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The Embarrassing Fiasco

An impromptu afternoon appointment with Count Chan (Dr. Chan), I had aggressively decided to get closer to Count Chan's sexy lady assistant, Brenda.

Being overly polite to Count, I remarked how lucky he was to have such a beautiful and nice lady assistant help him. Count's face beamed and I knew that I had showered the right praise.

Soon after Brenda left Count and me in his 'inspection room,' almost jokingly I told Count - "You know, before I go to the hospital, I would definitely like to bonk sexy skirts."

"What?" Count was a bit puzzled. Perhaps, he couldn't associate the hidden meaning of the word "bonk."

"Sexy skirts." I pointed at Brenda who was in other part of the clinic but still visible through the glass panes. "I would like to lay her." I tried to be more direct, assuming that man to man, he won't mind.

For a while Count's face darkened and I could see faint traces of anger in his eyes. But soon he smiled. Almost cackling with laughter, he patted my forehead and said, "Ron, in this life you won't be able to have her."

"Ah ha, you sly fox, has she been laid..." and after a pause I added, "by you?"

"Yes Ron, Brenda is my wife."

Wild Bonking Elephants! If I could, at that very moment I would have vanished out of his clinic window like Spiderman. Instead, I sincerely apologized and told Count that I was extremely sorry.

"Never mind. I am glad that you think she is beautiful." Count's face no longer registered anger or embarrassment, as he continued examinations on the human body I was hanging in. On the other hand, I wanted to faint right there and then! Unable to do so, I lay there with my eyes closed.

"County, you could have told me earlier," I thought. Damn! Who would have thought that a 20 something year old lady would be a wife of a 55 year old clown? And to think he is also one of the surgeons who will operate on me! I hope he doesn't have a vengeful heart.

Half an hour later and apologizing almost a dozen more times, I left his clinic. He didn't mind and in fact for the first time accompanied me to the lift lobby. He was still laughing when the elevator doors closed. A bit angry, behind the closed doors of the elevator, I made a "Up Yours" sign, Italian style.

A thirsty camel chased out of private oasis! That is how I really felt. So there folks! No Brenda, and definitely no chance of a bonk.

Cheers!

Yaya Kozuki

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The Sexy Seductress!

Front Pose - popup image or album - A lady moves into your neighborhood, and starts seducing everyone around.

Topless - popup image or album - Every morning she plays with herself right outside in her front garden. Neighborhood men crowd at the fence of her garden...

Back Pose - popup image or album - Finally, one day she calls you to her house to help her out with some chores.

Go ahead and enjoy!

Note: Soon I will be setting up the Model of the Year contest (probably by second week of December). However, I will at least introduce three more models for this year (probably day after tomorrow), before I round up models for 2004.

Cheers!

Stairway To Heaven

Late in the evening, I find Mrs. Ng and my wife in the living room. Tears rolling down their eyes, they look at me. A shiver runs down my spine. Could Catherine have committed suicide? Did Bert finally go insane?

Soon the answer materializes in form of a wild gesture as both of them ask me to move away from the huge TV screen as I am blocking their view.

Sitting next to them, I see a man who looks like a well-dressed plumber who is holding a lady in his arms. And the lady's face looks like she could be a refugee from North Korea. Fully dressed, the couple is seated inches away from the waves on a beach, which by the way looks quite odd. But not as odd as the background music, which is reminiscent of some state leader's funeral ceremony. 

During the commercial break, Mrs. Ng and my wife engage in intense discussions about the TV serial, and that is when I realize that they are watching Stairway to Heaven - A Korean soap opera dubbed in Cantonese and broadcast on TVB Jade (local Chinese channel in Hong Kong).

I gather from their discussion that the lead actress (heroine) is dying from cancer and the lead actor (hero) is extremely sad. Tonight is the final episode of the show and with only 15 minutes left, the heroine is about to die.

Her eyes still tearful, Mrs. Ng remarks to my wife about how romantic and touching the set and the scene is - "What could be better than to die in the arms of your lover on a beach?" My wife agrees. I take the opportunity and point out that after she dies, it would be very convenient for the plumber-looking character to throw her body in the sea and walk away. My joke is not well received!

