Since early September 2008, after I had landed in Bangkok, Thailand, I have been wandering around. The reason was that it was exactly a year before that that I have met with The Boy.

I was packed with minimal luggage, I do buy souvenirs but I send them back home from each destination I visit.

As you can see, I have the mere nessacity of items that I would need, and some might notice there’s a few condoms lying around as well. While those that lay on my bed seems to be tad heavy, wait till you see what is in the bag.

This is just my hand carry, and all my important items.

From Alaska, to Zulu I have been traveling. Often spending the night alone. It does get pretty lonely, and I had plenty of time to rethink about everything. 8 months I have not stepped back to my own home, 8 months that I had been stepping my foot to different part of the world.

I had also met a lot of people. The adventures were great.

check out the few pictures that I have got.

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I could not sleep this morning until 4 am. The bright moon light from the New York’s cityscape peeking through my window on my face.

I tried very hard to fall asleep.

The thought of us together got me awake. Ever since you found yourself in someone else’s arms, I have been thinking about you day and night.

It rained today. Not too heavy, but just rained.

I went out to the street, hopefully to get my mind off things for a moment.

I caught Chris online. I must say that I am glad I have someone that lives almost the same timezone as me. Being 12 hours behind everyone that I know sometimes is not a good thing for me, especially when I needed someone badly to chat with.

One mistake I make prior coming to New York.

When I was with the boy, we had our plans to move to New York. Study, and working together.

We even traveled to New York together to look at how the things are, to see if we could get used to our surroundings. We looked for a uni, a place to stay. While we were walking one day during our holiday, we saw this place that is up for sale. It is a quiet neighborhood, and we quite like the surroundings. We manage to contact the owner, and the owner was kind enough to meet us up on that day itself.

When we entered the place, I felt immediately like home. Located at the Upper West Side, it has windows overviewing Central Park. With private pool, we immediately fell in love with the place. Unlike condos or apartments, the loft has got no rooms, but rather a huge space where we can separate the rooms by ourselves. The scene of Queer as Folk immediately triggered both of our senses, and we totally forgot that the owner were actually waiting for us.

Dinner time that night was all about The Loft that we saw. We were visualizing how we would decorate the place, where we would put the bed, where will we put the LCD TV, the PS3, the kitchen and etc.

The next day itself, we spoken with the owner again, this time, I had paid a sum of USD5000 upfront as a deposit.

I was preparing for my university that is starting in a couple more days. A white envelope slipped and dropped to the floor of the loft.

When we were having our visit to New York, we had enrolled ourselves to one of the varsity here. When we broke up a year ago, the boy returned me the envelope together with the varsity’s offer letter. I must have slipped it in between my school documents, and now the memories of us being together is haunting me.

I had tried my best to design and decorate The Loft as per how the boy had wanted it. Maybe, I had a thought that maybe some day the boy would come back. For the past few nights after I have arrived here, I imaged myself cooking at the kitchen for The Boy. Both of us would be happy feasting on the meal that we had prepare, and perhaps a sip of wine looking over Central Park.

Maybe the idea of me wanting to continue to New York was a big mistake. Maybe I thought it is the only memory that I could savage from our sad sob relationship.

Maybe I had not wanted to savage the relationship at all. The things that had been going through my mind at that time when I had argued with The Boy. The things that I have done that would have hurt his feelings. They say, you will not appreciate something until you lose it. I guess, it is true to an extend.

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Yes, no more that bullshit from Blogger, at least this way I can write freely without the fear of my blog gets deleted.

Of course, special thank to my sweetheart Eugene for making this possible, thank you to my lovely god brother to help me to import my entries and all the other stuffs that I don’t know how to do.

And thank you the readers that has been keeping the blog by sending me regards via email and Facebook asking me what happened to it.

I think that black theme is a bit harsh on the eyes. I had always preferred the white or lighter colored backgrounds. I seem to be able to find out where and how to edit, so I am thinking of editing them to see if I can get the theme to how I want it to be.

I have a lot of stories to tell, stories of when I was in Brazil, in United Kingdom. Encounters that I had in New York, and in Alaska and all the lovely pictures that I have taken. For those that were not well informed, I was on a ‘world tour’ since Christmas 2008, and been out of the country since then.

Okay, no naughty story today, since I really really need to get to bed, and head to New Zealand =)

P/S: Happy birthday!

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One of the most enjoyable trip with Bong and Melvin is the people watching. Bong refered that as his new hobby.

That’s right, we went to Melaka together, the place there the Dutch get hunted, and the Malays gets fucked and became the Baba and the Nyonya.

We had an agenda, to sight see, and to sight see. That’s right, food wasn’t in the main agenda, but one must eat in order to process the juicy details of the boy that you see on the street, right?

Taking time off from the relationship, I guess I pretty much needed the ‘holiday’. Short and easy trip, but it was fun filled one.

I will let the two gentlemen to talk about the trip. I will concentrate on the boys instead. hur hur hur

So, the morning started without much of a sight. They parked their car at Mahkota Parade and went over to some delirious food court for their brunch. I as sure hungry as hell. I mean, I thought it was a food trip, eat and more eat and eat more.

No, so anyways. Spotted a few cuties. Too bad that 2 were just a burden and if not I would have just went over and try to get some action.

Then I saw this sweet young thing walking past us. I especially like the one in blue.

Then of course, how can we deny the sweet smile of a young boy?

We walked around. Walked a lot. They guys were taking pictures of everything, I was eyeing for any pretty boys in sight.

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