Horny BF's Mixed Feelings. And the Countdown Begins ...

In another few days I'll be leaving my beloved hometown. And moving on to seek greener pastures in the fantastic valley that's named Klang Valley. Simon has just moved back to his hometown, and goodbyes are never easy. Somehow, it felt so strange that I am having this very very piercing feeling deep in my heart; owing to the countless magnificent times spent with him back then at his workplace somewhere coined by him as "Far Far Away Land ...." 

And the many good friends he made from there; most of whom I also have become acquainted with over the course of few years.

I know. Tomorrow's the last day I'll be at work. Though I hope I can hold back the tears (not joy, really), I just hope that I can withstand the sight of people getting all teary-eyed and sobbing their hearts out. I am not good with emotional goodbyes, hence I'd rather have farewells outside of the office. When we could sing our hearts out, eat away at some of the most fabulous foods known to mankind (seriously), or just commit ourselves to a heart-to-heart talk.

Just looking forward to starting a new life in KL, and dedicating most of my time to being with the one I love the most ...... 

 

Back To December - Taylor Swift

I'm so glad you made time to see me
How's life, tell me how's your family
I haven't seen them in a while
You've been good, busier then ever
We small talk, work and the weather
Your guard is up and I know why

'Cause the last time you saw me
Is still burned in the back of your mind
You gave me roses and I left them there to die

So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night
And I'd go back to December all the time
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right
I'd go back to December all the time

These days I haven't been sleeping
Staying up playing back myself leaving
When your birthday passed and I didn't call
And I think about summer, all the beautiful times
I watched you laughing from the passenger side and,
Realized I loved you in the fall
And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye

So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night
And I'd go back to December all the time
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I'd go back to December all the time

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right
And how you held me in your arms that September night,
The first time you ever saw me cry
Maybe this is wishful thinking
Probably mindless dreaming
If we loved again I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it but I can't
So if the chain is on your door, I understand

But this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night
And I'd go back to December
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright
I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I'd go back to December all the time

All the time

Back to December. Somehow, this December is of paramount importance. I made a life changing decision, somewhat. Dumping all behind and moving on to a new phase in life. Shifting to the metropolitan that is our capital city takes courage. More so because I have been in this cocoon for a good few years. In this backwater small town of mine.

Last year's December was not as memorable. Or at least, I did not remember much of it, other than spending the big day and the new year down south in Malacca. Craving for a good X'mas feast with Simon. Or maybe gather up a gang of rainbow warriors and have a joyful singing/shouting/moaning session at the karaoke? :)

Too irresistible to think of .... Signing up, anyone?

Happy Weekend People (Like Us)!

Teenage Dream - Don't Ever Look Back, Don't Ever Look Back?

 

What was your Teenage Dream from back then? 

I still remember when I was a teenager, with raging hormones, and confusion on my own sexuality and all ... kept imagining the vivid images of boys stripping naked, relishing the fantasy by relieving myself from the pent-up sexual frustration. Crushes came in droves, the sight of boys in their luscious semi-naked beauty and sprouting of treasure trail, and even furry legs sent me to seventh heaven.

Yup, I was a Horny One way before Simon came into my life.

Never would have imagined that I could indulge so freely in same sex relationships like how I am now. Somewhat a Dream Come True for me .... but after 8 whole years in the same relationship, has the flame of passion been extinguished?

I can only keep my fingers crossed and pray for the resurrection of hot, intense sessions once again.

Back from the Island with Amazingly Metrosexual Boys

Yup, that reads as Singapore boys. Since Simon's too busy appeasing his legion of fans with pictures after pictures of models, hunks, twinks and random boys on the camwhoring wagon, let me share some of the more luscious moments of our stay in Singapore the last weekend. 

Thanks first and foremost, of course, to Derek (that other horny BF?) and to some extent, William (hehe, for setting his beloved loose?) for the wonderful meal of ramen and gyoza at Tampopo, capped off with a sip of caffeine at Oriole. 

And to Takashi, don't mind lah .... we were too busy walking around, taking trains and feasting our senses (the sight of delicious hunks and the waft of Singaporean food?) that we did not have the luxury of time to meet up with anyone else. But since you're happily munching on some Cookie(monster) every other week, I am sure we can work something out in the near future.

Anyway, the 5 days were spent in an almost clockwork manner. Waking up to breakfast in bed (haha, how we wished), walking to the train stations (man, I SWEAR my legs are better toned now!) and ogling at guys at every nook and corner of the streets. Seriously, how can one tell if they're even straight or gay? So so so so ambiguous. 

Foodwise, nothing to shout about. Sorry, but the street foods of Singapore can't hold a candle to our very own. Arrogant as this may sound. But then again, the plethora of cafes and restaurants fared so much better, and with the launching of upmarket diners at Sands, the ante is definitely upped a few notches.

