Smack That

"Really? Your here to loose weight? Why? Your cute, man. You can bag chicks easily!", was the first compliment that I got from him. Him is a guy who goes to my gym, in fact he's one of the trainer. The guy who I refer to for everything is the owner of the gym. He has three people under his rule - two guys and a girl. Him happens to be one of those two guys.

I thanked him for his compliment but didn't exactly pay attention to it. You know your over-weight when you have big ass love handles. I wanted to loose weight. I wanted to give my life some sort of push forward and building a healthier body seemed like a great way to start. Further more, I had already gotten the membership so I might as well put it to good use.

Of the two sub-trainers, he's the friendlier one. The other guy although very polite and helping, doesn't really talk to anybody on his own. If you approach him asking for help he would respond and help you how ever he can. Except for when he's talking two or three members I have never seen him laugh or crack a smile.

The other dude is the polar opposite of him. He's talks with everyone, notices subtle changes in body and makes sure he lets the person know. He laughs and jokes. If he spots someone doing something wrong, he would immediately come over to correct that person. If the person is welcoming to his help, he would help even more. He's a real social butterfly! I really can't play favorites. I like them both equally. While I trust them both, I favor the sober one more when it comes to advice because I believe he has a better body. Also I can not let any excuse of talking to him slip pass me. No way! No how!

It's been about four months since I started going to the gym regularly and the changes have been tremendous. I weigh 74 kgs right now, I started off from 81kgs. My waist line has also decreases and I can feel I am nearer to a healthier version of me. A friend of mine and my mother have noticed the starting of some muscle developement. So in all, I would say that things are going in a good direction, but there is alot more distance to cover. Quite obviously, Mr. Trainer has also noticed these changes and has complimented me a few more times. And here's the thing - those compliments seem flirty to me.

I don't think he's gay or bi. I really don't but then things like these throw me off. And what happened today was way beyond and above getting thrown off. I was literally vaulted twenty feet into the air and dropped back on my bum. Go over the details and tell me what do you conclude. Once I have his deal figured out, I can act appropriately. If he flirts, I'll flirt back. If he jokes, I'll joke back. If he shoves his tongue down my throat, you can bet your money I won't think twice before doing the same. But before all that I would really like to get to know what's going in his head.

So I was at my gym today around four in the afternoon. It was a holiday today and a very important religious day for that so not many people had come to the gym. When I arrived, there were only two guys and one lady there besides the trainers. I went to the locker room and changed into shorts and a t-shirt. While walking back to the weight room, I noticed that one of my shoe laces was untied. Too lazy to crouch down, I propped my foot on a rising and bent over.

Out of no where red hot pain strikes me with the force of lightening and shoots up my spine. I cuss and look up to see Mr. Trainer walking by with a giant smile on his face. He gives me a wink just before he enters the weight room and disappears. I prop myself against a wall nursing my probably swollen ass cheek with a semi hard-on in my shorts. I am excited and embarrassed at the same time.

I would admit right here right now that I have a spanking fetish. Caught you by surprise, didn't I? LOL!

I really don't know how to explain this one. But then again, I can really not think of any logical reasons for any of my other fetishes. But let's keep it to spanking for now. So yeah, I'm into spanking. Not the BDSM kind, but a naughty playful kind. I don't like to turn people's asses beet red. I do not like paddles, whips or what ever is it that people use. I prefer the touch of skin on skin. If I see an ass I like, I would like to spank it. Nathan knows about this very well. But for the first time, the roles had been reversed in my mind. I was the spankee - is that even a word?.

I so wanted to grab his hand and drag him to the locker room. Slam him against one of those tiled walls and let him do whatever the heck he wanted to do with me. But I calmed myself down, entered the weight room and did whatever I was supposed to trying to the best of my abilities to give him the impression that I really didn't care. However everytime I saw that bicep flex, I could feel my heart beat faster.

He's definitely not relationship material, and I do not want to be in a relationship right now. If it's casual fun he wants, I think I can go ahead with it. He's definitely yummy. Really really yummy!

What do you guys have to say? 

