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Date: Saturday, 21 Nov 2009 16:02
The Doctor was here visiting for 10 nights, right after his trip to the UK. Poor feller was having jet leg and sleeping at odd hours following UK timing. That was a blessing in disguised, him sleeping while I was away for work during the day time and both of us together when he was awake. Not sure if he spent most nights observing me sleep.
We stayed in a service apartment, Princess Pei Pei's service apartment. She was kind enough to loan it to us to use while she was away in France (hopefully) flirting away with non-housewife-beater-looking European men. The place had all the necessities we needed bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and living hall. I practically moved out of my Red Boudoir and moved in with The Doctor. There we started our life of living together.It was a blissful 10 nights.
I wake up in the morning to prepare to go to work, he was already up making breakfast and lunch box for me.
I come back from work, he was making dinner.
I wash the dishes, he was playing with Happy Aquarium.
We sat on the couch, watched the tv and talked about how our day was and what we did.
Time for bed and the day starts all over again.
Soon enough, our 10 nights ended and we said our goodbyes in the airport. It was a sad occasion but no worries, we will meet again next month for Christmas and the New Year. Goodbyes are never easy though.
I went back to the apartment again to pick up some things I left behind. The place, even though identical in every way, felt very lonely and quiet. Only traces of memories of two people cheerfully talking and laughing linger as I stood at the door looking into the apartment. Flashes of images of The Doctor standing in front of the stove cooking delicious dinner. Everything I touched resurfaces the memories when he was here but I continued packing.
As I left the apartment I thought I heard The Doctor said, "Have a good day at work dear". I turned but all I saw was an empty space. I closed the door and left the apartment.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
We stayed in a service apartment, Princess Pei Pei's service apartment. She was kind enough to loan it to us to use while she was away in France (hopefully) flirting away with non-housewife-beater-looking European men. The place had all the necessities we needed bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and living hall. I practically moved out of my Red Boudoir and moved in with The Doctor. There we started our life of living together.It was a blissful 10 nights.
I wake up in the morning to prepare to go to work, he was already up making breakfast and lunch box for me.
I come back from work, he was making dinner.
I wash the dishes, he was playing with Happy Aquarium.
We sat on the couch, watched the tv and talked about how our day was and what we did.
Time for bed and the day starts all over again.
Soon enough, our 10 nights ended and we said our goodbyes in the airport. It was a sad occasion but no worries, we will meet again next month for Christmas and the New Year. Goodbyes are never easy though.
I went back to the apartment again to pick up some things I left behind. The place, even though identical in every way, felt very lonely and quiet. Only traces of memories of two people cheerfully talking and laughing linger as I stood at the door looking into the apartment. Flashes of images of The Doctor standing in front of the stove cooking delicious dinner. Everything I touched resurfaces the memories when he was here but I continued packing.
As I left the apartment I thought I heard The Doctor said, "Have a good day at work dear". I turned but all I saw was an empty space. I closed the door and left the apartment.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Life-ish, Love-ish"
Date: Saturday, 07 Nov 2009 17:44
It took a year and the influence of Paul's constant furniture shopping spree did I decide to makeover my room into a boudoir! It all started with a red curtain. Not just any plain red curtain but red curtain with suade flower patterns. It is a pretty curtain and it quickly become the center piece of which I decorated my room around. Red is the theme of my boudoir.
Then I saw a medium sized carpet that completely took my breath away. Yes, it is red and it has a dark shade to it when you swipe it across. Two toned material. Nice! More than just a pretty carpet, it is extremely comfy to sleep on and roll on. Pretty and comfy. Pretty comfy. I really love the carpet. To make the carpet even more comfy and homey, pillows! Big or small, I need to have pillows on the carpet. So everyone can sit on the carpet, hug the pillow and chill.
I think neon white lights are such horrid lightings for a boudoir. It did not take me long to find a lovely lamp. Dragging the huge box to KL Central, a flight from KL and retrieving it from the conveyor belt was all it took for this pretty hanging lamp to arrive to my room. Lovely yellow light emphasises the redness of the room.
Still, there are a few more items I need before my boudoir is complete. A lovely low tv bench to put in front of my bed, an iMac on the low tv bench, matching red quilt set and more pillows for my carpet. This would probably take me another year to do it.
Hmmmm.
How about a red beanbag to sit on?
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Then I saw a medium sized carpet that completely took my breath away. Yes, it is red and it has a dark shade to it when you swipe it across. Two toned material. Nice! More than just a pretty carpet, it is extremely comfy to sleep on and roll on. Pretty and comfy. Pretty comfy. I really love the carpet. To make the carpet even more comfy and homey, pillows! Big or small, I need to have pillows on the carpet. So everyone can sit on the carpet, hug the pillow and chill.
My Little Red Boudoir
I think neon white lights are such horrid lightings for a boudoir. It did not take me long to find a lovely lamp. Dragging the huge box to KL Central, a flight from KL and retrieving it from the conveyor belt was all it took for this pretty hanging lamp to arrive to my room. Lovely yellow light emphasises the redness of the room.
Still, there are a few more items I need before my boudoir is complete. A lovely low tv bench to put in front of my bed, an iMac on the low tv bench, matching red quilt set and more pillows for my carpet. This would probably take me another year to do it.
Hmmmm.
How about a red beanbag to sit on?
