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ABC of Fashion

2007-12-13T11:37:00.000-05:00

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.

Holiday Blues

2007-11-28T10:51:00.000-05:00

I'm unique, dammit!

2007-11-02T10:24:00.000-04:00

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."

She said, "So what? You're unique!".

What Blog?

2007-10-25T09:05:00.000-04:00

Oh this blog!

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!

Stitching Bitch

2007-10-05T10:56:00.000-04:00

I just picked up a new hobby.

Yes, I'm a crocheting diva and puh-ROUD of it!

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!

Have a nice weekend!

Blinding Light

2007-10-01T15:08:00.000-04:00

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.

I'm tired of thinking.

Say What?

2007-09-21T12:04:00.000-04:00

I found this site and I'm inviting you to check it out. I made my first post there, so feel free to comment.

Trigger Happy

2007-09-17T14:47:00.001-04:00

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.

Who you callin' a ho?

2007-09-07T10:03:00.000-04:00

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."

DON HO??!!

I'm Glad I'm Me

2007-08-14T13:35:00.000-04:00

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.

Isn't that adorable, and so true?

Sign of the times

2007-08-13T10:51:00.000-04:00

Given the fact that you bitches don't give a flying fuck about my lovelife (or the lack thereof), I might want to change the format of this blog. Well actually, not really. I just noticed people doing more of the photo blogging. I just might do the same.

My phone has a decent camera, now I just need to figure out which web album I need to use. I'm going with Flickr. Although Picasa is good too. I'll let you hookers know when I decide.

Why do I have such a potty mouth today?!

I'm so confused, I don't have a title for this post

2007-08-08T11:41:00.000-04:00

I just recently had a blast from the past moment last weekend. And it was very much like a military-grade blast because I still couldn't believe it. An old friend re-emerged. Thanks to Myspace, I suppose. I'm not quite sure that I was actually ready to see him again. How he changed. To know that he's single again, and he's up for grabs -- that means me, by the way. But I wasn't quite ready for the fact that he joined the army and will be shipped in South Korea in a couple of months.

Should I call that army base and tell them he's a big queen and they should let him go? That wasn't funny. Sorry. In a lot of ways, I'm proud of him. But in the back of my mind, I keep saying, WHY??!! Why must you re-emerged and then leave me all over again? For South Korea. Well, he's leaving to protect this country. I guess it's a noble thing to do. I'll let this one pass.

Maybe it wasn't really meant to be.

I'm Going Green

2007-08-02T14:49:00.000-04:00

Yes, you heard it right. I'm going green. I'm doing my share to save our lovely planet -- as corny as that may sound. I've been driving SUVs for 10 years now, and it's about time I pay my dues to our environment and get a Prius next year when my lease is over.

It will be a big adjustment for me, but just knowing that I won't have to get gas every week, is already enough reason for me, but obviously it has more advantages than that.

I've been replacing our light bulbs at home with energy saving ones. We're using solar-powered lights outside our house. Yeah, I'm driving my parents crazy with this, but everybody has to chip in. ALTHOUGH, I will not go as far as opening my windows at night rather than using the airconditioner, O-K! Let's get real now!

Oh, and my favorite part! I bought these reusable bags, and I've been getting a lot of compliments from people. Everytime I go to the supermarket, they just keep asking me where I got the damn bags. I wish I got the highly-coveted "I am not a plastic bag" bag, but I'm not that crazy to fall in line at 5am for a bag.
Anyway, those are just the simple things I do, but I do other little things here and there. I hope it's helping, because I do plan to live in this planet for a while.

BTW ... I'm not trying to be preachy. I'm just letting you guys know what I've been up to.

So what if I'm bitch?

2007-07-27T11:15:00.000-04:00

Scene 1: Employee Parking Lot

I was walking towards the security gate where you have to press an orange button to get out, when this lady just yelled out.

"You! Hold that gate!"

You?!! I turned around, gave her a dagger like stare and arched my eyebrow. Then she says, "Oh, never mind, thanks!" with a fake ass smile.

Then I continued leaving and slammed the gate.

