Not your ordinary pen

I hate being a fake person keeping my real personality behind the deceiving mask to please the girls around. Hence, the ME you see with your bare naked eyes and the ME at home are the same ME, as genuine as can be. Maybe that's the reason why people did not find me a shy person, which is totally untrue.

From this blog, if you follow as closely as can be, you are actually peeling deeper and deeper of my inner real self, exposing my deepest fantasies and thoughts. I feel the worst vulnerability here.

Anyway, cut the philosophical crap, I am telling you another fantasy-turn-reality of mine.


Have you ever thought of where did all the airline pens come from? Yeah yeah, from the airlines. But mine is not, not your typical airline pen.

I was trying to fill in the form on my flight to HK but could not locate any pen. I searched high and low but to no avail. So, where could I get one? No way, not from any of the ordinary guys next to me!

I asked politely one of the sweet air stewardess, who has lips resembling Amber Chia's, whether if I could get a pen. With her sexy and pouty lips slightly open, she took a pen out of the apex of her tight fitting batik uniform with a deep V cutting, and said with a sexy husky tone, "sir, you can have this..."

Omigod! With my jaw wide open and saliva dripping all over me, I took the pen in disbelief, still feeling the warm pen in my palm. The faint warmth from her tight cleavage?! Oh my, I have never been so lucky!

I wonder what perfume she is wearing, sniff sniff...