tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40360952011-04-21T20:01:13.037Zdigital musingspixelmunkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07893684685517753936noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036095.post-1083130691900175922004-04-28T05:32:00.002Z2004-04-28T06:57:55.826Z

"Ev'rybah-dy make sum fuck-in' no-o-o-o-o-o-ise!" I had been parachuted right into the heart of an alternate KL reality, hip-hop style. It was early Friday morning - technically a carry-on from the Thursday night before. Some would argue that this still qualified as a mid-week bash; others would protest, saying that this actually marked the official start to the weekend. In either case -

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They say that sticking to the routine achieves, well, exactly that: nothing different, nothing fresh, nothing out of my daily ordinary. So it was in a spirit of sheer adventure that I decided to throw caution to the wind and accept an invitation from a friend who had arranged for not one, but two VIP tickets to the Maksim concert at Bukit Jalil. To the uninitiated, Maksim might be described as

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Spending time with an old friend whilst recently in Melbourne made me think about the rules that gay men construct for themselves in matters of friendship and love. I remember Neil saying to me at Caffe Nero's on Old Compton Street, when we were both in London back in '99, that there was no such thing as monogamous love between two men. He almost promised that I would, someday, uncover for

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I had an intriguing night out save for an early morning manic rush to secure some anti-histamines to stem the onslaught of an allergic rash due to some inadvertent prawn consumption. Shellfish aside, it was supposedly 'Boys' Night' at Frangipani's. Frangi's - as it is referred to locally - is one of the many bar-cum-restaurants that have sprouted recently in the Bukit Ceylon area. This

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--- SMS From: 07775880338 To: 07785944580 Date: 10/1/04 18:30 Go to warwick road exit for earls ct exhibition --- SMS From: 07775880338 To: 07785944580 Date: 10/1/04 18:30 If lost follow the closest Sharon, Mandy or Kelly --- SMS From: 07775880338 To: 07787700583 Date: 10/1/04 20:43 Lamarr has just been and gone and we are now wetting our pants waiting for justin

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As I fumbled around in the darkened cabin, I took in a very deep breath in the hope of allaying fresh fears of the journey I had now committed myself to. It had been twenty years since my last night train trip. Memories of rickety Malayan Railway coaches and the humid heat of 10pm departures from the dimly-lit KL station platform crowded my already exhausted mind. As I patted the strangely

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I have started to play a little game with the locals in Praha. By this game I am able to tell how cosmopolitan the city might be by the number of stares per second I manage to trigger from native passers-by. Prague isn't doing terribly well on the Cosmo-scale. This comes as no surprise, seeing that it has really only been a decade or so since the floodgates of democracy were smashed open and

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Having lost my return ticket counterfoil somewhere between check-in desk C22 and the entrance to the Stansted Airport departure lounge (which hardly stood 10 metres away), my first official week off from work for about ten months didn't exactly start off in the smoothest possible way. But then again, things aren't always exactly plain sailing with Ian Aw. Ahem. The plane was cramped, I sat

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Seeing as we are in the Cyech Republic I thought it might be appropriate that I tzpe todaz§s blog using the Cyech kezboard that I have before me. It seems that provided I don§t use too manz numbers I will remain relatively intelliglble to zou, o treasured reader. I will now tzpe the numbers one to ten on the kezboard = +,ì,š,è,ø,ž,ý,á,í,é. Get the idea_ 9the underscore was meant to be a

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I promise to blog And not to blag Clear, o clear the fog That I might be less the slag

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The utopic nature of romance, however, is something that I cannot run away from. I am almost certain that there are many others of like mind (and heart). Perhaps it was written in the stars. Perhaps it's encoded in my DNA. Perhaps I had too much time at school to daydream and got real good. In any event, there would be no Third Way if there was no Second Way. It must be healthy to dream, to push

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0h ... there's a lull in my life It's just a void and empty space When you are not in my embrace 0h ... there's a lull in my life The moment that you go away There is no night there is no day I wonder sometimes about the value of romance. Or at least romantic notions such as these. Do they add or subtract from my reality, from my life? I mean, there is no night... there is no day... ? Perchance

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Does the blog work?

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What is it with preconceptions? Sometimes they seem like millstones around my neck. I am often blind to these highly unnecessary hindrances to what one might call Realconnection. Even if I did see them I might probably think them rather nifty neck-ccessories and laugh them off without so much as a moment's hesitation! But O if I would see the many, many, subtle, subtle preconceptions (read

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font test again

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font test

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I am writing this as from the office in Shoreditch. I just needed to get a kick out of the fact that when I get home this would have been published and ready for e-consumption.

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Not so inaugural blog test.

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Inaugural blog test.

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