<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19711586</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:51:04.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuching Queer As Folk</title><subtitle type='html'>The place that's asking questions regarding gender and sexual identity, religious belief, political orientation and the individual in Kuching. A young man trying to reconcile his inner feminine side - and society's reaction to him - with his inner feelings. Telling the story through a series of scenes, poems,and dialogues, the writing doesn't answer all the questions it poses, instead hoping to stimulate reflection on the part of the readers.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IFcukGuys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312226611739153045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/1600/2e04.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19711586.post-113929360167954611</id><published>2006-02-06T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T22:26:41.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fuck the WORLD</title><content type='html'>Fucking GOD,&lt;br /&gt;First you gave me a heart to love, then you give me my sexual pleasure. Then you sent me someone to love and you took him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont deserve all this shit. I really dont. I dont like you GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I';ve been serving you for years, my whole life and you never even smile to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to believe that it's a test. I used to see at the bright side. But i do realised that there's no more bright side for me. I dont like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time. I've done my best. I really was. And yet, you kept on giving me all these bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe in you o' Lord, for this i blamed this all on you. I do believe that you have the power to make everything as what you want it to be therefore, i do not dare to question you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have such power then why do you leave us alone, leaving me in pain and agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not do any harm to other people. I was trying my best to keep myself and people around me happy. I do not see the bright side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  white is so clean, why do you invent darkness? If love is so pure and sacred then why do you despise us and why do i feel like a prisioner in my own body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'GOD, this is my prayer on behalf of other people out there who're experiencing the same situation with me. I cant show you my heart because I know that its your creation. I can show you my anger because you put it in me. I can show you love ....but I never taste any...why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19711586-113929360167954611?l=kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/113929360167954611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19711586&amp;postID=113929360167954611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113929360167954611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113929360167954611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-fuck-world.html' title='I fuck the WORLD'/><author><name>IFcukGuys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312226611739153045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/1600/2e04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19711586.post-113824104150130021</id><published>2006-01-25T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T18:05:32.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful disaster - Kelly Clarkson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He drowns in his dreams&lt;br /&gt;An exquisite extreme I know&lt;br /&gt;He's as damned as he seems&lt;br /&gt;But more heaven than a heart could hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;And if I try to save him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;My whole world would cave in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;It just ain't right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Lord it just ain't right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh and I don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I don't know what he's after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;But he's so beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;He's such a beautiful disaster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;And if I could hold on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Through the tears and the laughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Lord would it be beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Or just a beautiful disaster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;He's magic and myth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;As strong as what I believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;A tragedy with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;More damage than a soul should see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;But do I try to change him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;So hard not to blame him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Hold me tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Baby Hold me tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh and I don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I don't know what he's after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;But he's so beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;He's such a beautiful disaster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;And if I could hold on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Through the tears and the laughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Would it be beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Or just a beautiful disaster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm longing for love and the logical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;But he's only happy hysterical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm searchin' for some kind of miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Waited so long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I've waited so long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;He's soft to the touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;But frayed at the ends he breaks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;He's never enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;And still he's more than I can take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;oh and I dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;i dont know what he's after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;but he's so beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;such a beautiful disaster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;and if i could hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;through the tears and the laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;would it be beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;or just a beautiful disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;he's beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;lord he's so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;he's beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19711586-113824104150130021?l=kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/113824104150130021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19711586&amp;postID=113824104150130021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113824104150130021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113824104150130021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/2006/01/beautiful-disaster-kelly-clarkson.html' title='Beautiful disaster - Kelly Clarkson'/><author><name>IFcukGuys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312226611739153045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/1600/2e04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19711586.post-113737708224112747</id><published>2006-01-15T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T19:00:59.