Jet Setting Lifestyle

I never thought that I'd experience a glimpse of a jet setter. All thanks to the back to back job trainings that I'm having. First was training in Singapore. My flight transited in KLIA. That was Sunday and the next day I was back in the office. Little did I know, my training that starts on Tuesday has been confirmed in Peninsular (travelling is expected here too...).

If only they told me earlier, I'd just stay in KL instead of flying back to KLIA again... Oh well, so long as I get to fly. Tired sure but I just love flying. I quickly settled my paperwork in the office and rushed back home to pack my clothes. Thank goodness I washed my clothes the night I arrived from Singapore or else I'd have nothing to wear. I over packed my luggage and it weighed 20 kg on the dot! Pheww!

The thing about having training is the food... They always feed us with good food. Normally this is a good thing but I'm trying to watch my figure here! I bought a lovely pair of black shorts from Fourskin in Singapore and it fits me just nice. No way I'm going to out grow my shorts! I love them too much.

Now that I'm back in KL for two weeks of training, I'm gonna enjoy my stay here at every chance I get. Shopping is a must! Clubbing is mandatory! And hanging out with my dear friends.

I'll be in KL till the 9th. Happy happy joy joy!

You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter

Singapore Singapore

Clubbing in Singapore is fantastic! Unlike Malaysia, people here party till it's 4 in the morning! An additional hour makes a whole lot of difference. We were partying in Play located at Tanjong Pagar. Gosh gotta love that place.

Being a Market Place addict, I have a certain standards when it comes to clubbing. This is primarily the reason why I don't go to straight clubs. Straight clubs don't have fun gay guys to dance with. Boobie dancing is a no no to me. The next is music. I heart DJ Fendie from Market Place. Nothing like a good dance music compilations for hours to dance with. The music in Play is inconsistent. Sucky tunes in the beginning but it got better as the night progresses. However, there were occasional weird music played in between.

Though I like the crowd. In fact, I absolutely love! Chinese boys all around! Heaven to me! And I love the way they dress up. Not to mention, most of them have the body to pull it off. Ah how I miss them Singaporean boys. It seems to me, white shorts seems to be a phenomenon when it comes to Singaporean boys. Almost everyone is wearing them. Sure they look hawt but I'm just curious about the obsession with it.

Speaking of boys, my list of crushes is growing... Exponentially I might add... This is not good. And this Singapore trip sure didn't help shortening the list. Urgh. I can't help it. I love my boys. Urgh.

The booze there is comparatively as pricey as Market Place (after conversion). A jug of Bourbon and Coke is SGD 60. Fortunately there was a special offer, two jugs for the price of one. Awesome! I did get a little drunk that night but then again, a little alcohol is enough to get me all giggle like a school girl. Heheheh.

You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter

Farewell Land of Smiles

Day four, my final hours in Bangkok. We left Bangkok on an afternoon flight back to KL. That leaves us with some time in the morning for more shopping. Even I could not help but buy a pair of undies from Hom and a manbag but enough of the Bangkok shopping post. There's something more to blog about Bangkok which were not written in the previous posts.

As everyone knows, Bangkok is infamous for their sex industry. Straight or gay, they have it. Just know which "dark" alley to go to and you'll find whatever that tickles your fancy. I personally have been to the gogo boys show and male-to-male massage in this trip.

I must admit, I've never seen so many engorged (not erected but super engorged!) penises in ONE night! Everyone of them were naked performing on stage as well as walking around to be hired by patrons. There was one act where five or so guys were standing on stage wanking and there will be a guy walking around with an empty bottle to collect "donations". Once any one of the guy on stage ejaculated, he gets whatever amount of money that had been collected.

Another eye opening experience was the male-to-male massage. Despite popular belief, not all of the masseurs are gay. It's just a form of another income to them. The whole thing started with choosing the package. There are two, the normal (ends with masturbation) and the extra (ends with sex). The massage itself is RM 60 while the tips to the masseur is RM 50 (masturbation) minimum or RM 100 (sex) minimum.

Once the package has been chosen, then it's on to choosing the masseur. They lined up on the other side of the room with a glass wall in between us. There they'll show off their assets and it's up to me to choose which. After that, it's up into the massage room. Before the massage, the masseur and I are required to shower first. He joined me in the showers, we lathered each other with soap and got to know each other a little.

The massage was a whole body massage. Started with me lying face down on the bed and ends with me lying on my back. He was alright with his hands but really excellent with his teasing. At any position that he's massaging me, he'll sure to tease me with his erected penis, making sure I know that he's erected. There even were moments that he was nearly in me. He finished the massage with me achieving climax.

Now with all those experience above, you'd think I must have been satisfied and thrilled. Quite the opposite really. After the massage, I was actually depressed. Depressed because the sex industry is really sad. Men parading around and selling themselves to earn a living. I'm not the sort to treat another person as just a sex object. I never can and never will. They're humans too.

