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And He goes to...

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 20:08:00 +0000

I keep telling myself every night to study but I end up in front of the PC or in bed snoozing... But out of my many discoveries, I found this on Ohlala where it is one of the few films in the running for the title "Best Animated Short Film" in the 2010 Oscars.

Do check them out especially the first one, directed by Antonio Banderas.

* “The Cat Piano,” Eddie White and Ari Gibson, directors (The People’s Republic of Animation)

* “French Roast,” Fabrice O. Joubert, director (Pumpkin Factory/Bibo Films)

* “Granny O’Grimm’s Sleeping Beauty,” Nicky Phelan, director, and Darragh O’Connell, producer (Brown Bag Films)

* “The Kinematograph,” Tomek Baginski, director-producer (Platige Image)

This one I can't get the movie but the trailer only!!!

* “The Lady and the Reaper (La Dama y la Muerte),” Javier Recio Gracia, director (Kandor Graphics and Green Moon)

This is Directed by Antonio Banderas...

* “Logorama,” Nicolas Schmerkin, producer (Autour de Minuit)

This is Hilarious....

* “A Matter of Loaf and Death,” Nick Park, director (Aardman Animations Ltd.)

It's Wallace and Gromit but unfortunately... it's a Trailer...

* “Partly Cloudy,” Peter Sohn, director (Pixar Animation Studios)

This is the mini movie before Up! I love Pixar!!!

* “Runaway,” Cordell Barker, director (National Film Board of Canada)

Teaser again...sheesh...

* “Variete,” Roelof van den Bergh, director (il Luster Productions)

Just the teaser found...

Well, we have always been so focused on the actor and the actresses and the directors and I think it is fun for once to check out which one of these will win. I kinda like Pixar's "Partly Cloudy" and I think the clip directed by Antonio Banderas is quite poignant but well, let's check out who will bring home the golden statuette.

Taste of the Forbidden Fruit

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 19:24:00 +0000

John saw this video on Youtube and asked me to watch it. It poses much concern that we, Asian men, face as we live our challenging lives as gay men. The video place Asian men in the light of being in someway prejudiced by how the gay society views us as and what struggles we share. While it is comforting that what they go through are issues I am very much akin to, there are things mentioned that kept me pondering, rather, worried.

Unashamed, John and I are separated by a big age gap. We fit into what is known as the whole 'Sugar Daddy meet Toy Boy' mold perfectly. We sat in Starbucks just the other sharing our views and concerns, figuring out if we fit each other while fearing if this is some sick relationship that spun out of the fact that we are just like what was mentioned in the video.

However, we do come to the conclusion that we don't fall into the whole mature men preying on the young and defenseless. Heck, bashfully I must admit that I was the predator and not the prey when it came to how we met. If I was into money, I doubt I would be jealous about other boys and I doubt I would be in for the trouble of driving to his house to surprise him with birthday parties and stuff and buying him very expensive (to my standards) christmas presents. While I honestly believe the same applies to him as he has been very affectionate and he does put up a lot for me, pouring out not just money but time and patience knowing the Drama Mama in me.

Like any couple, we must remind ourselves we are different from that stereo-typical couple though the question that prevails continue to plague us... "Could two seemingly different people, in terms of finances, age and ethnicity could genuinely be attracted to the other person... or is he attracted to his contradictions?"

It is a journey we are embarking on but I strongly believe it is to the former, not the latter. Alas, only destiny holds the key to that of what we think, or assume as our lil conundrum.

Monogamy Sucks

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 10:09:00 +0000

It does... doesn't it?

As many may (or may not) agree, gay relationships are like the special Olympics. You have a different set of rules, different game players and the standards are lowered and you are left with a penumbra, a void in which have a few loose ends that gives you room for your personal discretion.

Stepping into our 7 month relationship, I wonder if we and John are cut out to be the golden couple. Dating someone who is a lil more mature and has financial stability (the sort where even your folks can't compete), good looks and charm that gets all the Asian boys falling from trees, it is tough not to have your fingers gripping when you are not around him.

