Sex and The City?

Well, since CNY can be a rather boring time with relatives updating each other on the events that occurred in their respective lives and extremely ingenuine concerns towards each other. I, on the hand, found it great that my Ipod Converter is able to convert DVDs into my Ipod and so I took this opportunity to get my entire collection of Sex and The City so I could finish it by the time CNY is over... (which "queer" who has a "straight" mind would do that right

I had always been a big fan of this series and I bought the entire series in China but never had the decent time to watch it... As I watched, I came upon an episode where Carrie asked the questiion, "How much sex is too much sex?" It suddenly dawned upon me. When I was 17, I had this conservative mind of not sleeping around and be monogamous and think that the world is made out of cotton candy and tied up by ribbons...

Then I realised... as I tried to count my many experiences, I suddenly realised that I would now require my toes to do the math! BOOM!!! Samantha Jones face smacked right in front of me. Oh no... I thought... Am I turning into her, I asked but is it normal anyway?

Is it normal to be sexually active? Is it okay to sleep around? and how much sex do you need before you are entitled to the title whore?

Yes... I know... Chinese New Year and I could only think about sex!!!

But it is an interesting question isn't it? Men are built for sex and if I am single, don't I have every right to enjoy my freedom? But what I discovered was that I would never look at sex as being one of those intimate moments you spend with a bf rather, a past time used to keep my "horniness" at bay! Besides, there is the whole health issue which kicks in where it would be a concern every time a condom breaks or something of that sort would occur (FYI, yours truly does not practice such unhealthy acts to the extent of not even doing it one hor!)

I love sex if you were to ask me and yes, I love being passionate in bed but will you call me a whore just because I slept with another guy for kicks??? I suppose for now, I could only blame my hormones which is raging like wild horses in my (sexy) body! But sex is fun and liberating... and yes... Abstinence, to me... solves no problem! And how about you? Yes the one reading this and now having his mind miles away into those few (or plentiful) experiences... Do you think I am a slut???

When I went to the Ball...

Twas a night filled with lights, camera and action...Literally since the theme was Hollywood meets Bollywood and we all have to look our best at the ball, cameras will flash and we all will mengada-ngada take pictures, flaunting our skills in front of the camera!


Well, initially it was pretty much a nerve wrecking night since Odie and I will be singing in the Talent time competition and we have the least practice amongst the line up for the night so we decided that we would just go up and have fun. Should you know, we were actually singing in the car park of Royal Selangor Club before we begin so that we get our words and arrangement and transitions right...

However, as we were the second up, I figured that it would not be as bad as I would have expected it since we will be able to enjoy the night after we go up and perform. Our dear lecturers and friends have been very encouraging and both of us were looking forward to win as well since the prize is RM500 cold hard cash! So we went up and did our thing. We sang a medley of 10 songs which include At Last, Fly Me To the Moon, Beautiful Girl, Kuch Kuch Hota Hei and Yue Liang Dai Biu Wo De Shing (Sorry, I have no idea what the Chinese characters are so this will have to do!)We had cheers and people participating in it and we felt damn good after that since we see a twinkle in the judges eyes...

So the night progressed with a lot more photo taking and since the food was lousy I ended up only having soup and some noodles and then, to warm meself, I had some Chivas a dash of coke!(See it's not the other way round) The best part of it all was some lecturers were auctioned to the student to raise money for Amnesty International and it was like some fish market...
Lelong..Lelong!

And as the night drew to a close... They announced the winners and yes, we won la of course... What can you say about the two power house singers in college...

And yes... I am only RM150 richer since we have to split 3 and remainder 50 bucks to our society as a sign of goodwill and mutual respect... But the dinner was like RM65 so its not that much after all!

What it feels like...

Thanks for accepting me as I am. You are a remarkable guy I feel privileged to know. But don't make people feel like you so much, it's not fair...

Those were Micheal's very words in a text message I gotten as I arrived at the train station. I stood there alone, thinking about those words. It is just so lovely to have someone say that you are a remarkable person even after we have just had a short conversation and I looked at myself.

At that moment, I realised something in me. I realised I have always lived in the shadow of someone else. Be it someone I look up to or someone I think is socially acceptable. I forgotten that being myself is not that bad. I am not particularly loathful and I always think I am a pretty decent guy. But somehow, I feel a need to be inadequate. A need to be insignificant. I need to mask my true self behind a facade of graffitised personality(s) of someone else.

In short, I have forgotten how beautiful I can be when I am myself...

A sudden rush of liberty and freedom gushed through my bones... I no longer find a need to feel socially acceptable just because I am someone else...

I just feel so...

G-LOGERIFIC

And we go Sha La La La La...

I just finished watching the very first episode of American Idol Season 8...

The talent pool is always there and as I am an avid singer, I would love to audition in that room...
I told Sammie that I constantly imagined myself singing in front of Simon Cowell and would wonder what nasty thing would happen to me...



