Back from a long Hiatus

OK. So its been a while since i posted anything. What can i say I've been busy. Busy fighting for my career. Friends have come, friends have gone but I'm still here. It's good to be back though. I've missed you all so much.

New things in my life. I'm single again, I'm expecting a promotion and I've taken up a new interest in digital photography. Yep, I'm on the track of an amateur photographer.

But I'll keep you posted on that soon enough.

Laterz

Happiness

I want you to imagine happiness. I'm not asking for the things that make you happy, materialistic or otherwise, I want you to imagine happiness in person. Give happiness a physical manifestation. What would happiness look like to you?

In my mind, happiness is a man. No, happiness is a stud. Happiness is 6"1, he has dark skin. He has six-pack abs, a perfect bubble butt, the type only anime cartoonists can sketch. Happiness has no ethnicity, no homeland; he's not tied down to any tribe or race. He is perfect to a fault. Everything I've ever dreamt about. Happiness has Tyra Bank's height, Kerry Washington's lips, Scarlett Johanssen's face, Eva Mendes's ass, Whitney Houston's voice, Helen Mirren's timelessness and Alicia Key's soul. He is the one I truly believe is for me.

Now, I know him, I want him, he should be mine. I should experience happiness in all him glory for the rest of my life... But the truth is I may never meet him. And this is the case of the majority of mankind; I will more likely end up with his brother, Acceptance.

Acceptance is the older brother of happiness. He is the one that men settle for. He's not as fine, nowhere as elegant, and though all our lives, we crave the being that is him younger brother, we more often than not end up with him.
We do not know this at first. When we're young, we all believe happiness is our birthright. We were not brought to earth to be the companions of acceptance, why should we? After all, why settle for average? We swear on everything precious that we shall never succumb to acceptance. Acceptance is not an option in the beginning, its happiness or nothing. "He will be mine! I will love and cherish him and he will reciprocate this, letting me bask in all him splendor and magnificence!"
But then we start to age, or as those who have gone before us term it, 'mature'. We start to see life for what it really is and we slowly begin to realize that happiness is not meant for all of us. Yes, there are a select few who will tickle him fancy. Some of us will meet happiness head on and force him to bend to our will. He will submit to our advances and stay with us, sometimes temporarily, others as a life mate.
And there are some of us he will laugh off our proposals. He will haughtily turn him back on us and let us know that we're not in him league. At that time, when we think all is lost, acceptance shall embrace us. Yes, we can't have him brother, but he's still there for us. He cannot give us all the pleasures him younger sibling can grant us, but he will not leave us hanging high and dry.

Acceptance will not give me a mind blowing fellatio, only his brother will do that. Acceptance will refuse the threesome I propose, he does not indulge in that. He will let me bang though, but not how I want it. And who am I to complain, it’s him or nothing.

People go through life with acceptance. He's not what they wanted, but what they got. The man with the extraordinary football skills who ended up as a banker, the boy with the magical voice who works as a secretary, the couple who married each other for convenience sakes, the talkative chap who would be perfect for radio, but works as a computer analyst, all these people were rejected by happiness and eloped with acceptance.

Acceptance will pay the bills. He will enable us have some semblance of a normal life. Acceptance will keep us safe, provide security and keep up necessary appearances. But he can never be him brother. He cannot be or give happiness.

I'm writing this because today, after all my fighting and struggling, I fear happiness has failed to hear me. For some reason, he's just not that into me, doesn't care for my propositions. Thus, I have relented to the call of him sibling. I and acceptance have come to a mutual agreement. It hurts like fucking hell, but I think I've given in to acceptance.

I am a man however. I must cheat; it’s genetically encoded into me. So, happiness, you bitch, we're not done yet. I may currently be involved with your brother, but don't for a second think that I've given up on you. Happiness shall be my girl, whether the bitch is into me or not. To everyone one who has settled, given up on happiness and yielded to acceptance, I pray you all find more strength and forge on. Tell acceptance that this, this is NOT why we are here.

Goodnight.