Smack That

"Really? Your here to loose weight? Why? Your cute, man. You can bag chicks easily!", was the first compliment that I got from him. Him is a guy who goes to my gym, in fact he's one of the trainer. The guy who I refer to for everything is the owner of the gym. He has three people under his rule - two guys and a girl. Him happens to be one of those two guys.

I thanked him for his compliment but didn't exactly pay attention to it. You know your over-weight when you have big ass love handles. I wanted to loose weight. I wanted to give my life some sort of push forward and building a healthier body seemed like a great way to start. Further more, I had already gotten the membership so I might as well put it to good use.

Of the two sub-trainers, he's the friendlier one. The other guy although very polite and helping, doesn't really talk to anybody on his own. If you approach him asking for help he would respond and help you how ever he can. Except for when he's talking two or three members I have never seen him laugh or crack a smile.

The other dude is the polar opposite of him. He's talks with everyone, notices subtle changes in body and makes sure he lets the person know. He laughs and jokes. If he spots someone doing something wrong, he would immediately come over to correct that person. If the person is welcoming to his help, he would help even more. He's a real social butterfly! I really can't play favorites. I like them both equally. While I trust them both, I favor the sober one more when it comes to advice because I believe he has a better body. Also I can not let any excuse of talking to him slip pass me. No way! No how!

It's been about four months since I started going to the gym regularly and the changes have been tremendous. I weigh 74 kgs right now, I started off from 81kgs. My waist line has also decreases and I can feel I am nearer to a healthier version of me. A friend of mine and my mother have noticed the starting of some muscle developement. So in all, I would say that things are going in a good direction, but there is alot more distance to cover. Quite obviously, Mr. Trainer has also noticed these changes and has complimented me a few more times. And here's the thing - those compliments seem flirty to me.

I don't think he's gay or bi. I really don't but then things like these throw me off. And what happened today was way beyond and above getting thrown off. I was literally vaulted twenty feet into the air and dropped back on my bum. Go over the details and tell me what do you conclude. Once I have his deal figured out, I can act appropriately. If he flirts, I'll flirt back. If he jokes, I'll joke back. If he shoves his tongue down my throat, you can bet your money I won't think twice before doing the same. But before all that I would really like to get to know what's going in his head.

So I was at my gym today around four in the afternoon. It was a holiday today and a very important religious day for that so not many people had come to the gym. When I arrived, there were only two guys and one lady there besides the trainers. I went to the locker room and changed into shorts and a t-shirt. While walking back to the weight room, I noticed that one of my shoe laces was untied. Too lazy to crouch down, I propped my foot on a rising and bent over.

Out of no where red hot pain strikes me with the force of lightening and shoots up my spine. I cuss and look up to see Mr. Trainer walking by with a giant smile on his face. He gives me a wink just before he enters the weight room and disappears. I prop myself against a wall nursing my probably swollen ass cheek with a semi hard-on in my shorts. I am excited and embarrassed at the same time.

I would admit right here right now that I have a spanking fetish. Caught you by surprise, didn't I? LOL!

I really don't know how to explain this one. But then again, I can really not think of any logical reasons for any of my other fetishes. But let's keep it to spanking for now. So yeah, I'm into spanking. Not the BDSM kind, but a naughty playful kind. I don't like to turn people's asses beet red. I do not like paddles, whips or what ever is it that people use. I prefer the touch of skin on skin. If I see an ass I like, I would like to spank it. Nathan knows about this very well. But for the first time, the roles had been reversed in my mind. I was the spankee - is that even a word?.

I so wanted to grab his hand and drag him to the locker room. Slam him against one of those tiled walls and let him do whatever the heck he wanted to do with me. But I calmed myself down, entered the weight room and did whatever I was supposed to trying to the best of my abilities to give him the impression that I really didn't care. However everytime I saw that bicep flex, I could feel my heart beat faster.

He's definitely not relationship material, and I do not want to be in a relationship right now. If it's casual fun he wants, I think I can go ahead with it. He's definitely yummy. Really really yummy!

What do you guys have to say? 

Of Crushes and Crashes

I have been waiting so impatiently to come back to the blogging scene that I really can not describe my excitement in words. My summer was largely uneventful due to my exams which ended today, and while I am absolutely relieved I have already started fretting about the result.

