Water sports never give me a bore. Better, if that that particular water stuff I am about to do goes to the edge and extreme. How bout that? Anyway, conclude everything - I’ll do anything for fun sake! Pool party was not extreme but still wet and fun, thanks to the bestest buddies of mine having fun altogether there. Of course, the edgier fun times were during the first times white water-rafting and canoe-ing.
Wakeboarding is what I call a serious play. Oh well, must be the fact that doing this with wacko-fun-loving-loon galfriends of mine, none other than Weips and Eugenie made all the sessions mighty fun! And of course, the sun and water add to the combos, and having those great joy in our fancy string bikinis…? Why not? *grinz*
Then again, since the last time I went, I realized injuries sustained everytime I progress to do more stunts are getting worse and more painful. Ow man, must be the the big TWO (20+) tagging along my age… I remember back in high school after everytime we did something strenuous, I could still manage the same back on both feet the very next day. This time around, however… * pffth! *
Nevertheless, I’m still up for this sorta stuff! So whoever’s going, do ring me up along!
oOo man, boarding sports are just great. Notice the designs are cool too
That’s my wacko galfriend, Weips there! The back of the head belongs to our lovely-and-also-another-goof instructor Gary…
Hmm…this is Gary in the front and as u can see, he’s not bound to any board. How neat is that?
Surfing the wake.
Told’ya - what’s more joy than chilling out in string bikinis?
Haha! happiness! Nothing beats the fact of having such great people around and doing great stuff with great friends. That’s me, Weips and Eugenie.
Oh, and before I forget… yesterday we celebrated Meng Wah’s birthday, the one next to me…
Happy 22nd birthday, Angelyn Tan Meng Wah!
It’s the Chinese New Year and as usual, young and mega-hyper people like us will go bai-nien (visiting) to friends’ houses and chat with their parents, at the same time get the angpows (red packets), gamble a bit here and there, “so we can cheat our friends’ $ $”. According to my cheeky Tuanku Adrian, “Friend don’t cheat friend one, but can cheat friend’s money”. Basically, we cannot lie to our friends, but when we hoi-toi (open table? literally but it’s just another way of saying gamble on the table), we can wallop their money. *grinz!*
Something that I realized was how really really fast time flies… When thoughts were recollected to the moments we first started to go bai-nien on ourselves (without mummy daddy) was way back in 1999. I was 15! Now what? It’s been 6 years already? It just got me startled when I introduced friends and chimui-hengtais to Mom…
“Mom, meet … Russia, ah, this one… went to Melbourne, she ar… going to Sydney ‘dy, Oh, he came back from Canada… That fella? O,just came back last week… from Auckland…”
Rain’s in the States and Jay’s who’s going to Canada too sometime in August. And Caryn is cold in Aberdeen…
Get the picture? Way back in time, we were lil’ kids from the same school, or at least… from the same tuition or from schools from the same district. And a coupl’a days ago, I just realized so many of us are starting to depart by time and distance. I guess only effort and love for each other keep us together, not forgetting each other and preserving the great moments in much earlier days still vivid in our minds. Eh! Actually… thanks to technology=webcam, mic, Skype, Internet, blogging, etc., etc., staying in touch with friends in a distance is not so difficult anymore lah. schweeeet I love my friends and chimuis!!!
Waaaaah! Khar Yan went off to Sydney already!!! WAAAAAAAH! Oh man, I am so gonna miss her!
The chimuiz- (fr L-R) Christine, me, KY, Adeline and the Tuanku who owns all his Dayangs, Adrian
This pic is just cutely mis-”clicked”. The usual Adrian’s face who looked semi-drunk and the stoned Danny and sleepy Khar Yan at the back… hmmm….
Sisterhood creates that certain bond no one can break… That’s my sister there, Liew Khar Yan… already in Sydney. *sob*
Oww man! The big day’s in two days time! And yes, I did not get a new top or new pants. Nothing in mind though, but I did think of having a new tattoo. However, when I told mom this great idea, somehow she did not think it was great afterall… I think she almost went berserk till I went “Hah! Gotcha! Kidding le mom! Chill out…” She got me a pair of shoes anyway… At least there’s still something “new” right?!
This is a 3-part story depicting the big-but-cowardly, the blunt follower and the rationally-fixed natures of people on the face of the Earth.
Once there was a girl LuLu with a pesky lil’ girly-friend LaLa who promised to matchmake Macho with Lulu. One day when they heard that the girl from the cheerleading squad, Choy Leng was flirting with Lulu’s yummy guy Macho, Lala said, “Slap that bitch la, should do that just now marr! kick her stomach! or should just scratch her cheeks! I’ll back you up man!” So, Lulu happily went and slapped, pinched and did some no-shadow-kicks just to find out the cheerleader was some iron-lady and she whacked Lulu in the head and when Lulu almost fainted, she realized her apparent-pesky-lil’ LaLa left her to bleed inside out and ran away and hid in the longkang?!
This is Part 1: Happily conned
Now Lulu knows that LaLa is actually quite a coward. So she told her another good friend, Pai Mia about her tragic case and blamed everything on LaLa. Every hour also have to listen to Lulu. PaiMia, being a know-it-all kinda girl, told Lulu that LaLa’s like that since the beginning. No point whining and blaming LaLa. She also told Lulu that she could get Macho’s attention by introducing herself to him and talk and get to know him better.
