THE CALL...

Yesterday, I received a call which had not number listed on my cell phone. Before I picked up the call, my mind was racing to figure out who it could be. Usually, when the number is "withheld" it means, that it’s either an overseas call, or someone had a private line.

I figured it could be my FH calling from Sydney or maybe Wes calling from San Francisco and then again, could be "A" my Thai friend from Bangkok. Or it could be some tall dark and handsome stranger who might just happen to get my number from someone and then, trying to call me...hmmm, yeah, right, fat hopes!


Anyway, I answered the call and from the other end, it was a lady's voice. She spoke in Mandarin and this was how our conversation started. ** translated from Mandarin**

Lady: Can you speak Mandarin?

Me: No, I cannot.

Lady: Oh, Maybe if I speak slowly?

Me: Did I not tell you I can't speak Mandarin?

Lady: Never mind, allow me to talk to you about something which will bring you much prosperity...

At that instance, I just hung up the phone. Heavens to Betsy (borrowed from a popular cartoon character) imagine me getting such calls? How did they actually obtain my number? From the instance the lady spoke to me, I knew that she was from China. There was this slight slang and twang in her expression that gave her identity away. You can tell if she is a local or mainland China person.

What type of scheme are they propagating here? I mean, who on earth will actually fall for their prey? Greed? I guess so, since humans are greedy themselves. Try to entice a 5 year old and you will find that its actually in-born! Could any doctors out there try to find a link to this type of gene? Or if you present this to the religious cohorts, they will tell you that this is part and parcel of our sinful character.

Actually this is not the first time I have received such a call before. Couple of months before, I did receive a call and this time it was an Indonesian man talking about me winning something in AF (Akademi Fantasia). Before he could even say anything, I shot back at him and told him, I'm not a fan and have not watched an episodes of it and neither will I want to believe him, for I have read the papers, you nincompoop! Instead, I even challenged him to give me his name, ID or anything to associate him to this contest. The guy got terrified and hung up his call...and I was amazed at my Indonesian slang. All those years of watching Indonesian movies and dramas worked out.

Anyway, for such things to work on the PLU community, they should first do some studies. Firstly, the person they are calling, try to establish their gender preferences. Secondly, get a very seductive voice to talk to the intended 'victim'. Thirdly, sound so convincing that the other party has no choice but to give in, and even if the other party does not buy into this, well, try or hit another target.

would u reject my call....?

Just imagine, if such a scheme was being used against the PLU community, heaven knows, how many of the gullible ones will succumb to it?

Hmm, I wonder..any partners in crime wanna join forces with me? (evil laughter...)

i'm going to call you later...fall for my scheme k?

BEAUTY WITHOUT BRAINS?

This is totally funny...makes the saying beauty without brains so true. Listen carefully to what Ms. Teen of South Carolina has to say.

The question posed to her was that a fifth of Americans cannot locate the USA in the map. She was asked what should be done to rectify this problem.

Her answer towards this, well, just typical Blonde answer....by the way, can I recruit her to be my Fag Hag? I would like such as, totally like hang out with her... hahaha

SHITTY STREAMYX!!

Shit!!! It takes ages to log into Streamyx these days. Even if it says you are logged in, you are still not able to browse through...thus, what I have been facing these few days.

All in all, I have been having problems accessing the Internet and though I use the mighty broadband, more likely it broad beans to me! Trying to get to the helpline...1-300-889515 will take you to a series of voice overs.

After which, you will still need to wait for another 15-20 minutes before an 'agent' picks up your call. Trust me, I have been doing this for the past few days and I have already memorized by heart the number to dial and also the numbers to dial to reach them. Upon hearing a voice, you promptly tell them your account number and then, will ask you what's wrong.

Ok, I have done the troubleshoot like plugging in and out of the Internet lines, or checking the IP Address or even some asking me to restart my laptop; but to no avail. All these fruitless actions do not serve a purpose for me. I do not blame the person on the other line because he / she is trying to figure out their best how to resolve my problem but after so many consecutive days, I face the same problem, don't ask me to repeat steps 1 - 10, ya.

So this evening, before I could even say Hallelujah, the same problem occurred and me being pissed off, called them up and waited like another 20 minutes before finally an agent picks up my call.

Agent : Good Evening, Hafiz speaking, how may I help you?

CG : My system's hung up again (but in no relations to Madonna's hung up).

Agent : Can you please give me your log in or account number?

CG : Okay, here it is....(mumbles off the account number)

Agent : Allow me to confirm your cell phone number...(and spouts out it out mechanically)

CG : Yup, that is correct. Listen, I do not mean to be rude, but I have been calling since the past few days, and I'm sure you will all know that I'm that bitchy person who have been calling and repeating the same problem. Not wanting to sound like an idiot, can you please tell me what is the fucking problem that I'm facing?

Agent : Classic case of system hung, sir.

CG : Again? Look, can you advice me how to avoid this? I don't want to call you guys all the time and waste my time confessing about the same problem (at first, I thought maybe Streamyx is trying to curb my usage, no thanks to my addiction for downloading so much porn..ooopss!!)

Agent : Nah, its not your problem, our main line here has been unstable for the past few days. You are not the only one facing this problem.

From that sentence, I felt in a way vindicated. It wasn't my problem of downloading or even my modem problem but Telecoms that has it fair share of problem. Phew, but then again, my thoughts coming back, how can they inconvenient us by this way? I mean, will all the monopoly that they enjoy and also announcing to the whole world that they have made so much money (taxing from us) since last year, how can such problems exist? Doesn't make sense to me or unless someones not doing their job properly in maintenance of the system? Like they say, pay peanuts and you get baboons...or sorry, monkeys!

Well, for now, the line seems stable, but what about tomorrow? I'm not sure...lets see how long this connection will last me..if not, I will personally take some drastic action, after all, I'm a good paymaster (to the point that I pay even before it is due).

wonder if my streamyx will be normal tomorrow...?

A NIGHT WITH THE PIGS

As it is CK's birthday tomorrow, we decided to have an early celebration for him. As he wanted something special yet something very oriental and knowing how he loves his meat, we brought him to this place called ELCERDO located at Changkat Bukit Bintang, same row as Frangipani. The restaurant is tastefully decorated & the ambience is pretty relaxing but one thing's for sure, one cannot help to notice is how porky the pig, is being honored all around the place...from vases to wall pictures, you name it, it has a piece of it either showcased or hung on the wall. I believe that's their theme.

