(Issue 26) Married

How do we define ourselves as married? Legally their is nothing to bind us together, could it be a joint ownership of a house or adopting a child and raise them like a straight couple would.

Many of us are not ready for a joint ownership of a house, although it is the thing most married couple would do. Is it because we want to have a place over our own to run to when things fall apart, but if you are considering marrying one another should this thought be in your mind?

As for adopting a child, we can never see raising a child as a gay couple would be healthy, however did we think of the abandon child's present future (education and career wise) and his life after adoption? And why is it not legal for a gay parent to raise the child, are we abnormal? Face it many straights are no as loving as gays, so why the biased against us? Is it because it is difficult for the child to acknowledge that he has two fathers? Instead can't we bring him up as two uncles? Then again knowing how vulnerable a relation might come to for us, is it wise to have a pet dog instead of a child?

How do we consider ourselves as married? Holding a ceremony with friends and family or having weekend breakfast with your in-laws? No matter what I guess we are considered marry, not when we can live together under the same roof but it is when we can't live without one another. Thumb of rule, hang on and learn to close one eye along the way. We do not have to worry because even when both of you closes one eye each, you still have two eyes looking, just hold on to each other tight (but if you still find yourselves falling into a hole, it shows you guys are not coordinated enough to walk together).

Coming to terms with (hopefully someone would marry) Me, (and so I wouldn't have to live all by) Myself and (loved to be love and provide love) I.

Singing happily to the tune: 林忆莲 - 至少还有你
如果全世界我也可以放弃
至少还有你值得我去珍惜
而你在这里就是生命的奇迹

Translation: At Least You Are Here - "I may give up the whole world
at least you are here, deserving/be worthy of my treasure/cherish
while you are here, it is the miracle of life"

(Booty Shaking 9) Elizabeth Hurley, Versace & the 90s

Event: Elizabeth Hurley & Arun Nayar Wedding
Location: Sudeley Castle in Gloucestershire England
Date: Saturday evening March 3rd, 2007

Exclusively designed Versace Atelier wedding gown was created in a luxurious ice white French chiffon and silk tulle (way classier looking than her well known, 1994's notorious black Versace dress held together with gold safety pins, which indirectly launched her career).

As expected, Donatella completed her British Muse lavish Wedding bash with lots of her creation from the flower girls (one of which is the daughter of Tamara Mellon, the creator of Jimmy Choo) and page boys (one of which the son of Elle Macpherson) to the bride's evening dress.

Elizabeth Hurley, actress/model/host/designer, must have retired from hosting Project Catwalk (Britain's version of Project Runway) for this lifetime event.

Designer: Italian Donatella Versace (took over her late brother Gianni Versace(murdered in 1997) Fashion Empire Legacy in 1998 with her first Spring Collection). Moving on from being her brother's Muse, to having her own Liz Hurley.

With comparison, after taking over the Medusa Throne for 10 years, her gay late brother still knows how to make a statement. For us guys, who can forget his Medusa men's underwear, which was the only worthy competitor to Calvin Klien's. I guess the crown her brother created was too HUGE to be carried off by anyone.

Or was it because no one in the Millennium had achieve the fashion hype of the 90s, with Italian Gianni Versace presence, New Yorker Tom Ford as Creative Director of Gucci & Yves Saint Laurent, British John Galliano as Chief Designer at Givenchy, Dior & LVMH Moet Hennessy Louis Vuitton, Paris legend Karl Lagerfeld making statements in Chanel, New Yorker Marc Jacobs making his own statement in 94' then moved to create Louis Vuitton First Ready-to-Wear line in 97' and British Vivienne Westwood lace-up platform boots in 93'(which brought Naomi to her knees).

Not forgetting the Real Supermodels - Cindy Crawford, Linda Evangelista, Naomi Campbell, Christy Turlington (these four also created a fashion most memorable history by appearing together in Gianni 91' A/W show in Milan), Kate Moss, Claudia Schiffer, etc etc etc.

