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ANowhereMan
Its true.
Branding and heritage aside, there is good movement coming out of the far east too. But well, finishing still need polishing up. It is nice to see the Swiss may be getting some competition other then the Japs.
To me, it’s always about the story, the workmanship. I believe a lot in effort and time taken for a piece. Price is a byproduct for quality.
If anyone is into fountain pens, china also make very remarkable FP these days. At almost 10% of the European counterpart !! 10% !! Can you imagine 2 dollars for a beautiful daily writer?
Rgds
PS. No exchange of contacts with Irene? Something tells me you will bump INTO her soon in HK.
Yes! Agreed regarding far east movements! Seiko is so underrated it’s almost a crime! I’ve ran into far too many people who think Seiko is a cheap man’s watch! That is until i tell them about Grand Seiko. Increasingly, i have been keeping tabs on a brand out of China, maison Celadon. Apparently it is the brainchild of a Singaporean. The watches are quite interesting, can take a look. But personally, i like tourbillons. Browsing watch forums everyday, poisoning myself like mad. Hahaha…
China has a lot of good craftsmen. But there are way too many knockoffs and the reputation is bad. Thus the general feeling that anything from China = inferior.
Irene was a one-off, unfortunately. I never met her again. Hahaha…
Yall know, after my second kid, i told my wife no more… and she agreed… couple years later, dick and pussy itch with a shitload of alcohol, and the third one comes along… just put all three to bed… took so much outta my wife and i. Had to separate the daughter from the brother cos they were fighting after he accidentally broke the leg of one of her dolls. And then the baby was frightened by siblings’ cry and shouting and started crying. Wife had to soothe baby while the dad, me, had to pry the both of them apart and send them to the sin bin for 15mins. After which was 1hr of lecture for both and reconstruction surgery on the doll.
But as a parent, when you see those brats apologise to each other and hug each other again, i guess it’s all worth it, cos it feels like you’re teaching them good values like forgiveness and that love triumphs all. Never easy being a parent. They are your legacy, and who they are in future tells a lot about how their parents brought them up. At the same time, you learn to train your patience. Because if you lose your patience and start shouting, all hell breaks loose. As a man, you are the head of the family, and everyone depends on you to remain sane when they are not. Hahaha.
I shall head to bed with my wife now. Hope to get some good rest over the weekend and not much chaos.
Next updates on Monday. Have a good weekend everyone!
Good afternoon bros! Heh… Every guy sure have something that they are super interested in one. Some guys can tell you everything about car engines, some can tell you all about fishing reels, some can tell you all about watches, some can tell you all the different types of pussies and labia they have seen.
And yes, even movements used in mechanical watches are different! For example, a Panerai 9001 movement is very different from the Patek Phillipe R27 movement, even though both are automatic movements. The more intricate the movement of the watch, the more expensive the cost. And then there are the tourbillons, which often costs more than 20k at least, often in the 100ks range.
Hong Kong Day 3
The three of us were awakened by the beeping of the phone. I climbed over Ann and reached for the phone.
Eileen: Jun? Good morning! It’s 30mins to meet up, hope you are all awake and getting ready… *click*
I put the phone down then looked at the clock. 8.30am. Immediately, I woke the 2 girls up roughly and pushed them into the toilet asking them to do whatever they needed to prepare for the day. We were meant to meet outside our rooms at 9am to head to the ferry terminal to take a ferry to Macau that day.
Within 15mins, both girls scrambled out of the bathroom and it was my turn. We all managed to get ready by 9am, and we closed our room door just as Eileen and Joel opened theirs and stepped out. We were all dressed rather casually. Joel and Eileen and I wore berms and t-shirt with sneakers. Yivonne wore tank top with denim shorts, and Ann wore spaghetti top with denim miniskirt.
We managed to reach the ferry terminal and get through the customs in time for our ferry ride. It was about an hour’s ferry ride to Macau and we took the chance to take a short nap.
After the ferry berthed at Macau’s side, we cleared the customs quickly and set out to take a bus into the city center. The first things on the agenda was lunch. The bus ride to Av. Da Praia Grande didn’t take long, and along the way, we can see works going on on the sides of the main road. Rigid metal fences were being erected, and spectator seating were being set up. Posters hanging from the lampposts advertised the Macau Motorcycle Grand Prix, which will take place next week. Such a shame to miss it.
We alighted the bus, and made our way to Chan Kong Kei. The place was packed, and there was a short queue that formed outside. We waited for our turn and were showed to a round table. After sitting down, we took a look at the menu, and we ordered our food. When we were back in Singapore, Yivonne had raved about this place, saying that it would be a sin not to eat their black pepper duck rice. We all understood why after the first bite of the duck rice.
The duck was tender and juicy, unlike most other places where the duck is roasted until it is rather dry and tough. The skin was also crispy, and full of flavor. The sauce. The sauce is the bomb. Without it, the duck rice would be rather good, but not fantastic. The black pepper sauce blew everything up. It was sufficiently savoury, but packed a good peppery punch. The blending of the savoury, spicy sauce, and the sweet juices from the duck meat was a match made in heaven. We all got tempted, and we ordered another half a roast duck for sharing. The extra order didn’t last more than 5minutes. We completed the meal with their slow-broiled soup, which was very flavor-intense.
We paid up and dragged ourselves to exit the shop. Next on the list was just across the street and up ahead. Margaret’s Café e Nata. We plopped ourselves into the queue, which was about 45 people long, and we waited. When it was our turn, we ordered a dozen of their famous eggtarts. The custard was sweet and smooth, and the pastry was light and puffy. The eggtarts are really, really good. We knew there is Lord Stow’s eggtarts as well, but we were too far away to buy those.
We slowly walked through the streets of Macau, with me in the lead, navigating to the various attractions we wanted to see. We saw a couple of cathedrals, the Lou Kau Mansion. We stopped to snapped a few pictures along the way. We then continued walking and stopped at St Dominic’s Church, where we stopped to take even more photos.
