5:58 PM
They say in this world there are 2 persons of exactly the same face but they're total strangers, not even twins or friends, with no blood relation at all.

And today at class, I saw somebody that looks exactly like him. Almost same size too. It really gave me quite a shock.

I wonder what cards has God given to me to play with in this game of love. Did I owe something with him in my past life? The more I want to be normal with him, the harder it gets. And this reminder is sitting in the same class with me every Tuesday morning.

God, can you give me a clue? Will I ever find my other half? What have I done to be mentally tormented like this? Can I take it during this 14 weeks of classes? Will I explode?

Godspeed my other half, Godspeed. Love life is getting suckier and suckier without you around.

Again, boys. :)

5:20 AM
The last post was a bit sad, hor? There's somebody who told me having self-pity is pathetic, and yes indeed, it is. I couldn't agree more. But there's more to it. It still shows that your heart is not made up of shards of ice but instead filled with warmth and comfort. Human beings can't help being sad, you know. And gay men aren't exactly made up of blings, sugar, whey protein and crocodile tears either.

But wateva! Wateva. I'm now going to talk about hunks that I meet in the street. I couldn't take a snapshot of those whom I talk about here because a) I'm with my family members at that time, more specifically, the elders b) that's an invasion of privacy, taking pics without consent. (But it's addictive. :-P)

First hunk? A malay guy who's in the army, I think. I was in the car with my mum, and stood there at the sidewalk was this delicious, beefy chunk of a man. He's dressed in a tight fitting shirt and camo pants, with all the muscles bulging like GI Joe. That's why I speculated he's in the army. He's a bit taller than me, around 170cm? But sadly, I couldn't see his face clearly. It's his physique that left such an impression on me.

Second hunk? A singaporean chinese. Beefy, solid, most of all, cute face. He was standing somewhere at the entrance to Somerset station, if I'm not wrong. He's being a promoter for...guess what? Whey protein. Good marketing strategy, eh? Anyway, was in a rush at that time so couldn't stop to see clearly.

Myth to debunk? Singaporean men are with zero fat. This I support. But it depends on the age too. Most who are 20's to late 30's are in good shape, thanks to the law there. You have to be in the military for an amount of time after 18 and subsequently at some time intervals which I'm not sure of. So, to those neighbours over there, don't complain. At least there are acceptable eye candies everywhere you see.

So that's it. But for the record, I like G-men. Like those drawn by Jiraiya. Bespectacled, sitting down writing a novel. (SWOON!) Sometimes I wonder which heaven they are from, because these guys are certainly out there!


4:43 AM
They say that third time's the charm. After those two failed crushes, maybe the third one is going to be the one. He's the one that's appearing in this blog now and then. But something went terribly wrong, due to my lack of experience in this department. Hence, all the work that has been done did not bear any fruit, although it has grown quite considerably.

After that incident, I was depressed and I drank like never before. It doesn't help for the fact that when that happened, it was also the day when I was having my exam. And it happened just a few hours before it started. That night, I was drunk, almost going to pray at the john and called my sistah for some male-bashing.

After that day, I feel a bit more courageous and gained a bit of wisdom. Hence, I decided to explore in one area that I was so lack of, even more so if you're a young gay man. Not ONS, but meet-ups.

I had two in a week, so that's something I never had done before, not in such a short period of time either. The first one is a good friend from fridae, and he's the first I've known from there when I started to use it. Interesting job, an assistant in research at a university. He looks so different from his photos there, and I mean it positively. He's a bit talkative but his company is warm and friendly. There's much we can talk about, like a long lost friend. I do like him.

Now, the second meet-up is unplanned and a total stranger. Hailing from the land of the rising sun, he's much older than me but do not look like so. That day I was borrowing the phone from my bro to install a certain app. And I got to know him from there. He's a traveler, a visitor here.

His English is heavily laced with his mother tongue, sometimes I have to repeat myself in order to understand. Nonetheless, he's incredibly polite and well-mannered. We both went to where frangipani grows and flourish, but instead sat at the opposite, occupied by a little green shamrock. I was a tour guide that night and basically introducing what my homeland has to offer. He is cute and the encounter was surprisingly clean and pleasant. Do hope to meet him some day again.

And after that, no more. Because I'm back to where I belong for the moment, turning off the radar momentarily.

Before ending, to Mr J, if you're reading this, congrats once again! Looking forward to see you too.