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good friend of mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My friend is attached with a good looking guy from XXXXXXX. They're the best gay couple i've ever known They've been together for quite long and I'm very sure that they'll be together till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was having problem lately. He's so down and he didn't even get a proper sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kuching, the only problem of being a gay relationship is to be recognized by the society. In my friend's situation, it's different. He's an open gay (at least to certain people that he trust) and since they're in a relationship, they started to tell each other's family about the sacred relationship. This is a very touching story. Luckily both family are ok with it and they all respected them. They leave together like a normal lucky family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is so lucky. Normaly white guys are only coming here to shag. I've found out from them that they were in contact, firstly via internet. After been chatting for 3 months, my friend took a flight ticket to Brisbane to see his bf. Since that day, they fell deeply in love with each other....and that was few sweet years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas, they went back to XXXXXXX to visit his bf's family. I've been in contact with them most of the time and they seems to have problems. XXXXXXX is a hip and happening place, and its impossible for them to every complained to me that they're bored., unless something happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn right, my friend returned to Malaysia last week alone. He was not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, the problem is not to be accepted as a gay couple BUT...they bf's family didn't quite like him. They're OK about this 'gay' thingi, its just that my friend is Asian furthermore, they bf is rich and having 8 years older than him. They bf's family were looking at him as if he's a 'money boy'. Now, my friend is very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most common problem when you're Asian and your bf is white. They always look at you as someone with big potential to do bad things on them. If my friend is reading this, just to let him know that we're always here for him and that his bf really loves him, so he doesn'tr have to be scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if his bf is reading this, he's the nicest man that I've ever known. If the society in XXXXXXX cant accept the two of you, come back here, this is your home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19711586-113737708224112747?l=kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/113737708224112747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19711586&amp;postID=113737708224112747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113737708224112747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113737708224112747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-friend-of-mine.html' title='A good friend of mine'/><author><name>IFcukGuys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312226611739153045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/1600/2e04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19711586.post-113644773829466857</id><published>2006-01-04T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:55:38.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m not in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So don’t forget it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s just a silly phase I’m going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And just because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I call you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don’t get me wrong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;don’t think youve got it made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m not in love, no no, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;it’s because....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I like to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;But then again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;That doesn’t mean you mean that much to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So if I call you don’t make a fuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don’t tell you friends about the two of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m not in love, no no, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;it’s because....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I keep your picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Upon the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It hides a nasty stain that’s lying there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So don’t you ask me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;To give it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know you know it doesn’t mean that much to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m not in love, no no, it’s because....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ooh you’ll wait a long time for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ooh you’ll wait a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ooh you’ll wait a long time for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ooh you’ll wait a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m not in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So don’t forget it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s just a silly phase I’m going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And just because I call you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don’t get me wrong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;don’t think you’ve got it made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m not in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m not in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19711586-113644773829466857?l=kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/113644773829466857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19711586&amp;postID=113644773829466857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113644773829466857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113644773829466857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-not-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m not in love'/><author><name>IFcukGuys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312226611739153045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/1600/2e04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19711586.post-113575393702628216</id><published>2005-12-27T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T23:12:17.