Bizarre Birthday

"Today's your birthday right, wanna go celebrate ?"

"Sure, I'm gonna call people then. Can you help me call some of them? Where should we go?"

"You're the birthday boy. Just do nothing and wait for us to fetch you later at night, okay?"

Hmm... I can't forget the last sentence he said to me. And I had a wonderful birthday this year with this bunch of friends, who surprised me with a cake they bought.

And it's our turn to celebrate his birthday this Saturday.

We went to One Utama to watch a movie. We managed to find a parking spot as soon as we got there as someone was leaving. We're really lucky, I thought. I watched another movie, Stormbreaker (they should just name it Spy Teenager), last Monday and it took us 30 minutes to find a parking space.

Since I watched the preview of the Covenant and I totally loved the special effects, I recomended that we watch this movie as there was a special sneak-preview secreening. The movie officially opens on 2 Nov and we get to watch it that day, how good is that? Not good actually. First we waited for around one hour for the uncollected reservation seats to be opened to public (30 minutes before the movie starts) and by the time I was at the counter, there weren't many seats left. But since I was eager to watch that movie I bought all 5 seats that were separated from each other. That costed me RM 50. My friends and I waited for another 20 minutes for the movie to start outside the cinema and when I took out the tickets. I realized one ticket was missing. I remembered that I was going to distribute the tickets so I tore a ticket out (the tickets are stuck to each other like stamps) but I didn't as my friends told me to wait till we're entering the cinema.

I panicked, kept searching and rummaging through my pockets and wallet. There were 5 of us and we only had 4 tickets. I went to the queue and was going to buy another ticket when they stopped me as they discussed and decided not to watch the movie. I was so sorry and embarassed. I could be so blur that I can lose a ticket I was holding while standing outside a cinema doing nothing but watching movie previews on the tv screens there.

I felt so damn bad as we went window-shopping instead of watching the movie. I told them to go watch the movie without me but they said it's okay as they only lost RM 10 each. I totally screwed up the person's birthday.

Then as 3 of us was sitting in front of a music store while the other two went in to browse around....

" Look!" The one sitting pointed somewhere as the other two was leaving the store. I looked at the direction of his pointing finger and only saw two twins wearing pink dress with a skirt that looks like boa.

"Look! Look!" I looked again and realized there was something blue on the floor.

"1 ringgit! For our carpark fee. Lol" The pointing friend said. The other two looked at the floor and didn't dare to pick up the money.

One of them said " It's FIVE ZERO"

Another weird thing that happened is that a Malay woman sitting next to us told the guy to just pick up the money. "Ambilah" she said. Maybe she didn't know that it's a friggin 50 ringgit note! My friend picked up the money and we decided to wait for half an hour for the owner to come, who we thought would be coming to the front of the shop looking at the floor frantically.

30 minutes passed. The owner didn't come, or at least we didn't find anyone examining the floor.

I was given the 50 ringgit note and so in the end we didn't suffer any financial losses.

RM 50 out. Rm 50 in. Weird huh?

BTW, we put this incident behind us as we celebrated with a birthday cake for that friend. It's like a tradition for us to celebrate birthdays at Mcdonald's at night this year. Haha. We even borrowed lighter and the paper plates and plastic spoons from the staff, like what we did when we celebrate my birthday. Only after finishing the cake we realized there was a sign showing "No Outsider Food Allowed" on top of the wall.

(I'm lazy to put on nicknames for the other 4 friends. They're not the Jocker Jack and Donald Duck I mentioned. I hope this post isn't confusing for you all. If it is, please lemme know.)

A Whole New World

I didn't think I'll do this unless I'm er... a bit older, probably when I can live independently. I planned to do this when I got my body buffed up like Spiderman, when I got Lasik so that I don't have to wear glasses like Cyclop, when I had undergone operation on my vampire teeth (I'm not wearing braces because that would require painful extraction of my two teeth on the side). Oh what the heck, I didn't think I'll be able to pull this off unless I'm emotionally and physically ready.