Scene 2: Coffee Machine

I was minding my business, trying to get coffee to wake me the ass up. I take 2 cups of coffee to fill my mug, so I was already on my 2nd cup when this lady with a mullet came behind me and go, "Ok! Ok! Hurry up! You're holding the line!".

It completely rubbed me the wrong way because I gave her the same look I gave the lady this morning at the parking lot. The she continued to say, "I was just kidding".

While not making any type of facial expression. I looked at her from head to toe and go, "Oh I know you are!"

Why am I bitch today? I don't know. But today is not the day to test my patience.

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Update (07-27-2007 @ 4:52pm)

Thanks to these videos, I felt so much better. Thanks!

Harry Potter Blues

2007-07-25T10:57:00.000-04:00

I finally finished Book No. 7 last night. Yes I know, I'm a fast reader. That and I brought the damn book at work. Lord, I hope nobody at my job reads this!

Anyhoos ... don't worry, I won't tell you kids what happened. All I can say is, this is BY FAR the best Harry Potter book! But ofcourse, not all of you are into Harry Potter, and probably haven't even read Book 1, so I'm just going to shut up.

But for those people who finished Book 7, please confirm it with me that Dumbledore is one big queen! Oh yes!

But I have to say, I was really sad that this is the last book. I'm sure Ms. J.K. will come up with something, but I doubt it will be as great as Harry.

Gay Realty

2007-07-18T14:13:00.000-04:00

I can't really remember how the conversation started, but it somehow got diverted to property taxes, and property values bullshit. Crap I really don't care too much about. But I mentioned to them that if a house/apartment was previously owned by a gay couple or just gays, the property value is higher. Do you know ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE!??!!!

They all started telling me their opinions all at the same time. All I heard was buzzing noises. Two of them started dialing their realtors while giving me this "What the hell are you talking about" looks. Meanwhile, I keep telling them that gay men has some impact in urban gentrifications, and there's no such thing as a "gay ghetto". Because once we invade the ghetto, property taxes and values goes up. Businesses starts popping up all over the place. We just make it all purr-ty.

As soon as they got off the phone, one of them has this dazed look and starts shaking her head. One of them said, "Well, I guess that makes sense. Gay men are creative and loves to decorate."

Somehow it didn't sound very PC, but it makes sense I guess? But FYI, gay slobs are apparent as well.

Then we got off that topic and someone asked, "What if gay men ruled the world?".

Hmmmm ... that will be my next post.

My Paparazzi Experience

2007-07-12T10:38:00.000-04:00

"I have a picture of you!"

That was said to me by a perfect stranger last night at my second job. A person I have no recollection of. I was scared. Before I can even respond, thoughts were racing in my head. Was it Friendster? Was it on that website? Or this website? Why the fuck did I post my pictures on the web when I was younger?

So, I said to him, "How is that possible?". To my relief, he responded, "I saw you in the city at Hotel Gansevoort".

Ok, at least he saw me at a decent place and not The Cock or some seedy place.

So I go, "Oh yeah! That was 2 weeks ago. Did you get my good angle at least?"

With a strange look on his face, he said, "I thought you knew I took a picture of you, because you looked at my camera ... you smiled and ... posed".

How very Paris Hilton of me.

Laughing, I told him that everytime I see a flash from a camera, I automatically smile. It's reflex I guess.

"I want that picture!", I yelled.

He said he'll e-mail it to me. I'm so curious. Only because that was around 3:30am and I was completely trashed.

Hot ghetto mess.

Not Dirty Enough

2007-07-03T13:43:00.000-04:00

Apparently, I'm not explicit enough. Time to post some porn in this bitch! HAHA!

Jesus Phone

2007-06-29T09:30:00.000-04:00

According to MSNBC, several bloggers have dubbed this phone the "Jesus Phone". I call it "orgasm in the palm of my hand". Hmmmm. Somehow that doesn't sound so original.

Whatevs. I want one.

Can I afford it? Maybe. Do I want it now? Not really. I'm not that desperate.

