Cedric Ang

One of the nice things in a relationship is holding hands.

I like to hold the boy’s hands. Whether is it in the car, or just generally giving him that brisk hug that he deserves.

Holding hands to me is the kind of physical intimacy that is the kind of expression of feelings that I have for the boy. It gives the means of being present in that someone’s personal space. I hold hands with the boy, is because I want to share the things that he has, the personal space.

Holding hands significates the affection that I have to the boy.

Of recent, the boy has been avoiding holding my hand. Not to say totally avoid, but rather, with little response when I try to hold his hand…

Before I went, I thought.

What would 20 guys do in a farewell party? All I can think of is a massive orgy. With the mixture of cute guys, hot guys, engineers and doctors, it would be fun.

Drunk, no not quiet.

But it is sad to see Frankie go, at least for a while.

Will miss you a lot, darling.

I find the story published by The Star hilarious.

Pornographic dolls? Why can’t they just call it the sex dolls? I mean, give me a break, thse kinda novelty stores has been in Malaysia for the longest time, think I Need House, think the shop that I bought the springy condoms, think the Condom shop in Sri Petaling.

I guess Mohd Rizal Abidin must be living in a cave or something. Perhaps he is just plain ignorant?

Once bitten, you take make your steps precautiously. Sometimes, there are things that cannot be prevented.

It was quite a scary thought, the thought of seeing the boy in La Queen.

The story goes like this.

For the past week, I had not had much success with talking to the boy. On that Saturday, after our outing and shopping spree, we went to a fast food restaurant for supper. The boy needed to use the gents, and there he went.

I remember the time when I first had a threesome sex.

It was supposed to be a one on one sex. The boy got shy and anxious, he brought along his gay friend.

Adrian was this boy that I have met from the net. In the picture, he looked amazing. Nice skin tone, nicely trimmed hair and boyish voice that could send any gay men that fantasize young boys to the moon, and back again.

Adrian’s friend was a little bigger build. Not too indecent for my liking, or should I just say, neutral. However, my main focus on that night, was Adrian.

Ever since the other day’s outage I finally decided to upgrade my hosting plans.

Well, for one, I had hated the webhost’s support. They seem like do not know what are they doing, or at least I thought so.

The site was down for almost 24 hours, support request was shooting back and forth. The support blamed me for not using their Name Server, I told them I had pointed it correctly to the right server using A records, and that they have changed the servers without informing.

If you guys are my regular blog reader, you probably have noticed that my blog was down for several hours.

Well, indeed it was.

My webhost had did some changes to the system, and something went wrong.

Will story later. Some of the links are not working right now. I am working on it. Be patient.

Whatever decisions that I make now, would determine what would happen in the relationship between us.

It was a normal Monday morning for me to start off with. Ants were all over my work desk for some unknown reasons, my notebook’s power adapter was turned off, and my notebook was forcefully shut off, leaving me with less two hours of production work. How else can you start off a Monday?

A cup of nice warm milk coffee later, the boy messaged me. I had wanted to drop by to Gardens tomorrow evening to grab a USB charger for the boy; he had misplaced it. I told him about my plans the weekend before, and the boy did not want to follow, I found it odd that suddenly he asked me about it.

Just the other day, while I was working, he was trying to pry to see what am I doing. While I was not in the mood for the ‘supervision’ I did feel a little annoyed. In the process of him checking out what I was doing, he dropped the keyboard that was on the desk on to the computer that I was running.

After lunch, when I tried to boot up the other computer, I realized that the hard disk was giving some really serious issues. I checked the disk, and it was in a condition where it can never be used anymore.

You know sometimes you see patrol cars stop random people by the road side, and then check on their IDs and stuffs. It makes me wonder what sort of ‘algorithm’ do the patrol car uses in order to identify you to be one that they can stop.

It is one of these days that I was stopped by a patrol car. I saw the patrol car following pretty closely, and I picked up speed a little. The patrol car did the same, and then over took me from the right, and signaled me to stop by the side.

I did.