We walked towards the Ruins of St Paul’s Cathedral, picking up curried fishballs along the way to munch on, as well as much needed cold drinks. There was a tour guide that was guiding a tour at St Paul’s, so we hung around, listening to her as she brought her group through the Ruins. After that, was more phototaking, and we walked to the back of Monte Fort to take somemore photographs.
We then decided to call it a day in Macau, and we navigated through the streets to the bus stop to take a bus back to the ferry terminal. We stopped along the way at Koi Kei Bakery to buy some pastries for our parents. The ferry trip back to Hong Kong was just as uneventful as the one that brought us to Macau. Eileen and Joel were both beat by then, and we took the MTR back to Tsim Sha Tsui to return to our hotel, with Ann yakking away excitedly all the way.
When we exited from the MTR station entrance, Joel and Eileen went to the take out place at the corner of our hotel block, and bought their dinner. They planned to skip the rest of the night’s activities as they were tired out and wanted to rest after dinner in bed.
Back in our hotel room, I sat down on the bed and drained a can of ice cold Heineken. Yivonne stripped and went to shower, while Ann sat on the chair and ate her eggtart while staring at me like a hamster.
Me: Yes?
Ann: *Omnomnomnom* Nothing! Just staring at you.
I shook my head in mock resignation and threw the beer can into the dustbin, and it went in without hitting the rim. 3-points to Jun. Ann then came over and sat beside me and fed me an eggtart. I bit off a mouthful without problem, although a couple of the pastry flakes fell onto the floor. When I leaned in for the second bite, Ann kept pulling the eggtart away from me, and my open mouth followed the pastry. Ann then whisked the pastry away and put her lips at where mine were heading towards and we kissed.
It was a cheesy, but cheeky way to get a kiss, and she laughed because it succeeded. She then handed me the rest of my eggtart and went to pick up the pastry flakes which fell on the floor. I made short work of that eggtart as Yivonne emerged from the bathroom, her hair wet and sticking to her shoulders, but not dripping.
I got up and went to the bathroom to shower. I started to shampoo my hair as I wondered how Kim was doing in Singapore. Was her dad giving her problems? Was Rhee making moves on her?
My thoughts were interrupted as the glass door to the shower partition opened and Ann stepped in. She grinned at me and turned on the tap to wet her hair and body. Then she started to shampoo her long hair as well. Her large breasts jiggled as she moved her arms vigorously, rubbing the shampoo into her hair and creating foam. Some water dropped onto her breasts and flowed down to her nipples. The rapidly cooling water caused her nipples to erect. I couldn’t resist it, and reached out to gently pinch them.
Ann: Eh eh eh! Behave yourself!
She tried to move back, but the small space in the shower partition meant she had nowhere to escape.
Me: Can’t resist it. They were standing at attention.
Ann brought her hands down and swept my hands away. She folded her hands across her breasts, covering her nipples, but at the same time squishing her breasts together, which made her cleavage look irresistible. I felt my dick start to harden below, as blood rushed down. I turned the water on, and the spray of water began to wash the shampoo foam off our heads.
Ann closed her eyes as the foam flowed down her face. I raised my hands to rinse my hair, and she did the same as well. After all the shampoo has been rinsed off, I help her sweep her hair away from her face as she stared at me. Her hands cupped my face and she leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met and our tongues found each other.
My hands roamed freely then, starting from her shoulders. I gave them a tender rub as Ann’s tongue moved with a bit more intensity at her approval. Her hands also fell to my shoulders, pulling me closer to her. Keeping one hand on her shoulder, I moved my right hand down along her sides to her slim waist. Most of her baby fats have been trimmed off, and only a tiny amount remained. It felt good to touch. Ann stepped closer to me and plastered her body against mine. We shivered a little the split moment our bodies touched, because of the coldness of the water on our wet skin. But her body’s warmth quickly radiated out and we got comfortable.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, and held her lower back, as we continued our passionate kisses. Our tongues fought and jostled, swapping saliva and wrestling to wrap each other. Ann’s hand roamed my back, and her hands moved faster as time passed and the intensity of our kissing increased.
Finally, we broke our liplock and stared at each other, the hunger in our eyes clearly evident. Ann’s slender fingers wrapped around my dick and gently tugged at it, ensuring that it was fully erected. She then turned around, resting her hands against the tempered glass partition, and she bend down partially and spread her legs as wide as the shower area allowed, thrusting her ass out towards me. Her back was bent upwards.
I got into position behind her, and used my right hand to rub her pussy, making sure that her juices properly lubricated it. The moment my fingers parted her labia, her fluids flowed freely, and I rubbed it evenly around the area. Ann moaned sensually, urging me to fill her up.
Holding my raging hard on, I guided the tip to her soft folds, and pushed the tip in, hearing Ann breathe in and seeing her body brace itself for the penetration. I held her hips with my hands and gently pushed my hips towards hers, feeling my dick slide into her bit by bit. Ann let out a soft sigh and a moan as she felt my meat fill her warm, soft crevice, which was aching with lust. I slowly pushed in all the way, and felt the tip of my dick hit against her cervix. Her butt was against my groin now, as I fully penetrated her.
I rocked my hips back slowly, and felt her pussy lips slide along the length of my dick almost to the tip, then I halted, and pushed myself back into her. Ann moaned as she felt the tip of my dick digging into the walls of her pussy, exciting the nerves, which sent electrical signals of pleasure flooding back into her brain. Her fingers grabbed at the tempered glass partition, and mist built on the wall, where she breathed out heavily on it. Her C cup breasts were hanging and swaying underneath her chest with the momentum of my thrusting.
I thrusted my hips into hers with a slow and steady tempo, working it such that there was maximum sensual contact down below, and yet not wear us out too fast. Ann’s toes curled up as the pleasure hit her again and again. Soon, her legs and hands started to shiver. Her first orgasm built up slowly but surely. She pushed her palms flat against the partition, and pushed her hips down against my hips.
Ann: HUUURRRRNNNGGGGHHHH!!!!!!