On the other hand, Lulu was still whining bout her knockout to Lala. Lala told Lulu that she’d lost in the fight because Lulu didn’t slap ChoyLeng with her left hand, therefore failing to knock ChoyLeng down first. However, little did Lulu know, Lala was actually getting quite close to Choy Leng and Macho discreetly. hmm??
Obviously this is Part 2: Happily whining… and still conned a lil’ bit here and there lah.
PaiMia somehow knew about Lala’s bullshit and all. So what? PaiMia went and told Lulu to work her own way with Macho and don’t believe in whatever Lala promises. Lulu still listens to Lala when Lala asked her to act like a butterfly in front of Macho to impress him. *pfffth*
Then one fine day, Lulu and PaiMia saw LALA WITH MACHO man! PaiMia, being very pai-mia (misfortuned) this time, had to listen to Lulu whine and whine and whine non-stop till today bout how her pesky la-la friend managed to con silently both Choy Leng and herself into getting Macho.
Part 3: The End of it all… Happily conned and still whining
- This story is merely a representation. Usually, most of the people are Lulu(s) - being conned and getting empty promises for all kinda shit. AND still being quiet about it and conveniently but uncomfortably kena conned by the Lala(s).
- PaiMia(s) are usually the people whom the Lulu(s) pour their neverending complaints to. However, when they actually ask the Lulu(s) to present a formal/proper complaints to the authority (in this case probably Macho has that resemblance), they are often pushed aside.
- Oh well, basically I guess the Lala(s) are a more streetwise person? I mean… seriously, how else can I describe these kind of people?
It’s the 20th Chinese New Year for me! OMG OMG OMG! I’m all so excited! It’s the whole week of holidays with friends and family. Hugging dad this morning was so different too. hmm…
Then again, it must be those feelings that keep creeping into me whenever my closest friends leave to foreign countries, whether migrating or furthering studies, thus having those funniest fun moments left only as fragments in my memory chamber. *bleagh* I’m leaving too! June 7th at 7.30pm. SEVEN-THIRTY in the evening?! Somehow, I’ve got this feeling that my departure ain’t gonna be so grand like Rain’s or Peter’s or Christ’s or KY’s… first of all, most of my friends have already left M’sia. Worse, flight’s at some odd time. Godfather’s working for sure, my baby boys over in MMU have began their new trimester, and now that I know Chia Yee and Co. have the CRAZIEST timetable for their new sem, I doubt anyone else besides my dear family members and (probably Ade) would come, wave their hands and say how much they’re gonna miss me when I ain’t around as I go down the escalator towards the gates. Bitterness.
“Woman, stop being dramatic now.”
Earlier, I wanted to continue the previous post with my girly chat, but I think it was too long for a read. So I’m back here to continue what I’ve left.
Having to get into the topic already, one of our girlfriends who has a particularly conservative background said, “I think no one will know how good sex is until after marriage”. Anyway, the summarised transcript went about like this…
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(initials were used for pseudo-anonymity purpose)
N: Nah! u think everyone’s that “pure” as u? Still thinking it’s a scum to have sex before marriage?
EE: ay, I think many parents can accept if their child had sex, then get married, even though some may not excourage this practice thoroughly.
SL: Huh? I know… but don’t get “too deep”. Just surface.
K n EE: too deep? (blankness; look left and up on the ceiling)
SL: erm… yea… just… (see? her conserved shyness) control la… don’t.. er.. or… erm… don’t get to the bottom la!! (then went covering her face)
K: ha? u mean… it’s ok to expose the chest and breasts, n then get all high n all… n thatsit? just right there? You WILL do that? and u think the guy will ALSO agree to stop there?
SL: YA LA!
N: what?! Then might as well don’t even start.
EE: yea lo! walau! Potong stim la! (potong stim=stimulation breakage)
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So there was a point we put “having sex” procedurally. Let’s say there are 4 stages of intimacy. The summary goes:-
Stage 1: Face-2-face contact, smooching and all
Stage 2: Fondling + displacement of clothes with bare hands.
Stage 3: Total bareness (SL subdivided this to top-bareness and bottom-bareness)
Stage 4: Creating depth (aka total engagement or penetration)
While most of us conceptualized having sex is like an all-or-nothing kinda action, SL shared her opinion that if we’d “suddenly” don’t feel like it, then it’s ok to stop at ANY stages.
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EE: n u think that the guy will be sooooo ok when u just go “OKAY! we’re at stage 3! that’s enough!”
SL: erm… yea? then… if we did it, what if I regret?
K: ha?! so u think u’ll regret AFTER u do him? n u didn’t think that the guy might regret that u n he had even started it BEFORE? Then for goodness sake, if u even have this kinda thoughts, don’t even get to stage 2, alright?!
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We put every possible sentences in any possible scenario (use your imaginations ok?) and it was hillarious. Really, since this was the girlfriends’ chat, we are in the feminist point of view. While some of us do think that there may be an awkward aura or an oddity protracting in the atmosphere by stopping at any stage (especially at stage3 at any sub?!?! funny…), there are girls like SL who probably think the guys do not mind at all if the girls would have just “terminate the mission”.
This is one issue that will always get into the subject of intimacy between pairs. Questions like “how far will u take your relationship?”, “will u do this for him/her?”, “so long still haven’t ar? walauweh…”, etc., etc. will occasionally challenge the state of mind of the couples and make them wonder about the journey with their other halves.
By the way, I have got a reply for the issue on the bummer case. Wa, talk about the customer service in M’sia. *giggles* Check this out!
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