Shower Show-er

A few of my friends have always warned me against showering in a particular fitnessfirst branch because it was sleazy... I never understood why... Until now.

I had a dinner appointment at 8 so instead of going home to shower after my usual Wednesday evening gym session, I decided to shower at the gym... It made sense, since the gym was in the city and the meeting would also be in the city.

When I first entered the showers, there was only one guy showering in one of the stalls, so I was free to pick a stall with no occupant on either side. It was then that I realised the shower stalls were indeed more opaque than the other gyms. From my stall, I can actually see a faintly clear silhouette of the guy showering in the opposite stall.

At first that was alright, so I continued with my shower... Once I was almost done with my shower... A dude walked into the stall beside me... And, he was no normal dude... Even through the frosty opaque glass separating our two shower stall, I could clearly see that he was buffed.

I was sort of finishing up my shower while trying not to stare at my left too obviously... Coz I figured if I can roughly see him 'this' clearly, then surely he can see me too. Don't wanna scare him if he batted for the 'other' team right?



Then low and behold, he started playing with himself. At first I thought he was just washing down there... Then over time i realised he was either jerking off, or trying to wash off a very stubborn dirt stain on his dick.

The sight of a hot guy showering next to me while playing with himself was just too much. Lil Lucas started to rise to the occasion... And to avoid any ambarrassing situations, I quickly finished my shower... Turned off the water... Dried myself and left the stall with a semi boner. I think if I stayed any longer I may have had to either ended my shower with a cold shower, or jerked myself off too.

I lingered a little longer in the changing area just to see who the guy was, because I recognised his multi coloured towel with foot print designs on it hanging outside his stall. Wow, the guy that walked into the change room with that towel moments later, was hawt! He had a cute face, well defined chest and abs and a very nice butt. *wipes drool*

Did I regret not giving him a hand? Not really... Because firstly I don't really know the proper etiquette of change room cruising. What if he wasn't cruising and was only looking to pleasure himself? And seriously, I'm not that sleazy to cruise in the gym's shower... The guy may have been my cup of tea, but the occasion and setting was not. So no, I don't regret not 'participating'.

Nonetheless, it was an interesting experience... Maybe I will shower there again, just to see what and how other people get it on in the shower... LoL voyeur style :p

Signing out.

The Home Walls

My other big reason for staying abroad is obviously my sexuality. I do want to live closer to my parents as I am very close to them. But sometimes I find it very hard to live under the same roof with them, particularly with their conservative thoughts.

And being gay is obviously that much harder, if and I say IF, I have a boyfriend… I most certainly can’t bring him home.

Say if I could afford my own place close to my parents’ home, then that would be the most ideal situation, so that I can frequently visit them while still maintaining my own privacy when I need it.

I am certainly in no position to buy my own house yet, and there is no reason for my parents to chip in to buy me a place just so that I can move out.

“why you wanna move out when you can stay at home?”
“why waste money to buy a new place when staying at home saves you so much?”

And I’m sure if I mention renting…

“staying at home is so confortable, why waste money and rent just to stay with strangers… FAMILY is always the best”

So all I can really do is to save up and maybe buy my own place in the future. Frankly speaking… the starting wages in Malaysia puts me in no position to even consider buying a house… let alone getting one in the PJ area… in which I understand is very pricey at the moment. Not to mention I must also consider getting the house in a good neighbourhood with a good security guard system… LoL

Hence working overseas with a slightly higher wage, coupled with a strong foreign currency will give me much more options when I decide whether or not to settle back down in Malaysia. And if my parents don't intend to migrate with me, then I'll have to come back (to answer Will's question), as I don't wanna leave my parents alone in their old age.

A lot of people tell me that once I’ve stayed overseas a few years, I won’t want to come back anymore. That is not true, because as a Malaysian I think we are very good at adapting. Even after being abroad for six years, I’m still proud to be a Malaysian, and would gladly move back if not for all these obstacles.

Signing out.

The Penjahat Menace

Initially I don’t feel the need to justify to anyone, safe for my parents, my choice to stay overseas and look for a job. But of late, especially during the Chinese New Year period, I am becoming quite unpleasantly annoyed at some of my relative’s and friends’ comments about not coming back to my home country.

“Overseas graduates like you are contributing to our brain drain…”
“Why not you come back to work here and contribute to your own economy instead of another country’s?”
“Young people like you should be more grateful and remember your roots, you are still a Malaysian and must always remember that.”

Why imagine hearing these comments time and again over the space of only a few weeks back… I’m certain even the most learned monks would at least be slightly roused up. Well I’ve decided to offload some of my steam here… sorry to those of you reading this that disagree… but I think even those that condemn my decision to stay abroad would most definitely jump at a chance to migrate if granted the opportunity.

And to begin with, I am not uprooting myself and moving to another country for good. All I am planning to do now is search for a job overseas to broaden my horizons. I am certainly very open to the option of coming back to Malaysia in the future, if my country wants me, I want him too.

Economic reasons is certainly one of the key factors in me making my decision, but as with all trilogies, I’ll save that for the last. What I’d like to talk about firstly is the general safety of our beloved country.

Having been around for a while in the neighbourhood that I’m in… my house alone has been the victim of theft a total of 4 times… thankfully all four times nobody was home and only earthly possessions were sorely missed. I however fear to even imagine the ghastly consequence of a family member being home when one of those ruthless thieves striked.

Some people may casually dismiss my unfortunate quadrupled theft to simple bad fortune, but let me assure you that this is very much a petrifying and real threat to all of us. In fact the evidence is staring at us right in the face, I have now totally lost count of the number of housing estates and neighbourhoods around the Klang Valley that have been regrettably tasked to set up and hire their own gated security force, just to sleep soundly at night.

The fact that we the citizens are required to hire our own security force is blatant distrust and lack of confidence of the authorities. And that is how we the people of Malaysia have been ‘trained’ to function, when faced with a problem… like bad social security, instead of taking it up with the people in charge… we sit back, take it up the ass, and fork out our own money to hire extra protection.

It isn’t really tackling the problem at the root, but just finding an alternative ‘temporary’ solution. But I suppose to be fair, there are a group of Malaysians that have worked hard to weed out the evil in the system, but to no avail… it seems that even now, they have only succeeded in proving that nothing can be done.

For its citizens to live a productive life and contribute to the general economic wellbeing of the country, they must firstly feel safe in whatever environment they are in. When our general safety and wellbeing is consistently and frequently challenged, its hard then to live a productive life when you always have to look over your back.



Having to hire and establish our own security and gated community is in my opinion a mild form of vigilante-ism. And vigilantes are usually only required when your city is in the slums and the authorities cannot be counted upon, whether due to a lack of hands or a lack of motivation. Corrupted cities like Gotham requires Batman and Metropolis need Superman. Having to establish our own security system is a little like that… it is a form of vigilantes.



My mom always chides me when I come home late after a late night out, and I understand that she fears for my safety when going out late. What with all the internet and sms circulating around about stories of people getting robbed and harassed at night, her fear for my safety is not unfounded. In fact, sometimes even I feel a little scared when staying out too late, but hey… I do like the occasional night out with my friends…

So I start of a series of posts on my reason of staying abroad with safety… some of you may disagree with what I have to say, but… frankly speaking, this is how I feel. And when the time is right, if I am able to convince my parents to do so, I also hope they may choose to live in a safer environment. And of course, I sincerely hope that the safe environement will be back home here in Malaysia. But a lot of work needs to be done before we can achieve that.

Safety first!

Signing out.