But somehow, there were two signs telling me to do it. First in one tv show called Hot Properties (featuring 4 beautiful women which oddly I enjoyed watching) then in a newspaper article I happened to come across. Add that with an eccentric dream that the One is looking for me too digitally and I started to entertain the thought of venturing into a whole new world. A notorious world said to be full of deceive and promiscuities, no thanks to the abundance of perverts and sex seekers prowling the world wide web. I shall enter the world of Online Dating.



Before I created the account at a gay dating site, I asked for Kyle's opinion, who told me that he was so frustrated with the jerks he came across in the Internet that he changed his profile into a petite drag queen. Oh well, what he said gave me the flash forward that I too will be frustrated and change my profile into a drag queen. (Harvey- The Drag Queen, Anyone?) But for now, I just wanna give this a try.

After my account was newly created, I got some visitors. Oh, and there's an email saying "Hello." from a caucasian who's coming to Malaysia at the end of the year. "When you're in axcest long enough, you know that a hello means an invitation for sex," Kyle explained matter-of-factly through the MSN messenger."And those visitors are probably checking out the fresh meat." I decided not to reply to the two "Hello" emails I received, and just wait and see. "You can just see the world for yourself, and blog about it." Kyle gave another piece of advice, which I followed. :P

I browsed through the profiles, and the more pictures I look at, the more inferiour I felt. There are quite a lot of cute gay guys, although some pictures (naked ones especially) looked like they were ripped off from porns. No wonder the media stereotyped gays as good-looking hunks, saying that all decent males are either married, or gay. I felt more and more ugly, and I didn't dare to put a clear picture of mine.

Then I checked out the web chat at 2 am in the morning. Yes, I've been sleeping late during these few holidays because my internet will only be suitable for casual surfing in the middle of the night; at the day it sucks (pages cannot load most of the time). There were several interesting people there, all nice and friendly. No crazy people having dirty online sex orgies or sth. And I got to know someone who lived near my home, and that someone happens to know a blogger friend personally and from there I managed to find other blogger friends to add them as buddies. What a small world. But then things went a bit faster than I thought as that someone (I'll call him G) proposed that we go yam cha (drink tea) the next day. I didn't object to the idea, G does live nearby and it's convenient for us to go have a drink, although I barely knew him. But the plan got cancelled in the end as he said he couldn't finish his assignment.

And here I am typing this post to avoid doing my lab report which is due this Thursday. I am so good at procrastinating when at home. :P

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Guess what I smelled last week!!!

• The deluge of smoke from preparing water pipe
• The smell of menstruation from a girl I sat pretty close to
• My borther's cum on a big rounded scrunched up tissues

Happy Deepavali and Hari Raya

Meet Little Harvey. I drew this myself and I figure it would be better to use a display picture that I can call it my own, now that I'm putting my profile back up. He's either a dog, a pig or a rabbit without whiskers; I'm not sure.

This is him in his rare wake-up state.


Coz most of the time he's enjoying a good nap.


I'm having holidays (Yay!) with 3 courseworks to do(Aw!). Happy Deepavali and Hari Raya to everyone. It's great to have festive season in Malaysia.

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Harvey's Grandma Johnson's Scones

When I started my baking frenzy, I was looking at the top 10 bread recipe from allrecipes.com when I came across Grandma Johnson's Scones. Without an idea what a scone is, I was motivated to try out this recipe due to its high ratings, although the photo of the baked product submitted by the users didn't make it look very appealing. They look like deformed cookies.

Anyway I procrastinated and only waited until today to try it out because my packet of sour cream exceeded its expiry date (4th of Oct) but I still used the sour cream anyway coz it wasn't cheap and it didn't smell fragrant. Seriously, the sour cream expired but I think it's still edible. No molds or creepy crawly creatures inside.

Anyway, I didn't bother to knead the whole mixture; I relied solely on my stand mixer and shaped the gooey dough into round rolls. Took me less than 2 hours. Despite my lack of effort, I'm happy that the end result wasn't a fiasco. It was not bad at all. It's crunchy on the outside and spongy on the inside with a heavenly butter taste. Kinda like cookie-coated cake.

I just hope I'm not getting a stomach ache.

