The Trip

We have been planning the trip for quite sometime now, Lina and I were looking forward to the break. The anticipation going to a new country brings new fire to our passion towards each other. Lina and I met through friends and we hit off on our first date. We have had difficult times but somehow managed to work it out. She is really passionate, and beautiful person. We planned to head off to Johor spend a night in the town before heading towards KL. Our vacation will take us about a week. A week of shopping, sight-seeing and hopefully sex. We have yet to embark to that part of our relationship.






I met up with Lina on that day, she was unsually overdressed. Pants, shirt, boots and all. It was almost trying to pass off as a male. Her chest were flat, she she is quite endowed. I was curious, and guessed that whe was trying not to get any attention, she is a very very good liking girl. She did once surprised me when we went clubbing one night, she came by and picked me up wearing a blacktop without a bra. I did justice and snap a picture. On the trip she was not quite herself, quiet and reserved. Normally we would held hands and not resrved on touching each other. This time it was different, we were an arm length apart. On the bus, she broke the silence, whispered into my year and my heart nearly exploded. Lina was a male, and with parts to prove it. Why did she choose to tell me on that day and that moment baffles me. She looked at me nearly teared up, thought what the heck lets go through with this trip and see what happens. I was worried about her going through customs, she looked quite feminine I forcasted trouble. She seemed too anxious about me accepting her than going through the immigration. What would immigration do if they found out? Even if we managed to get through Singapore, what about Malaysia? I looked more nervous than a drug trafficker. It was quite late in the evening, the temperature was in the mid thirties. We did not look out of place, and blended into the crowd. The crowd almost broke the world record for achieving the longest queue, from where we were we could not even see the immigration booth. Finally we arrived at the counter, the immigration officer took a quick glance and stamp out passports. I was extremely reliefed and we were then rushed into the bus like sheeps and went across the strait. We followed the rest of the passengers and ended up onto a longer queue. We reminded ourselves never to travel to Malaysia again on a Friday evening. An hour later its our turn, it was hot and humid day, I guess that took a tool on the officer, she did not even look at us when she asked why we're travelling to Malaysia. I tried to describe our travel itenary, before I could begin she just stamped our passports and welcomed us to Malaysia. I was relief and looked felt like we got away with murder. We exited the building got a taxi and went to our hotel. Checked in and finally we are alone once again, it took us 5 hours to travel the distance of 3km. Exhausted, Lina stil looked depressed and never once looked at my face when we spoke. I was still feeling shocked with what she told me, she claimed that she liked me a lot and feared the worst to tell the truth. She planned to have further surgery to correct what was wrong and that everything will be fine after that. The dole eye Lina just melt me away. I coudn't say no. I told her that I would give it a try. She leap into my arms with tears of happiness. That night was the night to remember, she discarded her disguise slowly like a stripper. She has bounded her breasts with tapes and plastric wrapper, it worked quite well, the boobs were mashed into her body such that no one could be any wiser. She let go a huge sigh of relief when the final piece of wrapper was removed.
Meanwhile I was on the bed trying to put my eyes back into the sockets. She smiled, she knew what she was doing to me, the evidence was apparent when a pole like effect was showing up from my jeans. The next thing I could remember after she stripped and she to crawl to me in a cat like manner. I let her take control and she started to remove my jeans. My member was hard enough to break concrete walls and she just took it into her moist lips. I could see the outline of my cock when she sucked it. I could not remember how long she toiled with me with her mouth and tongue. I did not care. Everytime I came close she held back, she played with my thing for a few times. Soon I was in such agony I almost burst. She controlled me like a puppet. She then let it cool down much to my dismay, and laid next to me, her ample breast on my chest. That feeling was erotic enough for me to come. She went to the bottom section on the bed point her ass upwards and slowly move towards me. And mark my word, from that angle, all I can see is utterly femine body. The next thing thing I knew, I was pumping her like a ragged doll. I could not remember how many time I came, her movements, back arching, heavy breathing, encouraging cries just made me harder. I felt like I have taken a whole bottle of viagra. When we are done, our body was mashed together soak with come and sweat. It was almost 7.00am the next morning, and our transport by bus is at 8.00am. I woke her up and started to pack, our room is in a mess, jusk like a post storm wreck, clothes everywhere. We did not even have the time to take our shower. I pick up my camera swung it around my neck, ckecked my passport and wallet, I'm ready to go. I wonder if Lina is ready too. I turned and saw her transformation from yerterdays attire. I quickly took a picture knowingly she was posing on purpose, I got an eyefull of what was on the menu last night. I said what she is not going to go out looking like that. "Wear a bra atleast" I exlamined.

