Don't Forget Me, I Beg ....

Someone Like You. Just amazing voice control for someone of her age. Weekend's beckoning, and I'm all but geared up for the two days. Or one and a half, since Sunday I'm forced to work. 

Shucks.

But can't be complaining much. Since next month myself, Simon and two others will be travelling. For a good one week away from work, home and Malaysia.

Timely, since the last official trip (aside from Singapore) was way way back in January of last year. Talk about a holiday hiatus.

About to overwork myself with fits thrown lefts and rights these 3 days. Talk about subduing my own temper, I had to eat, eat and EAT away to get my mind off the pressing matters at work.

Some people can be soooo incompetent.

And some JERK thinks he's king by commanding me around, when I don't even work for him.

A$$hole comes in may forms, indeed.

Unexpectedly

And by next month, around this date, I will be staying all by myself.
The good landlord is getting 'married' and moving in with his beloved.
Envious. But happy that he's moving on with his life, and found a common goal.

Not easy, especially in this type of relationship.

Strange, it's been barely half a year since I moved in. But felt like we have known each other
for much longer than that. And though we barely talk, discuss or bitch about nothings, it was
like as though he dropped a bomb on me yesterday, when breaking the news to me.

I was on the verge of freaking out; possibly wondering if I'm being politely shoo-ed away.
And left homeless on the streets, maybe with a placard hanging around my neck;

"Sugar Daddy Wanted ..."

However, all's not lost. I am the unofficial official housekeeper now. Although I wonder how quiet and lonely this will be in months to come.

*Psst .... who wants to share this boredom with Horny BF? Feel free to apply within. But no throwing parties okay? I don't have the green light to do so. :)

Sunday Is Over-Rated

Almost half day gone. And I am still in my birthday suit since after showering.
And after an effective half an hour or so of rolling in bed, I pulled myself up, only to be parked in front of this pc.
And starting to wonder how much I hate people without a sense of punctuality in time.

Sorry, pet peeves. I have to plan everything beforehand, right down to the minutes if possible. And days before the event takes place. Perfectionist? Nah ... I don't like to waste my time but rather plan things ahead if possible.

Damn I crave for my coffee now. God knows how many cups I have downed these past few days. To no avail, I might add.

On a personal note, something's definitely brewing on the horizon. I need self-regulation.

Wrong Signal

And I am prone to send the wrong frequency to people. Miscommunication?

I could have been flirtatious. I could have been sending the wrong signal. Or I could have been naughty by nature, always on the pounce for fresh meat.

But don't doubt my sincerity. Sometimes I just want a friend whom I can talk to. Someone knowing that I am who I am (borrowing a phrase here, don't charge me), and do not mind sharing a thought or even a shoulder for me at dire times.

I am this jovial guy that brings life to conversation. Animated, care free sessions. But I am still a human with a soft heart. And I do need someone to talk to.

Minus the LUST factor, please. I am a Horny one, but only as a BF. 

"Sorry"

Leaving This All Behind ...

Augustana - Boston 


In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun...
Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed... she said...

You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,

Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across
An open field,
When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones who cry
When they see you
She said...

You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,

She said I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly him out to Spain...
Oh yeah and I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... oh yeah,

You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah...

Boston... where no one knows my name... yeah
Where no one knows my name...
Where no one knows my name...
Boston...
No one knows my name. 

* An old tune, that brought  so much memories of the years I spent in university with Simon, and the other friends. 6 years have passed, and yet, the memory lingers ever so strongly.

* A tune about moving away and starting afresh. How ironic. It's been a few months now since I started all over again here in this metropolitan city on steroids. 
* Yes, I still long for those days when everything's much simpler, and all we had to worry were exams and financial burden. 
* Someone once asked, why wouldn't I move away from our dear country instead? Since greener pasture's definitely on some other side. Not in this country in a sad state with political bickering and nonsense being debated in the sitting. And I can't deny that I am in fact, still considering the options. Whether should I leave this all behind, and move on to the next stage in life. Again.

*Happy Saturday dear people. Enjoy this great tune.  

I Need A Weekend Plan. Volunteers?

I need to sing K and release some tension. 

The constant travelling starts to take its toll on this aged body. I need a good massage. A rubdown with me wearing my birthday suit, preferably with copious drizzles of oil and a very nifty pair of hands working the nether region. Happy ending or not, that's another matter. :)

I need to watch a good movie. Or heck, gimme a bad one. As long as I can spend the 2 hours chomping on popcorns, sipping on iced lemon tea and stroking someone's arm. Anyone.

I need to get more sleep, the short hours of zzz lately has deprived me of good rest and eye bags to big I swear I could poke them and release the water within. 

I need to dance the night away. Or consume enough alcohol to dizzy me out and render me vulnerable to all advantages. And vice versa, so I can get away with incidental molestation. MP...?

