Cedric Ang

I could not put myself together to clean up the bulk of things that I kept in the store.

It was the memories; memories of you in my heart for that short period of time that we were together.

Remember the time when I went over to your place, and then we started sending text messages to each other expressing our interest? Remember the time when you sneak out from school to come see me because you said you miss seeing me?

It was never easy letting you go; I have learn that sometimes it is always best to let things go in order for us to continue moving forward.

Looking back at the things that was in the store made me thinking. What was it that made us together despite our differences.

I can’t find a reason.

It’s time now, to let it all go.

Maybe you still have a small spot in my heart, but for now, I think I still have space to store things up under my bed.

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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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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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.

Apart from the cutie boys that day at the Yellow Army Graduation party, there was Hannah Tan, Mumbai and lotsa games and activities.

It was all fun and games.

The story was a little different the week before.

It was the Malaysian-International Fashion Week organized by M-IFA. Think of it as the Grammy Awards for fashion.

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It has been almost a month that I had not been able to get online.

Well, it was partially because I was on a road trip again, and partially because I was lazy to look for a place for me to log on. It came to a surprise that so many things had changed.

Firstly, my Facebook account was disabled. Apparently someone had sent a complain to Facebook saying that I do not seem to belong to my account that claims who I am. I guess, it’s quite normal for me. Facebook had requested that I sent in my photo ID to them, and I think it really reminds of me the episode that I had with XTube where they think I am underaged, and asked me to send them my photo ID. So sarcastically I think Facebook is the same as XTube.

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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 guess some things are starting to get better now.

Harry MSN’ed me the other day. I was surprised to say the least; I had figured out it is either of the two things. One, Harry had broken up with the boy friend, or two Harry wanted to scold me for something, or both of it.

I was right, they broke up.

In fact, Harry had broke up a few weeks ago, and had been dating this guy that I know.

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