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The Transylvania Tour

An afternoon in Dr. Chan's private clinic, the place reminds me of Transylvania. Designed to impress his select group of clients, the gadgets give an eerie feeling. Could Dr. Chan be Count Vlad Tepes Dracula reincarnated as a specialist surgeon in Hong Kong?

His facial expressions do seem to suggest so; as he pores over the reports just handed to him by his lady assistant. While I wait for him to finish his assessment of the battery of my tests, my eyes rest on the stockings of his lady assistant who obediently stands by his side.

Unable to see under her short skirt, I imagine white cotton panties, probably accompanied by a white wonder-bra. I close my eyes and visualize her on top of me...

I see her dressed in lingerie, her hair neatly tied under a nurse's cap, and a garter belt holding her sexy stockings, she moans and groans as she plays with my love-shaft. Her lips spread wide as our tongues entangle, and she repeatedly whispers, "Bad, dirty, naughty," in my ears.

Just as I am about to undo her bra, my vivid imaginations disperse as soon as Count Chan noisily clears his throat. I open my eyes to see him wave off his lady assistant as if she were an unwanted pet. My eyes follow her busty body as she walks out.

"Not good!" roars Count Chan. Could it be that he was privy to my sexual reverie? "Not good!" He roars again as he tosses the reports on his desk.

"If you want to live, you will have to listen to me and listen to me carefully. Something you haven't been doing all these months!" Count Chan starts pacing across the room.

"You have been drinking and smoking, yes?" He abruptly stops in front of me and looks at me as if I were a drug addict with telltale signs visible in my eyes.

"Look, elephant!" I shout, pointing outside his 16th floor clinic window. He momentarily looks out of the window and then goes back to his chair and sits down. Shaking his head in denial, he begins what ends up to be an hour long gospel mainly addressing my health condition. I pretend to listen, but visions of his lady assistant in lingerie; keep floating in my mind.

Lunch with business associates in Dan Ryan's, I order a bottle of horse pee - Miller Lite. Somehow I am convinced that the mild taste will be devoid of excessive alcohol harmful to my health.

The conversation drifts to the recent news about a couple killed in Ferrari in China. I offer my opinion, which similar to Phil; is that anyone driving at 300 Km/h in China and ending up dead should be laughed at, not cried upon. Does America's Funniest Home Videos accept clips from China? Someone should have filmed the crash.

A pleasant evening and dinner with family, Bert religiously enters his teepee in the garden for his ritual meditations. Three hours later, he emerges and rushes to my study.

"What does it mean if I have erections during meditations?" He asks me, his benevolent master.

I look at him and the bulge of his trousers with wide bemused eyes. Unable to answer this one, I simply end up asking, "What exactly are you meditating upon?"

"Catherine.” He murmurs, and blushing with embarrassment, he looks down.

Is everyone suffering from sexual reverie today?

Cheers!

Doing Business In China - Takeover

An afternoon drive to Dongguan, I am greeted by Luke; my Mainland business partner standing outside the VIP room of Eternal Lotus Chinese Restaurant, which by now serves as our off-site conference room.

"Shanghai people wait fol you welly long!" He forces a smile.

Stepping in, I notice a couple of tall but beautiful girls in their mid twenties, and I realize that Luke must have invited them as escorts to keep us merry. On the far end of the table, two fat circus clowns occupy the best Feng Shui seats in the room. Who says communists are atheists?

Following formal introductions, the message from fat Shanghainese asses is clear - "We want to invest in your factory. We want to expand it all the way north and even west."

Any place up north, beyond Shan Tou (Xantau), our second factory, sends shivers down my spine. Nonetheless, I raise a toast and smile. Food and drinks follow as two (supposedly) Shanghainese escorts hug me unashamedly on my each side. How would Alex-Horny-Ho, the democrat jailed in Dongguan, when caught with a prostitute; feel if he saw me now?

In a vain attempt to impress me, one of the Shanghainese clown asks me:

"Who do you think will win? Bush or Kerry?"

I yawn. "Now that Jiang has apparently lost his monkey powers, will the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) perform better?"

