Same Birthdays?

Date: 1/1/1983
Venue: A bed
Weather: Hot and then cold with high density of moisture
Action:
I was trying so hard to squeeze my whole tiny lil' body through the so-called guy's "heaven". My eagerness made me try so hard to rush myself out of mom's protection layer to smell the hospital's air, even before I was expected to. Was fully covered with bloody juice all over my body. Feel so cold and shaky, but at the same time feel so naked that all the hot hot nurses are staring at me..made me blush (lucky the blood covered my face, but damn the blood can't cover my dignity) . Before I noticed, they were chopping off 1 of my 2 long long sticks, and soon I was no more physically attached to mom. I can hardly see the chopping process but like everyone, when someone physically plays around with the stick(s), I can sense it. What great experience huh? I'm sure you faced it as well, maybe in a more interesting manner than mine.

Till now, I've came across 4 person, that shared this similarity with me. Somehow same place where Earth orbits the system.

Jan1 82: Primary school, always 1 head higher than me. Sports freak but turn out to be a bouncy dude when we last met 3 months ago.
Status: Lost contact..

Jan1 88: Child-hood and annual meet up, settling down nicely in Japan. Again, very sporty with a slim tall figure. Into ice-skating, volleyball, swimming, stuffs like that..super smart in calculations, and freakingly fast in keyboard typing.
Status: Hope the annual meet up remains, else considered lost contact..

Jan1 83: first noticed during a Bakery Workshop. A cutie which always seems happy and cheerful. Very into sports (as in seeing, observing, looking, staring at hunky macho muscular built-up guys, from wat i observed).
Status: Contactable..

Jan1 84: The naughtiest among all of Jan1's. Training colleague that enjoys criticising and teasing and sometimes scolding me. The reason? "Don't you guys think that jian is very nice to qi fu?"quoted. Somehow smart like all Jan1's, friendly, like to laugh and make funs like all Jan1's, BUT happens to NOT click well with other Jan1's. The theme against other Jan1's? "My birthday is the best!"
Status: In touching distance..

8th scream: Out of lubricant will heat things up??

Morning drive halfway to training. Dad called and said she dun even have a single drip of black lubricant in her store. He filled it up and told me to beware not to let her be too dry else she will explode! I'm pending for the moment to complete this up as I will only check on her when I'm done in the office..

7th scream: She almost gave way to physical

Not at the scene. Mechanic driving her back home and got hugely attack from the left. I was not convenient to visit her as she restrict me to see her while she was having treatment. Happy to see her back all freshen-up and sexy, but since that day on-wards, she gives a high frequency moan whenever she is doing it fast..

6th scream: Her life was threatened

After my 1st day of industrial training, just paid RM10 for 10 hours parking in the lot. A turn to the right and she was bang on the right. Superman did 3 sommersault right in front of me, and sadly can't stand properly after that stunt. She was hurted the worst after all this years, yet still being strong and fetching superman to hospital. After all, this bodily assault by superman proved to be nothing compare to all these years of ass on her huge thighs, with driver jerking her round stick, as well as calling for the break when she's on the high velocities..

5th scream: She was kissed by a black

Opposite Menara Telekom, start to pick up after a traffic light. Saw this black taxi from far but didn't realize he was gonna kiss her until he actually kissed her. Took a bump of excitement and suprise, but as ppl says "The 1st kiss always leaves memory.."

4th scream: She was over-heated after over-stressing herself 2 hours non-stop the day b4

Highway outside UNITEN, slow lane. Soared temperature, what else to do? stop by the road side and act cool and smart. Lift up the front bonet and was greeted by gas evaporating straight at my face. Waited for the engine to cool down, opened up the radiator and geez..totally dried-out. No liquid around except for a brand new battery juice. Poured it in and resume driving like nothing had happen. Nope, she won't give in. She is leaking enthusiastically. A Chinese dude stopped over and gave me his "assistance". What happened from then on is not even worth flashing back..

3rd scream: Someone did it on her from behind

Dad driving just outside Gasing. Korean lady kissed her gently, gentle enough to create a fall of her ass. Having a low-down butt until the next morning.

