Red Empress: HELL flavoured: taste like valentine

Don’t a small amount of people die every year after eating this shit I asked Norie; She answered yeah, but the restaurant that we are going, the chef haven’t kill anyone YET. So you are QUITE safe. Deep inside I really wanna do this but somehow coming from a country where usually drivers obtain their driving license by paying Duit Kopi-o (bribe money), somehow just sort of struck me that what if it is the same here for the licensed Fugu Chef. But I don’t wanna be a pussy and back out now, Norie, Kenichi, Hota and I are already on our way there. Hota assured me that I am relatively safe because if I die eating Fugu in that restaurant, I will be the very first and I will be really famous. Experienced Fugu chefs will leave enough poison in the flesh of the fish to give the eaters a little numbness around the lips and tongue and this is what that keeps eaters coming back for more. But sometimes, maybe sometimes the poison is a little too much. Anyway, along the way Hota gave me a little insight about Japan’s favorite delicacy as part of the whole Fugu eating experience.

“It's said that the most poisonous Fugu, "Tora-fugu," is the most delicious. Its toxin makes cyanide look like Aspirin. Just touching a it the wrong way can be deadly. The common blowfish contains enough tetrodotoxin to kill up to 30 adult humans. “In the case of torafugu, the ovary alone sometimes weighs over a kilogram and contains enough poison to kill some 20 people. The poison paralyzes the muscles while the victim stays fully conscious, and eventually suffocates and dies. There is currently no antidote, and the standard medical approach is to try to support the respiratory and circulatory system until the effect of the poison wears off. The chef must have special skills and knowledge about Fugu to be licensed. Poisonous parts of Fugu differ, depending on the kind of Fugu. Because of the strict regulations, the number of deaths is decreasing. Best time to eat them is October to March”

As we reached the place, I just can’t help but to notice but I am flirting with death and this could be my very last meal,. After having the urge of doing this ever since I heard about it, I finally succumbed to the temptation. God damn it, sitting my ass down on the chair waiting for my Fugu set meal, feels like I am sitting on an electric chairand waiting for the switch to be flipped; but what the heck anyway, living is meaningless without a little death, don’t you think so? As the starters came out, deep down inside I thought to myself, this could very much be the beginning ……of the end.

Fugusahi
First, it was the famous grey colored sashimi (Fugu) served with Ponzu dipping sauce (a citrus-like soy sauce).

Yubiki
Next was a salad made with the raw skin and meat of the Fugu eaten green onions and a light citrus dressing.

Fugu-no-karaage

Deep Fry Fugu, contains various other parts of the fish, some meat, some crunchy bone, deep fried with a few vegetables. I love this one, reminds me of Kerepok Lekor (hometown food). But this is a damn expensive Kerepok Lekor.

I did felt a slight tingle on my tongue during the first two courses but not to the extent of numbness. I think the chef was going easy on me and trying like hell not to get me killed. Anyway, it was fun and nerve wrecking experience especially the anticipation and the taking of the first bite. After that it was smooth sailing and deliciously fun.

Total damage done = 7,000 yen (RM213.00/SD93.00) per head and making a grand total damage of 28,000 yen. I think someone amongst us is being poison by the Fugu poison.

This is my first time in New York; I have always dream of coming here but surely not under these circumstances. I never would have thought that there are so many sorts of people living around in the world until I hit the streets of New York. If New York is a bowl and the people living there is the food, the dish would definitely be a “Rojak” (all mixed up dish). The best thing was when it was just about to rain, suddenly a bunch of people just popped out of nowhere selling umbrellas. A minute ago they weren’t even there but suddenly the streets are filled with umbrella peddlers. Everyone seem to be rushing or trying to catch a train to somewhere, just like Japan, the only difference is in Japan everyone seems to be in a black suit and trying to portray the corporate look, but here everyone seems to be themselves. It kinda reminds me of when I was running the rat race in KL, I didn’t have the spark and fire in me like the people here. So yes, I chase for the train to get to work, from 9 to 5 I only strife only to stay awake. The motivation I had for work was the pay check at the end of the month so that I can pay out my almost maxed out and scratch-fill credit cards. But it was different here, it makes the child inside me dare to dream and believe he can fly. Everyone dreams big here; no wonder it is a great city. Now I really get what Mike mean when he always ask me to dream like New York and aim for the stars.