Just the other day, we went for a stroll in KLCC and he decided to go into Body Shop and lo and behold, stood Jojo, an all chinese boy with the typical 'I-have-an-ass-for-you' smile and his hungry (bottom) eyes, putting out the strong vibe at John. John, of course, just kept it cool but as we left the place, he turned back and gleamed when he realised the guy looked at him longingly... Later, we went into Hugo Boss and yes, his lil old tart, some guy he once fancied was there and as usual tried to sell him something. Friends told me he was merely selling him an item for the commision but come on, you can tell he was not only aiming for his back pocket but in the meantime hit the zipper as well right?

Don't get me wrong. I am not placing the blame on him. John has been the sweetest boyfried and I sincerely believe that he is not one of 'those' guys who would opt for an open relationship but the question lies on the fact whether are all men, just men? Are all men subjected to their raging testosterone that incapacitates them to hold it in? And the pressing question is...are all men born to be unable to stay monogamous? Monogamy... is it worth the holding in?

I am not changing my views that I want to have a monogamous relationship but in a gay relationship, being monogamous is a challenge in itself. Society has termed it to a sense where straight = monogamous and gay=polygamy. It is not unheard of the term open relationship but do such relationships really do exist? It is a struggle to keep sane at times wondering if a temptress (or in our context a tempter-ess) would one day stroll into our lives and separate us. However, isn't that the same as well for straight couples? Don't we all at the end of the day struggle the same thing?

For me, after John and I talked about it, we did come to a conclusion that relationships are built on trust. Easier said than done, trust encompasses faith, which in the bible did describe as 'believing in something you don't see' but I have to add in the fact too that faith IS believing in something we DO see. We see it in the acts and conducts but the tough part is in the absence of something that we can use as collateral to trust, we lose faith. So trust... to have faith or not, that is the question?

I am faithful!!!

Or am I not?

Choices?

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 04:58:00 +0000

It is interesting how some people really think that being gay is a choice. It is interesting that people think we can grow out of it like some sort of addiction or some bad habit we could kick off. Being gay is not like going through puberty and it sometimes agitates me that the people closest to you cannot understand nor comprehend what I have been through albeit being with you through out your life.

It was just a lazy Monday afternoon in which was a public holiday and my mum and I with a few other family members went out for a late lunch. As usual, we would be chatting and the topic of an old bar counter being transferred to my house rendered me to comment that it should only be shifted into the house when I move out. From there, we started to debate about me moving out and why they think I shouldn't.

The debate went into a debacle and soon I was saying I want my own space to do what I want to do not being subjected to my family being present and there it sparked my mum's rage to say "You just want to move out so that you can do those disgusting things you do. I am giving you a few years to mature and change but don't you know what you are doing is bad and you must understand you are chinese and being the eldest son, you have responsibilities"

I can't help but wonder what has all this being the merits of me not moving out. Does she really think that one could conform into being not gay due to maturity? Is it just an issue of being childish in wanting to be subjected to the very natural sexual desires I have.

The interesting part was she said they placed so much hopes into me and that they have high expectations. But the question remains... is being gay equivalent to not having a good job, not having a normal life or rather a quality life as the chinese would demand. And what is so different about being gay? We eat the same food, go to malls and shop, wear male garments (except we have better fashion sense) and we do everything a male, and in some cases, some alpha males do. The only difference is in the inside, just the sexual desire of wanting a man, instead of a woman.

If I may put it as so, it is almost like having a PC and a Mac. No difference being both are computers but the internal hard drive and the way the software work differs. It doesn't mean that if it does not run Windows it is bad. It is all about embracing the Mac's way and you will see it is not that different after all... We still need to recharge and reboot. We can still upload and download. The only difference is that it runs on a different software (or hardware)

Things will cool down eventually but I hope my mother sees that its not about not mentioning things and the fact that we are going to keep everything under rug swept and it will remain that way. It is sad that she cannot accept this but which mother could? I envy those friends who have mother's who could accept them with open arms but as for mine, I still love her. Just takes a while for her to love me, being who I am....

And now I long to belt out I am what I am... from La Cage Aux Folles...

*********************

On a separate note, I realised too that despite my mother being so discouraging, my relationship has also been experiencing some shake ups. John (my BF, lets not call him Donnie Love anymore...He doesn't like it!) and I had a row due to me being very unreasonable on two separate occasions. I can be ultra melodramatic being the drama king (some say queen) in me. But he did the most romantic thing... it was when I walked away he grabbed me and hugged me on the main road where our lil argument had been and he didn't let me go... Yes yes, very much of the type you see in Hong Kong Tele-series where at that moment they play music that seemed like there is hope for the two main cast to reunite... well, it was about there and of course then there were some hot make up after...

