Invitation From The Queen

If you haven't noticed, I've not been that horny of late. So lets not talk about sex baby, lets talk about all the other good things that maybe... Lets not talk about sex. And NO! you don't get to ask who it was, a boy has to keep a few secrets!

Sure its a place of worship, but look at the pretty lanterns!

Many years ago I was an innocent student in the Land of the Rising Sun. Hard to believe, but I did frolic beneath the cherry blossoms & wore the sailor boy uniform. But to ensure you that I was (and still am) a cheeky bastard, I did drunkenly sing in the streets until the locals threatened calling the cops…

My fondest memories of Tokyo was with Inabaa & Hiro. Both of them had visited Malaysia as exchange students & they allowed me to decide where I wanted to go. Although many asked the question, more often they would skew it back to what they wanted to show me. “Yes, yes, the temple is nice, but wouldn’t it be nicer to go to a pottery place?” Sure I liked playing with clay, but like too much candy, the placed churned my stomach.

Inabaa & Hiro took me around the town to see the Asakusa Temple, then shopping & followed by buying me lunch. We ate at an okonomi yaki (Japanese savoury pancake) shop where you cooked your own food. We had one made with junk food cooked into it. Sure it tasted bad, and sure it gave me a stomach ache, but it was memorable.

Delicious-ne?

It was really nice to be treat so well by stranger (yes, even an attention whore back then). They were paying it forward because when they were in Malaysia, the Malaysians took good care of them & they wanted to return the favour. Since then I’ve always paid it forward, by playing host to tourists when possible.

Now I extend this invitation to foreign bloggers who come over to Malaysia. Get a free dinner & bad conversation from AJ, bitch queen of everything worth ruling over. If you wanna sample the non-edible local cuisine, surely I’ll oblige. Otherwise, there are no strings attached. The first blogger would have been Clint but he didn’t reply last night. Hrugaar, can't wait to meet ya!

I'm moving, I'm cuming
Can you hear what I hear?
It's calling you my dear
Out of reach
Take me to my beach
I can hear it calling you
I'm cuming, not drowning
Swimming closer to you

All Saints~ Pure Shores