Another thing, there’s street performance almost everywhere like in the train stations, parks, alleys and overpasses. You will get to see and heard all sort of music being played. Especially acoustics. (I simply just love acoustics) This guy Larry Wright the famous street drummer makes about $300 a day as a street musician, If a guy can sit on a stool and bang a bucket for a living, I think I can be one of street musician and try my luck by hitting the streets. I guess it would be interesting, will then you guys about it. Whether I get some spare changes or will I get egg.

Larry Wright bangs the bucket all night long, watch it on YouTube

And Finally to answer the most important question that someone asked me today:

As some of you might already know that I am heading to Boulder tonight to attend Michael’s Funeral. I will be off to JFK first, then I am supposed to meet someone from the Metro New York House of Prayer, and they will arrange for me to get to the city of Boulder, Colorado. All my bags are packed and I am just hours away from leaving. Anyway, someone has been a big time influence on my choice of music these last few days, Now I find myself instead of sticking my tongue out and head banging to Marilyn Manson, I am tapping my feet and occasionally having the urge to dance to Glen Miller or Sinatra's tune. I was never a big fan of Jazz and swing but that doesn’t mean I won’t give it a go; and now I slowing getting the “swing” of it all. I have jammed pack my iPod with feet tapping and ass swinging jazz tunes for the fly, so if you are on the same flight with me to New York tonight and if you feel like you have just hit an air bubble, no it is just me listening ,tapping my feet and swinging my ass to Harry Connick Jr. Looks like I have been all jazzed up by the Jazz bug, but someone has been bitten by the typo bug, so we are even now :D

For those who read my previous post on the train café and wanted to know what else happened, I think it was just a little too much of information to let loose but I can tell you there was another 6 more girls completely Kawaii and all dressed up in different attired. God damnit ! There was even a nurse going to work and she was wearing those pantyhose thingy. I was too much in a grope and smack frenzy, that I forgot my name and thus couldn’t recall what the hell happened in there..fufufufufu…pssst, I tell you what really happened if I see you all in MSN, just ask me. I am getting paranoid, what if my mum learns how to operate the computer overnight and accidentally stumble across my blog? Die, must call back tonight to find out if my mum knows how to operate the compute or not.

You know I think I might have some kind of super power; every time I have to wake up early for something important, I will fucking beat the alarm clock by waking up a couple of minutes earlier to switch it off. So if anyone of you think you have this super power too, why don’t we gang up and form superheroes league of something so that we can wear cool costume and have an excuse to show off our underwear? Anyway, it happened to me again this morning, it wasn’t 1 minute or two, but I woke up 30 minutes earlier despite having slept just a little over 4 hours only. Why? Because I had recording today and today I will be working with some of Japan’s finest musician and I really don’t wanna screw up. I have been practicing on my guitar riffs and solo the whole day in the studio while waiting for Norie to finish her training because we had an agenda later on that evening. Man, I fucking hell tell you, the more I practice, the worse I become. Towards the end my level of confidence drops from hero to zero. Bloody hell, I shouldn’t have practice at all. But thanks to McPinkie who told me the story about how she made a complete fool of herself in front a cute Japanese music examiner ; I feel better already , because I can’t possibly be that bad…fufufufufufu…joking . Anyways, yesterday ended with Norie and me going out for a late supper and then going on a hunt for the legendary “Love Machine”; People across the world said it was an urban legend, some say it was a myth but here in Japanese, every fucking Toyota, Daihatsu and Honda knows it exist.

