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.

I mean, come on. Look at this picture.

How innocent and sweet this boy is.

Not too innocent now, is he?

Anyone wants to let me model for them? I am not too bad myself, you know.

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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.

Jai is a sweet person, from my point of view. I was unofficially introduced by another friend of mine. Unofficially because my other friend just gave me his contact,a nd I just blindly added him. The conversation was very straight forward. From the conversation, I was able to gouge how a person he is. English-speaking, good common sense, likes to be photographed, likes photography. All in all, my type of boy.

Most importantly I think, he has a little personality from The Boy.

I always find it mentally tiring to go through all that. The person sends you a message telling you that he is willing to meet up, for dinner, for a movie. I don’t care.

Then at that very moment when you are waiting for the final text message for confirmation, the friend interrupts and ‘advise’ him not to go.

Of course, as with many other times, these ‘friends’ are always not responsible when things goes wrong, and quickly claims credit when things runs their way. I have just had one time too many experience on that.

Don’t bother me, I am just another person who had not had slept because of this. Whether should I tell him, “hey, I am this person that you chat with before, and our history did not really went on that well.” I can’t live a lie. That Facebook account wasn’t build to interact. It was built for another purpose.

I had, once again let down of my horses. This time, streak of tears mysteriously appear on both side of my cheeks. Just when I thought I may had found the person that I could care for, that I could love just maybe I thought to myself. Just maybe.

He was right in a way. It’s like Music and Lyrics. Looks for Music and Personality for lyrics. Music is what draws you in, what comes after is usually the lyrics, something that gives the melody its meaning.

He claims that he would not want to meet because he had not known me better. He said that he had not seen how I looked like, and ask for a picture. Of course, back in my head would be the countless encounters of people telling me that I do not look like my picture, or the countless people telling me that I am fat, while I am still seated in my car, awaiting for the person to actually appear. How exactly do you judge a person is fat, with just looking at 5 % of his body, which compromised of 90% bone mass? I have still yet to figure that out.

Jai, think about this. You wanted to have someone who you can love. I am here. You had wanted to get a Nikon D90, I am here. While I cannot promise that I would your one and only person in your love life, I can however promise you that I will try to be that person. Then again, no thanks to your ‘friend’, I guess you do not stand a chance now.

I thought it could be a very good night when he actually show up at my place. Well not exactly that because he had requested me to pick him up. I thought of bringing him over for the night KL night lights, perhaps some snacks.

Oh well, should have cook and eaten instead of waiting for someone who listens more to their friends than his own instinct.

Perhaps the ignore button did try to serve its purpose. I should have just backpack again like how I used to do last time. Or perhaps, just grab a camera and start taking pictures of my Gundams.

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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.

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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.

There I was, alone at Pavilion. My friends that had promised to come to the Fashion Show with me could not make it.

I was hungry, I thought perhaps a nice meal could help with the disgust that I had at that time on my friend that had missed our outing together; and a meal I had.

I thought the place was invitation only. Yet I am seeing flock of people at the place, signing up at the entrance with “Photo Kaki” credentials as media accreditation.

Much to my surprise, the show was tad boring. Boring in a way that the models looked messy. The designs were good. It was a showcase of local designers, or something. I was being pushed by people, people shooting me off and stuffs. Yes, these photographers who has got fake media accreditation shooed me off because I was a guest, and I was sitting by the stairs, minding my own business. Perhaps it was because my camera were bigger than theirs.

I got bored, not being able to enjoy the fashion show like how I wanted to, I walked around, sat the the place where I was supposed to seat, oogle at some cute guys, looking at the clueless people, looking at some of the not so well dressed guests. I kept my big camera, and whip out my camera phone, I feel more into place than the others, without the big big bulky black box thing.

I enjoyed myself, not the fashion show, albeit it could have been better.

Maybe, we can try tomorrow. Or perhaps, I am better off sleeping at home. We will see.

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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.

So there I was, half way around the globe again, trying to chill myself over some certain things of life. Here are some of the pictures taken.