She said with a smile, that she forgot to bring any.
I wanted her to wear a T-shirt over it, she reluctantly agreed to my request and started to pull over the shirt over her head. Than is when I pushed her on to the bed, lifted her ass and pulled her panties aside and pushed my cock into her.
She was still wet from last night and we did not use any lubricant this time. It did take me abit longer this time, I lost count the numebr of times I came. When I did finally came she anticipated the move and pushed her ass deeper into me. All I did was to keep cumming. My dick hurt like hell after that, it went limp from the battle. I was in agony. She looked like a school girl that scored straight A's. I went into my bag and pulled out dildo, about 5inch long and 2inch in diameter, remote operated and decorated with studs. She looked at me with surprised, I have had been a gentleman till now. I told her, that it was suppose to be her present when we're in KL. But I decided to give it to her early. She replied by presenting her cum filled hole for me. I slowly inserted into her, and pushed it in completely. I told her to pull up her panties. We have a bus to catch.

BEAUTY QUEEN?

I don't really know how this topic came around but here it goes. I was talking to a few friends, asking them about favourite holiday places. In Singapore, if you been here for a week, you would probably been everywhere and seen everything. Anyway, this friend had a liking towards Bangkok, that he would make yearly pilgrimage. Whats the attraction I would ask, he replied shopping and relaxation. "Shopping and relaxation", in Bangkok, I didn't quite get it. My friend was slow to bring up the "other" places that he "might" visit. Being ignorant about Bangkok, nonetheless, I did thought of the sex tourism. He then mentioned about bar girls and katoeys, thats right transsexuals. Whats the appeal? I thought and look abit disgusted. Why is my friend so fascinated with people in gender limbo? He saw my bewilderment and tried to justified his fascination with Harisu, Luna (as one of the 007 Bond girls) and the new Korean stars 'Lady'. I'm sure he would have a tons of photos in his computer, since he is never seen without his SLR outside work but he would not show us any that would convience us that he claims that katoey beauties rivals even the most beautiful women on earth. Come on, I'm a bit sceptic about his judgements, beauty is relative. But comparisons between the fake and genuine females? I could spot a transsexual a mile away, I said confidently. I have encountered a few myself in this country. Once in the bus, the other in a outdoor eating place (They called this the Hawker Centers). Especially, the one at the eating place selling drinks, he/she was hedious. I did admire his courage to be different though.

So, on the sameday, I was at Bugis Junction, I wanted to get a book from Kinokuya "The Giver". Happy with my purchase, I was anticipating my excitement, should I read the book now or wait till I get home. On my way to the downstairs, I was walking behind lady, scantily dressed I must say, she was showing ample amount of flesh all in the right places. Her skin tone were pale and looked oriental, her hair overflowing off her shoulders, and hour glassed figure that would not only stopped traffic but bring the dead to life. Her round rear swing from left to right, bouncing at the right places. I could not help myself and had to try to peek at her face when I walked pass, I did try to be as discrete as possible and not look like a sex pervert. If the figure could bring the dead to life, her looks could KILL. Wow, my heart just skipped a beat. Her beauty could bring shame to certain newly crowned beauty queens. The front view, left me with my jaws on the floor, my tougue wagging. Her dress with a very very low neckline threaten to expose even more flesh. I think it was my imagination, but when she did a turn, I saw something dark above the neckline of the dress. I nearly passed out, blood was rushing to part of the body. Wrong place right time. The make up, were finely done, eyes were large, the face .... I was speechless. Delicate features, not a thing out of place, everthing in the right proportions. Her 'frontal asset', if I could say that, were larger than most asian women I knew. If I could describe them, one word would sum it up, SPECTACULAR, sized like a large grapefruit. Not shaped like Pam Anderson's those could poke an eye out, hers were perfect, hanging but large. Such assets in her small frame, she looked like a dd-cupped vixen. I guess she saw my attempt to look / stare, and sheepishly smiled, her perfect hands rose up slightly to acknowledge my presence, I replied. Then I heard someone said "Hi", the voice were deep into the baritone spectrum. I looked around, thinking it was for me. Yet there were no-one close enough to have said that. The angel then moved her glossed lips, I hear the same voice again. I was shocked and for the moment did not know what to do. If you were in my shoes, what will you do? I smiled and I'm sure looked like a deer caught in headlights and stammered something back. My mind said run you fool, but my legs would not buldge. The buldging were happening elsewhere. She must have saw it, cause her face turned red too.
She(?) is from Thailand, and that she is here for a couple of weeks on a shopping holiday with friends. After some small talk, I said I had to leave, exchanged phone numbers, and left. There is no mistaken, that she/he is a male or that she could have a severe throat infection. No. I'm just lying to myself, she is definately a he, no matter how beautiful, I could not risk such a relationship. Or could I? No, I must not be thinking straight. She or he? Sometimes, this will torment me till no end. I guess, something is better to left unknown. Where's her pic?..........