I really can not explain this feeling of dread that washes over my entire body from the exterior to the deepest cervices when I start thinking of the result. I would admit that my exams could have gone better but looking back at how much I studied I feel that they went adequate. However that feeling of internal satisfaction that glowed inside me after certain exams last year is missing. All I can do now is pray for everything to turn out for the best.

As summer draws to a close in the Northern Hemisphere of the planet we call Earth, my Summer romance with you is just starting and I intend to Phunk you to the maximum. Starting things off with the most imporant topic - Josh!

Josh and I have been doing well. I met him once during my exams when I had a particularly large gap between my papers. It was a quick meeting at a local Pizza parlor, and we seemed to be enjoying. While nobody has bought up the issue of commitment yet, I feel that the issue is somewhat already at the table. However I do not feel a spark, and that thought scares me alot. I do not want to proceed until I am absolutely sure about how I feel, but I can not vouch for Josh's feelings.

Our meeting at Pizza Parlor was entirely casual. It was so casual that I wore shorts and T-shirt to it, which is something I have never done with any of the past dates. Mistakenly during the date I brushed his toes, we both were wearing flip flops. The single brush led to alot under the table brushing. I hope nobody saw our toe dance. LOL!

Intimacy is another thing that has been creeping into our conversations. I do want to kiss him, I'm curious to feel his stubble rub against my chin. I feel at times that perhaps a kiss would trigger the spark I am searching for. However a kiss can also lead to complications in the sense that he takes it much more deeper than intended. He's a nice guy, and I really don't want to hurt him. With him being younger, I perceive it to be synonymous with fragility. I really don't know how this will play out so I'm taking it one step at a time as carefully as I can.

On naughtier aspect I spied with my little eye a real hottie. I really couldn't take my eyes off him. I remember seeing a guy similar to him in my previous exams, he's from a sister institute. But it's been about six months since I last sat for exams so I am not entirely sure.

Everytime I would look at him, my heart would start racing. Generally guys are described as 'Handsome', but he's 'Pretty'. He's really really pretty. He rates pretty wild on both Ryan and my Gaydar. While I am not entirely sure about the crap piece of machinery in my mind, but Ryan's Gaydar is spot-on.

So I sit down in my exam hall, and turns out that he is sitting right in front of me. I catch a whiff of some really expensive D&G crap coming from him, and that's all my body needed to start floating in air. I actually leaned forward once I was done with my papers to catch a few extra sniffs. Needless to say I was looking forward to my next paper just so I could smell and see him again. The second paper didn't go well for him so once it was done he turned around to discuss and we became friends. On the third and last paper, we exchanged numbers.

When the schedule for further exams came out, his schedule coincided with mine on the minutest details. I know it is so ridiculous of me to talk about Josh and then this guy in the same sense, but little things like this make me think that I'm not up for a commitment. We practiced clinical examinations on each other one the day of the paper, and at the end of the paper he asked me if I would like to go out sometime with his friends.

"I guess I could make an effort. Let me know if anything comes up!", I told him. The whole idea of going out with him even if it's with his group of friends is pretty exciting to me. Once again I am on Square One, do I really deserve to be with Josh?

Of Crushes and Crashes

I have been waiting so impatiently to come back to the blogging scene that I really can not describe my excitement in words. My summer was largely uneventful due to my exams which ended today, and while I am absolutely relieved I have already started fretting about the result.

I really can not explain this feeling of dread that washes over my entire body from the exterior to the deepest cervices when I start thinking of the result. I would admit that my exams could have gone better but looking back at how much I studied I feel that they went adequate. However that feeling of internal satisfaction that glowed inside me after certain exams last year is missing. All I can do now is pray for everything to turn out for the best.

As summer draws to a close in the Northern Hemisphere of the planet we call Earth, my Summer romance with you is just starting and I intend to Phunk you to the maximum. Starting things off with the most imporant topic - Josh!