Ayuka Fujisaki

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The Topless Dame!

Front Pose - popup image or album - Very gently, she removed her bra...

Side Pose - popup image or album - Engrossed in thoughts, she kept waiting for you...

Topless - popup image or album - Still engrossed in thoughts, she decided to put on sexy lingerie to seduce you..."

Shouldn't the fun begin?

Cheers!

Mid Autumn Festival

The Stories of Sheung Ngo Pun Yuet (Cantonese) or Sheung Ngo goes to the moon (English)

There are many versions of the story associated with the legends of Mid Autumn festival, or as known as Chung Chau in Cantonese. Chau is autumn, and Chung means the mid or middle. Chung Chau means the middle of autumn, which starts from the seventh month and lasts until the ninth month of the lunar calendar.

The most prominent version of the story has it that in ancient times there were 10 suns, making it unbearably hot due to absence of night. Therefore a brave but tyrannical ruler Hau Ngai (Mandarin = Hou Yi) shot down 9 suns with his bow and arrows.

In return, he was granted the elixir of immortality. But his wife, Sheung Ngo (Mandarin = Chang E), didn't want the people to suffer forever under the tyranny of Hau Ngai. And therefore, she drank the elixir herself. Upon drinking the elixir, Sheung Ngo then floated to the moon, and now is believed to live eternally on the moon.

According to a second version of the story, a king named Hau Ngai (Mandarin = Hou Yi) was infatuated by the beauty of a young girl named Sheung Ngo (Mandarin = Chang E).

Hau Ngai asked the girl to live in his palace so that he could visit her whenever he wanted. Even though Sheung Ngo lived in the palace, she did not like Hau Ngai and so kept to herself without uttering a single word. Hau Ngai tried to impress Sheung Ngo by lavishing her with many expensive gifts, but Sheung Ngo was unmoved.

Like every other girl in those times, Sheung Ngo believed that a god lived on the moon, who when appeased; promised beauty, marriage, and fertility. Sheung Ngo also worshipped the full moon every month by burning incense, wax candles, and offering fruits and flowers.

During one such full moon of the eighth month of lunar calendar, Hau Ngai visited Sheung Ngo with three magical pills given to him by the palace priest. The pills were supposed to guarantee immortality, and Hau Ngai wanted Sheung Ngo to share the pills with him so that they could live forever.

Sheung Ngo didn't want to live with Hau Ngai forever and so for the first time she spoke to him and asked to see all three pills. When Hau Ngai gave her the pills, she consumed all three pills and then floated to the moon. Now it is believed that Sheung Ngo eternally lives on the moon with an old man (the moon god) and his pet, a bunny.

Legends aside, like every other festival on planet earth, Mid Autumn or Chung Chau has its origins in the calendar system or more precisely the farmer's calendar. All calendars mainly identify time and seasons on our planet with relation to solar system objects, especially the sun and the moon.

The Pyramid Meditations - Death

"I know you are not feeling well and I don't want to disturb you, but what is the significance if I see my own death during my meditations?"

A humble Bert stood by my bedside two days ago and asked me the above question.

Of lately, Bert has matured and he isn't disturbing me a lot since he started his meditations. Therefore, I decided that it was time to guide Bert to some real meditation, albeit, with Bert-proof ideologies.

"Feelings of death during meditation..." I put on master-like facial expressions, "is symbolic of losing one's negative traits."

"You are emerging! Breaking through the clouds of ignorance! And are finally on a true path..." I took a deep breath.

Soon Bert's hawk-like expressions changed to benign, and his countenance beamed.

"You mean I am almost there, right?" Bert could hardly contain his excitement.

"Not yet!" I poured cold water on his enthusiasm. "Now you are in the second stage. A stage where you have to meditate upon yourself! Argue with yourself! Counter question yourself! Investigate who you really are and what you really want to do."

A heavy dose… Looking at puzzlement on his face, I realized I had given him a heavy dose. But, that is the basic of any meditation. At least the ones I have been through.

"And," I continued, "Do all that mentally. From today, you will keep quiet and not utter a single word from 08:30 p.m. until you go to bed."