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second day of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/1600/bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/320/bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s second day of Christmas and I went to pick him up. I was a bit tired with loads of things to do at home. Since he insist of me bringing him for a walk, I just agreed. I’m glad that during this special occasion, I can spend time with the person I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked him up from his house, then he told me that he would like to bring me to his friend’s house for a Christmas visit. His house is not so far away from his friend’s house, so we decided to go visiting first before we go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to his friends house and it was packed. So we decided not to stay there for too long. We left shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopped, he told me that he wants to his friends again. He wants me to follow him again. I insisted of going home. Then he said the magic word “I have no problem in going alone, I just want you to come with me because I want to introduce you to my friends so that they will know you and you’ll get to know them”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this, I said “yes”. That is like the sweetest thing he ever told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that make me angry….his friend (a girl) kept on admiring his butt and kept on hinting him and leading him to her bed room. On the way back, she slapped his ass….Doesn’t seems painful, but sure is painful to me hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19711586-113575393702628216?l=kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/113575393702628216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19711586&amp;postID=113575393702628216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113575393702628216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113575393702628216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/2005/12/second-day-of-christmas.html' title='Second day of Christmas'/><author><name>IFcukGuys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312226611739153045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/1600/2e04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19711586.post-113497638024480119</id><published>2005-12-18T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T23:13:00.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My odd couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/1600/gay_couple_hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/320/gay_couple_hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was checking my phone book, sending greetings to friends and relative and not forgeting my queer group of friends, saying Merry Christmas to all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did had some short conversation with some of them. And everytime when I'm asking how will they celebrate this jolly season, they were replying me with the same thing --seeing my boyfriend, celebrate it with my boyfriend or whatsoever relating to boyfriends. Cant I find at least one of them without boyfriend? What's wrong with the world today? Or rather what's wrong with me? Gosh...I'm so much better than any of them, yet i'm still single till now. Maybe I need to improve my behaviour this coming new year. Then again...i'm so much better!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing someone but he haven't show any response that he would want me to be more than a friend. When I asked him whether he 'sayang' me? He said "yes, as a friend". And when i asked whether he loves me? He said "yes, as a friend". I do sense something more than a friendship between us but maybe its just too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, myself is not really sure whether its safe to put all my feeling on him. He's been with me before, and he's been gone, and now he's back. I just cant help it that he'll be gone again one day. To tell you the truth, and as not to lie to myself, I'm drifting towards him and I might be already in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih.. 10 person wants to be your boyfriend but you doesn't like any of them, why cant just give me this one that I like instead of the 10 that i DONT like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to be like others, feeling the heart of the person I love everyday (even thou not physically but at least in my heart) and waking up early in the morning with someone holding my crotch (ooppss.... sorry that's not what I meant :P)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/320/couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I mean waking up early in the morning with someone in my mind and to look forward for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19711586-113497638024480119?l=kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/113497638024480119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19711586&amp;postID=113497638024480119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113497638024480119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113497638024480119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-odd-couple.html' title='My odd couple'/><author><name>IFcukGuys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312226611739153045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/1600/2e04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19711586.post-113497557479873808</id><published>2005-12-18T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:59:34.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/1600/hiina04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/320/hiina04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture while searching for other pictures. I cant relate this picture to any of my post, simply just want to share it with the readers. I just dont know what to say about this picture....I like it or I dont, but for sure, I like those naked guys haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19711586-113497557479873808?l=kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/113497557479873808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19711586&amp;postID=113497557479873808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113497557479873808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113497557479873808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-sharing.html' title='Just a sharing'/><author><name>IFcukGuys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312226611739153045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/1600/2e04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19711586.post-113470124125539887</id><published>2005-12-15T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T21:55:28.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The song that makes me cry</title><content type='html'>Some songs makes me feel horny, some makes me wanna dance. But this one always makes me cry, because it reflects my life. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/320/LinesMirrorMan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: &lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Christina%20Aguilera%20Lyrics.html"&gt;Christina Aguilera Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Reflection &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may think you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who I really am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you’ll never know me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every day, is as if I play apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I seeIf I wear a mask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can fool the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I can not fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who is that girl I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Staring straight back at me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who I am inside? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a world where I have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hide my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And what I believe in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will show the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What’s inside my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And be loved for who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who is that girl I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Staring straight back at me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is my reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone I don’t know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must I pretend that i’m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone else for all time? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who I am inside? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There’s a heart that must&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be free to fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That burns with a need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To know the reason why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why must we all conceal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What we think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How we feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must there be a secret me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m forced to hide? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won’t pretend that i’m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For all time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will my reflections show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who I am inside? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19711586-113470124125539887?l=kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/113470124125539887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19711586&amp;postID=113470124125539887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113470124125539887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113470124125539887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/2005/12/song-that-makes-me-cry.html' title='The song that makes me cry'/><author><name>IFcukGuys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312226611739153045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/1600/2e04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19711586.post-113469913065689549</id><published>2005-12-15T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T20:24:10.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kinda foreplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To me, foreplay is a fundamental part of the whole lovemaking experience. Most men &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/1600/better_foreplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/320/better_foreplay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;experienced in sex will agree that the best sexual encounters should include long and sensual foreplay. A more attentive form of foreplay will bring increased pleasure to both partners, and make any sexual experience more satisfying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both partners need a little extra spice to get fully aroused and achieve maximum pleasure. We do need to prolong foreplay to get an erection. There is no such thing as spending too much time on foreplay. The trick is to start intercourse when both partners are fully aroused and having a hard time controlling their desires from foreplay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreplay includes a range of activities such as undressing, kissing, petting, and oral sex; but you can add your own thoughts to the list. Sensitive foreplay is so important to good sex because it will help both partners enjoy sexual intercourse more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as the definitive foreplay; it is not about pressing the right buttons in the right order. It is about understanding what makes your partner tick and supplying those things that make the experience exceptionally pleasurable. There are many ways to give your partner extreme pleasure, and it all begins in the brain. Compliment their appearance or other attributes, especially if they have a low confidence level; show them that you care about them and what they enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating the right environment for sexual intercourse is all about paying attention to the details, which is especially important at mature stages in the relationship. For example, make sure the room is warm, the lighting subdued, and the appropriate music is playing. Once the mood is right, take the time to undress each other slowly, because the act of removing your partner's clothes can be an important part of successful foreplay. Many find that undressing increases the eroticism - stimulating and intensifying the feeling. For me, whenever I have sex in the car, it gives me pure pleasure. Just imagine, touching each other in that dark and small room, and you cant do more but just to imagine how your partner will look like without anything on, which you cant actually achieve when you’re doing it in the car. That’s where your mind begin to imagining things. That’s a good foreplay for me before we reached our heading destination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Usually go slow; begin by kissing and caressing. A kiss is usually the first physical expression of love and desire, but it is also often forgotten during sexual intercourse. During intercourse, kiss the different parts of your partner’s body, and don’t be restricted solely to the mouth. Sometimes I complained that my partner don't kiss long enough and rush the movement directly my genital area. Some might be shy to experiment on every part of the body . I love to prolong the foreplay with more kissing and caressing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just changed my profile picture, I would love to show the front part, but I’m just giving a visualized type of foreplay. Just to make you imagine how does my front part look like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that only by communication can we understand what is required to improve, and that practice makes perfect! Call me for some practices :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My favourite unforgetable foreplay was the one I was having in Santubong Resort, showering together or more like hitting the bath tub together. Lay down on his chest while our sexual private parts are reaching each other. Putting my ears on his shouder while listening to his heart beat and trying my best to make it in rhythmic patern with my heartbeat. When I asked him what is he thinking of , he replied "I'm thinking of when are we going to do this again" and I was replying jokingly " I'm thinking of where to do this again, because i cant afford to get a hotel room like this all the time" But actually, I was thinking "If only I can rest my head on this chest again, forever..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yah...he'll remember that one aswell :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19711586-113469913065689549?l=kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/113469913065689549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19711586&amp;postID=113469913065689549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113469913065689549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113469913065689549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-kinda-foreplay.html' title='My Kinda foreplay'/><author><name>IFcukGuys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312226611739153045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/1600/2e04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19711586.post-113439323319845075</id><published>2005-12-12T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T05:13:53.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant complain much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I ever wonder if I can change from gay to straight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever wonder if lasting change is really possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imagine how great it would feel to resolve my Unwanted Same-Sex Attractions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you ever wonder why there’s so much debate around the issue of homosexuality?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How would you find yourself related to me, the person who has just announced, "I’m gay"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our society, its is impossible to make it an open issue because it's just to impossible to gain trust and respect once again.  Who Doesn’t Long To Be Loved And Respected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I feel like my hands are tied and the best I can offer is my questionable support? Wondering if I’ll ever be able to have a real heart to heart conversation with the society  again if I'm the one who said "I'm gay".&lt;br /&gt;So  how will they respond?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Is there any hope that can be offered the me as gay?  Are homosexuals born gay or are there some causes of homosexuality that can be healed? Some would believe that the only response is one of acceptance.  