Donatella Versace Spring/Summer 07:

Gianni Versace Fall/Winter 97:

(Issue 25) Label Queens

Listening to my latest favourite dance track, I feel so compel to write about Label Queens. Was I one of them or a fashion victim?

I remembered the Secondary School days during my era, many would tell you how much of a "Fashionista" we were. Jean Paul rules the men school bags and wallets while Chantal and Sonia conquer the ladies. If you think that it is overspending, you are wrong as we challenge ourselves into part time jobs or our parents wallet as things starts to get more competitive. Any Fashionista who not want to be seen carrying the same item within the same breathing space.

We actually sold our two months old Junior Gaultier bags and stop carrying bags once and for all. But Label Queenies doesn't give up that easily, we start a whole new trend of carrying paper bags instead, worshipping designers from Milan, New York, Paris and London. It was like Olympus Fashion Week at Bryant Park. Those were the fun and ignorance times, but a very expensive lesson especially during the rainy seasons.

Why do we worship these designers? Is it because our designer friends are as gay as we are, or did they paint an image inside our head that we can look like their models and their spokes-person on their ad-campaigns? Could it all voice down to a status recognition, if so is it important to differentiate the real from the sea of fakes?

I had someone complain that even her closest friend suggested her authentic Vuitton is from Ohina (a new country created by imitators as they Stamp the 'C' into an 'O'). Do we need a "TaiTai" / "Ah Lian" image or stick our noses high just to pull it off? And if we are going for the Design and not the Designer, does it matter if it is a Fake, after all it is going to stay in our "Collection Closet" once a new design is out of season?

The reason why I choose the Authentic beauty over the Fake copy is when it is a classic design that doesn't die out, therefore quality and workmanship comes first. Other that that, I would buy clothes or bags from non-internationally famous but still fabulous designers closer to home. I matured after realising how much more expensive were my disposable bags in comparison to the School fees I pay during my Secondary School Daze.

Nowadays, I believe fashion is more of an individualism statement; what you wear tells a story of your inner personality and character, as lesser are following the trend blindly. Most importantly, regardless whether Pink is the new Black or whether you still need to queue for a Berkin, just remember to keep it real to yourself, because you don't look good if you don't feel good.

Coming to terms with (Brand-conscious) Me, (Thinking twice before purchasing for the name of Fashion) Myself and (Keeping it Real) I.

Shaking my booty on the catwalk to: Jimmy James - ☆Fashionista☆
Everybody line up, The show is about to start
Places, the show is about to start
You have to show a look, have a look, or give a look
Faces, beautiful, No one ugly allowed


This is a clip for those crazy Vuitton Fans "Superflat Monogram" Japanese Commercial by Mamoru Hosoda. Song name: Fantastic Plastic Machine - "Different Colors".

(Love Tales 1) Part 7 Competition

Exclaimer: I am not the writer to this exciting story. But I am proud to introduce a Beautiful Mind and Soul, Convan. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article on my blog.

Written and Publish on Sep 26 2005, 09:59 PM

JD walked straight to Kai's cubicle, and found him chatting on the phone. He scribbled something on a post it note for Kai and headed to the Gents. JD was standing by the window, which overlook part of Shenton Way, when Kai walked in the Gents. JD turned around and asked, "What went wrong? You hung up on me yesterday and were unreachable the whole night! What have I done wrong? Who were you with last night?"

"JD, you have to listen to me and give me a chance to explain myself. You know I am attached, right? I was with my girlfriend, we are staying together. You have to give me some time to work this out." Kai stammered, he has never been this ineloquent. JD shot back, "You never tell me you are staying with your girlfriend! What about the sweet nothings you told me last night? What time do you need? It's her or me. Are you toying with my feelings? Are you trying to prove you are a great Casanova?"

"Please don't flare up, JD. You have to understand my predicament, I can't just break off with my girlfriend. I meant what I said last night, I really do like you. But I need time to sort this out with her. I have never meant to toy with your feelings. Why should I do that?" Kai pleaded. JD's heart melted when he saw Kai's pleading eyes, how he love those pair of mesmerizing eyes and he softened his tone, "I am just angry that you have never told me that you are staying with your girlfriend. I mean you were kissing me so passionately last night and we were holding hands on the journey back and you were saying so many sweet things to me but when you went home, you were sleeping with another person. How could you do that? I don't want to be a third party or being used as a tool, Kai, you have to decide what you want. I can't and won't be waiting for you aimlessly."

Kai stepped forward and wanted to hold JD when the door swung open, and Robbie stood in the doorway, looking at the awkward position of JD and Kai. "Ok, this is not the handicapped toilet right? Which means it's for public use? I hope I am not disrupting anything." Robbie said with his eyes wide open. "Robbie, you are such a pain in the ass!" JD blurted out before shoving Robbie away.

"Hey JD, I just want to tell you I am not angry with your abrasive behaviour in the Gents earlier and I don't need you to apologize." Robbie walked over to JD's cubicle once he is back from the Gents. JD took a cold look at Robbie and said, "I have no intention to apologize or whatsoever." Robbie leaned forward and whispered, "JD, don't say I didn't warn you, you are no match for Kai. If you need advice, I am just round the corner."

It was already 8.30pm when Robbie walked over to JD and smiled, "JD, you don't have to finish everything everyday, let's go for a drink, I buy you." JD looked up with his tired eyes and wondered what went wrong with Robbie, he said coldly, "Robbie, I am not in a mood to start a bitching war. We have never been on the same wavelength, why are you doing this?"

Robbie pulled a chair over and plonked his toned ass on it, "JD, this is my character. I know I am overbearing and have a weird sense of humour. I have never thought of setting myself against you. There's not a need for this animosity, moreover we are sisters. I just like to make fun of you, maybe a little overboard."

"Please Robbie, this is the last time I am telling you, I might be proud of me being gay but I am not your sister!" JD stared at Robbie and snared. "Hahaha, ok ok! So shall we pack up and go for a drink and get to know each other all over again?" Robbie laughed.

"Ok! You won. I will go with you and mind you, it's your treat!" JD said wearily.

Exclaimer: I am not the writer to this exciting story. But I am proud to introduce a Beautiful Mind and Soul, Convan. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article on my blog.

(Issue 24) Screen Pals

To everyone out there, each of us belongs to a different class of friends:
Class 1 (Boyfriend): The close and ideal guys, whom we open our heart to and hope that the love would flourish and bloom into a never-ending fairy tale relationship.
Class 2 (Soul-Mates): Those we open our hearts to but not our legs (Haa). These are those we love to hang out with to have fun all the time, gossip and laze around. But best of all, they will make time to hear you out and be there when you need them most.
Class 3 (Ex-...): They could be Exs from relationships, work or school. They are the group of friends that invite you for gatherings or send you a big red bomb to their wedding, which you had to practically drag yourself over. They are the group of friends that refreshes your childhood memories and hopefully they mention all the non-embarrassing moments.
Class 4 (Acquaintances): They might include to be your friend's friends, but basically they are classified into two types, either the "Hi-Bye friend" or those that call and message you just for a favor.
Class 5 (Screen Pal): They are better known as Pen-Pals during my younger years, when technology isn't that common. We either know this group of friends through chat rooms, forums or interactive profile correspondences. We are able to typed all our woes about our families and enemies, share forbidden gossips and secrets on closest friends, and revealed our darkest secrets to. They seems to be the perfect one to whom you can speak freely without resriction and feel the most closest to. But sometimes I would wonder why would such a friend disappear within time or later distanced after the met-up.

Sometimes we have create a scenario of a cold war for no particular reasons, they are in our long list of MSN friends whom we add and now both parties are just waiting for one other to start the conversation. Some would block them to avoid embrassement, some would clear their entire list by creating a new account.