Went for two swimming-cum-tanning sessions on two successive mornings. Jalan Besar Swimming Complex was nearer to our lodging on Lavender Street, and we walked over in mere minutes. Not as happening for it was a weekday, but definitely more cruisy than Delta somewhat. The latter was populated with uncles, gwailos, but we were later treated to some erotic voyeurism activities in the shower room, being appreciative spectators to two hunks putting on a show in their birthday suits. :)

The weather was erratic on most days, sweltering heat greeting us in the early mornings, followed almost immediately by light drizzles which somewhat hampered our mood for more adventurous excursions.

Only managed to patronize one sauna, the famous Absolute in Chinatown. Not as splendid as initially thought, for the place was more of a cruisy ground than a real sauna (only one wet sauna that can fit 15 pax at most), with no dry sauna, jacuzzi, pool or even a proper place to crash and chat up some guys, aside from the roof top lounge with four tables. 

But then again, the quality of hunks, twinks and erm, some aged humans was definitely there. Not as uptight as I had imagined, even comparing to our very own Mandi Manda. More juicy revelations in Simon's post, but no pics taken in the sauna. Sorry. ;)

Shopping-wise, Bugis Street's good for the cheaper, street smart clothes. For the young ones and young-at-hearts (like us), but if you're seeking for better quality clothings, the thousands (yeah, exaggerated ... but can't help but feeling like you're choked with malls left and rights) of shopping centres on the island can probably deliver you with a powerful orgasm. 

Just refrain from converting the SGD into MYR, for you'll end up with a heartache at the end of the day.

No pictures again, for I have not even viewed the shots in the camera myself. Maybe in Simon's post, IF he ever decides to share his thoughts on the "temporary honeymoon" ......

Finally Seeing the Light at the End of the Tunnel?

Not that I am seeing the end of my career or life. Choi!
Far from that in fact.
But I can finally see myself being deep in the mess that is the rat race in the city on steroids; KL.
Just that I'm on the verge of breaking down from the stress of relocating, leaving all of my family and friends behind ...... and starting anew in a foreign land.

Okay, maybe not that bad, considering that I can finally join a gym (a REAL one) and work my a$$ off (not literally of course, I wanna keep this plump and slap-happy a$$!), shedding a few kilos and at least two inches from this expanding horizons.

And best of all, I can finally stay close to my loved one. Though not as close as I had initially crave for, being in the same city sounds lovely enough.

Now, now .... who would be sweet enough to rent me a room? :)

Tomorrow's the BIG Day.

Kind of anxious.

After months of anticipation, procrastination, and destruction of thousands of grey matter, I finally made up my mind. And tomorrow would be the first major step. 

I drafted that letter. I had my own pep talk (to myself). And I am ready for the impending consequences.

A major leap, but who knows what the future may bring?

Please, please, please let there be LIGHT at the end of the tunnel.

A Monotonous Monday Made Right

Since that Sneak Peek post on Simonlover's blog officially set off all the (wrong) alarms, let me continue this menace by posting one nude shot of my own.

NOT. 

Haha, I mean come on ... who wanna see Horny BF in his birthday suit, in all his hairy/fatty/slutty glory? :) Some might even prefer to watch paint dry. Or grasses grow. Or in some cases, the pubes grow and trimmed and savoured ...... (Slurp. Who doesn't love freshly-shaven pubes and balls, hands up?!)

Anyway, the recent weeks have been chaotic. I have been down to Klang Valley for almost every two weeks, and some weeks even in a successive fashion. So much so that I witnessed that disastrous clash on the highway when the whole chunk of a gantry (those signboards above the roads) fell on the unsuspecting victim driving a mini lorry from the opposite direction. 

Aunt saw the aftermath (bloodied body and all) from the other side while making her way up north, while thankfully my incessant cravings took us for a stopover in a small town before Kuala Lumpur, hence missing the event by an hour or so. Thank goodness for that.

Yup, and I am overjoyed knowing that soon enough, both me and Simon might be staying together, or at least within half an hour or so from each other. Instead of the 2 hours journey in between the magnetically (erotically?) attracted bodies. The longing ........ =_=

Keeping my hopes up for a change in life. VERY big leap, but as of now, I feel like taking on the world. Or at least, humping up some rears ...... ;)

Just Kidding. Happy week ahead people!

Three Shouts of Joy?

Good things come in THREES. And I do hope that money grows on TREES ....

Good news, as I'm up for TWO interviews on back to back Fridays, and a job practically waiting for me to accept. Just that the offer has not reached my door yet.

Or rather, my mailbox yet. The bane of technology? You'd hoped and prayed that everything's at your door inbox within few hours.

When people from the olden days wait days and weeks for their snail mails. 

I can't even remember the last time I received a penned-letter. Plain ink on white paper. Maybe perfumed to an acceptable extent. Oh you know how they designed those greeting cards.

Wait, WHAT greeting cards? Have I lost it? Come on .. people send E-greeting cards. No more Hallmark bullshits pushed into envelopes with tingling melodies and a fragrant nuance. 

However, technology kills creativity and warmth.

Or did it somehow .... HELP in cultivating a more sociable community? I mean, Malaysia' TOP of the Facebook survey; we the 'friendliest' of the lot. Brazil coming in a close second.

MALAYSIA BOLEH? I think the movie The Social Network (to be screened pretty soon) should have a second chapter in the works. And please please please mention Malaysia somewhere in there. After all, the small community of 27 million or so beats the 300 million+ people from the States when it comes to friends on FB. 

"Friends?" You gotta be kidding me. Maybe friends to donate their donkeys, horses and what-nots for your Farm, or donating chips in Texas Hold Em Poker. Or you just plain crave for that thousandth mark on your Friends list? Selling something perhaps, and believe in the power of social media with a whole hearted approach?

Oh, and I do hope the Malaysian Book of Records capitalize on this fact. Imagine the image of Malaysia being spoken along the likes of Facebook, Google, Mark Suckerbutt Zuckerberg, etc. After all, in the papers today someone DID travel for more than 1000km by reversing his car, AND assisted by three patrol cars. A case of nothing better to do?

Genius? Highly doubtful. Unless you consider the monkeys working behind the big BUDGET to be of a fine pedigree. To imagine another skyscraper yet not the tallest in the world or even in Asia. For the sake of leaving a legacy behind, a 100-storey tower HAD to be built. In 10 years time, Warisan Merdeka should be the NEW pride and joy of Malaysians.

How about the Twin Towers then? Neglected and left to rot? Come on ..... the BILLIONS can be used in a more beneficial and productive manner. UNLESS of course, the tower's supposed to be used to house the homeless, strays, orphans and elderly. Then I can vouch for the erection (pardon the pun) of the tower with one of my own.

I mean, a VOTE of my own. Since the election's coming pretty soon (considered soon enough, given the aggressive fishing ploy), merely giving incentives in the form of RM500 for civil servants, and upping the maternity leaves to 90 days just won't cut it.

Ahem, RM500 can barely buy you two cuts of good Wagyu steaks. Let alone pay for a month's worth of car installment. 

Back to the topic at hand; Wish Me Luck dear strangers. For after the next Friday, I would have known where's my next destination on this express line called LIFE.

You've Got The Love - Florence + The Machine

This song was first sung by The Source and Candi Staton way back in 1986. I was a mere toddler back then, haven't even developed a proper hard-on to work the limbs with. Read about the song's history on Wikipedia HERE.

Florence + The Machine has been one of my favourite act this year, thanks to that memorable and invigorating performance of their killer hit, "Dog Days Are Over" at the recent MTV VMA.

Weekend's beckoning. Should be a fully restorative two days, but succumbing to deadlines for submission of articles. Damn, I wonder how people work part time, when a 9-5 job's already so so taxing.

You've Got The Love - Florence + The Machine

Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care"
But you've got the love I need To see me through

Sometimes it seems that the going is just too rough
And things go wrong no matter what I do
Now and then it seems that life is just too much
But you've got the love I need to see me through

When food is gone you are my daily meal
When friends are gone I know my savior's love is real
Your love is real

You got the love
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love

Time after time I think "Oh Lord what's the use?"
Time after time I think it's just no good
Sooner or later in life, the things you love you loose
But you got the love I need to see me through

You got the love
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love

Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care"
But you've got the love I need to see me through

You got the love
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love

8 Years of Bliss. Not?

Yup, this is a sudden, out of the blue post. I was expecting so much more from our eighth anniversary. Yes, not one , not two, not even five but EIGHT whole years of sticking to each other, through thick and thin. And tornadoes and volcanoes and thunderstorms.

At the end of the day, I could not even remember what happened on Oct 3rd. It was a Sunday, yes. But we don't even go all out for a dinner (far from wine and dine), buy each other gifts, or even murmuring those precious (over-rated?) 3 words.

Have we mellowed over the 8 years of being together? The passion runs out of steam, flame extinguished, goals in life changed, OR ... am I lying to myself here?

Who am I kidding? This type of relationship NEVER works, right?

So let me wallow in my sorrow and keep my fingers crossed for a much belated gift. Or for him to fulfill his promise in throwing a grand celebration of an anniversary; a well overdue trip down south to the land of the metrosexuals. 

Wishful thinking? Maybe. But somewhere deep in the corners of my heart, I pray for a miracle. We are at a crossroad now. At least I am. But will you be there for me?