It was one of those sleepless nights again. It wasn't so dark 'coz the reddish light outside was freakin' intense. Besides, the window was huge. Yeah, I really wanted somethin' to ignite my soul, but not that way. So I took my pillow and blankets and walked away. Where to? Well, the night was filled with inquisitive, shining eyes that stared at the city's one and only man that was wandering 'lonely as a cloud.' They wondered why an earnest, curious dreamer who's learnign the tongue of Shakespeare would be talking to himself in the middle of the night. Was the black-eyed man one of the thousands of refugees that usually end up in the capital city without a place to take shelter from savaged countryside violence, or had he lost himself and dived into an ocean of melancholy after someone he thought he loved went to Heaven? These and many more questions inside the night's eyes popped out. All they could hear from him were shapeless words: Wilde, Dumas, and a bunch more. They could also see that the human being down there didn't mind to be in the cold at all. Indeed, I was cold, and I pretty much enjoyed that, but there always comes a moment when you realise you need your bones and flesh to be ignited, no matter how hard you work out, study or work.

I like men who I can learn from, who are really sportive (because I'm a starter in exercising,) who like reading and travelling around the world. Well, I'd just like to have some on-line friends whom I can chat mainly about gay life and fitness. If I can hang out with some of you, that'll be awesome (as long as it is geographically possible!) So far, that's it, I think.

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