Her pussy tensed up, and I felt the walls squeezing down on my dick, which was still thrusting in and out of her. Her legs shivered and twitched as the orgasm overloaded her nerves with pleasure. Ann struggled to maintain her body position, but her hands gave way and she stood up as she fell against the partition. Her upper body plastered against the partition, her breasts pressing against the glass. She turned her face to the right, and her left cheek rested against the glass as well. She was almost standing up straight now, but her ass was still thrusted out.
I took another step forward to close the distance, and stuck my dick back inside her just as Yivonne came into the bathroom with her phone in her hand. I thrusted in and out of Ann as Yivonne took a short video of the scene and laughed as Ann told Yivonne to stop videoing us in between her laboured moans of pleasure.
After a minute of recording, Yivonne ran out and closed the toilet door behind her. Ann had her second orgasm, and I pulled out of her. Her legs became quite jelly, and needed my help to hold her up. Looking at the sink and the mirror in front of it, I had an idea.
I helped her out of the shower area, and led her to the sink. I asked her to stand in front of the sink and place her hands on the sink as I went behind her. She did all that I asked meekly, and she looked into the mirror, seeing me take up position behind her. As I pushed him, she flicked her head backwards and moaned.
Ann’s cheeks flushed red as she saw her reflection in the mirror, she saw how she was enjoying the fucking I was giving her, and how she moaned shamelessly as my dick slid in and out of her. Her hands gripped the sink tightly, and my hands gripped her hips tightly. I could feel her juices splashing against my groin everytime our hips contacted with a loud smack. A sliver of our fluids dripped off my balls and onto the floor.
I looked into the mirror and our eyes met briefly. Ann smiled briefly but the smile was wiped out when I thrusted in her hard. In place of her smile and twinky eyes, was an open mouth that moaned loudly and eyes that rolled backwards in their sockets, exposing most of the whites. She closed her eyes and hung her head to rest her tired neck for a couple of thrusts before she brought her head back up and opened her eyes to look at the reflection, biting her lips at the side.
I grabbed her hips tightly and thrusted in one final time, holding her hips against mine tightly as my load exploded deep inside her. That final rough thrust also pushed her over the edge as she arched her back sharply. She opened her mouth and moaned loudly and her eyes were wide opened as the enormous wave of pleasure overwhelmed her. Our cum overflowed from her pussy and leaked out, flowing down the length of my dick and down my balls before dripping onto the toilet floor.
I panted heavily and released my grip on her hips, as her legs buckled. Her body slid to the side, banging her hips against the sink cabinet, and then she dropped to the floor, landing on her butt heavily as her legs gave way and folded under her. Ann looked like she was in a daze, as creamy cum flowed out of her pussy. Her chests heaved up and down heavily, as she sucked in lungfuls of air.
I staggered backwards and had my back against the wall, then I slid down onto the floor as well, panting heavily from the exertion. While I sat there, regaining my strength, I stared at her.
Ann’s body was beaded with perspiration, and they formed large droplets on her fair skin. Her disheveled hair covered her face, and she was side-staring at me with her eyes.
There was silence in the toilet, but not so outside in the bedroom. As we sat there getting our breaths back, the unmistakable moans of Yivonne could be heard. Ann caught my eye, and she raised an eyebrow.
I pushed down against the floor with my hand, and I got back up on my feet. I helped Ann get back up on her feet and we went to rinse ourselves in the shower, taking the opportunity to also spray the outside with the showerhead, washing away our cum which had dripped onto the floor.
Done with the shower, we dried up and I helped her out of the toilet.
Yivonne was lying down on the bed. The video of Ann and I having sex in the shower was looping on her phone, and Yivonne was jilling her pussy vigorously. Her fingers were all wet, covered with her juices. She paid no attention to us emerging from the shower. Instead, she rubbed away with renewed intensity and within seconds, her hips lifted off from the bed and she rolled over to her side, her lower body twitching a bit a bit as her orgasm came over her. As soon as her orgasm came, it went away once she stopped jilling herself.
Ann and I crawled onto the bed, and slid under the blanket. Yivonne joined us and we took a short nap.
One hour later, the alarm on my phone rang. It was 7pm. Ann and I got up. According to the itinerary, we were supposed to go for dinner at Kam’s Roast Goose, before heading to the Peak. Efforts to wake Yivonne up partially succeeded. She waved us away and ask Ann and I to enjoy our ‘date’, and to remember to dabao supper for her when we are on the way back.
Ann wore a black spaghetti top, skinny jeans, and a pair of boots which she had bought the day before. She also brought a khaki colour hoodie along, as we had expected the wind up at the Peak to be strong and cold. She also put on some makeup. Not too heavy, but there was a slight hint of eyeshadow, in addition to the default eyeliner and also a bit of mascara. She always thought her large round eyes were her best assets after her ample bosoms, and she likes to apply eye make up to make her eyes look more alluring. She wasn’t wrong.
I slipped into a pair of jeans, my high-tops, and a t-shirt. I brought along a Honda Racing hoodie which Tingting had bought for me a couple of years ago as a birthday present. Back then, my motorcycle racing idol was still in Honda Factory Team, but he recently jumped ship to Yamaha Racing Team due to disagreement with the Honda management. I’ll probably need to get a new hoodie soon.
We didn’t bother to say bye to the already-snoring Yivonne, and we headed out into the lobby. The lights in Eileen’s room was off. They are probably sleeping as well.
Ann held my arm as we walked to the MTR station to take the train to Wan Chai. The weather was cooling enough, so I wore my hoodie. We both kept the hoods down. Ann’s long wavy hair bounced with each stepped she took. Every step she took also had a little bounce of joy in them.
Me: Wah, we’re just going out for dinner only, why you bounce bounce until like that?
Ann: Hehehehehe!!! Happy mah!!!
Me: Happy over simi? It’s just one-star Michelin roast goose!
Ann: It’s not what we are eating! It’s who I’m eating it with! And it’s one of the rare times I get to date you without anyone else around!