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Random-ish, Me-ish"
Date: Sunday, 01 Nov 2009 20:00
I have never really liked Macy Gray since her debut many years ago. "I Try" was the first song I listened to in the radio and it was the "it" song. Everybody knew the lyrics and everywhere I go, they surely will be playing the song. I admit, her hair did scare the crap out of me. It is a death trap for small creatures that unfortunately fallen into her hair.
But her hair was not the reason I disliked her. I did not know why I disliked her till a few days ago when Princes Pei Pei played the song. Then this verse came up.
Little did I know, the line "My world crumbles when you are not near" is the correct line and all these while, I have been hearing it as "I wore goggles when you are not here"... At that moment, I knew why I disliked the song because "I wore goggles when you are not here" did not made any sense in the entire song and that really bugged me whenever I listened to the song.
You can tell that everyone had a good laugh when I tried to correct that line to Princess Pei Pei.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
But her hair was not the reason I disliked her. I did not know why I disliked her till a few days ago when Princes Pei Pei played the song. Then this verse came up.
I try to say goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it it's clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
Little did I know, the line "My world crumbles when you are not near" is the correct line and all these while, I have been hearing it as "I wore goggles when you are not here"... At that moment, I knew why I disliked the song because "I wore goggles when you are not here" did not made any sense in the entire song and that really bugged me whenever I listened to the song.
You can tell that everyone had a good laugh when I tried to correct that line to Princess Pei Pei.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Me-ish, Entertainment-ish"
Date: Sunday, 25 Oct 2009 19:33
Guess you can say that I have entered another phase of adulthood. I am well on my way to complete the infamous 5 C's. Car, Credit Card, Club House, Condominium and I have no idea what the last "C" is. I do not suppose it is Career? Whatever it is, I have achieved two now. Credit Card was first (bless the person who thought of it!).
And now for the second "C", a Car!
Finally my little own ride. It is not the Mini Cooper but it does the trick for me. It would be the perfect car for me if the engine has a little more "umph". It is annoying trying to overtake with this car or going up a hill.
But still I love my car very much. So far, I have washed, waxed and shined the car every weekend now. It is the monsoon season and I love driving in the rain but it is a bitch to wash of the stains from puddles of water. Stains are very noticeable against black background.
Having a car is amazingly liberating. Especially here where there are no public transportations to speak off and taxis do not run on meter. Best thing is when I am driving around and listening to music. The first CD I got is Madonna Celebration. Wonderful album I must say. No other perfect way to officiate my car.
As wonderful as having the car sounds, it comes with a price. A car is not something that can be bought with cash in hand but requires financial aid from financial institutions. So every month, I get my salary slashed to keep my pretty car. So part of life is living a life of debts?
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
And now for the second "C", a Car!
My new ride!
Finally my little own ride. It is not the Mini Cooper but it does the trick for me. It would be the perfect car for me if the engine has a little more "umph". It is annoying trying to overtake with this car or going up a hill.
But still I love my car very much. So far, I have washed, waxed and shined the car every weekend now. It is the monsoon season and I love driving in the rain but it is a bitch to wash of the stains from puddles of water. Stains are very noticeable against black background.
Having a car is amazingly liberating. Especially here where there are no public transportations to speak off and taxis do not run on meter. Best thing is when I am driving around and listening to music. The first CD I got is Madonna Celebration. Wonderful album I must say. No other perfect way to officiate my car.
As wonderful as having the car sounds, it comes with a price. A car is not something that can be bought with cash in hand but requires financial aid from financial institutions. So every month, I get my salary slashed to keep my pretty car. So part of life is living a life of debts?
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Me-ish, Life-ish"
Date: Sunday, 18 Oct 2009 12:32
In this day and age, being disconnected from the world is unthinkable. Not being able to contact a person in the stone age is understandable, not the 21st century where everyone is literally hot wired to the "network". But as Murphy said, "what can go wrong, will go wrong". Murphy's Law is a bitch, period...
It turned out my SIM card is busted... Busted on a Saturday after I paid my bills on Friday and after the lady asked, "How's your iPhone?". Very well indeed...
Try being surrounded by people while in a mall and your phone disconnected from the network. It's a very interesting experience. The feeling of disconnected despite having so many people around.
So very disconnected...
I want my connection back...
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
It turned out my SIM card is busted... Busted on a Saturday after I paid my bills on Friday and after the lady asked, "How's your iPhone?". Very well indeed...
Try being surrounded by people while in a mall and your phone disconnected from the network. It's a very interesting experience. The feeling of disconnected despite having so many people around.
So very disconnected...
I want my connection back...
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Gadget-ish, Life-ish"
Date: Thursday, 01 Oct 2009 22:44
I was right about the splint being a magnet of attraction and sympathy. I could not take a single step without the "OMG. You poor thing! What happened to you?". Naturally, I smiled and replied to each and everyone of them the same answer like playing a broken record. I should have gotten a parrot and that would save me so much time and effort to explain. Or maybe a "I got Carpal Tunnel Syndrome" sign pinned on my shirt?
But I must say, they are kind to be concerned.
My supervisors were also deeply concerned. Can I type? How fast? Does it hurt? Were all the questions flying to me. Luckily I have a partner to help me out during my healing period. Sure I can do most of the work, just that typing is a bitch and holding a mouse is trickier than trying to pick a marble with a pair of slippery flat Korean metal chopsticks...