So we decided to get him his porky pork...suckling pig, well not a whole lot of it but just half of it to be shared. The skin texture was crispy, and the meat tender and best of it all, it was not as fatty as the last time I had. Usually, I will scrap off the fats but this time, I didn't need to do it as it was minimal.

Before they actually serve you the meat, the whole body is brought out. The Caucasian owner will demonstrate that the pig is so tender and crispy that using a plate, one can even cut it into pieces, not really small ones, but just enough to show that one can do it without using a knife.

After porky has been literally bruised and cut to pieces, the plate that is used, will then be smashed. This is in line to bring good luck to the those who will devour that poor porky. One little porky came into this world only to face the fate of being sacrificed to this bunch of hungry carnivorous beings....anyway, it was the birthday boy's wish, so we had to respect his wishes, no?



Overall, the evening was good and there were many eye candies abound in that restaurant. I wanted to take a picture of him with his girlfriend, but due to the dimness of that place and if I were to use the flash, I think it will not work. Even CK commented that Mr. Gleaming Smile (which I had named him) was very good looking, good enough to devour there and then...woah, hold on there CK, after all, his girlfriend is next to him.

Wine cooler with Chinese Tea

The Appetizer (smoked salmon with honey dew melon)

Little porky who sacrificed its life for us...

The side dishes (garden salad & charcoal baked potatos)

Little porky after being chopped up

“Hot & Cold” a sinful combination of Hot Mixed Berries and Red Wine on Vanilla Ice Cream

THE DEVIL IN ME

Did you get caught in a traffic jam the past few days when you wanted to get anywhere especially travelling in the city? Well, I did, and coupled with the sudden downpour at the late evening, the whole roads in KL suddenly looked like a huge parking lot.

Drivers trying to manoeuvre their machines from one end to the other and at the same time totally disregarding the traffic lights and rules? Like a Singaporean buddy of mine who likes to compare our traffic jam with Thailand, he praised us for being organized but he christened it as organized chaos!

Yes, I was caught in the jam the past few days and suddenly all my mood just changed from good to bad. Like the novella, Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, I assumed that role immediately when I take to the wheels. I get impatient and despite me taking breathing lessons during such ordeals, I still get mad when someone does not observe proper etiquette and cut in the lines!

Or the take instance of someone cutting into my lane abruptly without even giving an indicator to do so...but mostly when I'm assuming the evil role, I believe all sense of normalcy in me, suddenly takes a nose dive and I become intolerant.

I realized that I tend not to give way even when the other driver has politely indicated their intentions to go into my lane, NO NO NO, that will not do, I will move my vehicle much closer to the one in front and let them move only after I have done so.

Gosh, what is happening to me? I never used to be like that. When I used to drive, I have been very courteous on the roads. I give way to other vehicles who may want to cut into my lane, and usually am tolerant to drivers who drive like 50kph on the fast lane...I mean, I will just not bother.

Lately, maybe, due to a lack of intolerant behavior, I have been bad and just not give way. I will be a menace like the others on the road. Total disregard of the traffic rules, I find that the road system in Malaysia is totally in disarray, simply because drivers like me are on the road.

Is there no salvation for me? Is there a way to redeem all this bad habits that I have been taking into account? Why the push to selfishness when I can be generous? What has become of me? I mean, for heaven's sake, I don't even drive a big huge car to terrorize others, mine is a small car for that matter. Yet, I still act as if I have this huge ego that will not want to put my human nature down!

But at times, I do know that what I have done is wrong and try to make amends, but the fact lies in the others who will then try to ignite that flaming passion in me (not for love or desire to be good) to get even!! I don't even understand what makes me go this way, only that instinctively, I'm suppose to be on time, and also be sure that I do not let other's wait. (for the information of others, I usually plan my journey but upon reaching a certain stretch of road which normally will take about 10 minutes to reach, on a crazy day, it will take an hour...if you were in my shoes, how would u feel?)

Fuck...I totally need to relax myself and get away from all this tensed up, stressed up society...far away from all this madness, into a quiet and serene atmosphere...anyway, this is my confession for the week. Forgive me for I have sinned...or get the heck out of my way!

u got a problem with my driving?

THE MOST PATHETIC DOG...

woof woof, i'm doing the thinking here...

Today, my Japanese President gave us a little token. As you can see, it’s a thinking dog.

In his email to all of the staff, he said that the thinking dog is our parent company’s mascot to enable all staff to think ahead and to create better value both in our work and also towards customers.

When I looked at it, I nearly ended laughing to my tears rolled out! I mean, guys, can a better looking dog be presented to us rather than this horrendous looking creature?

Not sure what will come out later…but rather than give us this token, better to give us some bonus instead than spend all this unnecessary money, yes?

I mean with the additional cash, I will think hard baby, and also think of other things like how to spend my money with some short holidays over the fence…maybe soak in Krabi in Thailand, perhaps?

oops...salah parking!!

NICKNAMES

my nickname is Bulging Bruno...

What is in a nickname? I’m not very sure how this practice of giving people nicknames came about. Perhaps it’s a generation from generation kind of pass me down traditions? I’m not sure. But one things for sure, I have been tagged with many nicknames before. Some nice, some well, let’s just say, its best to imagine it in your mind. To me, I really do not care what kind of nicknames is given to me, its part of our lives to go through all this, right?

As I was having a sudden nostalgia attack, my thoughts sailed me back to my school days. I guess school days are fun as we had a chance to encounter so many events in our lives, be it sad, happy or just plain boring…you name it, its all mixed up there like our Malaysian salad – Rojak!

