My first girl friend and best friend*]]
~Tim McGraw
Have you ever been through a period of time when you tried to deceive yourself into believing that if you dated a girl, you could try and become straight?
I have, once upon a time when I was very young. I was about 12 years old when it first happened and - as hard as it may be to believe - a loner too. I didn't really have any friends because I was studying in Australia at the time, and a lot of people who've studied there, will tell you that Australians are a bit racist.
So I was very lonely and constantly picked on by other kids, just because I was asian and no one tried to really understand me - that is, all but one.
Her name was Sarah Lovett, and while she was kind of tomboyish, she was also very pretty at the same time. She had something about her which made her different from the other kids. She was energetic, she was loving and above all, she could see someone for who they were and not be phased by all this popularity bullshit which high school kids only care about.
Sarah had a thing for me, and I admit that I wanted to try and see if I could be straight. We dated for about 2 months, but it didn't really work out for obvious reasons. We still remained good friends though.. and unlike most people who say "Let's just be friends". She actually stayed by my side as a best friend.
She never cared much about being popular in high school because she was always herself, a unique individual. She would stand up for me when all the other kids in class made fun of me - this meant, even against her own friends. She also tried to get into anime and not simply see it as 'a cartoon' (as the other kids liked to call it).
To me, she was one of those friends whom you come across a lifetime and will always remember no matter what..
Whether it was life or in death, I pray that she finds the peace she's always deserved.
Rest in Peace girl..
12:37 AM.
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Pride: The importance of believing in oneself*]]
~Oscar Wilde
One hour in the shower, twenty minutes to assemble the perfect outfit and another thirty minutes spent on grooming myself - spraying cologne, styling hair, moisturizer and all that. This is how long it usually takes me to get ready every day, usually resulting in me having to wake up earlier than normal.
I'm a vain man and I won't deny it. I take great pride in my appearance whenever I'm in public and in front of others. I can't pass by some reflective surface and not look at myself to make sure I'm still good looking - of course, I do this all quite discreetly.
In my opinion though, its important to always look your best whenever you meet someone - as a sign of respect to yourself and to the person - and while it may also come across as vanity and narcissism - which I won't deny, I have the first but not the latter - it helps to make an impression on that person. I may have said that appearances aren't everything in this world, but a lot of the time, people do judge you based on how you dress. It's a fact, not a myth.
I am a very proud man and that pride probably makes me who I am. I'm not very arrogant though, because I do have a modest opinion about myself. However, I also hold the belief that I can be better than others if I try harder - at least, in terms of skills and abilities that I take pride in. I'm not one whose ever really afraid to show his flaws, but most of the time, I never feel the need to show them as well. I try to be as perfect as possible, and if I can't, I try to make others see this imperfection as perfect.
Pride, which can also be translated into confidence - sounds nicer, doesn't it? - has gotten me very far and taken me to a lot of places. People feel intimidated by brutal honesty and at the same time they respect people who can speak their minds without finding the need to criticize them every other moment. My confidence comes from knowing who I am, without being intimidated by what others have to say about me. That is not say that I don't accept criticism, I take it all in, just that I'd rather think of it as ways to improve myself - if I agree with what is said, that is - and not be shattered just because someone dislikes me or what I do.
The other thing you need to know about me and my pride, is that I always have an opinion about something. I do fight for my opinions, but I don't ever believe that it contains the whole truth or the only truth. I hold respect for other people's belief, so I expect them to hold the same type of respect for mine. If they don't, then they can just walk out and it wouldn't bother me.I do everything I do because I'm sure of myself and what I want to do, and I don't relinquish it simply because others don't believe in me. I'm here to prove myself to only myself and I'm not here to impress others.
Come to think of it, I don't think my pride has ever really affected anyone in a bad way, because I've never felt the need to step on others to defend my pride. Have tact, and be constructive if you feel the need to criticise.
People who truly have confidence in themselves are rare, and people who doubt themselves are numerous. Therefore, the latter are stronger - and this means, the former outshines the latter.
12:14 AM.
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Exhaustion: Tiring days and the like*]]
~Friedrich Nietzsche
There are things we're bound to love and things we're bound to hate about our jobs. If you ask me, partying - or as they like to call it, socializing - is one of the most tiring responsibilities of my job. It's ironic considering most people like to party, but I find that without the right people, it can be mentally straining and very tiring.
