<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063</id><updated>2012-01-06T22:28:59.822-08:00</updated><category term='hot men'/><category term='underwear'/><category term='massage'/><category term='gay'/><category term='funny'/><category term='The Boyfriend'/><category term='Sunday Brunch'/><category term='Wii'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='rants'/><category term='music'/><category term='Abercrombie'/><category term='YouTube'/><category term='gay days'/><category term='KY Boy'/><category term='puppy love'/><category term='movie'/><category term='sex'/><category term='travel'/><category term='porn'/><category term='taiwan'/><category term='iPhone'/><category term='survey'/><category term='current events'/><category term='food'/><category term='My Hag'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='WTF'/><category term='JT'/><category term='tv'/><category term='Pomona Boy'/><category term='Photo Boy'/><category term='The Ex'/><category term='work'/><category term='adoption'/><category term='gay marriage'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Queer Culture Clash</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-3496561702146194970</id><published>2010-04-15T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:43:06.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><title type='text'>Kellan Lutz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This 25-year-old actor plays Emmett Cullen in the Twilight series. He's in the upcoming movie A Nightmare on Elm Street. He was a model for Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch before becoming an actor. Did someone say "yummm?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S8fqYDwTOlI/AAAAAAAABbA/A_b2ylenntc/s1600/kellan2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S8fqYDwTOlI/AAAAAAAABbA/A_b2ylenntc/s400/kellan2.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S8fqXlXqkWI/AAAAAAAABa4/NnH5FU-Unp8/s1600/kellan-lutz-shirtless.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S8fqXlXqkWI/AAAAAAAABa4/NnH5FU-Unp8/s640/kellan-lutz-shirtless.jpg" width="507" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S8fqW7dbr9I/AAAAAAAABaw/eTby2gBIwNg/s1600/kellan-lutz-20081210-477381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S8fqW7dbr9I/AAAAAAAABaw/eTby2gBIwNg/s640/kellan-lutz-20081210-477381.jpg" width="460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S8fqWb_-4WI/AAAAAAAABao/Ldt-NiNHp0s/s1600/kellan_lutz-3589.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S8fqWb_-4WI/AAAAAAAABao/Ldt-NiNHp0s/s640/kellan_lutz-3589.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S8fqV9CWrCI/AAAAAAAABag/f_uoyBVKRFo/s1600/gallery_enlarged-kellanlutz-shirtless-photos-05212009-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S8fqV9CWrCI/AAAAAAAABag/f_uoyBVKRFo/s640/gallery_enlarged-kellanlutz-shirtless-photos-05212009-10.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S8fqUIcVN1I/AAAAAAAABaY/hNkYzuy5avw/s1600/6a00d83451587d69e2012875f111c6970c-500wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S8fqUIcVN1I/AAAAAAAABaY/hNkYzuy5avw/s640/6a00d83451587d69e2012875f111c6970c-500wi.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-3496561702146194970?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3496561702146194970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=3496561702146194970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3496561702146194970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3496561702146194970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/kellan-lutz.html' title='Kellan Lutz'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S8fqYDwTOlI/AAAAAAAABbA/A_b2ylenntc/s72-c/kellan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-8053617727090408579</id><published>2010-03-31T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:00:44.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;http://www.barepool.com/I am heading to Vegas this weekend, and we might hit &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.barepool.com/"&gt;Bare&lt;/a&gt; (The Mirage) and &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.kravelasvegas.com/"&gt;Krave&lt;/a&gt; (Planet Hollywood) on Saturday night. Got any tips? Other than the booze and clubbing, I am just looking forward to a nice and relaxing weekend far away from home and responsibilities. It's been a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-8053617727090408579?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8053617727090408579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=8053617727090408579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8053617727090408579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8053617727090408579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2010/03/vegas.html' title='Vegas'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-7218670444695241627</id><published>2010-03-31T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:01:55.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, the maker of the famous He Wolf video on YouTube recently posted a new video. He 3. Check it out. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_LziJRQdNs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_LziJRQdNs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Watch the He Wolf video here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V0QNEZTzENU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V0QNEZTzENU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-7218670444695241627?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7218670444695241627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=7218670444695241627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/7218670444695241627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/7218670444695241627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-3.html' title='He 3'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-5564460615123934171</id><published>2010-03-31T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:54:14.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I am seriously disturbed by &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.cnn.com/2010/CRIME/03/30/westboro.baptist.snyder/index.html?iref=allsearch"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. So you probably have heard about the Westboro Baptist Church whose members frequently picket at funerals of US soldiers killed in the war. They believe that God is punishing the US for the sins of homosexuality by killing these soldiers. How fucked up is that? A father of one of the soldiers sued the church, and now has been ordered to cough up $16,000 to pay for the church's legal fees because those crazy people had the rights to picket at his son's funeral. Fuck the first amendment. Yes, everyone should enjoy the freedom of speech, and you can say whatever you want, but you have to take responsibility for what you say. You can't just simply defame someone or hurt other people with your words. Freedom of speech isn't exactly free. Is it just me, or does it seem like being crazy is the prerequisite for being religious these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-5564460615123934171?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5564460615123934171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=5564460615123934171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5564460615123934171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5564460615123934171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2010/03/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-3617703031297242413</id><published>2010-03-11T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:26:06.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>Hayden Christensen - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I've been re-watching Star Wars lately and drooling over Hayden Christensen. If I weren't dating &lt;b&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/b&gt;, I want to make him my husband. LOL. &lt;a href="http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-brunch-hayden-christensen.html" target="_blank"&gt;(Part 1 of Hayden here.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S5mzHRiI6CI/AAAAAAAABaQ/KrpiqZzyuM8/s400/hayden07.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S5mzDvrLfoI/AAAAAAAABZg/yLxSsboyKlc/s1600-h/hayden01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S5mzDvrLfoI/AAAAAAAABZg/yLxSsboyKlc/s640/hayden01.jpg" width="441" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S5mzEV3oIvI/AAAAAAAABZo/-rlSadqKDMQ/s1600-h/hayden02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S5mzEV3oIvI/AAAAAAAABZo/-rlSadqKDMQ/s640/hayden02.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S5mzEm_A81I/AAAAAAAABZw/S-JAg6EGjv0/s1600-h/hayden03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S5mzEm_A81I/AAAAAAAABZw/S-JAg6EGjv0/s400/hayden03.jpg" width="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S5mzFYppH9I/AAAAAAAABZ4/c41jaKRwvBk/s1600-h/hayden04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S5mzFYppH9I/AAAAAAAABZ4/c41jaKRwvBk/s400/hayden04.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S5mzFzHLS3I/AAAAAAAABaA/T2HbCFuJznQ/s1600-h/hayden05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S5mzFzHLS3I/AAAAAAAABaA/T2HbCFuJznQ/s640/hayden05.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S5mzGlaaoUI/AAAAAAAABaI/UTzSOcNqpNo/s1600-h/hayden06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S5mzGlaaoUI/AAAAAAAABaI/UTzSOcNqpNo/s400/hayden06.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;yummy... just the right amount of chest hair. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-3617703031297242413?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3617703031297242413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=3617703031297242413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3617703031297242413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3617703031297242413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2010/03/hayden-christensen-2.html' title='Hayden Christensen - 2'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S5mzHRiI6CI/AAAAAAAABaQ/KrpiqZzyuM8/s72-c/hayden07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-3675316300927697436</id><published>2010-03-10T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:08:42.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So I joined LA Fitness about 6 months ago. I've been going pretty regularly (a couple times a week) but occasionally I would feel really lazy and not go for a week or so. After the new year, new members were crowding the gym in the afternoon, so I switched to work out in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In the past month or so, I have been waking up at 6 AM every weekday and going to the gym, and I am starting to see pretty good results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I am amazed by my own determination and surprised I was able to keep it up this time. Of course, the eye candy at the gym is always a good motivator. There's this guy that I sometimes see and it seems like he walks out of an Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch catalog. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S5hQg7bsDgI/AAAAAAAABZY/8gR8VwhOs9o/s1600-h/ug0NmMuzpM9ordy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S5hQg7bsDgI/AAAAAAAABZY/8gR8VwhOs9o/s640/ug0NmMuzpM9ordy.jpg" width="435" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-3675316300927697436?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3675316300927697436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=3675316300927697436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3675316300927697436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3675316300927697436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2010/03/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/S5hQg7bsDgI/AAAAAAAABZY/8gR8VwhOs9o/s72-c/ug0NmMuzpM9ordy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-24975096159120735</id><published>2010-03-08T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:44:28.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay marriage'/><title type='text'>Roy Ashburn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I am not sure if you heard about this. A California senator, Roy Ashburn, who has consistently voted against any gay rights measures during his 14 years in the state legislature, was arrested a few days ago for DUI. He was just leaving a gay club in Sacramento. Today he came out. &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/03/08/roy-ashburn-california-st_n_490605.html" target="_blank"&gt;Read the full article here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, instead of being someone that is true to himself and stands for his own rights, I think it's sad to have to live a double life, and at the same time, it's extremely disgusting for him to publicly criticize and deny rights to gay people. Yes, I understand it's difficult to be gay. You can stay in the closet for all I care. But as a politician, not only did he do NOTHING to fight for us, but he also actually voted against all gay rights measures. This makes me sick. He could have been one of many that make history by fighting for human rights, but he's now just going down in flames as the one who's never been true to the public, his family and friends, and himself. A &lt;b&gt;hypocrite&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I do support his coming out (even though he's actually "outed"). I hope that by finally being honest with everyone, he won't&amp;nbsp; fear to fight for his own rights and those of gay people across the nation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-24975096159120735?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/24975096159120735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=24975096159120735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/24975096159120735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/24975096159120735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2010/03/roy-ashburn.html' title='Roy Ashburn'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-5550579968998137736</id><published>2009-12-22T21:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:24:54.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Merry Christmas, everyone! Here's something for you all. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lrokZP47j-I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lrokZP47j-I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-5550579968998137736?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5550579968998137736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=5550579968998137736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5550579968998137736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5550579968998137736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-3894970438100886734</id><published>2009-12-16T21:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:46:26.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>Counting Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nine more days until Christmas (actually, almost just 8 left)! I am pretty much done with my shopping. I just need to think of something to get for Pomona Boy's family when I go visit. Are you done with your shopping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago, I downloaded Adam Lambert's new album, &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002WMJKBY?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=queculcla-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B002WMJKBY"&gt;For Your Entertainment&lt;/a&gt;. At first, I thought the album was overall pretty good, but as I listened to it more and more, it's really grown on me. Now I just love this album. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's not afraid to be himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To me, he's just like a male Lady Gaga. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found a damn good deal on a MGM suite, the &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.mgmgrand.com/hotel/celebrity-spa-suites.aspx"&gt;celebrity spa suite&lt;/a&gt; to be exact, and I booked it as the anniversary present for Pomona Boy and me, and also for Valentine's Day... even though we are not going until April. lol. That's when this suite is the cheapest... You really can't beat $95 a night on the weekend for a spa suite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-3894970438100886734?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3894970438100886734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=3894970438100886734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3894970438100886734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3894970438100886734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/12/counting-down.html' title='Counting Down'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-1964586239141484949</id><published>2009-12-07T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:29:45.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>Guess What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; is baaaaaaack! His plane landed this morning and he is now back on U.S. soil. I am very excited about that. Even though I won't get to see him in person until Christmas, at least we are now in the same time zone, and communication will be much easier. No more staying up late or waking up extra early for me. We will also get to text. Ahhhhh. I just can't wait until Christmas. Eighteen more days to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was everyone's Thanksgiving? I ended up going out on Thanksgiving night with my sister and a friend, and then we went to see New Moon, so I am sure your Thanksgiving was definitely better than mine. I got quite a bit of shopping done on Black Friday, but I am still not completely done yet. I also have to think of some stuff to buy for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt;'s family when I visit him. He kept telling me that I don't have to get his family anything, but you know, it's Christmas, and I am "intruding" their family time, so I really think I should get them something. It never hurts to kiss his family's butts by bribing. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-1964586239141484949?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1964586239141484949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=1964586239141484949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1964586239141484949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1964586239141484949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/12/guess-what.html' title='Guess What?'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-7739458977513490782</id><published>2009-11-05T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:55:06.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><title type='text'>Touchless Orgasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SvOctuXjy4I/AAAAAAAABZQ/bgLfL31qOkY/s1600-h/Internal-Male.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SvOctuXjy4I/AAAAAAAABZQ/bgLfL31qOkY/s400/Internal-Male.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400832687502248834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've heard that it's possible for a bottom to get an orgasm without having his penis even touched. Has anyone out there been lucky enough to accomplish this themselves or make it happen to their bottoming partners? Supposedly, the prostate is the male g-spot, and with proper stimulation by the penis and the right position, it IS possible to have a "touchless" orgasm. I surveyed a couple gay couples that I know, and a couple of them actually told me it has happened for them. I am amazed. Ha ha. If you know how to make this happen, please tell me (what position, etc.) I am sure other inquiring minds would like to know as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-7739458977513490782?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7739458977513490782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=7739458977513490782' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/7739458977513490782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/7739458977513490782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/touchless-orgasm.html' title='Touchless Orgasm'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SvOctuXjy4I/AAAAAAAABZQ/bgLfL31qOkY/s72-c/Internal-Male.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-8944953154982386329</id><published>2009-10-29T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:03:50.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Brett... from Survivor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hottest man on Survivor this season.... &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brett &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Clouser, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;23 year-old t-shirt designer from Los Angeles. Do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SupjqwEBImI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Do6G_PWBt60/s1600-h/brett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SupjqwEBImI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Do6G_PWBt60/s400/brett.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398236689464369762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Supj1pzvRdI/AAAAAAAABZI/gV14MXhvc_A/s1600-h/brett39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Supj1pzvRdI/AAAAAAAABZI/gV14MXhvc_A/s400/brett39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398236876764038610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SupjrGrnzQI/AAAAAAAABYY/GrIWnW2MXT8/s1600-h/brett2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SupjrGrnzQI/AAAAAAAABYY/GrIWnW2MXT8/s400/brett2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398236695536061698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Supj1Qh3MGI/AAAAAAAABZA/Uqjdmkg1m54/s1600-h/brett23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Supj1Qh3MGI/AAAAAAAABZA/Uqjdmkg1m54/s400/brett23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398236869978173538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Supj1EizFQI/AAAAAAAABY4/JfkoO7xNz_k/s1600-h/brett6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Supj1EizFQI/AAAAAAAABY4/JfkoO7xNz_k/s400/brett6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398236866760873218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Supjr-mQQMI/AAAAAAAABYw/ybzIgtX5Ykc/s1600-h/brett5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Supjr-mQQMI/AAAAAAAABYw/ybzIgtX5Ykc/s400/brett5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398236710545932482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;yum... love that chest and those arms...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SupjrpxW6KI/AAAAAAAABYo/4p8HVwsq94M/s1600-h/brett4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SupjrpxW6KI/AAAAAAAABYo/4p8HVwsq94M/s400/brett4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398236704955361442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SupjrfpikfI/AAAAAAAABYg/0p3ahiqi-vE/s1600-h/brett3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SupjrfpikfI/AAAAAAAABYg/0p3ahiqi-vE/s400/brett3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398236702238216690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-8944953154982386329?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8944953154982386329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=8944953154982386329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8944953154982386329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8944953154982386329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/10/brett-from-survivor.html' title='Brett... from Survivor'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SupjqwEBImI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Do6G_PWBt60/s72-c/brett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-8656871177692479174</id><published>2009-09-14T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:53:44.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><title type='text'>Summer's Almost Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh god. I can't wait for the summer to be over. This summer hasn't been as bad as previous ones, but it's still unbearable sometimes. I love fall and winter because I get to layer my clothes. It's boring to just wear a t-shirt or a polo shirt. It's better to be able to wear a sweater or a jacket with the shirt. Also it's just nice to cuddle in cold weather. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get why guys in the US don't like to wear speedos. Every guy in the rest of the world does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8PO_LrNMI/AAAAAAAABYI/OqXuMQ1d7LY/s1600-h/speedos05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8PO_LrNMI/AAAAAAAABYI/OqXuMQ1d7LY/s400/speedos05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381536829884019906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8POjA-IjI/AAAAAAAABYA/cthHj6h8cDw/s1600-h/speedos04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8POjA-IjI/AAAAAAAABYA/cthHj6h8cDw/s400/speedos04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381536822322930226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8POAHQknI/AAAAAAAABX4/vEkYZhKLVGU/s1600-h/speedos03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8POAHQknI/AAAAAAAABX4/vEkYZhKLVGU/s400/speedos03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381536812954063474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8PN5DmTwI/AAAAAAAABXw/WyZTJEkk-8s/s1600-h/speedos02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8PN5DmTwI/AAAAAAAABXw/WyZTJEkk-8s/s400/speedos02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381536811059662594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8PNYBSy8I/AAAAAAAABXo/cuQGPKmp4sU/s1600-h/speedos01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8PNYBSy8I/AAAAAAAABXo/cuQGPKmp4sU/s400/speedos01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381536802191625154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8PA1zbUkI/AAAAAAAABXg/PWYuDwgUXMs/s1600-h/speedos10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8PA1zbUkI/AAAAAAAABXg/PWYuDwgUXMs/s400/speedos10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381536586848227906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8PAjfCs7I/AAAAAAAABXY/uSx-HMJWhdE/s1600-h/speedos09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8PAjfCs7I/AAAAAAAABXY/uSx-HMJWhdE/s400/speedos09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381536581930890162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8PAN4CH-I/AAAAAAAABXQ/GM49yjWRbqg/s1600-h/speedos08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8PAN4CH-I/AAAAAAAABXQ/GM49yjWRbqg/s400/speedos08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381536576130129890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8O_iFZWvI/AAAAAAAABXI/KS1CDzGeDCw/s1600-h/speedos07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8O_iFZWvI/AAAAAAAABXI/KS1CDzGeDCw/s400/speedos07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381536564375018226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8O_H-zYzI/AAAAAAAABXA/Y2aOT9z_fqw/s1600-h/speedos06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8O_H-zYzI/AAAAAAAABXA/Y2aOT9z_fqw/s400/speedos06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381536557368042290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-8656871177692479174?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8656871177692479174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=8656871177692479174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8656871177692479174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8656871177692479174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/summers-almost-over.html' title='Summer&apos;s Almost Over!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sq8PO_LrNMI/AAAAAAAABYI/OqXuMQ1d7LY/s72-c/speedos05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-1148290767563444067</id><published>2009-08-17T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:30:29.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>hey hey hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How's it going, guys? I am doing good. I am getting a year older in a week (blah) and not looking forward to getting old, but it's life, right? Work's been getting busier. Summer has been historically our slow season, but hopefully this is a good thing and can only lead to more business later this year. It's better than not having any business and getting laid off. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been exercising regularly lately. Recently I came to realize that I should not just spend all my time on sleeping, working, eating, and fooling around on my computer. I need to have a healthier lifestyle and become more fit. I did not join a gym, although I sort of want to (LA Fitness - let me know if you know of any good deals). I just go running outside and do some basic weight training at home. Another motivation is that I don't want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; to come back and see a fat boyfriend. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; just finished his summer semester in China and has about 3 weeks off before the fall semester starts. Instead of going on some tours that his friends are doing, he decided to stay at the dorm and just chill for 3 weeks. I thought he might get really bored, but he said he's actually looking forward to relaxing and doing nothing for 3 weeks. I am counting down to the day he returns to the US, and there are 111 days left as of today. I was really paranoid before he left that something bad might happen and our relationship might not withstand the long distance. After having been apart for 2 months now, I feel our relationship is getting stronger and I really can see us "surviving" (for lack of a better word) through this. I cannot wait for his return and to hold him in my arms again. I requested to have time off later this year and was recently approved by my manager. I am planning on flying to Washington on Christmas and spending it with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt;. Ahhhh I really hope it will be a white Christmas! I will stay there until after the new year so we will be counting down together this year, since we didn't get to do it last year and I was really bummed out about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it Christmas yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-1148290767563444067?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1148290767563444067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=1148290767563444067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1148290767563444067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1148290767563444067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-hey-hey.html' title='hey hey hey'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-397141666624798760</id><published>2009-07-27T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:21:47.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>The Heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How's everyone's weekend? It's soooo hot in So Cal here. I would start sweating after walking outside for 5 minutes. It's gross because I hate the wet sticky feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been missing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; really badly. It's only been a little over a month since he went to China. I sleep poorly pretty much every day because I try to stay up and wake up early to catch him online. Of course he is not always online. I call him at least once a week. I want to call him more often but I don't want to interrupt his studying because I know he's really busy. I feel like I am going crazy and depressed. Am I supposed to feel this way, so... "attached" to someone? This is not very healthy, right? I don't think this is normal, and I think I am being too dependent. I do really love him A LOT and it's unbearable for me to not be able to see him or hug him for 6 months!! Argh!! HEEEEEEEEELPPPPPP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana,-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Queer-Culture-Clash/83684855517"&gt;Click here to visit this blog's Facebook page.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-397141666624798760?