To my best ability, I will list some names here so that in time, I can remember them when I read back what I have penned in here. The list goes like this: -

1. Primary 6 English Teacher – Mrs. J.D. Olivero (pronounced as “OH LIEW” in Cantonese means urinate)
2. Primary school Principal – Mr. Ang Chiu Pek (Botak Ang)
3. Secondary One English Teacher – Mrs Lee aka Tiger Lee (no need to explain why Tiger is used)
4. Secondary One Maths Teacher – Mrs. Loong aka Dragon Loong (again no need to explain that name)
5. Secondary One Accounts Teacher – Mrs. Koh aka Bull Dog (she really looked like one)
6. Secondary One / Two Science Teacher – Mrs Pillai aka Siamese Mangoes (because her breast was shaped like one) At that time, we usually had our science period in the labs and the boys love to sit in-front just to catch a glimpse of her breast when she bends down to look into her notes; she is also very “gatal”, always wearing some sort of low V cut blouses but I must say amongst all of the teachers, she was the one well dressed.
7. Secondary Two Maths Teacher – Mrs. Nawab aka “NOM BOAR, NOM BOAR” (that is how she pronounced the malay word numbers and she loved to stress the “R” very distinctively!)
8. Secondary Three Arts & Geography Teacher – Mrs. Mariko Tan (Jap + Chinese parentage), also taught Japanese language aka Horny Auntie; she loved to talk about sex to us and since ours was a all boys’ school, it was easy for her to tell us stories about condoms and also about having sex with prostitutes. From this, I’ve always had this thinking that all Japanese people are very sexual charged people, who does not have any inhibitions to talk about it.
9. Secondary Four Maths Teacher –Ms. Mah aka Transvestite as she really looked like one. She was tall and had broad shoulders and best of all, she had hair on her legs and she I believed, never practiced shaving them.
10. Secondary Four / Five Add. Maths Teacher & Form Teacher – Mrs. Wee aka Bugs Bunny. She has this rabbit’s tooth that protrudes out in front. (Wonders how her husband feels when she decides to give a blowjob to him?)
11. Secondary Four-Chemistry Teacher – Mrs. Maria Chin aka Fat Ass (she really did have a very big behind, one can recognize her from afar).
12. Secondary Four / Five Physics Teacher – Mrs. Juliet Tan aka grizzly bear (nope, she did not look big like one but her hair was always fizzy and thus we christened her with that grizzly name)
13. Secondary Four / Five BM Teacher – Mrs. Fatimah aka Spunky Mama (she was short but had this spunky attitude). She was one of the teachers we could bully by demanding not to have so many homework.
14. Secondary Four / Five Geography Teacher – Mrs. Goh aka Crazy Bitch. She was our school’s discipline teacher too and she was so crazy that, she used to walk around carrying a pair of scissors and if she sees any guy’s whose hair was longer that the length allowed, she would creep up very quietly from behind and snip them off even if the class was in session.
These are just some of the nicknames I can remember. I believe that there were many but due to the age factor, I have already forgotten them.

Digressing a bit from what I’m talking here, my school had many stories too. Like the toilet downstairs, which actually has shower stalls, are permanently sealed off with big pad locks. Story goes that one our senior batch committed suicide in one of the stalls. As such, the school decided to seal off that part of the showering facility in our school because rumors has it that there can be heard cries and laughter after 7 pm every evening.

Those days, our “jaga” or guard used to stay in the premises of the school too. His whole family will be cramped into this little dwelling and he used to scare us boys that such a thing did happen. When it came to patrolling, most of us (perfects) dreaded to guard that particular staircase (for evening shift) leading to the shower stalls. As school promptly ended at 6.30pm during my time, it will already get dark by the time the last student leaves and from my own experience, I had this feeling of cold whenever I stand near it. No need to feel that coldness around that time, there was once, around 2pm, I actually walked down to that staircase and reached the underground level, and suddenly, my surrounding turned very cold, like entering a cold room. I dashed out immediately.

Then there was the boy who jerked off during one of the replacement periods in class. The Muslim boys were having their test and the rest of the boys were placed in one of the classes during their revisions. The replacement teacher was sitting in front marking some papers and there was a group of boys who would like to gather in one corner of the class –usually at the back.

Among them was this intellectually challenged boy who was made to masturbate in class. I believe the story goes like this. They challenged him to do something for them, as they wanted to see and this boy, feeling obligated to show off, did just like what his peers told him. As you know when boys gather and excitement abounds, noise is definitely going to come out. When that happened, the teacher who had heard the hubbub looked up and walked over. Before anything could be wiped off, the evidence and the semi hard penis was hanging out from the boy’s pants. He was immediately taken to the Principal’s office. The next semester after our break, he was expelled from our school.

These and many more are what I had encountered in my school days. It was nevertheless fun, as I managed to soak in the process of what we call as growing up.

school days were fun...

HEY THERE DELILAH...

I found this song very haunting...not in the spooky sense of it but rather it's more towards the beautiful lyrics that goes with it. When I first heard of it, I was like totally fell in love with it. There's also a hint of sadness that tags with it; it basically talks about unrequited love...hence, its very nice, so guys, enjoy this piece while I think of my next updates to write in here.

Lyrics:-

Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true

Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This ones for you

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.

LIAR LIAR DICK ON FIRE - PART TWO

Need to think a good plan...

That evening, Wes and me just sat down looking at each other. For a full 20 minutes, we were avoided eye contact but then, after a while, we decided that something must be done to “teach” Loser a lesson.

In our scheming minds, we both proposed to each other so many plans to get back at Loser. But, the problem was, how and to what extend would be do it? I know that some people will just accept the fact that we can just get along and pretend that nothing had happened.

Or we can come up with a proposal to share Loser but nah, this would only boost his ego and we decided not to allow more of this to go through. Another idea that came up was to get someone to bash him up, but the thought of getting our hands soiled by venturing to such a level, didn’t make sense (although, evil as I am, I would have contemplated this move).

But, we thought long and hard and then decided to come up with an ultimatum plan. That is to surprise him and then confront him with it. Now, the thing was, how was this going to take place? How will this plan be executed? In all honesty, we decided it was payback time and the plan we finally adopted was to just let him know that Wes and me were seeing each other.

So, the grandeur of all plans began to take place almost immediately when Loser came home. It was usual; he would date me out, take me out for dinners (make him pay), and tell him I need a new pair of shirt or shoes or even perfume (make him pay by giving an excuse that I’m a bit short at the moment) and then movies (make him pay too). In addition to all this action plan at my side, Wes too will stick to this. It was fun seeing how he is going to suffer from his two lovers here by paying for it.

When it came to the point where he wanted to get intimate, yes, get intimate by only kissing and nothing more. Or, what we did was get him all hyped up but when it was time for him to literally “take action”, we will come up with an excuse like we have this or that to resolve or some important stuff that we will bring up just to scoot off being caught in the embrace of Loser.

Apart from that, we decided to secretly text each other and act as we were seeing someone else. Loser will ask who we are text-ing or who is on the other line, and our standard reply would be “a friend”. Of course, the other person on the other line was none other Wes.
Soon, Loser became restless and as he could not get sex from either of us, he began to show his traumatic colors. He would change from a docile character to a brutish one in a manner of switch. I believe that he was getting sick of our charades and of course, at our end, we too were getting a tad exhausted by it.