In the past few days, I've only had one day in which I wasn't bothered by agents, clients or friends from work. Most of the time, if I'm not attending go see's and auditions, I'm spending my time at the studio or socializing with the designers, clients, agents and whoever else is related to my job. I don't really have much qualms about staying up late, but I really dislike having to scream over the loud music - considering that even the private rooms aren't very quiet - and drinking too much. Not only do they make you drink and drink and drink.. you still have to work off all the fat in the morning!
Sometimes I just wish all these 'social' occasions could take place at a quieter place and they could hold somethign like a cocktail party. I much prefer just sitting around and chatting - as opposed to screaming.
I understand every job has its pros and cons, I just feel like complaining about the cons once in a while. I still love my job regardless though, because I'm thankful for all the opportunities it gives me while at the same time, I'm able to enjoy what I do - to a certain extent.
It may not apply to everyone, but the pros outweigh the cons in my opinion.
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3:21 AM.
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Shopping: The Ultimate Bitch*]]
~Walter Kerr
There’s nothing that irritates me more in this world than people who don’t have manners. So now, let me tell you the story of a bitch who couldn’t keep her trap shut.
Once not so long ago – in fact, today – I decided that I wanted to go shopping in Central, Hong Kong with a few friends. The weather wasn’t exactly ideal since it was kind of cold and that required us to wear an extra few layers.
That wasn’t all too bad until we came across the Cartier boutique. We came across what I’d like to deem a “monstrosity”. She was about five foot tall, wearing a hideous dress sported in pink polka dots on top of a black canvas and to top it off, she was wearing slippers. Now, don’t get me wrong here. I don’t usually make fun of fashion disasters, even if I do think they’re absolutely hideous. This girl was an entirely different story by herself though.
The first thing I noticed about her – other than the fact she was wearing an extremely hideous dress – was the fact she squealed whenever she was delighted with a piece of jewelry, if not, she’d go "URGH" when she saw something that displeased her. Keep in mind; she did both of the above actions, very loudly. So that wasn’t all…
"Oh darling! I’m a size 7!"
I’m not sure what in the world she was referring to, but I’d like to think she was just talking about ring size. That was the last straw, and it wasn’t even ten minutes after I had entered the Cartier boutique. I just turned around and stormed right out of the store, not before making a remark to one of her friends about "people who can’t keep their fly traps shut".
Honestly, no one needs to know what size you’re ring finger is and no one cares about your opinion on the jewelry. If I ever see her again while shopping and she starts screaming, "Oh look! I’m a 37 D", I will not hesitate to strangle her with the bra she’s holding. Last but not least, learn to respect others when you’re in public and don’t scream or make weird noises unless it’s necessary!
What a bitch, she really does bark the loudest.
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6:03 AM.
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Anime Review: Basilisk - Kouga Ninpou Chou*]]
Basilisk - Kouga Ninpou Chou
Click here for the OP for Basilisk
Synposis
For years, the Tokugawa Shogunate has prospered in peace and now the Shogun Tokugawa Ieyasu is finally finding the years of death coming closer to him. Listening to the voice of his adviser, he summons the heads of the Kouga and Iga Ninja clans to him.
For four centuries, the two clans have been at each other's throats, their common goal being to eradicate each other. Then the previous Hattori Hanzo had called for them to stop their feud and seal a pact to serve the Shogun for the peace of the country, which the clans reluctantly agreed to. Things are however about to change...
Each clan is to be the Champion to each of his two grandsons. The pact has been revoked! Ten selected ninja champions of a clan must be killed for the other to claim victory. The patron of the victorius clan is hence proclaimed to be the successor to the position of the Shogun.
The battle unfolds in intrigue befitting these ninjas of intrigue. Ninpous fly as their mysterious powers are unleashed in the gathering storm.
In the center of this storm, stands Gennosuke of the Kouga and Oboro from the Iga, the two heirs of the clans who are deeply in love and possessors of powers deadly to the ninjas. What will happen to them when they learn of the revocation of the pact?
Ten ninjas of a clan must fall! However who shall fall along with them?
Synposis was taken from Anime-source.com
Review
Story: The story which was based on the popular manga by Futaroh Yamada, is what I consider a deeper and darker version of Romeo & Juliet set in Feudal Japan.