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/397141666624798760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=397141666624798760' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/397141666624798760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/397141666624798760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/heat.html' title='The Heat'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-7554902668853793962</id><published>2009-07-12T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:57:20.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>If You Could Make Anyone Fall in Love with You, Would You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you could make anyone fall in love with you, would you? I can't say that I wouldn't, because I want to make the person whom I love be in love with me forever. But would I really be happy, knowing that I "made" him this way? I just watched this movie called "&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001Y7CVXC?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=queculcla-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B001Y7CVXC"&gt;Were the World Mine&lt;/a&gt;" and that's the concept of this movie. Of course, it also has many cute boys in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SlpX5jkjhXI/AAAAAAAABWg/r-N7bWfG7ug/s1600-h/were_the_world_mine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SlpX5jkjhXI/AAAAAAAABWg/r-N7bWfG7ug/s400/were_the_world_mine1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357691353023350130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SlpX2EwP6VI/AAAAAAAABWY/qKJbCvpSIN8/s1600-h/were_the_world_mine6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SlpX2EwP6VI/AAAAAAAABWY/qKJbCvpSIN8/s400/were_the_world_mine6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357691293211289938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SlpX17Bf5BI/AAAAAAAABWQ/571V5NcKxak/s1600-h/were_the_world_mine5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SlpX17Bf5BI/AAAAAAAABWQ/571V5NcKxak/s400/were_the_world_mine5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357691290599285778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SlpX1pdZ02I/AAAAAAAABWI/P6dPgaQocnQ/s1600-h/were_the_world_mine4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SlpX1pdZ02I/AAAAAAAABWI/P6dPgaQocnQ/s400/were_the_world_mine4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357691285884490594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SlpX1VsCqDI/AAAAAAAABWA/yShDgAICwT8/s1600-h/were_the_world_mine3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SlpX1VsCqDI/AAAAAAAABWA/yShDgAICwT8/s400/were_the_world_mine3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357691280577177650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SlpX1LKxiPI/AAAAAAAABV4/Ww9swZh7lgE/s1600-h/were_the_world_mine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SlpX1LKxiPI/AAAAAAAABV4/Ww9swZh7lgE/s400/were_the_world_mine2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357691277753288946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lead is played by Tanner Cohen (what a cutie :-p). He plays a high school student whose drama teacher casts him as Puck in their senior play, "A Midsummer Night's Dream." He discovers a recipe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hidden in the novel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to make Cupid's love juice, and the love juice makes the person you spray it on fall in love with you. You will have to watch the movie to find out what happens next. The movie also shows issues with homophobia and gay marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SlpY2WEG12I/AAAAAAAABW4/0PWE-ELf3hE/s1600-h/tcohen-609-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SlpY2WEG12I/AAAAAAAABW4/0PWE-ELf3hE/s400/tcohen-609-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357692397369612130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SlpY16hU42I/AAAAAAAABWw/b1uLzavZDJs/s1600-h/tcohen-609_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SlpY16hU42I/AAAAAAAABWw/b1uLzavZDJs/s400/tcohen-609_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357692389975974754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SlpY1sWRy8I/AAAAAAAABWo/XSEwWbkVFO8/s1600-h/tcohen-609-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SlpY1sWRy8I/AAAAAAAABWo/XSEwWbkVFO8/s400/tcohen-609-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357692386171538370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's the trailer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IKsFo3q_yZA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IKsFo3q_yZA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001Y7CVXC?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=queculcla-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B001Y7CVXC"&gt;Were the World Mine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-7554902668853793962?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7554902668853793962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=7554902668853793962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/7554902668853793962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/7554902668853793962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-could-make-anyone-fall-in-love.html' title='If You Could Make Anyone Fall in Love with You, Would You?'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SlpX5jkjhXI/AAAAAAAABWg/r-N7bWfG7ug/s72-c/were_the_world_mine1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-4172294989166182688</id><published>2009-07-05T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:30:40.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indias Court Overturns Gay Sex Ban</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Did you hear about this? I just found out and this is great news! Now if I go to India, I won't have to worry about having gay sex. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/03/world/asia/03india.html?_r=1"&gt;Read full article here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-4172294989166182688?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4172294989166182688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=4172294989166182688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4172294989166182688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4172294989166182688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/indias-court-overturns-gay-sex-ban.html' title='Indias Court Overturns Gay Sex Ban'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-3673850512525101956</id><published>2009-07-02T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:41:04.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><title type='text'>Armpits are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sexy! Well, as long as they are not too hairy.&lt;/span&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sk1he2dFStI/AAAAAAAABVs/EVFTCe1jpGY/s1600-h/3659196911_dc868eab2d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sk1he2dFStI/AAAAAAAABVs/EVFTCe1jpGY/s400/3659196911_dc868eab2d_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354042714654853842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sk1henKmMSI/AAAAAAAABVg/un7TQr6qOKQ/s1600-h/3452510069_d31e9890f0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sk1henKmMSI/AAAAAAAABVg/un7TQr6qOKQ/s400/3452510069_d31e9890f0_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354042710550786338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sk1hecwsEJI/AAAAAAAABVY/LagKWzJ--kQ/s1600-h/3259429188_33720ba94c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sk1hWLMa0kI/AAAAAAAABUo/Xuy-8K24BVg/s400/3185007544_152287a714_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354042565603283522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-3673850512525101956?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3673850512525101956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=3673850512525101956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3673850512525101956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3673850512525101956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/armpits-are.html' title='Armpits are...'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sk1he2dFStI/AAAAAAAABVs/EVFTCe1jpGY/s72-c/3659196911_dc868eab2d_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-8967264979094170844</id><published>2009-06-26T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T07:08:48.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Exorcism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It amazes me how something like this is still happening... in this country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L9v2uk99o2E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L9v2uk99o2E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-8967264979094170844?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8967264979094170844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=8967264979094170844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8967264979094170844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8967264979094170844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/gay-exorcism.html' title='Gay Exorcism'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-4106650844193425843</id><published>2009-06-18T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T07:14:46.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>Pomona Boy in China</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got back on Tuesday night from hanging out with Pomona Boy. We had a lot of fun. We went canoeing at the University of Washington and hung out with his friends. He also had his birthday party/family reunion/going-away party while I was there, and I was very fortunate to have met his father's side of the family. Everyone was very nice to me, and I hope I left a good impression on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pomona Boy just arrived in China a couple hours ago. I got a chance to talk to him on AIM and Facebook. It's going to be a long 6-month coming up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Queer-Culture-Clash/83684855517"&gt;Click here to visit this blog's Facebook page.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-4106650844193425843?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4106650844193425843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=4106650844193425843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4106650844193425843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4106650844193425843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/pomona-boy-in-china.html' title='Pomona Boy in China'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-7065662507814277494</id><published>2009-06-05T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:42:16.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>Surprise -&gt; No Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You all know I "was" going to surprise &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy &lt;/span&gt;next week by showing up at his doorstep in Washington, so we get to see each other before he leaves for China. Well... last Sunday when we were talking on the phone, he told me that he had some bad news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he knew my secret, that I was going to surprise him by visiting him. The reason that he knew, was his best friend told him. When I was planning the surprise, I tracked down his best friend and his sister on Facebook and asked for their advice and make some plans. Well, he was talking to his best friend about 1 week prior to this, and he mentioned that he "originally planned" to come down to CA to visit me and just fly to China from LAX. I guess his friend misunderstood him and told him that I already planned to visit him, to make sure he doesn't change his plan and come down, and we would miss each other. Nice! Very nice! LOL. I think she should have checked with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt;'s sister first and make sure that he's not changing his flight. His sister was very angry at his best friend for just bluntly telling him without confirming anything with her first. Oh well... guess whose name is crossed out on the secret surprise planning committee? :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he found out, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; told me that he was debating whether to tell me the truth, or act that he didn't know and just pretend to be surprised. Ha ha. Now that would have just been silly. He also thought about showing up at the airport with his sister and surprise me instead. I would have LOVED it. I think that's what I would have done if I were in his situation. But he wasn't sure how I would take it or if I would be upset that my surprise was ruined. So anyway, he decided to tell me the truth a week after he found out. I wasn't upset at all though. He said he was very surprised when he found out and he thought that it was very sweet of me to want to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally I had planned to just leave him alone to run his errands or do them with him when I am there, since those days will be his last few days in the U.S., and I am sure that he would have tons of errands to do, things to buy, etc. Now that he knows, he is just going to plan around it, so we will end up being able to spend more quality time together. I guess it works out better this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am flying out next Thursday night. I cannot wait to see my baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-7065662507814277494?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7065662507814277494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=7065662507814277494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/7065662507814277494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/7065662507814277494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/surprise-no-surprise.html' title='Surprise -&gt; No Surprise'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-1690591188884608171</id><published>2009-05-26T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:30:42.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay marriage'/><title type='text'>Shame on California</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, today the California Supreme Court announced their ruling on the legality of prop 8 and decided that the ban on gay marriage should be upheld. Shame, shame, SHAME on California. It amazes me that as a country that prides itself on its democracy, peace, and equality, people in this country can still be so narrow-minded. What is it to you that you must impose your religious beliefs on other people? Feel free to follow your belief in "traditional marriage," but don't force other people to follow your beliefs. Why is it that gay people have to live the way you expect them to? How is it bothering your life? Why is it that gay couples can't make important medical decisions for each other, pass properties or estates to their significant others when they die, adopt children, or file taxes as married? Why is it that gay couples can't have the same rights as straight couples do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your so-called traditional marriage? Is it a marriage between a man and a woman which has a 50% chance of success? Is that really better than two people of the same sex who are truly in love getting married to each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate conservative people. Really. I truly do. Ahhhh it makes me so angry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/05/26/california.same.sex.marriage/index.html"&gt;Read the CNN article here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-1690591188884608171?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1690591188884608171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=1690591188884608171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1690591188884608171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1690591188884608171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/shame-on-california.html' title='Shame on California'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-8748226337474054051</id><published>2009-05-22T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:40:49.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Your Fingers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;The California Supreme Court announced today that it will rule Tuesday 5/26 on the constitutionality of Proposition 8, the November ballot measure that resurrected a ban on same-sex marriage.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;The ruling, which will be posted at 10 a.m., will also determine whether an estimated 18,000 same-sex marriages will continue to be recognized by the state.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2009/05/proposition-8-decision-will-occur-tuesday-california-supreme-court-says.html"&gt;Click here to read the entire article.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-8748226337474054051?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8748226337474054051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=8748226337474054051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8748226337474054051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8748226337474054051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/cross-your-fingers.html' title='Cross Your Fingers!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-6348372900716638257</id><published>2009-05-20T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:22:20.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thank you, Paul, Jon, Jeremy and Bruce, for the kind suggestions. I took &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; to the airport yesterday and he's now back in Washington. I cried yesterday morning. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tracked down his sister on Facebook a couple weeks ago and have been talking to her about my plan to go visit him. I asked her to check with their parents, and they are absolutely fine with the idea. His sister said it was very sweet of me to want to do this. So it sounds like I have his family's support. I booked my flight today, and it was diiiiirt cheap. Roundtrip non-stop airfare between LAX and SEA for less than $150. Good deal, huh? (Btw it is Virgin America, one of my favorite airlines). His sister will pick me up at the airport. Since it will be pretty late when I arrive, we are just going to sneak into his house and knock on his door to surprise him that way. I am going to tell him that I am seeing a movie with a friend to cover the few hours when I am unreachable. Once I land, I will sign on AIM on my iPhone and chat with him on the way to his house. The next thing he knows, his beloved boyfriend will knock on his door, perhaps with flowers if his boyfriend can find some at the airport. Ha ha ha. What a genius plan. Call me Dr. Evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon - he's going to China to study Chinese for a semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-6348372900716638257?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6348372900716638257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=6348372900716638257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/6348372900716638257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/6348372900716638257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-1431001267447980007</id><published>2009-05-12T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:31:29.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>Need Your Opinion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; is coming over to stay at my place for a few days and flying back to Seattle next week. He then leaves for China in mid June, and he's not coming back to the states until mid December (then California in mid January). This means that once he leaves here next week, I won't be able to see him for 8 months, which is double the amount of time we have been boyfriends. LOL. Before meeting him, I never thought long distance relationships could work. Really! But now I am in this situation myself and I really want to make it work. Both of us do. I hope it works out for us. I know he will be worth the wait, and I think he feels the same way about me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I need your opinion on is this. For the past couple of days, I've thought about flying up to Seattle the weekend before he leaves and surprise him. I emailed his best friend in Seattle about it and wanted to get her opinion and see if she could come up with any ideas of surprising him, but I haven't heard back. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; will turn 21 a few days after he arrives in China, so if I fly up in June, I can also celebrate his birthday with him. I really want to do this. I really want to see him one last time before he leaves. I already checked with my manager and make sure that I can get time off on those days. BUT, I don't know if he's going to think I am a crazy psycho stalker that wouldn't leave him alone to spend the last few days with his family. I am not trying to "compete" with his family or friends up there and take him away from spending time with them, but I also want to spend those days with him. I don't know... maybe I am over-thinking. Do you think you would be happy to see me if you were him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have some cool ideas of how I can surprise him, please let me know, too. The flight I am looking to book lands late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-1431001267447980007?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1431001267447980007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=1431001267447980007' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1431001267447980007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1431001267447980007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/need-your-opinion.html' title='Need Your Opinion'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-5752807997828722356</id><published>2009-05-01T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:34:43.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog is on Facebook!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please feel free to come check out the Facebook page for my blog. Write anything on the wall, post anything, or even become a fan! Ha ha. &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank" href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Queer-Culture-Clash/83684855517"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have a good weekend, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-5752807997828722356?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5752807997828722356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=5752807997828722356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5752807997828722356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5752807997828722356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-blog-is-on-facebook.html' title='This Blog is on Facebook!!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-6258680608399368834</id><published>2009-04-30T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:59:14.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><title type='text'>Guys with iPhones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someone just showed me this website. It's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guys with iPhones&lt;/span&gt;, and it has self portraits taken by iPhones, and these pictures are submitted by people who visit the site. The idea that these photos are of the people who actually submit them intrigues me. I think it's very hot, not to mention they actually have some very cute guys on there. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://guyswithiphones.com/"&gt;Check it out!!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Some pictures are for adults only. NOT work safe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-6258680608399368834?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6258680608399368834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=6258680608399368834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/6258680608399368834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/6258680608399368834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/guys-with-iphones.html' title='Guys with iPhones'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-3958166513752393224</id><published>2009-04-29T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:33:15.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><title type='text'>Wednesday Asian Hotties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sfk37Q_I_zI/AAAAAAAABUg/0KPTgrEMXhI/s1600-h/20081018020008732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sfk37Q_I_zI/AAAAAAAABUg/0KPTgrEMXhI/s400/20081018020008732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330353125281300274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sfk33NcHl2I/AAAAAAAABUY/eAeAN2XADxE/s1600-h/20081018020009782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sfk33NcHl2I/AAAAAAAABUY/eAeAN2XADxE/s400/20081018020009782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330353055609624418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sfk33N_fz-I/AAAAAAAABUQ/zEPB_9BR57I/s1600-h/2009022413593949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sfk33N_fz-I/AAAAAAAABUQ/zEPB_9BR57I/s400/2009022413593949.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330353055758012386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sfk32yXKk7I/AAAAAAAABUI/-0C8XtD_a-4/s1600-h/2009020914563689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sfk32yXKk7I/AAAAAAAABUI/-0C8XtD_a-4/s400/2009020914563689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330353048341091250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sfk324NyN2I/AAAAAAAABUA/jIkstxTgiWI/s1600-h/21GI91040-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sfk324NyN2I/AAAAAAAABUA/jIkstxTgiWI/s400/21GI91040-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330353049912358754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sfk32qPytzI/AAAAAAAABT4/e0Mi69N7y5g/s1600-h/21GIQ3O-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sfk32qPytzI/AAAAAAAABT4/e0Mi69N7y5g/s400/21GIQ3O-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330353046162683698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-3958166513752393224?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3958166513752393224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=3958166513752393224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3958166513752393224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3958166513752393224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-asian-hotties.html' title='Wednesday Asian Hotties'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sfk37Q_I_zI/AAAAAAAABUg/0KPTgrEMXhI/s72-c/20081018020008732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-4912366752153519102</id><published>2009-04-22T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:17:03.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>10 Reasons That I Love You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Last Saturday was the 3-month anniversary for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; and I. I wrote a card for him. On the cover of the card, you could see the lower bodies of two guys wearing just their underwear and they are both trying to fit in a pair of pants. The inside of the card says "we make a great pair." I thought it was cute. Inside the card, I wrote my 10 reasons why I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt;. To name a few and leave out the R-rated ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love your hands and I love holding them.&lt;br /&gt;- I love your passion for the nature and animals.&lt;br /&gt;- I love your kindness toward your family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he read the card, he had tears in his eyes. Awww... my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will spare you the details on the sex we had this weekend. I am sure you wouldn't find them interesting. Have a good (rest of the) week and weekend, guys. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-4912366752153519102?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4912366752153519102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=4912366752153519102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4912366752153519102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4912366752153519102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-reasons-that-i-love-you.html' title='10 Reasons That I Love You!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-613858995009773845</id><published>2009-04-16T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:13:23.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>200th Post / Survivor Tocantins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is my 200th post! Yay! Speaking of the 200th post, has anyone been watching this season of Survivor? Is Brendan hot or what? Too bad he got voted off tonight. I hate coach and Tyson...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SegBcy475uI/AAAAAAAABTw/OY095RmGFh4/s1600-h/survivorbrendan01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SegBcy475uI/AAAAAAAABTw/OY095RmGFh4/s400/survivorbrendan01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325508153574156002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SegBZeVR-wI/AAAAAAAABTo/XW2G8YWtBi0/s1600-h/survivorbrendan06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SegBZeVR-wI/AAAAAAAABTo/XW2G8YWtBi0/s400/survivorbrendan06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325508096516291330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SegBZQaSjKI/AAAAAAAABTg/ySPnCTmOXR0/s1600-h/survivorbrendan05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SegBZQaSjKI/AAAAAAAABTg/ySPnCTmOXR0/s400/survivorbrendan05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325508092779203746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SegBZOknozI/AAAAAAAABTY/M8OY9h2v0EE/s1600-h/survivorbrendan04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SegBZOknozI/AAAAAAAABTY/M8OY9h2v0EE/s400/survivorbrendan04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325508092285657906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SegBZAW4whI/AAAAAAAABTQ/G6_GypmIo6M/s1600-h/survivorbrendan03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SegBZAW4whI/AAAAAAAABTQ/G6_GypmIo6M/s400/survivorbrendan03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325508088469963282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SegBZDWiheI/AAAAAAAABTI/N_so4o_St6U/s1600-h/survivorbrendan02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SegBZDWiheI/AAAAAAAABTI/N_so4o_St6U/s400/survivorbrendan02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325508089273812450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan Synnott (30)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hometown: New York, N.Y.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Entrepreneur &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan Synnott is all about playing the game. Whether it is in front of a classroom teaching entrepreneurial success or taking part in outdoor extreme adventures, he knows how to read the odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Raised by a single mom in Connecticut, Brendan pulled himself up by the bootstraps to be the co-founder and CEO of Bear Naked, a natural food brand that was recently acquired by a major corporation. Despite his financial success, he is not all about the money. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success to him, however, is about more than simply creating, building and selling a thriving business; it's about hard work, passion, fun and surrounding yourself with the best people. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synnott has always wanted to combine his love of the outdoors with his skills as a leader. In school, he played both football and baseball, and still stays active as much as possible. He loves to compete and says it's a driving force, even in business. It will especially be a driving force on SURVIVOR. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan is single and currently resides in Vail, Colo. His birth date is Sept. 28.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-613858995009773845?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/613858995009773845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=613858995009773845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/613858995009773845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/613858995009773845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/200th-post-survivor-tocantins.html' title='200th Post / Survivor Tocantins'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SegBcy475uI/AAAAAAAABTw/OY095RmGFh4/s72-c/survivorbrendan01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-1448602093884313254</id><published>2009-04-15T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:14:00.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>Vegas Trip &amp; Some Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haha sorry for the lack of updates. I am just feeling really lazy nowadays and am really not motivated to write anything new. I stopped reading other peoples' blogs as well. Lately, other than work, I am on facebook a lot, and I watch a lot of TV, window-shop online, but I just don't feel the desire to blog any more. Maybe it's just a stage that will pass eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me talk about my trip to Vegas with Pomona Boy. It was very wonderful. It was his first time there. Being only 20 years young, he could not gamble or drink, but he wouldn't want to anyway even if he were old enough. Because I didn't want to leave him alone, I did not gamble or drink at all, either. I got a really good deal on the trip so we ended up spending the entire week there. I took one week off work, and it was his spring break. Since it was his first time, we had a lot of sightseeing to do. I took him to various hotels, and he was most amazed by the fountain show at Bellagio. I was, too. It's truly amazing and very moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw three shows - Cher, O, and KA. I did not care too much for Cher before we went. I was able to get a discount on the tickets so I asked him if he's interested. It turned out that despite his financial situation (being a college student and all), he was actually willing to spend $110 to see Cher. I was surprised, but since he really wanted to see it, I went for it as well. Cher was performing at Caesar's Palace. We had good seats, and the show was actually pretty good. I gotta give her props for singing and dancing on stage like that, being 62 already. They mixed in some acrobat stuff and there were some hot dancers. I also have to say that her greatest hits CD is one of the CDs I have in my car now. Ha ha. Yes, I am a converted Cher fan boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing Cher's show, we walked over to Bellagio to see O. Our seats weren't so good, but nevertheless the show was good. It was like a dreamland. Everything was so magical and it made me feel like I was in a fantasy. I later read on Wikipedia that the performers' costumes cost $10,000 each on average. That's crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen KA before and I absolutely loved it, and I really wanted Pomona Boy to see it, too. I was able to convince him to see it though because I offered to pay for half of his ticket. Good thing they began offering student discount that day and I had my student ID with me. LOL. Compared to O, KA has a more solid storyline, and the presentation and stage effects are unquestionably enchanting. I think I like KA better than O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the trip, I was hoping that we could get upgraded on our room, so I snuck some candles with me in my luggage just in case we could take a bath. We did get upgraded. :-) On the second night there, I told him I was going to draw us a bath and I secretly brought the candles with me, while he was waiting outside. I placed the candles on the side of the tub, counter, and the floor, and lit them. After the tub was filled with water, I turned off the light, went out and led him back in. He was very impressed. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a very good trip. It was also our first trip together. Hopefully we get to take one again soon... Oh, have I mentioned that he is going to study abroad for the second half of 2009? He's actually going to leave California after school is over in mid May to go back to Washington, and then he is going to China in mid June and will not be back (to Washington) until right before Christmas. Yup... I will be quite lonely then and maybe I will update this blog more often. I am sad that I won't be able to see him for such a long time, and I am also worried that our relationship might change. At the same time, I am happy for him because this is something he really wanted to do and was selected to be one of the few students to participate in the program. We had both decided to stay in a committed, monogomous relationship, even when he's in China. It will be hard, I know, but we are willing to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-1448602093884313254?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1448602093884313254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=1448602093884313254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1448602093884313254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1448602093884313254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/vegas-trip-some-updates.html' title='Vegas Trip &amp;amp; Some Updates'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-1984348301870168896</id><published>2009-04-03T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:35:53.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;TGIF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sda5WJdQdCI/AAAAAAAABTA/PBE9N4kWFnY/s1600-h/thai01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sda5WJdQdCI/AAAAAAAABTA/PBE9N4kWFnY/s400/thai01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320643799931712546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sda5V_AZQzI/AAAAAAAABS4/APjYkmbHn9A/s1600-h/meh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sda5V_AZQzI/AAAAAAAABS4/APjYkmbHn9A/s400/meh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320643797126300466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sda5Pxflb3I/AAAAAAAABSw/bz_F4Qv1NtU/s1600-h/japultra04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sda5Pxflb3I/AAAAAAAABSw/bz_F4Qv1NtU/s400/japultra04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320643690419810162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sda5PiCkXQI/AAAAAAAABSo/kynXvZSx_K4/s1600-h/japultra03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sda5PiCkXQI/AAAAAAAABSo/kynXvZSx_K4/s400/japultra03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320643686271573250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sda5PnuZ8uI/AAAAAAAABSg/_xcrSxnPAG4/s1600-h/japultra02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sda5PnuZ8uI/AAAAAAAABSg/_xcrSxnPAG4/s400/japultra02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320643687797617378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sda5PRKfZXI/AAAAAAAABSY/6Os9vqFmjC0/s1600-h/japultra01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sda5PRKfZXI/AAAAAAAABSY/6Os9vqFmjC0/s400/japultra01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320643681741399410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-1984348301870168896?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1984348301870168896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=1984348301870168896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1984348301870168896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1984348301870168896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/Sda5WJdQdCI/AAAAAAAABTA/PBE9N4kWFnY/s72-c/thai01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-4305944813652796180</id><published>2009-03-11T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:42:19.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>Vacation &amp; Hot Asian Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; and I are going on a mini vacation together next week. I am so excited! It's our first vacation together. We are also going to see Cher (yes, we are THAT gay!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some hot Asian men to keep my 7 readers entertained while I am away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SbhaOi7iULI/AAAAAAAABSQ/UOsK0ITBCHU/s1600-h/48d1a4e3154c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SbhaOi7iULI/AAAAAAAABSQ/UOsK0ITBCHU/s400/48d1a4e3154c5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312094966424686770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SbhaOsNRZpI/AAAAAAAABSI/JCU3HD1nwD0/s1600-h/49783bdd29fcf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SbhaOsNRZpI/AAAAAAAABSI/JCU3HD1nwD0/s400/49783bdd29fcf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312094968914994834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SbhaOeptMTI/AAAAAAAABSA/nkZQKQ9PWX8/s1600-h/49783ba32a22d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SbhaOeptMTI/AAAAAAAABSA/nkZQKQ9PWX8/s400/49783ba32a22d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312094965276160306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SbhaFQKO7iI/AAAAAAAABR4/EJ4Yk7j-E_Y/s1600-h/caihonghuocai-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SbhaFQKO7iI/AAAAAAAABR4/EJ4Yk7j-E_Y/s400/caihonghuocai-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312094806767234594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SbhaFAOKIZI/AAAAAAAABRw/b6dfhHDqRR4/s1600-h/3-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SbhaFAOKIZI/AAAAAAAABRw/b6dfhHDqRR4/s400/3-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312094802488730002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SbhaFH_3sWI/AAAAAAAABRo/9IxNdgZsMQg/s1600-h/4-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SbhaFH_3sWI/AAAAAAAABRo/9IxNdgZsMQg/s400/4-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312094804576285026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SbhaE2jTveI/AAAAAAAABRg/TGLDGRFWJi4/s1600-h/2-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SbhaE2jTveI/AAAAAAAABRg/TGLDGRFWJi4/s400/2-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312094799893085666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SbhaEa-XIVI/AAAAAAAABRY/Q470W8x4m2Q/s1600-h/1-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SbhaEa-XIVI/AAAAAAAABRY/Q470W8x4m2Q/s400/1-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312094792490361170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-4305944813652796180?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4305944813652796180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=4305944813652796180' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4305944813652796180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4305944813652796180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/vacation-hot-asian-men.html' title='Vacation &amp; Hot Asian Men'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SbhaOi7iULI/AAAAAAAABSQ/UOsK0ITBCHU/s72-c/48d1a4e3154c5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-2016912353551216669</id><published>2009-02-26T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:59:14.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><title type='text'>Mario Maurer - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mario Maurer... This man is just too hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SaeA3OTafOI/AAAAAAAABRI/IRgKfJpzCko/s1600-h/mariomaurer23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SaeA3OTafOI/AAAAAAAABRI/IRgKfJpzCko/s400/mariomaurer23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307352372100103394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SaeA28PFIHI/AAAAAAAABRA/8BvVatTQG58/s1600-h/mariomaurer24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SaeA28PFIHI/AAAAAAAABRA/8BvVatTQG58/s400/mariomaurer24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307352367250088050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SaeA2vhzUQI/AAAAAAAABQ4/aXa8pe4Tci4/s1600-h/mariomaurer22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SaeA2vhzUQI/AAAAAAAABQ4/aXa8pe4Tci4/s400/mariomaurer22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307352363838951682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SaeA2Z9MzZI/AAAAAAAABQw/JDUlS_RZxIY/s1600-h/mariomaurer21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SaeA2Z9MzZI/AAAAAAAABQw/JDUlS_RZxIY/s400/mariomaurer21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307352358048288146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SaeAuFI4VHI/AAAAAAAABQo/lwfdKdKAnAE/s1600-h/mariomaurer29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SaeAuFI4VHI/AAAAAAAABQo/lwfdKdKAnAE/s400/mariomaurer29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307352215021180018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SaeAt0l134I/AAAAAAAABQg/letnIn6eCgs/s1600-h/mariomaurer28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SaeAt0l134I/AAAAAAAABQg/letnIn6eCgs/s400/mariomaurer28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307352210579251074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SaeAt8U7QqI/AAAAAAAABQY/0SBHql-mxXM/s1600-h/mariomaurer27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SaeAt8U7QqI/AAAAAAAABQY/0SBHql-mxXM/s400/mariomaurer27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307352212655784610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SaeAth7PoBI/AAAAAAAABQQ/4jSh89WUO6s/s1600-h/mariomaurer26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SaeAth7PoBI/AAAAAAAABQQ/4jSh89WUO6s/s400/mariomaurer26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307352205568745490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SaeAtGQ-p9I/AAAAAAAABQI/CqGFCd1xMqk/s1600-h/mariomaurer25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SaeAtGQ-p9I/AAAAAAAABQI/CqGFCd1xMqk/s400/mariomaurer25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307352198143715282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-brunch-mario-maurer.html"&gt;See my first post about Mario Maurer here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-2016912353551216669?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2016912353551216669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=2016912353551216669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/2016912353551216669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/2016912353551216669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/mario-maurer-part-2.html' title='Mario Maurer - Part 2'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SaeA3OTafOI/AAAAAAAABRI/IRgKfJpzCko/s72-c/mariomaurer23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-4415084767485642570</id><published>2009-02-24T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:47:13.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Support My Friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I promised my friend I would "advertise" this on my blog so all my 7 readers will see it. My friend has created a few bumper stickers that say "Gay Pride" in Chinese (both traditional and simplified). They look very cool! &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.zazzle.com/trekvulcan007"&gt;Check them out.&lt;/a&gt; If you are interested, please buy one for yourself and many more for your friends! Oh, if you do buy them, please add a comment on this post so I know (but of course you don't have to). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Show off your gay pride (in Chinese)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-4415084767485642570?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4415084767485642570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=4415084767485642570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4415084767485642570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4415084767485642570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/support-my-friend.html' title='Support My Friend!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-1304805819034171350</id><published>2009-02-17T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:01:33.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><title type='text'>Hottie @ da Gym</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SZuVL2cmbVI/AAAAAAAABP0/YjyaZ42fwxk/s1600-h/asiangym02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SZuVL2cmbVI/AAAAAAAABP0/YjyaZ42fwxk/s400/asiangym02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303997016985464146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SZuVLxDMChI/AAAAAAAABPs/I3kX886L1Gg/s1600-h/asiangym01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SZuVLxDMChI/AAAAAAAABPs/I3kX886L1Gg/s400/asiangym01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303997015536699922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SZuVHqk4PfI/AAAAAAAABPk/sNGlkI7M7FA/s1600-h/asiangym07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SZuUxNiU7eI/AAAAAAAABOs/KXq2eayGgF8/s400/asiangym10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303996559327030754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SZuUwyixaXI/AAAAAAAABOc/T66uLYi8GtE/s1600-h/asiangym08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SZuUwyixaXI/AAAAAAAABOc/T66uLYi8GtE/s400/asiangym08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303996552081140082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-1304805819034171350?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1304805819034171350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=1304805819034171350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1304805819034171350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1304805819034171350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/hottie-da-gym.html' title='Hottie @ da Gym'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SZuVL2cmbVI/AAAAAAAABP0/YjyaZ42fwxk/s72-c/asiangym02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-4067558858239723491</id><published>2009-02-17T19:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:12:20.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>Happy (Belated) Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How was everyone's Valentine's Day? I had a great one with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt;. Last Friday I went over to his place, bringing the "presents" I had bought in the past few weeks, including a teddy bear, various brands and flavors of chocolate, a photo frame with one of the very few pictures I have of us together, a gay sex coupon book (LOL), and homemade chocolate-dipped strawberries and bananas! It took me hours to research, buy the ingredients and actually make them. In return, I received an elegant homemade card with a Chinese poem written on it. He probably spent hours doing it. It was very sweet and I was very touched. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentine's Day, we headed over to Universal Studios. Earlier in the week, we thought it's going to rain, but it turned out to be a great day for visiting a theme park. It was a bit chilly in the morning, but the sun did eventually come out. The weather was very comfortable. We went on the Jurassic Park and the Mummy rides multiple times because the wait was very short. We even went on the studio tour twice (it's probably 40 minutes each) to see Wisteria Lane twice. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; is a big fan of Desperate Housewives. Last time I was there, it was during the week and they closed the set for filming. But since we went on Saturday this time, we were lucky to see Wisteria Lane. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; was extremely excited and jumping for joy! That made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Universal City Walk was packed with straight couples. All restaurants had a long wait, and we finally found a Chinese restaurant with seats in the bar that were available immediately. The service was horrible, probably because they were very busy. This was not the Valentine's Day dinner I envisioned, but it was okay. The food was good, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; didn't seem to mind the service. He kept reaching over and touching my thigh when I complained about it. Eventually I just complained more so he would touch me. Ha ha. I have to take him out again sometime soon to make up for it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention we are going to Vegas in a month? Yup, we are. I found a good deal on hotel, but we are looking for some bargains for Cirque du Soleil shows if you know of any. Generous donations are welcome as well. LOL j/k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a great Valentine's Day! Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-4067558858239723491?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4067558858239723491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=4067558858239723491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4067558858239723491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4067558858239723491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-belated-valentines-day.html' title='Happy (Belated) Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-1999778969918911068</id><published>2009-01-29T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:35:31.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><title type='text'>Got Sweat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you enjoy sweating in saunas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDSWQxQbI/AAAAAAAABOU/nUg4yFfaTdE/s1600-h/sauna05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDSWQxQbI/AAAAAAAABOU/nUg4yFfaTdE/s400/sauna05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296940462977925554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDSZRLZnI/AAAAAAAABOM/lLVYIlYcLhc/s1600-h/sauna04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDSZRLZnI/AAAAAAAABOM/lLVYIlYcLhc/s400/sauna04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296940463784945266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDSLkhw9I/AAAAAAAABOE/tBY2S6qhpNs/s1600-h/sauna03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDSLkhw9I/AAAAAAAABOE/tBY2S6qhpNs/s400/sauna03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296940460108006354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDSPWUNZI/AAAAAAAABN8/PvsbjzCg41A/s1600-h/sauna02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDSPWUNZI/AAAAAAAABN8/PvsbjzCg41A/s400/sauna02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296940461122139538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDR27U5QI/AAAAAAAABN0/pXLJFalqjw8/s1600-h/sauna01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDR27U5QI/AAAAAAAABN0/pXLJFalqjw8/s400/sauna01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296940454566487298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDI7D42CI/AAAAAAAABNs/jB7UZ4JuIns/s1600-h/sauna10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDI7D42CI/AAAAAAAABNs/jB7UZ4JuIns/s400/sauna10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296940301057316898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDI0DKDXI/AAAAAAAABNk/Ux-POBzs7Ow/s1600-h/sauna09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDI0DKDXI/AAAAAAAABNk/Ux-POBzs7Ow/s400/sauna09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296940299175202162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDIkubfkI/AAAAAAAABNc/Hxt8fxODkT8/s1600-h/sauna08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDIkubfkI/AAAAAAAABNc/Hxt8fxODkT8/s400/sauna08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296940295061732930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDIolnciI/AAAAAAAABNU/SQ2str0srjY/s1600-h/sauna07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDIolnciI/AAAAAAAABNU/SQ2str0srjY/s400/sauna07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296940296098509346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDIg8kfQI/AAAAAAAABNM/5HmNg9mUKZs/s1600-h/sauna06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDIg8kfQI/AAAAAAAABNM/5HmNg9mUKZs/s400/sauna06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296940294047300866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKC_CCRnwI/AAAAAAAABNE/7yQfqPfK01c/s1600-h/sauna12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKC_CCRnwI/AAAAAAAABNE/7yQfqPfK01c/s400/sauna12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296940131130908418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKC_Iypy4I/AAAAAAAABM8/qmMwSQGQrP4/s1600-h/sauna11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKC_Iypy4I/AAAAAAAABM8/qmMwSQGQrP4/s400/sauna11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296940132944432002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-1999778969918911068?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1999778969918911068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=1999778969918911068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1999778969918911068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1999778969918911068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/got-sweat.html' title='Got Sweat?'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SYKDSWQxQbI/AAAAAAAABOU/nUg4yFfaTdE/s72-c/sauna05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-4915916811561509763</id><published>2009-01-21T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:19:03.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How ironic. I titled this post "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Official&lt;/span&gt;" and found out that I already had one - it was about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ex&lt;/span&gt; breaking up with me. However, despite the lack of creativity in coming up with titles, I do have good news to tell in this one. You might have guessed it from the title... It's official between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; and I. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; flew back from Seattle last Sunday, and I went to pick him up (with a bundle of lillies, of course) and gave him a ride to his school. He brought me a bag of oatmeal raisin raspberry raisin chocolate chip cookies that he made while in Seattle. He was telling me about making them, and I told him that I had never had oatmeal cookies before (he thought I was joking), so he thought the first ones I have should be made by him. How sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we were laying in bed in spooning position. He called my Chinese name, and asked me, in Chinese, to be his boyfriend. I got up and looked at him in his eyes, and said YES! And then, everything that happened is at least rated R, so I will spare you with the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, we are official, and we both changed our relationship status on Facebook, too! Ha ha. I sincerely hope that it will work out between us. Please give us your wishes. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-4915916811561509763?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4915916811561509763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=4915916811561509763' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4915916811561509763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4915916811561509763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-8690291683889776025</id><published>2009-01-17T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:18:53.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>Worst. Blog. Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am sorry. My blog is the worst blog in the universe. As you might know, I was in the state of Washington to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; last weekend through this past Wednesday. I had a good time. Life, or work rather, was busy for me since I came back, so I haven't had time to update this worst blog in the world. Anyway, when I was in Seattle, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; took me to Capital Hill (supposedly their gay district, although it looked nothing like WeHo), &lt;a href="http://www.seattlewaterfront.org/images/businessPictures/large/20070709114244.jpg"&gt;Olympic Sculpture Park&lt;/a&gt;, Pike Place Market (and the disgusting &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2399/1726842809_c64adca388_b.jpg"&gt;gum wall&lt;/a&gt;), University of Washington, and of course, the Space Needle that's secretly an UFO at the top. Oh, and I visited Bruce Lee's grave. I heard it's a little known fact that Bruce Lee was buried in Seattle, so we went to the sematary and paid our respect. It was creepily romantic! The weather was very nice. It did not snow on me and only sprinkled on me a little bit. Temperature was very comfortable, comparable to a cold day in California. It makes me want to move there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt;'s sister. She gave up her queen-size bed for us to sleep in and slept over at her friend's place during the nights I was there. She's comfortable with me around. In fact, the first time I saw her, she was only wearing a robe sitting in the living room, and the second time I saw her, she scratched her butt in front of me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, I had dinner at his home with his family. Of course, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; and his sister were teasing each other and fighting. Finally their mom demanded him to say something nice about his sister. He turned around and told her that he liked her eye shadow. She sighed and responded, "I don't have any eye shadow on! You are the worst gay brother ever!" That really cracked me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my plane was about to take off at Seattle, I texted him and thanked him for being a good tour guide. I also said those 3 scary words: "I love you." I know... I debated whether I should say it. There were several occasions that I wanted to say it to him in person while I was there, but I did not want to make it awkward. He responded ":-p", and that's it. The next day, I was at work, chatting with him. He asked if I meant what I said. I said yes. He said that he liked me a lot, but he's not ready to say it back. This disappointed me a little bit. I don't understand why. I've always thought that we've moved past the "dating" stage now, but apparently he still thinks we are just dating. Oh well, I can't force him to feel things he doesn't feel, but at least I will know that when he does say it back (hopefully), he really means it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-8690291683889776025?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8690291683889776025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=8690291683889776025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8690291683889776025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8690291683889776025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/worst-blog-ever.html' title='Worst. Blog. Ever.'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-8802295208739588439</id><published>2008-12-31T06:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:09:09.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hated 2008. I cannot wait for it to be over. I am especially sad because I don't get to kiss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; at midnight tonight. I was supposed to go to The Factory (a club in West Hollywood) tonight with a few friends (actually, two couples), so I could watch them kiss at midnight and break them up. But on Monday my friends decided to stay home on New Years Eve instead and canceled on me. I was so bummed out. Now not only will I not be able to kiss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt;, but I also get to be alone, all by myself, eating junk and getting fat tonight. I HATE THIS!!! I am not even going to turn on the TV. I am going to bed at 8 PM!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; did say he will give me 8 (New Years Eve kisses) when I go see him in January though... Ha ha. He'd better make it up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wish whoever is reading this a very eventful New Years Eve (don't be like mine) and a prosperous 2009 filled with joy and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-8802295208739588439?