Sun, Fun and a Naked Man (Part 2)

"Oh when is Arthur going to update his post? It says 'Naked Man' in the title but it didn't appear in Part 1 neenie neenie polish polish sway sway trot trot." There's your naked man, you fags. He came arrived at the beach halfway through our stay, looking normal enough for a new-age, soy-guzzling, yoga-practising person. He then took all his worldly burdens (clothes) off and started doing these stretches in his briefs.

There were the standard stretches, like keeping your knees straight while trying to reach for your toes, and then there are the more unorthodox ones, like imitating a rotor with your waist as the pivot while bending down and sticking your index finger out. Must be something about combining the raw, unspoilt energy of the sun and the humble, reliable sensibilities of the earth and then summoning Captain Vegan from the sky or something.

Seriously though, I'm not hating, at least he looks pretty non-malnourished for a new-age guy, and any person in his 30's who still has such control over his flexibility deserves respect for his dedication to maintaining his control over his flexibility. Yes.

Determined to live up to the Asian-in-Australia stereotype, I had to copy and outdo the white man.



This is me attempting to draw energy from each of the six heavenly gates, one located in every 60 degrees in the horizon. Therefore, I had to rotate myself after thrusting my hips at each heavenly gate and I was only done after going a full circle. Tiring on the body, yes, but the purifying effect on one's mind is greater than any physical toil you can take.



I have no idea what this is.

It's one of those things you don't remember doing because you'd rather not think about it, like your girlfriend's si

More shots of the girls playing around on the beach:



Taken on a point-and-shoot, niggas



The shot was a lot more awkward before they got ready.



This is Jules and Min gang-humping Janice. Don't ever change, girls.



Either "Friends in deep discussion about life" or "'Shit, Min's drowning but I don't really want to get my clothes wet.' 'Hey don't look at me, the water's cold.'"

Fashion

I saw this picture on this fashion forum (yes, wanna fight about it?) and it's just too good not to post here:


FASHION

Kinda reminds me of Ranon + the creepy clerk who roams the corridor outside my office.

Sun, Fun and a Naked Man (Part 1)

On a friend's recommendation and my intense craving for raw oysters, a bunch of us went over this seafood wholesaler in the Fremantle area. Like a Carl's Jr. meal, a dozen oysters is an oddly regular craving that I get once every fortnight. If this goes on, I will end up a fat bastard with a perpetual erection by the age of 45, which honestly isn't too bad of a deal.

First of all, let me introduce you to Min, Jules' friend of 10 years or something and they happen to be studying in the same school and living in the same dorm village now. She also poses the same for every single photo, please watch out for it later, and the following picture should give you a pretty good summary of how she's like:


The only way to react to her hyperactivity.

Of course, we got what I've been wanting for weeks:


Compared to the $12 per dozen deal at the nearby restaurants, this was a good bargain and they didn't even charge us for the four lemons that we grabbed from the store. Just thinking about the money we saved made me stroke my elongated. high-bridged Semitic nose in glee.

Other nonsense in the store:

I will try raw octopus one day.


Cold, dead stares from the fishes almost made me want to go veg-HAHA please, survival of the fittest, bitch.


$20 for a crayfish is pretty insane, but not to the people who snatched the other crayfishes up, apparently.

After paying for three dozen oysters, I declared myself the guardian of the sweet, slimy and fishy-smelling bastards.


You might not be able to tell from this picture, but I was really happy.

With the sun was high up in the sky and the sea breeze coming in from the Indian Ocean, we'd be crazy not to just plop ourselves down on the grass for our meal. Which we did, because we are sane, rational human beings.


Beautiful.


Even more beautiful.


This was towards the end of the meal and even it would be funnier to say that I was looking at the girl above but in fact, I was trying not to look at the empty tray because I was still hungry as shit then. Also, that's Janice to my left. She's awesome because I'm quite sure I ate some of the oysters from her share.







See what I told you about Min posing the same for every single photograph? By the way, the guy in black is Wilford, a Forensics Science student. That's right, dead-people-and-body-tags Forensics Science. Made friends with him quickly, despite my preference for warm, still-breathing girls.

Perth...again

Almost exactly a year after my previous trip there, I decided to spend two months' worth of allowance on air tickets to down under again. You might have noticed the lack of posts here for the last couple of weeks and that's simply because nothing noteworthy was happening in my life. So I spent $750, which won't matter much in the long run anyway, and flew down to Perth to make something happen in my life.

The entries last year were arranged chronologically but I think I will do it thematically this time and what better subject to start off with than "Girls"?

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My salary amounts to roughly a cab ride, two bowls of noodles and one bottle of coke in Australia so I had to stay in Jules' dorm room for the duration of my trip. As a result, I got to experience a little bit of dorm life before I actually start my own University studies. To girls, the prospect of living in a dorm probably leads to a train of thought which goes something like "Cooking, washing, growing up, cleaning, new friendships" while for guys, "Girls, chicks, la chicas, women, food, girls" is usually the standard train of thought. A sexy, flesh-coloured train of thought.

Unfortunately, the Australian girls that I met there were quite...how shall I put it...I'm sure they're nice girls. However, there's this American exchange student living in my friends' flat and she's really...how shall I put it...in fact, I'll put it in any way possible. She probably lived in a similar climate back home hence her choice of casual attire includes a nicely-fitted t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Other than being exposed to dorm life, I was also exposed to her legs which were sculpted by sexy, sweaty gym time and tanned with the very essence of sex.

Through my conversations with Alex and Rob (Australian and American, respectively), it appears that she hasn't been a very good flatmate because of her lack of commitment to the chores around the house. Apparently, there were a couple of instances of her just walking away in the middle of Rob's response to her greeting of "How are you?" In his words, "She doesn't even bother to hide the fact that she doesn't care".

After talking to them for a while, I went on to do the dishes as it was just after dinner and the girl's American friend walked in. I'm pretty sure I just stood there with my jaw dropped for a minute because she was, if not more, as hot as American girl #1. As she walked past, I looked over to Alex and he gave me this grin with his thumbs up. Exactly what I thought: grin and a thumbs up.

So I continued washing my dishes and cursing my luck for doing such an unglamorous thing during that crucial "first impressions" moment, and it's not helping much that Asian men aren't exactly internationally reputed for being sexy (Thank William Hung, guys). And what do you know, another friend of the exchange student walks in, again, American and hot as shit. I just blurted out, "Are you fucking kidding me?" to Alex, who just did the same grinning face again.

While the three girls were talking in the hallway, Alex walked over to the kitchen area while looking at them and...right into the corner of a wall. Keep in mind that he has been living in that flat for more than half a year but it seems that hormones can severely fuck with your sense of navigation.

No, I do not have photos as that would be even beyond this level of creepiness that I'm exhibiting right now. Whatever it is, God bless American indeed.

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At the local beach, in the Fremantle area, we were just having fun, jumping around and taking silly photographs.



Yay whoopee jump around. Carry each other on your backs real fun yes.



Wait a minute, that looks...worthy of an investigation. Zoom and enhance.



Very nice.



Wah wah wee wah, I like very much. The hot girl and the other one then walked to the far end of the beach and proceeded to splash around in the water a little before running back and forth to their towel and I only had a point-and-shoot digicam with me then. I wanted to cry.