There’s a saying old, says that love is blind
Still we’re often told, "seek and ye shall find"
So I’m going to seek a certain lad I’ve had in mind

Looking everywhere, haven’t found him yet
He’s the big affair I cannot forget
Only man I ever think of with regret

I’d like to add his initial to my monogram
Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?

There’s a somebody I’m longin’ to see
I hope that he, turns out to be
Someone who’ll watch over me

I’m a little lamb who’s lost in the wood
I know I could, always be good
To one who’ll watch over me

Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key

Won’t you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me

Imagine that you find yourself waking up in a 5 star hotel, with a room that's bigger than your own. The bathroom has separate sections tiled with Italian marble and a giant mirror to feed the narcissistic creature in you.

The bed linens are soft, pillows are of down and the mattresses are warm. And you're only in a bathrobe that is so fluffy, making your insides all warm and fuzzy.

It's only 7.20am. Then you opened up the jacquard curtains that shielded the giant floor-to-ceiling window, letting in a stream of golden sunlight that touches the luxurious bed.

After a brush and wash, you find a copy of that day's newspaper hung on the front door. You picked it up, scanned the headlines, and then make yourself a cup of tea, with selected tea leaves that ain't what you taste at the mamak.

Pick up the tea, head to bed, lie down reading newspaper. Then you turned on the 50" LCD Samsung TV, tuning into whatever channel that you like.

That's what I had at the Ritz-Carlton the other day. Ain't no imagination, ya know!

Thank you so much, Aunty! I LVOe you!!

OHHH MMMMYYY GAAWWWDD

My aunt is coming here tomorrow by plane, will reach here at about noon. It's one of her business trips, so her company is sponsoring the hotel. Last time, it was Shangri- La. That one was FAAAABB!!!

Now, it's Ritz-Carlton. MORE FAAABB!!!!

Why? At around 5 blocks away, it's a shopping paradise.

GUCCI. LOUIS VUITTON. CHANEL.

I am emotionally at heaven!!! And during this Christmas time, with all those sales and decorations and window displays, it's even MOORREEE FAAABBB!!!

Where's my DSLR??  CAMWHORE!!

This is so so so goooood... The next best thing to sex is retail therapy. :)

Today I was surfing around Fridae (if you're gay and don't have one, go get one) and notice this new thing from Fridae Labs called Fresh.

To me, it's a bit salah you know because what it does is showing all the updated pics and profiles of whoever is on Fridae at that moment.

More like fresh meat. And indeed there are lots of fresh meat! I'm not feasting anytime soon, but at least the eyes are washed thoroughly. Hehe...

But seriously, if all those gay profile websites can do a clean look out of their GUIs like what Fridae did, it really will make life a bit easier. Axcest looks trashy with those ads all over the place. I'm talking from a designer point of view. But whatever rocks your boat.

Thinking about fresh meat, I'm reminded of that market again. 'Cause that market got raided yesterday. Was having thoughts about celebrating my birthday there but on second thought, maybe not. I was actually planning to bring my straight friends over but better be safe than sorry.

So, it's going to be a lone venture to the market of meats and more meats. Such a tantalizing escapade. Not going to buy anything back home, just window shopping will do.

Because what I'm searching for right now has more value in this world than money can buy. ;) 

I mean the song. Big dicks? Hmmm... A good one in size is sufficient. Would like it more to see it in function. Hahaha...

Ok, this post is very chap pa lang. That means rojak. Or to be clearer, salad. A bit of everything. Hahaha...

First up, underwear. The most essential thing in a gay man's closet. There's so much to choose from, with all kinds of design, all kinds of material and comes in colours of the rainbow. G-string, bikini briefs, boxers, jockstrap, you name it, they probably have it manufactured right at this moment. My favourite? Boxer briefs. Because they're so secure and can mould your ass and packages into those lustful shapes and sizes. Slut in me. :P

The other day while I was walking in Times Square I suddenly pass by this shop selling men's underwear. It's called Club 86 and you can find them on facebook. Definitely targeting the pink market, because there are all kinds of stuff you can find there. And then there's this boxer brief, pink and grey, with a big "Tom and Jerry" wording plastered on the butt. Definitely cheeky and wonderful gift for fans of "Tom and Jerry"! I'm one. Hahaha.. But that piece costs RM30, which is a premium. I'm not so sure about the quality, but having it can be a priceless experience. To me at least.

And why gay related stuff needs to be related to studios and clubs? We have the Studio 89 in PJ for fun and now Club 86. Guess we are party animals inside, even me. I enjoy ocassional loud head banging music and alcohol. Add beautiful men in the mix, OMG. No wonder Marketplace is full everytime.

Second, Philosophy. No, not Aristotles or Plato, but Philosophy Men, a clothing brand which is targeted at the pink market too. Price is definitely not cheap, even two t-shirts can cause RM100+ damage to the wallet. But what's worth looking here are designer brands which they stock up a little. From Calvin Klein handkerchiefs to Lacoste sneakers to Private Structure underwear, it's a gay man's closet heaven, if you have the money. Philosophy Men is a local brand under Salabianca, so it's worth checking out the designs there.

Compared to shopping at Calvin Klein or DKNY or even Zara, it's much much fun in terms of fashion.  Check out their latest designs here at http://www.philosophy-men.com/.

I even bought a little something from them within my means. ;)

Third, thorns. Here, it's breaking promises. If you do not have the means or ways to promise somebody something, then don't. Broken promises are acts of mistrust, because there's the unwritten rule of trust when you make a promise. When you break it, it's breaking the trust that the other party has given you.

And broken promises are like thorns to me.


P/S: My gaydar was tingling like mad when I walked into Philosophy today. Obviously. Hehehe... 

I am in one now. Haish.

I still have not finish a lot of things, but just to get it off my chest first.

To you, I apologise. Because I can be so straight at times and so irritating. Say "yes" but do "no". You get what I mean.

To tell the truth, I talk loud and I'm exceptionally well at being boisterous. In actions, in clothes and other stuff. It irritates people at time, so I'll learn how to tone it down. Oh, and I'm such a grandma at times. I'll tone that down too. And I think too much!! TONE THAT DOWN, PLEASE!

Next week will be our second meet-up. This time, it's the movies. Can I call it a date? Let's see how things go first. And this is the first time I'm going to the movies with somebody that I like.  :)

I just hope I won't stutter or do anything else silly. The last time we met I feel like a dumbo.

Because all I see is you and nobody else.  

I guess I'm just thinking too much during my last post. Let's put this in a better perspective, shall we?



I know that you're busy. Incredibly busy. I know your contract ends this end of year, but for now, there are like a million things on your list.

I tried finding you to chat. It usually ends abruptly, but gives me incredible satisfaction, knowing that as busy as you are, at least you still remember me.

I do not know do you think of me always, but for me, I do.

The sms-es I send these days are without any reply from you and I understand. But I don't mind sending them. It's the one way that I can somehow relay these thoughts in my head to you.

It's been sometime since you called. I miss your voice.

I remember that time when I got off from your car and I got that sweet smile which is so elusive to me. It's like a piece of photograph in my head, where I take out at times to have a look at. I miss your smile.

I may seem cool and joke around, but the truth is, this feeling is growing. One way or another.

I miss you so so much.

I wish I'm in your arms right now.

Just cuddling and falling into sleep.

And wake up to find you with your sweet, sweet smile.