Josh and I have been doing well. I met him once during my exams when I had a particularly large gap between my papers. It was a quick meeting at a local Pizza parlor, and we seemed to be enjoying. While nobody has bought up the issue of commitment yet, I feel that the issue is somewhat already at the table. However I do not feel a spark, and that thought scares me alot. I do not want to proceed until I am absolutely sure about how I feel, but I can not vouch for Josh's feelings.

Our meeting at Pizza Parlor was entirely casual. It was so casual that I wore shorts and T-shirt to it, which is something I have never done with any of the past dates. Mistakenly during the date I brushed his toes, we both were wearing flip flops. The single brush led to alot under the table brushing. I hope nobody saw our toe dance. LOL!

Intimacy is another thing that has been creeping into our conversations. I do want to kiss him, I'm curious to feel his stubble rub against my chin. I feel at times that perhaps a kiss would trigger the spark I am searching for. However a kiss can also lead to complications in the sense that he takes it much more deeper than intended. He's a nice guy, and I really don't want to hurt him. With him being younger, I perceive it to be synonymous with fragility. I really don't know how this will play out so I'm taking it one step at a time as carefully as I can.

On naughtier aspect I spied with my little eye a real hottie. I really couldn't take my eyes off him. I remember seeing a guy similar to him in my previous exams, he's from a sister institute. But it's been about six months since I last sat for exams so I am not entirely sure.

Everytime I would look at him, my heart would start racing. Generally guys are described as 'Handsome', but he's 'Pretty'. He's really really pretty. He rates pretty wild on both Ryan and my Gaydar. While I am not entirely sure about the crap piece of machinery in my mind, but Ryan's Gaydar is spot-on.

So I sit down in my exam hall, and turns out that he is sitting right in front of me. I catch a whiff of some really expensive D&G crap coming from him, and that's all my body needed to start floating in air. I actually leaned forward once I was done with my papers to catch a few extra sniffs. Needless to say I was looking forward to my next paper just so I could smell and see him again. The second paper didn't go well for him so once it was done he turned around to discuss and we became friends. On the third and last paper, we exchanged numbers.

When the schedule for further exams came out, his schedule coincided with mine on the minutest details. I know it is so ridiculous of me to talk about Josh and then this guy in the same sense, but little things like this make me think that I'm not up for a commitment. We practiced clinical examinations on each other one the day of the paper, and at the end of the paper he asked me if I would like to go out sometime with his friends.

"I guess I could make an effort. Let me know if anything comes up!", I told him. The whole idea of going out with him even if it's with his group of friends is pretty exciting to me. Once again I am on Square One, do I really deserve to be with Josh?

There's a First Time for Everything

With Ryan back from his trip to USA and Canada, life seems to be getting back to normal surely and slowly. A few weeks age, we observed an annual tradition of ours - Poondi. Poondi as far as I believe is the Punjabi word for 'Checking Out'. Although we do poondi just about every single day whenever we can but this particular poondi is special for a very specific reason. This poondi is solely to scourge the freshmen for potential fantasies we may conjure in lonely moments.

Every October/November, our university opens it's gates to a whole new crop of meat. Every November/December we have our exams. October goes by extremely busy with our heads buried in books preparing for the upcoming exams. All the time we are in college is spend in the library or in some lecture hall - if we're extremely lucky we manage to sneak into one that is! So like I said, there is absolutely no time for anything else.

The new term started last month, however Ryan wasn't in Pakistan so poondi was long forgotten besides that of my regular favorites. Yesterday we were sitting outside the cafeteria waiting for the girls to fetch us the goodies. We were being treated as we won the bet that New Zealand would beat South Africa in 2011 ICC World Cup. "So any new crushes?", Ryan asked me suddenly.

"In college?!", I asked. "I don't know! Haven't really noticed anyone in particular!" I told him.

"Who's stopping you?", he nudged.

I laughed. "No one!", I told him. "Nobody really stood out to me!"

"Picky!", he teased.

"I'm not picky!", I defended myself. "Besides you can't choose who you are attracted to!"

"Do another scan!", he said punching my shoulder. Disapprovingly I started looking around to see if any of the freshmen grabbed my attention. As I was scanning the college grounds I realized that there was nobody down there that I was attracted to. There was really not a single guy that stood out above the rest or made me go back for a second look. I could really not believe it. Not a single crush!

