Intimate pillow talk : Fear of AIDS after a holiday in Bangkok
Last night I was chatting with a syt and she told me she loves to pillow talk. She said she could talk for hours.
I can type for hours but if you ask me to pillow talk, it is just not my style….except for just one encounter : on the train from Butterworth to Kuala Lumpur.
My mind was full of stuff I was going to do the next day. The next week, the next month, the years to come 
. After all, why not? I was happy and contented with what I had.
He must have got on the train in Bukit Mertajam or somewhere near there. A very young boy, as innocent looking as only an 18 year old can be, got on the train near Bukit Mertajam. It was very dark as the lights had been dimmed. He didn’t ask for permission, just dumped his bags next to mine and sat down.
I wasn’t too happy with the interruption but when i stole a glance at him, i realized his eyes were wet. I looked carefully at his luggage and probably guessed correctly: he had all his worldly possessions with him: clothes, hangers, pail, books, radio and a small Mickey Mouse clock clumsily placed inside his carry-on bag and a much-used guitar.
The train continued on with its lurching motion, and it seemed to have a hypnotic effect on me. It was very dark and we seemed like cocooned on an isolated island. In a way it was embarrassingly intimate. Occasionally there was the sound of conversation but other than that we were together and all alone.
“I am all alone in this world,” he said in a soft voice and it startled me. “I didn’t know how to react so I just listened and he continued with his story……………………..
” I had just finished my SPM, worked in KFC while waiting for my examination results. I also worked in my uncle’s accessory shop for a while in Tua Sua Kha. One day I decided to go to Bangkok for a holiday. I learned all I could from the internet and flew over.
I did all the things a tourist does and saved money by using tut-tuts instead of taxis and stayed at Jade Pavilion Hotel which I shared with a friend. I had two whole weeks to enjoy this new environment : I explored Kao San Road and Silom became my playground, I went to see the ‘tiger show’, went to have drinks at some of the more sleazy places and even had a 250B massage. I was always scared of AID so I was very careful.
She couldn’t have been more than 24 years old. She spoke very little English e.g. u like?, ok?, strong ok?, where from? I liked what she was doing and went back to see her four times while I was there. On my last day she came to my room and we said our good-byes reluctantly. I remember telling her how I would come back and bring her back to Malaysia.
She smiled her usual knowing smile as she manipulated my body to give me more pleasure. I couldn’t think any more. I just couldn’t.
I have had my body checked for AIDS. I will only know if I have it in a few days time but my parents found out about it so I ran away from home” , he said as he started to sob again. This fine, strong young man. “Maybe I will have only a little time left to live.”
I could have told him to wait for the test results first. I could have told him to reconcile with his parents. I didn’t . He was too distraught to listen. Anyway, when we arrived at Tanjung Malim, he disembarked.
I wonder what happened to this young man. We never exchanged names. I hope that somewhere in this world he reads this and laughs that he is still alive and doesn’t have AIDS. If you are not sure it is you, the period is Christmas eve 2002.
even the devil gets scared sometimes….i must say your column is touching and not to forget hair raising..
as chuck berry would sing …sex is a beautiful thing, its honorable and lovable…needless men should not be carried away and forget to always be protected.
words of wisdom forgotten in the lust of the moment
wuah! so deep! not like what u normally write!
well it would be real foolish to give in to lust…and forget about safely specialy if you know you are treading on sleazy dangerous ground..
i’d never forget the advice of my mother..”one moment of bliss” and a lifetime of misery…that saying should both apply to teenage pregnancy so with HIV prevention
wuching : the same advice goes to u too..advice from Lucifer I mean…make sure u don’t get pregnant
Lucifer : wat yr mum says is good advice all through the ages
i like the angle of your story. won’t it be so weird to be walking somewhere like ipoh or tanjung malim or kl or anywhere one of these days, and suddenly bump into him?
after writing that story 7 hrs ago, i remember more details now but those r intimate detail r not meant for the public eye…but if i meet him, i think i will apologize for not being a better human being..not comforting him at his weakest moment…wat was my excuse…i was afraid of saying the wrong thing. ( those r sentiments only and i won’t bring it up if i think it will make him uneasy. )
Did the boy learn about the honourable Condom King from the Internet before he went to Bangkok?
endroo G : he was just about 18 then..I don’t think he really understood condoms..in his mind was u don’t do it..u b safe.
pouring out to a stranger was so easy
god bless him.
if sometimes we dont pour it overflows..cely
if I were him, I would find out all I can..get information. he panic without thinking