Ann said all those happily and looked at me with a large grin across her face. She was genuinely happy, and she continued to bounce along happily. She wrapped her arms around my arm, like a super clingy girlfriend. Throughtout the journey to Wan Chai, I caught her stealing glances of me like a teenage girl gushing over her crush, but afraid to make eye contact. Each time I caught her looking, she quickly looked away and her smile grew wider, and her dimples deeper. She was happy as a clam.
We alighted at Wan Chai station, and took a slow, albeit bouncy walk down familiar streets to Kam’s Roast Goose. There was a short queue outside, surprisingly, and we waited a while before being showed our way into the restaurant. We had to share a table with a couple of businessmen. They took a quick glance at us, then back to their food, before quickly taking a second, longer look at Ann as she took her seat, her downblouse showing off her soft, smooth skin of her ample boobs. When she fully sat down, the sight was taken away from them, and the men returned to their food, but continued stealing glances at her.
We both ordered roasted goose drumstick with Kam’s specialty Prince Kaisen noodles. The noodles were supposedly cooked with the drippings of the roast goose, and the taste was supposed to be so good that it would send you to outer space in 0.1 seconds. We also ordered a side dish of roasted pork belly and wanton soup.
As we waited for our food, Ann reached across the table with her hands and held mine. Surprised at her touch, I didn’t remove my hands, but I looked at her. She smiled back, the silly grin appearing on her face again as she held both my hands with both of hers. The red lipstick she wore suits her very well, and the sight of her red luscious lips gave me a sudden urge to kiss her right there and then. I restrained myself, just to feel her boots brushing against my legs.
She looked at me coquettishly as she played footsie with me, giving me very seductive looks and grinning at my reactions. I then shot her a stern look that said “behave yourself!” and she squirmed and gave me a sheepish look, but immediately grinned again when I softened up.
Our food came shortly after a couple more rounds of footsie, and we began to dig in. The expectation that I had of the Prince Kaisen noodles were matched. It was good. Very very savoury, and heavy in flavor. I don’t know how else to describe it, but if you are to pick one item to try at Kam’s, this would be it. The noodles complimented the tender roast goose leg perfectly. You can taste the faint chargrill flavor on the meat. Needless to say, Ann and I did not exchange a single word as we finished our food up like gluttons that have been starved for 7 days and 7 nights.
Kam’s roast pork belly was crispy, but I didn’t find it anything as special as its Prince Kaisen Roast Goose Leg noodles. The Prince Kaisen Roast goose leg noodles are limited quantity as well, so don’t go too late. The group which took up the table next to ours when we were halfway through our meal was being told that the roast goose leg prince kaisen noodles were sold out and they had to settle for something else. Ann and I had exchanged a look of relief then.
The two men on our table got up to pay their bills, and I saw them taking a long look down Ann’s top, trying to catch a view of her breasts. Unfortunately for them, she was sitting up straight, and her top rested high on her breasts, showing very little, if any, of her cleavage.
We finished the soup and got up to make our payment as well. We then took a slow walk back to Wan Chai MTR, as we needed to head to Central next. Along the way, Ann picked up some eggtarts from Honolulu Café. She continued to cling onto my arm as we walked, but she no longer bounced along, as we were both very full from dinner. The silly smile never left her face.
We alighted at Central, and walked a distance to the tram station at the Peak, to take a tram up. There was a crowd of people lining up, and we could tell by their yelling and bickering that quite a lot were mainland Chinese tourists.
The ugly scenes at Oceanworld were repeated as the PRCs jostled and pushed their way into the crowd and the trams. One of them bumped Ann so hard that she nearly fell down, eliciting a “Kanina lah cheebye!” from her. When the guy didn’t even acknowledge or said sorry, I stuck out a leg and tripped him. He fell forward and hit his head against the the metal grab pole and he uttered a few cusswords in mandarin. Ann looked at me and her grin returned to her face.
The tram ride up to the Peak was long, and Ann kept looking out of the window, saying how steep the climb was. The view gradually became better and better as the tram climbed higher and higher. Soon, we reached the top and we stayed behind for a while more, letting the PRC eager beavers rush out of the cabins like zombies running after human survivors. Stepping out of the tram, we felt the chill wind blow, and our hands quickly became cold. When we spoke, we could see a bit of mist forming.
We made our way through the mall and all the way up to the viewing gallery. As we stepped out onto the viewing gallery, the wind picked up. Ann hugged me tightly and I hugged her back as we walked to the ledge to look at the sights. She took out her phone and began to snap pictures of Hong Kong’s skyline. It was a magnificent sight.
We took more photos and took a couple of selfies as well. Then she asked me if I could hug her from behind, and I acquiesced to her request. The both of us stood there, looking at the sights, not saying anything. I felt her body warmth radiate through me, and how her shapely body fitted in my arms. My dick began to erect, and she felt it. She wriggled her butt side to side slowly, rubbing it further. Ann turned her upper body and her head back, grinning at me. She then turned around fully and hugged me tightly as our lips met. We kissed a while, then we stopped, as it was a public place afterall, can’t get carried away.
We were about to leave when we saw a Korean couple desperately trying to take a selfie. The lady was dressed in a traditional hanbok and the guy was in a smart suit. We went up to them and I offered to help them take a photo. They didn’t speak much English, but we were able to communicate through simple English and a lot of gesturing that they wanted themselves to be captured on the left side of the frame, while the mid and right was the skyline of the city. I turned the flash on, and helped them take a photo.
The couple was very impressed with the shot, and they thank us profusely. We chatted for a while and found out that they were Koreans (duh) that recently married, and were in Hongkong for their honeymoon. They wanted to take a photo with us, and we obliged, putting my selfie skills to the test. The picture turned out good, and they thanked us again. The guy then offered to help me and my ‘girlfriend’ to take a photo, and Ann happily said ok, passing him her phone. It was a bit challenging to get the perfect shot, as the strong wind whipped Ann’s long hair about wildly. After 4 attempts, we got a good photo, and we thank the Korean couple and got on our way.
We made our way to a coffee place and sat down. We both ordered a cup of hot latte, and we sat down to sip it.
