One of my co-workers is having a baby pretty soon, so everyone agree to make this "baby book". You can put well wishes or baby tips. On my part, I thought of making my own ABC book. I did a similar book for my niece when she was growing up, but this far more elaborate because it rhymes.
For girls:
A is for the Armani top and my Alaia skirt B is for the Balanciaga bag that matches my Burberry shirt. C is for Cavalli and the new Chanel tote. D is for my simply divine brand new Dior coat. E is for the Elie Saab dress that goes well my red Escada shoes F is for Fendi or Ferragamo? Oh, what to choose? G is for Gucci and Galliano too. H is for the Hermes Birkin bag. Red or Blue? I is for Issey Miyake. I just love his Asian flair. J is for my classic Jean Paul Gaultier mohair. K is for my Karl Lagerfeld driving gloves. L is my lovely Lacroix skirt that everyone loves! M is for my vintage Missoni knit dress. N is for Nicole Miller. Haute couture no less! O is for Oscar dela Renta with his classic design. P is for the Prada mules that is hard to find. Q is for Question. Is there a designer that starts with the letter Q? R is for Ralph Lauren. An American designer through and through. S is for Stella McCartney, please don't compare her to her famous dad. T is for Tom Ford. He started his own line now, aren't you glad? U is for Ungaro and his pret-a-porter collection V is for the Versace gown that always deserves a reaction. W is for the Weitzman half boot that everyone should own. X is for X-Factor. In the fashion business, the word is well known. Y is for Yohji Yamamoto and his Asian twist. Z is Zac Posen, his cute bags you can't resist.
For boys:
A is for Armani and it's affluent style B is for the Burberry coat that’s ever so versatile C is for Calvin Klein and Comme des Garcons D is for Dior who can't do anything wrong E is for the Elie Tahari exquisite sweater vest F is only for Ferragamo shoes. Forget the rest! G is for Gucci and it's gorgeous leather. H is for Hermes ties that makes you look dapper I is for Issey Miyake. His cologne smells sweet. J is for John Varvatos that brought couture to the street. K is for Karl Lagerfeld. His style is timeless. L is for the Louis Vuitton tote you'll love to get for Christmas. M is for the Marc Jacobs jacket that you've been longing for. N is for Neiman Marcus. It screams expensive right from the door. O is for Oscar dela Renta with his classic design. P is for the Prada mules that is hard to find. Q is for Question. Is there a designer that starts with the letter Q? R is for Ralph Lauren. An American designer through and through. S is for Sean John and his sleek trendy line. T is for the Tom Ford sunglasses that is one of a kind. U is for Ungaro and his pret-a-porter collection V is for Valentino suits that always a deserves a reaction W is for a Wolfgang Joop sping coat that everyone should own. X is for X-Factor. In the fashion business, the word is well known. Y is for Yohji Yamamoto and his Asian twist. Z is for Zegna. His luxurious designs you can't resist.
Ok, so I'm still crocheting. So what, right? But why am I justifying it anyway? Why am I explaining it to you? Why do I have to explain it to you or everyone else?
I'm gay ... I can get away with it ... flawlessly.
That's what I thought.
Ever since I started my new hobby -- which by the way made 4 scarves already, thank you! -- I've noticed that I had to explain to people who gasps at the sight of me with my needle and yarn, that men crochet too. I even catch myself saying "there's a lot of straight men who crochet" every single time. And sometimes, I do all this as if I'm defending myself in a courtroom ... in DC! Any other time, I could care less because I'm gay and I can get away with it.
This morning, my niece wore the scarf I made for her the other night. It's a rainbow of colors embellished with buttons, beads and Swarovski crystals -- don't ask. Before I dropped her off at her school, I gave her a very simple instruction.
"Do not tell people that your uncle made the scarf, ok? Not a lot of men crochet."
Yes, I've been slacking again lately. Not that my life is mundane -- it's actually quite the opposite. There's a lot of good things that have happened in my life lately, and I really am thankful for that. But it's one of those good things that you can't just convey it in writing. It's better when I tell the stories in person. So, I guess you'll just have to take my word for it.
Anyway, I'm still here ... I'm still queer ... you know how it goes bitches!
I'm about a quarter of the way to a new scarf created by me, for me. And while I'm still on a roll, I'm going to make a sleeve for my ipod and my phone. Tacky? I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! Don't hate ... masturbate!