So the finale of all things, we decided to make sure that Loser catches us. We concocted a plan to purposely allow Loser to catch Wes and me in bed. The plan went like this. As Wes was staying on his own in his condo somewhere in Mont Kiara, we decided that this travesty had to end.

Loser was called up to Wes’s condo one Sunday evening. The point of the meet up was to reconcile with Loser and then after that to have hot steamy sex! Loser upon hearing that accepted that invitation and sped over to Wes’s place. However, Wes had specific instructions for Loser to do before he can come to Wes’s bedroom. The plan called for Loser to open the door himself (it will not be locked), undress himself at the living room and walk into Wes’ bedroom.

So, our Loser did just that. He is the type who will use his dick to think rather than his head. As he came inside, he noticed that the house was dimly lit. Except for the table lamp, nothing was switched on. He came in, locked the door and then proceeds to undress himself (thinking maybe Wes was playing some new games with him).

Take off your clothes as you enter in...

After taking off his clothes, he was now stark naked and continued walking to Wes’s bedroom. As he held on to the knob of the bedroom door, he must have been thinking what a lucky guy he was to finally have sex. Unlocking the door, he walked in, and the minute he did that, there was flash of lights and suddenly the lights were turned on, and what greeted him was not Wes lying on the bed naked, ready for his butt action, but rather motley of people (his friends who were duped to believe that it was his birthday) standing there and instead of saying happy birthday to him, was like aghast in seeing Loser naked.

Right at that moment, both Wes and I, both had arms around each other looked at Loser and told him that was for being a two-timer. Immediately, Loser just ran out of the room and got his clothes and hid himself at one corner of the house and quickly dressed himself. But, for Wes and I, it was the sweetest revenge we incurred on him and to prove of our achievement, we still kept that picture of him, with his eyes bewildered, standing naked with a limply dick. I guess that night; all kind of excitement he had conjured to making his dick hard came to a crashing finish. It was aptly put, dick put on fire and doused off with such shame!

Wes and I did ponder what actually became of Loser, but last heard, he is still stalking the dark corners of any saunas to pounce on and relish on his sexual appetite. But, the look at his face and the face of his friends to see him naked was priceless...it was our sweet revenge in getting back at him!

Don't mess around with us...

LIAR LIAR DICK ON FIRE - PART ONE

Recently, I have been keeping in touch with a friend of mine who has since moved to the States for greener pastures. He is not exactly a close friend of mine but the circumstances how I got to know him had a storyline behind it. Let's name my friend Wes.

Wes and I have been dating the same guy, some years back. How we found out about this was also quite superb. Let's name this guy I dated, Loser. Now, Loser has been two timing us behind our backs and have been all lovely cuddly towards the both of us. I must admit Loser had a skill of how not to mix his time and also ensured that we both did not clash onto the timings when he met us.

I would describe Loser as a charming and yet skillful talker. He really made you feel good and wanted when you were with him. He had the ability to show his tender side and also give his all when he is with you. Not only was he good at sweet talking, he possessed an enduring personality or rather charismatic way of handling a person. So much so, even dirt can become gold, was the way he could turn around things.

Hence, I was very much attracted to him and he naturally knew how to turn all the buttons on me. However, all this skillful acting have to end, for one day, out of the blue, I happened to click on this guy on the chat channel. My intention was to ease my boredom and wanted to test the channel if there were any worthy decent guy out there for a normal chat...and I happened to click on Wes.


Wes and me both got along well very well. We were like chatting as if we were old friends, and it was weird 'cause I don't usually am so chatty myself. But, with Wes, it was totally different. And after our 3rd chat on the phone, we decided to meet up and both of us knew that the other was already attached, and our meeting was just to get to know each other as friends.



It was one of those Saturday evenings when Loser was out of town for his business trip and I decided to call Wes out. So happened, Wes's other half was also out of town and then we jokingly said that truly the heavens have given us a chance to meet up. I think we did dinner and then had coffee at one of the hotels in KL. We decided to end the evening talking about anything under the moon.



After many rounds of coffee (tea for me), we decided to talk about the guy we were dating. Wes started off his and along the way, I noticed that the guy he was talking about seemed to resembled someone I know. But, to me, I thought maybe its just a coincidence, nothing to worry about. As Wes went on and on about the things that his other half would do, I had this uncanny feeling that he was talking about Loser.


So, I began to end all of Wes's sentence and Wes looked at me amazed. He had this enquiring look as how the hell did I know all the things that I was talking about? After a few minutes, I asked Wes, if his other half had a phone number? Of course he had and the next thing we were doing, punching in the address book and like hitting the jackpot of the century, it all pointed to Loser!


For a minute or so, we didn't know whether to cry, shout, fight or just walk off, but like cool normal human beings like us, we took the sane way. Like the song by Shakira & Beyonce, "Beautiful Liar", that song really played so real for both of us. As I remembered, Wes was the one who sounded his anguish that all this while, we were both sharing a Loser. I too was perplexed but then later, after much composure, I decided that we should do something about it...

I hate liars...

TEAM BUILDING WITH A HINT OF SCEPTICISIM...

what a bunch of hypocrites...!

I actually just came home from a Department outing in Allson Klana (Seremban). It was held on Friday evening and we made our trip there on a very early Saturday morning to that hotel.

The theme of the workshop was to train us to work together as one unit blah blah blah and the core of it all was to incorporate games into it.

So happily this large group that consists of at least 40 over people (from the ages of 24 to 50) were to camp at that resort hotel for one day and it will be packed with heaps of activities.

From repelling to flying foxes, and from Amazing Race to team building spirit courses, we had to do all that. And in my team, I had me and another guy, the rest were ladies.

One was on medical advice not to exercise (she's fat and seriously folks, she resembles Jabba the Hutt), two had allergies to the sun and the rest ladies who were best working at their nails rather than running up and down or even doing any rock climbing!

The other guy and me looked at each other and I commented to him that looks like we will have to do all the jobs ourselves! Indeed we did, it was tiring, running around, getting the clues and trying to figure out where the hell the things were kept. Too many voices giving out instructions, too many opinions, and in the end, we were like a lost bunch.

It was disheartening, as the leader of the group was Jabba and she only was good at dishing out instructions and made us feel like we had to do all the hard work while she just sat there. Look if you think I'm having a bad attitude towards her, yes, I do confess but not as bad as some of the others in our group.

They sort of felt sorry but hey, being sorry will not win the competition, its the grit and the show of team work that will help us sail through....right? Well, looked like we were losing, and yes we were actually last, until the last game today, Amazing race.

We had to find clues and take pictures of it and then run back to give out our findings. I told the other guy colleague that we will do our best, in better, to gain all the points but I know that its kinda futile but then again, without a fight, how can one just throw in the towel and concede defeat?

Nope, that was not my style, in fact, I went all out for the last points and did manage to get all the things I wanted, and hey, not too bad, at the last count, we did make good. Our group came out 3rd, no prizes for us but at least not being 4th which is the last, and I found out that the group that came out last was already throwing in the towel even before they wanted to give a good fight!

Ah well, but one thing that I learned from here is, well, you sure get ass-holes everywhere, and its only YOU, and yourself to make sure that things go on the way they should...


Arggh...my whole body hurts like shit...and my eyes are not even responding to my command to open...

8 FACTS ABOUT ME.

facts of about me...

Thanks to Calvin who had tagged me about 8 things about me, now I have to reveal more stuff about myself. Basically, I’m a shy person, nothing ordinary about myself, just an average Joe out there who seeks to enjoy the finer things in life and at times, in the pursuit of happiness, joy and well, wealth if can!

I actually have more things to add on, but since the number 8 was given and it was the 8th yesterday, I wondered if this had to do with some Chinese superstition about the “fatt” number? Ok here goes: -

Fact # 1

I owed my existence in this world if not for the demise of my elder sister who passed away from cancer. She had to give her life away so that I can be born into this world. The existing family consists of 1 girl & 2 guys, and my dad, understandably favored girls that he wanted another one to replace the one that had passed on.

They did get a child but not a girl but a boy yet in many ways, still part of the twilight side. It was a half-half, so I guess it’s a pretty good trade-off for my parents but of course they would not know about this. (or maybe my mom knows but does not talk about it)

Fact # 2

When I was in primary & secondary school, I joined the scout’s movement and was pretty much active doing outdoor activities. There was an outing, if I remembered was when I was in Sec 2.

It was an annual camping trip involving the seniors and juniors of our school during one of the school holidays. Not very sure where we went to, but all I know it was a big affair and we had to be dressed immaculately in our uniform. All the drill marches we had so tiredly practiced were perfected out at the place we congregated.

As usual, when it came to such outdoor activity, we had to sleep in camps and where there are boys and camps, there are bound to be little touching going here and there. I remembered waking up in the middle of the night and we went to “sabo” (sabotage) our fellow scouts.

What we did was, first, very carefully take off their shorts & underwear and then squeeze toothpaste onto their dicks. Believe me, the sensational feeling of having your dicks covered in toothpaste is something you would not want to have (as I have had a similar experience before). But, for me, it was the thrill of actually seeing all of the boy’s jewels!

Fact # 3
I had my first taste of a blowjob when I was merely at a tender age of 15. He was 18 and lived two houses away from me. A guy whom I really liked, tall and also cute, he gave me tuition for mathematics (I was really weak in that subject).

So for two afternoons, I will go to his place after lunch and then he will coach me on the subject for like an hour or sometimes even longer. His parents were always away and left to our devices of being in a house alone and the fact that I was already beginning to explore my own sexuality, any hints of sexual sense will trigger me instantly!

There was one afternoon, after finishing my usual trigonometry, he shoved me a copy of a porn magazine. I was like surprised and then, looking at it, it was a straight magazine. I could tell the couple doing it and how one of the pictures showed this girl giving a blowjob to the other guy.

An erection soon triggered not because of the boobs but because of the guy’s splendid dicks. I guess my 18-year-old guy noticed it and soon, asked me if I wanted to feel how it felt like to have someone sucking?

I distinctively remembered swallowing my own saliva as I was nervous and then I just said yes, how could I feel it? (Perhaps he will tell me go find a prostitute to do it?) He said he could do it for me but it will be our only secret and no one was to know about it. Of course I agreed to it, he was the guy I liked and fancied, so if someone dished out something as nice as this, won’t you take it?

Ok, I’m a slut but then again, don’t’ blame me, ‘cause I was still young and vulnerable. I needed to feel what its like to have an orgasmic feeling. All I can say he was very experienced and I know that from that day, it was not only once but several times of “BJs”.

my first sexual experience...

Fact # 4

I used to be very mischievous when growing up. I remembered the times, I went around my neighborhood with my friends and we will target houses with rambutan or mango trees. We will hit these houses as we know that the occupants are usually not in and thus, we will have a fun time just helping ourselves to the fruits there.

When I was 5, I remembered going to this neighbor’s place to play. They had a backyard and in that backyard, there was a rambutan & guava tree. In that rambutan tree, they had built a tree house on top of one of the branches and it was sort of our little playhouse.

However, there was a day when I was so careless, I fell down from that playhouse and only suffered minor bruises on my knees? I still have the scars to prove it but the fact was, it was like a height of two stories, and the fact that I only sustained a minor injury baffled my parents to this day. As for me, I still remember vividly the fall and how I actually used my hands and arms to block the impact and the only sustained injury happened at my legs.

Fact # 5

My favorite dish varies but I have been faithful to one particular dish…Assam Laksa. I do not know how I fell in love with this dish but whenever my mom cooks this, I can have it for lunch, dinner, supper and if there is still some left, I can have it the next day too.

When I went to Penang for a holiday, I liked this dish so much; I had it every day and almost every hour if I could. To my friends, they told that I had gone cuckoo.
Fact # 6

I’m very particular about cleanliness and neatness. It must be when I was growing up in Singapore with my maternal granny. Another thing you need to know about my family is that we have both Malaysian and Singapore bloodlines. Hence, every school holiday, I will be in Singapore staying with my maternal granny and I have to say that I have been influenced by her regimented lifestyle of cleanliness and neatness.

As I did my A-levels in Singapore, it was natural for me to stay with her, hence, day in day out, I will be subjected to her ways and so much so, I was like doing it unconditionally i.e. cleaning and arranging stuff in order.

Till this day, I can never stand a house, which is dusty or unkempt. I guess its part of my indoctrination by my ever efficient maternal “poh poh”. She was one heck of a lady who knew how to keep a place clean and neat. Her level of cleanliness is very high and I believe that no one can match her.