And for some Friday fun. My good friends Brechi and Wayne did it, so I'm doing it as well ... and then some. What can I say, I'm embracing my narcissism. I can't rock the bare chest and the white tank just yet, but I'm getting there.

Mi Reflejo

Irony and Drunk Calls

2007-06-25T15:38:00.000-04:00

So, I did my share of pre-Gay Pride partying by finally hitting the city at midnight Saturday. I started to believe that very gay person in the tri-state area was trying to hit the Holland Tunnel. Traffic was so rough it took me an hour just to get IN the tunnel. Which in any other day would normally only take me 10 minutes. That would make my first irony as a gay man. Me + Holes = Clueless. Oh wait, I'll take that back, I topped before.

ANYHOOOOOS

I got invited to a party which got tired really quick, so we went strolling around Christopher and just randomly go to bars and have a couple of drinks. Every bar/lounge we went, I was eyeing the crowd to find someone to flirt with for the night, but everybody seemed to be either tweaked out or just too drunk to even notice my fabulousness. And I really look extra cute that night too :)

I got tired of the scene so we moved to this straight bar in SoHo. It was so dead there was literally about 7 people inside that bar. It's sad but refreshing at the same time. So, what does a horny gay man to do on a night of debauchery and nobody to debauched with? I set my phone to hide my caller ID and started dialing ex-boyfriends and one-night-stands. It's a short list, so don't start calling me a whore just yet. Out of the very short list, I only spoke to one. I wasn't completely drunk to not remember the conversation, but I do know I called his current boyfriend Orca. Then ofcourse it got a little bit heated after that. He said, he can't believe that I'm still bitter and it was completely my fault/decision that we broke up. It's true. So what?

After the conversation, I started speaking to this guy at the bar. He's not my type, and I surely didn't think he was gay. But it turned out he is and we had a great conversation. This was about 4am already. All night I was looking for a guy to flirt with and I ended up meeting one in a deserted straight bar. My life in a gay nutshell.

Whatevs!

So how was your weekend?

The Other F-Word

2007-06-21T10:00:00.000-04:00

So check it ...

I was at the mall the other night to do some shopping, right? I was minding my business perusing the man bags when this guy tapped me from behind and asked, "Excuse me, do a lot of guys carry these type of bags nowadays?" He was referring to this.
I was quite annoyed by the random tapping, but I smiled and politely said, "Yeah. I have one right now as a matter of fact." Actually, I have a tote bag and not exactly a messenger bag, but whogivesashit.

After that, I started to slowly get away from him, when he stopped me and go, "Well, does this make me look like a f....". I knew what he was going to say, so I immediately cut him off and go, "It'll make you look like WHAT exactly?" He stuttered for a bit, and continued his sentence. "I meant, will it make me look feminine?".

Without missing a beat, I said, "No sir. You won't look feminine or the OTHER F-word." He started laughing nervously and go, "Awwww! C'mon now! I have a lot of respect for the gay community!". Again, without batting an eyelash, I go, "Go to Eddie Bauer. It reeks hetero over there!". And I walked away.

I just thought this would be an appropriate post for Gay Pride week.

Oh and by the way, if you walk around with this bag, then it's uber gay.

Dating Theory and Flirting On TheJob

2007-06-14T09:45:00.000-04:00

Does your environment dictates who you date?

I don't think this pertains to big cities since it's already diverse as it is. But for small towns like in Jersey, somehow, in a subliminal kind of way, tells you who you should find attractive. For example, I live in a predominantly Italian/Irish town. And for the past God-knows-how-many years, I've only been attracted to Italians and Irish guys. Had I grew up close to the next town over, I might find Puerto Ricans or African Americans my first choice. Or better yet, if I grew up like most Filipinos, in Jersey City or somewhere in Bergen County, I would've find my own race sexually attractive. This might even explain why gay men in Toronto loves Asian guys. There's a HUGE Asian population over there! Maybe it's a bogus theory, but it's interesting nonetheless.

For my juicy story ...

