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| November 13, 2003 (Fri) My buddy is warla* with his beau so I won't be making any appearance in their flat this weekend. I'd feel safe in Iraq's U.N. Headquarters compared there. Grissom is a cute guy I had dinner with months before. He texted** me to visit his blog site. He's a CSI freak. And a Chico and Delamar fan. He seems surprised that Chico is gay. Hello, you don't have to read between Chico's balls to know he's gay. |
| Top 5 reasons why Grissom reminds me of John Cusack in High Fidelity. (5) Both are into making lists. (4) They're self-absorbed. (3) Both have relationship hang-ups. |
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| (2) They're nerdy and hot at the same time. And the top one reason: (1) They can warm my bed anytime! ________________ * at war ** this is not a verb! |
| Monday, Nov 24, 2003 "Six o'clock already i was just in the middle of a dream. i dreamed i was kissing valentino by a crystal blue italian screen. it's just another manic monday. wish it were sunday. cause that's my fun day ... these are the days when you wish your bed was already made." I skipped the first bus on the commute to work this morning, and ended up waiting half an hour for the next one to arrive. And a packed one at that. With the conductura's boobs on my face. I hate hype. Examples: Shawarma, Harry Potter, Judy Ann, Anne Rice. So when Queer as Folks became the buzzword in gay sites everywhere, I vowed to avoid it even if a pirated dvd were dangled in front of me. Last week, my lesbian officemate dangled, not a dvd, a vhs copy of episodes one and two of QAF. With a bleak social life forecast for the weekend ahead, I grabbed it as a shipwreck survivor would to a floating par. I finished up to episode 9 last week. The only reason that kept me from finishing the whole first season is the same reason why people prolong orgasms. Okay, aside from the fact that my friend Richard is treating us on Saturday night in celebration of his first paycheck. So last Saturday I found myself on Orosa courtyard, surveying the crowd. If I were to believe on the wisdom of Bryan (of QAF) that gay life is all about sex, then all of the people who hang out there are either waiting to be picked up or scouring for a trick. But as the night wore on, I see the same bunch of people who came leaving in, more or less, the same group as the one they had come in. Are people there just too shy, or just too picky? Maybe it's not all about sex after all. All around me people were talking about their week, laughing at their experiences, and just having plain good time with friends. Maybe it's about having a community where people can understand the same things you're going through. And with the possibility of bringing home a cute guy for the night as bonus, where else would you wanna be on a Saturday night? (Unless of course, you have the full season episodes of QAF.) |
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