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Yet another fucking post

That sud­den urge, only to be sat­is­fied by a sud­den reap­pear­ance of a guy that I know.

This guy has been miss­ing from my MSN for months. The last time we had a decent con­ver­sa­tion we actu­al­ly planned a meet up soon ever since he had moved near­er to my place.  It did not turned out well due the the time con­flicts and all. On this one fine night when I was prepar­ing to bed, I saw this famil­iar name on my MSN sign­ing in.

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Meeting someone new

I hate it that some­times when I feel like blog­ging, and when I switch on my Mac­book Pro and open up my blog site, that whole ‘I want to blog’ feel­ing just went away.

If you remem­ber the last time I talked about The Boy was when I sent him a birth­day mes­sage that even­tu­al­ly unde­liv­ered. Just a few weeks back, I saw him work­ing in a bou­tique down town. I was not sure how should I be respond­ing to such emo­tion, that I was try­ing real­ly hard to avoid a face to face encounter. Par­tial­ly it was because our break-up was not a pleas­ant one.

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Telephone boy

*A very unor­ga­nized post as I write straight from my thoughts. It hap­pens, and will always hap­pen.*

It was one of those nights that I was crav­ing to get some­one to top me. Boy friend is a bot­tom, so get­ting that accom­plished would be a rather hard thing to do.

So I turned to Face­book, man­aged to get a few poten­tials and a few phone num­bers. As I was hav­ing din­ner with boy friend, one of the ran­dom num­bers replied to my plea for sex.

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Morning at Kanata’s room

*This is a con­tin­u­a­tion of my pre­vi­ous post, [Night in a Japan­ese Gay Bar](http://www.cedricang.com/personal/night-in-a-japanese-gay-bar-20090506 “Night in a Japan­ese Gay bar”)*

It was morn­ing in Japan when you can hear birds chirp­ing. The morn­ing sun peeked from the cur­tain, and shine in to Kanata’s room.

*Before I con­tin­ue, let me warn you that this post is going to be ‘expressed’; I will not be check­ing on my spellings, and I would not be both­ered if I am gram­mat­i­cal­ly right. At such ungod­ly hours, this is the best that I can do (and prob­a­bly laugh­ing at myself lat­er)*

I could feel Kanata’s breath land­ing on my face in the ear­ly spring morn­ing. I looked at Kanata’s closed eyes, I put out an arm, and tried to hold him clos­er to me.


![In Bed](http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HR5SJm9sR60/SPTd18NeqYI/AAAAAAAAGNA/wh3YTY_NIaU/s400/Gay_Couple_togetherness_in_bed_01.jpg “In Bed”)

Pic­ture stolen from [Nase](http://nase-adoctorslife.blogspot.com “Nase”)

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The failed friendship

My wor­ries final­ly catch up with me. After our attempt to lure David into our [three­some act](http://www.cedricang.com/blogging/the-failed-threesome-20090416/ “The failed Three­some”), my wor­ries was about Har­ry; whether can he accept our ‘extra cur­ric­u­lar’ activ­i­ty

It has been three days since I have heard from Har­ry. The last time I talked with him was when he was on his way back to his home­town (school hol­i­days and all) and he final­ly had time to get online. He did not men­tion any­thing much, and I thought every­thing is fine.

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