Christian: But what if you're not? Huh? What if everything in my entire pathetic life, which I happen to love, has led to this point? Right here, right now. What if you're the blinding light in the middle of the road that strikes me like that guy, the guy in... Elder Aaron Davis: The Bible? Christian: Yeah. Elder Aaron Davis: Paul. Christian: Yeah. And what if everything has changed like that... and lions lay down with lambs and colors mix with whites. What if you're the one that I've been waiting for my whole life and I let you go? Elder Aaron Davis: You have no idea what I'd be giving up. Christian: Damn it! What is wrong with you? You want revelations engraved in gold and angels trumpeting down from heaven? But what if this is it instead? Me, telling you I love you, right here, in the snow? I think that is pretty miraculous. But if you don't... I'll go. I'll walk and you can pretend that this was just some coincidence. You can pretend there wasn't some reason that we met, and that you're sorry I ever walked into you life.
When I saw this video, it literally made me cry. You've been with me throughout my drama with James, and you should know by now that that's the only guy I will ever cry for. James is now in South Korea being all he can be. He's enjoying his stay and still a little bit anxious of what really is in-store for him. Meanwhile, I hate it! I hate that now he's even further. Next to a country with a crazy dictator. A country that could be up to something no good. I just fucking hate it! Yes, I'm sure it's a cake walk compared to Iraq, but whatever.
We're not back together because it just doesn't make any sense. But, we're not closing the doors either on each other. Hell! He doesn't know that I plan to wait as much as I can. I just hope that I am waiting for the one, and not some crazy ass that I always seem to end up with.
Give me a cool phone with a cool camera and expect random pictures all over the place!
So yeah, I've been taking a lot of pictures with my phone lately, and I'm really enjoying it.
Anyway, this was taken by a real camera because my phone cannot do macro shots. But this was inside my fortune cookie.
WTF?! Is my current lovelife on the front page of some magazine or tabloid that I don't know about? How come everybody today is concern about my lack of boyfriend? Event my Chinese cousins are all in it! Do you mind??!!
I saw this at Barnes and Noble yesterday.
It might as well say, "The How To Be A Complete Dork"! I'm bad. I know.
Oh and in reference to my previous post. I am fully embracing my current glow-y complexion. Yes! 2 more people admired my "tan". I swear to God, I don't have one, but I'm owning it now because I'm tired of explaining. The next f*cker who asks or compliments me about my tan, I'll just smile and thank them.
I don't know what happened but, is it possible to forget you have a blog?
I guess between the vacation and the week after the vacation, your brain can get a little bit rattled and give you temporary amnesia. I went to sunny Florida again for 10 days, and I was literally all over the place. I even tried to sneak some Miami trip in between -- 2 days is NOT enough!! But, it was fun nonetheless.
As soon as I came back to reality, it was hell thereon. I came back on a Sunday, which was stupid. I had to work on both jobs the next day! How did I do it? I don't know! I'm really getting old.
Anyway, for some funny moment while I was on Florida.
I was at Walgreen's trying to get my pictures developed right? It was already around 11pm so the place is semi-dead. I am there, so it can't be that boring, right? LOL ANYHOO, this Hispanic lady kept looking at me and would say something in Spanish to her co-worker. So, I got a tad bit annoyed and asked her what is going on? In her broken English, she asked me if I was Hawaiian. Hawaiian??!! So, I politely tell her that I am not Hawaiian and I'm Asian. Then she went to say something again to her co-worker. So, again, I'm annoyed. I suppose she saw my facial expression, she felt the need to explain. I couldn't understand a word she's saying, so I had to turn to her friend for translation. Well, basically, she's admiring my complexion. According to her, I have a golden complexion and apparently is very Hawaiian. I still don't get it.
So, after she left me alone. I called one of my friends and told her the funny story. Then she goes, "Well, you do look Hawaiian with your tan. And Hawaiian's are nice looking people. Look at Don Ho when he was younger."
Despite of what everyone thinks, I'm still glad I'm me.
I saw this book laying around the kitchen table this morning, and even though it's a children's book, I immediately fell in-love with the poems. And just the mere title alone got me all "awww"-ing and shit.
Here's my favorite poem.
I'm glad I'm me, I'm glad I'm me. There's no one else I want to be. I'm happy I'm the person who Can do the things that I can do.
If I were someone else, then I Would feel so strange, I'd wonder why. I'm positive that I'd be sad -- But I am me, and I am glad.