Ann: You know, that Korean couple… I wonder if that will be how you and Kim look like during your wedding day.
I snorted and nearly choked over my latte.
Me: *cough cough* Don’t count on it. Kim’s dad doesn’t want her to have a Singaporean boyfriend.
Ann: You never know mah, maybe you can win him over.
Me: It’s not so simple lah. Now even secret weapon like Rhee also deployed by him liao. Kim is under immense pressure.
Ann: Well… Rhee is a hottie… but I support you okie? I’m always with Team Jun!
Ann smiled warmly at me and held my hand, patting it.
Ann: Jun, you know, today is the happiest day of my life so far. If later on the way back I kena banged down by lorry I also die happy.
Me: Choy choy!
Ann: Just saying lah! Hehehehe…
Me: Don’t say things like this lah!
Ann: Ok ok… But really lah! I very happy today. It’s like I finally get to feel how being your girlfriend feels like. The dinner date, and then taking in such a marvelous view up here. I really very happy.
I looked at her. I don’t know how to tell her that just a date and sharing a view together doesn’t make her my girlfriend or even give her the experience of being together with someone. But then again, maybe to her, this is just how it should feel like. And for a girl who has been deprived of a real relationship for so long, these little things might just happen to be the missing pieces in the jigsaw puzzle that is her search for happiness. I have no right to take that away from her. I just smiled back in return.
Ann shifted her seat a little on the sofa, and she pat the seat beside her, asking me to go over and sit beside her. I went over and plopped myself down, and she immediately clung onto my arm and leaned her head against my shoulder. The silly smile is on her face again.
Me: Ann… I wish you will always be this happy…
She sat up looked at me. The way I said it, the tone, it told her that there was something underlying it. And she caught it immediately. It was the hidden message that I wish for her to be happy, even if her future did not contain me inside. The smile disappeared from her face. Then after a couple of moments, a more subdued smile returned to her face.
Ann: Silly boy… Don’t worry about me… After that time (suicide attempt), I’d already promise my mum and bro I won’t do any silly stuff. I’ve gotten heartbreaks before I met you. Don’t worry. I’m happy because I know I spent some quality time with you, and I know during these times, I am truly happy and nothing can take those away from me. They are precious to me and I will always keep them in a treasure place in my head. It doesn’t matter, well, not that much anyway, that you don’t end up with me in future. I know I’ve tried, and there’s nothing more I can do.
Ann cupped my face with her hands.
Ann: Don’t you worry about me so much ok? Just promise me you give me 100% whenever we’re together alone, like now, and in bed. I’ll be happy with just that ok? I live one day at a time and I’m happy with whatever good things that come my way, even if they don’t last.
I nodded, and Ann promised me she will be happy no matter what happens, as long as we remain good friends at the least. She leaned back on me, and we finished our cup of coffee shortly after. We made our way back to the hotel, picking up supper for Yivonne along the way.
When we got back to the hotel, Yivonne was awake and watching TV, wearing only her tshirt and panties. We sat down on the bed and Ann shared her remaining eggtarts with me while Yivonne ate her supper. We told her about the dinner and the view at the Peak, and she regretted not joining us. Ann went to remove her make up while Yivonne finished up her supper.
The three of us brushed our teeth together and scooted off to bed. As Yivonne rolled off to the side and tried to fall asleep, Ann had other ideas. She pulled me close to her and she whispered into my ear.
Ann: Jun, I’d really love it if you can cap the night with some love-making with me…
Me: Huh, but Yivonne…
Ann: We can sneak out.
She got up and put on her t-shirt and shorts.
Yivonne: Ann Ng, where do you think you’re going at this timing? It’s already 11pm…
Ann: I want to go get a Martini, got sudden craving… The bar opposite our hotel should have.
Yivonne: Jun arh… you better go with her, if not later don’t know what Winson Loseson Drawson pick her up again…
Ann made a face and smacked Yivonne’s butt.
Me: Ok…
I changed into my berms and T shirt and followed Ann out the room. Instead of heading to the lobby and taking the lift down, Ann grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the staircase. We went through the door, and Ann immediately looked around for any CCTV cameras. There weren’t any.
Good morning Bros! Hope you are having a great start to your day! If you’re not, hang in there, it’s friday tomorrow!
A bro requested for a picture of Ann. Unfortunately, to protect privacy, i can’t share. However, i can do the next best thing, which was to look for an image of someone who looks very alike to Ann. So here goes.
Previously on My SYT Korean Coursemate/Neighbour:
I changed into my berms and T shirt and followed Ann out the room. Instead of heading to the lobby and taking the lift down, Ann grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the staircase. We went through the door, and Ann immediately looked around for any CCTV cameras. There weren’t any.
Ann wheeled around and hugged me tight, then kissed me furiously and we both worked our buckles and zips furiously. I pulled my berms and boxers down, and my erected dick flipped out. Ann pulled her shorts and panties down, and there was already a wet patch on her panties. The best position available to us was doggy. The floor was dirty and while we have done it on dirtier staircase landings in the past, we didn’t want to do it here.
She thrusted her butt out to me and I took her in doggystyle again for the second time that day. We were midway into fucking and Ann had started to moan softly when a door banged open a couple of floors below us. There was laughter from a man and a woman, and the language sounded like French. Ann and I slowed down our banging so that we didn’t make much noise. The excitement caused our hearts to beat faster, the blood pounding through our heads. Will the couple decide to walk up and chance upon us with our pants down? What will happen then?
The couple below started to kiss, judging by the loud smooches that we could hear, and the lady started to moan. Minutes passed and there were slapping noises followed by moans of pleasure, and cusses from both man and woman from below now. The sounds of passion filled the echoey staircase landing. Ann turned around and looked at me, stifling her laughter, as we realized the couple below was doing just as we were from the sounds that were coming below.
Since they didn’t bother to mute themselves, Ann and I resumed at our normal pace, and Ann moaned out as well. Suddenly, the couple below us became very very quiet. Ann did not hold back. She gave a loud and very sensual moan as my dick coaxed an orgasm out of her.
