A little rain inside me, a little pain inside me. A little dose of mellowness to compromise the life, in a precise amount.

-Self-Quote-

Sunday, May 24, 2009

If I lay here..




He smiled at me when he saw me.
That day, was the second time we met; the first was about a month ago. I threw my gaze at somewhere else. I cant afford to see his smile. For then I would guess, what he's smiling for. And usually, that thought would end to something bad and scary.

I invited him to come to my room soon after. He sat on a chair at the corner, and I jumped in to my bed. I was getting ready to sleep when he called and said that he wanna come.

'You're getting cuter,' he said. Looking at me.
I smiled plainly. Does that matter? I thought to myself.
He asked permission to smoke. The first time he smoked, I told him I wanted him to quit. It's not healthy. He said he would try to reduce the frequency. I guess that's why he asked my permission. But I was too tired to say anything. I have chosen to observe only. He's a bit too late. I didnt want to care anymore. So I didnt say anything. He smoked.

He brushed his teeth after like 3-4 cigarettes. I didnt count. He threw himself to bed.
And hugged me from behind. I was silenced. I was like frozen.

He asked me what my answer to his question was. Not about the smoking, of course, but to something else.
I was still silenced.

There was no time when I didnt doubt him. Doubt myself. Doubt about any relationship.
I was pathetic. I knew he loved me. I knew he cared. But everytime I thought that, I also knew that he didnt love me enough. He didnt care me enough. Enough to let go all his world. All his history. All his future. Because there's always be some other things he still wanted to accomplish. To achieve. And for some of that, He would have to leave me behind. His love, his care, his feeling, was not enough to make him stay for me. Or to take me away to forever and to somewhere place where we could be together without worrying what people would say..

So, I didnt know if I loved him.
No. It's more like, I didnt know if I could love him back.

He kissed me. And the tobacco tasted bitter now.
He hugged me so tight. I knew he had his dilemma too.
And I didnt wanna be his burden.

So I didnt say anything.
I couldnt say anything.
I couldnt give him my answer.

That night, I whisper my wish. Heaven.. please grant me the stopping of the second hand of time....

Yet like a song with ending. A movie with ending. He had to go.
He said sorry. I shaked my head. There's no sorry for whatever we had.

I didnt send him away. I just lay down at my bed. Alone.
It was indeed a dark night.
I lay down.
Trying to forget the rest of the world.
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if i lay here,
if i just lay here..
Would you lie with me
and just forget the world?
Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol...

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Love, is not a medicine..




Love is not a medicine. It never is. Love doesn't cure your loneliness. Love doesnt cure your pain. For there's time when your love causes you loneliness; times when you wish he's there with you, just the two of you and you could just forget the rest of the world. But you can't throw away all your world. You have your family. You have your own fear. And then it brings you the pain. So painful that you'd just wish time would halt, would stay still. For now. For then.

But it wont happen. So, love is never a medicine.

So, I am in pain. A pain so great that I wish I would just jump in a vast sea, get carried away, to someplace new. And when I wake up, I'd be this guy with amnesia. I wont even know who's who.

Escapist? Pathetic? Miserable? Lebai? Name whatever you want.

I think I have come to point where I have abandoned all hope. I dont even know what I am doing right now - well, other than writing this blog. I dont get gay people. I am disappointed from time to time. I am not saying I am a way better than them, or you. No. I am not comparing.

All I'm saying is, I am tired. I am really really tired.
Why gay people are getting extra paranoid about being gay?
You guys celebrate International Gay Against Homophobe, but you gays have been the homophobe itself. Don't realise it? Lets start by you being so afraid in exchanging pics, not using your own pics, and pretending that you dont know this guy.

More, you go to the PRIDE festival, not with this pride in your heart, but LUST in your dick. I am sorry for the harsh word. But I have seen so many pics titled 'Hot Guys in PRIDE' - instead of your writing about how we gays should be proud of ourselves. That is sick, don't you think?

When all of the things of being gay is just about image, hot-bods, six-pack, big-dick, and hot-sex, who's top-who's bot, what's the point then? What's the point of our life? What's the point of hoping that there's going to be my knight-in-shining-armor, who doesnt care how I look in the morning, what clothes I'm wearing currently? What's in a relationship, if you cant have this not-thinking-about-what-others-think when you hang out with him? What's in a relationship when you have to share your boyfriend with his girl-friend? What's the point in having a relationship if all he thinks about is your nude image, your sex, and after the orgasm, there's no spark left? What's the point in a friendship when you told your gay-friends that you feel disappointed in him, then he just snapped you back by telling you to stay-out-if-you-dont-wanna-feel-disappointed? What's the point of arguing so much when you know gay people have a very high EGO to say sorry when outside there he said things about being a proud gay - or proud person with his successful life and love? How can someone live with such a paradox?