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8802295208739588439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=8802295208739588439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8802295208739588439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8802295208739588439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-5221233097408488252</id><published>2008-12-24T14:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:13:57.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Eve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have a great Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and Happy New Year! I don't want any presents. I just want Santa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SVKymD4cEYI/AAAAAAAABMQ/zY-Z5VRS_9g/s1600-h/Christmas2136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SVKymD4cEYI/AAAAAAAABMQ/zY-Z5VRS_9g/s400/Christmas2136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283481679805813122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SVKyl4fKv0I/AAAAAAAABMI/zeEGYcSXPLg/s1600-h/xmas03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SVKyl4fKv0I/AAAAAAAABMI/zeEGYcSXPLg/s400/xmas03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283481676747030338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SVKylk3Vn6I/AAAAAAAABMA/MmAVDbesOac/s1600-h/xmas02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SVKylk3Vn6I/AAAAAAAABMA/MmAVDbesOac/s400/xmas02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283481671479697314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-5221233097408488252?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5221233097408488252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=5221233097408488252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5221233097408488252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5221233097408488252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-eve.html' title='Merry Christmas Eve!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SVKymD4cEYI/AAAAAAAABMQ/zY-Z5VRS_9g/s72-c/Christmas2136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-4787283859114264232</id><published>2008-12-18T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:03:24.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>Counting Down to Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Exactly 7 days from today, it'll be Christmas. I am looking forward to having just one day off, even though I do have to work on Wednesday and Friday. It sucks that Christmas and New Year fall on a Thursday this year and work is too busy for me to take Fridays off to make it a 4-day weekend. I guess it's better to be busy and not being able to take time off, than to not have a job on Christmas. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I went to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; and had a lot of fun hanging out with him. It was the weekend before his finals week but he tried to do as much work as possible before I went, so he could spend more time with me. He did not finish a paper and I wanted him to do it on Sunday, but he chose to lay down on his bed with me pretty much the whole day. He he he. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; took his last final today and is at the airport as I am typing this, waiting for his flight to go home (Seattle). I AM going to miss him. I booked a flight to go see him in January. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am looking forward to the trip because I have never been to Seattle in winter, or a place that is equally cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I plan to freeze to death. I cannot sleep at night if it's too cold, so it will be truly a reenactment of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleepless in Seattle&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully there will be something to do at night to keep me entertained since I can't sleep. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; did say that he will make sure I am not cold at night. I am not quite sure what he meant by that. ;-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week counting down to Christmas, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-4787283859114264232?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4787283859114264232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=4787283859114264232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4787283859114264232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4787283859114264232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/counting-down-to-christmas.html' title='Counting Down to Christmas!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-289051544691540609</id><published>2008-12-09T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:12:17.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>Fun Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, typically people don't blog about their weekend on a Tuesday night. They do it on Sunday night, but I've been busy and this blog desperately needs a new post. Last Friday I drove to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt;. I brought him a box of See's Candies which was one of the few Christmas presents I got him. We ate some of it while I helped him with some questions on his Chinese test and watched 24. He said nobody has bought him a box of chocolate before. Awww I am such a sweet guy. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cuddled in his bed that night. (Before I've always just slept on a separate mattress on the floor). Shirts were off, but pants were on, you perverts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we woke up a little late, well, late for me, early for him. Neither of us slept well though, so I was tired for the rest of that day. We got up and walked to a cafeteria at his school to eat brunch. It was yummy. I love the food and the variety his school serves in their cafeterias. I never thought that dorm food can taste so good. Unfortunately he had to go to work in the afternoon, so I just took a loooooong nap in his room, got up and walked to where he worked to hang out. After we had dinner, we got back to his room and texted each other on his bed. LOL we were so like high school girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned over and gave him a kiss on his cheek and said that's 1.5 base for him. I thought that first base was holding hands, and second base was making out (with tougne), so since it was a kiss on his cheek, I called it base 1.5. He laughed and said that it's not even first base. He thought first base was making out, and second base was handjobs. I don't know.... I guess western cultures are more open than Asian cultures. What do you think should be the first and second bases?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I gave in and french kissed him... This was that time when my freaking friend called...... We were supposed to go clubbing in West Hollywood. I hadn't been there for years, literally! My friend was rushing me to get there before all the hotties went home with other hotties they met at the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be continued..." I said to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt;. I got up and packed my stuff, gave him a long hug and headed for L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my friends at their place first to have a drink and then we took a taxi to WeHo. First stop... the Abbey. It looked different from the last time I was there, which was probably 3 or 4 years ago, perhaps longer. It was p-a-c-k-e-d! Then my friends took my to Cherrypop. Supposedly it's one of the more fun clubs in Weho... I wouldn't know. But indeed, it was a lot of fun. I don't and can't dance. You will mistaken me for a straight boy if you see me dancing. The only way I could loosen up and shake my butt is when I am buzzed and the club is crowded. Both criteria were met that night... so I danced my ass off. We stayed until the club closed at 2 AM (BOOOOO!!!!!) It was a very fun night. I got to drink and hang out with my friends, and meet their hot friends, too. Ha ha. I shall go clubbing with them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's how my weekend went. I am going to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; this weekend again before he leaves CA and goes back home (a really cold place that's 1000 miles away) for his winter break. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-289051544691540609?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/289051544691540609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=289051544691540609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/289051544691540609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/289051544691540609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-weekend.html' title='Fun Weekend'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-6442011748305364670</id><published>2008-11-28T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:01:57.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abercrombie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Shopped -&gt; Dropped</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I must say that the Black Friday deals this year don't seem as good as last year. However I did go shop and got all (well, almost) of my Christmas shopping done. I just need to get some more stocking stuffers here and there. Overall, I think I did well and I am very proud of myself. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My philosophy for gift shopping is that if I am spending money to be nice to a family member or a friend, I need to be nicer to myself. So, this was how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One gift for John&lt;br /&gt;One gift for me...&lt;br /&gt;One gift for Jane&lt;br /&gt;One gift for me...&lt;br /&gt;One gift for Joe&lt;br /&gt;One gift for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I just came home, took out all the stuff I bought today, and then realized that the things I bought for myself are things I wouldn't normally buy anyway. I would go up and look at them and then just walk away. I guess the holiday spirit and the other shoppers around you do put you in the money-spending mood. I have to return some of the things I bought for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One highlight during my shopping trip today was that somebody thought I worked at Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch when I was in there deciding what to get for &lt;s&gt;myself&lt;/s&gt; my friends. She walked up to me and asked if there were any special deals going on. I was floored. I've been up since early morning. I was wearing glasses and my shirt was all wrinkled. My face was oily and I probably smelt bad, too. She must be blind... Should I be happy because she thought I looked good like the other A&amp;amp;F workers, or should I be sad that I looked brainless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-6442011748305364670?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6442011748305364670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=6442011748305364670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/6442011748305364670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/6442011748305364670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/shopping-dropping.html' title='Shopped -&gt; Dropped'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-782983209244549116</id><published>2008-11-26T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:45:54.122-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><title type='text'>Pre-Thanksgiving Traffic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am driving to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; tonight before he flies out tomorrow to see his family. We are going to see the new 007 movie. I hope it's good. The only thing is... see what I am about to get into...? Yup, a pretty colorful picture indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SS3td8g3OiI/AAAAAAAABL4/f5JZP5VffRA/s1600-h/traffic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SS3td8g3OiI/AAAAAAAABL4/f5JZP5VffRA/s400/traffic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273131837436672546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-782983209244549116?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/782983209244549116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=782983209244549116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/782983209244549116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/782983209244549116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/pre-thanksgiving-traffic.html' title='Pre-Thanksgiving Traffic'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SS3td8g3OiI/AAAAAAAABL4/f5JZP5VffRA/s72-c/traffic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-7944232259346726473</id><published>2008-11-25T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:48:02.636-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let's have Asian dishes instead of a turkey. What do you say? 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height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SSzGPQS30_I/AAAAAAAABLQ/JmgIa2y6fHQ/s400/thanks09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272807229118469106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SSzGO5MgguI/AAAAAAAABLI/ffeYDYDGDEM/s1600-h/thanks08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SSzGO5MgguI/AAAAAAAABLI/ffeYDYDGDEM/s400/thanks08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272807222917759714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SSzGOjwz_XI/AAAAAAAABLA/6W7f0yccrRo/s1600-h/thanks07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SSzGOjwz_XI/AAAAAAAABLA/6W7f0yccrRo/s400/thanks07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272807217164451186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SSzGOqGtT3I/AAAAAAAABK4/LPz-vVQ-N94/s1600-h/thanks06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SSzGOqGtT3I/AAAAAAAABK4/LPz-vVQ-N94/s400/thanks06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272807218866900850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SSzGOYU2xXI/AAAAAAAABKw/unj_816SN3k/s1600-h/thanks05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SSzGOYU2xXI/AAAAAAAABKw/unj_816SN3k/s400/thanks05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272807214094402930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-7944232259346726473?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7944232259346726473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=7944232259346726473' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/7944232259346726473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/7944232259346726473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SSzGZlUZsoI/AAAAAAAABLw/7EwI2uX2HIY/s72-c/thanks04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-820884617863776191</id><published>2008-11-24T06:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:38:49.741-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><title type='text'>:-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates AGAIN. I actually went on a vacation. Can you believe it? To make up for it, here are two pictures I took at LAX. Random strangers are HOT, and there were tons of them at the airport. You gotta admit that I have mad skills of sneaky photography. I heart my iPhone. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SSq8Chgv_SI/AAAAAAAABKo/MDCaPVnni5I/s1600-h/airportstranger2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SSq8Chgv_SI/AAAAAAAABKo/MDCaPVnni5I/s400/airportstranger2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272233065332079906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SSq8CaDy9tI/AAAAAAAABKg/rxmAgEsvXEY/s1600-h/airportstranger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SSq8CaDy9tI/AAAAAAAABKg/rxmAgEsvXEY/s400/airportstranger1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272233063331591890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-820884617863776191?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/820884617863776191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=820884617863776191' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/820884617863776191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/820884617863776191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=':-)'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SSq8Chgv_SI/AAAAAAAABKo/MDCaPVnni5I/s72-c/airportstranger2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-2085557504562938059</id><published>2008-11-10T22:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:07:46.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KY Boy'/><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wow, Prop H8 passed... I am very disappointed at my fellow Californians. What is it that people think they can mind other people's business. We are not hurting anyone by getting married. If you want to protect traditional marriage, you should ban divorce, you should make women stay at home all day to clean and make supper for the husbands and kids, and you should ban black people and white people from getting married. Protecting traditional marriage my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my ass, it's lacking action lately. Not that it was getting much before. No, I am not a flaming submissive bottom that shoots flames out of his ass. I did have some talks with both of my boys - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KY Boy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Fridays ago, I went to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt;. We went bowling and had a lot of fun, even though the bowling alley was very ghetto and pretty much empty. That night we went back to his dorm room and watched some TV. Nothing sexual happened, in case you were wondering. Don't get me wrong. I do like this boy and I am attracted to him. He's very mature compared to other 20-year-olds. He's passionate about the environment and wants to help out people in need. He does not have bad habits like smoking or drinking or drugs. He's just overall a really great guy. (Although he does need to do his homework more often.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really never imagine that I could be dating (?) a guy that still goes on field trips. It makes me feel like he's my little brother and I just tend to want to care for those that are younger than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am not sure if my feelings for him are more "friendly" and "brotherly", or if they are more like those between people that are dating or in a relationship. Before I can make sure, I just can't do anything sexual with this boy and potentially lead him on. I am afraid that I will hurt him. I had a talk with him a few days ago and we agreed that we should be friends for now. Feelings do develop, and who knows what will happen after we hang out more and more, but as of right now, I don't want him to expect anything so he won't get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KY Boy&lt;/span&gt;, on the other hand, I know that my feelings for him are for sure the type of feelings between people that go on dates or are in relationships. He gives me butterflies, so to speak. It sucks that he doesn't think he's ready for another relationship right now. He's told me that if he would go on a date (a serious date, not just casual like having lunch or dinner) with anyone right now, it would be me. We are both attracted to each other, physically and personality-wise. We just click really well. Blame it on the bad timing, I guess. Anyway, we had a talk recently too about us. He told me that I shouldn't limit myself to only him (which I am not), and this makes me both happy and sad. It makes me happy that he is mature and selfless, and on the other hand, it makes me sad that he doesn't seem to want me that bad. Despite this weird strange relationship between us, we are really good friends. We started off being really good friends because we were in similar situations in our relationships, and we shared our feelings and craps that happened to us. So no matter what happens, we will be good friends for life, and that's what matters to me the most right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, you might think I am a whore or a player. LOL. I don't know which boy I should pursue or if I should pursue at all. I don't want to keep thinking both of them as possible dates or boyfriends because that makes me feel like I am a whore. I can't focus on more than 1 person at a time, but at the same time, I feel like I should, to explore my possibilities. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why is life so hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-2085557504562938059?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2085557504562938059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=2085557504562938059' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/2085557504562938059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/2085557504562938059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-3816120309095733318</id><published>2008-11-03T17:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:43:50.193-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Stupid Google</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sigh I just came to read my own little boring blog, and I found an ad placed by Google below (you might still be able to see it) that says "Yes on Prop 8." Either Google is too stupid to figure out which ads are appropriate, or these people that support Prop 8 are paying lots of money to outbid all the other ads. Either way, it will be scary tomorrow. I hope it does not pass. Or if you prefer, click the ad below to death and MAKE THEM PAY (HA HA HA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were at least 100-200 people at a major intersection on my drive home today, rallying for Yes on Prop 8. It made me want to drive up to them and turn on my windshield wipers to spray water on them, but I know that water won't wash away their stupidity. It just saddens me that as a country that claims to be the world's leader, we are so backwards and intolerant. It's truly sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VOTE NO ON PROP 8 TOMORROW! TELL ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-3816120309095733318?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3816120309095733318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=3816120309095733318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3816120309095733318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3816120309095733318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupid-google.html' title='Stupid Google'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-136843644910304139</id><published>2008-10-30T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:12:50.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>From the Cast of Ugly Betty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9HfNwMKZ0E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9HfNwMKZ0E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-136843644910304139?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/136843644910304139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=136843644910304139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/136843644910304139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/136843644910304139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-cast-of-ugly-betty.html' title='From the Cast of Ugly Betty...'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-3650004620560646951</id><published>2008-10-29T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:14:42.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pomona Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KY Boy'/><title type='text'>Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry for the lack of posts lately. As you may know, a lot of (you know what) happened to me lately. I was really not in the blogging mood. BUT I am surprised how quickly I am recovering from the mess. I am happy now. Really! I was able to meet a few guys online and hang out with them in person. I feel it's time to introduce some new characters to this new chapter of my life. You will probably hear me talk about them a lot in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KY Boy&lt;/span&gt; is one year older than me. All I can say is, KY here is not the lubricant brand. I met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KY Boy&lt;/span&gt; before the breakup. He was on break with his boyfriend at that time as well. They broke up just a couple weeks before &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ex&lt;/span&gt; and I did. We have a lot in common. We had the same major in college and similar interests. Heck, our boyfriends (ex-boyfriends now) ever have the same first name. I call him my white twin. He's very cute and extremely mature. He's successful in his career. I don't want to sound shallow, but I like guys with financial stability. It's not because I can get expensive presents or go to nice dinners, but it just gives me an extra sense of safety if you know what I mean. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KY Boy&lt;/span&gt; said he's not ready to date or get into another relationship right now. It's totally understandable. He admitted that he still had feelings for his ex, but at the same time he's really attracted to me as well. We will see what happens. I am not going to force him to do anything or try to talk him into going on a date with me, especially knowing that he is still not completely over his previous relationship. I will not choose to be his rebound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; is a college sophomore. I met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; very recently (2 weeks ago perhaps) and we hung out for the first time last Friday night. We were going to go bowling, but I was too tired, so we just talked and watched some TV at his dorm room. What I like about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomona Boy&lt;/span&gt; is that he's been learning Chinese since middle or high school, so he speaks Chinese fairly well. He also knows a lot about my culture. He's passionate about the environment and current events, and does every bit to help (recycling, volunteering, etc.). He's also very cute with a nice personality. He plays violin and piano. I am not sure if I ever mentioned this on this blog, but I have a thing for guys that play piano. If a guy dresses up in a suit and plays piano for me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I... will... melt....&lt;/span&gt; We might go for bowling for real this Friday. I am usually not attracted to younger guys, but he's mature for his age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We will see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo Boy&lt;/span&gt; is also younger than me. I've known &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo Boy&lt;/span&gt; for the longest (a few months) out of these three boys, but we didn't start hanging out until recently. He is a student and is a part time photographer (hence the name). He knew about my situation (before and after the breakup), and as a good friend, he tried to cheer me up during my down times. Because of his job, he gets to go to various events in LA and Hollywood, and he would invite me to go along and meet new people. I am really grateful that he helped me out. Personality wise, he's just a great guy. I feel he's too innocent to live in LA, but he's from a small town, so I am glad that LA hasn't corrupted him yet. To be honest though, I only see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo Boy&lt;/span&gt; as a friend, but I see myself being friends with him for a very long time, and that's why I decided to talk about him here. (Not that he's not cute. He is, but just not really my type).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think that's all for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If there's anything new, I will be sure to share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel like such a whore. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I've been listening to these two songs. They are great: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001EBW0AM?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=queculcla-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B001EBW0AM"&gt;Drive My Soul (EP Version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=queculcla-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B001EBW0AM" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important;" border="0" width="1" height="1" /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001EBLA6M?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=queculcla-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B001EBLA6M"&gt;The Last Thing On Your Mind (EP Version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=queculcla-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B001EBLA6M" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" border="0" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-3650004620560646951?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3650004620560646951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=3650004620560646951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3650004620560646951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3650004620560646951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-2.html' title='Chapter 2'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-7999803381165171573</id><published>2008-10-29T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:15:15.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Vote NO on Prop 8!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are some YouTube videos. They are good. Send them to everyone you know or post them on your blog. Let's not let Prop 8 pass!! &lt;strong&gt;Vote NO on Prop 8&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_4q12eVh_ys&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J6FwrSVnsNw&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYwYenI1xwE&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7LdC1RxvZg&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-7999803381165171573?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7999803381165171573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=7999803381165171573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/7999803381165171573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/7999803381165171573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/vote-no-on-prop-8.html' title='Vote NO on Prop 8!!!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-9205080019401577764</id><published>2008-10-19T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T13:27:52.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ex'/><title type='text'>The Ex</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't know how I am supposed to feel. In the past few weeks, I've been extremely depressed. During the day, I put up my happy face at work and act like everything's normal. I have to. When I hang out with my friends (some of them know what's going on), I also put up my happy face. But at the end of the day, especially when I am alone, I jump into a bath trying to relax, and my tears would uncontrolably come out. I can't help but keep thinking I caused the failure of our relationship. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ex&lt;/span&gt; is a really nice person but I was an idiot and did not cherish him. I was the one that pushed him away. Some friends told me that it takes two, and that it's really not one person's fault. I want to believe it. I don't know if it's really true or I just want to think it's true by believing in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ex&lt;/span&gt; used to be a home boy, but he has been going out, a lot, with this particular guy. This is not the same person that he went to Vegas with. They've been chatting for a couple months and started hanging out when we went on break a few weeks ago. Now they talk all the time on the phone like high school girls and hang out a few times during the week. I feel jealous, but at the same time I try and act like I don't care. I've been going to gay.com and other gay social websites trying really hard to find guys to make friends and hang out with. No, I am not looking for hook ups. I just don't want to feel lonely, and seeing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ex&lt;/span&gt; going out so much doesn't help, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am at the point in my life where I don't know where to go and what to do next. I now officially declare that the year 2008 fucking sucks, BIG TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-9205080019401577764?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9205080019401577764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=9205080019401577764' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/9205080019401577764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/9205080019401577764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/ex.html' title='The Ex'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-2740109536483558497</id><published>2008-10-13T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:27:53.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Boyfriend'/><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's official. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; and I broke up tonight. We tried, but it wasn't working. I've been depressed for the past couple of weeks. I drank a lot. I think I probably had more to drink in the past 2 weeks than all I've had in my life before. I also cried a lot. I feel so lonely sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to ask for more projects at work tomorrow. Hopefully that will take my minds off things. I have also decided not to drink any more. I am not going to drink my sorrows away. It's not only healthy, but also just temporary. I am going to try very hard to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; will become &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ex&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will there ever be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend v 2.0&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-2740109536483558497?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2740109536483558497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=2740109536483558497' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/2740109536483558497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/2740109536483558497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-6196861195590170332</id><published>2008-10-04T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T08:36:05.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Hag'/><title type='text'>Coming Out - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please see the post below for part 1 first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend and I decided to meet at a restaurant in Pasadena that night. It's like in the middle of us. I really appreciate that she drove all this way to have dinner with me and to talk to me. I met her outside and we hugged, more tightly than ever. As we walked into the restaurant, she said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have to tell me EEEEEEEEEVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;" At the time I still couldn't believe I had told her so I said let me have a drink first. We both ordered a mojito (yum) and then she started her interrogation, and this is how the questions progressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How long have you known?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you date anyone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you dating anyone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me how you met them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was the sex like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do during sex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you suck a dick? (My mouth always gets so sore, is that normal?)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to type my answers to those questions here. Maybe some other time. I needed another drink after that last question. LOL. You have to understand... this is a friend that I've known since college, but we never talked about stuff like this. We hang out occasionally and talk about family, friends, and work, but that's about it. Yet there we were talking about dicks. She was very surprised that I was dating someone all this time since we met but she didn't know. She jokingly suggested that she was upset because I was getting some but she wasn't getting any. She thought I juts didn't care to date girls and was a virgin all this time. Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about our mutual friends and discussed who else I could tell next. I told her she's probably the only one. She said she felt very special and that she's always wanted a close gay friend. Now she wants to hook me up with "a friend of a friend" that is also gay, and she wants to go to a gay club with me. LOL She's hilarious. I am not a club type of person. I need to look up directions if I need to go to West Hollywood, but I told her we will go one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, the night turned out very well. I couldn't have hoped for a better reaction and conversion with her. We had our heart-to-heart session that we never had before, and I am glad that now I have a &lt;s&gt;hag&lt;/s&gt; friend that I can be completely honest to and hang out with without worrying about being caught staring at hot guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-6196861195590170332?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6196861195590170332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=6196861195590170332' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/6196861195590170332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/6196861195590170332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/coming-out-part-2.html' title='Coming Out - Part 2'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-2209038826605623331</id><published>2008-10-02T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T08:36:25.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Hag'/><title type='text'>Coming Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay... as open as I may appear to be on this blog, I am actually a very shy person. I take everything in. I don't pour my heart out to anyone. I hardly ever discuss my personal life with my friends. ALL of my non-gay friends don't know about me being gay (yes I am VERY straight-acting.). If you lay on top of me, you won't get burnt (because I am not a flaming queen like &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://projektr3volution.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paul&lt;/a&gt; is). So due to recent life-changing events, I decided to change how I act and interact socially. I will talk about what recent life changing events are later (or never ha ha!). Today, I made a huge leap forward. I told one of my closest friends (actually my only closest friend, and we really aren't that close) that I am gay... in Gmail and txt messages. Here's a screen-shot of my beautiful iPhone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SOVhMYKVVNI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pabjh-KHyD0/s1600-h/comingout2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SOVhMYKVVNI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pabjh-KHyD0/s400/comingout2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252711405669668050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I started off by baiting her to tell me her secrets, but she didn't have any. She asked if I had any, and yes since I do have a lot of (Victoria's) secrets in my closet, I said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL tons&lt;/span&gt;". Then since she had a crappy limited text plan, we chatted online for a while. I told her I worked for the FBI but she didn't believe me. Then I just texted her "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay. I am gay ha ha&lt;/span&gt;" because I didn't want to type that on my work computer. Who knows what kind of monitoring programs my company installed on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I suspected, she was very surprised (see, I am really straight acting!). Half of our conversation in the next 10 minutes were OMG's. She thought I was joking again at first. She also said she did wondered why I never dated any girls but she thought maybe I just didn't care to. It never crossed her mind that I would be gay. Well, tough luck sister, life is full of shit and surprises like this. If my life were a season of 24, this would be THE cliffhanger of one of the episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asked me a bunch of questions which I said I would answer over dinner. She cancelled her dinner plans with other people right away so she could have dinner with me tonight (LOL). I will let you guys know how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am just glad and happy that I told her. Right now I am still a little shocked and in disbelief though. My lunch must have been poisoned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-2209038826605623331?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2209038826605623331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=2209038826605623331' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/2209038826605623331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/2209038826605623331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/coming-out.html' title='Coming Out'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SOVhMYKVVNI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pabjh-KHyD0/s72-c/comingout2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-8227712022220131429</id><published>2008-10-02T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:42:08.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>Can you see this? Or are you blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging from my phone here :-) oh this is fun. This blog is going mobile!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Posted with &lt;a href='http://lifecast.sleepydog.net'&gt;LifeCast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-8227712022220131429?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8227712022220131429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=8227712022220131429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8227712022220131429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8227712022220131429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-9086703244379937399</id><published>2008-10-01T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:20:57.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need a Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I need a date this Friday night. Can anyone in L.A. hook me up? He he I am normal and don't eat humans. That should be assuring enough, right? Dinner and then a drink at the Abbey in West Hollywood perhaps? Omg how strange can I be to look for a date on my blog? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-9086703244379937399?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9086703244379937399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=9086703244379937399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/9086703244379937399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/9086703244379937399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-need-date.html' title='I Need a Date'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-5253338856828040433</id><published>2008-10-01T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T06:04:18.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy - Last Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I watched this episode from season 4 of Grey's Anatomy last night. It was so sad... It made me cry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R3jfWNAuOuo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R3jfWNAuOuo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-5253338856828040433?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5253338856828040433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=5253338856828040433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5253338856828040433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5253338856828040433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/greys-anatomy-last-kiss.html' title='Grey&apos;s Anatomy - Last Kiss'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-5436399785648105154</id><published>2008-09-27T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T05:52:50.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><title type='text'>TGIW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Thank god it's weekend! I am loving my new iPhone so far. One of the Apps that I have called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WhosHere&lt;/span&gt; allows me to see who around me (geographically) also has this App, and I can also filter by interests (men seeking men, women seeking men, etc.). You can see what they are looking for, their picture, and approximately how many miles they are away from you. It is interesting that nobody sent me a message at first when I didn't put up any profile picture. As a social experiment (I promise!), I put up a headless shirtless picture recently, and now I get messages much more often. What can I say? Men are pigs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been having trouble sleeping through the whole night.... like... RIGHT NOW! I woke up half an hour ago (5:15 AM) on a freaking Saturday morning when I should be sleeping in. I somehow got a drug called Ambien on the street (ha ha) and took it once a couple weeks ago. Boy it was really fun. I woke up about an hour after I went to bed, and I hallucinated. I could see unidentified objects flying in the air and the window was glowing, sort of like an X-Files episode. The ceiling fan looked like a huge spider. The funny thing is, I KNEW I was hallucinating. I knew the objects flying in the air shouldn't have been there. I knew it spider-looking object was really the ceiling fan. But for some reason, that's just how they looked at that time. The Boyfriend told me I was just dreaming so I went to bed. The next day, I just had to find out what's wrong, and I Googled "Ambien hallucination", and surely I saw a bunch of sites talking about hallicination being a side effect of Ambien that happens rarely. Oh wow I feel so special to be one of the people that this rarely happens to. Needless to say, I stopped taking it. Then a friend recommended Tylenol Simply Sleep, which is non addictive. I think it's working. I just didn't want to take it last night because I was out drinking and didn't want to mix any medicine with alcohol. And now here I am typing this at 5-something in the morning. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a fabulous weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-5436399785648105154?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5436399785648105154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=5436399785648105154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5436399785648105154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5436399785648105154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/09/tgiw.html' title='TGIW!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-5653661910030981429</id><published>2008-09-20T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:25:01.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massage'/><title type='text'>Oh Yea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last night I went to Glen Ivy to get a massage. It was my first time I tried a stronger massage (for guys) instead of a regular Swedish massage. My masseur turned out to be this hot young guy in his 20's. I am not kidding. He looked just like an Abercrombie model walking out of a poster. He was SOOOOOOOO HOT. Blond, nice facial features, mid-length sandy hair, and most importantly, strong arms. He was a little rough, but we all know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rough is the way I like to take it&lt;/span&gt;. During the massage, I asked if he did any in-calls or out-calls, and he said he did do out-calls, but not in the area where I live because he doesn't live around here. I told him that's a pity. Oh well... He sort of looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SNWg4iXteOI/AAAAAAAAA20/uEL340zzX50/s1600-h/blondemasseur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SNWg4iXteOI/AAAAAAAAA20/uEL340zzX50/s400/blondemasseur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248277833929554146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;On my way out of the parking lot, I saw him walking toward it and was only wearing a tanktop, showing off his nice strong manly arms.... (drooling).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-5653661910030981429?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5653661910030981429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=5653661910030981429' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5653661910030981429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5653661910030981429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-yea.html' title='Oh Yea'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SNWg4iXteOI/AAAAAAAAA20/uEL340zzX50/s72-c/blondemasseur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-1567532210089871192</id><published>2008-09-17T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T05:53:26.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SNEGr5T6sfI/AAAAAAAAA2s/GL9CXJO4R3c/s1600-h/kerry3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SNEGr5T6sfI/AAAAAAAAA2s/GL9CXJO4R3c/s400/kerry3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246982392051839474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last weekend, I saw two cute boys holding hands in public in Irvine Spectrum. They were about 18 to 20 years old. Thumbs up to them. I still don't feel comfortable enough to do this. I care about what people think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SNEGYwLQbwI/AAAAAAAAA2k/1bJfcb1QPvc/s1600-h/1-kerrybraphael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SNEGYwLQbwI/AAAAAAAAA2k/1bJfcb1QPvc/s400/1-kerrybraphael.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246982063182081794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently I gave in to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big and scary two-headed monster&lt;/span&gt; called Apple &amp;amp; AT&amp;amp;T and got myself an iPhone with a 2-year contract. What can I say? I held off for as long as I could, but I just couldn't resist it any more. It looks so pretty... I know I am shallow. But once I had a chance to play with it for a few days, I just absolutely love it. I also signed up for unlimited text service. You must know that 3 months ago I had no text plan on my phone, and I NEVER texted. Now my friends call me a text whore. It's a slippery slope once you get started. Don't let your kids try this!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SNEGUkrnjXI/AAAAAAAAA2c/tH4RbtOl82k/s1600-h/2-kerrybraphael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SNEGUkrnjXI/AAAAAAAAA2c/tH4RbtOl82k/s400/2-kerrybraphael.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246981991377112434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The concept of having other people develop applications for the phone is just great. There are some very cool applications. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loopt&lt;/span&gt; lets you find your friends and tell you where they are any moment (kind of scary, but you can hide or set your own location). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whoshere&lt;/span&gt; lets you set up your profile and search criteria, and will show you people (some with pictures) that meet your criteria. And then there are apps for eBay and Facebook, and many other games. I just absolutely love it. I can't wait what Google comes up with for their Android later this year and see if it will be enough to compete with iPhone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SNEGRAve-5I/AAAAAAAAA2U/fchyh3iaJQ0/s1600-h/3-kerrybraphael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SNEGRAve-5I/AAAAAAAAA2U/fchyh3iaJQ0/s400/3-kerrybraphael.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246981930190044050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can anyone recommend any cool apps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, this guy's name is Kerry Degman. He's super hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-1567532210089871192?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1567532210089871192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=1567532210089871192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1567532210089871192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1567532210089871192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/09/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SNEGr5T6sfI/AAAAAAAAA2s/GL9CXJO4R3c/s72-c/kerry3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-2223904894284139802</id><published>2008-09-12T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T07:17:54.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><title type='text'>Innocent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Simple and innocent. Just boys being boys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp51BZGWAI/AAAAAAAAA18/GCpBXMhSVe4/s1600-h/innocent01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp51BZGWAI/AAAAAAAAA18/GCpBXMhSVe4/s400/innocent01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245138667840100354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp51KhrPzI/AAAAAAAAA2E/-htHDOCYnOU/s1600-h/innocent02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp51KhrPzI/AAAAAAAAA2E/-htHDOCYnOU/s400/innocent02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245138670291992370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp51RuECdI/AAAAAAAAA2M/F49KYxLtLLQ/s1600-h/innocent03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp51RuECdI/AAAAAAAAA2M/F49KYxLtLLQ/s400/innocent03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245138672222996946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5t6thCnI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Pq0SlzCSYBs/s1600-h/innocent04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5t6thCnI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Pq0SlzCSYBs/s400/innocent04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245138545787603570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5uFQPAuI/AAAAAAAAA1c/KJOzx_qJxfY/s1600-h/innocent05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5uFQPAuI/AAAAAAAAA1c/KJOzx_qJxfY/s400/innocent05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245138548617577186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5uSTVIhI/AAAAAAAAA1k/7ahp6GGkGig/s1600-h/innocent06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5uSTVIhI/AAAAAAAAA1k/7ahp6GGkGig/s400/innocent06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245138552120222226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5uRw7CuI/AAAAAAAAA1s/KRwMsXfCIPM/s1600-h/innocent07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5uRw7CuI/AAAAAAAAA1s/KRwMsXfCIPM/s400/innocent07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245138551975906018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5ulay1pI/AAAAAAAAA10/Hnv6HeT6m5A/s1600-h/innocent08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5ulay1pI/AAAAAAAAA10/Hnv6HeT6m5A/s400/innocent08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245138557251802770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5iWgGERI/AAAAAAAAA0s/VCFP0WMrdnQ/s1600-h/innocent09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5iWgGERI/AAAAAAAAA0s/VCFP0WMrdnQ/s400/innocent09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245138347089072402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5itE2xNI/AAAAAAAAA00/8DD1x1S9_R4/s1600-h/innocent10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5itE2xNI/AAAAAAAAA00/8DD1x1S9_R4/s400/innocent10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245138353148839122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5i04T0KI/AAAAAAAAA08/KyDLj74GQrs/s1600-h/innocent11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5i04T0KI/AAAAAAAAA08/KyDLj74GQrs/s400/innocent11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245138355243700386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5jPhUVvI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ouialq3YcnI/s1600-h/innocent12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5jPhUVvI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ouialq3YcnI/s400/innocent12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245138362395023090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5jZMCB0I/AAAAAAAAA1M/McIyZru7yTE/s1600-h/innocent13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp5jZMCB0I/AAAAAAAAA1M/McIyZru7yTE/s400/innocent13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245138364990097218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-2223904894284139802?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2223904894284139802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=2223904894284139802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/2223904894284139802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/2223904894284139802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/09/innocent.html' title='Innocent'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SMp51BZGWAI/AAAAAAAAA18/GCpBXMhSVe4/s72-c/innocent01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-7201529912729004957</id><published>2008-09-05T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:18:31.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>More Financial Troubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I guess these financial problems aren't ending any time soon. Rumor has it that the government will take over Fannie and Freddie as soon as this weekend, which can cost taxpayers billions of dollars. Both companies account for half of this nation's mortgage debt. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCKING HATE&lt;/span&gt; it when these millionnaire CEOs just stood aside and let their companies give out bad loans so they could make a lot of money, and when their companies fail, we taxpayers are the ones that need to foot their bills. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO FUCKING UNFAIR&lt;/span&gt;! I claim 2 deductions (although I really should just claim 1), and I get 15% off my paychecks deducted for just the federal tax, not including state tax and social security (which I probably won't see a penny of when I turn 65). FIFTEEN FUCKING PERCENT! Now part of that money is going to be used to help those rich executives who do businesses unfairly and those STUPID home buyers whose eyes are bigger than their bank accounts. Sigh... sorry that I am ranting on a Friday night. I probably really should just go out and get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://biz.yahoo.com/ap/080905/mortgage_giants_crisis.html"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-7201529912729004957?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7201529912729004957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=7201529912729004957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/7201529912729004957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/7201529912729004957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-financial-troubles.html' title='More Financial Troubles'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-4490732806058539926</id><published>2008-09-03T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:24:52.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abercrombie'/><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How was everyone's Labor Day weekend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went to the Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch in South Coast Plaza, and guess what, their half naked greeter was an ASIAN! I couldn't believe it! We are talking about Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch here, which is famous for being white supremacists. Well, I am glad they made a big step forward. (They sorta had to do it anyway since a good portion of population in Orange County is Asian.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I also went shopping for cologne this weekend but couldn't make up my damn mind about which one to get. I like Black by Kenneth Cole, but that's been out for a while now so I don't know if people are going to think that I am out-dated. &lt;strong&gt;Black&lt;/strong&gt;: Black is masculine and modern, as timeless as the color itself. An energetic mix of mint, lotus flower, exotic woods and sensuous musk that is metropolitan and masculine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SL9EYJccO2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/R4YIEZmTmgc/s1600-h/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SL9EYJccO2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/R4YIEZmTmgc/s400/black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241983672925305698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went to Bloomingdale's and smelled &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gucci&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;men's 'gucci by gucci' pour homme woody chypre fragrance. top notes of bergamot, cypress and violet. heart notes of tobacco leaves and jasmine. base notes of patchouli, amber and incense. To me, this one smells more "mature" which might be good for me because I am getting older :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SL9EYJccO2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/R4YIEZmTmgc/s1600-h/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241658366307893362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SL4cgz28gHI/AAAAAAAAA0M/lzhuG8g7lJM/s400/gucci.jpg" border="0" width="106" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Light blue&lt;/span&gt;: A refreshing blend of citrus notes combine perfectly with masculine woods and subtle spice to create a distinctive fragrance that epitomizes relaxed sophistication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SL9EYJccO2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/R4YIEZmTmgc/s1600-h/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241658365711396242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SL4cgxourZI/AAAAAAAAA0U/wrihrG_RES4/s400/lightblue.jpg" border="0" width="146" height="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Does any of you wear any of these? Let me know which one you think is best for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a professional youthful 20-something trendy cool Asian boy&lt;/span&gt;, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-4490732806058539926?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4490732806058539926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=4490732806058539926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4490732806058539926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4490732806058539926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SL9EYJccO2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/R4YIEZmTmgc/s72-c/black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-5539671803139479223</id><published>2008-09-01T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:29:59.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><title type='text'>Happy Labor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A simple Google search gives you... real men, real labor. Happy Labor Day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLwYD8YlCbI/AAAAAAAAAzk/YUlJTbFss8s/s1600-h/hotlabor01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLwYD8YlCbI/AAAAAAAAAzk/YUlJTbFss8s/s400/hotlabor01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241090522380306866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLwYDwG7TXI/AAAAAAAAAzs/18sPbBL84RQ/s1600-h/hotlabor02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLwYDwG7TXI/AAAAAAAAAzs/18sPbBL84RQ/s400/hotlabor02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241090519085043058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLwYD1JQSxI/AAAAAAAAAz0/61fIT5CKfuA/s1600-h/hotlabor03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLwYD1JQSxI/AAAAAAAAAz0/61fIT5CKfuA/s400/hotlabor03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241090520436984594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLwYEALfKSI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ktEVJoS5y-0/s1600-h/hotlabor04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLwYEALfKSI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ktEVJoS5y-0/s400/hotlabor04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241090523399137570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLwX4ZfmezI/AAAAAAAAAzM/VMzdb2gOXew/s1600-h/hotlabor06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLwX4ZfmezI/AAAAAAAAAzM/VMzdb2gOXew/s400/hotlabor06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241090324035959602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLwX4uHMjfI/AAAAAAAAAzU/CfjDmUl1cZw/s1600-h/hotlabor07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLwX4uHMjfI/AAAAAAAAAzU/CfjDmUl1cZw/s400/hotlabor07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241090329570741746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLwX4x2eUgI/AAAAAAAAAzc/FuUVC98BVgc/s1600-h/hotlabor08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLwX4x2eUgI/AAAAAAAAAzc/FuUVC98BVgc/s400/hotlabor08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241090330574344706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-5539671803139479223?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5539671803139479223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=5539671803139479223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5539671803139479223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5539671803139479223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-labor-day.html' title='Happy Labor Day'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLwYD8YlCbI/AAAAAAAAAzk/YUlJTbFss8s/s72-c/hotlabor01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-5716418024660662827</id><published>2008-08-27T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:39:42.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Did They Do That?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've always been amazed by the pyramids and the Great Wall of China. I want to see them in person one day. How did they build these structures with the technology they had (or not), without the help from aliens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLYAealuhiI/AAAAAAAAAys/6amEqK_4wL8/s1600-h/Egypt_Sphinx_Giza_Pyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLYAealuhiI/AAAAAAAAAys/6amEqK_4wL8/s400/Egypt_Sphinx_Giza_Pyramid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239375739025786402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLYAep3BDYI/AAAAAAAAAy0/7sxkQVJ3ozg/s1600-h/Great_Wall_of_China.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLYAep3BDYI/AAAAAAAAAy0/7sxkQVJ3ozg/s400/Great_Wall_of_China.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239375743124835714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Michael Phelps is just simply amazing. Eight freaking gold medals.... I wish I could have him teach me how to swim. I am sure he won't need my money as he already has a 7-figure income from Speedos and other sponsors, so I can just pay him in another way... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLYAet7DjRI/AAAAAAAAAy8/38YCDASCtYU/s1600-h/phelpssportsillustrated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLYAet7DjRI/AAAAAAAAAy8/38YCDASCtYU/s400/phelpssportsillustrated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239375744215518482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I also want to know how they did this... Umm... Somebody teach me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLYBbewF4hI/AAAAAAAAAzE/iRHjpbXJ5Lw/s1600-h/umm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLYBbewF4hI/AAAAAAAAAzE/iRHjpbXJ5Lw/s400/umm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239376788115022354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-5716418024660662827?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5716418024660662827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=5716418024660662827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5716418024660662827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5716418024660662827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-did-they-do-that.html' title='How Did They Do That?'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLYAealuhiI/AAAAAAAAAys/6amEqK_4wL8/s72-c/Egypt_Sphinx_Giza_Pyramid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-7142670655211952504</id><published>2008-08-24T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:36:54.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Congrats to Matthew Mitcham</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLGW2c8ZUfI/AAAAAAAAAyk/TOdaRVMIAfE/s1600-h/matthew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLGW2c8ZUfI/AAAAAAAAAyk/TOdaRVMIAfE/s400/matthew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238133703835210226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congratulations to Matthew Mitcham, an openly gay diver, for winning gold in the 10m platform in the Beijing Olympics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/olympics/beijing/blog/fourth_place_medal/post/Openly-gay-diver-wins-gold?urn=oly,102974"&gt;Article here&lt;/a&gt; (from last night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diver Matthew Mitcham, the only openly gay male athlete in the Beijing Olympics, won gold in the 10m platform. He beat Chinese favorite Zhou Luxin by 4.8 points, preventing China from sweeping gold in diving events. Mitcham is the first Aussie to win diving gold since 1924, but that's not the only thing that makes him a trailblazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is hardly the first gay athlete to compete but he is one of the first to be out while competing. American diver Greg Louganis did not share his orientation until his diving career was over. To Mitcham, he is just living his life as a gay man and as a diver, and there is nothing extraordinary about that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Being gay and diving are completely separate parts of my life. Of course there’s going to be crossover because some people have issues, but everyone I dive with has been so supportive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he wants to be known as more than a gay man, the LGBT community is proud of their star. At OutSports, a sports Web site that focuses on the gay community, his win is front-page news. The Web site brings up a good question -- will NBC mention Mitcham's orientation during tonight's broadcast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mitcham, that doesn't seem to matter. He has gold, and has reached his goals: "I’m happy with myself and where I am. I’m very happy with who I am and what I’ve done.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: NBC did not mention Mitcham's orientation, nor did they show his family and partner who were in the stands. NBC has made athletes' significant others a part of the coverage in the past, choosing to spotlight track athlete Sanya Richards' fiancee, a love triangle between French and Italian swimmers and Kerri Walsh's wedding ring debacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a brief interview of him after winning the gold. His mom and boyfriend were by his side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yWxX8OdZ2Tg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yWxX8OdZ2Tg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-7142670655211952504?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7142670655211952504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=7142670655211952504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/7142670655211952504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/7142670655211952504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/congrats-to-matthew-mitcham.html' title='Congrats to Matthew Mitcham'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLGW2c8ZUfI/AAAAAAAAAyk/TOdaRVMIAfE/s72-c/matthew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-387514594010131807</id><published>2008-08-24T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T08:07:58.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Brunch'/><title type='text'>Sunday Brunch - Chase Crawford</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You all know who he is, so I won't write up anything (just an excuse for my laziness). These pictures have been circulating on the Internet for a long time, so you've probably seen them all already. However you gotta admit he's so hot that you just need to see these pictures again! Here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238098397787964610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLF2vXqxxMI/AAAAAAAAAwk/zKtU-7lM2XA/s400/Chase01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238098395887000146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLF2vQljWlI/AAAAAAAAAws/Y-a4-pwCecg/s400/Chase02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLF3evr3-EI/AAAAAAAAAx0/cjn-qKqlldw/s1600-h/ChaseCrawford16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238099211688867906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLF3evr3-EI/AAAAAAAAAx0/cjn-qKqlldw/s400/ChaseCrawford16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLF3enqWGUI/AAAAAAAAAx8/vyT_eIWLKmU/s1600-h/ChaseCrawford22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238099209534970178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLF3enqWGUI/AAAAAAAAAx8/vyT_eIWLKmU/s400/ChaseCrawford22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLF3fEIVPjI/AAAAAAAAAyE/rq3k6fmDIJs/s1600-h/ChaseCrawford36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238099217176935986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLF3fEIVPjI/AAAAAAAAAyE/rq3k6fmDIJs/s400/ChaseCrawford36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLF3fcEjbXI/AAAAAAAAAyM/0M0nnsuUqok/s1600-h/ChaseCrawford43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238099223603539314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLF3fcEjbXI/AAAAAAAAAyM/0M0nnsuUqok/s400/ChaseCrawford43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238099222056090514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLF3fWTnO5I/AAAAAAAAAyU/aXQu3oChLRM/s400/ChaseCrawford47.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLF2vq3Tl4I/AAAAAAAAAw0/aCbjtJAZ2E0/s1600-h/ChaseCrawford12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238098402940786562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLF2vq3Tl4I/AAAAAAAAAw0/aCbjtJAZ2E0/s400/ChaseCrawford12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLF2vixJTfI/AAAAAAAAAw8/jV8u5WRhVAI/s1600-h/ChaseCrawford13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238098400767462898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLF2vixJTfI/AAAAAAAAAw8/jV8u5WRhVAI/s400/ChaseCrawford13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238098407133566482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLF2v6e8VhI/AAAAAAAAAxE/vu0HWAaxpVU/s400/ChaseCrawford15.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A bonus dessert for today's brunch. Cherry pie, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238100024778398306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLF4OErhmmI/AAAAAAAAAyc/XvF1tgNLSM8/s400/cutey01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-387514594010131807?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/387514594010131807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=387514594010131807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/387514594010131807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/387514594010131807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-brunch-chase-crawford.html' title='Sunday Brunch - Chase Crawford'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLF2vXqxxMI/AAAAAAAAAwk/zKtU-7lM2XA/s72-c/Chase01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-9204230817189055014</id><published>2008-08-23T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:58:40.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Oh Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need to trim my pubes... unless Afro is still in style?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLAkfVzyHQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Gh58owIlsTA/s1600-h/afro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLAkfVzyHQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Gh58owIlsTA/s400/afro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237726487480769794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My birthday is next week. I am getting so old.... I've decided to pick the Toys R Us song to be my theme song next week. "I don't wanna grow up..." This commercial also features creepily large toys. It's so scary!　I would never step a foot into Toys R Us if I saw this commercial when I was a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-WEqNkKX7Rw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-WEqNkKX7Rw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boyfriend and I are fine. We want to work things out. Sorry for all the drama last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-9204230817189055014?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9204230817189055014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=9204230817189055014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/9204230817189055014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/9204230817189055014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-boy.html' title='Oh Boy'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SLAkfVzyHQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Gh58owIlsTA/s72-c/afro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-3069703767809010816</id><published>2008-08-16T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:49:39.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Days of Our Lives - Episode 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So... about the call that woke me up at 2:30 AM last night and kept me awake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As I said in my previous post, he called at 12:30 to tell me that he's about to get off the freeway in Vegas. Two hours later, he called again. He said he was sitting in the room thinking about me, and he wanted to do option 1 now and was wondering if I would still give it a shot. Right then, he said he would promise me that nothing would happen between him and the doctor. When I asked what kind of room they were staying in, he said it's a king-size bed room. I don't know why he didn't switch to two queen beds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've been thinking about this all day and just got off the phone with him again. He said he wants to try to work it out, and even if it doesn't work in the end, we would both know that we tried. I don't know what to do. He said the check-in took 30 minutes, so between 1 AM and 2:30 AM when he called, they might very well have done something. He promised that nothing happened and promised that nothing will happen. I think I can trust him on this one. I really want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But, just because that nothing happened and he promised that nothing will happen, it still doesn't mean that he didn't plan to make something happen. It could be possible that the doctor didn't want to do anything. It just seems to me that he chose option 2 already but maybe it didn't work, so he wants option 1 now. Again, it makes me feel like I am the backup plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If he wanted to work it out before, he would have chosen to do so instead of leaving for Vegas, especially after I told that it would be over if he left. He chose to leave anyway. I don't know why going to Vegas with another guy, spent 4 hours driving in the car and the night in the same bed would make him suddently realize that he wanted option 1 after all. Obviously option 1 wasn't his first choice, or else he wouldn't have left last night. I am puzzled, and I don't know what to do. I don't know if it's really he talking or his guilt. I also don't know if he's just not used to not having me around and is confused himself, but maybe if he's away long enough, he would get over it and choose to break up anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My feelings tell me that I should give it another chance, but my head tells me that I should think twice about this. I really want it to work, but I don't want to go on doubting whether I am indeed the backup plan, the second best thing, and that he would just leave again if he finds someone better. I don't want to invest more time in this relationship feeling like this. What should I do? What would you do? Please tell me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-3069703767809010816?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3069703767809010816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=3069703767809010816' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3069703767809010816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3069703767809010816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/days-of-our-lives-episode-4.html' title='Days of Our Lives - Episode 4'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-3095749961304448950</id><published>2008-08-16T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T05:31:44.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Days of Our Lives - Episode 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Read Episodes 1 and 2 first below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The papers I held in my hand said that the hotel room is for a room with 1 king-size bed, and the ticket confirmation is for 2 NON-REFUNDABLE tickets. I can hear my heart shattered into a million pieces right now. I don't understand why this happened. I called him right away and confronted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, who are you going to Vegas with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? What are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you going to Vegas with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what you are talking about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I admitted that I turned into a psycho bitch and apologized that I went through his things. I really didn't want to do it, but I had to make sure. I was just as surprised as he was that I went through his things. He then confessed and said that he should have told me. He said he WANTED to tell me but didn't have the courage to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very disappointed and upset at this point. Not only did he plan this trip with someone els and decide not to tell me, but he also lied about it when I asked. I really don't know how we could have gotten to this point. Gee, doesn't this sound just like Option 2? When did he choose to pick it? How come I never knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him, again, who he planned to go with. He said he asked a mutual friend of ours first on Thursday, but the mutual friend wasn't sure if he could go. I asked who else. He said "who do you think?" I knew it's the doctor. He said the doctor also wasn't sure if he could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I questioned many of his intentions... Why tell me that he was only going away for the weekend to think but at the same time plan to ask someone else to go along? Why not ask me if that's okay with me? Why lie to me when I asked if he's going alone? Why book a king-size bed if he knew he's going with "a friend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he was expecting anything to happen to him and the doctor, if he did go. He said he didn't know. I asked him to promise me that nothing would happen. He said he didn't know if nothing would happen, and couldn't make that promise because he didn't want to break it. I asked why he even questioned himself if he might break it. Shouldn't he be able to just tell me right off the bat that nothing would happen? He shouldn't have to promise me anything, and yet he chose not to give me any last assurance. I said he just WANTED something to happen, but wasn't sure if it would, and that's why he couldn't make that promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bit the bullet and said to him that if he walked out that door Friday night, it will be over. I am sorry that I had to make him make a decision, but I can't allow myself to be treated this way. I can't remain in a relationship with him while he goes away to Vegas with some guy (that he most likely has interests in) and spends two nights in a king-size bed together. How can he expect me to consent that? He said he just wanted to talk to the doctor friend and figured things out between us. But it sounds a lot like he's trying to "try out" the doctor friend, and if it doesn't work out with him, he wants to be able to come back to me. I feel like a backup plan. He denies it, of course. He said again and again that he just wanted to go away and think, and I had to question him again and again that why he had to go away 400 miles with another guy, spend 2 nights in the same bed together, and on top of it all, plan to not have me find out, JUST TO THINK!!!!! If he didn't plan anything else, why would he go through all that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to leave work and go to lunch with him. I did. We talked during lunch, but the conversation didn't go anywhere. It basically just went in a circle. He was sorry he lied. He wanted to go away. I questioned his intention. I asked him to not go, or go without the doctor, or at the very least promise that nothing would happen. He couldn't do any of the above. He wanted me to wait after this weekend for him to make a decision. I said I couldn't be treated that way and told him that it's over if he left. It went around and around several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to work after lunch. I was slowly preparing myself to accept the fact that my 6-year relationship would be over in a matter of hours. I left work a little early because he wanted to talk some more. At this point I didn't know if more talking would do any good. I came home. He said he still wanted to go and didn't want to have to end it with me if he left. I expressed to him AGAIN, after so many times, that I didn't want to be treated that way and could not bear the thought of him doing anything with another guy this weekend, since he couldn't even promise that nothing would happen. If he still cared about me and loved me as he claimed he did, why put me through this torture? I said one more time that if he walked out the door that night, it would be over. I was very firm about it. There should be no confusion. He knew very well that he would be ending things if he left. It's his decision to make whether he liked it or not. I was sorry that I had to make him choose so soon, but he violated my trust and picked Option 2 without me knowing already. I didn't have time to let him keep toying with my emotions like this. If he wanted to go be with someone else, don't make me wait at home for his decision. Just rip the fucking band-aid off quickly so it doesn't hurt as much. Stop giving me hope or making me go through this weekend wondering what he's doing and feeling helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did walk out Friday night, not without hesitation, but he did. I knew what would happen if he did, and he chose to do it anyway. Since Wednesday, I said to him many times that I wanted to work with him to solve any problems. He chose not to do it with me and just walk out. Six years of good memories. That's almost A QUARTER OF MY LIFE (so far)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bummed out on Friday night, but I tried. I was able to sleep though because I went through so much this week and finally had a closure on things. I did tell him to call me when he got to Vegas so I knew he's safe. I really didn't know why I bothered. He did call me at around 12:30 AM when he was getting off the freeway. I went back to sleep after talking to him for a minute. And then at around 2:30 AM, he called again... and that's what kept me awake to type up all 3 episodes just now. What he said on the call.... I don't know how to react. My heart is telling me one thing, but my logical brain is telling me the opposite. I will write about the call later while some of you have some time to read through all 3 posts. Sorry that it's another cliffhanger, but I am tired and need to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-3095749961304448950?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3095749961304448950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=3095749961304448950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3095749961304448950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3095749961304448950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/days-of-our-lives-episode-3.html' title='Days of Our Lives - Episode 3'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-5426699952959195476</id><published>2008-08-16T03:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T04:28:15.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Days of Our Lives - Episode 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Instead of waiting for another day, you don't have to wait to see Episode 2 of this whole drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more background. In a post I wrote a few months ago, I mentioned that The Boyfriend had been chatting with other guys online. He's mentioned a few times that he wanted us to go hang out with this doctor friend he met online. I wanted to do it with him but every time he asked, either him, me, or the doctor had something that prevented us from getting together. Last weekend, I had to go down to Orange County. The Boyfriend called me Friday night and asked if it was okay for him to hang out with the doctor on Saturday. I completely trust him, so of course I said yes. They had lunch that day and went to see Wall-E, a movie I wanted to see when it came out, but The Boyfriend didn't want to see it. Afterwards, he told me that the doctor's a nice guy and we should all hang out together soon. I said~ sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday came along. I woke up so very tired. I dragged myself to work but couldn't function well. I was so distracted. We chatted online and talked a few times throughout the day. He said he wanted to get away for the weekend and picked Vegas. I was all for it. I even tried to find him good deals on a hotel room. He also bought a ticket to see a show. I did smell something fishy and asked if he was going alone. He said yes immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home from work. We talked some more. Although it was awkward at this point, I hugged and kissed him more. He made dinner (and burned it). We sat down and watched tv while eating. We talked to each other about other things like nothing had happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything seemed fine and back to normal now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, he had to leave early. I really hate myself for doing this, and never expected me to do this. I turned into a psycho bitch and went to his room to find his hotel room reservation confirmation. It wasn't hard to find it. When I did, I took a look, and I literally got chills in my head, down to my chest, arms, back, and stomach. I was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to type Episode 3 immediately after this. Hey was that a cliffhanger? I think I am getting good at writing soap operas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-5426699952959195476?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5426699952959195476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=5426699952959195476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5426699952959195476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5426699952959195476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/days-of-our-lives-episode-2.html' title='Days of Our Lives - Episode 2'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-3734258170607735325</id><published>2008-08-16T03:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T03:56:53.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Days of Our Lives - Episode 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is like an episode of soap opera, so I titled the post as Days of Our Lives. I am debating whether to write about this because it's so personal. I feel so naked in front of the world to pour my thoughts out like this. It's 3:15 AM when I start writing this, but I couldn't sleep, and I really want to know what people think about the whole situation. Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago, I came home from work as usual. I went into my room to check emails and surf as usual. The Boyfriend came to my room and asked what I wanted for my birthday. I told him instead of getting whatever I tell him I want, I would prefer that he spends time to think about what I would like. Even if it turned out to be something not at the top of my list, at least I will know that he tried and put lots of thoughts into it. He went downstairs to make dinner. We ate. I did the dishes. Just as I was walking upstairs, he asked me to come back down and sit with him in the living room. Straight off the bat, he asked me if I was happy with our relationship. I said I was. He said he hasn't been, for a long time. It came as a big shock to me. He said he's been putting up a happy face in front of me so I wouldn't worry, and at the same time trying to say things and get me to do things with him in order to fix the problems. I told him it was very surprising to me. He said it was surprising to him that it was surprising to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely did not see this coming. Some background... Throughout the past 6 years, I have to admit that I haven't treated him like a boyfriend. Sometimes I say mean and hurtful things. If you read some of the posts, you would know that I have a quick mouth and don't do too much thinking before I say things. I also haven't put in enough efforts to make him happy. A lot of the times, I just took and took and that forced him to give and give. Basically, he said he hasn't felt loved for a long time. His feelings for me gradually faded. However, just like he said, he tried to put up a happy face and acted like nothing was wrong. No wonder it was a big surprise to me when he finally sat me down and talked to me seriously about it. Even on Wednesday night when he came into my room to ask what I wanted for my birthday, that question was accompanied by a brief bj from him. I mean... how was I supposed to know that anything was wrong? As far as I know, he was still into me that night. If I had known earlier, I would have tried harder,  cared more about his feelings, and paid more attention to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we discussed our options. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Option 1&lt;/span&gt;: (I suggested this.) I said I wanted to change and treat him the way he wants to be treated. It's not about changing who I am. It's about paying more attention to how he feels and be more considerate. Honestly this is not a lot to ask of me. I am willing to try! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Option 2&lt;/span&gt;: (He suggested this, and I have a feeling that this was what he would eventually pick.) He wants to take a 3~4 month break. During this break, he said he may be seeing other guys, and whatever he does, it will be "safe." He was referring to sex if it's not obvious enough. He is not saying he definitely will see other guys, but he just can't say for sure that he won't. He also said that at this time, he would prefer that I wait and not see other guys. He knew it's not fair to ask me that but that's his preference. I responded that it is not going to happen like that, and in my head I was yelling a big SCREW YOU. He cannot possibly expect me to be the normal obedient wife that waits for the husband to come home every night after he fools around with other people. At this time, he said fine, I could do the same, too. (See how much he wanted Option 2?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our conversation basically ended here that night. We decided that we would spend a few days thinking about these options. I didn't understand why he couldn't pick option 1 immediately and work with me. It makes me feel he was leaning towards option 2 and already picked it prior to our conversion. I couldn't sleep that night. I woke up in the middle of the night to go to my room and stayed for a couple hours. I am putting Episode 2 into another post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-3734258170607735325?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3734258170607735325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=3734258170607735325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3734258170607735325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3734258170607735325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/days-of-our-lives-episode-1.html' title='Days of Our Lives - Episode 1'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-2179666153605520051</id><published>2008-08-15T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:09:43.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so confused right now. I don't know what to do. I need a rebound guy. If you know any quality individuals in the Los Angeles area, let me know. Maybe pretty soon there will be posts about The Boyfriend V 2.0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will try to write something this weekend and tell you guys what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-2179666153605520051?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2179666153605520051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=2179666153605520051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/2179666153605520051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/2179666153605520051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-6778577661932238139</id><published>2008-08-13T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:13:17.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Heartbroken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am heartbroken... I cannot believe what just happened. I need to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-6778577661932238139?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6778577661932238139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=6778577661932238139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/6778577661932238139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/6778577661932238139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/heartbroken.html' title='Heartbroken'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-2584920880147915893</id><published>2008-08-12T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:41:54.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>The Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am sure a lot of you saw the Men's 10-Meter Synchronized Diving yesterday. The two men representing the USA are so adorable. I just have to find more pictures of them and post them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thomas Finchum (born December 01, 1989):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SKI5WL0ZnYI/AAAAAAAAAvU/_n46C9SM_ko/s1600-h/ThomasFinchum01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SKI5WL0ZnYI/AAAAAAAAAvU/_n46C9SM_ko/s400/ThomasFinchum01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233808770250415490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SKI5WMk0pqI/AAAAAAAAAvc/sjDW4-nNLEM/s1600-h/ThomasFinchum02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SKI5WMk0pqI/AAAAAAAAAvc/sjDW4-nNLEM/s400/ThomasFinchum02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233808770453513890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SKI5Wpsz5CI/AAAAAAAAAvk/wS9wdYrSRxE/s1600-h/ThomasFinchum03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SKI5Wpsz5CI/AAAAAAAAAvk/wS9wdYrSRxE/s400/ThomasFinchum03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233808778271646754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;David Boudia (Born April 24, 1989):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SKI5wqN2lPI/AAAAAAAAAvs/SIh5n2Wfy3A/s1600-h/DavidBoudia01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SKI5wqN2lPI/AAAAAAAAAvs/SIh5n2Wfy3A/s400/DavidBoudia01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233809225086833906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SKI5wmn_WdI/AAAAAAAAAv0/iglPc2Qjk1I/s1600-h/DavidBoudia02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SKI5wmn_WdI/AAAAAAAAAv0/iglPc2Qjk1I/s400/DavidBoudia02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233809224122718674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SKI5w_x49EI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ZMlSMdPsr14/s1600-h/DavidBoudia03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SKI5w_x49EI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ZMlSMdPsr14/s400/DavidBoudia03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233809230875128898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These two boys not only compete against each other, but they also compete together as a team against other hot boys from other countries. They are good friends with each other, and during the interview, they even said they could finish each other's sentences sometimes. How adorable is that!!! Look how cute they look together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SKI6SUcMbzI/AAAAAAAAAwM/5dH9sJW2c9M/s1600-h/ThomasDavid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SKI6SUcMbzI/AAAAAAAAAwM/5dH9sJW2c9M/s400/ThomasDavid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233809803356958514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SKI6SdLnm4I/AAAAAAAAAwU/fzybDjHbjgo/s1600-h/ThomasDavid02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SKI6SdLnm4I/AAAAAAAAAwU/fzybDjHbjgo/s400/ThomasDavid02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233809805703355266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's even better about them is that Thomas is 18 and David is 19, so they are both legal. LOL. I am only kidding!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-2584920880147915893?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2584920880147915893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=2584920880147915893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/2584920880147915893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/2584920880147915893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics.html' title='The Olympics'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SKI5WL0ZnYI/AAAAAAAAAvU/_n46C9SM_ko/s72-c/ThomasFinchum01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-3084166220891988383</id><published>2008-08-03T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T08:32:09.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Happy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Good morning! First I'd like to apologize to my three readers that I haven't updated this blog for so long. I was busy and lazy. I haven't had time read any blogs, either. Work is the same for me... just too much work to do and too little time to do it. Our company recently hired a masseuse to come over every other week to give us massages. To me, that's a great perk. The massage I had last week was excellent and much needed. I just wish it was a guy and longer (the massage session, not a particular human reproductive organ). Anyone who wants to apply to be an intern, &lt;a href="http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/interns-wanted.html"&gt;see qualifications here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hurt my big toe a week ago. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; was trying to "get me" and was chasing me in the house. I ran into the door. My toe began swelling right away and I could not walk. I thought I might have broken it. That night I had to hop around the house. Of course, being mentally 5 years old, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; started making fun of me and called me a kangaroo. A couple hours later, he hurt his toe, too, while getting out of shower. What can I say? Karma is a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see a doctor the next day and got an X-ray. Good news, it wasn't broken. The doctor told me to go see Dr. Advil and a few days later, the inflammation was gone. Magical Dr. Advil! I think I am addicted to him now. Now I can karate kick &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; with no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; and I went to Walmart to get a few things. He got a canned air, and I guess there is a requirement that you would have to be 18 to buy it? I am not sure... Anyway, the cashier (an old woman in her 60's) asked him how old he was. Since he likes to flirt with grandmas, he didn't answer and instead asked her how old she thought he was. (By the way, he's in late 20's.) The grandma said "uh... I don't know... you look young... maybe 17?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately pointed to the eye clinic/glasses department, which was next to us, and said to her, word by word,  "I think you need to have your eyes checked over there." It sounded funny at first but then I realized it might have been a little rude. She gave me this weird look when I said it. I am sorry, but I am just an obnoxious Asian who only became obnoxious after hanging out with too many Gringos. They rubbed off on me. I couldn't help it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had no idea how big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;'s head (the upper division of the human body that contains the brain, chief sense organs, and the mouth, NOT the tip of a certain human reproductive organ) was that afternoon. I had to keep reminding him that just because an old woman with blurred vision thought he looked 17, it doesn't mean the rest of the world thinks so, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-3084166220891988383?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3084166220891988383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=3084166220891988383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3084166220891988383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3084166220891988383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-sunday.html' title='Happy Sunday'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-5663190245802030028</id><published>2008-07-29T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:02:30.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince - Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The first trailer of the sixth Harry Potter movie - Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince came out TODAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't wait to see the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xQL5n4DQFX8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xQL5n4DQFX8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-5663190245802030028?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5663190245802030028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=5663190245802030028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5663190245802030028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5663190245802030028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince.html' title='Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince - Trailer'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-5190308011231202220</id><published>2008-07-27T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T11:24:52.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Randy Pausch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just saw this video. Randy is truly an inspiration. He discovered that he had cancer and had only 3~6 months to live. He gave this "last lecture" in September of 2007, and actually lived longer than his doctors anticipated afterwards. He passed away last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: the brick walls in our lives are there for a reason: they let us prove how badly we want things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Carnegie Mellon Professor Randy Pausch (Oct. 23, 1960 - July 25, 2008) gave his last lecture at the university Sept. 18, 2007, before a packed McConomy Auditorium. In his moving presentation, "Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams," Pausch talked about his lessons learned and gave advice to students on how to achieve their own career and personal goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ji5_MqicxSo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ji5_MqicxSo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-5190308011231202220?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5190308011231202220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=5190308011231202220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5190308011231202220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5190308011231202220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/rip-randy-pausch.html' title='RIP Randy Pausch'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-1295126210138195309</id><published>2008-07-14T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:17:17.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>There IS a GOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Remember I was just whining last weekend that I had so much work to do (see 3 posts down), and that I'd better get a BIG FAT BONUS check at the end of this year? Well, I am not sure if there is indeed a God, or if my boss read my blog, but my &lt;s&gt;whining&lt;/s&gt; prayer was answered today. I got a nice little bonus check today for &lt;s&gt;being the only Asian boy in the office that eats all kinds of stinky food&lt;/s&gt; working so hard and doing a good job in the past few months. I was so surprised and happy! Totally didn't see that coming. I think they should do it more often because it really lifts my spirits up and encourages me to kill myself at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about yours, but I like how my week started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-1295126210138195309?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1295126210138195309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=1295126210138195309' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1295126210138195309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1295126210138195309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-is-god.html' title='There IS a GOD!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-3618332815135960076</id><published>2008-07-13T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:40:58.475-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>What Gets You Off?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHqd8-mtCjI/AAAAAAAAAu8/UJeJIPamfJk/s1600-h/feet01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHqd8-mtCjI/AAAAAAAAAu8/UJeJIPamfJk/s400/feet01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222660388812556850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was chatting with a stranger earlier today, and apparently he liked feet. I know a lot of people have foot fetish, just like a lot of people like golden shower, sex with animals, sex with objects, etc. And I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; here to judge. We are all free to have our own fetishes as long as they don't cause any harm to other people (and in some cases, animals). Here's our chat log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;  &lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;  FootFetishBoy:  hiya&lt;br /&gt;Me:  hi&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  wassup&lt;br /&gt;Me:  not much u?&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  you are cute&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  i am XXXXXX u&lt;br /&gt;Me:  thanx i am XXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  so how was the statue of liberty&lt;br /&gt;Me:  that's in vegas&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  awe&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  hehe how tall is it&lt;br /&gt;Me:  hmm i am not sure&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  haha&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  what would you do if you were as tall as lady liberty&lt;br /&gt;Me:  lol destroy some buildings i guess&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  another giant asian destroying builldings&lt;br /&gt;Me:  yup&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  haha there are a lot of giants in asian pop culture&lt;br /&gt;Me:  yeah like gozilla&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  and anime&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  lots of giants in anime&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  what would you wear as an asian giant&lt;br /&gt;Me:  uh... the statue of liberty suit i guess&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  hehe really&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  not a hot loin cloth&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  would you be barefoot&lt;br /&gt;Me:  probably&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  haha&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  hot&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  what if you looked down and saw me&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  ?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  hmm&lt;br /&gt;Me:  probably stink you up with my feet&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  do they stink&lt;br /&gt;Me:  nah&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  hehe i would go up to your toes then&lt;br /&gt;Me:  you into feet?&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  yup&lt;br /&gt;Me:  i see&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  hehe well what if i did go up to your giant toes and you knew that i liked feet&lt;br /&gt;Me:  i would probably let you give me a foot massage&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  hehe nice&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ive got to go&lt;br /&gt;Me:  lunch&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  awe&lt;br /&gt;FootFetishBoy:  hugs your toes &lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;footfetishboy&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At this time I was literally freaked out so I had to sign off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/footfetishboy&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHqd9Koj-RI/AAAAAAAAAvE/p7-oNZX5rnw/s1600-h/feet02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHqd9Koj-RI/AAAAAAAAAvE/p7-oNZX5rnw/s400/feet02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222660392041576722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHqd9NWEBFI/AAAAAAAAAvM/AJ_tf6D_K_g/s1600-h/feet03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHqd9NWEBFI/AAAAAAAAAvM/AJ_tf6D_K_g/s400/feet03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222660392769291346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Like I said, we are all free to have our own fetishes. I am not into feet. Although if you are into feet, I'd love to hear why. What is it about feet that attracts you? As for me, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL ABOUT KIDNEYS&lt;/span&gt;. Gosh guys with cute kidneys just turn me on and get me so hooooot. Ha Ha Ha! So what's your secret fetish? What gets you off????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-3618332815135960076?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3618332815135960076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=3618332815135960076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3618332815135960076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3618332815135960076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-gets-you-off.html' title='What Gets You Off?'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHqd8-mtCjI/AAAAAAAAAu8/UJeJIPamfJk/s72-c/feet01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-5291384843461082859</id><published>2008-07-12T13:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:40:58.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gummy What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Allow me to say that I LOVE gummy bears. I like the soft chewy texture and the fruity flavors. I love the gummy bears they sell at Target. They taste the best to me. I especially like the watermelon flavor. Last weekend I got a pack from Target and left it in my car for a day or so. I guess you aren't supposed to do that. All of them got melted together. Look at my poor gummy bears... no gummy bears for me.... (tears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHkaK9ent5I/AAAAAAAAAu0/ZM6GEYx0oK0/s1600-h/gummy02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHkaK9ent5I/AAAAAAAAAu0/ZM6GEYx0oK0/s400/gummy02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222234018516809618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHkaKuYwyXI/AAAAAAAAAus/UPXvXzu8j-k/s1600-h/gummy01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHkaKuYwyXI/AAAAAAAAAus/UPXvXzu8j-k/s400/gummy01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222234014465706354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-5291384843461082859?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5291384843461082859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=5291384843461082859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5291384843461082859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/5291384843461082859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/gummy-what.html' title='Gummy What?'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHkaK9ent5I/AAAAAAAAAu0/ZM6GEYx0oK0/s72-c/gummy02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-2979403583917706067</id><published>2008-07-12T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:41:00.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate saying this but now it seems like every week I come here, and I write "oh what a week. I was so busy". But it's true! I guess alternatively I could say that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FREAKING BETTER GET A NICE BIG FAT BONUS THIS YEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stock market is so bad lately. I remember that up until October of last year (peak of stock market), everything seemed fine. I knew the housing and mortgage problem was slowly growing, but you didn't really hear about it. It seemed like everyone was downplaying the problem to keep the bubble becoming bigger and bigger. Then everything just dropped, and kept dropping, like falling knives that you can't catch. And now IndyMc collapsed yesterday. One out of the 19 billion in deposits was not covered by FDIC guarantees, so people who bank there can lose up to 1 billion dollars. This teaches you all rich people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; to keep all of your money in one bank, but to keep only up to $100,000 in each bank so all of it is FDIC insured. I know I don't have this problem now but hopefully some day I will. Which bank will be next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to see two movies that are coming out on 7/18. The first one is The Dark Knight. &lt;a href="http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/batman-vs-superman.html"&gt;Christian Bale&lt;/a&gt; is hot. The movie is filled with action. And it's the last movie Heath Ledger did. The second movie is Mamma Mia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHjFqmqwrzI/AAAAAAAAAuk/pjzqmgNNvJw/s1600-h/mammamia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHjFqmqwrzI/AAAAAAAAAuk/pjzqmgNNvJw/s400/mammamia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222141103661166386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I saw the musical at Mandalay Bay a couple years ago and loved it. I love the music. When I first found out that they were going to make a movie of it, I didn't want to see it because I thought it would be corny, but then I found out that Meryl Streep and Pierce Brosnan are in it - two of my favorite actors. Most importantly, Sky is played by the hot Dominic Cooper:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHjFqL2suLI/AAAAAAAAAuE/YqWupOPjVwg/s1600-h/dominiccooper01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHjFqL2suLI/AAAAAAAAAuE/YqWupOPjVwg/s400/dominiccooper01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222141096463481010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHjFqQuBikI/AAAAAAAAAuU/P7oH2i1KJHk/s1600-h/dominiccooper03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHjFqQuBikI/AAAAAAAAAuU/P7oH2i1KJHk/s400/dominiccooper03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222141097769273922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHjFqrZO3JI/AAAAAAAAAuc/p618Km_rJpo/s1600-h/dominiccooper04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHjFqrZO3JI/AAAAAAAAAuc/p618Km_rJpo/s400/dominiccooper04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222141104929823890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHjFqXZ8lEI/AAAAAAAAAuM/FWRaMvQYMWs/s1600-h/dominiccooper02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHjFqXZ8lEI/AAAAAAAAAuM/FWRaMvQYMWs/s400/dominiccooper02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222141099564110914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Movie hopping time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-2979403583917706067?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2979403583917706067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=2979403583917706067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/2979403583917706067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/2979403583917706067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-saying-this-but-now-it-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SHjFqmqwrzI/AAAAAAAAAuk/pjzqmgNNvJw/s72-c/mammamia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-211294142455035964</id><published>2008-07-06T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:41:01.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Brunch'/><title type='text'>Sunday Brunch - Hunter Parrish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hunter Parrish, born on May 13, 1987, is an American actor, most famous for his role as Silas Botwin in Showtime's comedy television series, Weeds. He's also appeared in several TV series and Hollywood films Sleepover and RV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series Weeds started in 2005, when Hunter was only 18 years old. He played a high school kid of a widowed mother, who became a marijuana dealer to get by. Personally it is one of my favorite TV shows. By the way, most of the exterior scenes in Weeds are shot in a neighborhood close to where I live. I am tempted to go visit Hunter sometimes. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG6sDf8xyNI/AAAAAAAAAts/WipP4YgphnM/s1600-h/HunterParrish07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG6sDf8xyNI/AAAAAAAAAts/WipP4YgphnM/s400/HunterParrish07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219298194284988626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG6r8UKKWEI/AAAAAAAAAs8/qdrasYCY2Yo/s1600-h/HunterParrish01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG6r8UKKWEI/AAAAAAAAAs8/qdrasYCY2Yo/s400/HunterParrish01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219298070860814402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG6r8fhvBEI/AAAAAAAAAtE/YCh1nbYs-eM/s1600-h/HunterParrish02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG6r8fhvBEI/AAAAAAAAAtE/YCh1nbYs-eM/s400/HunterParrish02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219298073912476738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG6r8kFncHI/AAAAAAAAAtM/7DfBg_Jh4Ww/s1600-h/HunterParrish03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG6r8kFncHI/AAAAAAAAAtM/7DfBg_Jh4Ww/s400/HunterParrish03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219298075136716914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG6r8kC5zFI/AAAAAAAAAtU/n3swHdJCPrc/s1600-h/HunterParrish04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG6r8kC5zFI/AAAAAAAAAtU/n3swHdJCPrc/s400/HunterParrish04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219298075125337170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG6r86UcIII/AAAAAAAAAtc/vBQ0-5RRli0/s1600-h/HunterParrish05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG6r86UcIII/AAAAAAAAAtc/vBQ0-5RRli0/s400/HunterParrish05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219298081104470146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Season 4 of Weeds began recently with Hunter, now 21, appearing shirtless on the show. Gosh they grow up fast on ya, don't they? Look at what a hunk he's turned into!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG6sDaiFnxI/AAAAAAAAAtk/_uUSrk3CbKo/s1600-h/HunterParrish06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG6sDaiFnxI/AAAAAAAAAtk/_uUSrk3CbKo/s400/HunterParrish06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219298192830865170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG6sDlXf_1I/AAAAAAAAAt0/1Tbq7-T_XKU/s1600-h/HunterParrish08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG6sDlXf_1I/AAAAAAAAAt0/1Tbq7-T_XKU/s400/HunterParrish08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219298195739246418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG6sDochjPI/AAAAAAAAAt8/XSP_cteUlcU/s1600-h/HunterParrish09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG6sDochjPI/AAAAAAAAAt8/XSP_cteUlcU/s400/HunterParrish09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219298196565626098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-211294142455035964?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/211294142455035964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=211294142455035964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/211294142455035964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/211294142455035964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-brunch-hunter-parrish.html' title='Sunday Brunch - Hunter Parrish'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG6sDf8xyNI/AAAAAAAAAts/WipP4YgphnM/s72-c/HunterParrish07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-8571932984591102251</id><published>2008-07-04T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:41:03.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy July 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Have a great July 4th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG5JpXC7d9I/AAAAAAAAAsE/F2UC-Cs5rOw/s1600-h/patriot01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG5JpXC7d9I/AAAAAAAAAsE/F2UC-Cs5rOw/s400/patriot01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219189993078749138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG5JpsbAsBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/7m1dhzxpyU0/s1600-h/patriot02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG5JpsbAsBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/7m1dhzxpyU0/s400/patriot02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219189998816899090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG5JpgPYTYI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AdyxNMWIVSc/s1600-h/patriot03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG5JpgPYTYI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AdyxNMWIVSc/s400/patriot03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219189995546889602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG5Jp0XxtgI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Fk5cb_SnBmo/s1600-h/patriot04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG5Jp0XxtgI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Fk5cb_SnBmo/s400/patriot04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219190000950818306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG5Jp2OO_SI/AAAAAAAAAsk/x7g-ymc0yCk/s1600-h/patriot05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG5Jp2OO_SI/AAAAAAAAAsk/x7g-ymc0yCk/s400/patriot05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219190001447664930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG5J310cvGI/AAAAAAAAAss/fRqsTUaEK0U/s1600-h/patriot06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG5J310cvGI/AAAAAAAAAss/fRqsTUaEK0U/s400/patriot06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219190241857682530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG5J39zcxOI/AAAAAAAAAs0/jBXIlpr_IXI/s1600-h/patriot07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG5J39zcxOI/AAAAAAAAAs0/jBXIlpr_IXI/s400/patriot07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219190244000974050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-8571932984591102251?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8571932984591102251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=8571932984591102251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8571932984591102251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8571932984591102251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-july-4th.html' title='Happy July 4th'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SG5JpXC7d9I/AAAAAAAAAsE/F2UC-Cs5rOw/s72-c/patriot01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-9080685495631067344</id><published>2008-06-29T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T11:09:57.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Police Finds Hidden Weapon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Check out this video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbLYf_tmWYE&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbLYf_tmWYE&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if you want to be felt up by a real police officer, you have to sell drugs, point a gun at them, and wear your pants really low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-9080685495631067344?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9080685495631067344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=9080685495631067344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/9080685495631067344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/9080685495631067344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/police-finds-hidden-weapon.html' title='Police Finds Hidden Weapon'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-1672000049817443108</id><published>2008-06-29T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:41:05.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Brunch'/><title type='text'>Sunday Brunch - Mario Maurer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cute Asian Boy Alert!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Maurer was born on December 4, 1988 in Thailand. He is a model and actor of German, Chinese and Thai descent. He is best known for his lead role in the 2007 film, The Love of Siam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 16, Maurer became a model doing photo shoots, commercials and music videos. In 2007, he made his feature film debut in a leading role in The Love of Siam, written and directed by Chukiat Sakweerakul. When asked about his kissing scenes with Witwisit Hirunwongkul in The Love of Siam, Maurer said, "I was nervous. I've never kissed a man and kissing is not something you do every day." Maurer has been nominated for an Asian Film Awards in the category of Best Supporting Actor for his performance in The Love of Siam. He won for Best Actor in Starpics Thai Films Awards and also nominated in Bangkok Critics Assembly and Star Entertainment Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SGZ0fiqzrtI/AAAAAAAAArY/rUX0ioi1LLs/s1600-h/mario_okmag8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SGZ0fiqzrtI/AAAAAAAAArY/rUX0ioi1LLs/s400/mario_okmag8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216985303586418386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SGZ0fnNLiUI/AAAAAAAAArg/DAReWbqgUww/s1600-h/mariomaurer01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SGZ0fnNLiUI/AAAAAAAAArg/DAReWbqgUww/s400/mariomaurer01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216985304804329794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SGZ0f_oDThI/AAAAAAAAAro/suFEXDHWejI/s1600-h/mariomaurer02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SGZ0WAThXzI/AAAAAAAAAq4/8ITfPcJqX5s/s400/mario_okmag2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216985139743121202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SGZ0WYVV_ZI/AAAAAAAAArA/WCxWW-pfsvM/s1600-h/mario_okmag3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SGZ0WYVV_ZI/AAAAAAAAArA/WCxWW-pfsvM/s400/mario_okmag3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216985146193214866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SGZ0WsRWbfI/AAAAAAAAArI/RGph4oNSzd0/s1600-h/mario_okmag6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SGZ0WsRWbfI/AAAAAAAAArI/RGph4oNSzd0/s400/mario_okmag6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216985151545175538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SGZ0WrtVsGI/AAAAAAAAArQ/ismRS21dsg8/s1600-h/mario_okmag7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SGZ0WrtVsGI/AAAAAAAAArQ/ismRS21dsg8/s400/mario_okmag7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216985151394132066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-1672000049817443108?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1672000049817443108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=1672000049817443108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1672000049817443108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1672000049817443108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-brunch-mario-maurer.html' title='Sunday Brunch - Mario Maurer'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SGZ0fiqzrtI/AAAAAAAAArY/rUX0ioi1LLs/s72-c/mario_okmag8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-2872278055811981625</id><published>2008-06-27T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:41:05.390-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii'/><title type='text'>End of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yay it's Friday! It's a busy week at work for me again, but at least I was able to wrap up a lot of stuff. Just as I thought I am going to have some time to surf the Internet or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wanna-work-google.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;poop at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;, my manager is actually going to be on vacation, so I will probably end up taking over some of her work. In fact, I already had to stay at work late today for it. Blah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've had Wii Fit for a while now, but I haven't been playing it religiously, or often enough to really see any results. Some of you might have a better use for it, but life's just so sad that you can't get one anywhere and I happen to have one. The exercise a lot of people get is to walk store to store finding Wii Fit. So this week I decided to spend more time with it. At first I thought this might be a gimmick, and I probably can't get too much out of it. Boy was I wrong! If you just randomly pick any activities (Yoga, Strength Training, Aerobics, and Balance Games) and "play" it for 30 minutes, you get sweaty easily. Right now my chest, stomach, and arms are all sore. Hopefully I can see some real results soon. I will work out as much as possible so I look like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SGW03IFTFbI/AAAAAAAAAqo/xH_ITwr9ReY/s1600-h/wiifitdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216774602534098354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SGW03IFTFbI/AAAAAAAAAqo/xH_ITwr9ReY/s400/wiifitdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Speaking of Wii, I need Wii friends. I don't have any Wii friends and I am so lonely. For those of you that have a Wii as well, send me an email or leave a comment with your console number so we can become Wii friends pretty pleeeeeease?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tomorrow two of our friends are coming over to see our new place, and we are going to &lt;s&gt;have a foursome&lt;/s&gt; hang out. It should be fun. Have a great weekend, boys. XOXO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-2872278055811981625?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2872278055811981625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=2872278055811981625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/2872278055811981625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/2872278055811981625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-week.html' title='End of the Week'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SGW03IFTFbI/AAAAAAAAAqo/xH_ITwr9ReY/s72-c/wiifitdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-1807812192314911874</id><published>2008-06-26T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:41:05.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Work @ Google</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SGQyfIRO7iI/AAAAAAAAAqY/EqQZAU28QNE/s1600-h/googletoiletthree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SGQyfIRO7iI/AAAAAAAAAqY/EqQZAU28QNE/s400/googletoiletthree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216349778778975778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I stole this from TechCrunch (&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.techcrunch.com/2008/06/26/google-employees-even-get-japanese-space-toilets/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;). Their employees are getting toilets imported from Japan. You get front and rear cleaning, dryer, and a seat warmer. I think if I worked at Google, I would just show up at work and sit on the toilet all day. I do have a question though... what the heck is Wand Cleaning (see lower left corner)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-1807812192314911874?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1807812192314911874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=1807812192314911874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1807812192314911874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1807812192314911874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wanna-work-google.html' title='I Wanna Work @ Google'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SGQyfIRO7iI/AAAAAAAAAqY/EqQZAU28QNE/s72-c/googletoiletthree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-7833579582062285093</id><published>2008-06-20T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:13:01.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Love This Song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was browsing through a bunch of free MP3 downloads on Amazon and found this song that I absolutely love. Yes, I admit it's a pot-smoking hippie's song, but it (the song, not the pot) makes me happy. &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Energy/dp/B000TGGTIC/ref=queculcla-20?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dmusic&amp;amp;qid=1214024709&amp;amp;sr=102-1"&gt;Click here to download it for free&lt;/a&gt;, and here's the music video. I hope you like it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TREdIwJ1iRc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TREdIwJ1iRc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-7833579582062285093?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7833579582062285093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=7833579582062285093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/7833579582062285093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/7833579582062285093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-this-song.html' title='Love This Song!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-1718811697976919679</id><published>2008-06-20T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:41:06.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat Wave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How was everyone's week so far? For me, I am glad it was over. I was so busy this week at work. I even had nightmares about not being able to figure out something for work. I had to get to work early for conference calls which turned out to be canceled both times, and I found out only because I dialed in and nobody was there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been hot here in the sunny Southern California this whole week. We have been having triple-digit temperatures in the afternoons. What the heck? I don't think Brad Pitt is around. When you step outside you can literally feel this heat wave hitting your body. It is so unbearable. I guess I should take advantage of the situation and hit the pool this weekend to check out the hot boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool. Have a nice weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFx5miL08FI/AAAAAAAAAqA/T8pSJM4CjjI/s1600-h/aznsleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214176171506593874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFx5miL08FI/AAAAAAAAAqA/T8pSJM4CjjI/s400/aznsleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFx5m9kl6fI/AAAAAAAAAqI/_9RcxI54E7s/s1600-h/aznsleeping2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214176178858224114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFx5m9kl6fI/AAAAAAAAAqI/_9RcxI54E7s/s400/aznsleeping2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFx5m8AFkMI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/2fojvyqeduY/s1600-h/aznsleeping3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214176178436673730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFx5m8AFkMI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/2fojvyqeduY/s400/aznsleeping3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-1718811697976919679?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1718811697976919679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=1718811697976919679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1718811697976919679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/1718811697976919679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/heat-wave.html' title='Heat Wave'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFx5miL08FI/AAAAAAAAAqA/T8pSJM4CjjI/s72-c/aznsleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-8380877061148331976</id><published>2008-06-13T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:41:07.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><title type='text'>The Weather Anchor Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;..., Rob Marciano on CNN says. Is it the high pressure or is it just him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFM5xkIrGjI/AAAAAAAAApg/u8-NHeX-ur4/s1600-h/RobMarciano1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFM5xkIrGjI/AAAAAAAAApg/u8-NHeX-ur4/s400/RobMarciano1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211572717474224690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFM5sj2MzAI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XE1Xe6gfVpo/s1600-h/RobMarciano6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFM5sj2MzAI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XE1Xe6gfVpo/s400/RobMarciano6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211572631497395202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFM5tBd7dyI/AAAAAAAAApA/vt656YobnRg/s1600-h/RobMarciano5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFM5tBd7dyI/AAAAAAAAApA/vt656YobnRg/s400/RobMarciano5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211572639448659746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFM5tcNDu-I/AAAAAAAAApI/P1DW9zxJZJQ/s1600-h/RobMarciano4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFM5tcNDu-I/AAAAAAAAApI/P1DW9zxJZJQ/s400/RobMarciano4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211572646625655778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFM5t-NTE3I/AAAAAAAAApQ/2hqPc3Xc3hg/s1600-h/RobMarciano3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFM5t-NTE3I/AAAAAAAAApQ/2hqPc3Xc3hg/s400/RobMarciano3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211572655753466738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFM5uKnz9zI/AAAAAAAAApY/yNKs3q2kH6c/s1600-h/RobMarciano2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFM5uKnz9zI/AAAAAAAAApY/yNKs3q2kH6c/s400/RobMarciano2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211572659085899570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p face="verdana"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rob Marciano is a news and weather anchor for CNN Worldwide and is based in CNN's world headquarters in Atlanta. He joined CNN in May 2003. Marciano's enterprise reporting contributed to the network's comprehensive coverage of the 2005 hurricane season. His reports from field during Hurricane Katrina led to him covering most weather events since then. Before joining CNN, Marciano served as chief meteorologist for KATU-TV and 750 KXL News Radio in Portland, Ore. From 1994 to 1997, he worked as morning and then chief meteorologist for KPLC-TV in Lake Charles, La. Marciano began his career as a weather anchor for WVIT Connecticut News 30 in West Hartford, Conn. Marciano holds a bachelor's degree in meteorology from Cornell University and has the American Meteorological Society's Seal of Approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ISN'T HE HOOOOOOOT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-8380877061148331976?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8380877061148331976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=8380877061148331976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8380877061148331976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8380877061148331976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/weather-anchor-says.html' title='The Weather Anchor Says...'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SFM5xkIrGjI/AAAAAAAAApg/u8-NHeX-ur4/s72-c/RobMarciano1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-8836749948226622840</id><published>2008-06-08T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:41:08.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Craig's List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I enjoy reading Missed Connections on Craig's List. Sometimes you hear people's hot stories about how they met but never connected. Here's one. It's so hot. I took a screen shot in case they take down the listing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SEwAZywpyVI/AAAAAAAAAoo/2cduxFDkbd8/s1600-h/cl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SEwAZywpyVI/AAAAAAAAAoo/2cduxFDkbd8/s400/cl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209539312083388754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-8836749948226622840?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8836749948226622840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=8836749948226622840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8836749948226622840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8836749948226622840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/craigs-list.html' title='Craig&apos;s List'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SEwAZywpyVI/AAAAAAAAAoo/2cduxFDkbd8/s72-c/cl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-3095945139817381276</id><published>2008-06-08T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:41:08.253-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I drove down to the O.C. yesterday, and the 405 seemed to have less traffic than usual. I guess the higher gas prices are really discouraging some people from driving far now. Maybe that's the solution to our traffic problem (knock on wood). Nevertheless, there are still a good number of bad drivers out there endangering my life. Pray that I make it back to home alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange County has a much larger Asian population than the area I currently live in. I always feel more&lt;br /&gt;welcomed in Orange County. I don't know why. Maybe it's real or maybe it's just my mind playing tricks on me. It seems like whenever I go into stores in the area where I live, store workers just don't greet me.  You don't see Asian very often there so maybe they just think I am strange. Or it could just be my ugliness scaring people away. On the countrary, people in Orange County are just more friendly, probably becausethey are used to seeing Asian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to South Coast Plaza. I swear this place has so many hot boys, store workers and shoppers. I went into Express and two cute workers came by and said hi. Jeremy, you are hot! I knew they wanted their commission, but the workers at the Express in the trashy mall near me would never do this. They can care less about my existence and visit to their store. I then went to A&amp;amp;F, a must visit store if you come to South Coast Plaza, because they had their half naked store greeter at the entrance. He's super hot with a very nicely defined chest! Seeing that body makes me want to work out and make mine like his. I need to come here more so I get more motivated to work out. I believe if you surround yourself with stimulus like this, you actually get motivated. I worked out more when I used to subscribe to Men's Health. Summer is here. I need to put on some muscles so I can take off my shirt at the beach without shame. Oh yeah I did buy some clothes. I know &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/catching-up.html"&gt;I swore that I wouldn't for a month&lt;/a&gt;, so I need some spankng. Please be gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to see Sex and the City with some friends at Irvine Spectrum. I never got into the TV series and really didn't want to see the movie, but they really want me to see it with them. I thought I wouldn't be able to understand the characters, etc. To my surprise, the movie was good and entertaining. I especially love the lusty Samantha. Also when Samantha's hunky neighbor Dante (Gilles Marini, &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.ohlalamag.com/en/2008/06/samantha-is-tem.html"&gt;see more pictures and read more about him on OHLALA&lt;/a&gt;) flashed his enormous cock on the gigantic screen, I could hear gasping and hundreds of women's jaws dropping onto the floor. I didn't expect to see a shot of a penis but wasnglad they put it in the movie. It made the movie even better! Thanks to Google, I found some pictures and a clip of the scene. &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/24238027.html"&gt;Check it out!! Huge penis alert (and is it uncut?) NOT WORK SAFE!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SEwHyQcQwCI/AAAAAAAAAow/xDjCrFYGWrE/s1600-h/GM1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SEwHyQcQwCI/AAAAAAAAAow/xDjCrFYGWrE/s400/GM1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209547428949180450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-3095945139817381276?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3095945139817381276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=3095945139817381276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3095945139817381276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3095945139817381276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SEwHyQcQwCI/AAAAAAAAAow/xDjCrFYGWrE/s72-c/GM1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-3478236669516014716</id><published>2008-06-02T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:02:30.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Gay Marriage Threatened in California (Again!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just saw this over at &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.towleroad.com/"&gt;Towleroad&lt;/a&gt;. An initiative that would outlaw gay marriage in California has received enough signatures to qualify for the November ballot. If approved by the majority of voters in November, it would overturn the recent California Supreme Court ruling that legalized same-sex marriage in the state. &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.montereyherald.com/state/ci_9457909"&gt;Read the entire article here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent polls indicate that we are about 50-50 on this issue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope it doesn't pass... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-3478236669516014716?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3478236669516014716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=3478236669516014716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3478236669516014716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/3478236669516014716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/gay-marriage-threatened-in-california.html' title='Gay Marriage Threatened in California (Again!)'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-8637205617551823065</id><published>2008-06-01T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:41:08.392-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>The X-Files Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thought the X-Files movie sequel doesn't come out until July, but I guess there was some kind of mix-up in the tapes, because I saw it in the theater yesterday. It was a little weird because Mulder changed his name to Indiana Jones and he looked much older. It's a little sad that he had to film so many unoriginal fight scenes at his old age... I must say I was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I am VERY excited that The Mole is coming back. It premieres tomorrow at 10 PM on ABC. In case you are not familiar with the show, it's a reality TV show with 12 contestants, and they must work together to win challenges and tasks which are worth different amounts of money. However, one of the contestants is a saboteur hired by the production team to work against the other 11 and prevent them from winning challenges. Each show, the contestants will need to take a quiz about The Mole, and the person with the lowest score is eliminated. The person that lasts until the end wins the jackpot. Interesting, isn't it. It's one of the few TV shows left that really put you on the edge of your seat and make you think! Don't forget to tune in tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SELeHRhJQ_I/AAAAAAAAAog/du0t-l5fDgc/s1600-h/themole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SELeHRhJQ_I/AAAAAAAAAog/du0t-l5fDgc/s400/themole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206968335736587250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-8637205617551823065?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8637205617551823065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=8637205617551823065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8637205617551823065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/8637205617551823065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/x-files-movie.html' title='The X-Files Movie'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SELeHRhJQ_I/AAAAAAAAAog/du0t-l5fDgc/s72-c/themole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-113590996241858272</id><published>2008-05-29T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:34:59.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>If You Hate Telemarketers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You might want to consider doing this. It's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/un_PjRXV5l8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/un_PjRXV5l8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-113590996241858272?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/113590996241858272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=113590996241858272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/113590996241858272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/113590996241858272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-you-hate-telemarketers.html' title='If You Hate Telemarketers...'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655420836750298063.post-4798854872779080797</id><published>2008-05-29T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:41:08.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok... whew... finally I have some time to sit down and &lt;s&gt;blah&lt;/s&gt; blog about me. I've been locking myself in my room in the past week to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keanu Faria&lt;/span&gt; on Bel Ami's French Kiss. He has to be one of the prettiest boys I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SD9XyBhJQ9I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/hT4HSiJ3uGE/s1600-h/keanu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SD9XyBhJQ9I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/hT4HSiJ3uGE/s400/keanu1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205976211176113106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SD9XyRhJQ-I/AAAAAAAAAoY/HGqI3xwODVg/s1600-h/keanu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SD9XyRhJQ-I/AAAAAAAAAoY/HGqI3xwODVg/s400/keanu2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205976215471080418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am only kidding. I didn't lock myself in my room watching him, although he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; one of the prettiest boys I've seen. I've actually been sick and busy. Last Wednesday, I woke up feeling dizzy. I thought it was just because I didn't have enough sleep. I debated whether to go to work, and I decided to go. I took a shower, got dressed, put on one sock, and as I was about to put on the second one, I had this uncontrollable sensation that something's coming out of my stomach. Yup! I puked. My stomach cramped and it hurt like someone sticks a knife into your guts and stirs everything up. I said to myself, that's it, I am not going to work today, and therefore I took my very first sick day. The good news is that it just came and went like that, and I felt much better after I threw up 6 times that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being sick did not excuse me from what was coming up. We actually moved on the Memorial Day weekend. I spent Thursday and Friday packing up all my stuff. I never liked moving. It's hard labor and not fun at all. I also realized how much clothes I had. I gave 3 bags away to charity and stored 4 16-gallon tubs of clothes in the garage, and my closet is still full. If I mention anything about buying clothes for myself on this blog in the next month, somebody please &lt;s&gt;spank&lt;/s&gt; slap me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh harder, mister, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;harder&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we moved, then there's the endless unpacking and rearranging. Gosh it feels so boring and repetitive... you put everything is a box, move it, open it, and take everything out. My arsonist personality wanted to light everything on fire and just start over at the new place so I wouldn't have to move it. (Oh no, I don't mean you, Wii Wii. Daddy loves you!) I do love the new place a lot though. It's in a good neighborhood with a nice pool, and it's close to everything. It's also close to a high school so I should be seeing some hot &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18-year-old&lt;/span&gt; football jocks or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18-year-old&lt;/span&gt; swimmers. Note I did bold 18-year-old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention that I had a dream a couple nights ago that I was having oral sex with a fellow blogger, who shall remain unnamed forever. It was pretty hot. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655420836750298063-4798854872779080797?l=twqueerboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4798854872779080797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655420836750298063&amp;postID=4798854872779080797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4798854872779080797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655420836750298063/posts/default/4798854872779080797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twqueerboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824839036830331809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3Edg4GFVons/RuSTxQvaftI/AAAAAAAAABU/KLWBcCWPX1Y/s400/twqueerboy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Edg4GFVons/SD9XyBhJQ9I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/hT4HSiJ3uGE/s72-c/keanu1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