The guy below laughed out loud and they resumed, since they know that we were doing what they were doing too and not out to catch them. Ann and the lady competed to see who could moan louder, or more sensually. I’m probably biased, but I would say Ann won, although hearing feminine curses of passion in French was very stimulating.
I groaned as my loins tightened up. Ann knew what was coming, and she decided that she wanted to eat my cum instead of having me creampie her. She turned around and knelt down, taking my dick in her mouth and sucking it. I groaned loudly and blew my load into her mouth, watching her suck my dick dry. She swirled the cum in her mouth a little before she swallowed.
We then wore back our shorts and berms, and looked at each other as the moaning and cursing below continued. Curious, both of us crept down the stairs and tried to catch a glimpse of the French couple.
We were greeted by the sight of a very fair blonde girl, and a big, black man rippling with muscles. The black guy’s dick poked into the petite blonde girl as if he was going to spitroast a chicken. The girl’s mouth was perpetually open and moaning or cursing, while the black guy kept grunting as he pumped his dick into her again and again. She resembled Odette Delacroix. And the scene was kind of like Odette’s porn vid with the black guy, just that in staircase landing setting, and much more vocal and vulgar.
The black guy grunted somemore and pumped her somemore before finally pulling out of her and grabbing her head with his left hand and pulling her towards his dick. With his right hand, he pointed his at least 8” dick at her face and 3 streams of thick, white, creamy cum burst from the tip of his dick and splashed onto the lady’s face, streaking across her eyes, her nose, and her mouth. She opened her mouth and tried to catched the remaining spurts, before sucking his dick clean. It was then she noticed us voyeuring, and she winked at us.
Ann and I smiled and waved, then quickly went back to our room. Yivonne was already sleeping soundly and we slipped into the bed after stripping totally naked. Ann and I hugged each other as we fell asleep shortly after.
Hong Kong Day 4
I dreamt I was walking around in Bishan Park, just taking a leisurely stroll. Suddenly, Ann appeared. She was wearing tank top, and pink running shorts. She had her hair tied up in a messy ponytail and she began to run circles around me, smiling and giggling as she enjoyed my company. We ran for a distance, when suddenly we saw Kim waiting at a bench for me.
She was also dressed in running attire and she joined us in the run. Ann’s smile faded a little, and she jostled with Kim for my attention. Kim also tried hard to get my attention. Another 1km later, a third girl joined the fray. Tingting was dressed in her RJC PE shirt and fbts. Kim stood still in shock at first, wondering who this new girl was, and then went to confront Tingting.
All hell broke loose after as Kim and Tingting got into a catfight, and Ann tried to separate them, but got pulled into the fight as well. I tried to stop the 3 of them, and succeeded. But the 3 of them then ganged up on me and I ran away.
A pillow smacking my face woke me up. I opened my eyes to see Yivonne holding the pillow and preparing to smack Ann this time.
Yivonne: Wakie wakie!! Time to go prepare! We got lots of places to go and lots of food to eat today!
I rolled away and got up just as Yivonne brought the pillow down on Ann’s back.
Ann: Argh!! Oei!!!! Stop it!!!
Yivonne laughed and whack Ann a few more times with the pillow. Ann blocked the blows with her hands, then she grabbed Yivonne’s knees and tackled her down onto the bed. Ann immediately got up on top of Yivonne and pulled Yivonne’s panties down swiftly. Her hands moved quickly, and Ann was soon rubbing Yivonne’s shaved pussy.
Yivonne tried to resist and struggle, laughing at the same time, but Ann lay down on her, restricting her movements, all the while rubbing away down below. Soon, Yivonne’s resistance was ebbed away slowly.
I stared at the scene a while, then I walked to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth. The sound of laughter continued a while, then stopped as silence took over. Then the silence was replaced by soft sighs and soft moans.
When I emerged from the bathroom, Yivonne and Ann were in the thick of the action. They were French kissing each other, tongues flaying and parrying each other. Their hands were either groping breasts or rubbing each other’s pussies.
As I continued to watch, Ann picked up a jackrabbit vibrator from her luggage, and turned it on. She slowly rubbed the vibrating tip against Yivonne’s pussy and Yivonne gasped and let out a soft moan.
Not wasting time, Ann slid the vibrator into Yivonne’s pussy, and Yivonne gripped the sides of the pillow she was resting on tightly. Her legs spread even wider, as Ann slid the vibrator in and out of her.
Within minutes, Yivonne was moaning like a bitch in heat, and she opened and closed her legs time and time again as the pleasure hit home. Her ab lines showed as her muscles tensed up.
Yivonne: hoooo…. Hooo… euggghghhh…. Urrrgggghhhhh….. yeesssss…… goddd……. Urrrgggggghhhh…. Urrgghh urrrgghhh urggghhh… URRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Her hips lifted off the bed momentarily as she reached orgasm. Yivonne closed her legs tightly and you can see that her muscles all tensed up. Her hips wiggled and twitched a couple more times as waves of pleasure flooded through her body. Ann held the vibrator in, but Yivonne kept squirming, trying to wriggle her hips away from the source of stimulation.
Yivonne: Noooo…. Staoooppp…. Ann… pleaseee…… stop…… I cannot…. Take…. It… anymore…….
Ann grinned sadistically as she continued to hold the vibrator in, and soon, the merciless device drove Yivonne into a second, and a third orgasm.
Only then did Ann remove the soaking jackrabbit. She licked the juices off the vibrator as Yivonne lay on the bed, her arms and legs wide open. Juices were flowing freely from her gaping pussy. Her legs continued to shiver as the waves of pleasure slowly died down very slowly.
Ann: That’ll teach you to smack me with pillow again!
I swear by this stage, my boxers were surely stained with my precum. How could it not be with such a sight? I shoved my hands under my boxers to adjust my erected dick, which was catching the fabric of my boxers and made it extremely uncomfortable. I felt the wetness of my precum and I did the adjustments.