I never audition for anything before with the likes of One in a Million, our Malaysian version of American Idol (or rather I did but didn't make it pass through the panel) but I would still persist in trying out one day for American Idol. I would be fidgetting about what song to sing and keep asking myself, "Will the judges like me?" Gosh with all these unnecessary stress I build myself, I start to ponder to something relatively near as I am performing this Sunday at Royal Selangor, I hope I won't screw up since it is my very first college prom and I don't need to screw up the chance of winning 500 bucks!!!

But that is besides the point. So, I went online to check out a few Malaysian Idol contestants, each being my source of inspiration... However, Youtube doesn't have many of these Malaysian Idol clips that consist of the better contestants. I could just find those who went in to humiliate themselves...











And there is my favourite one...



Bulgarian Idol is not to be missed if anyone of you missed!

And Then He Told Me...

Negative or Positive?

It has plagued my mind for the last few days. I curled up by the side of my bed wondering if I would soon discover one of the worst horror of my life. Sammie told me that I better do it and Bong has not been very encouraging when I relate my situation to him. In short, I was sure that I am doomed.

Last Saturday, I finally decided to head to PT Foundation. I procrastinated for a long time since i was not sure what to expect. As far as my sexual experiences has been so far, I never once had intercourse that would risk myself from being infected with HIV but still, a nagging feeling was embedded deep within me, telling me something was just not right. And of late, I have became more and more adventurous. I tried different things and met different guys.

I suppose I am becoming who I fear myself to be. A slut, a whore that sleeps around with any men who is willing to come close to where I stand. I am not afraid to admit I love being touched by a man, a tender kiss on my pink lips and unveiling of my perfectly (or imperfectly) engineered slim body and collapsing into the soft mattress, two bodies filled with passion...




Though that may sound "porny" but isn't that wht we have always longed for? The two hours or sometimes three of romance, passion and lust all mixed up into one orgasmic moment does put depressing mood swings I constantly have at bay but when I couldn't even ount the men I have a history with with my fingers (and toes), I knew I need that check up desperately.

I left that afternoon from college and arrived at the worst side of town ie Chow Kit Road. Bustling buses ran across the street rampantly while hagard looking men swarm the place in search for what may seem to be love at the corners of the street. Loud music boomed from cheap looking TV sets and there I was, looking for my way to where I was told to be not so far from the monorail station I came out of.

I finally managed to find my way through a myriad of what seemed to be shops and I went up a few flight of stairs litted by dimm lights and an eerie aura. I went into the foundation with a slim chinese boy greeting me and asked me if I was there for the first time. I confirmed it and was handed a pink file where I fille up endles Q&As, all relating to my general knowledge to HIV and AIDS.

When I am done, Andy, my counsellor took me into a room and asked some rather specific questions about my sex life and assessed me if I am ready for that test.I felt like he was going to pounce on me the next moment with his many questions... I was rather charasmatic but when he finally showed me the way the results would reflect and what if (touch wood) I got the virus, what are the next step they are gonna take. At that point in time, I could almost imagine myself explaining to my parents and going for support groups, having the foundation to take me on my weekly check ups and eating countless types of pills to get myself to live for another day.


So when he finally decided that I was ready for the check up, I was brought into another room with a rather hunky guy in it who will extract blood from me to do the chek up. I gave him my left hand and he pricked my left ring finger and a few drops of blood into the test kit. I was asked to leave and to wait for 10-15 minutes. I left and I instantly called Sammie for support, the wait caused me to be anxious and I felt like the very worst were to happen. My guts were tied in knots with butterflies fluttering all over and my heart pounded faster than ever. Soon, before I knew it, an Indian lady walked into the room to get my results and yelled a rather soft "Yes".

What does that mean?

I slowly followed her after being instructed to do so and returned to the room I was counselled. Turns out, only one strand mark the C on the test kit, signifying that I am tested Negative. I was still in shock. Not that I was not elated but I knew that only a week ago, I had anal sex or rather, someone finally intruded me for a few brief seconds. I am in the window period and god knows if I am safe but for now, I am as fit as the fiddle (or fiddler) next to me. As I shall reurn in 3 months time, I need to be thankful for being safe thus far.

Amen!

The Long Long Post... Just Before New Year... Or Now After!

It has been absurdly long since I took the time to really spend time writing something worth reading or to the very least, worth talking about. As usual, the month of December totally makes one's head go wild as it is a month filled with things to do...

HONG KONG, MACAU, ZHUHAI

Well, my folks and the entire extended family... 18 of us to be exact left for a trip of around 8 days just having lovely food, shopping, going round as a family to bond and we had a lot of fun...

Loved Zhuhai for it's food yet the hotel suite we lived in was awful as the day we left, there was a chip on some crystal ash tray which we barely touched... The thing is how could such minute thing be noticeable at a first glance? So we fired them up and refused to pay for it... As I love to say, its just a matter of principle...
But still, we had fun with hairy crabs galore and me trying water roaches which turned out to be quite a mouth watering experience...

