In good times, in bad times I’ll be by your side for ever more -

Living in the city is a scary thing. People i’ve met along the way, they all have left their mark like concrete shadows in the corner of my mind. Some may have start to fade but they’re just never gone and some have managed to urinate along the sidewalks in the back of my head. The stench is bearable but sometimes i find it hard to breathe. I’ve been reeling snapshots out of my memory like a black and white slideshow. When they say misery loves company, i can safely say – yes, company – i have many. Especially these days when every sunny day seems to flash from tungsten to sepia before noon.

I’ve been hearing anecdotes and stories of the years that was. I’ve dragged a few good friends into a roller rink emulating not Jessica Simpson but that hot housewife who was desperate for the little boy gardener. Skates are fun, blades are faster. It has been the single most fun time i’ve had throughout a troubled year. I laughed till my belly ached, i laughed till i cried! Playing tag is not good for the body (or knees) but good for lifting spirit. Who else would have signed up for an instantaneous fun but Malizah? Ok so Warren and Henry joined later after much pleading. And after that, all else was just pleasing.

I’ve been hearing words of inspirations. Or some should have been inspirations but it just bogged me down a few more feet closer to centre of the earth. Maybe i’m not looking for encouragements, i’m just looking for a distraction. A major distraction. God does have answers to my prayers and he made sure i get it before the dawn of christmas morn.

A chance to dream again. And dream i did. My sleepless nights stops, my smiles stop fading, my heart starts talking again.

Living in the city is a scary thing but when you find the few brave ones who have hearts big enough to let you in, it isn’t so bad after all.

I call them

Friends.

The White Ribbon

 

The white ribbon campaign is something new to me.

Yes I don’t read the paper much. When yr working in my line, we are subconsciously forced to read things one normally skips through (competitor’s advertisment)…

yes tis sad

tis true too.

Here is a guy who’s making things happen, right here on our shores… Vernon Emuang.

While most of us live in a fairy tale of ‘not-enough-money’ depression, there are those who went through a great deal more than we did. The white ribbon campaigns violence against women. Correction: the white ribbon campaigns ‘Men working to end Men’s violence Against Women’. Violence Against Women IS Older than the oldest profession in the world, Vernon urges men to join the white ribbon crusade. Say its uncool is not correct. Saying you believe its not right, is TWRC.

So boys, i urge you all to go, bring your quill and sign up.

To understand more about it, read it at Vernon’s My White Ribbon Campaign

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sources from Vernon’s My White Ribbon Campaign

sick my duck!

Sick My Duck Ad for an English Language school is spectacular. i’ve been feeding myself visually today – thumbing through the books of winning print advertisments. i’ve not finished thumbing through – but i like this one so far…

While i’m in my browsing mood, i’d like to say – Thank you Shan! for introducing tshirt hell

I like this one…

hehe

Food for thoughts? Thoughts for Food?

Here’s some food:

transitive

pictograph

verbalization.

Story of My Life

lyrics – unfaithful

to the better times!

Will Q’s birthday.

Around the same time my life exploded onto the social scene.

picture courtesy of Vincent Paul Yong

Christmas Time

My Saturday is quite a time for reflection. Is it procrastinating, when i’m just sitting here typing on my day off, high on weed and sometimes staring into space when little clips of sad and happy memories reflects itself off my eggshell coloured walls. I was recalling Barry with fond memories. He’s no longer here, and i still wonder how he’s doing…

Thanks to PJ from A Single Dose , i started reflecting the happier times, that makes my life worth living longer than most. Read On:

You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is it’s hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true.

At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don’t really expect it. It’s like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And it’s not so important happy ever after, just that it’s happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you, and once in a while people may even take your breath away. Meredith: Grey’s Anatomy

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I love it when happy ever transpired from fairy tales to real. Every christmas and Charming Princes and Princesses. Don’t know much about mr. toothfairy cos she was not part of my childhood.

Incidentally those fairystories i would classify as my ‘Happy right now’. It doesnt ‘ever after-ed anything, it just has a transition from book to here, and redefined itself to be ‘happy right now’.

So christmas is coming, i am guaranteed a ‘happy right now’ no matter how hard things are. Thats the magic that is christmas. So no more crying, marilyn.

Wear the red ribbon

December 1st marks World Aids Day - don’t just think of pink fairies, campy Fitness-Firsts, dildo kings, nerdy poofs and Carmen Mirandas wanna-be. Forget the dyke-day-out at the Indoor Wall Climbing Marathon and ball-less scratching competition. Don’t just go mindlessly and pay rm$40 for a badaboom-body-gyrating fun at Bliss or Liquid (Bliss?! hehe). Don’t just wear the red ribbon, wear it knowing why you do. Don’t wanna be a downer but don’t wanna be cuntlips about it. But just think of all those who are living it, those who suffered and those who died to mark this day that should have never been here in the first place. Lets raise our cheap-champagne glass to toast to all the wonderful people who could only live on borrowed time; may they live to fulfill their dreams – to see that each and everyone of us help and contribute, just so they may live their lifetime.

QueerPropaganda entry: Nov 26, 2003