As soon as the commercials end and the show resumes, as if on cue, tears return in Mrs. Ng and my wife's eyes. I walk over to the living room bar and select a box of scented tissues. A touch of romance, even in our living room, would make the evening perfect. As an afterthought, I even light scented candles and place them around strategic positions in the living room.

As expected, the heroine dies in the arms of the plumber and without wasting a second, I hand over a couple of tissues to both Mrs. Ng and my wife.

While I watch them try and wipe their eyes, I am struck by irony - Here I am crying out loud in pain and agony every night, and regularly puking blood every morning since last couple of months. However, not even a single tear has been shed (so far) by either Mrs. Ng or my wife.

And here on TV is some North-Korean-refugee-lookalike lady dying in some plumber's arms, and Mrs. Ng and my wife are leaking like a faucet (tap). I feel like I should remind Mrs. Ng and my wife that in real life, that Korean actress must be pretty healthy and still very much alive. But I refrain myself.

I mean we all know it is a drama right? So what is it about such soap operas with tragic ends, and the mother of them all - Titanic, that makes most women mortgage their common sense and wisdom? And what about those of us who really might have tragic deaths? Do we really have to die to make them cry?

My only thoughts at the moment - This really is a cruel world!

Cheers!

The Jealous Woman

A man is but a mere possession of a woman's fantasy. -- Ron Bach

While the Thanksgiving feast and party was great with more than 50 people including family, friends, and guests enjoying, something unexpected almost screwed up the party.

Mrs. Ng, our lovely and sexy neighbor (though now almost like a family member), hugged Bert and gave him a deep throat kiss (yes more than lip to lip), or that is what it looked like.

"This is for all these beautiful dishes you have prepared today." She continued kissing Bert and then said, "I have never met Mr. Cordon Bleu in my life. Today I have."

While the guests, my wife, and I clapped in appreciation for Bert, Catherine threw her platter on the floor and stormed back to her room (guest room). Luckily, Catherine's parents, who were also invited, specifically to exhibit Bert's culinary skills, were enjoying themselves in the garden; serving themselves with other elderly guests. And therefore they were not privy to what happened.

As a host who has thrown countless parties and witnessed countless odd scenes, I simply signaled my maid to clean the mess on the floor and continued encouraging everyone as if nothing had happened. The easiest way to screw up a party is to confront a neurotic woman, in this case Catherine, right in front of everyone.

Ten minutes after the party almost returned to normal, and everyone continued enjoying, I checked on Catherine's parents in the garden. They were having fun and also praised Bert.

Back inside, I quietly apologized to Mrs. Ng and dragged Bert to the living room bar.

"Ron, I am sorry," quacked Bert. "She (Catherine) shouldn't have done this, at least out of respect for you. I could have talked it over with her later..."

"Forget it. How was the kiss?  Like the taste?" I have experienced regularly, but I was more interested in finding out how Bert felt.

A very blushing and embarrassed Bert smiled. Blood pouring in his cheeks, he looked with mesmerized eyes at his drink...

Reon Kadena

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The Grateful Dame!

Introduction - popup image or album - You see a desperate girl with torn clothes on the road, and out of sympathy, bring her home.

"I have nothing, no one, and nowhere to go." She says, as she removes her top. Suddenly, a thought crosses your mind and you are more than interested in sorting out her problems...

Action - popup image or album - Soon she jumps out of her (torn) clothes, and waits for you on the bed. Throughout the night, you bonk your brains out...

Reaction - popup image or album - When you wake up, she is gone. But you find her playing in your garden, albeit, dressed in nothing but your sheets.

Yes, she loves cloth(es).

Damn, the story sucks. But I need some sleep before I can do any better. At least the girlies are out and back, thanks to the kind souls.

Note: While I kept my promise and did not play any pranks with Bert during last night's feast, some serious incidents happened (between Catherine and Bert) thanks to Mrs. Ng. I am still trying to calm everyone (concerned) down. Seems Bert has this natural attraction for troubles. More about all that later...