It was a very "Sympathize QR Day".
I was filled with so much sympathy that I could not help but show some of it to some of them in my office.
Person: Oh my. What happened to your hand?
Me: Ah just Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. No fuss.
P: That sounds serious! Do you usually get this disease?
M: Uh... STD is a disease. This is a condition...
I truly sympathize...
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
But I must say, they are kind to be concerned.
My supervisors were also deeply concerned. Can I type? How fast? Does it hurt? Were all the questions flying to me. Luckily I have a partner to help me out during my healing period. Sure I can do most of the work, just that typing is a bitch and holding a mouse is trickier than trying to pick a marble with a pair of slippery flat Korean metal chopsticks...
It was a very "Sympathize QR Day".
I was filled with so much sympathy that I could not help but show some of it to some of them in my office.
Person: Oh my. What happened to your hand?
Me: Ah just Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. No fuss.
P: That sounds serious! Do you usually get this disease?
M: Uh... STD is a disease. This is a condition...
I truly sympathize...
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Work-ish, Me-ish, Amusing-ish"
Date: Wednesday, 30 Sep 2009 01:40
All week long when I was offshore, food wastes were tossed into the sea. Waste not, want not. What better way than to feed the fishes. They say looking at fishes swim about give a sense of serenity and it does. Maybe it is part serene and part amusement when the fishes fight for the food. It is good for the soul after all.
It is what I look forward to everyday to feed the fishes and watch them swim after a laborious day of work. Tossing food overboard from the platform and looking down onto the fishes chow down on lunch. Did not take the others to start fishing upon seeing swarms of fishes gathering around the leftovers. It is an easy catch after all when all the fishes are on frenzy feast.
Fish they did but it took a little ingenuity. These fishes are not as dumb as they seemed. Fishing hook must be kept well hidden in the bait. Bury the hook deep into the chicken wing or attach pieces of sausages around the hook. Fool the fish and you get dinner.
That is enough to feed a family of three but the fishes on my platform are considered small. The big fishes are on another platform and the size of it are huge! Think barbecue party for ten.
So perhaps it is part serene, amusement and amazement.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
It is what I look forward to everyday to feed the fishes and watch them swim after a laborious day of work. Tossing food overboard from the platform and looking down onto the fishes chow down on lunch. Did not take the others to start fishing upon seeing swarms of fishes gathering around the leftovers. It is an easy catch after all when all the fishes are on frenzy feast.
Fish they did but it took a little ingenuity. These fishes are not as dumb as they seemed. Fishing hook must be kept well hidden in the bait. Bury the hook deep into the chicken wing or attach pieces of sausages around the hook. Fool the fish and you get dinner.
This bugger weights nearly three kilograms!
That is enough to feed a family of three but the fishes on my platform are considered small. The big fishes are on another platform and the size of it are huge! Think barbecue party for ten.
So perhaps it is part serene, amusement and amazement.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Random-ish"
Date: Saturday, 26 Sep 2009 13:14
After notifying my supervisors of my hand and wrist injury, I think they panic and went on an overly concerned mode. They kept asking about the orthopedic diagnosis and what the prognosis is. So much so, they kept trying to reach me and finally when they got a hold on me:
SV: QR, hello. How's the hand?
QR: It's alright. Just keeping it idle.
SV: Alright. I would like you to clear your leave. Take a week off. You've been offshore for far too long.
QR: Leave? Who? What? Why? Do you have enough people in the office?
SV: Yea no worries.
Honestly, I never saw this coming from my "Rule with an iron fist" Supervisor but I am not complaining. My other colleagues are envious but they are not surprised as they dubbed me as "The Favourite". I shall gladly take the leave. Well I am already into the leave in KL! The Doctor insists that I come back so he can work his "magic healing" on my hand and wrist through some sort of endurance training that involves the bed... I am starting to doubt he's a real doctor.
My poor disabled hand.
As for the orthopedics' diagnosis, it is a mild case of CTS. I am to keep my wrist immobile as much as possible to let the nerve heal naturally. This means less autoeroticism activities with the right hand, less typing, basically less everything with the right hand. I have to be a lefty till the right hand is better. So the doctor instructed me to wear a splint.
So unglam and straight right... Why could it not be pink with glitters?! I need rhinestones and turn it into an accessory ala Lady Gaga. However it is good for one thing, it attracts attention and sympathy! Yes I bask in attention and sympathy. Such attention whore I know.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
SV: QR, hello. How's the hand?
QR: It's alright. Just keeping it idle.
SV: Alright. I would like you to clear your leave. Take a week off. You've been offshore for far too long.
QR: Leave? Who? What? Why? Do you have enough people in the office?
SV: Yea no worries.
Honestly, I never saw this coming from my "Rule with an iron fist" Supervisor but I am not complaining. My other colleagues are envious but they are not surprised as they dubbed me as "The Favourite". I shall gladly take the leave. Well I am already into the leave in KL! The Doctor insists that I come back so he can work his "magic healing" on my hand and wrist through some sort of endurance training that involves the bed... I am starting to doubt he's a real doctor.
My poor disabled hand.