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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.

John had been lazying around the house. While we try not to interfere with each other’s work, it does get on my nerves when he tries to cook something in the kitchen. The laundry, the detergent and the rest are just nothing something that I want to mention right now.

Of course, other than that he is really being a good boy friend. He don’t disturb me when he knows I am working on something.

Writing for a big corporation does take it tolls. It’s like Carrier Bradshaw writing for their weekly column of “Sex and The City”, things sometimes get a little out of hand when you are trying to write about relationships, and what not.

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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.

If you remember Harry, Harry got a little too uncomfortable after our session along with David. Although David had not had sex with both of us that day when they were at my place, I had fun with Harry. Harry still refuse to talk about it, perhaps from the shyness that I would expect him to have. Well at least a little.

David on the other hand decided that perhaps retail business isn’t really his thing. Well, I warned him few months before his attempt into it. Now that he is arranging interviews with other companies and etc, lets hope he is doing well.

The Boy however, gave me a shock of my lifetime, still.

Stories and rumors of The Boy actually had me as his first boy friend was shocking enough to put me into disbelieve for the next couple of days. Perhaps that is why he was so hard to let go himself when we broke up the first, and second time. Perhaps it was also one of the reason The Boy was so ‘easy’ on me on the courting part. Speaking of which, it is almost 1 1/2 years since I have seen The Boy. I would really love to just show up in front of his door step, and just say hi.

Recently, I have uploaded videos to a popular website. Not YouTube because YouTube do not allow illicit content. With that in mind, perhaps readers like you could suggest where I can upload, with a rather huge community of Malaysians preferred. So far, two of my videos were taken offline because apparently some person or people are complaining that my videos are in violation of copyright. My never seen video, of my own, having sex. Right!

I checked my web statistic and noticed that a few people are coming from Yahoo Mail, Google and stuff. They all ended up at my main page, and not some random page of my blog. I guess, someone might be promoting me again. Maybe the email states something like, “ewww look at this guy, so gay!” Now all you wankers homophobic hypocrites can go slap yourself on the face when you wank to Megan Fox, because she already admitted that she’s a man.

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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.

Fine.

I was happy for Harry actually, it has been almost two months since Harry had spoken with me. Wasn’t sure what had happened between them, but I guess things were not working out. I had never liked a boy friend that controls my social life, to say the least.

So Harry told me who his ex boy friend was. It was this guy that is always in ‘competition’ with me. A person that thought he knew who am I by knowing that I owned cedricang.com and knowing me by name. Too bad, he wasn’t in the game long enough. I guess he was jealous because I always get my boys before him, no puns intended, and not to be little Harry, or any other boys.

We did catch on on the phone for a while, before Harry had to go swimming with his new boy friend. I had to let him go at that point of time, he is afterall, not mine to begin with.

So Harry, would really love to catch up with you because I have many tales. That short 15 minutes phone conversation isn’t enough, to speak frankly. There’s still a lot, and a lot did happen in that short two months.

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Been lazying around, which explains why I had not log in to World Of Warcraft, and I seldom reply to comments now too (I do read them, don’t worry)

So here I am, still grumpy in the morning, after waking up with a gorgeous looking boy beside me.

I am still in the state of confusion. No thanks to the Oseltamivir. It was twice daily, for 5 days, and then the last incubation period. My sleeping time table had been screwed up. I think I am now on New Zealand time or something. I used to wake up early in the morning at 5, now I can only wake up past 7.

John’s been great. He tried to cook breakfast once and almost burn my kitchen. Well at least the guy tried, it was his very first time in the kitchen so I guess it was totally okay. He was trying to impress me when I teased him that I could cook better.

Lying on the bed trying to decide what to have for breakfast, with John soundly asleep beside me, and more and more friends that saw me online decided to chat up with me. It dragged until noon, and John went to get Starbucks and something light to bite on.

I started writing this entry at 7 in the morning, and it only ends at 1 in the afternoon.

See, now you want to spank me or not?

Nahh!

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