Last night, my manager asked me to be on the floor to help out. I absolutely love this part of the job because I get to mingle with people. For some unknown reason, I was drawn to this lovely couple. Very nice and professional looking couple. After chatting for awhile and giving them my spiel and suggestions, they got very comfortable with me -- which is good. But I noticed that every time the girlfriend (or wife) turns around, the guy would touch his crotch from his pants and then smile at me. Ofcourse, as much as I wanted to look, I ignored him and just focused on the lady. After about a couple of times of crotch touching and rubbing, he got a tad bit brazen and will deliberately raise his arms so his t-shirt would ride up and thus giving me a full view of his hairy 6-pack. This time I said, "Fuck it!". I smiled at him and mouthed "Nice!". He did that for about 3 times, and I kept smiling each and every time. After we're all done. He shook my hand and sort of whispered to me, "Did you like the show?". I smiled and nodded and told them that I wish to see them again. Which ofcourse they said "yes". YES!

I'm such a whore!

Crackberry

2007-06-07T10:36:00.001-04:00

According to Word Spy.

crackberry n. A BlackBerry handheld computer, particularly one used obsessively; a person who uses such a computer obsessively.

Yes kids, I'm a crack(berry) head. That's why I've been neglecting this blog. Which now I totally feel guilty ofcourse. But then it just occured to me, I can blog from my Blackberry! Yay! I know, I need rehab.

Science of Dating

2007-05-29T10:13:00.000-04:00

Is there such a thing?

I've been trying to be good and meet people -- broadening my horizon. Trying to find the perfect guy to date, but to my dismay, it's alway "never right".

I went out on a 2nd date last Saturday with this guy. Usually, 2nd dates are so much better than the first one. You might even get lucky if you play your cards right. But this one was almost like a "2nd chance" type of date. Needless to say, there will be no more 3rd.

With a 2nd job, I don't think I have time to date right now. UNLESS, the right guy comes along. There is this guy I've been thinking a lot lately. He knows that I'm attracted to him. We texted each other like crazy Saturday night. YES! While I was on a date with the boring guy. Isn't that sad?

I might have been a little tipsy when I told him I like him, but hey, what's the worse that can happen? He'll just tell me that I'm not his type. Oh well?

Clean Mouth

2007-05-21T09:24:00.000-04:00

I've never gargled and brushed my teeth this much in my whole life! I gargle each and everytime I finish eating. I don't even care what is! It may be just peanuts or a cookie, that shit is not going stay more than 5 minutes in my mouth. But given the fact that none of you bitches didn't care about my ailing mouth, I will not mention anything more about the surgery and the post-op.

HOWEVAH ....

Last week, after the surgery and after the drugs, I still had to adjust on my eating habits. Obviously, I can't eat anything that would require a lot of chewing (eg. meat), so I had a lot of soup, shakes, and pasta. One day, I had pasta with some meat in it. I didn't realize it had little chunks of meat in it until it finally lodged itself in between my gums and the stitches. It didn't hurt, but it was SUPER uncomfortable. So, I kept picking it and picking it with my tongue UNTIL that shit got swollen and it started to hurt a little bit.

And the most embarrassing thing happened. I was walking back from the men's room when I saw this cute guy who I've had the longest crush on. We speak, but it was no more than "Good morning!" or "Goodnight!" -- pretty lame. He smiled at me from about 10 feet away, and I couldn't really give out a big smile because I was still busy picking my teeth with my tongue, so I gave out a wave. Now, by the time he got closer to me, I finally got rid of the pesky meat between my gums and gave him a smile (it was more of smile of relief for myself than for him actually). When he went passed me he went, "Excuse me? Are you ok?". So, I turned around and go, "Yeah, why? What's wrong?". Then he made this weird face and go, "You're mouth is bleeding. It's all over your teeth." I don't even know what happened after that, but I know I ran back to the bathroom and gargled. And sure enough, I picked my damn gums so much I started to make it bleed.

EEEEW MUCH? Sorry.

But check out what my dentist gave me today after he took out the stitches. He said, it'll help me clean out the gums.

My friend calls it, "douche syringe for gay men". It took me awhile to figure it out, so figure it out.