If I was any luckier, I'd find Ian Somerhalder in bed tonight..

As above, so below.

From the moment I woke up and realized I had a good 8 hours of rest for the first time this week; to my whole day at work when my cranky-ass boss perked up at the sight of me - the same me who hasn't been showing up at work for 6 fucking days; and to me being $200 richer for selling off my phone to my other boss. And the greatest realization that December is finally here.

It's official, God reads my Twitter.

The Almighty One also does miracles like no other boss, because he is THE boss - and for that, I surrender all my gratitude to You.

..and also for this guy, God.

And having said that, where one finds time to celebrate the privileges in life, one must also learn to lend compassion to the woes of the world; not a moment too soon as today happens to be World AIDS Day. On first December, kind souls everywhere unite against douchebags who have ever been hard towards someone living with AIDS or HIV; to bring understanding to people who are so widely misunderstood; to shed light and kindness on circumstances so terrible and tragic.

It's a shame to see a global commemoration such as this reduced to nothing more than another global commercialization at work, likened to Christmas. I feel that much of the educational value is lost within the sea of merchandise; the symbols become largely meaningless behind the price tags. When social marketing becomes a poor pretext for generating revenue, what are consumers really buying? Certainly not the brand's dedicated support to social causes. 

Think about how lucky you are by God's grace. Think about those who aren't. 

Alicia Keys honey.. try sleeping with freaking Insomnia.

Hi! I'm the sleep troll! I'm the

reason why you're only getting

this for a post.

U mad, bro?

*curls right back to sleep*

Chill out.. because your son is just a cock-sucker

"Stop contacting my son. Leave him alone!!!"

- Anxious Dad

I say, 

1. He is with someone who loves him more than you will ever accept him.
2. He is with someone who accepts him more than you will ever learn to love.
3. He is with someone who cares for all his whims, wishes and everything in between.
4. He is with someone who cares for all his sighs, sorrows and then some more.
5. He is with someone who's there, always.

Take your pick. In fact, take them all.

I'm sleepless and I know it..

Wow.

Insomnia continues to prey on me tonight like a leopard; lurking just beneath the surface of sleep before pouncing on me as I'm about to close my eyes. Sinister with its constant taunts of bliss, like a Prada advertisement, I'm surprised I haven't already developed abs (*whimpers*) from sitting up on my bed so many times. Insomnia is indeed a peculiar sensation to one like me, who has endured worst punishments to sleep than blogging.

It's official Blogger, you're cursed - but I don't wanna stop.

so is shopping. *whimpers*

As they like to tell me, love conquers all. As such, I tried to spend the "available, free" time with Love and a couple of loved ones. And as always, I couldn't resist smooching and cuddling up to him to a point where I am sure even Elmo vomits a little in his mouth. It's not just that I love my boyfriend so much, and the whole world knows it but he's the kind to make you feel like you're walking on clouds. And it's difficult to make a boy like me giddy with love like that.

so does shopping *whimpers*

I finally got around to watch "Lagenda Budak Setan" on the same night, which has a captivating plot but with so-so actors and even more mediocre delivery. In other words, it meets my expectations when it comes to Malay movies but hey, at least the soundtrack is awesome. I enjoyed it 2/3 of the way before I thought it became way more draggy than Kate Winslet's dress when she was in all that water when the Titanic sank. 

Maybe if i'm still restless tonight, I'd think about how boring it was and just drift off to sleep...

and dream of doing some shopping

*whimpers*

Monday blues? It could be Sunday sickness, doc.

I had the strangest case of insomnia last night - or since the last post. Could it be the surge of adenaline and satisfaction from writing it? Or just writing again in general? Thanks to Blogger, I managed to ignite again my biggest passion in life which has since been in deep slumber. Blame it on NS.

In a blaze of glory. ROAR!

The boost to my morale and motivation aside, I have to be conscious of how it might negatively affect my sleep. Note to self: I have to get the postings done earlier so the adrenaline effects wear off faster. At least, until I ORD that is - which is, God willing, in a month time.

So, what is a queer to do when life presents you a mug of insomnia in the morning? You down it with a visit to the doctor, followed quickly by a session with the boys. That's right - nothing like juicy gossip and a mug of hot chocolate to perk up a *sleepy* Monday. And we even managed to throw in a good 3 hours of L4D2 to really nail it. Like hot chocolate, friendship really does hit the spot with that much-needed dose of warm, fuzzy feeling - all the way till the very end.


Still, I suspect there is much more at hand that's on the loose, causing all kind of mischief and trouble - but ultimately giving putting the "happy" meaning to being gay. L'amore, as the French would call it. Love. Cinta.

You.

You don't need no introduction for my heart has been yearning for yours since our eyes first met. And you need no mention for information is a friend and a foe; the latter in which they are many - among your family, unfortunately - who seek to destroy us. But I want You to know that you were playing in my mind like a love song, baby (blueks) the greatest love story ever told - us (ah, much better). And I miss you so. 

Meet me soon <3

A note of family..

I think there's an unwritten rule somewhere that Sundays are that time of the week you dedicate to your family. Call me a cynic or crass - or without the "cr" - but family is the most formidable force in my life. Deep in my heart, I do sincerely believe in the most hectic, dysfunctional form of controlled chaos to have ever stuck my neck out for.

case in point

Illustrated above is one of the most awesome things to have been introduced my way recently - up there with Best Fries Forever, L4D2 and oxygen. I would put a place for "potential dates as recommended by friends" up there but that would make cat shit look edible. Modern Family is a dramedy done in Arrested Development-style that surrounds a gay, interracial and somewhat traditional backgrounds. In other words, my own family tree except the show comes with hilarious dialogues, believable plots and amazing chemistry.

And today was a great gathering of sorts for my family as the various extended sides came over to my mum's. I must openly admit now that it feels great to be among my own brood again; that extraordinary feeling of closeness with your own flesh and blood. I only have God to thank for opening my mind and heart to such joy in life, although I had to be baptized by fire for that.

That's when it hit me: God is now part of me like how my family is part of me. And how I am part of them like how I am their flesh and blood.

The similarities didn't end there - the more I contemplated - and it eventually boiled down to this:

1. Your relationship with God, as with your own family, is a personal one.
2. God is unconditionally loving, as how your family is - no matter the circumstances.
3. Never let anyone try to define your relationship with God as how they have no right to judge your family relationships.
4. The love completes, nourishes and inspires.
5. The love isn't undying although it endures - you need to constantly spend time nurturing it.

My sunday was made far more beautiful than I can ever imagine.

As told by.. Marilyn Manson

" You can't see the forest from the trees. You can't smell your own shit on your knees. "

- "The Beautiful People", Marilyn Manson 

If you're a young gay between the age of 17-20, there's a good chance that I just listed out what your main problem is. Get to it, boys.