I love you my Jonjon... from your wongwong...

Yes... Thats what we call ourselves... Don't be Jealous... Humphh....

...and people... Remember to stock up yeah!!!

And just after 10 months...

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 08:32:00 +0000

It has been the longest time since I have an urge to blog. To begin with, after my last post, I didn't know why I blogged and more importantly... who for? I realised at that time I was merely blogging as it was the latest gay fad in town. No doubt, I have met many wonderful friends along the journey and picked up some life lessons about people, the good, the bad and the ugly.

Today, as innocently as I received a mail on facebook that calls for the need to read a blog, I saw my blog being tagged and it has been 10 months since I last blogged. So I decided its time to pay my blog a lil visit. How I laughed at all that I have written in a short span of a year. Most of it were just me ranting about how pathetic life has treated me but looking back, my last 10 months were just amazing.

Well, for one, I did what I have always wanted to do. I performed in a musical. One called Kaki Blue. Not so blue, or perhaps pretty blue, it was a musical about National Service and the best part, I got to play one of the lead role. It was exhilarating and I loved every moment of it. And around the same time, I met Donnie. Thats a pseudonym of course yet, I was told someone used to call him "Donnie Darling" which is much to my distaste. And it has lasted a beautiful 7 months this coming friday.

And of course life goes on, American Idol again and Exams yet again but I have just realised that things did change a little. I didn't grow any taller and still none the wiser but I think I have learned about myself a little bit more, to love my life a little bit more and perhaps a lil more mature than I used to be. And that is all for now...

You Wanna Talk About Consumerism With Me Bitch?

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 16:19:00 +0000

The last few days were nothing but busy for me as I unwillingly worked past the three gruelling days at the travel fair. Working at such fairs, you get to see people of all shapes and sizes, you see the cute and the very uncute guys as well as a budding trend of sugar daddies and also very gay/bi boyfriends who brought their very blur girlfriends... However, all of them have one thing in common. Since the standard of expectation by travellers from Malaysia are demandingly high and with most of them unwilling to pay even an extra single ringgit (not even dollar), there is only one word to describe them... CHEAP!

In the midst of all the visitors, we find an alarming growth of people who, are capable of displaying disturbing behaviour during the purchase...

Specimen 1.
Stats: good looking, 6 foot guy with braces. Brought extremely ugly girlfriend (Yes, I exaggerated but if I were straight I wouldn't have dated her as well!)

S1: How mush is the price to Taipei?
Eve (Our staff): RMXXX
S1: How come this price? Can reduce?
Eve: Its promo price (such a dimwit)
S1:Ok I cum bek!

(Moments later)

S1: How much to Taipei?
Amie (Another staff): RMXXY
S1:Why different?
Just now is RMXXX now RM XXY?

(argue, argue, argue.... Until aunt came to handle him)

S1: How come prices are so different? You quote me twice and different price?
Aunt: No... The taxes for air tickets fluctuate based on currency... Eve quoted you based on yesterday's tax price while Amie checked the most recent...

(Then made big hoo-haa about us not being professional and all...)

A: We all make mistakes, we can't be going round updating it every moment of the day now can we? It is stated that airport taxes are subjected to change. When we issue the ticket is when we can give you the actual price to pay. The ticket fare however remains the same.
S1: No la... I think you all are cheaters...

(sheepishly he asks...)

S1: So is it because of colour?
Aunt: Sir, are you discriminating? (This dimwit is Chinese and so are all who is involved)
S1: Nola, just joking (at this point GF is glaring at him...)
Aunt: But I like it, you see, we all make mistakes... We are not perfect, we try to make up for our inadequacy but at the end, we just wanna have a chance to change things and make it right. We quoted you one price but we always rectify when we check with the system. At the fair with the crowd asking at random, we must find a quick way of disseminating information. You will get the actual price at the end when you place a booking...
(Shied into his seat)

Oh, and you wanna know how much the difference between RMXXX and RMXXY?

