Speak to us of the future!At the stroke of midnight, four men gather at the edge of a pool, the stillness of the pool acting like a mirror to reflect the mesmerizing glow of a full moon. The deadly thrum of an ancient tribal beat breaks the silence of the night. Oblivious to the music, the eldest stands in a cloak of glittering black with his devil-eyes seemingly focused on a glowing ebony ball, muttering vague portents of the future - while the other members of the coven listen on intently, hands desperately clutching their vials of sacrificial wine. Not ...

At the very core, men are primarily beasts. Centuries of civilization might have tamed the wild creature with the superficial trappings of culture and sophistication - but peel the surprisingly thin veneer and you'd still find that raw savagery just underneath the surface.Certainly an unimaginable lust for bloodshed. Hence the immense popularity of gladiator arenas, rugby sports - and yes, shoot-em-up action movies. Been watching movies almost constantly this past week. From the hilarious antics of bumbling secret agents to the vicious stratagems of secret assassins. Not sure why but I find myself preferring the former :)Though I won't deny ...

Like any wily chessplayer, Charming Calvin's mama has kept her motives inscrutable for a good long while - possibly leaving Calvin contented enough to erroneously believe that she has finally settled down into a seeming tolerance ( if not acceptance ) of his alternative lifestyle.Me, I'm ever-watchful - especially when it comes to the quiet ones.Lady Borgia : Pack my bags, ladies. We are going on a trip.Wise decision it seems since Lady Borgia has finally made her opening move. A surprising attack motivated by sheer ennui. Seriously displeased with the abominable taint left on her beloved hometown by the ...

I know girls are supposed to go around kissing frogs before they finally land that prince. But sometimes I wonder whether locking lips with tadpoles grown in a muddy dating pool is really worth it. Especially when it seems like the world's an endless mucky swamp where dastardly frogs abound. And princes seem to be scarce.Yet these intrepid damsels seem to soldier on their determined quest to find their prince, falling for repulsive frogs all the same. Not sure if it's their charming croak or the way they hip hop but somehow princesses seem to forget their boundless dignity ...

Gone are the old days when you scheme and plan against your dearest enemy, gleefully imagining all matter of dire straits to thoroughly drown him in while you gloat.These days all you gotta do is cry sodomy.Seriously.Kid #1 : Hey, gimme back my toy! Kid #2 : No, I'm not! Loser!Kid #1 : I hate you! Give it back or I'll claim that you sodomized me!Seems like every other guy's raising a hue and cry over being supposedly victimized. So much so that it's a wonder with the number of aggressive raging homos on the street that we aren't celebrating ...

You know the guy not taken - the aptly named McCute? Met him more than a year ago and have corresponded erratically ever since. Despite having a bit of a lustcrush on the fella, I've never actually had the opportunity to attempt any sort of move.Or grope as the case may be. Somehow time, distance and interrupting relatives seem to have severely curtailed any vain attempt I've made of trying to get into his pants. That - and our predilection for meeting in highly public spaces.But as they say, there's always a next time. Turns out I didn't have ...

Seriously. After what an incensed Charming Calvin told me on his return, I think I've finally decided to become a monk. Well... at least the monks he described for me during his recent pilgrimage to the holy monasteries of Chengde. Though the monks he met were far from venerable ascetics. Rather than being free from such mundane cares as abject materialism, these so-called monks seem to have fleeced his entire entourage instead by offering prayers for coin. White-washing matters indeed - when in reality it sounded more like religious extortion! Bogus Monk #1 : Give me money for incense or you'll ...

Today was suppose to be the day that DC I was suppose to come back to me on their employment decision for the interview I went two weeks ago. They have to decide by the end of this month because the position needs to be filled by 1st of July. You can imagine how nerve wrecking the wait was for me. I hate being in the dark and unknown of where I stand in a situation but it can't be helped. So I called my future boss to be at 3 pm. I dislike calling people in the morning and ...

One of my biggest nightmares is to have my wedding interrupted. Don't be surprised. I know it's one of the most-played dramatic sequences in romantic comedies - the pivotal scene where the commitment-phobic fella finally realizes his tragic mistake at the last moment and desperately hurries ventre a terre to the chapel to stall the wedding of his true love. All very, very romantic. Yet I find myself curiously unmoved. Remember! There must be three bows in alternating colours! Seriously. After all my months of grueling preparation for the perfect wedding - maneuvering between the unreasonable demands of two sets of ...

Never let it be said that gay boys only dedicate themselves wholly to frivolous activities such as clubbing, shopping and merrymaking. There is after all some testosterone in the blood for we all participated in a time-honoured tradition favoured by red-blooded suburban males all over the world.We went bowling.Yes good old boys, get out those dinky caps and those lame shoes. To the bowl-o-rama we went. Shockingly no one raised a token protest about the sheer unglam factor of the entire outing - not even our resident fashionista Zany Zinedine! Leave it to our sweet Jaunty Jared to ...

How I wish I have a holographic doctor just like the one in Star Trek Voyager to help cure me of my medical emergencies... I'm in dire pain. Pain beyond belief and oh, the emotional turmoil that it has caused me. I am scarred for life~~~Well not really. I'm just being melodramatic as usual. For about a month now, my fingertips have developed a skin condition due to the stupid El Cheapo dishwasher solution. I was using it back in campus where I literally camped in my room day and night. Washing my plates and utensils made the skin ...

One of the original theories of homosexuality in men was a hatred of women. Or misogyny as it is. Seems like a secret repressed hatred of women is somehow twisted into an expression of love for men. An unusual theory but hey, it was prevalent way back when. Gotta say I was mistaken when it came to Lanky Lex and his Homo-Panic. After dousing him with several doses of serum veritas - or long island tea in our case, Lex finally let spill the true reason for his near irrational fear of fathering a child. Far from having a ...

Seriously. If I were a bright, brainy bachelorette trolling the town during the weekend and chanced upon the Marketplace, I would have probably voluntarily slit my slender pale wrists out of sheer frustration.Items on sale at the Marketplace? Deliciously bared male chests everywhere the eye can see. Sweat-trailed biceps and triceps in every dark corner. Tight buns shaking their tailfeathers on the dancefloor. Surely that sounds like a dream bargain to a dedicated meat-eater!Unfortunately all were most decidedly marked down as gay. Hmm... As if the competition amongst the treacherous girls wasn't bad enough, now half of ...

Fortunately it wasn't with a gaggle of singing nuns. Although their saintly prudishness turned out to be eeriely similar. Still Jaunty Jared made a far better sight in tight pants than a Mother Abbess in a black habit leading the way up the mountains. Just to show our visiting bud Beret Bill the wonders of Malaysian nature. So after a dinner of cow brains and tendons, then a harrowing spinning drive up the steep mountains, we found out that we had to trudge the last kilometre or five to the top. The rest of the motley crew ( ...

Don't worry. I'm not gonna tell ya that I have suddenly been conscripted into the swelling ranks of gay gymbots - putting the entire buff lot to endless shame with my unglam and untoned self. Wouldn't want to have them scurrying out of the showers in droves wailing hysterically at the sight of me. All pumped and sweaty in white towels.Nice image though.Of course that gym membership will come much, much later after the oft-mentioned liposculpture! :P If ever.It's just the term I've heard often - Body Attack. Just the name itself makes you wonder, right?A Body Attack?What comes to ...