Macau was amazing since we got to stay in the newest, hippest and luxurious hotel, the one and only Venetian. Yet, I felt it was a shame not have caught Zaia, the new Cirque Du Soleil show. I got the programme however and bloody hell, the guys are way way hot!

Then there is Hong Kong. The main reason for the trip was because we had won for the second year consecutively rooms and park tickets for Disneyland. It is sinful but I have visited it for like the 6th or 7th time... I know I am mad but what to do? I am a Disney fan and yes, I am working my way to get into that corporation...

LOTR

No pictures for this one as I failed to bring my camera there yet, I loved the experience of working with the orchestra booming away and we singing to a crowd that seems tasteful enough... I loved looking at my eye candies all the time and yet, most of them are straight which has gone to waste. I know a million and one things I could do with those boys...




Oh and my amazingly hot crush, Andrew Dunsmore,the percussionist was the best. I found out that he was from Toronto. I missed the chance of talking to him but his percussion skills were amazing. He kept the beat going and I wonder if that is the case with his other skills...

Taiwan

Arghhh... a trip to work again and not that I am complaining but I have a few trips for pleasure and travelling for work, isn't exactly fun! Yet, I had a real good time just shopping and meeting my aunt in Kaoshiung but the best part? Yes, I went to Taiwan upgraded onto Business class... They were giving totally different treatment to me... "Mr Wong, would you like to look at the menu?" I was like heck, they have a menu in flight? "Mr Wong, would you like a drink?" Yes please and I ended up with champagne, wine and cocktail... "Mr Wong, is there anything I can help you with?" Yes, the guy next to aisle is kinda cute... Hook me up!

Well that didn't happen but after I realised he bought toys like for kids round the age 7-8 (it was a lego set that I used to play with at that age) forget it!

So there you go, my full and final report for the month and as the year wraps, everyone has their resolutions and plans...

What are mine?

Yet to be listed yet I don't think it would be too long since you hear the last of it...

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Edisi Baru...

Clubbing has always been one of the things I wanted to do in the year of 2008 and guess what? I went out on New Years Eve (finally) and met up with random new friends with one Brian (old old white guy) having his hands all over me during a drink below Sky Bar (since its all reserved) which later adjourned to O*range which was uber gay yet I had fun... guys throwing their hot bods at everyone...The music was so loud I thought I was deaf when i got out in the open...

However, I had fun nevertheless and for 2009... Who knows if I could get hitched with someone... and yes, I promise to be more commited to write!

Into the West

I somehow feel afresh after a good nights rest. My previous nights have been filled with little rest and much of Lord of The Rings since the week started. The Young KL Singers debuted on one of Malaysia's most prestigious platform, along with the Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra in A lovely hall in KLCC...

It was a great experience since not any Tom, Dick and Harry (unless you are Harry Connick Jr) who can carry a tune or two is allowed to stand on that stage and performed. Twas a lovely opportunity yet the musical score is one i have never encountered with countless transitions that got me counting on my very toes. Yet, as mum says, I have been complaining over and over this performance, ranting and squealing at the same time, I loved this performance. it brings out the better man in me as now I have seen more and learned more...

Enough of that sappy stuff... I am not going all philosophical and sentimental over my last days with the choir...

We have to now start on the topic of cute guys in the orchestra...
3 caught my eyes though there are more, i have to just talk about 3...

A violinist, a trumpeter and a percussionist...

All so cute yet, I found out that the violinist has a girlfriend since his violin case has a picture of a gurl...

Later, I saw the trumpeter's left hand shimmering and lo and behold, a band of gold on his fourth finger...

Lastly, my favourite, the only guy who wished me good morning on the first day I stepped into the hall, the percussionist who looked all so my type... Yet, he is, according to some hopefully unreliable sources, to be straight as well...
sobs...

And that triggered my PMSes again as I kinda feel a surge of loneliness... Seeing Aaron having a new gf is not helping with him texting her every moment of the day...
I suppose I am longing for my void to be filled...
and is wondering when his endless plea for a man would end...

ahhh... for those who couldn't make it for the performance though...
here is a song dedicated to you guys...

Lay down,
your sweet and weary head.
Night is falling.
You have come to journey’s end.

Sleep now, and dream
of the ones who came before.
They are calling,
from across a distant shore.

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see.
All of your fears will pass away.
Safe in my arms,
you’re only sleeping.

What can you see,
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea,
a pale moon rises.
The ships have come,
to carry you home.

And all will turn,
to silver glass.
A light on the water.
All souls pass.

Hope fades,
Into the world of night.
Through shadows falling,
Out of memory and time.

Don’t say,
We have come now to the end.
White shores are calling.
You and I will meet again.
And you’ll be here in my arms,
Just sleeping.

What can you see,
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea,
a pale moon rises.
The ships have come,
to carry you home.

And all will turn,
to silver glass.
A light on the water.
Grey ships pass
Into the West.