RM3.00

Specimen 2
Stats: Mid 40s. Woman. Ugly as hell and has the worst hairstyle! Brought son (I damn kesian him for having this mother

S2: Ok. Now i want to book. (All the tickets are booked and as I was about to collect payment from her...) eh, I wanna see your terms and conditions first! (Reads the terms...Crazy? I don't think crazy fits but manic... probably)

She finally paid but
S2: I wanna see your credit card machine! (WTF? You think I have some gadget to cheat her off her money is it
After the transaction
S2: Got free gift?
Me: Yes, you can visit the tourism board of XXX to collect your free travel bag.

5 Minutes later...

S2: No more bags... They ran out of stock... (And what you want me to do?)
Me: Sorry, but we can't do anything
S2: Your company give me travel bag la...
Me: Our company don't give out travel bags. If you are not satisfied, you can complain to the tourism board.
S2: But I bought the tour from you... you must give me...Its not fair... (What you thinking woman...)
Me: But it is while stocks last madam.
S2: I want to cancel. I don't want to go.
Me: All for the fact that there is no free gift?
S2: You cheated me.
Me: (Pissed and damn stern) Please watch what you are saying here. I didn't cheat you. The bags ran out and this applies to everyone who bought a tour to XXX. You came here to buy a tour... (Not to get free gift!)
(Son pulls her off and apologised...)

At 9pm, she called me on my cell...
S2: I want to cancel my tour. I want my money back.
Me: Can. But your deposit will be forfeited.
S2: How can... I didn't travel and it's only a few hours (She thinks got time limit to cancel)
Me: Once I made your booking, the airlines receives it and would block your seat already. Once they confirmed your seat just now, they will charge no matter what.
S2: I call the Consumer court, they say can...
Me: Trust me Madam, we have so many cases there and most of it, we won, stop wasting time.
S2: How can... I don't care... I don't want to travel.
Me: But when you made your booking, you even read the terms and conditions and signed the form...
S2: I don't wanna argue anymore...

Such a bitch I tell you... These people are those who are making this business to be so "Cheap"!

Huh... Can't wait till the day I don't have to help out anymore... Argghhhh....

If I Was a Superstar...

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 03:31:00 +0000

Yeah yeah... Who said it's original but I did it anyway!

To bring to life what might have become if I was in a rock band (Hahaha...) all you have to do is...
1 - Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random”
or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to Quotations Page and select "random quotations"
or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”
or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 - Use Photoshop, GIMP, Inkscape, or similar to put it all together.

And viola...

Columbia Hills presents... "Vigorous Writing is Concise"

Will it go platinum?

And the Top 12... Opps13 is...

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Fri, 06 Mar 2009 11:07:00 +0000

With a lil twist towards the end, we now have 13 contestants for the very first time on American Idol! The lucky 4 who made it pass Wildcard was Jasmine, Matt, Megan and Anoop. I wanted Ricky and/or Jesse instead of Jasmine but pahh...she wont last.

American Idol... Lack of Talent or Lack of Spark?

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Fri, 06 Mar 2009 09:00:00 +0000

I have been a fan of American Idol since Starworld brought it in when it launched Season 3 and Is wore to myself I would join it (someday) but the selection of talent this year, as compared to the last has mellowed down. We don't see the fierce competition like last year and talents from the semifinals are picking the wrong songs all the time to the point where it is so easy to guess as to who will secure the 3 spots into the finals each week.

I cannot deny some of them are really talented but unlike Season 7, you could even recall someone from semifinals... (yes, he has tight pants...) but the thing is, I don't only watch out for talents, I also check out the cuties and yes, one has already gotten into the finals. I must add however, the good looking boys have all evaded the competition this year. None has Michael Johns charm nor David Archuleta's cutie pie look... Performance wise, no one has moments in the competition like Latoya London or Clay Aiken or even David Archuleta (Yes, I still hearts him)

However, I was glad that the judges picked a really talented bunch of guys and gals for the wildcard show and I hope they pull through!

Presenting the wildcards...

Jesse Langseth (Love her reindition of Bette Davis Eyes and her bluesy voice)

Jasmine Murray

Anoop Desai

Ricky Braddy (So cute and he likes tight pants...yummy)

Tatiane Nicole Del Toro (Drama Mama)

Von Smith (He sings a bit like me you know?...Hahahahaha)

Megan Joy Corkrey (Love her)

Matt Giraud (Hope he gets in cos he has a really blue voice that I like!)

I really hope Matt, Megan and Ricky gets it cos I really think they make great competition... ok Ricky (Cos I have a week or two more to lust over him) but I think Anoop and Jesse are really great talents too... while Von, I might think he makes a good finalist too!

