Cedric Ang

I am certainly irk at such gesture by a well established organization.

Two days ago, after I posted the Ash Stymest post, this organization came into my blog and posted a comment.

I love it when people post comments on my blog. I even love it if it was a lengthy comment instead of a “Hi, I am just dropping by, keep it up” kinda comment. I mean, I feel very well appreciated when people actually drops a comment and actually tells you what they think about the post that I wrote.

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There is nothing that screams jail bait when it comes to posing photos of young boys.

But there is of course the case where the said young boy is just young by his looks, but not by his age. I had always liked the babyfaced, innocent looking boys. More evidently if they sport a few piercings and perhaps some tattoos; Tattoos turns me on.

Tattoos are supposed to make a person look mature, if not older. But somehow with Ash Stymest, a Briton lad who got discovered by Hedi Slimane has just the right proportion of everything.

Being the top 25 model on Model.com is not easy. Not only that, Ashley Stymest is also featured in Vogue where his debut was in Vogue Hommes Japan. Talk about being a celebrity.

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A very unorganized post as I write straight from my thoughts. It happens, and will always happen.

It was one of those nights that I was craving to get someone to top me. Boy friend is a bottom, so getting that accomplished would be a rather hard thing to do.

So I turned to Facebook, managed to get a few potentials and a few phone numbers. As I was having dinner with boy friend, one of the random numbers replied to my plea for sex.

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While watching the Internet race itself past me, I could not help but to notice a torrent of cries and spurs about BHPetrol back home.

It was first a glimpse of a freak accident. It then turned out to be something inhumane, if you will. The story of two petrol kiosk attendant refusing to loan a fire extinguisher that could have save a young lady’s life.

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I have been wanting to write this since a month ago but procrastination took its course.

It was very first time trying out something like this.

It was an invitation from a friend to try out Isobutyl nitrite, a relaxing drug that relaxes the muscles.

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You thought I disappeared, didn’t you?

Well, almost.

I am not going to lie to you; When I had the feel to write something, I was either busy with something else, or just too lazy to get up to wherever that I use to blog, to write something.

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This post is published without proof reading. If you are looking for a perfect written post, you have come to the wrong page

I guess many had already know that I maintain a few Facebook account.

On the recent event on Facebook, I had encountered something that had kept me awake, and not sure what to do.

It was midnight yesterday that I received a friend request. It wasn’t a friend request on Facebook that I would normally ignore, because this time, it was from a person that I know from another account; A person that I had had great interest with, before he mysteriously disappeared from my life.

I sent him a message, pretending that I do not know him. Which is the right thing to do, I think. Even prior to that, I had thought of just ignoring the friend request, and move on. I spent the whole day thinking about it, and could not reach a decision. I messaged him.

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It is always weird that I can only find time to write when I am being strapped on a chair.

Right now, I am about 5,000 feet above sea level enroute to Kuala Lumpur from Bali, Indonesia. I can’t move because I am at the window seat, and there is nothing to see outside beside some lights, perhaps from Singapore or something.

I had a chance to catch the Sunday service when I was in Bali. Despite having a great night out at Klapa with Max Glazer, I was really well awake during worship.

Allah? Isn’t that what they say is the ‘property’ of Islam, and no one but the muslims can use it? It was a familiar song that I know, but it was sang in Bahasa Indonesia, with Allah the only word that I understand; is this the Allah the Allah that I know? Or did I just hear something wrongly.

You see, back in Malaysia, someone could have been beheaded if was found using the word Allah. Well, not that bad but at least someone decided that it was cool to torch down some church, to show that Allah belongs to them.

Some went over the extreme, perhaps to create some tension between the Christians, and torch some suraus. They could not reach the mosque, because those places would have been heavily guarded, no?

Human beings are always like that, I felt. Why are we so fast in claiming some certain properties as being ours when it is a well known fact that it isn’t?

I don’t understand.

I need to stop being lazy, and start writing again.

Christmas is supposed to be a happy thing, a joyful thing.

Ever since the breakup with The Boy, Christmas has never been the same.

Merry Christmas to all, and especially to you, my boy.