Cheers!

Happy Thanksgiving!

For most Americans, Thanksgiving is on fourth Thursday of November (for Canadians it is second Monday of October).

Anyway, throughout the year we have laughed at Bert. However, today I have nothing but praise for him. Since 07:00 am today morning, Bert has been busy with turkeys (notice: plural as we are having a huge feast tonight with lots of guests invited), and he even decided to take a day off.

If anyone can thaw, stuff, roast, carve, or grill a turkey, Bert can! He has been at it all day long, and he also cooked the side dishes. My wife, Mrs. Ng, Catherine, and my maids are so impressed by him that they can't stop praising him.

Even I am impressed. And so, in tonight's party, I promise I will not make fun of Bert and neither play any tricks on him. May Bert be with us on every Thanksgiving Day. He is simply wonderful and I mean it!

I hereby declare his crime (of being interested by Queer Eye) totally forgiven.

Well, Happy Thanksgiving everyone and I want to take the opportunity to thank all See Lai readers for supporting me and this site and all the care and concern you have always showered. Y'all are great. Thank you.

Time to bring out the Cornucopia and enjoy!

Cheers!

Gates To Heaven

If there is one person on this planet who will most definitely go to heaven, then he is none other than Bill Gates.

Single handedly, he has achieved what most priests and fakirs are unable to do - force people to pray!

Yessire, Bill Gates has forced millions upon millions of people to pray to Jesus, Yahweh, Allah, Buddha, or what have you. Even atheists start worshipping the divine principles of the Supreme Universe, thanks to Bill. Such is the power of Bill's Plug and Pray operating systems when computers running Microsoft Windows simply fuck up in your face for no particular reason!

7,200 virgins for Bill in heaven for leading desperate souls to "God!"

Well folks, while I switched over to Unix based systems, the girlie and model of the week pictures were still on Windows XP server. Yesterday afternoon, for no particular reason, the server (again) decided to buckle up on me. As a result, I am unable to update the models (yet), and have seriously started praying.

Apart from pictures, I have also lost a very good introduction to one of my friend's new web site as well as some very classic button designs.

These are the times when I want to stand up and say, "Yes, I am a believer!"

Seriously, a question for the technical genius and kind hearted souls out there - If the processor light does not come on and even if the monitor does not receive a signal when you start the server (everything else inside the box including the hard disks seem to be working fine), what could be wrong? RAM, CPU, Motherboard, or BIOS? Many thanks in advance. Girlies depend upon it.

Cheers!

Chien Zhou

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She Wants Sex!

Introduction - popup image or album - She likes to shag...

Desperate - popup image or album - Always itchy between her legs, she always wants someone to bonk (her)...

Wild - popup image or album - If no one comes around, she starts playing with herself. Yes, she can be wild.

What say you? Note: Models change tomorrow, so hurry up.

Cheers!

Lingerie

Lingerie is the most uneconomical dress for a woman. However, women like it!

I see it as waste of money, as it only stays on for about an hour. That is, if the foreplay even lasts that long.

I say nothing is better than a huge towel, strategically tied around; so that the cleavage shows. What else could be more practical?

Cheers!

Divine Intervention

Scene: Late Friday night in the garden

A gentle knock on the study door and I knew it was Bert. As usual, I switched to Yahoo News and let Bert in.

"Ron, the dogs have started liking my new teepee and sit inside with me." Bert was clearly distressed, but I was amused by this new development.

"As long as they don't bother you, continue your meditations." I tried to dismiss the entire affair.

"They even pee inside my teepee, and the stench is horrible." Bert continued his defense.

"That is territory marking," I explained to Bert and continued, "as long as they have their own place inside your teepee, they will soon stop doing that."

However, immediately after saying it, a flash of genius crossed my mind - Bert, his past life mother and siblings, meditations, teepee, Orion star system, dog(s), and alignment of star systems over Bert's head! (I recommend you at least click last three links to see a connection.)

The story was falling into place all by itself! As if divine intervention was helping me along with Bert. And therefore, I decided to make it a grand story for Bert.

