hey soul sister

I woke up yesterday to some very sad news. A good friend of mine gave up his life to the Almighty after months of battling an illness. For awhile my world just stopped moving.

It was so sudden. He was in and out of the hospital and I kept telling myself to go see him in the hospital but kept making excuses not to. Excuses like, 'he'll be out soon' and 'he'll be better soon'. But now it's too late to regret not going to see him and talking to him and relishing our friendship.

He was the kind of guy who ALWAYS had something fun to say and who always had abit of sound advise to share. He touched many with his golden heart and was respected because of his soul. He was such a kindred spirit who had a touch of bimboness in him.

I'll never forget the time i shared a room with him in Perth, we shopped til we dropped. I'll also never forget all the times we spent in Ikea and the few rare drinks we shared in cafes and bars. And all those times we made fun of people. He'd scold me for being so rude and then laugh about it and then scold me again and say it's not right to make fun of people. Those were good times. Very good times.

This sums up my feelings completely:

The times when we would play about, the way we used to scream and shout

We'd never dreamt you'd go your own sweet way
Look for the rainbow in every storm
Find out for certain, love is gonna be there for you
You'll always be someone's baby

Thank you so much my dear Azman Shah, my Ms Hoochie for all the love and for blessing me with your life. I'll always cherish you. Always.

rock that body

A few weeks ago, I was on the midnight bus on the way home. The bus was relatively empty and I took the window seat at the last row. The closest person to me was another guy at the window seat to my right (across the aisle). As usual, the moment I sat down I took out my iphone and started texting and facebooking.

Halfway thru the journey, when my fingers were getting tired, I decided to take a break and what did i find. The guy on the opposite side had his hand on his crotch. And it wasn't just on his crotch, he was rubbing his crotch. I was transfixed. Is he really doing what I think he's doing? The more I looked, the more obvious his rubbing became and pretty soon there was a big bulge in his jeans. I texted my friend AnnaK.

Me: Babe! The guy next to me is touchin himself!

AnnaK: OMG OMG OMG OMG! Eeew eew eeew!!

I looked at over again and this time he caught me looking at him and what did he do? HE unzipped himself and pulled his erect cock out and started rubbing himself. Slow and deliberately! All I could do was stare. I did not know what to do. Thank God for him, he was pretty proportionate. The more I looked the more he seemed to take pleasure in rubbing himself.

At this point, I thought to myself. Is there some kind of protocol that I'm supposed to be doing here? Should I show him my goods as well? Should I join him in a mutual jerk off? I didn't know what to do. All I could do was stare and be amazed at his brazenness. And before you know it, he cummed. Not a volcanic eruption but a thick dribble all over his hand. And what did he do? He just wiped himself on his jeans, packed himself back into his jeans and then looked out the window like nothing happened. Like NOTHING happened!

By this time we'd already reached the station and everyone was fumbling out of their seats. I get a text from AnnaK.

AnnaK: You should report him to the police!

Me: What police? Where am I gonna find a police at this hour?

I got up and he got up and was behind me as I was getting off the bus. I swore to myself if he even grazed my butt, I'd elbow his face. But he didn't.

SO I guess he just needed to get his rock off. The thing is, I didn't feel particularly traumatized or anything, just USED. The moron was definitely getting off on me. Ugh.. Is this how pornstars feel like? Men getting off on them?

What a bus ride.. ;)

california gurls

Sun. Sea. Sand.

Good friends.

Minimal clothes. Good food. Relaxing breeze.

What more can you ask for?