Knocking suddenly came from the door, and I went over to look who it was. Eileen and Joel were dressed up and waiting outside. Oh shit.
I opened the door, and asked them to come in first, as the girls aren’t ready. Eileen raised an eyebrow and stomped into the room, then stopped. In front of her was Yivonne, sprawled naked and soaking on the bed, and Ann, also naked and putting away her jackrabbit.
Eileen: What the hell are you all doing?! We’re supposed to be ready to go out now!!! Already 9am liao!!! Wah lau wei!!!
Ann: Chill your titties, Eileen. We’ll get ready fast.
Ann dragged Yivonne into the bathroom. After 30mins, Ann and Yivonne were also dressed up and ready to go. Yivonne had only light make up, but somehow, Ann found the time to do a bit more.
We headed out to Australian Dairy Company for breakfast. The service here was better than Capital Café, and the toasts were better too! It was definitely worth the long queue. We shared macaroni soup and various toasts and had coffee or tea.
Next stop was Nathan road, opposite Novotel Nathan, for lunch. We stopped at Nathan Congee and ordered a bowl of congee each. The congee was excellent! It was super smooth, and the portion was huge. The amount of ingredients they gave was generous as well. I found Nathan congee to be slightly better than Trusty King’s.
We then headed back down to Tsim Sha Tsui, in search of the highly raved Sun Kee Cheese Noodles. Personally, I found the noodles were worth the rave. The chicken cutlet and pork cutlet were absolutely delicious. Crispy on the outside, and tender and flavourful on the inside. The cheese noodles was nice too, and Eileen burnt her tongue because she ate too fast without blowing the noodles cool.
The only complaint was that, if you don’t eat each mouthful with a small piece of the cutlets, you will find the cheese noodles alone to be very gelat. Ann had a habit of eating all the good stuff first, and leaving the noodles to the last. After half a bowl, she pushed her noodles to me, saying that it was too gelat for her.
After the noodles, we walked around a bit, and ended outside Mirador Mansion. There was a long line forming outside of the MTR exit, and it lead inside the building. I was wondering what the line was for when I saw people walking out carrying bags of Jenny Biscuits.
We joined the queue and an hour later, we each went back to the hotel with 4 big tins of assorted Jenny biscuits. Even though the tins were sealed, we could smell the heavenly sweet smell of the biscuits. Joel couldn’t resist and he opened a tin in the hotel. Within 20mins, the tin was empty, the contents all in our tummies.
While Eileen and Joel returned to their rooms to rest, and Yivonne took a nap, Ann and I headed out again. I had wanted to go out and look for some snacks to buy back to Singapore, and she wanted to accompany me. Once again, she clinged to my arm and had that silly smile of bliss on her face.
We stopped by a small shop selling the Hong Kong eggettes, and she bought a packet to eat, as it smelled heavenly. Every now and then, she would insist on feeding me a bit of it.
After walking for a bit, I finally found what I was looking for. The seaweed crackers from Aji Ichiban. I bought a few packets of assorted flavours, and Ann bought a few as well, after being assured by me that it is damn good. Carrying our loots, we made our way back to the hotel.
After freshening up, we collected Eileen and Joel, as well as Yivonne, and we headed out to Central for dinner. There was one more Roast Goose place to be knocked out from our itinerary, Yung Kee.
Yung Kee and Kam’s were supposedly opened by family members that had a dispute and went separate ways. So technically their recipe should be the same. However, there was some differences. We found Yung Kee’s goose to be slightly more well-done than Kam’s. It’s not that it’s not tender still, but it’s a little more cooked compared to Kam’s. Tastewise, there was a slight difference on the flavor, but it was still very good.
The final verdict was that Yat Lok, Kam’s, and Yung Kee, were all very good places to get your roast goose fix. You cannot go wrong with either of them. Sure, there are slight differences to each of them, but to me, I feel that I can’t find that any of them wins clearcut. I would eat from the 3 eateries equally.
Having satisfied our tummies, we made our way back to the hotel to start packing. We grunted and puffed as we struggled to stuff everything into our luggages. It’s not that the items we have are heavy and many, the problem was that they took up a lot of space, especially the seaweed crackers. At about 10pm, we sat back onto the bed, done with our packing. I pulled out 3 cans of beer from the fridge and passed one each to Yivonne and Ann as we stoned away, staring into space.
Yivonne: So fast 5d 4n going to finish le… But I must say I really enjoyed HK… the food is damn awesome!
Ann: I know right? Omg… I think if I stay in HK, I sure become damn fat one… Don’t understand how the HK girls can eat and eat and eat and yet stay so slim and beautiful…
*GROWL*
Yivonne: ANN!!!!
Ann: oops… talk about food I hungry liao…. Got craving for the downstairs suckling pig and roast pork belly!
Me: Actually I also a bit hungry…
Ann: YAY!!! Jun and I go buy supper!!!
Ann got up and pulled my hand as we quickly put on our shoes and headed out, leaving Yivonne in the room alone. Few minutes later, we were at the restaurant beside our hotel. Ann had ordered suckling pig, roast pork belly, some soya sauce chicken, and an oyster omelette. She also ran to the corner takeout stall to buy stirfried hong kong noodles.
We had a very solid supper after we returned to the room, and Eileen and Joel came over and joined us as well as Ann bought way too much food. After eating up, we rested for a while and chatted before we all turned in for the night.
Hong Kong Day 5
We woke up early and had wanton and dumpling mee for breakfast, then we walked around the area near our hotel. The girls popped into the Bonjour stalls to check the price for some make up items, and bought those that were cheaper than in Singapore. We then headed to the takeout stall at the corner and bought our lunch.
Lunch was a quick affair back in my room, and we checked out after that. We went back to the airport the same way we came, via the airport transfer MTR. Checked in our luggage at the airport, and waited around for our turn to board. a short flight later, we were back in Singapore. I picked up a bottle of Macallan 18yrs from the DFS and Ann bought me a Glenmorangie 18yrs as well.