So, when things are pointless like that, then what am I doing currently? Why bother falling in love? Why bother looking for a man -other than for fun? Why bother believing in a relationship, talking about future, and imagining that we'll grow old together with him? And above all that, if being gay is so DAMNED, why am I born to this world..? Yet if having sex is that fun, why do I feel empty? And amazingly, no-one would believe if I told them I am in sex-vasting. Dont worry, I am fine. My brain is not that damaged.

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(sigh) (sigh) (sigh)
But maybe that all is just a luxury I cant afford.
So I retreat. Not to give up. But to hibernate. To pile up all the strength again.

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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

I dont Understand..




Following a small-and-not-so-important incident at a neighbouring blog, I have been questioning about one thing:


Is it a sinful thing to register myself to this gay dating web called manja*?
Shameful or pathetic, perhaps?

And the same question to this chatroom over IRC.. what's so wrong about cruising manja* and going online at the room?

I used to be chatting. Alot. My ex and I had a long-distance relationship that we'd go online every saturday, chatting from 13 to 18 hours. Dont get me wrong, we had phone conversations, too. Then we broke up. Yet I still go online. I even got to know some of my-ONS guy through chatting. Although I dont go online much today, but why do I get the impression that the whole chatting thing is 'oh-so-lame', 'so yesterday', or 'oh-so-fake'?? Is it just me?

And even if it's so, then what's wrong with that? What's wrong with manja*? People used their fake pics. So? People arent telling the truth. So?
I mean, come one, like you tell the truth all the time. And okay, maybe you get your boyfriend now from somewhere real, like a book-store, at university, at a clubbing night, and so on. But what's wrong with cruising through manja*?

So, no. I dont consider it pathetic, lame, not real, or anything. What's real in this world, after all? It's called fun. Nothing to lose. Okay, maybe being a grumpy a while for seeing someone who's so protective about his profile that he doesnt even have a self-pic. But the rest of it? It's just fine. And fun. Plus, maybe, eventually you'll really meet someone through chatting, through manja*.

And no, I wont feel sorry that I still have a manja* ID, I still go online at IRC even rarely. I make no apologise. It's not my fault that I havent met someone somewhere real. At least, I am not saying to myself that I am single-yet-not-available. I am not shutting myself down. I am not being melancholic and using that as a reason to be bitter to everyone else.

But I just dont understand..
What's with gay people?





Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Cai Hong...

As promised, here's the MV for Cai Hong (Rainbow), composed and sung by Jay Zhou, lyrics by Vincent Fang. There're two versions of the MV, one is for Taiwan, and is the China version.

1st version


Opening Voice Over:
4th November,
If only I could go back to the very beginning again,
I wish.. I had never existed in your life...


So, the storyline used a flash-back style; the guy was leaving behind his girlfriend, and at the train that took him somewhere, he was recalling about their past.
It was from the flashback that we know that the guy was accepted to a college somewhere far (the kanji is not quite clear). The girl was happy for him, and then asked him, why he didnt feel happy. The guy hugged her and told her that he would return home very quickly.
On the same day (I think), the girl returned home and found out that the guy left something in her mail-box. She opened it and saw an album (or diary). There the guy wrote (minutes 3:30)....

"When I found out that my life
is still only one-month left
The only thing I fear
is to have to meet your sadness
Thus, I choose to say farewell
I am sorry that I lied to you
Thank you that You have accompanied me
going to the places we have gone together
I would take those (memories) to heaven.."



2nd version


On a side note, the guy in the second version is kinda hot. ;-)
The guy in the MV was an artist, he painted and carved. His object was a girl. I am not sure how they met, but I knew that the girl found out the guy's home via her friend. The friendship then became love. The girl feel for the guy, but she hestitated. I dont know why, but she left the guy questioning about their relationship. At the end, the guy realised that the girl was a famous singer.. Or so it seems.