As for the orthopedics' diagnosis, it is a mild case of CTS. I am to keep my wrist immobile as much as possible to let the nerve heal naturally. This means less autoeroticism activities with the right hand, less typing, basically less everything with the right hand. I have to be a lefty till the right hand is better. So the doctor instructed me to wear a splint.
Claw of The Disabled Hand!
So unglam and straight right... Why could it not be pink with glitters?! I need rhinestones and turn it into an accessory ala Lady Gaga. However it is good for one thing, it attracts attention and sympathy! Yes I bask in attention and sympathy. Such attention whore I know.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Random-ish, Work-ish, Me-ish, Health-ish"
Date: Wednesday, 23 Sep 2009 09:15
Quote Yer how nice to have a doctor for a BF unquote. Wise words from Alexander The Gay while The Doctor was consulting him work related injury claim. Milk them for all they are worth as they say but unfortunately, no good news on the claiming. No matter, I got something else just as good.
Apparently The Doctor has been making many calls about my hand/wrist injury. Starting with the medic. I gasped and almost had a fit when I heard he called the medic. He called me but I could not be reached so he asked for the medic instead. I was expecting a lecture from The Doctor and wounded the medic's ego so much that he will jump off the platform and never to be seen again. No such thing happened.
Instead, it was the Medical Officer and Houseman authoritative communication system, "do as I say or I'll spank you in front of the patients". The Doctor insists that the syndromes are consistent with CTS and I should be sent home. More work will aggravate the condition. Lo and behold, the medic said alright and I'm going home tomorrow by chopper!
Talk about a medical evacuation.
The medic till now still is not convinced it is CTS. Muscle strain or nerve problem were his prognosis from repetitive work. Does that not sound like CTS... Better still he still thinks it is possibly gout, no matter how remote the chances of me getting that.
I will go to the hospital tomorrow and meet an orthopedic for a clinical diagnosis on my poor right hand. I wonder if I need a wrist guard... Are wrist guard the "in" thing now?
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Apparently The Doctor has been making many calls about my hand/wrist injury. Starting with the medic. I gasped and almost had a fit when I heard he called the medic. He called me but I could not be reached so he asked for the medic instead. I was expecting a lecture from The Doctor and wounded the medic's ego so much that he will jump off the platform and never to be seen again. No such thing happened.
Instead, it was the Medical Officer and Houseman authoritative communication system, "do as I say or I'll spank you in front of the patients". The Doctor insists that the syndromes are consistent with CTS and I should be sent home. More work will aggravate the condition. Lo and behold, the medic said alright and I'm going home tomorrow by chopper!
Talk about a medical evacuation.
The medic till now still is not convinced it is CTS. Muscle strain or nerve problem were his prognosis from repetitive work. Does that not sound like CTS... Better still he still thinks it is possibly gout, no matter how remote the chances of me getting that.
I will go to the hospital tomorrow and meet an orthopedic for a clinical diagnosis on my poor right hand. I wonder if I need a wrist guard... Are wrist guard the "in" thing now?
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Work-ish, Me-ish, Amusing-ish"
Date: Tuesday, 22 Sep 2009 08:20
People only appreciate something once it is lost, definitely true with my thumb. No I did not loose my thumb but it's temporarily having restrictive movements and unable to handle stress and strain. Stress injury from work I reckon. Carpal Tunnel Syndrome is a bitch or so I suspect it is CTS. Repetitive motion on my right hand mainly opening metal taps for sampling crude oil, weakness while using my thumb and pain when gripping on something. Sounds like CTS.
I went to the medic for consultation and boy was I amused. I explained to him the condition of my thumb, he took a look at it and felt the area surrounding my thumb. There's a slight swelling but nothing too significant like the size of a turkey drumstick. Just a little bigger than usual and it is soft.
Maybe it is gout he said even after asking if I've been having red meat for my meals. I don't overdose myself with protein if that was what he was going at. Not like I have much use for those excess protein here anyways. I am not lifting weights to build mass nor do I have bulky muscles to sustain them... I have even attempted to suggest that it may be CTS but judging from his expression I might as well have some exotic tropical disease like Ebola...
I think The Doctor was practically rolling his eyes when I told him what the medic said. He would throw a fit at the medic if he is here. Maybe a man overboard drill too. Gotta love The Doctor for his charms.
So what does the medic do when presented a patient that is experiencing the above syndromes? Give him painkillers and tell the patient to observe the following days. Sounds like the early days of antibiotic. Fever? Here have a jab of Penicillin.
I hope my thumb gets well in the following days. Shall give the thumb a little break. What a great excuse to be idle out here in the sea and feed the fishes!
I shall stop typing now. I do not want to risk injuring it more. How am I to perform my daily ritual of autoeroticism?
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
I went to the medic for consultation and boy was I amused. I explained to him the condition of my thumb, he took a look at it and felt the area surrounding my thumb. There's a slight swelling but nothing too significant like the size of a turkey drumstick. Just a little bigger than usual and it is soft.
Maybe it is gout he said even after asking if I've been having red meat for my meals. I don't overdose myself with protein if that was what he was going at. Not like I have much use for those excess protein here anyways. I am not lifting weights to build mass nor do I have bulky muscles to sustain them... I have even attempted to suggest that it may be CTS but judging from his expression I might as well have some exotic tropical disease like Ebola...
I think The Doctor was practically rolling his eyes when I told him what the medic said. He would throw a fit at the medic if he is here. Maybe a man overboard drill too. Gotta love The Doctor for his charms.