This was amazing beyond words. I was especially embarrassed after crushing on the six crushes from the class before the new one and the twin brothers, who moved away last week (Did they got wise to all my personal evening poondi?!). LOL! But seriously, I am not lying about those six guys. I swear it seemed last year they had given admission to guys worthy of putting in a Levis campaign.

"None! I am not attracted to anybody!" I told him with a smile, "You?"

"One!"

"Who? Who?" I ask him looking around hoping to spot him before Ryan could tell me.

"Her", Ryan says gesturing towards a girl dressed in yellow clothes. She looked good. Tall, slender, bronze colored skin - I would get rid of the blond highlights. But in any case, I was so not expecting Ryan to point towards a girl and I was not at all expecting me to be not crushing on a single new guy. I guess there's a first time for everything!

Now if only my first time can be with him - provided we're truly deeply madly in love, you know. C'mon, I am shallow and pretty crazy, but even I have limits! :p

There's a First Time for Everything

With Ryan back from his trip to USA and Canada, life seems to be getting back to normal surely and slowly. A few weeks age, we observed an annual tradition of ours - Poondi. Poondi as far as I believe is the Punjabi word for 'Checking Out'. Although we do poondi just about every single day whenever we can but this particular poondi is special for a very specific reason. This poondi is solely to scourge the freshmen for potential fantasies we may conjure in lonely moments.

Every October/November, our university opens it's gates to a whole new crop of meat. Every November/December we have our exams. October goes by extremely busy with our heads buried in books preparing for the upcoming exams. All the time we are in college is spend in the library or in some lecture hall - if we're extremely lucky we manage to sneak into one that is! So like I said, there is absolutely no time for anything else.

The new term started last month, however Ryan wasn't in Pakistan so poondi was long forgotten besides that of my regular favorites. Yesterday we were sitting outside the cafeteria waiting for the girls to fetch us the goodies. We were being treated as we won the bet that New Zealand would beat South Africa in 2011 ICC World Cup. "So any new crushes?", Ryan asked me suddenly.

"In college?!", I asked. "I don't know! Haven't really noticed anyone in particular!" I told him.

"Who's stopping you?", he nudged.

I laughed. "No one!", I told him. "Nobody really stood out to me!"

"Picky!", he teased.

"I'm not picky!", I defended myself. "Besides you can't choose who you are attracted to!"

"Do another scan!", he said punching my shoulder. Disapprovingly I started looking around to see if any of the freshmen grabbed my attention. As I was scanning the college grounds I realized that there was nobody down there that I was attracted to. There was really not a single guy that stood out above the rest or made me go back for a second look. I could really not believe it. Not a single crush!

This was amazing beyond words. I was especially embarrassed after crushing on the six crushes from the class before the new one and the twin brothers, who moved away last week (Did they got wise to all my personal evening poondi?!). LOL! But seriously, I am not lying about those six guys. I swear it seemed last year they had given admission to guys worthy of putting in a Levis campaign.

"None! I am not attracted to anybody!" I told him with a smile, "You?"

"One!"

"Who? Who?" I ask him looking around hoping to spot him before Ryan could tell me.

"Her", Ryan says gesturing towards a girl dressed in yellow clothes. She looked good. Tall, slender, bronze colored skin - I would get rid of the blond highlights. But in any case, I was so not expecting Ryan to point towards a girl and I was not at all expecting me to be not crushing on a single new guy. I guess there's a first time for everything!

Now if only my first time can be with him - provided we're truly deeply madly in love, you know. C'mon, I am shallow and pretty crazy, but even I have limits! :p

Super Embarassed

A new family moved into the house right across ours. It's the very same house that once was occupied by this guy - Early readers of GPY!!! may remember this entry. It must be some nasty coincidence that once again the very same house is harboring a crush of mine. Actually it's housing two crushes of mine. Want to know the real cherry on the top of the cake?

They're brothers!

My dignity can really not fall any lower - Curse you blasted hormones! They moved in about two weeks ago. The age difference must not be much, perhaps they're fraternal twins. They have the same friends. Besides that I haven't really collected much information on them, also I am kind of hoping that I don't come across any juicy bits on them that causes my fire to burn stronger besides the one that I'll be telling later in this very post.

I first noticed one of them as he was unloading furniture from the moving truck. My heart immediately did a few somersaults of delight. Finally some eye candy in the neighborhood, I said to myself. As he disappeared carrying some lamps, another guy jumped from the truck and he was just as hotter as the first - if not more. I immediately started regretting this nasty twist of fate. Two brothers - two equally hot brothers! Can anybody seriously identify with my sad story and console me?!

I can't even begin to tell how many times I've thought of a threesome with them however the saint in me prevents me from going ahead and turning this fantasy into reality. However one thing that does rouse my curiosity is the older of the two - I don't know if he's older but he looks older. Anyhow so there is something about him that makes my Gaydar beep. Just last week he kept slapping his friends butt repeatedly. Yeah, not one friend but every single one of his friends. Besides that he's very touchy-feely. Always leaning on somebody and in really close proximity. There is a very good chance that he may not be aware of the concept of 'Personal Space' but whatever. He makes me go 'Rowrr!' more than the other one.

Infact my attraction to him has gone to such a point that he's often caught me looking at him. Yesterday I was gaping at his ass and he looked right up to me. No smile, no frown - mixed reaction. Maybe he was just too dumbstruck.

The crazy part of me is wishing that I run into him on the dating website and we start going out. But the sane part of me is praying heavily for that not to happen - I do not want to be committed and even more I do not want to know another gay person so closely into my life. I often tend to get attached to them drastically and when they're not around I miss them alot. Ryan is off to Canada these days and I'm missing him badly. He's coming back in a few days but college is so boring without him. Ryan called me up a few days ago and I told him about the brothers. Stupid arse couldn't stop laughing and then proceeded to excite me by creating a sex scenario involving the brothers and me. Eep!

Even though one of them makes me extremely suspicious, I will not be making any moves. As mentioned, not looking for a commitment and definitely not looking for anything else. We can be friends keeping the sexualities aside no matter what they may be. 

Super Embarassed

A new family moved into the house right across ours. It's the very same house that once was occupied by this guy - Early readers of GPY!!! may remember this entry. It must be some nasty coincidence that once again the very same house is harboring a crush of mine. Actually it's housing two crushes of mine. Want to know the real cherry on the top of the cake?

They're brothers!

My dignity can really not fall any lower - Curse you blasted hormones! They moved in about two weeks ago. The age difference must not be much, perhaps they're fraternal twins. They have the same friends. Besides that I haven't really collected much information on them, also I am kind of hoping that I don't come across any juicy bits on them that causes my fire to burn stronger besides the one that I'll be telling later in this very post.

I first noticed one of them as he was unloading furniture from the moving truck. My heart immediately did a few somersaults of delight. Finally some eye candy in the neighborhood, I said to myself. As he disappeared carrying some lamps, another guy jumped from the truck and he was just as hotter as the first - if not more. I immediately started regretting this nasty twist of fate. Two brothers - two equally hot brothers! Can anybody seriously identify with my sad story and console me?!

I can't even begin to tell how many times I've thought of a threesome with them however the saint in me prevents me from going ahead and turning this fantasy into reality. However one thing that does rouse my curiosity is the older of the two - I don't know if he's older but he looks older. Anyhow so there is something about him that makes my Gaydar beep. Just last week he kept slapping his friends butt repeatedly. Yeah, not one friend but every single one of his friends. Besides that he's very touchy-feely. Always leaning on somebody and in really close proximity. There is a very good chance that he may not be aware of the concept of 'Personal Space' but whatever. He makes me go 'Rowrr!' more than the other one.

Infact my attraction to him has gone to such a point that he's often caught me looking at him. Yesterday I was gaping at his ass and he looked right up to me. No smile, no frown - mixed reaction. Maybe he was just too dumbstruck.

The crazy part of me is wishing that I run into him on the dating website and we start going out. But the sane part of me is praying heavily for that not to happen - I do not want to be committed and even more I do not want to know another gay person so closely into my life. I often tend to get attached to them drastically and when they're not around I miss them alot. Ryan is off to Canada these days and I'm missing him badly. He's coming back in a few days but college is so boring without him. Ryan called me up a few days ago and I told him about the brothers. Stupid arse couldn't stop laughing and then proceeded to excite me by creating a sex scenario involving the brothers and me. Eep!

