I was going through my past entries, and I clicked February 2005. It was my Birthday on the 17th. And I didn't realised until later that I did wrote my wish online. A recap:
I'm 22yo today. And my wish is...
1. that my team, All Stars, will be able to get enough funding to go to UK this July for the UK International Cheerleading Championships! Thanks to my sayang, and a few others we actually did went!
2. that I will be able to secure scholarship for my Degree in Mass Communiation. Sucked! I might have to enroll to UiTM, Shah Alam in Dec!
3. that I will be rich in health, love and relationship. Yes, yes, yes! Is it?
4. that I will do great at my theatre debut, Jalan Impian in July.Produced by Farah Sulaiman and Directed by Sandra Sodhy. Again sucked! My contract was terminated!
5. that I will finally get a cat of my own! Yes! Thanks to sayang again, I have a cat name Joey!
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Another Rude Awakening (continued)
So now he knows.
When I first decided to write about my personal life, without missing any bit I was making a very bold steps. And I would eventually realise that one fine day, my beloved boyfriend would know about this blog and reads all the dirty secrets. The devil me.
I've had some friends asking me how is he taking it? What do you think?
Let me put it this way, imagine you are my boyfriend and that you knew that he has an online blog where he writes about everything! So one fine day, you eventually came across the blog and found out that he has been to sauna, sleeping with any tom, dick and harry!
How would you feel?
His respond? He's a little okay with it. He knew the urge of being a young 22yo gay man living in the metropolitan city. He gave me an advise that I shouldn't be doing much, and that I would not play emotions with any other guys. Of which I am not. I'm just horny!
I know I am a terrible boyfriend at this point. I'm selfish, I'm blonde freak and I'm just plain stupid! I don't want to lose him very much, after what we have been through the past 1.5 years. He emailed me after reading this blog last night. No wonder he was not picking up my calls, and for the first time in HIS-tory he never called me at 11pm!
Note: When I am not staying over at his place, he would be calling me every
other night between 11.00 - 11.30pm and have our loverbirds chat.
This has been a regular practise since June last year. Don't ask why, but I love it.
I know he could be reading this post, or maybe not until I meet up with him again maybe tomorrow or Monday. But whatever it is, I would want to make the relationship go one notch up. I can't help saying it now, I love you Ishak!
Friday, September 02, 2005
Another Rude Awakening
Dear bloggers,
As you might notice, I have been writing sincerely on this blog. Having my life shared with others whom I might not even know where he/she is makes it an interesing affair.
My boyfriend found out about my blog yesterday. I did not purposely gave in, but it was just pure coincident. I can't hide from him forever of any of my dark secret. I guess by now he must have read all my dirty trips to the saunas, and that I am actually a sex freak!
I love you sayang. "You're still the one....." - Shania Twain
Im not giving up on this only till my last breathe.
As you might notice, I have been writing sincerely on this blog. Having my life shared with others whom I might not even know where he/she is makes it an interesing affair.
My boyfriend found out about my blog yesterday. I did not purposely gave in, but it was just pure coincident. I can't hide from him forever of any of my dark secret. I guess by now he must have read all my dirty trips to the saunas, and that I am actually a sex freak!
I love you sayang. "You're still the one....." - Shania Twain
Im not giving up on this only till my last breathe.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Say it loud, and proud, MERDEKA!
As I got back from my Melaka trip, I have no blinking idea what was to happen the eve of Merdeka. The original plan was to have a sit down dinner with 4 other friends, of which the host sms-ed me that he would be finishing rather late from work that night. Well kiss goodbye to nice dinner and chat then.
I didn't give up on hope yet, as I know when it comes to celebration, it must be celebrated maybe not with grand but perhaps a little fun. So I sms-ed a few other friends for thier plans. One was going to LQ and the other, is flexible. So I demanded for Musictheque!
I invited this one guy to join us for the eve. He agreed at first and chicken out half an hour before the meeting! Strike one!
So this close abang of mine, insist that perhaps I can just hangout with his bf's friend. I didn't mind as long I have someone to chill with and not be a lamp post. So this friend of thiers came, he was okay2. But he did not necessary had to put on his foundations right?
After the fireworks and all, we were heading to MT when out of a sudden that friend was gone out of sight. They tried to reach him on the phone, it couldn't get through. Ok, whatever.
Strike two!
At MT, I had to enjoy the night alone. I couldn't have my favorite place (the pole) because all this slutty wannabes already got hold of it tightly! Suck. So I went to the DJ consule, and got myself standing up on the speaker box. I dance all night there. The boys from Ruine and Poise were there, so thank God! We dance. I had a few eye contacts, but well nothing came up!
We finished at 5. An ex whom I have dated before was there. He was so nice, and invited me to chill at Malibu with his bf.So weird and ironic, but I'm ok. So we chatted. Until, I had this focus on one guy who wore green. I knew it, this is it the right time and not strike three! So out of the blue, I took a Starbucks voucher from my wallet wrote my number and asked this Bangla steward to pass it to him.
Of course it took him to smile first and aknowledge me presence, than that I wrote my number. I left earlier, passed by him and shook hands! He sms-ed me when I was on the way back. He was 19.
Finally, I can yell it loud and proud, "Merdeka!"
I didn't give up on hope yet, as I know when it comes to celebration, it must be celebrated maybe not with grand but perhaps a little fun. So I sms-ed a few other friends for thier plans. One was going to LQ and the other, is flexible. So I demanded for Musictheque!
I invited this one guy to join us for the eve. He agreed at first and chicken out half an hour before the meeting! Strike one!
So this close abang of mine, insist that perhaps I can just hangout with his bf's friend. I didn't mind as long I have someone to chill with and not be a lamp post. So this friend of thiers came, he was okay2. But he did not necessary had to put on his foundations right?
After the fireworks and all, we were heading to MT when out of a sudden that friend was gone out of sight. They tried to reach him on the phone, it couldn't get through. Ok, whatever.
Strike two!
At MT, I had to enjoy the night alone. I couldn't have my favorite place (the pole) because all this slutty wannabes already got hold of it tightly! Suck. So I went to the DJ consule, and got myself standing up on the speaker box. I dance all night there. The boys from Ruine and Poise were there, so thank God! We dance. I had a few eye contacts, but well nothing came up!
We finished at 5. An ex whom I have dated before was there. He was so nice, and invited me to chill at Malibu with his bf.So weird and ironic, but I'm ok. So we chatted. Until, I had this focus on one guy who wore green. I knew it, this is it the right time and not strike three! So out of the blue, I took a Starbucks voucher from my wallet wrote my number and asked this Bangla steward to pass it to him.
Of course it took him to smile first and aknowledge me presence, than that I wrote my number. I left earlier, passed by him and shook hands! He sms-ed me when I was on the way back. He was 19.
Finally, I can yell it loud and proud, "Merdeka!"
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