Just take a look at her flat in downtown Redhill. From the time you enter her place until you step into the kitchen, everything has its place. A vase or two will be stationed at strategic areas and the place will be devoid of dust. Her clothes are neatly arranged in the cupboards, the magazines / papers are neatly stacked at the intended place, the chairs are positioned at a level for her to sit comfortably…in short, its very comfy to stay in my granny’s place.

Until today, I have learnt not only to display this action in my house but also at my work. I work very systematically, and all my files and needed information are stored in an organized way. In short, that programming from “poh poh” has indeed followed me until my adulthood.

Fact # 7

I dated a girl! Yes, it happened when I was in Junior College way back in Singapore. At that time, I was at CJC (Catholic JC) and I fell for this Singaporean girl, called Irene. She was the sort of spunky girl, very humorous and also very sexy.
We were in the same class at that time, and I had to adjust studying in Singapore as my whole education life was in KL. I was nervous but I did make a few friends and one of them was this out spoken girl, Irene. Irene was the sort of girl that would make you feel instantly at ease. She is not the pretentious type and very down to earth, rare for a true blood Singaporean.

When she found out that we were lab partners and also the fact that I was from KL, she asked me a lot of things about my life and why I ended down in Singapore? I told her life in KL was fun, how I miss my friends and how I do not know why on earth my parents sent me Singapore to study. I told her about my misery of not knowing anyone and having any friends except my cousins.

She then quickly introduced me to her friends and soon, my circle of friends grew. It was also there that I met my boy-friend, what an irony yes?
Well, I was confused about my sexuality that time, so I began to explore the other side of life. It was fun knowing girls and from there, I found out that I tended to be more compassionate towards their course rather than my own. I was a good listener to Irene and would feel genuinely for her. The love I had for her was platonic in nature, and the only kiss I gave her landed on her cheeks.

Soon, Irene found out about my true calling and she instead encouraged me rather than putting a damper on me. My 1st bf was her close friend as well, and I guess thanks to her, I got to know what LOVE was about. She was and is still my best Fag Hag.

Fact # 8

I hardly throw things away. Yes, I’m the sort of sentimental kind of person. Imagine my stuff way back from childhood …the number of presents or gifts I have received; be it mementoes or even letters or cards, yes I have them all! I’m not sure why but I feel a sense of ‘déjà vu’ when I read a card or letter. It brings back memories. (I have stuff kept safely in my boxes way back to when I was in primary school)

When I look at the photos that I have in my album and if it concerns school, I will just imagine the fun that I enjoyed. It was so innocent and yet it was full of treasures of the mind. I still have my school badges from the time I was a perfect, a librarian and also the chief-in-editor of the school magazine. I looked at the school magazines that I had kept all these years and the kind of messages that friends have written for me.

It was like only yesterday that all this happy moments happened and truly, whenever I’m down and out, I will look back and think of the wonderful things that have had happened in my life.

I’m not perfect but I guess that someone up there truly cares for me and have given me such high, low, sweet & sour tokens to take along this road of life.

That’s why, whenever I tend to complain, I will think and keep on counting my blessings and that will perk up a little smile, a light or a crack of joy in my heart!

Calvin – once again, thanks for the tagging, I hope that by reading all this, you guys will understand a bit more of my complex behavior. (Actually, as I look at it, there are more memes to spill out, but then again, perhaps keep it for another day!)

I'm moving on now but sentimentality is very much me...

CHAKRI THAI FOOD- RATING

I'm going to review a bit of the food that I had the other weekend at KLCC's Chakri Palace, a supposedly Thai restaurant but to me, well its far off from what I use to have in Bangkok. But then again, like what they say, if you have an appetite like a King but the spending power of a pauper, then the next best thing will have to do.

The ratings I have given is from 1 - 5, 5 being the best. So, if any of you guys / gals were to hang out in KLCC and suddenly, you have this pangs for Thai food, then perhaps you might want to consider your options?

Starters were Tom Yum Seafood
Rating: 3
Reason: too much squid, two pieces of prawns, soup was bland compared to the real stuff back in Thailand.

Som Tam ( Papaya Salad)
Rating : 3
Reason: the spiciness was there but it fared very bland as compared to what I have tasted before; even the street vendors in Bangkok can whip up a mean ST !

Steamed Fish with sour & spicy sauce
Rating : 4
Reason : the fish was pleasantly fresh, the sauce complemented it very well and I'm fussy with fish as I don't like the smell, so this one turned out very well!

Four Angled Bean with sambal sauce
Rating : 2
Reason: very Malaysian in style and taste, and for your information, Thais eat their 4 angle beans raw!

Roasted duck Thai style
Rating : 2
Reason : come to PJ's Sunrise duck restaurant can fight this one anytime!

Mango dessert
Rating : 4
Reason : it was the most decent send off for a meal that did not turn up to my expectations; note the white silvery stuff, its like coconut but very silky and smooth, and goes well with the mango!

Ambience's scores a 4

Overall, it was expensive and I don't mind paying for food but this was not to my expectation. I guess most Thai establishments in KL have watered down their taste to suit more towards Malaysian taste bud. I guess the only true Thai authentic food can be found in Thailand, meaning to say, have to fly up north some time...

can i take u out for dinner...?

AWESOME MONDAY!

my new ZARA shirt...

new pair of Nike shoes & socks...

Today is supposed to be a Monday blues kinda of day, right? Ha ha ha (evil laughter) not for me, for I was on my annual leave. Well, kinda had to clear my leave 'cos I still have about 15.5 days for year 2006 and if I do not take them, it will be forfeited.



So, at this moment, since I do not have any plans for a long vacation, I will be taking days off in every of the month and will do what I will like even though it might be boring to do it alone, but then, again, at times, it does bring me solace as being alone can be therapeutic too.


What did I do today? Well, first, woke up and went to the gym for my PT at 9am! Yes, going to the gym on a holiday? People will just tell me to sleep more but no, I think I want to do something very extra-ordinary!


I was having all these kind of nightmares that I might not be able to carry my program with my instructor as I know that hour is usually not reserved for working out but I managed to overcome it. It was good, and I must say that working out in the early part of the mornings is really good. I felt so refreshed and after my shower, I was like preparing to take on the world!


After gym, I had a light breakfast, then, proceeded to MidValley for some recreation. My intention was to watch the movie Simpsons (since none of my friends want to accompany me to watch it) and then just window shop.


But, I did more than window shop. I bought myself a pair of Nike x-training shoes. It was on offer for 50%. After deduction, I had to pay RM 169 for it, not bad eh for a pair of Nikes? In addition to that, I also added in two pairs of socks...


