Yet another set of MEME questions

happy monday!

PART 1 : ON THE OUTSIDE

Name : Mr Wanna to some, but Bitch to most

Date of birth : A week and a few days after Mother's day

Current status : Single and trying hard to appreciate it

Eye color : Dark brown with a pinch of hope

Hair color : Jet black

Right or left handed : Righter

Zodiac : Being a pure breed socialite, of course i'm a Gemini. Nothing less

PART 2 : ON THE INSIDE

My heritage : 100% chinese with the complimentary single eyelid package

My fear : Fear of being alone, Eremophonia

My weakness : Perfectionism

My perfect pizza : Should be round with extra cheese

PART 3 : YESTERDAY, TODAY AND TOMORROW

Your first thought waking up : What to wear? Like i say, its tough being a socialite

Tomorrow : Jakarta, here i come!

Your bedtime : Too darn early. About 10ish. I think age is catching up with me

Most missed memory : Most likely forgotten

PART 4 : YOUR PICK

Pepsi or Coke : Whisky coke always did taste better than mixing whisky with pepsi. So i guess it's coke then

McD or Burger King : Neither. I much prefer the ivy

Single or group dates : Single will do for me. I'm hopeless with choices

Adidas or Nike : Neither. Topshop sandal will do just fine for me. I'm a self proclaimed beach boy

Lipton Tea or Nestea : Ahh finally, long island tea for me anytime

Chocolate or vanilla : Neither. I actually hate anything that's sweet

Cappuccino or coffee : Neither. I only drink tea. Like duh!

PART 5 : DO YOU...?

Smoke : Not that i know of

Curse : Maybe. And only when they doesn't have clothes in my size

PART 6 : IN THE PAST MONTH, HAVE YOU...?

Drank alcohol : It's a must! Why drink plain water when you can always have a ice cold long island tea instead?

Gone to the mall : Every other day

Been on stage : Mostly during fashion week

Eaten sushi : Of course. It's like part of my daily diet

PART 7 : WHAT WERE YOU DOING...?

1 minute ago : Staring blankly at this meme, trying to figure out where to begin

1 hour ago : Renting a book at a neighbourhood bookshop

4 1/2 hours ago : Went to the lawyer's office. Don't ask

1 month ago : Recovering from the worst shoot of my life so far

1 year ago : Probably in langkawi island, holidaying with the girls after yet another shoot

PART 8 : FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love : blushers and technicolour eye liners!

I feel : the constant need to wear something pink and glittery to work

I hate : nose bleed on a wedding day

I hide : whenever i can

I miss : working sometimes. I know i'm sad, but i do. Sometimes. Okay, most of the time. Happy?!

I need : a gay friend within reach

PART 9 : TAG 5 PEOPLE

1. lilmissmei; something to keep your mind off about those herpes. Oops!

2. discoball pixie; something to excite you about blogging again

3. ding-a-leng; you need a break from all those studying

4. miss smith; just irritating you plainly coz i know you will do it

5. you and You and YOU!

Mission Impossible

Okay, this is the deal; i need a gay friend! Just one and i'm not asking for more. Contrary to popular beliefs (not everything you heard on the radio or read on perezhilton.com about me is true) i do not, i repeat, do not have a gay friend with whom i could spend a wicked saturday night out with or just plainly go off for a shopping spree with. I know i'm sad. Spare me the puppy dog eyes will you.

The truth is, i do have a few gay friends coz it would be shamefully tragic to say otherwise. But out of the four gay friends i know, two of them are in jakarta, one is my boss (who is a bit older than me and he's a family man now, hence you can't expect him to go giggling around town with me) and the last one is my ex, which we shall not talk about. Therefore the closest thing i get to enjoying the benefit of a gay friend is hanging out with my dearest lesbian counterpart. But it's different la. I can't be sharing my stash of porn with her, can't i? She'll probably die of shock.

You might be asking why the hell i don't have any gay friends? Well, i've been thinking about that a lot lately and i guess it all boils down to the fact that;

a. I seldom, very seldom, close to never ever go to gay clubs. There's no one for me to go with. You can't seriously expect me to go alone! That would be tragic right smack in the face.

b. Even though i'm an active member of both fridae and gay.com, i don't actually go cruizing for friends online. That would also be quite tragic. Besides i'm a bit lazy to filter through all those godforsaken wankers that we all know exist amongst those pretty faces online.

c. I have way too many girlfriends, not that i am complaining. I sincerely adores every single one of them as they always treat me just like one of them, but that's where the problem lies. The stuff that a girl chats among themselves is way different than you would expect from a bunch of fags like me. Up till now, i think i'm the only guy in the whole wide world who understands what a perfectly fitted bra means to a girl. Likewise, there's also the theory that there could only be one gay guy in a group of girlfriends. Seldom do you see more than the usual ratio. Trust me, i've been in there long enough to know. So how could i expect other gay guys to venture into my group of girlfriends without being totally anguish with the heavy weight of compact powders, to the unexplainable urge for a mani/padi groupie session at the mall. I don't blame them.

d. And lastly, it has something to do with the line of work that i'm doing. Besides the obvious fact that it takes up nearly ninety percent of my personal time, i think my job is a very manly driven job that only a few selected females have succeed in it. And not much inbetweeners like me have been known to exist. The fact is, most of them couldn't be bothered with it, and if they did, they would have been smart enough to leave the bandwagon long before they turn into the psycho bitch that i'm slowing evolving to. Therefore no hope in meeting any gay friends at work either.

See. You can't really blame me for wanting a gay friend, cause i sincerely and urgently need one. Just one. I'm not greedy you know. So therefore tonight, i'm on a serious mission with my most trusted sidekick, lilmissmei, to look for a gay friend to be my friend. For interested applicants, catch my special one-night only appearance at Maison tonight along with lilmissmei. She'll be the one in the skimpiest outfit on the dance floor, while i will most probably be in the shadow shuffling to my own heartbeat. I'll even put an effort to smile. I promise.

i'm gonna be lucky tonight!