And the finalists thus far...

Alexis Grace

Danny Gokey

Michael Sarver

Kris Allen

Allison Iraheta

Adam Lambert (Love this guy... great voice, kinda cute and from "Wicked")

Lil Rounds (What a name?)

Jorge Nuñez

Scott MacIntyre

The Curious Case of Going For Benjamin Button Alone!

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Thu, 05 Mar 2009 11:48:00 +0000

Yes, sad I know but what can I do on a weekday, it is not like everyone is as free as I am.
I have wanted to watch it since it came out but never gotten the chance so as I recalled and decided to watch it today, I asked a few close friends but none seemed to be able to go or they have watched it so I picked up my beans and went for it. (Though it must be noted that this is not my first time watching a movie alone so no biggie...sobs...sobs...)

So I ended up in cinema 17 alone with popcorn on one hand and a cup of coke in the other, strolling in alone while other movie goers stared attentively.(I believe some are whispering "eh not bad looking but why come alone one?") But who cares, I came for one person, Benjamin (Yeah right! Brad bitch)

The movie as expected was a fairly good movie and it jerked a few teardrops out of me (not like the lady behind me who had her pipes turned on full blast!) but I love the story that tells you that life is a journey with two ends, and what does it matter which end does it start from because our lives would peak at the same time but when it ends, we end up in diapers anyway, as Cate Blanchett says. I felt inspired each time I watch movies like that. they teach you that love is unconditional. Love is unselfish and love can be unending... But lets not get all mushy here...

I am particularly impressed with the make-up (no wonder the Academy Award for that) where Brad looks really old and even Tilda Swinton who played Elizabeth Abbott, her make up looks pretty convincing not to mention Cate Blanchett's ultra superb make up when she was putting on her clothes when she met Brad again when she had a teenage daughter.

Favourite scene? Must be the part when Brad looked into the mirror and told Cate he wants to remember how they looked liek together... How hopelessly romantic I am right? I know...

Though it got a lil draggy in parts but when Brad turned into the dashing 40+ man, gosh, I think everyone must have gotten a hard-on seeing how delish he could still be!

He is supposed to be mine bitch!

Oh and before I forget...

... Goodnight Brad

...Goodnight People!!!

The Last Day of the Month

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 16:20:00 +0000

It's a lovely Saturday I must say as I am glad it happened the way it did. Today was initially planned with a morning visit to Pusat Penjagaan Kanak-Kanak Cacat Taman Megah with some friends then meet up this guy for coffee (apparently he finds me hot) and the final performance at Bangsar Actor's Studio. Thats it...

But what turned out to be was so much more different from what I have in mind...

So what happened was that I woke up kinda early in preparation for my visit to the Children's home but my mum and I chatted a lil more that I have turned up late to the station where I am supposed to meet my friends. I rushed and I reached a half an hour later. Since the journey to Kelana Jaya from Pasar Seni would take half an hour or so, I chatted with my friends about my performance at BSC and as I was talking on and on... An sms arrived where my friend who was supposed to come watch me perform that night got into an accident in the bathroom where he fainted and hit his head. Needless to say, he won't be coming so with the two free illusive tickets, I offered to my friends who were with me at that time. They were still unsure as they were thinking about going or not...

Leaving that for continuation later, we arrived at the home and what was set before us were children all with different sort of diseases and conditions that has garnered them the name Cacat (Handicapped) ranging from babies to adults. The home has around less than a 100 occupants and all have either cerebal palsy or down syndrome or blinded since birth and such.

A few of them actually came to my college last year and they recalled my name as well. I met a few new ones as well. One that caught my attention was a boy who was tied to a baby car seat. He could only reach out his hand and pulled me to sit with him. He couldn't communicate but all he wants is me to pat his head or place my palm on his ear. I have no idea what he wants but I would think that all he wants is just a touch from someone and that made me think. How can parents abandon their children there just like that. I am not judging and I admit that if ever I have a child like that, I am clueless if I may do the same thing but all I am saying that if I could feel for them, why can't their parents. What I keep wondering is what goes through the mind of all these children. They are clueless about the world but do they actually know what is going on outside but just that their soul could not communicate to the world at large?