So what does the medic do when presented a patient that is experiencing the above syndromes? Give him painkillers and tell the patient to observe the following days. Sounds like the early days of antibiotic. Fever? Here have a jab of Penicillin.
I hope my thumb gets well in the following days. Shall give the thumb a little break. What a great excuse to be idle out here in the sea and feed the fishes!
I shall stop typing now. I do not want to risk injuring it more. How am I to perform my daily ritual of autoeroticism?
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Work-ish, Me-ish, Health-ish"
Date: Monday, 21 Sep 2009 09:11
The Doctor always say I'm too nice for my own good. Not able to say no to many things and when I do say no to something, I do it ever so gently and polite with a smile. I swear I was born to be in the service industry rather than in oil and gas industry. I can so imagine myself being the star barista in Starbucks or a dolly trolley air steward.
Take my recent encounter with a Jehovah's Witness. Apparently my aunt gave my number to this preacher with the assumption I might be interested to be saved by the Lord. If only she knew I like to take it up the rear. Then again, whoever thought I am straight are deft, blind and dumb in more ways than one...
So this preacher gave me a call and I get very weary when unregistered number calls me. I picked up the call regardless and he started introducing himself and all that jazz. It was rather long winded but I endured with my eyes constantly rolling in my eye sockets. When he asked if I was interested, I said "No but thanks anyways. Appreciate it much.". Silly bottom as The Doctor puts it.
The things I do to be nice but that slight irritation was considered mild compared this.
I share a room with another offshore technician when I'm offshore. It was a typical after working hours relaxing in the room. I was playing with my iPhone and my laptop was playing Janet Seidel. I was on the bottom bunk while he was on the top bunk looking down at laptop.
Then he asked if he could take a look at my laptop and I allowed it. Nothing to hide really except some files in "Unsorted Torrents" folder. Eventually he got to that folder.
Bummer...
Maybe he won't noticed the few porn I have stashed in there but he saw it! How can he missed it with title Cream BBoys or School Boys Gone Wild and he opened one of the file The introduction video rolled in.
OT: Oh what's this?
Me: Hmmmm those aren't for you. Close close.
OT: (he fast forward the scene) Wah. Are they trans?
Me: Uh no. They're real guys.
OT: Ooooo.
I couldn't tell what his expressions were. Amazement or confusion. Maybe he knew since day one he met me? Anyhow, I left him for further exploration while I chat with The Doctor over the phone. He did open a few more, I could hear the moans of pleasure from the porn.
Silly bottom indeed...
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Take my recent encounter with a Jehovah's Witness. Apparently my aunt gave my number to this preacher with the assumption I might be interested to be saved by the Lord. If only she knew I like to take it up the rear. Then again, whoever thought I am straight are deft, blind and dumb in more ways than one...
So this preacher gave me a call and I get very weary when unregistered number calls me. I picked up the call regardless and he started introducing himself and all that jazz. It was rather long winded but I endured with my eyes constantly rolling in my eye sockets. When he asked if I was interested, I said "No but thanks anyways. Appreciate it much.". Silly bottom as The Doctor puts it.
The things I do to be nice but that slight irritation was considered mild compared this.
I share a room with another offshore technician when I'm offshore. It was a typical after working hours relaxing in the room. I was playing with my iPhone and my laptop was playing Janet Seidel. I was on the bottom bunk while he was on the top bunk looking down at laptop.
Then he asked if he could take a look at my laptop and I allowed it. Nothing to hide really except some files in "Unsorted Torrents" folder. Eventually he got to that folder.
Bummer...
Maybe he won't noticed the few porn I have stashed in there but he saw it! How can he missed it with title Cream BBoys or School Boys Gone Wild and he opened one of the file The introduction video rolled in.
OT: Oh what's this?
Me: Hmmmm those aren't for you. Close close.
OT: (he fast forward the scene) Wah. Are they trans?
Me: Uh no. They're real guys.
OT: Ooooo.
I couldn't tell what his expressions were. Amazement or confusion. Maybe he knew since day one he met me? Anyhow, I left him for further exploration while I chat with The Doctor over the phone. He did open a few more, I could hear the moans of pleasure from the porn.
Silly bottom indeed...
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Me-ish"
Date: Sunday, 20 Sep 2009 08:38
Good gosh! My dear blog has been left unattended for two months and will you look at the virtual dusts that settled on it... Resuscitating a dying blog sure is hard especially when the momentum of blogging has been lost. I kinda feel a little weird typing this post even!
This is the price I paid for being ever so busy and workaholic at work, not forgetting the constant hitch offshore for several weeks. I'm well albeit tired from constant hard day's work, be it physical labour of the ever tiring job of "tai chi" paperwork. How else am I going to feed myself, yes?
Anyhow, I have several posts lined up for the coming days. So stay tune.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
This is the price I paid for being ever so busy and workaholic at work, not forgetting the constant hitch offshore for several weeks. I'm well albeit tired from constant hard day's work, be it physical labour of the ever tiring job of "tai chi" paperwork. How else am I going to feed myself, yes?
Anyhow, I have several posts lined up for the coming days. So stay tune.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Random-ish, Work-ish, Rant-ish"
Date: Tuesday, 14 Jul 2009 08:46
Hello.
