So Gagfi, Then...

what do you think? Are we gagfi enough?

Since my internship is coming, I thought to myself that maybe I need a new formal pair of shoes. I walked myself to the nearest plaza to find a cheap yet comfortable and nice and of high-quality pair. After a lot of struggling - to buy a new boxer-with-the-hot-hunks-on-its-box- or not - I finally found myself a nice pair. To stop myself for buying unnecessary yet tempting things, I decided to go home and take some rest, instead of wandering around the mall like a crazy yet horny pig.

So I stopped an angkot (kinda like MRT, but in a messy version), and just after I sat, I found that the guy next time, who also took a look at me when I sat down, was a hottie. A hottie yet not my type, but who cares? He's with his friend, and both were wearing very formal attire. Emm.. wait a minute, is it the formal shirt that turned me on or what? Okay, anyway, not long after that, the hottie made a phone call.

And ...
and...
and.

Dear God! He's so NGONDEK!
The way he said 'hullo',
the way he said 'aduh..',
the way he complained,
the way he asked help,
the way he said 'gimana ya?'

everything.
He's so ngondek!
He's so GAGFI! Only not with 'gorgeous' for the second g, but 'GAY' for the second g.
He's NOT so HOT!
And the girl in front of me couldn't help but smile, which in turn, made me smile too.
The ex-hottie's friend noticed my smile, and I was convinced then, they're both ARE queer!

But maybe they're just straight. Maybe the ex-hottie is only a lil bit girlie, still he's very gentle, deep down inside him. Maybe he's married... but when I checked his finger, I couldnt find any ring or any signs of rings. He's not married, to a girl, at least. He's a queer. And a bottom, I bet. He screamed loudly when his top does him. I bet that.

But look at what this bitch did. Along my way home, it felt like my body was glued to him. Yet I can tell that he's not so my type. Wait a minute.

Why do i have to feel guilty? It's his fault! He's the one with glue on his shirt. Not my fault if I got trapped. Arghh..

Then do I give a real gay first impression? Am I a so-obvious-gay? Mmm...

Jealousy InMe

Does love exist?
Well, long ago - and as a matter of fact, until now - that question really is something to me. And every now and then I told myself that it does not exist. There's no such thing as love.
Yet whether I want it or not, I I see it everywhere. In the malls, cafes, cinemas, restaurants, airports, church, and the most of all, in a wedding hall. Even there's love at school. And suddenly love is just in the air. So I have to convince myself that love does exist. For me, for everyone.

The next question is, do you believe in love?
Even if it comes to you, will you have your faith in it?
There's been a myth that men - esp gay men- are not faithful. It's like the cheat has been a need tied tightly in our bone. Is that true? Well, I'd rather not say.
But let's think about it. Even if I am faithful, how can I save my relationship if my partner's cheating me all the time? It needs two to tango, doesnt it?

Maybe I am a lil bit worrying too much.
Maybe I take love too deep.
Maybe I am too naive.

Anyway,
that's why I'm jealous to people.
This X was single last year then he found his someone.
This Y told me that he's missing his someone right now, and how much he loved him.
This Z told me about his lovely boy, how beautiful his life has been since they met..
This A told me his beloved one, and his beloved one exactly is my TYPE.

Love does exist for them. And moreover, I know for sure that they will fight for it. To keep the love evergreen..

That's why I'm jealous. Yet on the other hand, I feel happy for them, too. At least they show me that love does exist. And it keeps giving me a new hope every day. A hope that I will finally find my someone too.




So, to my someone.
To our future to be...

First Thing First

Everything has its own first time.

A newly-born baby. His first word. First step.

A just-married couple.

Your first time. First kiss.

And they all are just the same beautiful! Always beautiful. Always challenging. They leave real deep prints in our heart, in our memory. Then we come to treasure every moment of it.

Well, for me, I cant say that this is my first blog, nor my first time blogging. Nor also the new me is writing something supposed to be better - or gorgeous, if you have that adjective in your mind.
Yet I can say that this is the new gagfi. And hope I can really keep it long lasting. :)

So, welcome.

with love,
reis