Coming Out Story #1

I, like most other people, had had enticing feelings towards men since I was about twelve years old. When I went to the first day of class of sixth grade we had a new student and the teacher introduced to him. Immediately we became friends. It was not too long after that when we visited each others' houses and began to 'fool around.' We kept reassuring ourselves that all the other guys in the school were doing this as well and that we weren't alone. Him and I were together, secretively, for about four years.
In the meantime I had dated a few girls, but no longer than a couple weeks at a time. When I went to college I thought that I could change myself. I had spent the first three years forcing myself to like women and watching every move I made to make sure I didn't come across as gay. It had gotten to a point in my Junior year where I tried to sleep with a girl and no offense to her, but that was the most disgusting, and embarassing moment of my life. I claimed from that moment I never wanted to touch that portion of a girls anatomy EVER again. No offense to girls and straight guys. That was kind of my last ditch effort to really secure the fact that I wasn't gay. It didn't work.
It was December of that year (Last December actually) when I started to do research about being gay and coming out. I decided that I was finally going to tell someone over choir tour that January. Well, I never got the chance to tell who I wanted to so I figured that I could keep it hidden at least until I got out of college. Well one night in January (late at night) I was lying in my bed and I had finally gotten to a point where I had to tell someone. I tried calling my best friend but he was going to bed so I didn't want to bother him. So I layed in my bed that night shaking, my stomach was killing me, almost crying, and I just had to tell someone.
So the next day, I told the secretary down in the Music Department and from that point, I began to tell my friends. At first I wanted to be very laid back about it however, it did not take long for me to be comfortable enough to not conceal it. I never announced over a loud speaker or anything but I embraced it. Telling my friends became easy, the scary part was, knowing that I had to tell my parents. I told my two sister and my aunt because I knew they would be okay with it. When I told them, I thought they were going to be furious. They weren't. However, they were not exactly happy either. My father kept telling me I should go see someone and that I was confused and for about the next week or so he didn't speak to me. My mother did talk to me however, she kept getting upset. After about a week, things were somewhat back to normal, my dad was talking to me again and my parents said before I went back to school that they loved me very much.
Today, I am 21 and a senior in college and loving every minute of my life. My parents are totally okay with my orientation but my dad and I do not really talk about it, which is okay. Him and I still do the things we used to do, like go to car shows and such. The only issue I face is that I am a church organist for a very conservative Presbyterian church. I am sure people at that church can figure out that I am gay for they are not retarded however, I am not out at that church because I know I would be fired if I was. So my advice is, if you are in the closet, do not wait until you are old to come out. I wish I could have when I was 15, not 20 even though that is not old. However, take your time and do it when you are ready. Once you do, you will hopefully realize that it isn't so bad but be ready to embrace the "bumps" in the road because there will be some. =)
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Fucking Indonesians!!!!

You know what, I'm sick and tired of trying to reason with these stupid Indons.

It seems that they are not trying anything to make peace with us.

I mean, the whole world knows that Padang in Sumatera was recently hit by a amjor earthquake, seeing thousands of its people being killed and misplaced.

And being a good neighbor Malaysia is, the government quickly flew in some aids, in good faith that the Indons would accept with open heart and be thankful.

But being Indons is being irrational, stupid, irrelevant, emotional, unconstitutional, uncivilised, shitty douchebag home of porn stars and all, they gladly rejected Malaysian aid just because Malaysia is home to South East Asia's best/biggest casino to date, that is Genting Highlands.

And the shitty thing is, they gladly accepted aids form the US of A, which is home to an even larger, larger than anywhere in the world, casinos that goes by the name , Las Vegas City of Sins.

I DESPISE MALAYSIAN MUSLIMS!!!

Honestly, I despise Malaysian Muslims who goes with the name PAS.

Today, once again I am very much embarrassed with the backward, neolithic (oh, maybe Paleolithic) way of thinking these PAS members (read: Youth Leader) portrays.

They are trying to implement Taliban way of administration.

Mind you, yeh, Malaysia is not Afghanistan, not even Brunei that you can have this kind of rule.

Malaysia is consisting of various races and ethnicities, and that, if you don't know already, comprises of various religion.

And it is NOT , constitutionally speaking, an ISLAMIC country.

Yes, yes the official religion is Islam, but there's no provision in the Federal Constitution says that Syariah Law is in any way above the Civil Law.

So, please, adhere to the Constitution, will you?

On October 25, superstar Beyonce Knowles is set to stage her long awaited concert in Kuala Lumpur.

She'll be singing, screaming, jumping, shaking her booty and all her stuff to entertain Malaysian crowds.

And there is NOTHING wrong with that.

That is what we call entertainment. And that is the cleanest form of entertainment you can get.