Others would have believe that the other response should be one of harsh, judgmental criticism.  I believe there is another alternative which needs to be explored in order for other people to struggle with homosexuality to find true peace with People Like Us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that you never know about me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've been through in order to be able to share this confession.&lt;br /&gt;Can they process the news without being angry or judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that I've been struggling right now?&lt;br /&gt;I bet you do, or you wouldn’t still be reading. Yet while you’re wondering how to best respond, I'm drifting away and you’re wondering if there is any hope that I will change or if I will ever have a meaningful relationship with you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Worried About Loosing The Relationship With The Person You Love And Thought Your Knew?&lt;br /&gt;If the answer is yes, you’re not alone. The fact is that the public debates over homosexuality have left many of us confused and feeling hopeless or worse yet, helpless! As time passes, it seems that your hopes of ever being intimately involved in your loved ones life is waning. The chasm between you is increasing. You don’t understand what he or she is going through and you feel helpless to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19711586-113439323319845075?l=kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/113439323319845075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19711586&amp;postID=113439323319845075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113439323319845075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113439323319845075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-cant-complain-much.html' title='I cant complain much'/><author><name>IFcukGuys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312226611739153045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/1600/2e04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19711586.post-113436147722813647</id><published>2005-12-11T20:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T04:35:50.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kennysia.com</title><content type='html'>Thanks to the comment posted by Thegod, I saw my page was linked by kennysia.com. I didn't mean to offend anyone and now its featured his this famous blog. I have to get rid of few posts because my brother is a faith reader of Kenny's blog. I'm sorry readers... and yeap..my viewers are increasing. Please get rid of my link. BTW..what are you doing in this gay site? I changed my web add. i dont feel comfortable being linked by such a popular blogger. My counter check shows that i received 237 viewers since this morning. I got a feeling that the whole Kuching is reading my blog. This has nothing to do with being angry with whoever. I'm jsut changing the add to start a fresh start. I'm a lover not a fighter. I'll run away from trouble while still can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19711586-113436147722813647?l=kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/113436147722813647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19711586&amp;postID=113436147722813647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113436147722813647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113436147722813647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/2005/12/kennysiacom_11.html' title='Kennysia.com'/><author><name>IFcukGuys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312226611739153045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/1600/2e04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19711586.post-113435829226569324</id><published>2005-12-11T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T04:35:36.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to Miri</title><content type='html'>I'm back in Miri. Miri is a new City. Its cleaner than Kuching. Actually a bit smaller than Kuching, but because of the population patern, it looks like as if its more developed than Kuching. I miss Kuching. I went to MC3 again on Saturday. And I saw those three ladies (dancers). I think that place is going to make it big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, cant think too much of what you left behind. I will be in Miri for few more days. and I have to make to fullest out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite, My friends and I went to the beach. Not really the kind of beach that I would like to swim at. Along the road to the beach, we can see big bungalows. So..this is where all those rich Sarawak Taicoon been hiding. The places are gigantic BIG. Damn, if I'm that rich, I could've just get anyone and get laid day and nite, day and nite..huh..untill my angkle shaking with joy..hahaha... judging on the big houses, I guess my stay in Miri aren't going to be boring at all. I might can find more interesting people here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't go to the pubs yet. I'll be back with more updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19711586-113435829226569324?l=kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/113435829226569324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19711586&amp;postID=113435829226569324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113435829226569324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113435829226569324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-trip-to-miri.html' title='My trip to Miri'/><author><name>IFcukGuys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312226611739153045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/1600/2e04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19711586.post-113410561953550254</id><published>2005-12-08T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T04:34:50.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Welcoming Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reminder: No doubt that this is not going to be as interesting and as steamy as the real Q.A.F. but hey, what do your expect from a gay life in Kuching?&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/1600/folk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/320/folk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrigued by some of my gay friends in Kuching, finaly I'm having my own gay blog. A place where I can release my dark side of which not so many people would like to do in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was sitting in a coffee Shop with 3 PLUs. They were talking about all the famous bloggers in Kuching. We stumbled accross the account made by someone to framed Kenny Sia or maybe it was him, himself being a closset gay. Then they said to me " hey, you're such a slutty, welknown to be the most fuckable guy in town (even thou I'm a virgin), why dont you make a blog of yourself and talk about your experience. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now here I am making a new revolution in our gay cultural in Kuching. Some might like me, some might despised me, and some might be pretending to hate me but the truth is, there are gay factor in everyone's body. So if you cant break it loose, why dont you sit down and enjoy yourself in this so-called going to be number one daring blog evar in Kuching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19711586-113410561953550254?l=kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/113410561953550254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19711586&amp;postID=113410561953550254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113410561953550254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19711586/posts/default/113410561953550254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kchqueerasfolk.blogspot.com/2005/12/welcoming-note.html' title='A Welcoming Note'/><author><name>IFcukGuys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312226611739153045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5033/1956/1600/2e04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