My name is Queer Ranter and I am 24 days sober.
I have not has a single drop of alcohol nor have I had a sexual encounter since. I would like all of you to join me on freeing yourself from alcohol and sexual deviants. Discover what it truly feels to be alive substance free and addiction free. Salvation is at hand.
Come my sistas. Come into the light.
Clearly offshore is getting into my head real bad...
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
My name is Queer Ranter and I am 24 days sober.
I have not has a single drop of alcohol nor have I had a sexual encounter since. I would like all of you to join me on freeing yourself from alcohol and sexual deviants. Discover what it truly feels to be alive substance free and addiction free. Salvation is at hand.
Come my sistas. Come into the light.
Clearly offshore is getting into my head real bad...
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Random-ish, Me-ish"
Date: Wednesday, 08 Jul 2009 11:15
The next morning was not filled much with exciting events. I was still too groggy to do anything. Just wished I could have slept for a few more hours. It was a very slow Saturday morning. Slow as it was, there were many things to prepare for the upcoming Christmas dinner. Those mostly involved hand and eye coordinations while our mouths constantly chattering of the latest gossips and munching some of the food that we made.
By night, the house was filled with guests. There was a theme for the dinner but it seemed that no one received the memo. I myself did not adhere to the theme. Lack of time to shop for clothes. But I was only interested in two things, the drinks and The Doctor. There was so much drinks that we had several bottles left unopened, enough for another party. I was very satisfied with the constant flow of Bailey and that made me drunk enough to start acting and talking silly.
Throughout the night, I was by The Doctor's side. The accidental glances, gentle strokes on his back and purposely resting my head on his shoulders. I craved for the intimacy from such physical interaction since that fateful cold night. It was truly public display of affection on my part.
As the night went by, alcohol started to take it's affect on everyone including The Doctor who's a sturdy drinker. Then something unexpected happened in the kitchen as I was thirstily seeking refills for my Bailey. I was alone in the kitchen and I felt someone was by the kitchen door. I turned to see and it was The Doctor. I just smiled at him and asked if he wanted a refill. He did not answer but instead he walked towards me. With his gentle hands he held the back of my head and kissed me.
What a passionate kiss it was.
The noise from the party faded away and I was in Cloud Nine. Nothing else mattered but to hold him tight. Felt like time stood still and it was going on forever but alas, slowly the noise crept in and I gained my bearings. I gazed into his eyes as he gazed into mine. What beautiful eyes they were and I felt safe in his embrace.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
By night, the house was filled with guests. There was a theme for the dinner but it seemed that no one received the memo. I myself did not adhere to the theme. Lack of time to shop for clothes. But I was only interested in two things, the drinks and The Doctor. There was so much drinks that we had several bottles left unopened, enough for another party. I was very satisfied with the constant flow of Bailey and that made me drunk enough to start acting and talking silly.
Throughout the night, I was by The Doctor's side. The accidental glances, gentle strokes on his back and purposely resting my head on his shoulders. I craved for the intimacy from such physical interaction since that fateful cold night. It was truly public display of affection on my part.
As the night went by, alcohol started to take it's affect on everyone including The Doctor who's a sturdy drinker. Then something unexpected happened in the kitchen as I was thirstily seeking refills for my Bailey. I was alone in the kitchen and I felt someone was by the kitchen door. I turned to see and it was The Doctor. I just smiled at him and asked if he wanted a refill. He did not answer but instead he walked towards me. With his gentle hands he held the back of my head and kissed me.
What a passionate kiss it was.
The noise from the party faded away and I was in Cloud Nine. Nothing else mattered but to hold him tight. Felt like time stood still and it was going on forever but alas, slowly the noise crept in and I gained my bearings. I gazed into his eyes as he gazed into mine. What beautiful eyes they were and I felt safe in his embrace.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Life-ish, Love-ish"
Date: Tuesday, 07 Jul 2009 17:15
Eventually we arrived at Paul's abode. I could not tell what was Paul's expression of the uninvited guest that we invited. He welcomed The Doctor with such grace that one would expect from Paul, such uncanny resemblance to The White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland.
While sitting on the couch next to The Doctor and watching Paul's family playing The Game of Life, Sam urged me to get closer to The Doctor. I was afraid the sudden close proximity might dismayed The Doctor but I inched myself closer to him regardless. I wanted to touch him, feel him but again something held me back. Sam forcefully took my right hand and put it on The Doctor's shoulder. Sam has always been the one to push me to take bold steps to what I wanted and I am grateful for that. I stroked him on his back and felt the warmth of his body.
Driving on the highway for three hours took a toll on me. Accumulate the driving and the fact that I only just landed few days back, I was extremely tired by then. A quick hot shower and change of lazy clothes were all I needed before sleeping. Despite sleeping on the carpet with bedsheets as covering and makeshift blanket, I slept like a baby.
That was until the temperature of the room went well below my cool climate tolerance. I began to shiver uncontrollably and curled up like a fetus. Bones quivering desperately to fight off the cold but it was to no avail. Finally, The Doctor who was sleeping next to me woke up and hugged me while stroking my body to generate heat. The quivers slowed down and I fell back into peaceful slumber in his arms.
