No kids please

Now that I'm married, the question I'm most asked by well-intentioned folks is, "Bila nak beranak?"

Not that it's any of your business, makcik, but hubby and I are most contented with our lifestyles at the moment and we don't want some snot-nosed little terror ruling us from his or her crib. Of course, someday I do want kids but not right now.

Right now, we're still busy enjoying life, each other (and trust me, we've enjoyed each other in a LOT of places) and most importantly, freedom to do as we want.

You know the old joke where the man refers to his wife as the old ball and chain? Well I think that applies to kids instead.

I have a friend who has 3 young boys and she hasn't had a good night's sleep in 6 years. SIX years! Another friend just had a baby and he's gone goo goo ga ga quite literally over the excitement and tiredness.

And then there are those with teenagers and I don't need to tell you what a nightmare they are.

I love all these kids but from afar. I'm not quite ready yet to dive into motherhood, and hubby is fine with that, so back off, makciks.

Till next time, this is Kucing Gatal signing out with a childless and happy Meow.

Back!

Phew! It's been a long time but I'm finally back. Drama... forgot my password and then realised my email account had expired.

Befitting that my last post was about Merdeka ... I see things haven't really changed since then, in fact, it may even have deteriorated. Racism seems to be raising its ugly head more and more, and is much more vocal than before.

My fellow Malaysians, remember that we are all equal. None of this 'we are superior, you are pendatang' crap. I was born here, you were born here, that makes us Malaysian. There is nothing to prove that you are more Malaysian than I am, or vice versa. Leave history to the books and let's think about the future.

Do we really want a tense future for our descendants? Or worse, a civil war? I think not. Let's start with ourselves. The next time you start stereotyping or thinking racist thoughts, stop. Left unchecked, these thoughts will just fester and fester until hatred/intolerance develops and things boil over.

So make a conscious effort to change the way you think. Don't let the idiot politicians brainwash you - we're all equal. Remember that.

Till next time, this is Kucing Gatal signing out with a love-thy-neighbour Meow.

50 years on, is this where we want to be?

Merdeka .... what does it mean to me? We're about to reach 50 years of independence, as the man in the street will tell you with glee, but what does it really mean, especially to those born after 1957?

I've always taken our sovereignty for granted, having never had to live under foreign powers and fear cruel masters who would slap or torture you for the slightest transgression. I've never had to flee to the jungles and live off edible roots while fearing every footstep I hear. I've never seen heads impaled on stakes, bodies in mass graves, people being whisked off never to be seen again.

We've all heard the horror stories, and are constantly told that we should be grateful for what we have now. We've praised the numerous heroic figures who helped fight for our independence and shape our country's future, but in reality, those figures are vague in our minds. We are more familiar with the adventures of Hang Tuah than the struggles of our forefathers.

Many of us sing the national anthem and wave the flag purfunctorily. But can you blame us? With some politicians today taking every advantage to drive wedges between the races, and zealots threatening our harmonious way of living, it's getting harder and harder to truly love the country as it is today. There's a lot to be fixed, and it's my fervent hope that the powers-that-be fix things as soon as possible rather than letting the rot set in even further.

I love this country, I love what it's done for me, and I love that I've had a good life so far. What I don't love is the path I see it going down.

Merdeka, to me, is a symbol of a glorious past. A time when the country stood united, with a bright future ahead. That future is dimming with each successive year. The grumbles are getting louder, the tensions are deepening. It hasn't come to the stage yet where we fear the future, but that day is rapidly arriving.

For the sake of our country, dear leaders, please stop the pettiness and the bickering, and work together for the greater good. Stop tearing the country apart. Focus on making our streets safe again, instead of picking on bloggers. Focus on improving the economy, instead of wasting tax dollars on frivolous things like the biggest this and that. Focus on equality and a fair chance for all, instead of quotas and religious and racial supremacy.

That's the true spirit of Merdeka - preserving what's good, and ensuring a safe future for generations to come, regardless of their colour or background.

Till next time, this is Kucing Gatal signing out with a patriotic Meow.

Nipples on Show

I have fairly large breasts - not obscenely large, nowhere near the scale of Dolly Parton, but a good decent size. The men I've been with loved cupping them, and fondling them, and paid lavish attention to them. They're much loved, these breasts of mine.

Anyway, I did something naughty just the other day. I was off from work, and bored. So I decided to head out into the big bad world of KL.

Put on a nice baju kurung, one of my favourites. I don't like those loose, shapeless ones favoured by so many women. Mine are a little more snug, having been tailored to suit my body shape.

Oh, and I didn't wear a bra.

Off I went.

Suffice to say, men noticed. They ogled. My nipples hardened, as they do, under such attention. They ogled some more. I hardened some more. It was a very pleasurable cycle. I think a couple of the guys hardened too.

I would stop to window shop, press up against some glass case, and it just felt so. damn. good.

By the time I came home, I was horny as hell. Called up hubby-to-be, he made some excuse and left work, and came home and ravished me. Rough sex, but not too rough, just the way I like it. Orgasmically, scream-out-loud good. Easily one of my top 5 sexual encounters.

He now wants to come with me on my next braless outing, and fondle my breasts in public. Just how and when we don't know yet. Have to figure out the best place and time so we don't get caught, while at the same time, have enough people watching to make it exciting.

We both like to live dangerously, him and me.

Till next time, this is Kucing Gatal signing out with a bare-breasted Meow.

Royalty vs Reality

Once upon a time, and not so very long ago, I would have given anything to be in Zara Salim Davidson's shoes.

My major - and I mean major - crush on Nazrin Shah was no secret to those who know me. I had a grand majlis perkahwinan all planned out, and all I needed was to bump into the Raja Muda himself, whereupon I would dazzle him with my beauty and charm, leaving him with no doubt whatsoever that I was The One.

Oh well. Life in the royal household wouldn't suit me anyway.

Now I have another majlis perkahwinan in the works, not so grand, but will be very special nonetheless. And I'd pick this one over the ostentatious one any day.

Till next time, this is Kucing Gatal signing out with a non-royal Meow.