If you're saying that she has to wear hijab and standing straight while singing like a statue so that she could entertain us, man, I gotta tell you, you are on the wrong planet man!!!!

Royals

The squabble between the Raja Muda Johor (Crown Prince of Johore) with a Prince from the Seri Menanti Palace somehow shows the bad examples of the Royalties in Malaysia.

It was indeed very a shameful act, and what's more it was done by members of the Royal Families, which all Rakyat Malaysia regard highly of.

And the more interesting fact is that the Royalties were back from partying at a sqwanky night club in Kuala Lumpur, showing that these so called protectors of Islam and the Malay Adat (Culture) are somehow very gladly embracing hedonism.

We the Rakyat expect more out of a Royal Family.

While they were raised in palatial mansions, we the Rakyat has to work our ass off everyday just so that we could afford a DBKL housing project.

Please, we are not questioning your positions as members of the Royal Family, but you have to live up to that standard.

You are regarded as having "purer" blood compared to all of us, with all your dignitaries and sovereignity, yet you showed us that you can't even be the best example for us.

These circles of Princes and Princesses need to be sent to some Khidmat Negara project, along with us the lowly paesants, so that they knew, and emphatised our everyday life.

There should be a law, which among others imposing some "qualifications" before a Prince or a Princess could be accepted into a Royal Family. They should be tested with services to the people and the country.

For example, every Princes should enroll into "special military schools for the royals" right from their teenage life up until they graduated.

Every princesses should be sent to some "Islamic institution for the royals" so that they be more adhered with the Syariah law.

And before they were ever crowned as a Royal Family, they should serve as a civil servant for at least 1 year.

Whatever it is, we are just lowly paesants, we don't even have the right to talk.

F1 1 Malaysia?

This is plain stupid. Period.

The worst ever decision by the Malaysian government under the reign of Najib.

The running cost is estiomated to go from Rm60 million to Rm300 million per year.

And I don't have to finish my ACCA papers to figure out how much schools and hospitals could be built with that much amount.

And I don't have to earn some Economics Degree from some fancy UK institution to figure out that most Malaysians won't even benefit from this investment.

Think about those Orang Asli kids who can't even make a decent living, yet their homes are being chopped down to make way for some development project.

Think about those Penans, Ibans, Muruts, Kadazans, Bidayuh and so on who lives in some of the most remote area in the world, with no proper education, water, electricity and even irrigation system.

Think about US. Malaysians in every sense of life from the hawkers in Jalan Alor, to the bartenders in Jalan P Ramlee.

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EFFING LORD!!!!

An Indonesian maid was in a Hong Kong jail Thursday awaiting trial for mixing her menstrual blood in a pot of vegetables she was cooking for her employer. Indra Ningsih, 26, allegedly told police afterwards she mixed the blood into the meal in a superstitious effort to make her Chinese employer "more amiable and less picky" towards her.

The maid was arrested Tuesday and charged at a hearing Wednesday with administering a poison or other noxious substance with an intent to injure. She was remanded in custody until May 13.

Ningsih was arrested after her employer peered through the kitchen door and saw her acting suspiciously as she cooked vegetables for lunch.

When the employer checked, she found a blood clot-like substance mixed with the vegetables and a used sanitary napkin in the kitchen bin, according to a report in the Hong Kong Standard newspaper.

Prosecutors said that Ningsih told police her employer had been unhappy with her performance since hiring her last July and constantly scolded her.

She told police she mixed the blood with the food because she believed it would improve their relationship and make her employer kinder to her, according to prosecutors.

In 2008, a court in Saudi Arabia jailed two maids from Indonesia and the Philippines for four months and sentenced them to 250 lashes each for putting urine and menstrual blood in their employer's tea.

Another Indonesian maid in Hong Kong was jailed for three months in 2007 after being convicted of adding urine to the drinking water of her employer, believing it would make the family treat her better.

More than 200,000 women from the Philippines, Indonesia and Thailand work as live-in maids for families in Hong Kong, doing housework and child care duties for a government-set minimum wage of around 450 US dollars a month.

Viva Forever, My Friends...

Do you still remember,
How we used to be,
Feeling together,
Believing whatever,
My love has said to me,
Both of us were dreamers,
Young love in the sun,
Felt like my saviour,
My spirit I gace you,
We'd only just begun...

Hasta Manana,
Always be mine,

Viva forever,
I'll be waiting,
Everlasting,
Like the sun,
Live forever,
For the moment,
Ever searching
For the one...

Yes I still remember,
Every whispered words
The touch of your skin,
Giving life from within,
Like the love song that I'd heard,
Slippin through our fingers,
Like the sand of time,
promises made,
Every memory saved,
Has reflections in my mind...

Back where I belong now,
Was it just a dream,
feeling unfold
They will never be sold,
And the secrets safe with me...