I reached my apartment in the evening, and noted that the lights in Kim’s apartment was not switched on, which meant that they probably went out. I headed in to my apartment and began to unpack my luggage and my duffel bag, taking out the snacks and separating them into 3 piles. One pile for my parents, one pile for Kim, and the largest pile for Tingting and her family.
I dropped Kim a message, saying that I was home. And she replied that she was out with her dad and the Parks, having dinner at a Korean BBQ and won’t be home so early as the rest have just started drinking. I told her I would head out to pass some snacks to my parents and won’t be back so early either.
I managed to squeeze the snacks for my parents and Tingting’s family into my duffel bag, and I headed out to my parents’ place first. My dad opened the door and I entered the living room to see my mum dozing off at the massage chair.
Me: Pa, Ma, I brought yall some snacks from Hong Kong.
Mum jerked awake and switched off the massage chair and walked over to hug me.
Mum: Aiyoh ah boy… why you buy so many things? How your Ah Pa and I finish?
Me: Not all is you all de lah! I going pass Tingting and her family the rest after this.
Mum: Oooh… Tingting… okie okie….
She gave me a wink.
Me: Mum!
Mum: K lah k lah! Don’t tease you liao! But her mum and I go yum cha will talk about you and Tingting de. Hahaha…
My dad already opened one tin of the Jenny Biscuits and the aroma filled the living room. Mum got tempted and went over to eat the biscuits as well. It’s my chance to smoke out. I said goodbye and left them to their own devices as I lugged the duffel bag and left to go to Tingting’s place.
Tingting came running out onto her driveway as I stopped in front of her house. The gates opened and I pushed my bike in after switching off the ignition.
Tingting: I heard your bike and I quickly ran out to see if it’s really you! What a surprise! You didn’t let me know you were coming!
Me: Heh… thought I’ll drop by to pass you all the stuff I bought from Hong Kong.
Tingting gave me a big hug then carried the duffel bag into the house.
Tingting: Mummy! Daddy! Jun is here with snacks from Hong Kong!
Auntie: Wah Jun! Thank you arh! You buy so many things arh?!
Auntie peered into the bag as Tingting opened it up and began taking out the goodies. There were Jenny Biscuits, pastries from Koi Kei, seaweed crackers from Aji Ichiban, and more snacks. There was even a bundle of lup cheong (dried Chinese sausages) because Auntie had mentioned that the ones in Hong Kong were really good.
Auntie: Aiyoh! Even lup cheong also got! Wah Jun, thanks arh! Tingting has been complaining that her favourite lup cheong omelette was not as nice in the past because the lup cheong we bought from Chinatown the flavor not as good.
Tingting: Hehehe…
Tingting picked up a packet of the BBQ flavoured seaweed crackers and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the stairs.
Auntie: Go go! Go enjoy yourselves!
Tingting pulled me up to her room, and locked the door after we entered. She turned the tv on and played a tvb drama, turning the volume up a bit more than usual. Once done, she put the bag of crackers at the side of her bed and hugged me tightly and kissed me.
Tingting: mmm… I miss you so much!
I hugged her back and we sat down on the bed. Tingting told me what she was up to over the past week. More studying, and more tales about her attachment at SGH. She had to administer stitches to a young girl who fell into a drain because the mum was busy talking on the phone and not looking at where she was headed. She also passed her latest bike lesson, which was S course and Crank course.
As she spoke, she raised her hands animatedly, and her long sleeve t-shirt hiked upwards towards her elbow. That was when I noticed a bruise on her elbow. I grabbed her arm and turned it so the elbow was more visible. The bruise wasn’t that bad, but it was there nonetheless.
Me: What happened to your elbow?
Tingting pulled her arm back and looked away, contemplating whether to lie to me or not. She always bit her lip when she is thinking of lying and she won’t maintain eye contact. We have had arguments in the past because she would lie just to make me not worry.
Tingting: I… i…
She then turned towards me and met my eyes with hers.
Tingting: I was doing S course, then the first time I entered the course, I didn’t lean enough and my eyeline was not maintained half circle ahead. I saw that I was going to hit the curb and I tried to close the bike throttle. Then the bike slowed down and jerked, then I panicked and open throttle again, then the bike jerked and sped up and I mounted the curb and fell off the bike.
I immediately turned her legs to the side to see if she was hurt anywhere else. I examined her knees, her legs, and pulled her shorts down to examine her hips. There was nothing. Tingting smiled at my concern.
Tingting: Don’t worry, only my elbow kena. Luckily I was wearing elbow guard and knee guard.
Me: Please be careful k? Next time before each lesson, you let me know what course you doing, I give you some tips ok? Maybe I can teach you before the course also.
Tingting: Okay! Hehehe… Anyway, the instructors there quite nice lah, he also fussed over me when I fell.
Me: Only because you are a chiobu rider. They all always nicer to zharbor one. The more chio you are, the nicer they are to you.
Tingting: Hehehe…
Me: S course you must look ahead at where you want to go, then your body must relax and you must maintain throttle. If your throttle don’t maintain, your bike will jerk. Your eyeline don’t maintain at where you want to go, you will also mount curb.
Tingting: Yes sensei!
Me: Sensei your head lah!
Tingting laughed and hugged me.
Tingting: Anyway, I passed the S course and Crank course, don’t worry. After I fell, I went to drink some water, then I managed to get the hang of it after a few more practices. Don’t worry k? Your Tingting is a strong, badass bitch!
I rubbed her shoulders and she leaned against me, her hands resting on my abs. The silence built up, and was about to become awkward. I was about to break it by asking her something, but her hands slid south under my jeans to fondle my dick. The question I wanted to ask her flew out of the window right at that moment.
She held my head and positioned her lips so that they met mine, and we kissed, slowly at first, but building intensity with each peck. My hands started to caress her smooth back, then slid under her shirt so that I felt her skin instead of the fabric of her shirt.
Tingting pushed me down onto the bed, and she lay down beside me, still kissing and fondling me. Her hand came out from under my jeans and began to work the buckle. Then, she stopped suddenly and looked up.