A bit confused, a bit puzzled, Bert nodded in agreement and left me in peace by saying "yes master."

Well, he is exploring and I am resting. Win-win situation, if you ask me.

Cheers!

Model Of The Week

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Even If I Die, The Contests Must Go On...

And so, here are the results for September, Model of the Week - third week. A total of 636 votes were cast.

The results are as follow:

Yue Ya Ya (album), Chinese, is the Model of the Week with 285 votes.

There can be no doubts... Fishnet wins!

Yoon Shi Hwa (album), Korean, is the first runner up with 207 votes.

Even totally nude lost to fishnet. What gives?

Finally, Mizuho Enomoto (album), Japanese, finishes as the second runner up with 144 votes.

Shouldn't have covered herself with that garment. Yes?

For this week, we have... Chinese, Japanese, and Thai:

Irene Fah (album), Chinese, seduces us out in the open. Albeit, from behind a camouflage.

Megumi Kagurazaka (album), Japanese, happily reveals to us all that nature has given her. And nature has given her a lot!

Pae Watcharaporn (album), Thai, just wants it. And wants it bad! With "porn" as part of her last name, there can be no doubts that she can be extremely wild in bed.

Well, as usual, votes have already started pouring in. Continue...

Cheers!

You can vote once in a 24 hour cycle until next week, meaning once everyday.

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Shit Happens

Further to my hospitalization couple of months ago, I thought I would enjoy life before November; when I go back for further surgeries.

However, health deities (whoever they may be) have decided that I cannot have so much fun.

Yes, I am suffering serious health problems since two or three days and therefore unable to post anything at See Lai.

Nonetheless, regular posting and girlies will resume later tonight or tomorrow.

Hope y'all are having fun, and in the meantime, hit the archives or the albums on the left side bar.

Cheers!

Killer Fact

Local (expat) blogger Harry Hutton has set up his new site - Killer-Fact.Com. You might also want to check out his blog.

Worth a read! In fact worth a regular daily visit, the site tends to answer questions like:

"Does Catholic church allow women to have casual sex?"

"Is Castro really castrated?"

"Monica Lewinsky - Was she HIV positive?"

"The role of white mice vs. Viagra."

And so on... Jokes aside, the site really has a lot of killer facts that we were unaware about.

I enjoy the site daily. I am sure that you will too!

Cheers!

Anna Takamizawa

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Nude Parade Continues...

Swimming - popup image or album - It was cold and she decided to swim with some clothes on...

Topless - popup image or album - Eager and desperate, she sat there waiting for someone to come and bonk her...

Nude - popup image or album - Since no one turned up, this time she went to the beach and started seducing everyone around. "Perhaps," she thought... "perhaps someone will come and bonk?"

So, are you headed to the beach?

Note: Even this story sucks. But what the hell! I am not feeling well since two days, so I guess the pictures will make up for the piss-poor stories.

Cheers!

The Pyramid Meditations

Further to our plans of playing pranks with Bert, I realized that involving living people as representatives from Bert's past life was a bit dangerous. After all, it is difficult to convince everyone to act along. Besides, I didn't want my wife or Catherine to challenge me; and therefore I decided upon imaginary people:

"Do you see that old lady in the corner?" I pointed behind Bert's right ear and Bert suddenly turned around.

"No Ron, I don't see anyone!"

Neither did I see anyone, but that was beside the point. A quiet corner next to the living room bar, only a huge flower vase stood there with no one around. As soon as Bert turned back and looked at me, I nodded and waved at the vase; prompting Bert to again turn around.

"What about those two men in that corner?" I pointed at a distant corner beyond a group of kids and guests being entertained by my family and Catherine, who were oblivious to Bert and my conversation.

As Bert hopelessly looked around, I put a finger on my lips and dragged Bert to my study. Fixing a strong Jack Daniel's for Bert, I lit a cigarette while waiting for Bert to ask the expected question:

"Ron, who are these people you keep seeing around?"

"Not people, trapped souls."

"You mean ghosts?" Bert was visibly shaken...