You see in the 1980s, there was this machine that was called “white machine” or “love machine” that dispense freshly sealed folder pair of used panties complete with the previous owner’s picture (usually school girls) and a seductive message - it is something like fortune cookie but instead getting to eat the cookie all you get is a pair of used panties that is good enough for you to smell. In the earlier 1990s, 3 smart ass business men positioned and stocked up 90 of this god forsaken machine across Tokyo and claiming that the “panties are 100% guaranteed wore by a Japanese school girl”. The authorities were not amused, and the 3 smart ass business men were charged for not having a license to conduct their business. The authority claimed that used clothing e.g. used panties falls under the category of antiques and the 3 business men hadn’t apply for it. In addition to that, they had committed fraud advertising because that was not way to prove that the panties were really worn by a school girl. Since then the machine just sort of disappear. But it is hard to keep something that is highly in demand from never resurfacing. Just like pirated DVDs or CDs in many countries. Because, many have seen this legendary machine around Tokyo and it still exist. Norie and I was on a hunt for this machine, because I wanted to get a little decoration piece from Japan to spice up my room. We didn’t manage to locate any “love machine” but manage to find a shop that sells sealed up used panties that comes in a very cool plastic case. I gotta get one because I simply love the packaging. But that doesn’t mean we our quest for the “Holy” machine ends here. We get back to y’all if I manage to spot one. Will take orders if anyone of you are interested :P

My very own freshly sealed used panties that cost me around 4,800 yen (RM144.00)

Coming back to the question of whether have I taken Norie’s offer of watching the DVD with her? Well, frankly I haven’t decided yet but most of the girls said that I shouldn’t and most of the guys said I should. I will tell you what I think in my next post because I am outta time today and I need to be going in recording now…

Waking up next to a beautiful lady in the morning; I got my chance to get back at her for trying to take my wake up look previously.

[Undated]

Dear diary,

I have a naughty little tale to tell. *quivering breathing* , plucked from the pages of this blogger’s history--- messed up but true, and it guarantee to stimulate the senses. The story of x; a ravishing Young (ahem) blogger whose sexual fantasies runs the gamut from threesome to tensome, or some of you may call it orgy. But who doesn’t dream of indulging in every spasm of lust? Feeding the depraved hunger. Owing to his stay in Tokyo, x is granted to do just that; inflicting perversion and pleasure with equal zest. Until one day, x found himself in the mercy of a girl every bit as perverse as he; a girl whose skill in the art of perversion exceeded his own. *gasp*

Let me take you back to x’s birthday, which you don’t have to go back very far, because it just happened to be yesterday. A bunch of his friends offered to bring x to the infamous café somewhere in Tokyo’s Ikebukuro. It was no ordinary café, because every hour customers with get to ride a stimulated train complete with hand straps and fulfill their most perverted fantasies by groping the females inside the train to the heart’s content. In simple words, it was a breast and ass buffet.

Let me just explain to you how the perverse yet magnificent system works. The male paying customer will board the train and is to remain standing in one place only; with women (employees) coming and going at each train stop for the duration of 20 minutes. To stimulate realism, each stop provides stop announcement s that comes from the loudspeakers, just like our shitty Putra LRT only it is in Japanese. It is also signifies the change of the buffet spread for the males. The male customers are free to run their dirty hands up a nearby girl’s skirt or fondle her breast from behind. However, contact beneath a girl’s undergarment is forbidden. Each girl has a blow whistle and if a violation is committed, she will blow the whistle and the perpetrator will be thrown down the train.