The other divine help is that we have three dogs - Beethoven (German Shepherd), Cookie (Maltese), and Monkey (Toy Poodle). Don't misunderstand. While we got Beethoven and Cookie from pure breeders, Monkey is a refugee dog where his previous owners couldn't have him. But being Hong Kong Chinese, they gave him a stupid name - Money. However, Monkey (Money) used to bark a lot and I used to end up shouting - "Fuck you Money, Get lost Money, etc."  Realizing that I was indirectly and unconsciously cursing my own wealth, I then decided to change his name to 'Monkey'. He doesn't realize the difference.

Anyway, stepping outside with Bert into the garden and approaching his teepee, even I could smell the stench. However, it wasn't time for stench solutions, but time for the perfect drama that has ever played out in my garden...

"Holy Fucking Shit!" I exclaimed as I looked at the dogs inside the teepee, looked at the teepee, and looked above at the skies (the last link above - 'dogs' will give you an idea of what I meant).

"What is it Ron?" Bert, as usual, was getting overly anxious, and nervous.

Instead of answering him, I continued looking at all objects and moved around in the garden. Bert kept following me. Once again I pointed at all the objects and then pointed at the skies exclaiming, "Man!"

Bert was getting really worked up and so I asked him, "don't you see it?"

"What?"

Kei Mizutani

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The Unfortunate Dame!

Front Pose - popup image or album - She was feeling cold, but she had lost her clothes. Probably some pervert took them away while she was swimming...

Side Pose - popup image or album - She tried to warm herself under the setting sun...

Nude - popup image or album - Finally she applied sand all over her body to keep herself warm.

Won't you go and give her some clothes? Or else, she can't go home.

Guys, I am running out of imagination for picture stories. Kindly do help and create your own.

Cheers!

Yet Another Chapter...

Thursday afternoon at Count Chan's clinic, and I realize that his lovely and sexy lady assistant is back. Should have brought Bert along.

Seated opposite Count Chan and stealing glances at his lady assistant's short skirt, I wonder whether she is putting on white panty or black. One way to find out is by spilling coffee in front of her; and watch her clean up while standing at her back. If lady luck really likes me then perhaps there could be no panties when she bends.

My thoughts are shattered as Count Chan roaringly clears his throat and barks in a thunderous tone, "So you have decided to delay your hospitalization."

Like a deer shivering in front of a lion, I timidly nod and say "yes."

"This is unbelievable." In his usual style, Count Chan starts pacing across the room. Like an actor from some theater company, he abruptly stops in the center, turns around, and resumes his dialog - "You are making a big mistake. Yes, a big mistake, a big mistake." He repeats over and over again as if I were some naughty kid losing out on candy rewards.

Going back to his chair, he sits down, closes his eyes, and broods for a while. I look at the lady assistant and nervously smile. She smiles back. Obediently standing like a dog, she avoids sitting on a nearby couch. Damn! What color panties?

I am caught unawares as Count Chan starts again. "We can't delay this surgery. You are lucky that you can receive a liver. People in general hospitals wait for years and can't even have one. "And," he continues, "don't worry, within three weeks, you will be out and fine."

"Bullshit!" I bang both my fists on his desk. "Bullshit!" I repeat. "Within three weeks, you will be out and fine," I mimic him. Looking at the startled faces of Count Chan and his lady assistant, I realize that I must be out of control. Nonetheless, I give him a piece of my mind, albeit, shouting out loud:

"Survival rates vary between 84 to 63% (1 to 7 years respectively), graft or liver survival rates vary between 81 to 50% (1 to 7 years respectively). The surgery will probably last for 5 hours if no complications, and post surgery I will have less immunity (500 white blood cell count) compared even to an AIDS patient (2,000 white blood cell count), and it will take a long time before I regain the normal immunity (5,000 ~ 10,000 white blood cell count) provided I don't die from infections via bacteria or fungal form! So what you are saying County, (I really addressed him that) is BULLSHIT!"

I finish the coffee in one go, bang the mug, and sit down. Now it is Count Chan's turn to look timid and nervous. In a soft voice he asks me, "are you consulting anyone else Ron?"

