Happy 25th Birthday!!

Danneyy!! It's your birthday today!! Have you forgotten?!

Ah, how can I forget when both my parents tooked the efforts to call just to deliver well wishes while I was waiting for a bus at a bus stand. I was really glad to hear from them and told them there's nothing much arranged for me today in my horrible voice that just recovered from the nasty sore throat I had for the past seven days now.

At least I can shout out loud "TWENTY FIVE?!?!?!??!!?!!!!!!!!" years old I mean! Thank God I'm still in my twenties and having said that I think I would find it hard to accept the fact on that day when I leave the twenties and the number turns thirty! It's like it had to come... the nine pulling down the digit three on its left; and both digits a three and a zero flashes.

So, what did I do? Can you believe when I say there's nothing much I did? Well, I went up to Beckett Park Campus to have tea with our Vice Chancellor-- Prof. Simon Lee -- who just moved into his new residence on campus. I guess he had enough of ambushes from students when he's trying out his daily jogs uphill back to his current place -- Kirkstall Brewery, where I and many other students live as well. Students would pour out complains to him about bad internet connections, the noise levels, the English women are like sluts while the men(or boys to be more precise) are too rowdy.

If I were the VC, I think moving to a much more peaceful place with a huge garden pioneered by landscape architecture and design students on campus would be a very lucrative & wise choice. Wouldn't you think so? Well, unless you love to be harrassed with problems that are not of yours every minute of the day and week. VC have a life too... besides seeing you off at your convocation.

So, after having my first mug of Deuscher tradional beer (alas!!!) at Arcadia with the rest of "The Walking Club" members, I got pulled by several friends (from Spain) into going to "The Porn Party" downtown... just because it's my birthday! Live fucking sessions, no censorships, threesome, orgy, fetishes, Amsterdam live in Leeds!!! £4 to get in and for all that... £4!!!! Even before the bouncers let us in, the rest of us guys already pitched tents in our pants (okay, correction, we each only have one tent to pitch. that's exaggerated)

Well? We went in, I saw what I was suppose to see, didn't like it, I got out as it was too smoky, flagged down a cab, and headed home. Here I am now writing about what just happened.

Living in big cities like Kuala Lumpur, Calgary, Toronto, Beijing, I guess there's not much of a difference as you are just an individual and your friends are either that of your colleagues or clients, or your high school buddy. You can't trust nobody out there and that's reality. Not that I'm cheated of fell into somebody's dishonest shit schemes, no, nothing like that. This sexy lass, in her tiny dress her boobs almost spilling out and her nipples are taking a peek while her super mini skirt just wants to reveal the lace of her red thongs in between her tight butt curving towards her forbidden place, came around me and started to dance in front of me hoping I'd take interest in her and therefore take lead. I'm dreaming! This is not happening! "Then she was pressing her ass into my camping ground and oouff, I felt the camp fire was going out of place and the inside of the tent is feeling a little too warm now. Both my arms reached out for a stretch and bended inwards to hold her body and move to the hip-hop beats. Squeezed her boobs for a little and man, aren't they soft and squeezy!! Felt real good. Kept moving and it looked like she didn't mind at all. Soon I found myself pounding her ass... that's just because she was hitting on my tent. Drove me crazy for a while..."

What then? Well... censored la. Just say I got quite a present. Don't even know her name... Will I ever see her again? Maybe never...