His soft hands and tender strokes. Those were the last memory I remembered.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
While sitting on the couch next to The Doctor and watching Paul's family playing The Game of Life, Sam urged me to get closer to The Doctor. I was afraid the sudden close proximity might dismayed The Doctor but I inched myself closer to him regardless. I wanted to touch him, feel him but again something held me back. Sam forcefully took my right hand and put it on The Doctor's shoulder. Sam has always been the one to push me to take bold steps to what I wanted and I am grateful for that. I stroked him on his back and felt the warmth of his body.
Driving on the highway for three hours took a toll on me. Accumulate the driving and the fact that I only just landed few days back, I was extremely tired by then. A quick hot shower and change of lazy clothes were all I needed before sleeping. Despite sleeping on the carpet with bedsheets as covering and makeshift blanket, I slept like a baby.
That was until the temperature of the room went well below my cool climate tolerance. I began to shiver uncontrollably and curled up like a fetus. Bones quivering desperately to fight off the cold but it was to no avail. Finally, The Doctor who was sleeping next to me woke up and hugged me while stroking my body to generate heat. The quivers slowed down and I fell back into peaceful slumber in his arms.
His soft hands and tender strokes. Those were the last memory I remembered.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Life-ish, Love-ish"
Date: Monday, 06 Jul 2009 23:33
It all started when The Doctor came into picture in our blogger group. He was the new "buzz", the "it" person and the new member into the family. Eventually this news reached this part of the world and it made me wonder who this person was with all the buzz generated. I opened his Facebook account and it did generate a slight interest but nothing more than just for curiosity sake.
As time went by, more news of The Doctor came to my ears. It seemed that he was not only the "it" person in the group but also the "it" person with suitors flocking from all four corners of the world. That raised my eyebrow even more because two of the suitors I know were two close people I know Sam and McDave. Put it this way, it caused quite a stir. I awaited for more news of The Doctor and his suitors to come like wives of WW2 await news from their husbands fighting on the battlefront.
Soon enough December came and I was back in civilization for the festive season of Christmas and New Year. The other doctor, Paul, was throwing a Christmas party in Malacca. A party which I have been missing and almost missed it. Sam and I decided we should extend the party invitation to The Doctor despite us being the guests to the party. The Doctor was hesitant at first but gave into the idea with much effort in persuading.
The agreement was we picked up The Doctor from his place and went on with our drive down South. He was standing on the curb waiting when we arrived. From the look on his face, it was obvious he would have died if he had to wait for another five minutes. It was not exactly the look I was hoping for. None the less, I decided to provoke him even more by honking and calling him a woman. He was not at all thrilled by it but it got the introduction going.
Somewhere along the drive something happened. I felt a certain attraction to The Doctor sitting on the passenger seat behind me. I could not help but constantly glimpsing at the rear view mirror while driving on the highway packed with cars. He was wearing his sunnies looking out at the sceneries passing by.
I felt I may have found the love of my life.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
As time went by, more news of The Doctor came to my ears. It seemed that he was not only the "it" person in the group but also the "it" person with suitors flocking from all four corners of the world. That raised my eyebrow even more because two of the suitors I know were two close people I know Sam and McDave. Put it this way, it caused quite a stir. I awaited for more news of The Doctor and his suitors to come like wives of WW2 await news from their husbands fighting on the battlefront.
Soon enough December came and I was back in civilization for the festive season of Christmas and New Year. The other doctor, Paul, was throwing a Christmas party in Malacca. A party which I have been missing and almost missed it. Sam and I decided we should extend the party invitation to The Doctor despite us being the guests to the party. The Doctor was hesitant at first but gave into the idea with much effort in persuading.
The agreement was we picked up The Doctor from his place and went on with our drive down South. He was standing on the curb waiting when we arrived. From the look on his face, it was obvious he would have died if he had to wait for another five minutes. It was not exactly the look I was hoping for. None the less, I decided to provoke him even more by honking and calling him a woman. He was not at all thrilled by it but it got the introduction going.
Somewhere along the drive something happened. I felt a certain attraction to The Doctor sitting on the passenger seat behind me. I could not help but constantly glimpsing at the rear view mirror while driving on the highway packed with cars. He was wearing his sunnies looking out at the sceneries passing by.
I felt I may have found the love of my life.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Life-ish, Love-ish"
Date: Sunday, 05 Jul 2009 09:05
What is it about instant noodles that people around me seems to think that it is the most important bare essential food ever? Sure I have cravings once in a blue moon for instant noodles but to think it is survival food? I don't get that. Potato of the modern time? Our ancestors survived on sweet potatoes during the Communist rule and we survive on instant noodles.
I remember when I was in high school, instant noodles seemed to be the staple supper. Put the instant noodle and water into the bowl, pop it into the microwave machine and supper is ready. The instant noodle of choice back then was Indo Mee original flavour. I wonder if it's because the majority of the students were Indonesian.
I guess it's understandable when these people are out at sea. All they need is hot water and in five minutes they have a meal. Short lunch break leaves plenty more time to sleep or continue work. And for those night manning the platform, the instant noodle boxes are good enough substitute for a soft mattress. Lay the boxes on hard steel grating and you have a bed. I've heard they've fought over boxes before...
I can say working offshore has two extreme living conditions, luxurious and spartan. Luxurious living condition like on a drilling rig and spartan on the platform that only has the basic necessities but these are all a question of relative to what.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
I remember when I was in high school, instant noodles seemed to be the staple supper. Put the instant noodle and water into the bowl, pop it into the microwave machine and supper is ready. The instant noodle of choice back then was Indo Mee original flavour. I wonder if it's because the majority of the students were Indonesian.