When I got to know my masseur, he mentioned to me that a night he could get no clients at all or maybe one or two on a good day. Further more, the whole glass wall thing is like going to RSPCA and picking the right dog to adopt a pet. I felt really uncomfortable and unsettling. It was just down right inhumane.

Though I'm glad to have experienced it. At least now I know what the situation is like and most importantly don't judge but respect and treat them like any other human. They're just doing their work to earn money to survive. Just because they're servicing your sexual needs doesn't make them any less of a human than you.

With that, I bid Bangkok farewell.

Through the evening sky.

Till the next trip to Land of Smiles.

You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter

Shopping Spree

Disappointed with my shopping in Chatuchak, I was determine to get my outfits for a product launch opening that I'm attending the day after I land in KL. So where to shop now that it's the weekday and Chatuchak is only open on weekends? Mahboonkrong! Bangkok's equivalent of Sungai Wang but with better varieties of things and no "ah beng" or "ah lian" stuff.

Can you believe that this building is as old as I am? 23 years and it still looks good. Hooray to well planned maintenance.

I got the stuff that I wanted from here. A lovely green Mr Happy tee, a pair of jeans and white jacket! Perfect for the event. Oh and I got a pair of thongs. Always wanted this kind but now I need a pair of trousers to pair it with... Dem it...

Fabulous in green and white.

Lovely new pair of jeans.

Check out them thongs~~~

I heart MBK~~~

You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter

Chatuchak

When the gang said Chatuchak has everything, they literally meant everything under the freaking sun! I was not prepared for the immensity of the place! It's freaking huge with so many shops everywhere. Turn a corner here and another turn there is enough for others to lose track of you.

1000++ shops!

Lemme try and give a sense of how huge the place is. I've only managed to explore the middle section of the market and it took about five hours. Loads of printed tee shirts, caps, trousers and other commercialised clothes. Loads of souvenirs as well from woodcrafts to metalworks. Everything here is just so CHEAP!

Cheap cheap!

The thing about this place was it's packed with people and things on sale. Not to mention the air was rather still, hot and humid. It was giving me headache and I couldn't make up my mind on what to get. Just too many things packed into a relatively small area.

More cheap cheap!

I ended up getting a few printed tee shirts, some wood carvings and a very lovely nice pink Thai silk scarf! I heart. Though I was rather disappointed not getting what I wanted from there. Shorts, casual jackets and shirts. Apparently they were on the west side which I didn't go. That's where all the designer clothes are!

The art section was breath taking. So many beautiful art pieces that I really like. I was so occupied in admiring them, I forgotten to take photos. If only I had more money with me, I'd get a few pieces to decorate my space with. The art scene there is way more out there compared to our. All sorts can be found here and they're all for sale!

Remember to bring loads of cash and shop till you drop here.

Stay tune for Day Three.

You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter

Banging Cocks In Bangkok

December 2007, that's when 15 or so of us bloggers and friends decided after one day of talking about Bangkok, we bought the tickets. A truly impulsive and hurried decision but it's one of the best move for us all. So seven months later, here we are flying to Bangkok!

An illegal stowaway.

The flight was rather unpleasant. Seats are just too straight and can't be inclined much... At least there wasn't turbulent to toss us around like a bow of salad. Just a very uncomfortable flight. For a RM 300 flight return ticket, it is expected I guess.

We wasted no time after landing in Suvarnabhumi airport, took a van for the 10 of us to our hotel. Take A Nap, how cute is that name eh? The other five stayed in Baan Saladaeng. They wanted something little more posh.

This is our hotel/hostel.

I'm happy about my room. RM 30++ a night and shared with another four guys. I'm not really fussed about it seeing that I'll spend 3/4 or more of the time out of the room anyways. So it's really worth it for a budget traveller like me.

This is our six beds room.

After a short break, we headed out to explore the malls of Bangkok. I am awed by their shopping malls. They're so freaking huge and beautiful architectures and interior decorations. Kinda put ours to shame.

But the shopping malls weren't the highlight of Day One in Bangkok. It's DJ Station. Yes you've guessed it, clubbing! It was just fabulous. Loads of hawt, lean and toned Thai guys and they were all on the stage dancing topless! Hello boys! I was as happy as a school girl on Christmas morning.

Unfortunately, I didn't get to hook up with any of them hawt boys dancing on the stage. Instead, a Thai boy named Art suddenly appeared on the dance floor and started dancing with me. The dance became steamy and naughty and started talking about going to my place or his place. Unfortunately, there's no way I'm bringing him to our hotel nor am I going to go to his place. So we settled it in the club and I got this as souvenir.

Kiss of Thai.

A huge ass hickie... He's quite a nibbler left my hickie and nipple sore throughout the trip. That sure was a first for me. Get hitched in a Bangkok, check. I'm starting to like Bangkok already.

Stay tune for Day Two.

You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter