A Month to Go before the Big V

Valentine's over-rated?

I had high hopes, of finally being able to celebrate this joyous and warm occasion with my loved one.

No doubt after the 7th Valentine's Day together, things got a little mundane. And routine, almost.

To the extent of being unimportant sometimes. Much like our everyday life. And how the tragedies recycle themselves; like Mother Nature's bestowing her wrath upon her minions.

And the Cupid has long abandoned this poor couple that has been together for almost a decade now.

"Nobody said it was easy,
It's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be this hard ..."

(The Scientist by Coldplay)

Okay. Breathe In. Exhale.

Did Pump and Jam. Damn I'm off the mark. Years of being stagnant and immobile granted me with hardened limbs (all four of them, NOT five okay ....) and lesser flexibility.

Somebody need to whip me back into shape.

Oh, seeking for a good gym buddy. So that we can push each other (or maybe just push me lah ....) along, rather than being there on my own initiative, motivation and passion.

Everyone knows PASSION runs out of steam damn quick.

An Acerbic Touch

First official weekend of the year. The previous one does not count since Saturday was the first. And it's holiday for all anyway.

How has the new year been treating you? For me, life's so far so good. KL's supposed to be the life of the party, the city that does not sleep, and perfect as a foil for rainbow warriors like us. (read : PLU).

But then again, sometimes life ain't so rosy. When work takes precedence, plans got spoiled and over-ruled. Dates go wrong. Even celebrations downgraded to mere nothings.

It's a hard knock's life indeed. Can't believe I actually long for the days when we stayed apart; long distance relationship if you will. At least we spend more quality time than now; ever rushing to go home and answer to the parents.

I am trying, my dear. I really am.

Best Song of 2010 - Fallling Slowly by Glen Hansard/Marketa Irglova

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll made it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing it loud

*2010 has been a year of ups and downs (more ups than downs though, thankfully). And it was a year when we made a few life changing decisions, including the very recent decision to go back to where we should belong. I tend not to make resolutions though, since they were routinely broken before the first quarter of each year.

Typical ones like not arguing over trivial matters, saving up for rainy days, eating lesser and trying to keep fit, and in return cultivating a healthy and loving relationship.

Okay, maybe somewhere along the line, one of those managed to remain fulfilled, but I ain't keeping my fingers crossed for this year ....

Anyway, this tune has been one of my personal favourites last year; sung by Kris Allen on American Idol once (damn he's cute, but sadly married!), then last year a duet by the eventual winner Lee De Wyze and Crystal Bowersox. Very very poignant song, originally from the 2009 movie titled Once, and sung by a couple of unknowns.

Give it a go. No official video though, but you can find caps from the film lulled by the amazing track from Youtube, but I could not embed the video here. Only this one from David Letterman's show.

Enjoy. And Spread some Lurve okay?

Nothing Compares 2 U - Sinead O' Connor

NOTHING COMPARES 2 U - SINEAD O'CONNOR

It's been seven hours and fifteen days

Since u took your love away

I go out every night and sleep all day

Since you took your love away

Since you been gone I can do whatever I want

I can see whomever I choose

I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant

But nothing

I said nothing can take away these blues

'Cause nothing compares

Nothing compares to you

It's been so lonely without you here

Like a bird without a song

Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling

Tell me baby where did I go wrong

I could put my arms around every boy I see

But they'd only remind me of you

I went to the doctor and guess what he told me

Guess what he told me

He said girl you better have fun

No matter what you do

But he's a fool

'Cause nothing compares

Nothing compares to you

All the flowers that you planted, mama

In the back yard

All died when you went away

I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard

But I'm willing to give it another try

Nothing compares

Nothing compares to you

Nothing compares

Nothing compares to you

Nothing compares

Nothing compares to you

*This song meant so much to me, on a personal level. For years this has been unofficially my theme, when it comes to the difficult times in life and relationships.

*Still remember I started blaring out this poignant, almost too sentimental but with an edge tune (no thanks to the haunting chants and the singer's mellow yet strong vocals) when I was deep in some tribulations in life. 

*And now, this tune brought the exact same sentiments, feelings and aura back to me.

*Happy New Year to you. I feel helpless. 

A Big Small Child

Imagine for one second, you're already close to your third decade in life.
And still, your parents worry over your whereabouts, whether you have eaten or not, and sleepovers at your friend's or bf's (discreetly) are big NO-NO's.

Frustrating right? Where's the liberty in standing up to what you actually want to do, practise what you preach, and relish in what you really, really enjoy doing?

I guess this year's not gonna be any different from the previous ones. :)

Merry X'mas, Happy New Year ... and Happy Birthday, Horny BF.

Body Pump for the First Time

Yeah, it's tiring, but felt so much better after the class.
For sure I will be getting sore muscles tomorrow and such.
Should improve on my flexibility, maybe a Body Balance would do the trick.

Simon's been away from gym for days now, work took precedence. Tomorrow MUST push ourselves to the limits. Kinda lazy after the initial strenuous run.

En route to X'mas, let's hope that somewhere somehow we got invited to a Christmas celebration. Then there should be a good excuse to indulge. :)

Hmm ... Sexual Frustration.

Nothing to be proud of. Nor a cause to rejoice.
Damn one of these days I am gonna explode and I wonder who will be on the receiving end of the Sexplosion.
Happy Saturday to any of you who are painting the town red, white, blue or black.

Sweated Buckets and Sore Limbs. I Need a Massage.

Huh, for a better idea, whoever you are .... jump to Simon's blogpost on why we both have been suffering from aches, perspired like mad, stretched ourselves to the limit (not exactly something to be proud of ... hehe) and ended up with complete ... celibacy.

After all, the day's ordeal  already more than enough to tire a stud out, not that any of us is one.
In addition, the time at Fitness First was at least ... put to good use.

Phew. Happy Weekend people. My sack's loaded with juice now. I think I may just cream myself tonight. ;)

When Hopes Come Crashing Down

I don't know what to feel or expect anymore.
At times like these, it's best to let nature takes its course.

Horny BF in the slumps right now, and nothing's gonna pull me down under any longer!
Fuck life, Fuck routine and Fuck customs.

I shall be on the rise, and I don't need your support.

-Deranged Horny BF-