You must be joking. Seriously.

Thou shall not drink.

The scary bit about getting really drunk is not knowing what happen the day after. The amount of b52 that i shot up my blood stream, the infinite jugs of long island tea and the occasional lemon drop in between, is all i could remember of the previous night out. Ohh ya, there's also the lingering thoughts that i might have been flirting with one of the waiter at the club. Gosh! That's so totally unladylike of me!

Then again, this happens to me almost every weekend. The tragedies i fathered, the disaster i co-written and the destruction i caused every time i go for a girls night out with the boys is shamefully humiliating but nevertheless predictable. All in the days work of a classic case of a hopeless drunk.

For the benefit of you and your friends, the next time you happen to see me in a club, just turn away and go home. Don't even bother to stay for the complimentary drink cause seriously, it's not worth it and i'll probably ruin your fantabulous night out. But if you're a tormented pervert who enjoys seeing little asian boys doing the chicken little dance on the bar stool, well, by all means grab a seat coz the show is about to begin.

maydaze or sleazeball?

It's me! Me! and more ME!

Just a quickie before i put on my weekend party boots, remember discoball pixie's final graduation presentation, well, she did make it in time for the exhibition and her work, i must say, turn out really rEAlly well compare to the rest of her class mate. Seriously. Well done, discoball pixie! :)

That's me la.

Hello jakartarians!

Once again it's the time of the year for yet another vacation away from the boys back home. I know i'll be missed dearly but hey, a girl got to do what a girl got to do and besides, it's about time for some fresh foreign meat! Aww...i'm heading straight for slutville and i'm lovin' every nano second of it! Haha.

Anyway, i'll be dropping by to jakarta on the 1st of may and would be there for about two weeks to entertain all the giddy aunts in town. And this time around, after much consideration (seeing that their rates have increase moderately through out the months), i've invited FHM to come along with me for this trip. Tailing me around town as i party my way to infinity and beyond! Ohh...that reminds me, i think i need to go for some serious brazillian wax...hmm.

Mermaid

I know i should have ask before doing this. I should have seek permission before posting this picture in my blog, since it's not my own pix and it would be call stealing if i did otherwise. But i'm lazy la.

The beautiful mat salleh girl in the picture is miss 'shut your pet pet' meredith. She's a dear friend of mine. The shot was taken by miss smith with the help of bunssie while there were holidaying in bali (i have stylish friends you know!) I think this is a very vEry nice shot. Don't you think so?

like to see more? Visit miss smith's flickr @ www.flickr.com/photos/ash3s.

Eye candy of the month!

I think he's so adorable. So do-able! Many might know who this guy is cause he's kinda famous in the film industry here. He used to do lots of catwalk, then he move on to tv commercials, did a bit of singing in between and now venturing into movies. I used to have such a huge crush on him when i was in highschool. I absolutely think he's so so SO cute! I'll definitely do him anytime. Anytime. Just bring it on girlfriend!

I'm tempted to escape. To just disappear. Period.

"So does that mean you won't be having any children?" a friend of mine asked me a while ago over one too many drinks. At that time, i was a bit too tipsy myself to even register what he have just utter and with a fashionably wave of my hand, i simply disregard his concern and hit the dance floor to the tune of the royal gigolos. However, that one particular question have kept me laying in bed lately, staring out at the stormy sky, thinking about the choices i have made and the opportunities i have missed to be who i am today. And if i were to be really true to myself, a part of me have never stop asking if this is what i really want in life? Have i no remorse in doing what i am doing now? Have i no shame in breaking the hearts of people who have insured hope and faith in me? Am i that inhuman? Have i no compassion?

Call me the champion faggot, the man loving gay, the occasional sister or whatever name you can find in the book, i don't really care. To tell you the truth, i'm not proud of who i am but i don't have any problem about it either. And if being gay is equally as sinful as raping an innocent child or killing the entire population of rhinos in africa, well, by all means charge me, drag me and strap me against the electric chair and allow me to push the power button myself. I have sin then. But that's not the case here. Being gay is biological. It's not something that you can force a person to feel or react to. It's not a choice or a personal preference; you either got it or you don't. It doesn't make us any different than the next person in the bus. We still live by the same rule, given the same rights and deserve the same respect offered to any other human being.

I've learn to live my life by my own expectation and as long as i'm not harming anyone and i'm able to go through each day without regretting what i'm doing and knowing that i've put others in my best interest, i'm content enough. So maybe my parents won't be having any daughter-in-law from me after all, but it doesn't mean i love them less. A child's love to his parents is undivided. Unconditional. Now and forever.

And yes, i'm gonna somehow have my own kid someday and i'll probably name him brad. After brad pitt of course. I always did like his boyish please-touch-me look!

Can i hide underneath the bubbles?

I did Pangkor Island!

One of the many highlights of being a serious socialite like moí is the benefit of going for holidays whenever and wherever i desire. Saying so, me and my cheeky babes hop onto abang's band wagon and drove down to Pangkor Island for a good three day trip of tanning by the beach, doing laps in the pool, canoeing out in the open sea and enjoying the endless line of scrumptious buffet against the sunset. We even invite OK! magazine to join our little escapade, snapping away at our candid antics and featuring it in the latest issue for their iceland edition. It was certainly a turn-of-the-century event (if you disregard my previous trip to bali) that totally shook Pangkor Island to its core. But then again, isn't that what is expected from my trips? You couldn't be immortally stylish like me without throwing outrageous event like such. Ohh. I know. It's so hard to be popular. There's just sooo many expectation! Aww.