x could almost felt his heart right up to his throat when he boarded the train because even though x was a natural bra un-hooker and have already fondle hundreds of boobies or many not that much, maybe 10s of boobies in his life but he has never ever been in this fucked up situation where he needs to grope or fondle a completely stranger’s breast or ass. But x was warned by his friends that they have pay good money to bring x in and for the 20 minutes ride, so x cannot possibly let them down. Standing there even before the girls came in, it already felt like it is going to be a hell long ride because x was feeling so much uneasiness. Then the girls came in and standing in front of x was a girl who was dressed in a completely white tennis attired who looks like she was going for a tennis game or something. As x look out, x could see J. doing the air humping action which was his way of giving x mental support. Damn x have such great friends indeed. Just like a hungry man with a KFC dinner plate in front of him, will it be chicken breast or chicken thigh first? Should x give his courtesy to the ass or the breast? x didn’t want to be rude to the extremely Kawaii brown hair tennis girl in front of him, so with a great “Amen”, with full palm, x lay a smack right on the tennis girl’s right ass cheek and could immediate feel the girl’s shudder and also felt the lacey panties that was beneath the skirt. She turned around with a half blushed face she whispered in x’s ears with a fake desperate tone,” Ahhh! Iyaaa. Yameteh Kudaksai.” (Nooo, Doooon’t. Please Stop it) and then proceeds to give x a grin that is telling x that she wants more. Damn, x hate to admit it but x is beginning to like it, now x feel like a pervert already, this is so going to be the last time x am coming here or maybe not ..fufufufufufufufufu.

The night ended with us going to look for some food, they were thinking of celebrating my birthday at Mickey Ds, so that I can wear party hats and grope Ronnie? But I wanted something more filling like Col. Sanders, so we headed to Kentucky Fucking Chicken instead.

Sorry for the blurred picture because my hands were still shaking and it was taken from a moving car.

NO, I have not seen the DVD and I confess that I am not man enough to take this porn. So this is your chance people, my comment is open for you all to mouth off whatever you like about me being a big fucking wuss for not watching it. Comments who bitch and whine about me will be published but say all you like about me but just leave the bad mouthing off Norie or Kenichi out of it okie? This is my blog and I don’t wanna let other steal the lime light from me. I guess every man has his kryptonite, and I finally found my and it is the porn in the motherfucking DVD or could it be Norie??? Anyway, I am sure that Norie is in but the Kenichi’s part really blew me off guard. Frankly, I really don’t wanna watch it here, not while I am seeing them almost every day, but at the same time the suspense is tearing my ass apart.

Last night, I was out with Norie and things just sorta slipped outta my mouth. I told her that I got the DVD from Kenichi and about Kenichi’s part in the DVD was a shocker to me and I also told her that I just couldn’t bring myself to watch it because I wasn’t ready to find out what is inside it and top of that I just didn’t want it to change the way I see her. She just smiles and said please don’t watch it. But somehow she said this is who she is and I cannot change the fact she did the DVD. And towards the end, she said, what if she watched it with me, would it make a difference?

Now, this offer to watch a movie together isn’t like an actress who is asking you to watch the film she acted in. It may or may not have a hidden meaning. A hundred millions thought races across my head? Should I or shouldn’t I watch it with her? Anyway, is the act of watching porn with another guy’s girlfriend consider cheating? I tell you when you want something which is wrong, you will come out with a million ridiculous theories that will justify your misdoing:

Take this for example:

Let A denotes the difference in Time between Norie and her Boy friend

Let B denotes the time that has lapsed since the act of watching the porn

IF A>B, and Norie sees her Bf and spends time with him, thus canceling off the action of watching the porn before it happened.

IF B>A, she has committed the act of cheating.

A large part of me is tell me this is wrong, what if in the heat of the moment she accidentally slipped and landed on my dick but maybe she is just being supportive and trying to show a part of her, so that I can get to know her and accept her for who she is and jso why don't i just watch the bloody porn and get it off my system?

I haven’t made up my mind yet. The guys are bringing me to Train Café tomorrow for my celebration. Just to let you know, what train Café is about- it is stimulated train ride with a “grope buffet”, I will tell you more when I experience it firsthand. Till then I haven’t make up my mind to watch it with Norie or not …and Oh…About Kenichi, yes, he is one of the “actors” but they didn’t do each other, he was in another 3-way scene :S

Bye bye Daichi Annex Hotel, I am off to another place

I just got back from Kenichi’s Place in Shinagawaku to celebrate the New Year. Well, it wasn’t really a celebration because there wasn’t any here in his place but just a simple family gathering and also for me to try out the lifestyle of a Japanese family. Instead of telling a shit load of things I see and done, why do I just give you some pictures and go on with the “Hell Yeah, I love Tokyo Bitch” post.