Edit: Ate two piece. No stomach ache, no diarrhea, no nothing, so far so good. :)

Laugh And Grow Fat

I was getting into the gym in my uni when LO AND BEHOLD (!), probably the most muscular guy on campus was pumping iron. He's 6-foot tall with a body and face that'll put the Greek God to shame. I restrained myself from ogling at him as I did some exercise and I couldn't help but overheard bits and pieces of the conversation between him and the other friend, who was admonishing this hunk not to work out so much.

The hunk repeated doing the bicep curls and the friend told him " Enough already la, you're gonna make it too big"



The friend showed his arms " See, this is more normal... yours is like...too much"

The hunk defended himself " I got the height... so it's okay"

I sniggered in my heart.

"You're gonna regret you know, when you get old and have no time to excercise, your arms are gonna like go soft and become .... yuck"

The hunk continued to work out for over an hour.

"Don't do that anymore, you're making it even bigger" the friend squealed.

"I know what I'm doing, okay? I'm not making it bigger." the hunk defended himself.


Perhaps getting too muscular is not exactly that great a deal. Instead of getting admirers swarming around him, I'm amused that the hunk got a nagger had the word "Sour Grapes" written all over his face. It's scary and intimating too, as I saw him lifting the 10 kg dumbells up and down displaying his super-bulgy biceps which was probably around 6 inch thick. If I have a choice, I don't mind being like him though. Haha, super hunky Harvey! But then apart from rigorous excercise and protein-rich diet, I'll need to alter my DNA to promote muscle growth and fat reduction. I am still scawny as ever, and I totally blame it on my genes. My dad and bro are skinny when they're at my age too, then they got bigger (and fatter) at their mid-20s.

For now, people usually tell me to "Eat more! Your're so skinny."

This Blog Is Not GAY Enough

For a gay, he has extra problems compared to the straights. Other than the difficulty in finding love, it's impossible to get a happily-married-together life (except in the UK) with a family of their own.... children, grandchildren, great grandchildren... and so on. Some find it hard to accept themselves, their "despicable" sexual orientation. They're afraid of being shunned, isolated, or bashed for being gay, for being who they are. And thus, most prefer to live in the closet, and it gets harder and harder to come out, as they hide deeper and deeper into the closet, in which they presumed to be the safe zone from the homophobic society.

I didn't think I'd come out until I can live on my own, until I'm independent, so that if my family and friends are to desert me for my homosexual orientation, I don't have to be so miserable. I mentioned that I have friends, close friends. Two of the closer ones are Joker Jack and Donald Duck, I knew them since secondary school, and we always hang out with each other almost every week, even until now. In the beginning, we went for a drink (yam cha) every weekend, then we Dota (playing game in cyber cafe) weekly, and after that, due to financial constraints, we move on to playing free private server of Ragnarok Online. I didn't know our relationship would last so long, and it hurts me to assume that once they know about my sexual orientation, I would lose the friendship. Over the years, I've shared a lot of thoughts especially with Joker Jack, except that one queer thing. I thought I don't have to come out to them... but it seems that our relationship didn't die down as I expected it to be.

It grew.

One night, I was contemplating on whether I should tell him that I'm gay when I was in his car. We were bored and we started singing. His car parked outside my house.(long story cut short) He insisted that I tell him what's in my mind.

Me: Do you really wanna know?

JJ:Whatever's in your mind, just tell me. I've told you a lot of things also.

Me: Even if it'll change you?

JJ:How will it change me, unless you're saying you like guys. Just tell me, I won't say it to anyone else.

That was when I said it out.

Me: I'm gay.

To my surprise, he didn't seemed surprised.

Me: So, if you're scared of me or don't want to be friends anymore, I understand.

JJ: What are you saying? We're still friends. And don't worry, I still treat you as a good friend.

Me: I just thought I should let you know. You're a true friend, and you deserve to know. I don't want to keep lying to you.

JJ: Aww... you think I'm your true friend, I'm touched. I guess I've always known... You're like 80% male, 20% female. You're not 50:50 or you'll be like a sissy.

Towards the end of the conversation, I told him not to tell anyone.