For Real

Belthazar

Dear Diary,

Let's talk about relationships. Today i had a very long conversation with my ex regarding the status of our friendship. Apparently after a very long IM conversation, we (mostly he) reached the conclusion that the status of our "relationship" is my fault. This i don't get. Why do people expect me to be the one to do the calling, to do the texting, to do the visiting. But when i don't apparently, that means i've ex-ed them. Is it just me but last time i checked it takes two to make a relationship work. I mean,i'm not exactly getting calls from people asking me to hang out or just calling to say hi. I mean, if you want to be realistic i can infer that they've ex-ed me

Nigerians are too melodramatic. They read meanings into the smallest and simplest of things. I mean if a 'friend' hasn't called you for a while, shouldn't you pick up the phone and call. Lets call a spade a spade, if you don't keep in touch or make an effort to keeping touch then why should you expect others to do the same.

So to all the friends of Dorothy out there, next time you go throwing accusations about people exing you, take a good look in the mirror. You might be actually accusing yourself.

Return of the Belth

Dear Diary, I'm back! Been gone so long. Whats been up with me? So much! No more Akasha, no more Melchoir, no more Ella. I'm done with all those dudes especially Melchior. That little runt needs to try harder if he thinks he's gonna keep me down. Anyway diary some goods been happening. Guess who i'm with now? Chacha. I know, unbelievable right. I don't even understand how it happened but it did. Anyway gotta run diary but i promise to be around.

For real

Belthazar

Independence. The Only Way to Go

Hey lovelies! Melchoir here beginning his regime, making everything wrong(decided or forced) right because the truth is there is no room for sloppy, weak and non-independent gay men. That’s for darn sure!!!!

An individual’s independence is a daily refreshment that is unexplainable but radiates everywhere you go (meaning the right places darlings, we don’t want hideous mix ups now, do we?)

As an independent gay guy I can sincerely say a lot of you out there lack this primary attribute and are constantly disrespected (yes disrespected!!!). if you don’t notice or haven’t realized the reactions that are given are disrespectful, well darling’s you better get screw adjustments because you are as naïve as naïve gets.

If you haven’t realized that as gay guys, we are genetically programmed with a superiority that mandatorily includes the independent bug then I believe being gay isn’t your forte……you need to embrace your sexuality and stop jumping ropes and being the epitome of silly.

Ok! Let’s do it this way! Grab a pen and give your undivided!

Independence isn’t just about going out when you desire or being alone of some sort. Independence as a lot to do with moderation, understanding, decision, intuition, style and probably the most underrated amongst previously mentioned qualities “self worth”. Yes! Self worth! Because you have to love yourself first if you want to be left alone with your serenity and peace of mind.

Your independence is a qualification that goes beyond bachelor degrees and diplomas, if you can’t get your mind the way the average gay man should reason, you are on a long thing my lovelies……..(concerned smile).

Well , pens grabbed or not. All you lovelies and a couple uneducated bitches need to change your attitudes regarding your character and self worth because your making it hard for we independent gay guys and I for one, melchoir beginning now, will not be underrated you heard!!! Y’all may begin the thinking, as I sign-out I want each and every one of you to know “I love you” .kisses

Remember

I'm now, I'm real, I'm all of it

I'm Melchoir

Learn it, Live it, Love it. (But Don't steal it)

Hi Y'All

Hi y'all lovelies. Melchoir here. I have been going through all what Kian been writing and DELM!!!!! That boy is so full of himself. I mean, a who blog dedicated to him talking about himself, his life, his drama. That's so Boring!!! I'm sure y'all want more. Well my lovelies, that's what I'm here for. I'm here to bring some culture and life to this funeral of a blog (no offense Kian, you know I'll always love you) to make sure that you guys keep coming back for more. I could go on and keep bragging about what I'll do but I'll keep you guys in suspense for now and let you judge when the time comes.

Okay, so now this is the part where i put my famous sign out line (you know, Gossip girl's got "xoxo gossip girl", Kian's got "for real, Belthazar") so here goes mine

I'm here, I'm now, I'm all of it
I'm Melchoir

Learn it, live it, love it

New Year

Hey it's a new year. A new year means new resolutions.

So what are mine if you may ask. Well i took the liberty of populating a list.

1. Begin work out regimen: People've always told me i had a nice body. Time to take that body to the next level
2. Improve skill with Linux: This year i wanna take my proficiency with Linux to a new level. I've already got my Ubuntu partition up to speed
3. Upgrade Laptop: Figured i might as well since i've been using mine for close to two years
4. Professional Certification: I'm thinking eith A+ or CCNA
5. Get a new job preferably in IT: I think that says it all

Well i'll keep updating it and keep you guys abreast of my progress

As usual

For Real

Belthazar