Sober

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

Cuddling Cuddles

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

The Blossoming

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

Tale Of The Doctor

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

Instant Noodles

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

The Guy Next Door Is...

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

Waterspout

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.

Windy day on the sea.

You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter

Lean Mass Or Fat Mass?

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

Say What?

I don't know why but people on the drilling rig are rather "angry" and always cursing when they're on the job especially the drilling floor. Fuck and shit seems to be the filler of choice whenever they're talking. It's a hardy job for them and they have to be hardy physically and mentally. To survive someone's got to be a little crazy and nuts.

Some more than others. Sometimes we just got to laugh to get it through the day.

That's not a good sign is it?

And this is my favourite. It was left behind by the contractors.

I wonder what "kerja panas" is going on.

You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter