The Lesson

Jim mad at me because I'm late! Lol. Only banged for a while. Shake called me to go to Emma's open house. I ate like hell. All good foods. Burp...

The Gay Club

Nope. Didn't get anyone though I found someone who look like Nef, rugged and all that, I suddenly lost him! Fuck. Only got my left tit bitten! Fuck you faggot!

The Lesson

Starsailor-In The Crossfire

Late for drums class. Learnt new notes. On & off beat. Had the drums all myself after the class. Practice alone for nearly one hour. Jim gave me the notes for Blink 182’s ‘Miss You’. Really had fun. Wonder when I’ll get my own drum set. Went to Borders after that. Tore off the plastic wrapper of the Drums! magazine, which I shouldn’t. Fuck it, I just want to read, not buy it.

The Gay Club

Faze picked me up and we went to this friend’s open house before to the club. The DJ played the same songs like last week. Mostly hip-hop and R&B. Fuck. I wanted to request something but think about it again, I don’t think they have anything from Radiohead. Do they? Heh.

The Aftermath

Everyone was giving me the what’s-that look every time they look at me. My conservative housemates even more. Fuck it. It’s what I wanted and now I got it. I don’t give trouble to anyone. The cold treatment I received? Ah, fuck it. I don’t give a shit on what people think about me. They can go and fuck themselves. Straight people can go to hell. Went to the office with a plaster under my lips because I didn’t have time to unscrew it. They asked me what happened and I just gave them my satanic smile.

Elaine: How much did you pay for that? RM80?

Mate: RM80?

Elaine: Oh, is it free?

Mate: Can we talk about something else?

The Lesson

Went to the drums class only to found out that I was an hour earlier than the promised time! May be I was still exhausted from last night’s party. I forgot to check the time in the manuscript book! Learnt about rudiment and flam. Got myself pierced under my lower-right lip. Fuck it.

The Gay Club

Went to this gay club at Hotel Istana called ‘The Musictheque’. My first time there. I only went to straight clubs before with my straight friends(who had no fucking idea that I’m fucking gay). But tonight, I found my gay colony, my gay friends. We went there after midnight. Lots of beautiful people there. Had lots of fun. I know this friend of a friend had something on me. He even kissed me (on the cheek OK) and thanked me for dancing with him. He told me that I look like his ex-boyfriend. I don’t know, it seems that every time I meet new friends, they’ll tell me that I look like someone they know or they would say that they’ve seen me before but couldn't recall where. Fuck it. I’m getting used to it. We had one hell of good night. I was bloody wet. Had fun till 5am! The place was damn good. The crowds made it better.

The Escape

Went straight to Bangi after work. Watched lots of gay movies. Not porn though. One of the movies is called ‘Sugar’ starring Brendan Fehr of Roswell! I didn’t know he’s gay! Or maybe he’s bi cos he had sex with an obese woman! But, think about it again, he might be straight cos it’s just a movie. A movie to fulfil the fucking fantasy of fucking queers all around the fucking world. Ah, fuck it. Basically, it’s a story about this skater boy (he’s fucking cute, forgot his name) who’s high and horny on his birthday(courtesy of his cute little sister who challenged him to lose his virginity) and went out on the street only to bump into a fucking gorgeous whore(who else). They become instant friends(too good to be true right?. That’s what gay movie directors do!). These are few other too-good-to-be-true scenes in that ‘beautifool’ movie:

The kid’s mother knew about them. She even asked his son to protect himself(if you know what I mean)

They jerk off in front of each other while having breakfast.

They kiss but didn’t fuck each other. It’s only when they have to ‘perform’ in front of this married guy (heh) that Brendan had to fuck the skater boy.

After the ‘incident’, they ‘broke-up’ for a while but the little sister insisting on them to get back together.

After Brendan’s funeral(yeah, he died!), this kid had sex in a restaurant’s toilet with a man who stared at him.

The Startling Finding

Desperate, I tried to search for any clues on Nef on the Net. Found his blog on myspace.com! Guess what, he’s straight. His blog is full of girls pics and a graphical pic of a half-naked girl. Need I say more? I’m doomed! YOU sure HATE me so much eh?!!!

The Lame Festival

As a non-believer, I had no reason to celebrate or be in a festive mood today. Everything’s bullshit now. I mean, don’t you feel tired of celebrating the same thing every year? Pray in the morning, ask for forgiveness from the people you hurt, back-stabbed or betrayed (when you can do that on every other fucking day), visit your relatives (where the culture of giving out money is practise that the young ones cultivate a disgusting attitude of asking for them and insulting the host when the expected amount is not met), wearing new clothes (to show off), and the list goes on. The same thing will happen again 365 days from now.

I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.

The Shopping Spree:Part 2

Went shopping with Dad and Sis. Paid for everything. Total lost: almost RM200.00!