If it wasn’t for something of pressing needs, I would not have update.

Perhaps it is because the excuse of the workload, but perhaps it is also because I have moved on from actual blogging into a micro-blog. Perhaps, it was procrastination that should be the keyword here.

I have just got myself a newer MacBook Air. Not really something that I like because of the lack of processing power, but I kind of like it better than my iPad. AT&T gave me a call the other day asking me to go back to one of the center as they replace a new iPhone 4S for me, and also the Blackberry Bold 9900 that has some problems.

Flying back and forth to Singapore and Kuala Lumpur is tiring. Of course it wasn’t as tedious as long hauls from New York. At the very least, I have my electronic devices to keep me company.

I then have people from Dealmates commenting about my post that I have wrote about Dealmates. I know that for a fact because I have tried to login to their UniFi router and that is what their UniFi login is.

Then, there is the part where Dealmates’ affiliate tries to buy some 5 minute fame by putting some deceiving numbers about their visitors, thinking that they are too good to be true, but did not realize that the other group buying site has got 3/4 more traffic. A few affiliate after took down these posts.

Of course, after the first episode of me and Dealmates, they have made a few changes. I am glad that someone has been reading my blog posts, and do the necessary. You are welcome.

December is coming, and it will be another month of work and hectic.

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I mean, what happened to free media? Why are there so many lies in it?

Where there so little people in the Bersih rally? I was there, and with my own eyes, I could not see the end of the road. It is as massive as a rave party in Amsterdam, no it is more massive than a rave party in Amsterdam. That’s how huge it is.

First lie they ever told, was that they never ‘attacked’ the hospital. Either the Ministry of Health is blind, or just in plain denial. There is an abundance of video footage, photos of water canons aiming to the hospital compounds. Of course, someone said it was because of the wind that blew it over. Just like how technology increase the changes of being hit by an earthquake and a tsunami by Rosmah, right?

Then of course there is that denial about excessive force. It is not the first time the Malaysian Police Force being on the news for being violent, trigger happy and cover-ups. There was a footage of a civilian with a head injury, bleeding and only being cover by a cap by another police officer. What was that?

A journalist was being arrested for doing his job, taking photos of protesters being arrested, by force.

Tear gas being deployed on both ends of the rally, trapping protesters in the middle, no where to run.

What is the role of the Malaysian Police force if not to create harm and havoc to the people? Aren’t the police, the friendly neighbourhood police that we grew up to believe and respect supposed to protect us? Was there rowdy protesters attacking the police? I don’t see any. Was there the police hitting on the civilians, armed with nothing but water bottles? Aplenty.

So, who is the bully now?

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Whilst I had not known Alviss in person, I did noticed him while I was in Kuala Lumpur club scene. Often, he would fashion a plaster on his face which I thought was weird and then found out it was his fashion statement from his friends. Yes, I thought that as being silly, but now after looking at his photos, I thought he was cute.

Alviss met a girl four months ago, and broke up. He pet down his last note on Facebook (now disabled) which I thought was pretty ‘dramatic’.

When The Boy and I broke up, I was devastated. Funny thing is that, until now I still had not remember when did I met with The Boy, and when did we got separated.

I almost choose that same path as Alviss did, I am pretty sure many would have recalled that incident.

By the way, if you enter ‘Alviss Kong’ in the search bar in Facebook, you will be directed to Youtube, and etc. Apparently, his Facebook is disabled. Whether by Facebook or his family members, no one knows for sure.

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It could be something that I saw on the street while I was walking that triggered a sweet memory about someone, it could be a sudden idea that I have thought of doing or it could be that random moment that I want to write something.

Most of these times, I had always wished that I have my Macbook Pro with me so that I could ‘pen’ these thoughts down.

I have smartphones. Two of them and I love both of them. Very often, I do not bring both of them out together because I think it is a hassle. I like the touch screen on my iPhone 4, and I love the keypad on my Blackberry Bold 2.

It was a very hard decision to make when purchasing the device. I first got myself an iPhone, for the purpose of updating my blog, and tweeting. When I got the iPhone, I didn’t liked it and I wanted the Blackberry’s keypad. That too, when I had it, wish I was typing on a multi-touch screen instead.

Then it came, in shiny armor; like a prince.

The Blackberry Torch 9800.

If you have not heard, Celcom Blackberry Torch launch that they run recently sold the Torch for RM8. Yes, eight freaking bucks to the first 10 lucky signups. I could not believe it until I actually saw my Twitter timeline that someone actually bought 1 of the device.

Now, with the full 3.2 inch touch screen and a Blackberry keyboard, I have no more excuses not writing or updating my Twitter.

This post was written entirely on my Blackberry Bold with Celcom Exec.

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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.

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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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