The exterior of Kenichi’s place

This is the Tatami room that has been converted into my guest room and this is a super duper sleeping mattress. I just love sleeping into it , feels like I am wrapped in larger comfortable duvet

I have been here for some time now but today is the first day that I had a traditional breakfast which comprise of: rice, miso soup, tofu, egg, seaweed, vegetables and pickles. And they called us China Ah Pek Fun Tong (Rice Barrel). Look at them having rice early in the morning.

Anyway, we were supposed to go to this fucking famous Sengakuji Temple this morning. Usually I am not into the tourist bull shit but after Kenichi told me the story about the 47 Ronin , I was intrigue with the story of the 47 Ronin that have been buried there. Most of the people here know the story of the 47 Ronin by heart like us Malaysian know our Hang Tuah Shit. So I hope you are in a mood for a fucking long and boring story about the 47 Ronin, because here it goes:

The end.

On another note, A couple of weeks ago, this POMPUAN (women) interviewed me on my fetish on mountain biking and yesterdays I was featured on their online mag. If you are in to the hip, hype and shit like that stuff, you should definately go and check out this site WWW.UTH.COM.MY which has just been launch yesterday. There will certainly be some shit that suits you.

Inilah muka pompuan yang interview saya.

[Click here to read the interview]

::More of my mountain bike fetish::

A Virgin’s Story

X Country

My Disease

My Bikes

Macho Ballerina

The streets of Japan and on our way to the cinema.

I woke up with every inch of my body feeling sore, just like after you are being crucified. Now I roughly know how Jesus felt after he got off the cross. Respect! Anyway, it could be my Shoaling Monk pushing the cart missionary position or her Guan Yin sitting on the lotus style or our crouching pussy and hidden cock position or it could be all the banging & humping & screwing & boning & fucking & more banging or should I say the super duper sleazy dirty yet sweet vigorous sex I dreamt about last night. Even though it happened in my dreams but still every fucking inch of sore in my body is real. Why? Because I have 3 guys sleeping on my bed and I was left to the floor to myself is why. Even the couch is taken. After the movie, Norie and I were suppose to meet the others, so I waited at the hotel for them. I thought we were going out for something but when they arrived, I saw bags of booze and food and I knew that they were going to camp out in my room. There were about 10 of us in that room and so many things were going on at the same time. Some of them were eating and boozing away, some of them flash out their PSPs and started challenging each other (did I mention that Japs are PSP crazy? It is almost like a part of their limb, they go everywhere with it), some were watching TV. While Norie and I sat at a corner watching, she continued telling me the whole Bleach movie that we just saw, because there weren’t any fucking subtitle. Finally, I understand what the fuck was going on? Don’t worry, they will be no spoilers, just read on. Besides the movie, we spent hours talking about our background and shit like that, I was getting to know Norie, not the ex-porn star but the real one.

A call came in and she had to leave. Of all the people, why did she have to leave? Since The underground rail here doesn’t run 24 hours, so I accompanied her to catch a taxi and I offer to pay for the fare. I was smart this time, I asked for fixed rather than the meter. But it still cost me a bomb…sighs.

You know after these few days of just hanging out with Norie, I think I pretty much know her but somehow, I just couldn’t bring myself to ask her why she did the movie. Maybe I just don’t wanna know. Does it matters? We are all the same, beneath our skin we all flow the same red blood in our veins. Will be at Kenichi’s house on New Year day where he will show me his collection of porn and also the infamous Norie’s DVD. I am having second thoughts of watching it. Come on, would you watch porn that stars a person whom you are close with? I could mess up your mind badly and change the prospect of that person in your mind. Should I or shouldn’t I? What if it was you and you were going to watch porn that stars your best friend? To watch or not to watch? That is the question.

This one is for Pink, I know your fetish for Kenichi, and so I took the liberty of taking the picture of his foot. It is just my way of saying for the Xmas card, even though it was a blank one (the stick on note wasn’t there). I am sure I can have good use for it.