2nd scream: Her rubber was Internally Over-pressured

Back to Cyber, normal speed. Just before a curve there was this part of road: Not a flat chest, but a curved in smooth surface. There must be thousands of wheels having physical contact with this part, including me, but this time around, my tyre got too high, too excited, and stimulated a burst. It was loud, I dun believe I can ever have such an interior explosion on my own self..

1st scream: Her 1st lucky Dual-combo burst

Night time, happen to drive along Jln Gasing, must be the road I was trying to be a smart-ass an explore short-cuts. Eventually I gave up and took the normal route back, and there it goes, my 1st encounter of dut-dut-dut-dut. Being alone (as in totally alone in car as well as at home) I tot that something wrong with the engine and it's gonna explode or some crap like that. Gawd knows it was the tyre?! It was dark, and I admit to be a coward by not stopping down and check it out, but instead drove slowly back home. Parked in and yea, flat tyre. Gave in a lil sweat by screwing and twisting iron sticks & small nuts for the 1st time ever. Cool, got it change. Next following morning, driving to Subang airport to help a Panjang fren get his passport done. Sri Kembangan, and out of a sudden, dut-dut-dut-dut crap sound again!! I instantly knew it was a flat black ass again. Without any more spares, I made my way to the seek for a tyre shop. Got conned for a brand new tyre..

Cars too have period?

Cars are such great amazement and huge convenience. Only when they are obedient and do wat they are supposed to do, without giving much fuss and agonies.

Throughout my driving careers, I do have my fair share of crappy relationship with cars (i'll address my car as a her from this point onwards). Amazingly, most of them not due to be carelessly or clumsyness. I'll try to express to myself why is she the one that's playing most of the tricks.

One cool general fact regarding me and her, is that we seem to enjoy more and share our "happy" moments when my parents are out-station, overseas, holidays, honey-moons, practically all the moments when i don't feel like destroying their mood and start worrying bout me.

Here comes a series of relationship I had with her..

High School Homo-sapiens

Lately, I've been hooked up kinda frequent with high school frens. Being kinda on-off relation with them, makes me wonder how cool it turns out to be gathered with these cool asses. 1 first thing is that they make u feel like a member instantly. Not a lot of things to talk about, but definitely loadsa physical and nutz incidents to carry out (geez, am I sounding too gay??)

All this arouse 2 weeks ago with a so called "class gathering BBQ party". Well kinda bullshit to be frank with half out of the 15++ people are gals, and gals that I haven lay my eyes on before my whole life. Well still allrite since we went there for the food and most of the gals are unavailable (kinda in a mood for a guy day that night).

The chill of high school hang-out are always the naughty/childish part. We strip each other out either willingly or not, and splashed into the swimming pool.

I learnt a lesson: wear white pants with black undies to a pool-side BBQ and u are up for plenty of show-time.

Smart ass jian actually wore a white pants with black undies and damn that shows. Getting out of the water was a no-no at 1st but when it comes to dragging more ppl down the pool, I gave it a damn. There were so much physical involved that those pictures taken was truly like a gay conference in the pool (deflection restricted the view of our bottom half, making it appearing kinda nude-y). And the fun turn to be heaty as we start planning stripping off ppl's pants in the water. Apparently, being the one suggesting is never a cool thing to do as u will be the 1st target of a so-called plan. I went like "should I give in or let them do it on me?" or "fuck u all I have my dignity!" Well guess I am not that open to strangers around. I kicked and struggled and yea, gym work-outs might be the way out. However I lost a button, a pants button. And the rest of the night, I was holding my pants on the tip like I'm obsessed of touching my lil' willy.

After that we proceed to transform ourselves into dry version. Wholy-cow this tiny classmate of mine is indeed petite. God knows what it looks inside but his pants was pushing up my dick most of the time. What can I say..he likes the feel of something pushing against his willy all the time? Imagine wearing that pants and watch some teen-testosterone flick such as "EuroTrip". Well not really a stimulating movie but still there are effects here and there.