Was is it because of high expectations of a possible relation, after all we seem to have the common foes, likes and dislike? And why is it easier to chat freely with a stranger? Could it be because, he who doesn't know you will not judge you and therefore it seems like a close link between you two, after all we are looking for an listening ear, and somethings are better understand by a stranger because they take us as a blank paper and fill an image of with the words we choose to say.

Words are cheap, and therefore it may not be the truth, nothing is absolute in this world and even it is the truth, we soon realise that there is both sides to a story. Sometimes what we see and hear may not connect. Some of us may be disappointed by the face of the unknown, forgot about the past emotional image and form a new first impression with the physical image. Others worried that they will reveal their secrets, now that he has a face to connect your stories with.

Was it the distance that provides us with the security to open up? Or are we timid to receive immediate facial or physical response? Could it be sub consiously we allow the the physical shell always comes before the emotion heart?

Coming to terms with (contradicting) Me, (Opening) Myself (up to everyone) and (uncertain what do others think of) I.

Singing to the screen to: You Don't Know Me - Michael Bublé
You give your hand to me, And then you say good-bye
I watch you walk away, Beside the lucky guy
You'll never never know, The one who loves you so
Well, you don't know me

(Surround Sound 6) Remember the Titans

Actors: Denzel Washington, Will Patton, Wood Harris, Ryan Hurst & Donald Faison.

Synopsis: In the early 1970s, two schools in Alexandria Virginia integrate forming T.C. Williams High School. The Caucasian head coach of the Titans is replaced by an African American coach from North Carolina. Tensions arise when players of different races are forced together on the same football team. Many of these tensions are eased during the two-week training camp in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. When players returned to Alexandria the players found the city in turmoil due to the forced desegregation of the high school. As the season progresses the team's success caused the community to accept the changes. After the Titans' perfect season, the team and the city were closer than ever. (Based on a True Story)

My Comments (5/5): Seen this show during my NS movie night at Taiwan, just before out final Out-Field Test. A powerful inspirational film that talks about teamwork and brotherhood, working together despite differences. I know it touched me real deep inside and tears were at nose level, but I force myself not to show emotions in front of my men, haa. It was the right show at the right moment, that relates so much to our situation then. I even remember my men humming to the tune while our long and tiring 6hrs Full-Battle Order Road March to battle objective.

Trailer:


Songs From the Movie: Steam - Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye
(This is the original singer version, the movie version has more soul power).

(Issue 23) Physical Looks

Better looking guys are a constant feast for the eyes and a target for cruising, in addition we also let them get away with the things more things that the average Joe, in most real life situations. Contrary, they are also the ones that get negative first impression on their commitment level. Is it sour grapes from the average Joes or did they spoil their own market value by charming their way to get the things they want?

I understand that most of their job nature requires a certain above the average look to 'smith' or 'sweet talk' customers into using their products or services, if so could it be the job environment that molds them into their present selves? Or were they spoiled by the large variety of choices thrown to them willing as "free samples"?

For the good looking, Will they be able to keep up with the trends of good looks to enjoy their current benefits as we moved from one age group check-box to another? Most importantly, will their negative first impression image fade away together with their charm or will the bad reputation they build up during the years stick with them forever?

I am do know a handful of better looking guys that are a pleasure to the eyes with excellent personalities, and in fact they are the victims in most cases, therefore is it fair to stereotype them, or did we let our insecurities of having a cute partner get on top of us? On the other hand, are the average Joes more likely to stray in a relation because they are not familiar with the extra attention, therefore has less self control?

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder and everyone is a door bitch to their queue of suitors or cruiser. We no longer look at the legal age limit alone for them to gain entry (into our lives, as partners or friends), and this is how nature works, initially when there is a short queue we allowed everyone in, and as the club gains it's popularity we start to have VIP excess with the average Joes wait for their turn, and as the club gets to a close full house, we set a higher standard for entry/re-entry and sometimes the ugly side of you will ignore or bitch our very first customers.