I present you Kenichi’s foot.

You know it is hard to be yourself when you are weighted down with such a holy, sacred and noble duty. I was sitting across Norie as her big round eyes sparkled, almost crystal-like, and her smile that could cause you to almost be at the verge of exploding in your pants. I was searching for the right time to pop the question. With sweaty palms on a 11' degrees night, I prayed like a bloody pagan to gods and angels or whoever would give me a sign.

Dear God, thank you for putting me in the company of such a fine piece of ass, but pretty please tell me when it is going to be my time? Show me a sign. Moses got a sign with you lid the fucking bush on fire, Smartass Peter got a sign for denying you when the duck livestock made some noise for three times. When Lord? When is mine? When LORD? WHEN? FUCKKKKKK!!!! (Sensed the pressure sinking in?)

Amen

And it happened but sadly it wasn’t divine intervention. But I think it was the Asahi beer that gave me the balls. So I just asked her straight to the face. After I just realized what had just come out of my fucking mouth, I started to panic and I could feel my face getting hotter. What if she gives me the “So I sold my soul to porn, so don’t you call me a whore” look and top that with a bitch slap across the face. Or maybe stone me with the Tafo which was in front of her? But that was not what happened. Her sparkling eyes grew bigger and the smile on her face on her smile wider and even sweeter and she said YES. And I notice one thing; I wasn’t out for dinner with any porn star. She was an Angelic Porn Star from the heavens above. I was totally captivated by the way she responded to situation and that made my face grew even hotter. She laughed and said that I was blushing but I said, I don’t blush and I put the blame on the beer.

I didn’t really ask her much on why she did it? But we talked a fair bit about the “Artistic” show that she was in. I asked her what the story was about and she said that unlike the porn from America who likes to make parody of famous movies e.g.: “Tarzan X”. Japanese porn is just straight about fucks, no script and no acting required. But sometimes the girls are required to play with some “toys” alone on the camera. I asked her would she mind if accidentally happened to watch her porn. She just laughed and pointed me to the direction or person that has a copy of it – Kenichi.

Towards the end of the night, I got a really unexpected question from Norie? She asked me, did I expect her to sleep with me because she was a porn star? Without a moment of hesitation I answered NO, I respected her for what she did and I wouldn’t take advantage of her. But after answering her that, somehow part of me wanted to kick my own ass silly, what if the hidden meaning in her question was,” do you wanna fuck me?” and I should have said yes and get lucky. So, it was back to the Annex Hotel for my sorry ass and hitting the shower without turning on the heater on.

I bet you think I was a letdown huh? But what you don’t get at night, makes its appearance in another form at lunch time, look what she made me for lunch today? Homemade Bento set. She said it was a way of thanking me for the nice time she had last night, especially watching me banging -----The Taiko drum game of course.

It was a really good attempt to make the Bento set "Kawaii" The lunchoen meat that looks like bio hazard sign is suppose to be flowers, but she intended it to be the head of Hello Kitty.

Let me show you some of the nice Ramen I had:

Beef Ramen

Pork Ramen

Seaweed Flava Ramen

Hot and spicy Ramen

I don't wanna turn into him.

The above isn’t the purpose of this post right? I went out to have lunch with one of the studio’s girl and it was a really pleasant one I must say. After lunch when I returned, someone accidentally told me that the girl used to star in one of the porn flicks. I had to pick up my jaws from the floor because she seems so down to earth she doesn’t dress up like a Harajuku in fact she was in a kimono today and it is hard to imagine her in those flicks. But does it make any difference if she did or didn’t acted in one? The fact of the matter is I had a great lunch and she was great company.

The girl's back on our way to lunch

Wait, I lied, it does make a difference. The asshole in me just can’t stop thinking of 101 questions to ask her and about her experience in that industry. Come on, have you ever meet a live porn star before? Wish me luck as I try to get close to her and asked her about what it is like to be once be a porn star. Yes I know, you wanna slap me because I am such an ass :)