Cedric Ang

One of the things that I had wanted to try was to have some clubbing fun in Japan.

As sacred as the Nantaimori, I thought the gay clubbing scene in Tokyo would be as well. I must say, I was totally overwhelmed with the experience.

It started out with this guy asking me if I was interested to join him in the club. We had both exchanged eye contacts when we were both at the local Starbucks getting our daily doses of caffeine.

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A careful plan was drafted out with Harry. The plan was to get David to Harry’s house, and then we try to seduce him with kisses, and hugs and see if we could get David aroused.

It worked up pretty okay at first. I went over to Harry’s place to pick his sleepy ass up, then went over to David’s to pick him up. We wanted to head over to my place because it was a little too early to do the shopping that Harry wanted to do. (continue reading…)

I love traveling.

I love cold countries, perhaps that is why I have decided to stop by Alaska during my 5 months long holiday adventure.

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Skating rink, I love them, I hate them.

It was one of those days when I was at Pyramid Ice. I captured this picture with my iPhone, and thought the guy was pretty good looking.

I don’t know, but I have been always in the liking for someone that is younger than me. My friends say that I like them you, I guess.

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Sleeplessness, that is what I can use to describe myself.

I would want to blame it on the different time zones, they call it jet lagged. Yes, I have been living on a jet setter’s lifestyle since late November. It was fun, to be able to travel all around, meeting different people before I start myself in Uni in May.

But that is not the point, the point is, I wanted to stay away from my home in Kuala Lumpur. I had wanted to do this for a very long time, trying to see if I could forget the boy. The truth is, I can’t. On the boy’s birthday last year, while I was in Brazil, I gave the boy a call to wish him a happy birthday. I mean, it would only be appropriate if I do that, at least, I thought it that way.

Not only was I wrong about the whole thing, I still ended up crying at night, hugging a pillow, that I was well aware that it would not hug me back.

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Everyone deserves a hug once a while. I liked the way my boy friend hugs me, from the back.

A light kiss to my ears, whispering to me that he loves me really melts my heart. I mean, who doesn’t?

I like a good hug, but a good hug can turn into a tragedy if you whisper the wrong things. Like, “baby, I think I want to fuck you tonight.”

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