We might not be the good looking "trophy" friend everyone wants to have to boast around, and we complained about being singleton due to our lack of physical qualities, but most of us still choose to strike conversation with a guy who appeals to us physically than say, "Oh I want to know him more because he has such a good heart" on first contact.

Coming to terms with (judging and being judged) Me, (constantly improving my physical shell and spiritual) Myself and (believes that what goes around comes around) I.

Singing in the rain to: TLC - Unpretty
"You can buy your hair if it won't grow
You can fix your nose if he says so
You can buy all the make up, That man can make
But if you can't look inside you, Find out who am I too
Be in the position to make me feel, So damn unpretty
I'll make you unpretty too"

(Booty Shaking 8) Project Catwalk Season One Designs

Project Catwalk Designers showing their work at London's Fashion Week. Host and Judge Elizabeth Hurley. Also judged by British Designers Julien Macdonald & Ben de Lisi and Editor-in-Chief of Elle Magazine Lorraine Candy.

Winner Kirsty Doyle, followed by Matthew Bowkett and last but not least Debi Walker

Kirsty Doyle Collection

Matthew Bowkett Collection

Debi Walker Collection

(Issue 22) Safe sex

Is there actually safe sex? I am not talking about the physical aspect over here, but the emotional roller-coaster ride many had gone through after sex with their partners or the so called "feeling some sparks" guys. Do we blocked out all the red flags after we slept with a man? In fact many of us make up excuses, for him not even to call you after that one time so call "good connection" sex you had.

There are tons of excuses we either heard or came up with before, "He might be too busy coping with work", "He has just came out from a bad relation and need more time to sort things out", "He needs more time to talk to his present partner whom he said to lost all his feelings for", "His mobile maybe out of battery, which soon becomes he most probably lost his mobile, then becomes I think he misheard the wrong digit when we exchanged numbers", "He might be waiting for me to make a move because he doesn't know what I am interested or not" or the worst is "He is uncertain about his sexuality preference".

However, had we considered that he is simply not interested instead of making up an excuse for someone whom you do not actually known that well, just to buff your way through and not to face the rejection as a "fun affair"? Instead we belittled ourselves and then find no confidence in moving on, thinking, "What had I said wrongly? Or was it the way I acted?", and then the "Coulda, Woulda and Shoulda". Trust if he is interest he can reach you easily and everyone is just a phone call away. How unreachable can one person be with all the modern technology (example. emails) around and the great fact is that almost everyone knows anyone in this circle and there is only that few places we can be hanging around. And who can't take a minute off the 1,400 minutes we have in en entire day to call or drop a message on who sweet you are?

Then again, I do know of couples that are together emotionally over a period of time, however they call it off either after constant rejection from sex or their first sex experience (but also giving credit to those who manage to have 5 max). Also not forgetting those that will sweet talk others after they seen their profiles on the internet and want to meet them out as friends. We soon much later learned that their ultimate goal is to get into your pants and dump you after that. I am not saying that these are not a good source to find great friends or look for sex (as long as both parties are mutual on it), but how detail can a profile be on the person's personality to warn you (let alone how many percent of them are real facts)?

We are all aware that surviving in this world is tough enough, and even as harsh as words can be, sometimes we need to be said in the face that things are not going to happen rather than to have the heart, with a whole lot of emotions, and mind messed up with delusional thoughts which indirectly affects other aspects of our daily life. I thank those who are truthful enough to be straight-forward to end an one day or a short affair on the spot rather than to prolong the 'misery' by giving false hopes. I believe that the shorter the duration, the faster the healing process, the quicker we pick ourselves up and moved on.

Coming to terms with (being able to move on fast and easy after knowing that we can't move on from there) Me, (having safe emotional and physical sex) Myself and (decided to be smart from now on) I.

(Love the lyrics)
Singing in the rain to: 潘玮柏-谢谢
谢谢你的结束冷却后的残酷
谢谢你的知足告诉我别再付出
谢谢你的温度记忆留在最初
谢谢你曾让我幸福

Tanslation: Thank you - (Can anyone help me on this?)