Futsal Chills

I've been hooked up with lotsa futsal sessions lately, 3 times in less than 1 week and a possible extra session tmr. Does this make me a futsal fever fella? Considering I did not even touch football after those hype futsal period almost 2 semesters ago. So wat's the big deal about this small version football that got me fastened on to it. To be frank, it's no big deal. 10 guys chasing after 1 ball seems like basketball, just that we are allowed to kick the ball rather than tossing, throwing, squeezing, and patting the ball with our hands.

4 Futsal Chills:

It's a foot game, not a hand game
We see and hear and definitely know what most people can use their HANDS and do ANYTHING with balls, but using feet? nothing much they can do. Which comes to the point that we can have fun using our legs too. Even though legs can't clutch or grab or have a grip on the wonders of the world (yea those wonders u are thinking right now), feet can have their fair share of fun.

Easy Penetration
Dun get me wrong, in futsal, penetrating the ball is much simpler. With smooth field, softer and supple surface, ain't it everyone's dream to be able to have physical contact with? applies more to guys probably but the fact remains, it's nice to penetrate the ball. Force it through the stick-y stick-y legs will be easier and more pleasurable. It hits the target more accurate without much bump. No restriction to where u place it, it will be reachable..Ain't that cool!

Simple Stimulations
I believe that in futsal, we dont need much stamina and energy to feel the high. Unless u are those that have no faith at all with balls. Everything happens in a glance. And if u place your eyes on those distractions sitting beside the court playing their hair and posing their boobs, u will be easily detected and caught red-eyes, red-faced, and maybe red-ass too being whacked up by the gal's boy. But great thing bout this is with distractions, we play to full concentration, not to impress the chick, but to electrify our nerves knowing there are spectators. Anyway back to balls, the truth is scoring seems much easier and when it starts flowing, it's hard to stop the spree.

Extreme Exhaustion
Is this a chill? Hell yea! u will feel out of order after the game. Well similar to any activity that involves balls. Even my dad gotta admit that when he plays squash using his wooden sticks (those days) hitting a smacking his tiny black balls, it can be damn tiring. Anyone involved in this kinda activity, will feel it heartly..

Dozing off is not peaceful?

Coming out from a meeting that was lengthly and unproductive, makes me fresh! Not during the meeting, but the sense of feeling that the meeting is bout to end. The morning session went fine, with ideas coming out, words and jokes flowing in, and in the end, a result which looks quite special in a way. We intended to create a website for the blinds in pure black and white, kinda gray-scaled to be exact. And with the yellow flower fading into gray-scaled slowly, just can't wait to see how the graphics designer will present it. "True beauty doesn't come from colors, it comes from life.." We wanted the blinds to realize that they are also part of us, and the greatest happiness comes not much from seeing, but feeling..

Back to the point of dozing off. I was sitted striaght opposite the boss today. But that didn't really bother my desire. I had at least 3 encounters today, that I almost gave in to my dreams. I know my eye lips are shutting down. Do I wanna control it? The answer is yes..but should i control it? yes again..but CAN I control it? nah..it's impossible! This speaks at least 50% in the room. The boss obviously can't doze off, Tai lou seems ever steady. But look at Skinny, he's falling like a drunk head. I noticed that boss saw him, that was emberassing, but boss is always steady, he ignored it totally. If I was the boss, it's either knowing the boredom and speed up the meeting, or giving a smile to Skinny. Either way, will all bosses do that?

I came to a point during meeting that i Din pay a shit to the boss's words. Flashing back to a moment when I was driving back from KLIA after picking pa up. It was those 2-3pm sunny hotty sweaty moment. The road was kinda empty but still, it's a highway. Pa was to exhausted from his trip and was snooring his way throughout my drive. Probably influnce by that over-covering-my-music-snoore, I gave in..without knowing..with a fast zoom of motor passing by my side, i opened my eyes..and in front of me, a truck's ass huge and black. I was totally shocked and gave it a huge break. My heart was pounding like nutz as I still hear my dad's continuous snoore. The beat of my heart with his snoore might give a catchy beat to any listener, but crap shit I was freaked out. Pretending nothing happened was all I can do..