The story is quite simple, considering the fact it's practically just a story about war between two clans. However, simplicity doesn't necessarily mean its boring, for its actually quite the opposite for Basilisk. The plot carries not only an unexpected twist but unbearable tension, which makes you want to just keep watching until you can't dig any deeper.
More importantly, this whole story which revolves around both romance and revenge, makes Basilisk a classic masterpiece.
Score: 9/10
Characters: One of my favourite things about this anime, was the number of characters you could actually sympathize with. It's like watching a reality TV show where there's never a clear line to distinguish between the good and the bad. The diversity of the characters and their jutsu (ninja art) makes each and every character unique and set apart from the rest.
One of the more interesting things about Basilisk, is the way it focuses on its characters, taking you more in-depth to understand the characters and their motives.
Considering how unique each character is, the show will generally have you rooting for one and cursing at the other.
Score: 10/10
Graphics: The animation is absolutely beautiful. It also does contain some female nudity and violent animation, so it's recommended that only mature audiences watch this anime.
The fight scenes are extremely well done and will generally leave you trembling in your seats wondering what'll happen next.
As Studio GONZO - better known for having done the animation for Black Cat, Chrono Crusade, Full Metal Panic, Hellsing and Gankutsuou - is in charge of the animation, this anime is nothing short of spectacular in terms of graphics.
Score: 10/10
Music: Marvelous job. The music was just right, never overbearing and always fitting for the mood. The use of the koto (Japanese harp) and shakuhachi (Japanese flute) also added a very nice touch of Feudal Japan.
Score: 9/10
Overall: There's only 24 episodes in this anime, making it pretty fast paced. If you can stand the blood, violence and nudity than you should really go watch it.
Total Score: 48/50
Need I say more? Go watch it now!
Random Trivia: The Japanese movie Shinobi starring both Joe Odagiri and Nakama Yukie, was based on the manga Basilisk. It was honestly a disappointment when compared both to the anime and the manga though.
P.S The reason I decided to start a post on anime reviews was because I realized that some of my readers were actually quite into anime.. and yet there's quite a number of good animes out there that's not getting the recognition that they deserve. So I'll be doing this every month until I run out of good animes.
Labels: Anime
1:55 AM.
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Lust: Sex, sex, sex and more sex. It's all about sex.*]]
~Alfre Woodard
Sex, it’s all about sex. If you’re straight and you think about sex every 7 seconds, than it’s probably every 4 seconds if you’re gay. You could be walking into the gym locker room and checking some guy out and the next thing you know, your practically eye-fucking him. Your eyes connect and somehow you end up in the shower. Gee, I wonder how? Chances are, for this moment, you’ll end up thinking “Fuck that guy I was dating. Fuck my boyfriend. I’m with this gorgeous guy right now, so screw all that!”
Have you ever done that?
I can’t say I have, since cheating is taboo for me – unless it’s an open long distance relationship – but to sleep with someone while I’m single, is a different story entirely.
I’ve slept with, a good number of people, none of which I was in a relationship with. I’ve done my blood test consistently to make sure I’m fine too. I also know people are probably going to label me as a slut after reading what I just said, but I have my morals. Being single entitles me the right to be promiscuous without having to feel sorry for anyone. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to have a boyfriend one day – because if I had a boyfriend, I’d be very loyal to him - it just means that until that day, I have the right to sleep with whoever I want without feeling guilt.
Sex can sometimes be boring though. It’s a given that emotions play no part in this “love making”, so the only gratification left to be received is to be determined by how skillful your partner is. Sometimes they can be fantastic, sometimes they can be average and sometimes they can be absolutely horrific.
There’s only one time in which I recall ever being really lustful for someone though. I don’t know if it was because I did feel something for him, or because there was just so much unresolved sexual tension that it just exploded the minute we let it out. Whatever it was, it was both fantastic, and I dare say, horrific, at the same time.
I won’t reveal his name online, so let’s just call him J. J, who was asian with a tall and lean build, was working as an event manager when I first met him at an audition for some voice over work. He was approximately 10 years older than me, but he didn’t look it at all. I wasn’t really sure whether he swung that way when I first met him, but we hit it off quite easily and became good friends only after a few days. It was a few days later when he drove me to another audition – since he insisted that I go – and afterwards we had a drink at Friendster Café at Damansara Perdana where he revealed to me he was bisexual. He also told me about the first time he jerked off a mate of his in high school in the locker room – this was in Australia, in the same high school my brothers attended, funny enough.