So after the trip, we left for college and I have not heard from my supposed date. I suppose he lost interest in me since I sounded pushy all morning for a confirmation. Well, I couldn't be too bothered so I called up my best friend, Angel and we went out for coffee and we ended up with a good time chatting with each other. I was rather thankful that I did not meet the guy instead I got to chat (not gossip) with Angel about plans of travelling together and about musicals and stuff we love.

We left Mid Valley and my friends called me up and said that they wanted to come to watch the show after all but with two tickets, it meant that I could accomodate 2 person but they told me a6 of them would be coming. I ended up getting 1 extra ticket and the rest of them had to sit on the stairs (since that is the normal style in Actor's Studio). I was glad the girls (all 6 of them from college) came as for a few of them, this is the first time they entered a theater and they laughed their way through the comedy and enjoyed the other performances. They were glad they came too they witnessed Actor's Studio Bangsar's very last performance.

Talking about performance, we gave our very best with our last show and when we sang our last song, What I did For Love, most of us could not hold the tears in our eyes as we realised it was our last time on that very stage and that left the crowd in tears as well.

Gone... Love is never gone...

I ended my day with friends for supper and I thought to myself, so many things did not materialise but better things came a long. Is this God's way of telling me that when things didn't happen the way I planned it, is it really for the better?

PS: I also knocked into SAM, AJ and NICK... coincidence????

Oh, and some pictures I took from our performance... as well as others la!

Posing Before Show

Douglas Lim

The Three Bujang Lapoks from my choir...

Lee Swee Keong

Sutra Dancers...

Joe Hasham and Faridah Merican... the ones who started it all!

Sick Sick Sick

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Tue, 24 Feb 2009 10:11:00 +0000

Well, twas the season to NOT be Merry but rather be sorry cos most of us are falling sick. With extreme heat and rain out of a sudden, most of us are left with sniffling noses and phlegmie throats... I was down with fever on my birthday and after a week, I am still recovering from that ordeal... And to top it off, my internet connections have been at it's worst and I have to quickly blog before the line dies again! (Fingers crossed)

Anyhow, as the month draws to a close, somewhere called Actor's Studio in Bangsar Shopping Centre is drawing it's curtain as well... Yes, after 8 years since they shifted from their previous premise at Dataran Merdeka, they are now closing down... for good. It is pretty sad since i first performed with the Young KL Singers there and now they are gone! But fret not as the old will go and the new, is assured to come!

A new premise is being built as we speak and the secret location will be announced soon.

As Actor's Studio closes, we the Young KL Singers are also taking the opportunity to perform for the Closing Gala where we will be singing a few song's from our previous productions like Music Brings Us Together and Kenangan Lagenda as well as our very own, Walk With Me, We are also singing from the musical, A Corus Line, What I Did For Love.

Here is to Actor's Studio, We Love You, We Miss You!

What I Did For Love - Mary J. Blige

Kiss today goodbye,
The sweetness and the sorrow.
Wish me luck, the same to you.
But I can't regret
What I did for love, what I did for love.

Look my eyes are dry.
The gift was ours to borrow.
It's as if we always knew,
And I won't forget what I did for love,
What I did for love.

Gone,
Love is never gone.
As we travel on,
Love's what we'll remember.

Kiss today goodbye,
And point me t'ward tomorrow.
We did what we had to do.
Won't forget, can't regret
What I did for
Love
What I did for
Love

What I did for...
Love
Love is never gone
As we travel one
Love's what we'll remember

Kiss today goodbye.
And point me t'ward tomorrow.(Point me t'ward tomorrow)
We did what we had to do.
Won't forget, can't regret
What I did for love.
What I did for love.

My date with my 8 Valentines...

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 04:39:00 +0000

Ahhh... Every year, Valentine's day comes very much as just another day in February, with no special plans and just one of those days where I felt that would not make a difference anyway. Hence, when Sam told me that he would love to have dinner with me and Ant, I agreed reluctantly as I cancelled my evening plans of going to church. Hence, after my afternoon at church I drove to Mid Valley since Sam told me that he was there since 1 or so...

Just Dinner right?

To my surprise, the day was relatively smooth in terms of parking as there was no delay in getting a parking lot as compared to the day before. (I had to be there for a birthday party at night at GSC Signature and my earlier half, just gossiping with Lady Gaga aka AJ and Sam.Drifting a lil, I was actually reluctant to come at first as I was not up to 3 guys having dinner during Valentines but I know I can't disappoint Sam so I appeared and we strolled around Mid Valley, me being as blur as always, followed him around as he told me Ant was with his mum in Mid Valley and needs to help her out with some shopping... Then Sam got a call...