Even though one of them makes me extremely suspicious, I will not be making any moves. As mentioned, not looking for a commitment and definitely not looking for anything else. We can be friends keeping the sexualities aside no matter what they may be. 

Gossip Guys

As children one of the lessons we're told very clearly and often regularly is to never ever lie. No matter what happens, we should never ever lie. Lying is wrong. Lying is an unforgivable sin. Liars go to hell.

Rarely do people learn to pick up on this lesson and this results in incident like the following happening in their lives.

After the revelation of Alex's 'affair' dawned on our class, there was no stopping all the teasing and poking from the guys. By the time you managed to shut up one of them another one would start squawking like a mad crow. It's not that they were genuinely pleased to see it come to an end but it seemed that was all people were talking about. However I suppose that people rarely got an opportunity to poke fun at Alex, usually it was Alex at the giving end. This could have been pure simple revenge!

Sometime in December it was boy's night out, some of the guys decided to raid a local pizza hut without the ladies. I was amongst them. As much as I enjoy the company of women, sometimes you have to be with guys amongst all the flying profanities, dirty jokes and a crazy food orgy. This particular gathering really bought a few rain clouds on my parade. Through the conversation somebody got hung over on garlic powder or drunk on too much Pepsi, but he wanted us to all bond together. Become brothers and BS like that!

How did he devise we do that?

We should confess about the girl(s) we like!

WTF?! WTF?! WTF?!

That's the exact reaction nearly everybody on the table had about his decision. How would telling others about our women would bring us closer? We're barely 16! Not even legal! We really don't have any girl trouble in our lives- unless these girls happened to be our moms.

In order to get the ball rolling, he started the confession. He pushed his best friend to tell everybody next and one by one, everybody divulged who they loved or had feelings for or if they were already in a relationship. Fortunately I was located on the other end of the table compared to the douchebag supreme, so the sword came pretty late on my head. I didn't want to lie and fabricate some stupid lie, and I certainly didn't want to come out over a pizza. But everybody kept pushing me to tell, including Alex. Since I wasn't naming anybody, people started to make guesses. It all started bothering me so freak'in much that I named this girl who happened to be my biology lab partner. God, I'm such a geek! There was a collective 'Woohoo' across the table and some pats on my back that caused my glasses to be knocked off and fall into my soda glass. The round of confession began again, I started feeling guilty immediately about lying. Alex was disturbed that I didn't decide on telling him, he felt that I could not trust him. I had bigger fish to fry so for the first time I really didn't care how Alex felt.

Once everyone had confessed, there was some solemn promise that nobody would leak this precious info to anybody outside the table. What happened in Pizza Hut, doesn't leave Pizza Hut!

Thankfully nobody leaked the info, even though I was feeling horrible about lying. The worst part was the weird googly eyes that people made everytime they saw me working in the biology lab with her. Even Alex was a part of this charade of incredible stupidity and cheapness. I just kept telling myself to pull through the next four months and then you really wouldn't have to deal with any of it. I kind of felt like the kid who was bullied constantly.

I eventually confessed to the girl one day the make-shift story of mine, she had a nice laugh over it. "That explains all the weird stares I got in the lab!", she told me.

"You saw them?", I asked.

"Are you kidding? I could have been blind and still noticed them!", she told me.

"I thought you would go bat-shit crazy and ditch me completely!", I confessed.

"Not really! It's high school! Since when is it without drama?!" she joked.

True enough, I thought. My A Levels was filled with a butt load of drama!

Gossip Guys

As children one of the lessons we're told very clearly and often regularly is to never ever lie. No matter what happens, we should never ever lie. Lying is wrong. Lying is an unforgivable sin. Liars go to hell.

Rarely do people learn to pick up on this lesson and this results in incident like the following happening in their lives.

