Cedric Ang

There again I was contemplating if I should call The Boy or at least sent him a short message.

I could not get myself to do it. The last time I tried, I got a “Anything? I am busy” reply from him and that feeling totally sucks.

I was at Hannah Tan’s concert at The Garden’s ballroom. Alone.

I brought a gift, a gift that I thought would make some boy happy. I registered myself, and pass the staff my gift and proceed to the ballroom where Hannah Tan was going to sing.

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Miss KL Sogo Trendsetter ’09, a subsidiary title of Miss Tourism International 2009 is by all mean to honor the exceptional lady of today who leads the new ideas among others.

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Miss Marigold Body Beautiful, subsidary title of Miss Tourism International 2009 World.

Nuffnang being one of the silver sponsors contacted me to join the event. Maybe because Robb thinks that I’m cute and I can take good pictures, but that is only him to know.

One of the roadshows that I was invited to was held at Sunway Pyramid Concourse area where 45 contestants. The whole event was sponsored by Marigold HL milk.

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The habit of not blogging is really taking a toll from my blogging routine.

In the norm, when I sit down in front of the computer, be it my MacBook Pro or my MacPro, I am able to write something out. Things are way different now, perhaps I am getting very used to keeping things in my mind, rather than blurted it out.

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You have to believe me when I say this, but I have been busy as hell with uni’s assignment.

Wake up in the morning, breakfast for my dear, and off we went spending the whole day in the uni. Back home, the usual hang out together thing, dinner and off to bed. I barely had time to masturbate myself (not really because I have my dear to help me out).

Gosh, I never knew uni stuff is that much. I don’t need more time, just more energy to put myself in front of the computer and write something.

Is this the New Year or just another night?
Is this the new fear or just another fright?
Is this the new tear or just another desperation?

Is this the finger or just another fist?
Is this the kingdom or just a hit n’ miss?
I miss direction most in all this desperation

Is this what they call freedom?
Is this what you call pain?
Is this what they call discontented fame?

It’ll be a day like this one
When the world caves in, when the world caves in

I’m singing this one like a broken piece of glass
From broken hearts and broken noses in the back
Is this the New Year or just another desperation?

You push until you’re shoving
You bend until you break
Do you stand on the broken fields where our fathers lay?

It’ll be a day like this one
When the world caves in, when the world caves in

Is nothing here worth saving?
Is no one here at all?
Is there any net left that could break our fall?

It’ll be a day like this one
When the sky falls down and the hungry
And poor and deserted are found

Are you discontented?
Have you been pushing hard?
Have you been throwing down this broken house of cards?

Is there nothing left now? Nothing left to sing
Are there any left who haven’t kissed the enemy?
Is this the New Year or just another desperation?

Yeah, does justice never find you?
Do the wicked never lose?
Is there any honest song to sing besides these blues?

And nothing is okay
Till the world caves in, until the world caves in.

I thought I would have forgotten him, but the incident on a Saturday night in Kuala Lumpur just proves how much I still care about him, and how much I really missed him.

It was that time when I was walking in to the club, hoping to see some random cute boys that I stumbled upon a familiar face.

It was him, the boy that I was crying for for the past one and a half years, the boy that I had put my everything, the boy that I missed so much, that I still have his pictures on my computer desktop.

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I have lost my language power.

A writing assignment has been pass to me for the weekend, and I had spent countless hour trying to think how can I write it. I know, it works that way.

Here I am, lying down on my comfortable bed at 2 am in the morning New York time trying to write something. Perhaps a switch of attention would do some good, I hoped.

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So that MIA thinggy did not actually go that far.

I could not explain why, but of recent, I have seldom think about The Boy. Yes, no more sleepless night, crying thinking of him and stuff. I am glad, for once because I think I have finally conquered the feeling of letting The Boy go.

Then, there is Harry that comes into picture.

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I know, I am supposed to write something on my blog; otherwise it’s not going to be a blog.

But I am currently busy and partially being lazy as well.

So, you know the drill, will try to make this one a jiffy.