I guess it's understandable when these people are out at sea. All they need is hot water and in five minutes they have a meal. Short lunch break leaves plenty more time to sleep or continue work. And for those night manning the platform, the instant noodle boxes are good enough substitute for a soft mattress. Lay the boxes on hard steel grating and you have a bed. I've heard they've fought over boxes before...
I can say working offshore has two extreme living conditions, luxurious and spartan. Luxurious living condition like on a drilling rig and spartan on the platform that only has the basic necessities but these are all a question of relative to what.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Random-ish, Food-ish"
Date: Saturday, 04 Jul 2009 08:45
Bulimic. Well it's just a wild speculation from one encounter. It was right after dinner time and I was in my room watching The Tudors. Two rooms share the shower and toilet. It joins the two room together but the wall's soundproofing quality is questionable. I can hear the shower like the rain outside the window. The toilet flushes like it's a blackhole sucking everything in in an instant, very loud indeed.
As I was watching The Tudors, I heard the sound of constant puking and constant flushing coming from the toilet. It didn't sound like natural puking. The intervals of the puking feels rather unnatural. No I'm no puke expert but I've done a fair share of puking on daily boats to offshore platforms to know what it would sound like.
I can still imagine the rhythm in my head.
Sticks finger in. A second of silence. Pukes. Flushes.
Sticks finger in. A second of silence. Pukes. Flushes.
That was how it was.
I was not disgusted but more curious as to why he did it, if it is true that he's bulimic. I can never bring myself to waste food like that. The food here is too good to be wasted like that. Just don't eat so much if weight is the worry factor. A little bit of everything will do.
Same goes to alcohol. You'll never catch me puking it out. Alcohol is just too good to be wasted like that. I treasure my alcohol very much.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
As I was watching The Tudors, I heard the sound of constant puking and constant flushing coming from the toilet. It didn't sound like natural puking. The intervals of the puking feels rather unnatural. No I'm no puke expert but I've done a fair share of puking on daily boats to offshore platforms to know what it would sound like.
I can still imagine the rhythm in my head.
Sticks finger in. A second of silence. Pukes. Flushes.
Sticks finger in. A second of silence. Pukes. Flushes.
That was how it was.
I was not disgusted but more curious as to why he did it, if it is true that he's bulimic. I can never bring myself to waste food like that. The food here is too good to be wasted like that. Just don't eat so much if weight is the worry factor. A little bit of everything will do.
Same goes to alcohol. You'll never catch me puking it out. Alcohol is just too good to be wasted like that. I treasure my alcohol very much.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Random-ish"
Date: Friday, 03 Jul 2009 09:15
There are many interesting things out here at sea. I got to see sea snake, turtle, lots and lots of fishes, lobsters and barnacles. Then there's always stories about waterspouts forming near the platforms but never seen one till yesterday. I wish I could say it was a spectacular sight and life changing experience but it was too far away to say so...
Still it was amazing to see the waterspout formed. The familiar nozzle shaped cloud approaching the sea and fast gushing winds flowing upwards forming a bowl shaped water curtain. Then slowly but surely the nozzle shaped cloud touched down on the sea surface. All the while when it was forming, I was in awe.
I just wished that it formed closer then I can take a photo of it as it happens.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Still it was amazing to see the waterspout formed. The familiar nozzle shaped cloud approaching the sea and fast gushing winds flowing upwards forming a bowl shaped water curtain. Then slowly but surely the nozzle shaped cloud touched down on the sea surface. All the while when it was forming, I was in awe.
I just wished that it formed closer then I can take a photo of it as it happens.
Windy day on the sea.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Random-ish, Encounter-ish"
Date: Thursday, 02 Jul 2009 23:10
Barely two weeks and I have put on a solid 2 kg despite the workouts!? This is an outrage! There is only one person to blame and that's me. Couldn't resist the food especially their western food. Pies, roast lamb, roast beef, meat loaf, meat balls and many more. The local food are pretty wicked too. You'd put on weight too if you were here I reckon.
One way to console myself, I'm convinced it is water retention or I've actually gained muscle mass on my legs. Don't burst my bubble now. I'm sure it's either one of the two.
Then today a miracle happened. I lost 800 grams! Awesome huh! Ok, maybe not the biggest achievement compared to The Biggest Loser. A glimmer of hope. Small and distant but still hope.
Must focus, my unworn newly bought trousers!
Oh and they make yummy fluffy pancakes for breakfast. Pancake and maple syrup are such a lovely way to begin the day with.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
One way to console myself, I'm convinced it is water retention or I've actually gained muscle mass on my legs. Don't burst my bubble now. I'm sure it's either one of the two.
Then today a miracle happened. I lost 800 grams! Awesome huh! Ok, maybe not the biggest achievement compared to The Biggest Loser. A glimmer of hope. Small and distant but still hope.
Must focus, my unworn newly bought trousers!
Oh and they make yummy fluffy pancakes for breakfast. Pancake and maple syrup are such a lovely way to begin the day with.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
Author: "Queer Ranter (queerrant@gmail.com)" Tags: "Me-ish, Rant-ish"
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