Then, I went to Zara to see if there is anything I can get from there. I saw this pair of shirt and I went to try it. After trying it, I liked the material and the comfort it gave me, so I decided to buy it even though it was not on offer. I wanted to walk more but then the movie starts at 1.15pm, guess that really stopped me from creating more damage to to my wallet.


After the movie, came home, had a nap and now Blogging this. I'm going on leave again this 15th, maybe I will do something slightly different this time...till then, wait for my updates ya!

maybe i will do the beach...?

OF VICES AND HIGHLANDS...

Genting...city of entertainment & gambling?

Phew! What an interesting weekend again for me...

I had dinner with Flirty Whore last evening and our initial plans was to just maybe catch a movie. We went to this chinese restaurant in Mid-Valley and finding our way there was like quite near impossible with the volume of traffic trying to meander to its parking lots? After a futile 20 minutes waiting just to get into the parking lots, we did manage to find one and then made our way to the restaurant.

After dinner, FW wanted to have his hair cut (it looks out of place) and I wanted to just window shop and perhaps want to get a new pair of sneakers? As the timing for our actions were already 9-ish, FW did not get to have his hair corrected and I did not see any pair of good sneakers that caught my attention, we decided to go to GSC to see if any tickets are available.

Upon reaching there, we were told that most of the seats were very right up in front and the reserved seats were not taken up, hence, it was a catch 22. Neither here nor there, FW came out with an interesting option, how about going up to Genting Highlands?

When FW brings that up, almost immediately it will strike up the notion of gambling. I protested that I was NOT properly dressed and he offered to fetch me home and get my stuff and then head up on to GH.

And before I could say jumping jellybeans, we were on the highway leading to GH. Traffice was kinda busy at that hour too, I was amazed, perhaps some gamblers like us also took this opportunity to go up?

Anyway, reaching up there was a breeze, not so cold as I wanted it to be but still better than our humid KL / PJ weather. Upon reaching up there, horrors to horrors, parking was a hassle. Oh, no, MidValley all over again!

the parking was all full...

Getting into the parking lots was easy but to find one was so like finding a pin in a hay stack! Finally after countless of rounds and also near misses of coming out of the parking lot and nearly heading towards to the road back to KL, we did manage to park in First World Hotel. It was not entirerly easy but after several turnings, we did manage to find one. I wanted to tell FW that maybe its a sign that we should nto have come to GH at all, but FW did not want to think of it and wanted to actually gamble! (now I know where my gambling traits have derived from)

The first thing we headed to was the casino and after several rounds, I went to the slot machines and only place RM50. Whether I won or not, I will not budge from that amount, but in the end I was not so lucky. I guess, when I don't have the mood, I don't win anything?

On the other hand, FW was quite lucky, he was looking around and suddenly I found him stationed at the black-jack table. He obviously had a good night, from a bet of RM100, he won RM 1300 in just an hour. I was amazed, in that short time earning so much, well thats gambling for you.

You lose some and you win some...I guess. But to FW, it was a good night, and despite the many setbacks that occurred along the way like finding a place to park, maybe, this was the way it showed that perserverance will ultimately triumphed if you put your mind into it...but not in this sense of gambling, ok, 'cause I do not want to be promoting this vice in any way!

RM1300 in just one hour...?

TALES OF A SUGAR BOY (PART TWO)

As Continued from my previous posting, here is the second part of Sugar Daddies.

Case # 2
I’ve known Facial Kenny (FK) for some time now. Not exactly very long but still we managed to talk about things in common and he being my facial therapist, we have enjoyed conversations about people in our community when I’m having my facial (yes, I’m vain, so sue me)


FK has just turned 27 this year. As he is tall, he is eligible to enter into the modeling world and has entered in Mr. Liquid contest before but did not manage to win the first prize. Getting a consolation is already good enough and he has appeared in several modeling shows locally and also some abroad.

So, I don’t think I will describe how he looks like but he is very tall, being almost 7 feet, I feel like a dwarf standing next to him. He also goes to the same gym as I do and we do workout together at times; taught me a lot on how to handle some of the machines and also the proper usage of the free weights.

Now, FK has an admiration for older guys. I sense that maybe because of the lack of fatherly figure in their lives, these guys who go for older guys usually seek some comfort in them or maybe older guys are known to be experienced in bed? (Nope, I don’t think this will be true, suffice to say, its case-to-case basis)

FK has dated several older guys before and all of it did not turn out the way he liked. Confessed FK, he is a bit independent and does not like to be dominated by his partner; FK faces a problem of having to submit to that level.

Such as this case, FK has gone in and out of several relationships and at one time became a WLJ (WU LE JING) meaning a vixen. How this little title derived is from the fact that the guy he dated is actually already in a relationship. Yes, FK is the third party in this scenario, enjoying the pleasures of the other company but have no intention of actually settling down with that guy.

Apart from all this, one day, FK met a very interesting overseas guy. This guy is about 15 years his senior and is currently based in Zurich while his nationality is German. Their seemingly innocent little chat began to blossom even further.

Soon, the foreign guy was making calls and this developed even further to scheduled meetings over the net. Thanks to the advancement of webcast cam, they were able to meet each other over MSN on a regular basis.

Sugar Daddy candidate # 1

When the time to meet was initiated, the foreign guy flew in from Zurich specifically to meet up FK. FK told me that he was a total gentleman, treated FK with so much of respect and made him feel so special, which then initiated FK to developed even further in this relationship.

To reward FK, the foreign guy bought tickets for FK to fly over to Switzerland since FK said he has not been to Europe before. From there, he ventured to Austria and Germany. And this is not the only trip, for earlier this year, he flew off to Paris and also Milan. In this month itself, FK who will be celebrating his birthday, his foreign boy friend, has planned trips for him to Hong Kong, Taiwan and the Philippines.

Before the year ends, FK will be going to Frankfurt and from there possibly London and also maybe New York (depending if he gets a visa). In addition to this, his foreign boy friend also gives him an allowance amounting to One Thousand Euros (1 Euro = RM 4.79).

However, FK did tell me that even though his boy friend gives him such money, he has not used it to date. Instead he has placed it in fixed deposits and some of it, he has invested in FOREX. FK would use his own money instead from doing facials and some side business that he has ventured into.