Sam: What? They gave our table away???

No dinner???

And so I thought Tony Roma's was pissed at the fact that we are a threesome and not some couple who would splurge a lot that night. So I thought to myself, "Great... now what?" We ended up at Chilis and what was set before me was such a shocker... A long line of people trying to get in and I was asked to stand in line while Sam went to find Ant... A couple of minutes later, Sam told me to go in and there they were, AJ, Froggie and Dan in their stripped shirts... Then it dawned upon me, this was a surprise birthday party. I thought, "Damn... was it my previous post who sparked this like for real?" (Though Sam has expressed that he was gonna do a get together cum birthday party on the 21st)

I was speechless... I was glad that later Bong and Joshie came as well... And before long, Ant joined us... All night long, we chatted and laughed so much. It was like we have known each other for ages though Froggie was a lil under the weather and didn't contribute much but his mere presence there was enough to reaffirm me how sweet of him to leap all the way to KL from Seremban.
Froggie and Lady Gaga

A few Chilis staff later came with my Brownies topped with Ice cream and candles while the surprise came later as Bong and Joshie spoiled me to a Suchan's Tiramisu cake, my fave...

Yummy!!!

Before long, it was the presents that I was anticipating all night... Dan bought me a lovely Jackson 5 CD that has the song I audition ed for Malaysian Idol with while Ant got me pendant with an Irish symbol in overcoming obstacles... lastly, Sam and the rest bought me a lovely CD, hidden in a book called "Beyond The Age of Innocence" and beneath the CD, were 4 brand new Durex condoms... I was told to be "safe"!

As we later adjourned to Nirvana for a chat, I had not had such lovely company for such a long time. Keen Yee later joined us and I was just pleased to share company with all these lovely guys... and what better was to spend time with them than on Valentine's day...

Love you guys!

To Make You Feel My Love

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 17:07:00 +0000

I was just listening to a song I had in my Itunes playlist... and there was this song that got me into my romantic mood again... A Billy Joel song and now sung by Grammy Best New Artist, Adele. I printed the chords and started to play it on my piano. I sang it and it dawned upon me how lovely this song was talking about the simple things done just that someone could feel my love. I wonder what people will do so that someone else felt their love...more importantly, who will do that, for me?

When the rain
Is blowing in your face
And the whole world
Is on your case
I could offer you
A warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you
Haven't made
Your mind up yet
But I would never
Do you wrong
I've known it
From the moment
That we met
No doubt in my mind
Where you belong

I'd go hungry
I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling
Down the avenue
No, there's nothing
That I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging
On the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
Though winds of change
Are throwing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing
Like me yet

I could make you happy
Make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends
Of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love

Hans Christian Anderson

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 14:00:00 +0000

When I was a child, I was drowned with storybooks galore... I have the a whole collection in which is now collecting dust in a shelf hidden in my storeroom. With my very bad habit (but I think its a good one) of having books to "accompany" my toilet time, I decided to bring one of those unfinished collections in for a flip. Out of the lot, I pick out Hans Christian Andersons collection of stories which included The Little Mermaid, Thumbelina, The Lil TinSoldier and a whole lot more...

As I read through those wonderful stories, I realised they still hold some truth in the lessons that we are still learning today. Take for example, The story of the Emporer's New Clothes. The naked truth is that we believe in what others think and no matter how foolish it was, we are blinded by the fact that we believe in even a myth than trusting our own instincts. Sad but true. We listen to what seemed to be the "acceptable view" and never even question it, worried about being the "odd one out". In this case, a child asked the most simplistic question and shamed the king and his men!

How about the story of the Fir Tree where he longed to be what he heard from the sparrow and worst, he wished that he was chopped down just so that he could "experience" what other "fir trees" have. At the end of the day it was nothing to shout about rather, it hurt him so much more... We longed to be all but ourselves and we are never grateful for who we are until we experience it but too late, we've crossed the line!

Oh and my personal favourite during puberty was "The Ugly Duckling"... I wonder if I have ever turned into swan (I hope, cross me fingers)but we all judge one another by the way someone looks don't we? We talk about their apperance not knowing whats within and they turn out to be the great and amazing people...