Read this in the ABCNEWSWEEK. http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/TheNote/story?id=156238
I always felt that US was the land of plenty, but now its a land of plenty to those who could afford it. Eyes around the world saw victims of the hurricane who were left behind to battle the storm were mainly the poor. America could send man to the moon and un-manned space crafts to Mars, no small feat by any means, yet she could not save her own. If the devastation was due to an earthquake, I don't think there will much of a public outcry. Instead its a hurricane, with the amount of notice given, bank robbers would already be halfway round the earth.

The article really hit a cord, the author wrote quote:
"In a nation that was proud of hard work, strong families, close-knit communities, and our faith in God, too many of us now tend to worship self-indulgence and consumption. Human identity is no longer defined by what one does, but by what one owns. But we've discovered that owning things and consuming things does not satisfy our longing for meaning. We've learned that piling up material goods cannot fill the emptiness of lives which have no confidence or purpose.
The symptoms of this crisis of the American spirit are all around us. For the first time in the history of our country a majority of our people believe that the next five years will be worse than the past five years. Two-thirds of our people do not even vote. The willingness of Americans to save for the future has fallen below that of all other people in the Western world. "

US economy has always been based on consumption. But driving a SUV or 4WD just to get a loaf of bread one block away it wasteful. People should take heed, SPEND but do not WASTE. There are no laws to fight such wastefulness, it can only be won by common sense. If common sense is lacking then even $5.00/gallon for gas is too little to pay. Unfortunately, this is not unique to the US, its happening all around the world, Europe and Asia.

Countries, goverments, and people should take heed at what is happening in the US. Overdepence in crude oil for fuel is going to hurt us all and the environment in the world that we live in. We need to push forward towards a fuel efficient society. We need to learn from others to improve our lives.

Being inept, that is why I'm not a business man. Don't have the guts to invest, didn't have the will to save. Don't have the attitude to sell myself, don't have the looks to kill.

Being inept, that is way I have not published any technical journals. Don't have the concentration to finish the text book. Drank too much coffee had my hands shaking. Didn't have the brains to understand Maxwell's equations.

Being inept, that is why I do not have the body of a hunk. Too lazy to work out. Don't have enough discpline to eat right. Don't have the will power to work out. Just have enough in me to control the remote.

Being inept, that is why I did not do well in my studies. Too weak in my basics but being ignorant, went to the advance class. Did not have good eyes that I could cheat glancing to my left and right. Didn't have the luck, when I did managed to glanced my neighbours had the wrong answers.

Being inept, that is why I'm the scape goat at work. Did not have the confidence to excell. Did not have the confidence in me to get more projects. Did not have the guts to say "no" to my colleagues, ended up doing their nasty work. Am not authoritative to earn the respect of my peers. Not smart enough to be a specialist, not skilled enough to be jack of all trades.

Being inept, that is me.

Stress at Work.
I'm not Midas, everthing that I would would not turn into gold. This is not true at work. As a paid professional, we're expected to do miracles. I'm not sure if anyone else felt the same. Coming up with a design usually comes down to trade-offs. You could not have the cake, the cholocate icing with the cocoa powdered sprinkles and the imported strawberries from Switzerland. You could if you work for the military, heck you might even get a goldern spoon.
As for me, the cake is coming along fine, its the icing that I'm being screwed.
If I get too technical here, no-one would read my post.
Why I chose to be nameless? Being anonymous does not mean void of responsibility and respect, mainly due to my lack of self-confidence. And that anonymous somehow gives you courage to venture a bit further and at times push the threshold.




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