Looking into these 2 seemingly same characters, I find that FK is the more successful than GG. Both are in the same age bracket but in terms of thinking and maturity, FK is more triumphant in his life at the moment. I sense that FK has though long and hard about his future and has decided to do something positive about it.

However, the bad side about having an older boyfriend is the insecurity feeling that the other party will feel. I guess its true, since one party is young and the other older, the latter one will definitely feel that the younger one will always want to look for other source of escapes.

Sugar Daddy candidate #2

Besides, being in two total different cultures, the foreign guy might also think that all Asians take the opportunity to get to know foreigners like them just so that they can get a green card to escape the harsh realities of living in Malaysia? I’m just guessing about all of this but I did have a brief spell with a Canadian guy before many years ago.

I was 28 then and he was 29, not much of difference so I will not consider him to be my sugar daddy. Never had special treatment from him except that he called me more than I did, and we usually catch each other over MSN.

Because of the time difference, we had this difficulty to communicate on a regular basis. It was only during weekends that I managed to handle him but then again, long distance relationships never did work for me. So, it ended like in two months but before that ended, my Canadian guy (based in Vancouver) did tell me that his friends did tell him to beware of Asian guys as we were all branded as opportunists. I told him yes its true in a certain way but I’m not exactly that way. I told him that even though I was Asian, my outlook is Asian but my thoughts are very much westernized. So, I told him its alright, I fully understand what he thinks of me and besides, I too had difficulty in handling a long distance relationship.

In many ways, when I look at FK, I am happy for him. Very soon, I believe he will be planning to immigrate to Europe and will be a full time housewife but before that happens, I believe that he needs to build up heaps of reserves first as a back up, what happens if things don’t work? In a strange land, no friends, no relatives, whom will he turn to?

Not bad eh, my life?

I advised him to weigh the pros and cons about doing such a thing but if its what he has decided, then go ahead, I told him. One should never let go off such golden opportunities and furthermore, I have a place to stay when I do make a trip to Europe.

In the meantime, I told FK, go with the flow and cherish the moments of being with this guy. We may never know what the future holds...

TALES OF A SUGAR BOY (PART ONE)

do u want me as your sugar daddy....?

Since I have been talking about getting rich, perhaps its best I come to this topic about sugar daddies.

What or who is eligible to be a sugar daddy? The role definitely falls upon a person who is older, loaded with cash or asset and is definitely able to splurge on younger boys. I believe that such a definition is what most of us will have of them.

How many of us have sugar daddies? I have none, as I do not fall to that category of being a kept boy. But, I know friends who had been kept boys before and they have related to me stories about themselves and their sugar daddies. And these are their stories: -

Case # 1

Gorgeous Gregory (GG) had just turned 18 and was hanging around the mall one day. GG is the typical boy-ish type of guy you will encounter with their spiky and well-groomed hair. Dressed in his typical teenager outfits, one look you will note that he is your typical next-door boy.

He was sitting down at one of the open spaces just to relax and suddenly out of nowhere, a guy sat next to him.

Describing this guy who look like he is into his mid 40-s, looks a bit stout but as he was tall, it was sort of complemented his size. He was well dressed in his executive outfit and his hair was well combed to reflect the “karipap” hairstyle (you know the sort of like Superman’s hairstyle). He smelled good and was immaculate in his outlook.

The guy opened his mouth and introduced himself to GG and asked what GG was doing in the mall. He began to ask a series of questions to ‘fish’ out more information from GG.

GG was at first apprehended by the approach but soon found that this soon to be Sugar Daddy to be a nice guy and quite gentlemanly in his approach. Sensing nothing wrong, GG began to open up a conversation with him. He found SD to be a nice guy, very fatherly in this approach and also at the same time, seem to be very knowledgeable.

GG likes guys who are mature and also well dressed. Hence, their little chat soon turned to dinners and the next thing, it was going out on regular dates. Soon, GG began to fall for him not so much as a lover but more likely as someone he could turn to for advices or even a mature sense of conversation.

SD was very encouraging towards GG, always telling him to focus on his studies and if GG wanted anything, SD will provide the cash for him. Soon, GG began to spend his weekends at SD’s love shack located somewhere in the up-market residential area of Bangsar. Their love-making turned very successful as SD who was much older and more experienced, knew how to turn on GG. Hence, there were no qualms in the department of sex.

Soon, GG was receiving monthly allowances of about RM 1000.00 and to a student that was a lot. He began to indulge himself into branded stuff and soon, trips were being made. He traveled to several Asian destinations flying in first class and his SD absorbed all these expenses. (How he managed to go for all of these holidays, well, GG lied to his parents saying he was going on school trips!)

But, like all good things, this will come to an end. Soon, the SD was beginning to suspect GG was playing behind his back. GG had developed a habit of smoking and also interacting with guys from the Internet. GG began to have fun with other guys behind the SD’s back.

Tender moments turned to ghastly moments when arguments abounded. It was not a pretty sight and soon, SD gave an ultimatum to GG, either reforms his ways or risk being cut-off completely in this relationship.

GG realized that he was losing a gold mine here so, he begged for forgiveness and asked that he be given another chance. GG did get his chance and things turned out well for a few months only and soon, the bad habits began to re-surface.

find me a sugar daddy please?

At that time, GG was already enrolled in a local college preparing for his Australian degree program. GG was becoming more arrogant and thinking that he might be able to catch himself of another SD, he began looking for one. He frequented clubs and pubs to source out for his next victim.

He did meet up a few and soon, it turns out that the highest bidder would get GG’s full attention and body. As expected, he broke off with his current SD and followed another man. Sad to say, GG’s focus now was totally in disarray. He lost focus on his studies, was immersed into materialistic things and even to the fact that, he was indulging in many vices that seem only to harm himself.

This went for a few years and finally at his ripe age of 25, he began to lose his shine to others cuter and boy-ish in the market. GG looks back to his yesteryears with full regret and acknowledged that his first SD was the best person who treated him with respect and taught him a lot of things. Sad to say, he did not comprehend the full meaning of love at that point of time.

Today, as I look at GG, I noticed that he is still living in his dreams. I’m sad that he has come to a point that he looks nothing more than to have fun all the time and all the years of good life has made him even more lofty in his ideas (never in tune with reality). He speaks with no substance in himself and at many times, has been ridiculed by my other friends. However, I do feel a soft spot for him but then again, if he does not wake up from his dreams and stop having too much high expectations, maybe, just maybe, his life would be better?

Case # 2… continues in my next blog.