"No, but I have some exceptionally great friends in world's best medical center (thanks Glenn and Gabriel), who give it to me upfront and do not take me for fairy rides."

No one speaks for the next 3 to 5 minutes, and one look at the lady assistant, she carries the frightened expressions of a person who would be glad to immediately resign rather than be in that room.

After a while, Count Chan nods as he speaks, "OK Ron, we can delay until January. But I cannot guarantee that you will have the transplant on your specified time. These things have to be arranged and it is tough, you know. Of course I will charge you for canceling all arrangements so far. But do you want to reconsider?"

He looks at me expectantly. Without wasting a second, I stand up and tell him, "Start preparing for January." Two minutes, and I am out of his place. Perhaps, now his lady assistant and I will never be able to bonk. Too bad.

Back home, I see Bert giving final touches to his second teepee. Yes, I have (again) forgiven him. Catherine and Mrs Ng are standing nearby, watching Bert. As soon as I reach them, Mrs Ng fondles my hair, "You better take some medicine otherwise you will suffer from flu (influenza)."

"What? How do you know?"

"Hair. Your hair. Our hair gives out one of the first signs of how our body is feeling."

What the fuck? But hours later her prediction came true. Amazing! Looks like Mrs Ng is smarter than Count Chan.

Cheers!

Reiko Hayama

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The Sluttish Girlfriend!

Front Pose - popup image or album - Eager for a bonk, she goes to the beach...

Side Pose - popup image or album - Eager to impress everyone around, she starts playing...

Nude - popup image or album - After bonking every Tom, Dick, and Harry at the beach, she returns home and sits naked. Her tricks are cunning, her boyfriend will never realize what transpired; when he was not around.

Didn't you see her at the beach?

Cheers!

Model Of The Week

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Finally...

The results for November, Model of the Week - first/second week are out. A total of 1,191 votes were cast.

The results are as follow:

Lin Lin Supaporn (album), Thai, is the Model of the Week with 568 votes, or the highest count of votes any model has received so far (during 2004).

Should have introduced nude models early on!

Katie Chung (album), Chinese, is the first runner up with 459 votes.

Again, not bad at all! Was it the nipple?

Finally, Lee Hye Eun (album), Korean, finishes as the second runner up with 164 votes.

Also exposing a nipple! But hey, how come she got so few votes?

This week, we have Chinese, Thai, and Japanese:

Annie Chui (album), Chinese, boldly joins the contest with her busty chest and sexy fishnet!

Da Kulthida (album), Thai, is a bit embarrassed and tries to cover her breasts.

Miko Hayama (album), Japanese, boldly poses, her figure, naturally at its best.

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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Delays

If you are wondering why I haven't been blogging a lot, it is mainly because soon I will be hospitalized (again).

This time though, I will undergo liver transplant (probably from a fat Gweipo, just kidding) and therefore I am enjoying as much as I can before I go under the knife.

Count Chan wants me to be in the hospital by coming Friday; however, I am delaying all that until well after Christmas.

Sorry for this personal message, but I had to let the (thousands of) daily visitors know why the blog was a bit silent.

In any case, models definitely change tomorrow. I have already selected them.

Cheers!

Tricky Brains

Returning from the factory, I see Bert seated in the garden. He is reading some book, but upon seeing me; frantically waves his hand at me as if nothing happened.

"Excuse me Ron," he quacks as I get out of the car, "but do birds pee?"

I give him a cold hard stare. After almost two uncomfortable minutes of silence, he answers the question himself, "I guess not."

Giving him an encouraging pat on his back to uplift his downtrodden spirits, I go inside the house and into my youngest (age - 8) kid's room. Searching around in his small library, I find what I am looking for:

4000 things you should know about Animals

Dinosaurs . Birds . Wild Animals . Mammals

(Miles Kelly Publishing - ISBN 1-84236-364-6)

Back in the garden, I hand the book over to Bert. One look at the title, and his eyes brighten up. "Exactly what I need!" He smiles.

I again pat Bert on his back. This time out of pity and sympathy. Even my 8 year old has never asked me such questions. And no, I didn't speak a single word to him. I am still at war with him.