We have heard these stories a million times and they possess beautiful messages yet, today, these are the very lessons we fail to learn! Is it just us or is it our human nature, that we never are able to learn from our mistakes? Or is our dear author so divine that he could forsee that in us? The best part, such stories speak to me so much as a gay guy and to my suprise to find Hans Anderson a Bi!

Birthday!

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 12:20:00 +0000

Well, today happens to be my birthday... Well, only according to the Chinese calender anyway. I am born on the ninth day of chinese new year back in the days but my actual birthday is not until two weeks time. What happened was, I was wondering how should I celebrate my birthday this year. Should I go out with friends and have a good time? Or should I spend it alone?

Looking back on my previous years... I have had a birthday party when I turned 21 with just family and friends having some of the best beef in shabu-shabu style! Nothing special happened though... some didn't even turn up with presents... They all think its a party only! When I turned 20 I booked a room at Redbox and paid for my friends. Guess what, I forgot to buy my own cake... and I thought they would bring one for me... How silly... The thing is, I have attended many surprise birthday parties and well, surprisingly, no one wants to plan one for me... Does this prove I do not have enough friends or rather, ones who are close enough who wants to make the only day I have the right to be happy, be happy?

Ahh... but such were the thoughts of a young teenager... now, I have outgrown it (I am old di la!!!) and I no longer long for such surprise birthday parties and stuff. Its fun I know, but the time has come that my birthday should reflect something else than just birthday cakes, presents and such...

But this remains, what should I do for my birthday?

Sex and The City?

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Mon, 02 Feb 2009 09:00:00 +0000

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...

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 04:35:00 +0000

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...

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 10:50:00 +0000

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...

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 18:43:00 +0000

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...

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 10:42:00 +0000

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!

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Sun, 28 Dec 2008 16:13:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Sat, 20 Dec 2008 02:30:00 +0000

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.

A crush on me?

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 04:13:00 +0000

Goodness...
This is such an adorable scene...

So there I was online and on Facebook when this guy whom I am not really close with suddenly added me on MSN. So we exchanged a few hellos and stuffs like that. Then he asked if I was gay and I didn't really want to come out yet as I really wanna know which culprit in our social circle told him.

Alas, I found out and So we journeyed in talking about the gay guys we know of and out of a sudden he told me I was cute... and I went... HHHhhhhmmmm.....

OK... That's odd and later he told me he liked me and I was like... Ermm.....
Mind you, I love being liked and all but I am talking about a boy who is 17 years old only. He is about to be sent to NS and I was like so flattered yet unsure where this is going...

Of course being the realistic me. I know this is so not my thing as I am in want of someone to watch over me, not me watching over him and all... He is still very much a kid to me and he was the sweetest kid in telling me things I longed to hear such a long time but from someone who just passed the age of being a minor, I have to really digest this...

Later, I found out that he has a crush on me since the first time he saw me, which was January early this year. I thought a crush is something he can forget very quickly but he said he couldn't and that he liked me still. I was getting a lil freaked out. The fact that i actually talked to him a few weeks ago made him a lil jumpy and that explain why he was blushing that day....

Gosh...
such a dilemma...
such a young kid...
such a tender heart...
such a bad me...

The L Word

noreply@blogger.com (Glog) — Sun, 07 Dec 2008 15:00:00 +0000

Lethargic? Lazy?

I have no idea but these days blogging is not on my priority list any longer as I am not sure what good it is to blog anymore. Initially it was because Joery got me into this so called "healthy" way of getting to know people who share my predicament. However, blogging has gotten me into more trouble and a lil bit more tears than expected yet, I must agree I met some lovely people and I see people online as being nothing more than human, filled with err and emotions.

I do question actually who reads my blog. I read a few when I get online and they are often filled with comments, mostly by their friends and fans alike and I must say, bloggers take time to fill their blogs with interesting posts and pictures.

Then it comes to my blog. One that is a pretty stagnant one, one that doesn't seem to be a crowd magnet and seemed to be mostly visited by yours truly.

So why do I blog again?

Don't get me wrong. This is not a pathetic plea for attention but I do wonder why I am doing this. Is it for people to get to know me? An avenue to brag? Or just because I am lifeless that I spare more time on the PC?

I really need to find a purpose in Glog...