I need to work out. Started putting on weight again after laboriously Pumping and Combating my way to an impressive 2" loss from the waist. Someone whip me into shape already!

I need YOU.

The House That Built Me

Miranda Lambert - The House That Built Me

I know they say you can't go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma'am, I know you don't know me from Adam
But these hand prints on the front steps are mine

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
And I bet you didn't know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it's like I'm someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself

If I could just come in, I swear I'll leave
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From "Better Homes and Garden" magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
And nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama's dream

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it's like I'm someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself

If I could just come in, I swear I'll leave
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

You leave home, you move on
And you do the best you can
I got lost in this whole world
And forgot who I am

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it's like I'm someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself

If I could walk around, I swear I'll leave
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me


*Miranda Lambert won four major awards at the recent Country Music Awards, surprising even the fans of Taylor Swift's and Lady Antebellum, perhaps?
Anyway, the name might not ring a bell, since she's not your typical darling pop princess or country rockstar with an attitude.
But this tune, this particular touching song released sometime last year if I'm not mistaken, touches the heart in a way that's bittersweet, even mellow. 
Read the lyrics, and if you've moved out from the place where you grew up in, then you can relate to the lyrics just as well.
For me, the time spent throughout my first 12 years of life was most memorable. Still remember my two lovely dogs that moved with us to the new place, though back then, we were not so taken in by the thought of having pets around in the house. Hence they roamed in a very small space at the back of the house. Which was sad, when they had only each other as company and I seldom even pet them, let alone play with them.
I will be going home very soon. And just like how it was 17 years ago, we might be on the brink of another moving houses saga. Things will get sentimental for sure ....

Do you have a place you can really call home?

Time to Spread the Wings

Good that we met yesterday. Though the acquaintance was short and sweet, at least that gave a face behind the nick. And yes, someone's dream of meeting up Simon finally came true. 

Although he probably got more than what he bargained for, when Simon dragged along this Horny one. Albeit slightly reluctantly.

Not that I am a social outcast, nor reserved/shy/'paiseh' .... but more so because I prefer to stay in the backgrounds; letting Simon hogs all the limelight. Basking in his glory of being worshipped by his loyal subjects. 

Meanwhile, this Horny one's offer of a night out at MP still stays open. Come on ..... someone give in already! I promise I'll dance with you. Exclusively. ;)

*See, I don't name names here, just in case you, you and you prefers to stay anonymous.

You Are Not An Angel. Neither Am I.

So please don't keep portraying me in such a bad light.
You know better than me.
Yes the mind wanders when I come face to face with temptation, but I know that resistance is NOT futile.
To maintain this 8 years+ of relationship is not easy and requires much sacrifices and understanding.
If you're still gonna be so immature and simple-minded about this, then let's rethink our future.

Signed with much frustration,
HORNY BF

Time for some S&M, Baby ...

S&M - Rihanna

Na na na na
Come on
Na na na na
Come on
Na na na na na
Come on
Na na na na
Come on, come on, come on
Na na na na
Come on
Na na na na
Come on
Na na na na na
Come on
Na na na na
Come on, come on, come on
Na na na na

Feels so good being bad (Oh oh oh oh oh)
There's no way I'm turning back (Oh oh oh oh oh)
Now the pain is my pleasure cause nothing could measure (Oh oh oh oh oh)

Love is great, love is fine (Oh oh oh oh oh)
Out the box, outta line (Oh oh oh oh oh)
The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more (Oh oh oh oh oh)

Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me

Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me

Na na na na
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it (Na na na)
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it

Love is great, love is fine (Oh oh oh oh oh)
Out the box, outta line (Oh oh oh oh oh)
The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more (Oh oh oh oh oh)

Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me

Na na na na
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it (Na na na)
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it

S-S-S & M-M-M
S-S-S & M-M-M

Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me, oh, you turn me on
It's exactly what I've been yearning for, give it to me strong
And meet me in my boudoir, make my body say ah ah ah
I like it-like it

Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me

Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me

Na na na na
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it (Na na na)
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it
Come on, come on, come on
I like it-like it

S-S-S & M-M-M
S-S-S & M-M-M
S-S-S & M-M-M
S-S-S & M-M-M

*Almost a whole 3 weeks without a post. But highly doubt that you're missing any of this crap from Horny BF.

Anyway, weekends were terribly packed, and foresee this to continue for another week before things tone down slightly. Maybe a Singapore trip soon enough, yet this time around I'm not as eagerly anticipating like the time in November.

Wait, highly doubt Simon himself has written anything on that. Hmm, always half-naked and naked guys on his mind huh? But that was a good getaway, probably our last before moving to KL for a permanent spell.

Though portrayed as an ever highly slutty-licious Horny BF by Simonlover in numerous posts, actually I'm just an ordinary dude. Seriously. I am shy, reserved, not flirty at all, and a very decent man. 

Don't believe me? Come and try me. Just like the words in this song; "Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it, Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it"