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Thoughts

I must have been the most hap­pi­est guy on earth right now.

Indulging myself with the cake that David had bought me, it sent me into deep thoughts again.

Secret Recipe

I do won­der some­things, why can’t we as human being be nicer to each oth­er, and every­one is hap­py. Instead, we choose to have our self­less thoughts, putting our dif­fer­ences in front of us all the time, and often us that as an excuse to take grudge against one anoth­er.

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The failed threesome

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 →

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The boy that broke my heart

Cedric, you ex boy friend looks like my friend. He is my junior and he looked exact­ly like him”

That was what he told me when I first showed him the boy’s pic­ture over the Inter­net. I had slow­ly got­ten over the whole break-up thing, but I was­n’t still sure that I have put the boy aside, and con­tin­ue with what is going on what is in front of me.

I sup­posed I can­not for­get the fact that I can eas­i­ly fall in love, even back in my heart, I still think about the boy, all the time.

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Same Subject, Different Day

My mind is almost blank, but yet there is this feel­ing inside me that makes me want to shout out to the world that I have a lot on my mind, and yet still emp­ty.

Yes, maybe I do not know how to put things in words. Maybe I am just con­fused of the cer­tain feel­ings that I have right now, maybe it was just noth­ing.

His voice still echoes deep inside. I could still hear him say­ing things to me. Was it just my imag­i­na­tion, or just mere­ly because I missed him so much?

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