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Happy Easter everyone!!! And happy birthday to me
Thank you all for your well wishes… *feel loved*



I am officially old! On the other hand, I felt that I have come a looong way

Apparently, some people whom I expected to have wished me…

Did not do so.

I recalled some years ago, I would be really sad and depressed

That they have forgotten one of the most MAJOR event to me…

TO ME.

I would go to them and tell them that they had forgotten it

And I am not happy and how and why they have been such an idiot.



That was me then.



Seriously, the fact that people can remember your birthday should be a gift,

Not a must.

People have better things to care about.

TO ME, it may be the most MAJOR, but why am I being so selfish.

Never had I considered how they think and feel about it.

For sure I had never forgotten their birthday and is always

THE first one to wish.

For sure I thought that we shared moments that are significant to each other.

Yet, I had neglected their situations.



They may just have forgotten it. Simple as that.

Yet, many times I had been a real diva and even blamed myself…

I know, it sounded really pathetic, but this year, I have grown up.



I want to appreciate people just as they are…

I want to focus my energy on things that I have neglected in the past.

Stop brooding about childish nonsensical things such as these.



It reminds me of the very quotable quote ’Get a life!’

Like serious I finally gotten over it and got myself some redemption.

It was part of me but I am finally willing to let it go.

I hope that some emo depressionista who is feeling so fed up,

Disappointed, sad, depressed that their friends did not wish them

A big fat ’HAPPY Birthday’ is reading this.. cos I was one of those.



I love those that had not or had wished me,

But I’ll make sure I’ll keep the latter closer.

Teehee.

Life of a Fag Stag

So I am baggggg


I have come to a stage in my life where I realised that I am maybe a Fag Stag… well what is a fag stage?



Well, according to http://www.definition-of.com/fag+hag : A fag hag, which is a female version of a fag stag is:

A straight woman who keeps company with homosexual men, either because she prefers the sensibilities of gay men or because she enjoys the freedom of being able to relax, play, and dress up as she likes, without worrying about men constantly sizing her up sexually and hitting on her.



So a fag stag is a male… go figure…



Ok let me dig deep….

Since Primary school, I have this great great friend… whom is rather ’controversial’ in his behavior. We are best buddies!! Despite the many girls that were attracted to me, despite my this big crush on this girl, we were quite inseparable. Brotherly love and innocence of the youth, to put things into perspective…. Then he left for ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Poland and never came back. Subsequently, we lost contact and I moved onto Secondary school.



There I met another great friend… one that I can depend on to part the sea in times of need… literally. It was obvious to everyone that Mr. Part the Sea is someone a queen… still we remained great friends, and became my confidante though my four years of secondary education…



Then I migrated to Australia and since we were separated by the sea and he well, in reality cannot part such a big sea, we had to down grade our great friendship to just a good friend. However, as a Fag Stag, it will be a jiffy till another fairy step into my life.



Truly, along came Fairy and we are best mates now… funny thing is all 3 of them are so alike… they talk the same manner, they act the same and they treat me the same way.. its as though they are one… Not quite the Trinity but similarities are so uncanny.



Well, does this mean I am just plain lucky to find friends with traits whom I’ve always appreciated or is this a classic sign of a Fag Stag?? Well I cannot deny the freedom and relaxed mood of someone whom I know have no sexual intentions or those things that can sink a friendship although they may be gay. I guess true stamped and ironed out platonic relationship keeps the devils away. Still, its quite a mystery to me how it can be so coincident… Perhaps I can only be sure about it if it happens again in the future…



Editor’s P.S.: Many people have asked me about my sexual orientation… am I gay, am I not gay?? Well, let’s just say that in the past when I was younger, I have wondered if I am attracted to men… and I *ahem* did my homework… and found out that I am pretty damn straight. That doesn’t stop me from making friends that are gay for purely platonic reasons.