Hi, so it's been many months. And I'm horny. Fuck.

Vomit

A lot has happened. Even before the last post, there was loads to tell. But I was preoccupied with all the happenings, and I didn't have time. I'm on my one week long Easter break now, and I've been keeping myself busy and immersed in books, the vampire variety *cringe.

In summary, me and four other friends, including two girls in heels were attacked in a park, and they decided to rob us and a few of us got punched. The girls were being threatened like no tomorrow, with words lacking vocabulary from some low-life racists, but I honestly believe I kinda saved the day. Shall elaborate more on that later.

And remember that cute guy? Well, we happened and he woke up one day saying he didn't have the same feelings back. And it got really hard after that. But I'm better now. Loads better. More on that later. (I reckon he's just scared, stupid bisexual Christian guys)

I also got a haircut, and chopped off my fringe. Never had I sported hair as short as this since 2007. But to have people tell me and treat me like the most adorable, cutest and far out of their league boy they've met is an awesome boost to my self-esteem. Never mind that more then half of them are guys 10 years my senior(which isn't really that bad, considering I'm 19). I need this.

I have also read the first five Vampire Academy novels. Damn addictive. My reading habit is expensive. I polished them off in 5 days. Thank god dad reimburses me for any books I buy.

Australia is awesome. My bod was at a really hot place. Still kinda is, but less since getting dumped. But at least I have nice hair now. And at least I had you.

Quickie

So a lot has happened since the last post. Me and 4 of my friends got attacked, probably cause we were Asian and small, and almost mugged in a park at 9pm. Fucking balls-less bastards I tell you, threatening my friend Carol.

But anyway, today I met a cute guy. Cute guy found me cute too. Cute guy and I have great chemistry. Cute guy  and I are both attracted. Cute guy is Asian(I'm a rice queen ugh). Cute guy is tall and kinda hot body. Cute guy asked me out for breakfast again tomorrow, before classes.

Hurrahs.

Polaroid

And there I picture us, in my head, like a series of fleeting Polaroids, snapshots of evanescent moments. All the long repetitive talks in the car, all the songs that made us cry, all the feelings so volatile, so fragile, it all comes back to haunt me at night. And when I drift off, I see your face, and hear your voice. I know the things you would say, and the things you would do, and it's as if you're alive inside my head, like you actually do exist in my dreams, like you're within me.

You've been in my dreams for months. However, I am a lucid dreamer, and I believe a very good one at that. Most lucid dreamers are only capable of being aware that they're dreaming, but I am able to control the things, the environment, the person I would dream about. I picture and play pretend in my head, allowing my imagination to take over, pretending I'm really there, and I drift off right into that imagination. The irony is that, if I actually wanted to dream about you, I would be aware that the dream, is a dream.

Let the sad memories burn, and leave those smiling with me. Of all the times you thought it was silly of me to take random moments with you down(without actually including you or me in the picture), of Federal Highway at night, of football advertisements in Midvalley, of starless, dark skies, of the back of your car, of our shadows merged as one, of the bottles of McCallan's we've drunk - those are perfect split-seconds of my life I will never forget.

Sizzling Confidence

*Click*

I don't think I'll ever be above the holding hands in cinema thing. In fact, I once told a guy 'I'm gonna put my hands in your popcorn and you can reach for the popcorn too if you wanna.'

The oblivious bugger told me, 'nah, I'm good,' though.

Bloody hell, I put myself out there and what does he do?

As I reached for the popcorn, however, his hands went around my waist and he grabbed me in a tight embrace.

That was a great date.

Ted Mosby

So after so long, I've finally started watching How I Met Your Mother. And I must admit, I am in love with Ted Mosby. I WANT TO HAVE HIS FUCKING BABIES

Okay, not the best body, but he is adorable enough. And such a great guy. There's more to life then hot washboard abs, right? :)

A Bloody Good Question

So me and a friend were talking about the past, about how he ruined his 5 year relationship, about how he broke up with his darling, about how he don't think they can see past the pain and sorrow even if they somehow got back together. And at last he stopped talking. 

'Well.. Make happier memories to cover the sad. That actually works.'

'Yayaa...I know..trying.'

'You're also doing the same thing right?

Random Shit This Week

So there was this guy who approached me, telling me I was cute and all. So we exchanged numbers, and later msn. I turned the flirt on but he was always cool and aloof. I know, I just recently got outta a relationship, breaking off before I came to Melbourne and all but it's just flirting. Plus, it gets lonely in Melbourne. But mostly I guess, because I believe the best way to get over something is by overshadowing it with something else.

After like a week plus now, he revealed that he had a boyfriend, and that they were doing the long distance thing. Apparently he didn't wanna tell me that was attached cause he thought I wouldn't wanna talk to him. But he was the one who had always been cold and aloof to me anyway, and his exoneration for that would be because he thought I wasn't interested.

Told him he should'ave told me, then I wouldn't have flirted so much. He said he likes it. And I wanted to block him, but I don't know lah, I think it's the cold weather making me crave for some warmth of nice muscular hands, I went on talking. But I told him that there would be no more flirting. Friends, yes.

Okay, end of Melby shit. x)

All Smiles

So it's been two weeks in Melbourne and I actually really love the place. Been clubbing for three times now, and it's nothing extraordinary, just that it's surprisingly not too pricey to club here. Clubs here stay open till 5, which might appeal to many party animals out there but for me, it is two hours too long.

The first club I went to was Neverland, which is an apt name cause you should never come if you're gay. It's a straight place. Superbly boring, but there were gay guys there as well, using Grindr to flirt with one another. I waited longingly for time to crawl by, from 12, to 1, to 2, and finally to 3, only to realize that clubs close at 5. THAT WAS GAY HELL.

Another place that we frequent(two weeks and I'm using this word wth) is a club called Peel. There's no cover charge, and girls can't get in without a gay guy to bring them. Damn right it's awesome.

Wine here is cheaper then hot chocolate. From as cheap to $1 a bottle, to the drinkable $2.99, to my favorite $8.99, having a class of wine is actually a cheap thing to do, compared to going to Max Brenner's (famed chocolate bar) for warm cocoa.

Melbourne is awesome. I just hope I stay happy when classes start, and that I lose the weight I've gained. The food here is actually as good as back home :)

Tonight shall be drinking with the buds, and clubbing at a place called Disgraceland. Sounds like the perfect place for me. 

A Prefix

This is a blog. My first blog in Melbourne. I'm 19 this year. I'm hungry for adventure, but desperately starving the warmth of home. I am Asian. And I am gay.

It's a new city, I am excited. The future is full of great, broad possibilities. I am happy. But I can't help but to be just..a little too nostalgic, making me a little too sad. But I will deal with it, and I will be great.

Car is parked, bags are packed, what kind of heart doesn't look back?

At the comfortable warmth from the porch, the one I will still, yours?