It doesn’t take a genius to find out that I wanted him. The funny thing is, even after revealing to him that I was interested in men, the both of us didn’t do anything at all. We just continued talking and this went on for like about a month or two every time we met. It was only one night when he was finally drunk; he asked me if he could kiss me. I was sober but I was kind of high at the same time. I let him kiss me and we continued on like this for about, say, 3 minute tops?
I went home and afterwards nothing happened. So that’s the end of my story… I’m serious! Oh okay fine... so there’s more...
He came over to my house one night, when he was drunk at about 3AM in the morning. I’m generally a nice guy so I don’t mind if people disturb me, as long as there was a decent reason behind it. So I just slipped on my jeans and a singlet and invited him into the house. We talked for a bit and all, but there must have been a reason for him to come disturb me this late at night, and if there wasn’t, well, I could have my fun. Let’s just say I got what I wanted all night long in any room possible to exist in a house. However, that means that the rest of the story isn’t anyone else’s business, but mine.
I suppose somehow I did have feelings for this man. He was nice, definitely attractive – nicely toned body, looked younger than his actual age and charming smile – was successful in his job, and he was a smart guy. What more could I ask for? You see, his one flaw was enough to overshadow all his strengths. He would promise me a lot of things, and 9 out of 10 times, he wouldn’t have it accomplished.
I don’t really talk to J anymore these days, he’s been busy and I have been as well. He actually asked me a few days later whether I wanted to be with him, but I suppose I couldn’t fathom the idea of being in a relationship with no promises, so I told him no. I don’t regret the decision I made though, because I’m happy the way I am.
It’s almost been a year since that incident, but I still remember it quite clearly. It’s true while I was displeased with something about him as a person, I still lusted after him. There’s just something exciting each time you do it with someone you fancy. It’s just a matter of their skills which makes the journey either fantastic or horrific.
On that note, we shall end here for today.
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1:51 AM.
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Envy: The Greenest of Sins*]]
~Samuel Johnson
As the vouch for envy came before lust, I’ll talk about the greenest of sins first and then write about the sin of craving bodily pleasure next time.
I must say, envy does not really become of me. I won’t deny that I do fall victim to its hands sometimes and when I do, it becomes quite a destructive emotion to dwell within me.
I remember the first time I really ever felt envious of someone. It’s kind of embarrassing to bring it up now, but it seemed like the world to me back then.
I was attending Kindergarten in Melbourne at the time and I had just recovered from lymphoma. I think it’s typical of most kids to want to play with the newest toys and I don’t think I was really an exception. You see, there was this Hispanic boy in my class whose name was Benjamin. He was – in my memory, at least – kind of retarded and slow-witted, not to mention he wasn’t exactly the best looking bloke with his mouth constantly hung open. I wasn’t envious of his slow nature, but rather the fact that he had a Nintendo game boy - keep in mind, this was years ago and the game boy was one of the best consoles out there.
It wasn’t fair! Why did this little twerp – whose looks and intelligence was fit for a donkey – get to play with the newest and hippest console? My parents didn’t even buy it for me and I was one of the smarter kids in class! If that wasn’t enough at the time, the kid wouldn’t even let me play with it for a few minutes. It took a lot of self restraint from wanting to poke him with a pencil, but I held back.
That was about 16 years ago, so let’s leave that behind and never bring it up again, shall we?
Sometimes I still feel envious of how carefree some people can be. These feelings of desire and jealousy tend to fade the minute they appear though. It’s ironic but when I hang out with other kids who are just as old as me, I feel as if I’ve missed out on a whole lot more of life than I can imagine. Truth be told, I wish I was still schooling at the moment, with the luxury of being able to go clubbing and playing games in your spare time. Heck, I even wish I had the luxury of sitting around and talking about cute guys.
All these things seem so alien to me when it should seem normal. These are, however, only passing thoughts which pop up in my mind occasionally though, so it never really affects me. I just need to remind myself why I do what I’m doing in a realistic world where men eat men.
Envy comes in many different forms, and it can be harmful depending on how it’s manipulated. Every human has the ability to be envious, it's whether we let it take over us that determines how harmful it is. I don't think I'm envious... much.
Labels: Sin
1:37 AM.
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Sins: The Epitomy Of Man*]]
~William Shakespeare - from the play, Measure for Measure
I'm a little bit busy today, as I'm caught up with designing clothes for fun. So I'm just going to let my readers determine what my next post will be about. Read the question, leave a comment with your preferred answer. The option with the most votes will automatically determine what I'll write about in my next post. On the other hand, you can finally post comments! Woo hoo!
Seven Deadly Secrets
Pick one of the following seven sins, in which you want me to write about in my next post
Sloth
Gluttony
Greed
Wrath
Lust
Envy
Pride
I'm not expecting a lot of votes since I don't exactly have a parade of readers. Oh well, it's all in the spirit of fun. Who knows, I might even reveal a dirty secret
Labels: Random
12:52 AM.
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Shallow is the heart of man*]]
~Ivan Panin
I'm a very argumentative person, although most of the time I don't bother wasting my time with fools if they cannot be bothered to listen. There's a funny quote that someone once told me a long time ago, this quote also made me realize that I don't have to bother with people who aren't willing to reason.
Trevvy Forums: Fugly Couples
When I first read this post, I was appalled. Do you really find the need to degrade someone just because they're ugly? Honestly speaking, I think that it's immature and to believe that good looks will equal success is such a naive way to think. I won't deny that good looks will help you out to a certain extent, especially in the world of entertainment (fashion, theatre, film and music). Besides, people forget that plastic surgery is available these days.
It can get you only that far though. There's a million pretty faces out there, what most of them might lack though, is skill. Not everyone is photogenic, knows how to walk down a runway or pose and distort their body.
A good example is Ian McKellen who played Magneto from X-Men: The Last Stand, Sir Leigh Teabing from the Da Vinci Code and Gandalf from Lord of the Rings - that's just a few of the many roles he's played. He's an excellent actor and I hardly deem him as good looking. He's old but I still respect him, and he's gay too.
So putting the entertainment industry aside, Steve Jobs and Bill Gates are two extremely ugly men who are by far successful. They are the perfect examples, for the both of them have revolutionized the IT industry and that is purely skill and not one ounce of their looks matters. They opened many doors leading to many opportunities simply using their knowledge, not their looks.
Charles Frederick Worth, Giorgio Armani, Ralph Lauren and Karl Lagerfeld is another perfect example. They are all not good looking but they are all very talented men who have revolutionized the fashion industry - especially Charles Frederick Worth. These men didn't get to their current positions because of their looks, they got there with talent.
To sum it all up, my point is: Just because you're ugly, doesn't mean that all doors will slam shut in your face. Just because you're good looking, doesn't mean all doors will automatically open for you.
I choose to try and find a type of beauty thats internal when it comes to making friends. I could care less if you're old, ugly or have a disability, because I'm just making friends, it's not like I have to kiss you every other minute because we're friends. I don't deny that when I choose a lover though, I'd want someone whose at least decent looking with the prerequisites of being a friend.
I'm a very cynical person, that's true. I'm a kind one though, and I'm not shallow. So "ugly people", just because you're not gifted with looks from god, take comfort in the fact that some people will look at you for your talent and whats inside rather than how you dress and all that load of crap.
Okay, I'm done. Till next time~
P.S I hope I haven't offended anyone here. I'm extremely straight forward about my opinion, but I like to try and be nice about it too. Most of the time, it's never anything personal.
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1:53 AM.
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Androgyny is beautiful, in its own way.*]]
~June Singer
Sometimes one of the stupidest things that can ever happen is when I get mistaken for the opposite gender. It's not the first time this has ever happened either, and I'm aware of that.
The first time it ever happened, I was in Singapore, waiting for an MRT to arrive. I happened to be carrying a drink that day – which isn't allowed, when you're waiting in an MRT station. I had longer hair back than, which came down to about my armpits. It was layered with different shades of hazelnut brown highlighted through it; however, the front of my hair was a lot shorter. It was so short I could almost spike it up.
So I was waiting for the train when a few Malay guys kept staring in my direction – and I looked behind, but there was no one. It didn't really bother me until I overheard what they said when they were swinging their head in my direction: “Gadis itu cantik” – which basically translates into, “That girl is pretty”. I was trying to hold in my laughter. It was funny, for the first few minutes, but it wasn't so funny when one of the MRT staff came up behind me and said “小姐, 我们这里能带饮料” – or something like that, and that translates into “Miss, you can't bring drinks in here”. I suppose he got the shock of his life after I opened my mouth, because I don't exactly have a girl's voice. I'm a Baritone, so my voice is kind of deep without being too deep.
That was that. I don't exactly dress feminine - at least not that I remember - but people do sometimes mix me up for a girl – which is one of the reasons why I cut my hair short. I don't dislike looking androgynous, in fact I love it and embrace it, but sometimes when the whole world confuses you for the opposite sex, it's gets on your nerves. My features derive from my mother and that probably explains why I got feminine features.
There is one thing which gets on my nerves though, and that's the first impression I generally make with people. Most of the time when they see me, they're convinced I'm some sort of sissy boy. No offense to anyone who is a sissy – because I still respect you for being you and for daring to live your life the way you do – but I know I look like a girl sometimes, and I can't help that (short of shaving my hair, and that looks ugly on me) but, there is one thing I can assure you, I'm not a sissy. If anyone ever calls me that – and this isn't going to sound cute, but I'm still a nice guy! – I'll punch your face in till you have no teeth left.
These experiences still happen occasionally, and sometimes it can draw some quite cute and handsome but straight (I wonder...) guys over. So I suppose there are advantages of not looking like an absolute beefcake. The only irony is that girls these days tend to find my look more attractive than guys. Such a sad world, it's so unfair!
Oh well, time’s up for today. Till next time~
Yoshiki of X Japan. It's like a split personality or something.
12:15 AM.
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The Small & Simple Things In Life*]]
~Leonardo DaVinci
It’s another lazy Sunday afternoon for me, a perfect day to relax. Come to think of it, I haven't had much time to really rest and relax in the past month. It's sometimes tough having a hectic life, but its time like this; you learn to really enjoy the small things in life.
I generally love having the company of my friends, but sometimes having others around doesn't really allow me the time to just sit down and think or relax. I mean, at this very moment, I'm just listening to the music while chatting to my friends over messenger. It might seem very boring to some people, but at this point and time, this sort of peace and solitude is just what I need.
More than anything, it's a time for me to rest and recharge my batteries. For this moment, I can just drop everything that's old and think about the new things I want to do. I can find the inspiration I need to continue on what I'm doing now and to begin what I haven't started. Sometimes even I don’t realize it, but it’s all the small and simple things, which gives me inspiration to keep going, to be better than I am now.
It’s always easier appreciating what you have around you than moping over what you don’t have. If you can learn to appreciate the simple things, you can also learn to appreciate life.
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12:38 AM.
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Personal Flavor*]]
~Brittany Renée
I'm not afraid to admit that I have a taste for guys which sometimes might seem weird to others. Generally speaking, I'd like a guy whose soft-spoken, kind, intelligent and well, perfect. It's always somewhat impossible though, so let's scrap everybody's favourite Mr. I-Am-Too-Perfect-To-Even-Exist and move onto something else we could settle for.
Bad boys, I have a real thing for them. I'm not talking about thugs or gangsters who are out to kill each other every other week, but someone whose outgoing in a crazy way and daring. It's probably something that's dangerously sexy about them, a mix of intellect, guts and a playful attitude towards life. I'd easily settle for someone whose decent looking & fun to be around than a bland gorgeous guy. I suppose in its own way, I want someone whose opposite of what I am. Someone who'd make me less of a cynic. Haha, we can all wish, right?
I'd still settle for Mr. Perfect though - if he ever comes along in this lifetime.
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Mitsuyuki Miyake, 三宅光幸
Although I find this guy absolutely hot, my friends seem to disagree. Oh well, this is my personal taste after all.
So, what's your personal flavor?
P.S I know I promised an update about China and its dirty waters, but my brother lost the cables for his digital camera. So I guess that means you won't be seeing my amateur photography until he digs up the cables.
6:41 AM.
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Name: Andy Kuramoto
Age: 20
Star sign: Libra
Ethnicity: ABCJ (American born Chinese & Japanese mix)
Height: 178cm
Weight: 67kg
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I’m gay.
I’m just like any other individual though. I have certain things which make me special and certain things which make me as normal as the boy next door. I consider myself to be an outgoing individual and yet I can be quite cynical when it concerns certain issues.
However, I suppose whatever I say is subject to opinion. So why not get to know me, and maybe you’ll find out the type of guy I really am.
I don’t bite.
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