JJ: Don't worry, everyone already knows you're a gay lah (from your behaviour).

Ok, I didn't exactly feel relieved after coming out to him. I just felt that this is something that I should have done long time ago. I don't know whether our relationship will ever be the same, and I can't say I'm not worried. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Joker Jack was the one who assured me that he's not homophobic. Okay, he said he may not like gays so much, but he knew me, he knew who I am, and he wouldn't dislike me for being gay.

Now talk about being gay, I am indeed in the same class with Lecherous Lex. We're not roomates, but we're pretty much seeing each other every weekday. And I forgot to mention that he was also in the class reunion I recently attended. During that reunion, one girl commented to me that he's too sissy. " I am sissy too." I proclaimed. "Yeah... you are, but not as much." she replied. I'm not one to judge, but this explains why I sometimes feel rather uncomfortable as I talk to him. His mannerisms reminds me that I may be sissy too.... and I just couldn't stand that. I know, as a gay, I shouldn't feel that way (being uncomfortable). In fact, I've been very friendly to him, asking him out for lunch and dinner (in the cafeteria) and go to the gym(in university) with him. (We're pretty much stucked in this university that's situated in a rather remote area) I was a bit dissapointed that he didn' turn out to be a hunk, and he didn't seem to be interested in me (coz I didn't turn out to be a hunk either). I guess I'm never lucky when it comes to love.

It's been two weeks, and so far, the queer topic has not arised between us. I know both of us are afraid of going to the "I am gay" conversation. Hence, no groin-fondling eiher. I've been leading a rather straight life (and writing a straight blog) until yesterday when I came out to a straight friend, for the very first time. (Come to think of it, my first and only sex was in a car too.)

Whether this will alleviate my extra problems of being gay, I don't know. I only know that I'm kinda lucky to have won the first price of a lucky draw in a dinner party on that same day before I came out. :P

I'm An Average Joe

Your EQ is 93

50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick! 51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese. 71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely. 91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that. 111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt. 131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin. 150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.

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University is not as hectic as I expected it to be. Sure, there are lots of assignments to do. But I loved the schedule (3 to 4 hours of lecture in the morning) and I simply loved (and sometimes hated) the fact that I've already studied some of the topics in A-levels. On one hand it's like revision; On the other hand it feels like a sheer waste of time. And even though I know how to do the questions already, I'll still get the answers wrong anyway (thanks to my "blurness"). Making mistakes is my forte, wahahaha.... sigh

The lecturer told us that only the friends we make in the university will be our friends for life, but I digress. I actually still have remained close friends with several of my secondary school friends. We went out for a drink (Yam Cha), going to the cinema, or just hanging out. Yeah, I'm glad I have a fair amount of social life, considering that I've always been socially inept especially when I was young.

I remembered walking through a dark alley in my primary school, alone, and realized how lonely I was, and somehow felt that I'm condemned to a life of eternal solitude. That memory was rekindled as I attended my primary school class reunion recently. It was like watching Rugrats: All Grown Up! . Everyone grew so much. Some of the guys had become so damn tall and hunky, making me wonder what have I (and my body) has been doing for the past 7 years. How come I didn't get that freaking huge biceps, or that broad bulgy chest? Oh, I know, I didn't exercise, and almost never play sports (can't play anything that involves a ball). Gah!

Anyway, there is this guy. He sat beside me on the first day at primary school and he's the first person I knew in school. He used to accompany me to the canteen during recess after I passed the exams with flying colours at standard 3. I was an average performer before that, probably because I didn't wear glasses then. I told him that being a loner, I was not used to having someone eating with me. We ate together for a few days, then I don't remember what happened after that. Our relationship strained due to my natural friends-repellent property, i guess.

I saw him at the reunion that day and he looks pretty good (so wanna "eat" him if he's "in my league") .I talked to him but he seemed distant. "Um...Do you actually remember who I am?" I asked. "I don't have a clear memory of you......" he answered, giving a nervous smile. Now I really wanna eat him.

Oh well, back to walking alone on the alley to the university IT lab, doing assignment by myself.