apart from attending parties and dinners, I had to also finish off my work in the office, so there were many things that I had to catch up on.

Firstly, before going off for my annual holiday leave, I had to ensure that I finished off my work and completed them so that I do not have to trouble others to follow-up on my behalf. Secondly, when you attend parties and meet up with faces you have not met in years, you definitely want to ensure you look good! So, I spent time in the gym and also going for my spa treatment, just so that I can enjoy that little slice in life (after all, we work so hard!).

Thirdly, I'm like addicted to that game Bogglific (Boggles actually, if you have played them before, its a board game) in Facebook. The ability to test my mind and get as many scrambled alphabets to make a word, intrigues me, for I'm a person who is up to challenges! Well, no prizes but the ability to beat some other western speaking person from the other part of the world gives me some immense pleasure. Before the game starts, we will have a look at the persons who will challenge us and there would be ratings included in them. So, the higher the rating from "muah", the more I'm very intense to make up for i.e. to win the game.

Of course, amongst the gatherings that we had, one of the more interesting ones was the reunion of the old queens! Yes, that generation that use to gyrate in Liquid, once a upon a time, and how we all got to know each other rather than the stats that we possess. Conversation was easy and intellectual, but alas, nowadays, such conversational skills seem so lacking in the present generation. I dread to think of how these present ones can lift up the scales of excellence that the old queens use to hold on to. Such things like friendship and I mean, genuine ones, really flow through, but today's friendships are so fragile and interesting enough, they contain so many hidden agendas in them.

Having said that, I'm not implying that the old queens were perfect but the kind of language used were a common identity that grouped us together. Using such lingo amongst us really made us feel special and we literally played with the words, which I find today lacking. If you were to crack up a joke this very instance and shout it out to the common crowd amongst us, I can safely say that perhaps if lucky, 10% can understand what you are saying whilst the others, can just smile and laugh aimlessly.

Hmm, having felt the good of the both sides, I find that I really feel nostalgic about the past in a way, but moving forward, I embrace what I have and face the future that lies in front.

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2008

Happy New Year 2008!!! Yes, this writer had taken a sabbatical leave from blogging and all aspects of writing juicy stories here because simply because, it was the season that made me want to take stock and just hang out with my friends whom I have not met for eons!

This being said, I think I'm already feeling so refreshed and willing to put in more of my thoughts into this blog. I'm going to make some changes in the format and type of things I will put in here and hopefully, I will bridge my inner and outer self, to better reflect what I have to say, that is, "WITHOUT FEAR OR FAVOR!!"

Till then, I'm coming in later to bring up updates of what happened to me and heaps of pictures to tell my side of the story.

Have a safe and peaceful year, may 2008 bring us more closer and less extreme thoughts.

God Bless you all!