(Love Tales 1) Part 6 Facing Up To Reality

Exclaimer: I am not the writer to this exciting story. But I am proud to introduce a Beautiful Mind and Soul, Convan. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article on my blog.

Written and Publish on Sep 25 2005, 05:39 PM

JD could not sleep the whole of last night and his heavy eye bags shown. He was dragging his feet to work when someone called out to him from behind. JD turned around and saw Robbie who quipped, "Geez! You looked horrible. Just been exorcised? Whatever happened?" JD let out a short breath and replied, "I am not in a mood to bitch with you." Then he stopped in his tracks, stole a quick glance over Kai?s cubicle, empty.

Robbie noticed the look of disappointment on JD's face and queried, "You ok? What's wrong? Is Kai in the picture?" JD doesn't dare to look at Robbie and was surprised at his attentiveness but can't help himself and asked, "Robbie, you know Kai well?" Robbie shook his head and took in a deep breath, "He has targeted you? Listen to me, JD. You are no match for him, he is a Casanova. Once he set his sight on someone, they can't escape. And I mean them, you know what I mean' them as in both a he and a she. Don't get hurt."

JD couldn't believe what he just heard and repeated himself, "What do you mean? You are not joking with me, right? Robbie, you know I am gay and I don't hide that fact. I am proud of my sexual orientation and I hope you don't exploit on that and said hurtful or untruthful things about Kai, just for the fun of it." With that, JD stormed off.

JD was furiously typing away at his keyboard when his phone rang, "JD, this is Janice from the receptionist counter. There is a gentleman by the name of Hendrix who has an appointment with you at 3.30pm. Would you be able to come down to receive him?" JD looked at his watch and spoke over the phone, "Ok, I will coming down now. Thanks!" He was cursing and swearing at himself for forgetting about the appointment with his client.

A tall well built man, is his 30s, was standing at the receptionist counter when JD approached. JD could not help but notice the stranger's protruding hard chest that threatened to burst his shirt button, and that face, a very rugged manly features that doesn't really smile. "What a fine man he is!" JD thought to himself. "JD, this is Hendrix. He has been waiting for you." Janice said. "Oh! Hi, Hendrix. JD here. Sorry to have kept you waiting. Let's proceed to the meeting room please." JD shook hands with Hendrix and felt the familiar hard positive handshake of Kai.

"You looked awfully familiar. I have met you somewhere before." Hendrix warmed up to JD immediately when they were inside the meeting room. JD looked at him and found him smiling, "Hmm?I don't recall seeing you before. But we should start discussing your portfolio, I believe you are a busy man." It took the meeting 2 hours to end, JD walked Hendrix to the lift lobby. Hendrix inched closer to JD and said, "I remember now, I bought you a drink in Happy few nights back. Would you like to have dinner later? I can pick you up if you are free."

JD looked straight at Hendrix's rugged handsome face and now find this man awfully familiar and finally recalled he did bought him a drink at the bar last week. JD smiled, "What a small world! I couldn't recognize you under all these lights. Thanks for the drink that night!" "Glad you recalled, so how's dinner tonight?" Hendrix pressed. At this instant, the lift opened and Kai stepped out, bumping into JD and Hendrix. Realizing his folly, he apologized to the 2 guys and when he saw JD, his eyes darted away and he scrambled back to the lift and pressed the close button.

JD was hurt by Kai's behaviour, he had not seen him the whole day and now he didn?t even say hi. JD's thoughts were disturbed by Hendrix's persistent voice, "I will pick you up later, ok? Is 7.30pm a good time? I will make reservation at?" JD cut off Hendrix and snapped, "No! I am not free tonight. I will call you when your application is approved, Mr Hendrix."

Exclaimer: I am not the writer to this exciting story. But I am proud to introduce a Beautiful Mind and Soul, Convan. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article on my blog.