Cheers!

Akari Kawasaki

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The Seductress!

Undressing -1 - popup image or album - With lust in her eyes, she starts undoing the strings...

Undressing - 2 - popup image or album - She continues teasing (you)...

Nude - popup image or album - And finally, she is ready...

Now it's really up to you!

Note: I have decided to change models during the weekend, as I am pretty busy and rushed up for time. In fact, changing models during the weekend would be more sensible as we are already in second week. Of course, I will add up three more in Model of the Year.

Cheers!

Model Update

Reminder: Models change later today or tonight. So hurry up with the votes.

Cheers!

The Freak Show

The Scene: Sunday evening, just after dinner.

Glancing at his watch, Bert exclaims, "They’re on!" And before I realize what is happening, Bert immediately darts out of my study as if a swarm of wild bees were chasing his broad ass!

Perplexed by his behavior, I decide to check him out and thus follow him into the living room. The entire family, including Catherine and Mrs. Ng, is comfortably seated on the couches; with their eyes glued to the TV set. My wife doesn't even notice that I pour myself an alcoholic drink from the living room bar.

They are watching Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. Basically a show where five girlish men remake the life of an idiot looking character who cannot take care of himself, eats trash, wears rags, lives in uncouth apartments, doesn't have a social life, and cannot even trim or shave his pubic hair.

The entire show revolves around educating the idiot and making him realize how substantial changes can be made in his unworthy animal life and his apartment, so that (usually but not always) a fat woman (and at times a bunch of them) he is in love with; comes around and appreciates (him).

In tonight's show, we see that the idiot is someone called Al Durell. Who, left on his own; couldn't even attract a female pig.

Nonetheless, the five girlish men end up giving extensive training to Al. Whereupon, almost at the end of the show, Al is already prepared and tries to impress the love of his life - one Sandra, by his freshly learned peacock dance!

As the horrors of Al's peacock dance unfold, my eyes wander over to Bert. With his hands clasped between his legs, and his thighs pressing his hands, I see feminine expressions on Bert's face. He is impressed!

Soon after the show ends, I drag Bert back into my study. Closing the door, I look at him with scorn. Banging my fist on the desk I shout at him: "From today, don't ask me anything. No more advice, either regarding Catherine, or any thing else that happens in your life."

Color drains out of Bert's face faster than I can blink my eye. "What did I do Ron?" He asks, puzzled.

"You my friend," I grab him by his shirt, "are the prime example of pussification of western male. In fact, you are not a man!" I heave him and he staggers back.

"What'd I do Ron?" He mumbles.

"I spent almost one year trying to drill sense into you. But all you do is get impressed by stupid Al? Huh? And do you think it is easy to brainwash Al's idiotic brains in less than one week or say one show? Al will go back to being a fuck up and only the fat stupid peahens (women) will be impressed by this momentary change!"  I wipe the froth from my mouth as I gulp the entire beer.

"Well Pal," I raise my hands and voice before Bert tries to speak anymore, "This is it, now there will be no more. I will not tell you anything, and, I am sorry I ever wished you well." Saying which, I drag Bert to the study door and (almost) throw him out. Banging the door behind me, I smile. Yes, this is it. Perhaps, now he will disturb me no more. Ha!

Your thoughts on QE?

Cheers!

Amara Bhunawat

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She Wants It All!

Front Pose - popup image or album - There she sat, tempting us with her red love triangle...

Side Pose - popup image or album - "No bonk, no talk!" Yes she was getting desperate...

Nude - popup image or album - Finally, she jumped out of her last garment, her underwear, after she noticed you tear off your clothes...

A great end, to a good weekend!

Cheers!

What Comes To Pass

Yes, really think about it, What Comes To Pass?

Cheers!

Deja Chan

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The Bonk-Crazy Woman!

Front Pose - popup image or album - She was impressed by the swimming pool in your house...

Side Pose - popup image or album - Wanting to conquer you forever, she started seducing you...

Back Pose - popup image or album - She looked back at you with eager and expectant eyes. And that is when you decided that you just might bonk (her).

Jump in! Trust me, underwater bonk is the real fun!

Cheers!

Bush, Bush, In The Bush!

Wake up to an early morning phone call from my Mainland China business partner Luke.

"You are a genius!" He tries to express his surprise by making odd sounds on the phone. He continues, "You cleverly predicted that Bush will win. That too, long before the debates and before even a single vote was cast!"

I thank him for his kind words and then tell him something that he hardly understands:

"The real powers that be who rule this planet are not those you see on your evening news, or the so-called representatives of Governments. The real rulers and leaders are those who while remaining behind the scenes/screens, decide anything and everything about all affairs of this planet. Be it governance, elections, finance, wars, etc. of any and every nation known to mankind. Don't worry about the elections and who won, but just worry about our factory and our delivery schedules. That is all that matters to us."

"I don't understand about the real rulers and leaders part." Says a very confused Luke.

To which I reply, "Neither do almost 300 million Americans or for that matter a sizeable populace of this whole world. But, the world goes on, and keeps running after an illusionary democratic mirage."

Cheers!

Model Of The Week

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Last month and week was great, but this week we are more daring!

The results for October, Model of the Week - fourth week are out. A total of 609 votes were cast.

The results are as follow:

Zhengya Ping (album), Chinese, is the Model of the Week with 233 votes.

It seems that more revealing models end up with higher votes.

Hikaru Kawamura (album), Japanese, is the first runner up with 205 votes.

Were all the votes cast for her boobs?

Finally, Pu Ratchanok Sansuwan (album), Thai, finishes as the second runner up with 171 votes.

It's been a long time any Thai model ended up as a winner (lately). Let's see how this week goes.

This week or rather this month, we start with Chinese, Korean, and Thai:

Katie Chung (album), Chinese, reveals a lot!

Lee Hye Eun (album), Korean, decides to expose even more.

Lin Lin Supaporn (album), Thai, takes it to the extreme!

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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The Scary Night

Carefully placing three large and special pumpkins facing south, supposedly the direction of the dead, Bert and I looked up at the dark sky. Breaking the meditative silence, I announced, "I have a feeling that tonight they (spirits of his past life mother and siblings) will contact you... Via the pumpkins."

"But didn't you say my past life family was Chinese and Buddhist? Why would they appreciate Halloween?"

I threw a quick glance at Bert and realized that of lately, he was posing intelligent questions. A fact I must remember and plan accordingly.

"Lingering spirits don't discriminate between race, religion, and belief-systems." I momentarily glanced at a faint star through the grayish smog. "In fact," I continued, "they await each and every opportunity to communicate [with us]."

Upon my instructions, Bert had spent the entire afternoon carefully carving three pumpkins. One each; for his past life mother and two siblings! And I had specifically emphasized that they must resemble smiley faces, not scary ones. It was inconsequential that taking full opportunity of the Halloween night, I was inventing my own set of pumpkin rituals for the benefit of Bert and his past life family.

In fact, I was doing him a favor. What with Catherine's family also invited to our Halloween party, alongside many guests, my family, Mrs. Ng, and the maids, there was no chance Catherine could accompany Bert throughout the night. The pumpkin rituals would at least keep Bert occupied and divert his boredom.

"Are you sure I will be contacted tonight?" Bert asked with a bit of eagerness and a bit of quavering in his voice. Without looking at him and my gaze still fixed on the faint star, I gave him a gentle nod. "Wait a minute," saying which Bert ran back into the house, only to emerge within a few minutes with a glossy paper and a felt-tipped pen.

With careful and beautiful handwriting, Bert wrote - I Love You, and placed the paper in front of the three special pumpkins. Upon seeing his dedication, I felt a bit touched and a lot guiltier. Nonetheless, I took the pen from his hand and translated his "I Love You" to Chinese "Ngo Oi Lai" (or Wo Ai Nee - Mandarin). Bert felt very happy!

Fetching him a cold beer, I informed him that I had to attend to the guests. But he could drink and wait outside if he wished. He decided he wanted to be with the pumpkins.

Modern Kama Sutra

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