I myself like the first version better.. ;-)

Here's the song's translation:

Tell me where there are rainbows
Can it give me back my wish?
Why is the sky so tranquil?
All the clouds have come to where I am

[Have you] got a mouth mask you can give me?
I let go and said too much, then those things can't be realised
Perhaps time is a kind of cure
and also the poison I am taking right now

If I can't see your smile
How can I get to sleep
Your voice is so near yet I can't hold you
The sun will still spin without the earth
I can still walk by myself without a reason

You need to leave
I know it's very simple
You said that reliance
Was our obstacle
Even if you let go
But can you not confiscate my love?
Just pretend that I only understood at the end

If I can't see your smile
How can I get to sleep
Your voice is so near yet I can't hold you
The sun will still spin without the earth
I can still walk by myself without a reason
I let go and say too much, then those things can't be realised
Perhaps time is a kind of cure
It is also the poison I am taking right now

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Watch This.

Lets hold hand in hand together..
We can make it.
We deserve our own happiness
Because sexual preference is only a smart part that defines us.. ;-)


Friday, May 8, 2009

Would you still love me in the morning?





If I run away from you,
would you still catch me up?

If I push you away,
would you still fight me back?

If I lie to you,
would you still forgive me?

If I don't reply you text,
would you still send them continuously?

If I am being a porcupine,
would you still know how to find a way to hug me so tight?

If I told you I'm scary and damaged,
would you still love me in the morning?

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Is it Love?




When you think about him everyday,
you wonder what he's doing at this very moment,
is it love?
or just being a stalker?

When you think twice of every words to send to him on your every SMS,
and you wait nervously on his reply,
and you wonder what takes him so long,
is it love?
or just being impatient?

When you need his 'good morning' to make your day happy and shiny,
and whenever his greetings are late, you always wonder why,
is it love?
or just being super lame?

When you find yourself, staring at his pics daily,
and you smile when you see his eyes are so bright and happy,
and you silently wish his being well,
is it love?
or just being overly-obsessive?

When you find out that you wanna be with him every single day,
yet you dont know what to say when he's just one click away from your facebook,
is it love?
or just being a coward?

Even when you do know,
you do realise,
he is a complete stranger to you,
would you still say yes if I ask you..
.. is it love?
or just being ridiculous?

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Theraphy #4? or 5?





They're all 3-word sentences so I'd have things to say to you instead of the three words that are... that are killing me... The three words that you know I feel but I can't say them, because it would be cruel to say them because I am no good for you. I don't want to torture you. I don't want to look at you longingly when I know I can't be with you. So,yeah,I'm smiling and I'm saying "take care now." I'm letting you off the hook. I'm trying. I'm trying so hard to let you off the hook.............. [Owen Hunt to Cristina Yang, Grey's Anatomy s05e21, in front of Seattle Grace Hospital]
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This week's theme is melancholy. Sigh. Sigh. I've been trying so hard to wake up from the mud of melancholy, yet it's as if that it knows me by my name. So it's like that it's following me around and wont let me off the hook. That's creepy. Wait, is it just me?

I turn to empty air around me. I turned to here and here, and I found the same taste. The old and familiar feeling. So yeah, I've been listening again to some mellow songs. I've been insomniac again, because the loneliness and the darkness are suddenly scarier than ever.

I even cried over Grey's Anatomy. I'm being a cry-baby lately. I dont like it. On one hand, it means that my shield isn't that strong enough. On the other hand, it means that I'm normal. Far more normal than I thought. Because melancholy hits everybody. Not just me.

So I was thinking.

Maybe melancholy is not too bad after all. Like I've said before, it's like a scar. It's a living proof that you have loved, you have fought, but you just lost. And it doesnt really matter. Because you know - I know - that you're going to be just fine. That it's okay to be a cry-baby once in a while.

And the most important thing is, it's about time to really wake up. Nobody's perfect. Nobody will exactly fit your type. Nobody will exactly share the same chemistry. It's time to grow up. Because though maybe my significant other someday wouldnt really be a prince charming in a shining armor, it shouldnt matter. Though he's away very very much ordinary, I'd know I love him. Sincerely. Faithfully. Eternally.

It wont be that long. As I know, we would find each other.. .

Monday, May 4, 2009




I am feeling nausea.

Spending one whole week with guys - some are muscular, some are at least in a good shape, and no women at all - I felt nausea. I lost my lust. I felt shameful. I was ashamed.

And coming back to my routine activity just now, meeting a few cute boys around, I felt the same nausea. Suddenly it all was so familiar to me. It felt wrong. I felt tired. I wont fight no more. It's time to surrender. I cant do this anymore. I wont do this anymore....