Unblind your world

Being in this lil' company "creating websites", 3 of us trainees so-called web programmers, learnt something to be frank..and that's to fill out our office hours doing stuffs that are nothing engineering, nothing electronics, and nothing useless..all we do have purpose, but what purpose amazes my own self. To satisfy the boss? To fulfill client's desire? To please MMU that we are learning something? I believe the correct answer is that we really do learn, in a way that we might not have realized. We learn how to put up with the boss, how to accept his craps and ignorance at times when we so look up to him (I still do respect him for what he've taught me).

I was assigned to the Society of Blind Malaysia, somewhere in Brickfields, to meet a client that the boss himself have never met. I was given no prior briefing on what to gain from the meeting. All was told was a simple sentence,"Go get all information on how they want their website to be done". Well considering the boss was kind enough to accept this charity duty of designing their website for free, I thought of this as a great contribution I can provide to the society. I was amazed. The new colleague that went along with me, both of us stunned to be welcomed by a blind. We were not prepared at all to be dealing with a blind. The meeting went fine, as we got used to the astonishment. It opened our eyes on how smartly these ppl make use of what they have, to compensate and live with what they were facing. It made me kinda sympathy and appreciate what normal actually means..

Hot-conditioning

How bout my strategic location in office. At 1st, I was placed with my monitor facing directly to the boss's sister. So direct it makes my guts shrink when I do any non-office related stuffs. Got my cool break few weeks later as the boss bought in a new pc and we gotta reshuffle. Now, with my back against the wall in a tiny lil' corner of the office, I am suffocating my life here. 1 air cond for the whole office? Still tolerable..Ppl in this office seems to be like Africans taking a break from 30++ degree Sahara dessert life and wanting a 28 degree air cond holiday. Come on! not in here~~Ppl here also seems to be immune to stuffiness and airless situation. The admin gal, is sneezing her way off while i'm like a dog licking hot dogs.

The best place to breathe in the office? the toilet..I can let loose there, discharge whatever that can be released, and also suck in some suprisingly non-stinking toilet oxygen. 1 thing though, whenever the boss goes in the toilet, and u happen to be the next one after him, prepared to do any business in a flood. He seems to have no control on his hose and let it be in command to spray-out. This will explain also why he tries to cover up by flushing so much water on toilet floors. Thus, killing off the enjoyment of my time in the only venue in the office I take full pleasure off. .

The REAL Exposure

The purpose of Industrial Training Programmes:
Expose students to the actual real working environment
Well yea I was exposed, to too much radiation. 2 other monitor's ass are facing straight at me everyday I work. The boss said he feels sorry for my parents, as in the Lee family, for I'm being the only son to seed for more Lee's. I was even told that the radiation from the monitor can go through huge walls, geez..how bout penetrating a fat pig's ass? The side effect? Brain tumor, skin cancer, blah blah..(list goes on).. prostate cancer?! crap! Am I gonna have a mutated child? It sounds scary but true. That's why I buzzing off at the 1st chance to leave this place. The boss is hiring a new graphic designer at the beginning of next month, which happens to be the time we trainee leave. He ask me cutely, to stay for the new gal. We have had glances at the new designer, looks cool and posed, but a couple more weeks just to get to know this gal? And in return risking my lil' brother to be impotence?!

Letting Everything Speaking

Well here goes, after long temptation of not wanting to create my own blog, I couldn't resist it any longer. What's the big deal bout wanting to have possession of my personal blog? Cuz I believe my blog will serve as a recorder that speaks my life.
From my personal life to my training life to my studying life, all I speak is the truth. I might not say it out as it serves to be most genuine to feel what u actually feel. It certain ways, I believe this will open up ppl's eyes, and also slightly trigger some nerves, but the concept remains, what I go through everyday, are entitled to my own personal opinion.
1 thing bout my blog, it's not to impress anyone, not to make any impact on anyone's life. It's serves to fulfill my desires, satisfy my needs, and add 1 more property way under my belt.