After the revelation of Alex's 'affair' dawned on our class, there was no stopping all the teasing and poking from the guys. By the time you managed to shut up one of them another one would start squawking like a mad crow. It's not that they were genuinely pleased to see it come to an end but it seemed that was all people were talking about. However I suppose that people rarely got an opportunity to poke fun at Alex, usually it was Alex at the giving end. This could have been pure simple revenge!

Sometime in December it was boy's night out, some of the guys decided to raid a local pizza hut without the ladies. I was amongst them. As much as I enjoy the company of women, sometimes you have to be with guys amongst all the flying profanities, dirty jokes and a crazy food orgy. This particular gathering really bought a few rain clouds on my parade. Through the conversation somebody got hung over on garlic powder or drunk on too much Pepsi, but he wanted us to all bond together. Become brothers and BS like that!

How did he devise we do that?

We should confess about the girl(s) we like!

WTF?! WTF?! WTF?!

That's the exact reaction nearly everybody on the table had about his decision. How would telling others about our women would bring us closer? We're barely 16! Not even legal! We really don't have any girl trouble in our lives- unless these girls happened to be our moms.

In order to get the ball rolling, he started the confession. He pushed his best friend to tell everybody next and one by one, everybody divulged who they loved or had feelings for or if they were already in a relationship. Fortunately I was located on the other end of the table compared to the douchebag supreme, so the sword came pretty late on my head. I didn't want to lie and fabricate some stupid lie, and I certainly didn't want to come out over a pizza. But everybody kept pushing me to tell, including Alex. Since I wasn't naming anybody, people started to make guesses. It all started bothering me so freak'in much that I named this girl who happened to be my biology lab partner. God, I'm such a geek! There was a collective 'Woohoo' across the table and some pats on my back that caused my glasses to be knocked off and fall into my soda glass. The round of confession began again, I started feeling guilty immediately about lying. Alex was disturbed that I didn't decide on telling him, he felt that I could not trust him. I had bigger fish to fry so for the first time I really didn't care how Alex felt.

Once everyone had confessed, there was some solemn promise that nobody would leak this precious info to anybody outside the table. What happened in Pizza Hut, doesn't leave Pizza Hut!

Thankfully nobody leaked the info, even though I was feeling horrible about lying. The worst part was the weird googly eyes that people made everytime they saw me working in the biology lab with her. Even Alex was a part of this charade of incredible stupidity and cheapness. I just kept telling myself to pull through the next four months and then you really wouldn't have to deal with any of it. I kind of felt like the kid who was bullied constantly.

I eventually confessed to the girl one day the make-shift story of mine, she had a nice laugh over it. "That explains all the weird stares I got in the lab!", she told me.

"You saw them?", I asked.

"Are you kidding? I could have been blind and still noticed them!", she told me.

"I thought you would go bat-shit crazy and ditch me completely!", I confessed.

"Not really! It's high school! Since when is it without drama?!" she joked.

True enough, I thought. My A Levels was filled with a butt load of drama!

Gossip Girls

Right after our exams, our vacations started. Alex flew off to UK to visit his grandparents and I was in Pakistan busy in a summer internship at a local hospital; Interesting story happened in that hospital which I'll blog about later.

Alex was supposed to come back sometime in the first week of July but his grandfather suffered from a brain hemorrhage and died after being in the hospital for about 72 hours. As a result of this, I didn't get to see or talk to Alex at all during the vacations. I did get mails from him occasionally of various places he's been to, sometimes accompanied with pictures. But it wasn't like I was the only one who got these mails, he used to send them to about 4 to 5 people. All friends of ours.

In August '05, our Subsidiary A Levels results were announced, I managed to scrap 2As and 1C. Screw physics! Can't reveal Alex's grades here, but I'm proud to say that he scored pretty good except for physics. Screw physics AGAIN!

A month later we welcomed the new batch of A Levels to our school. Finally we were seniors, and we had juniors. Amongst the new group of student was a girl, let's call her Rida. She was a nice girl, with the most beautiful big-doe eyes and very curly hair. Needless to say most of the guys in our class, including Alex - were hyperventilating over her. She was pursuing the subjects of Accounts, English Literature, Law and Business Studies.

The Accounts teacher at my school had a peer tuition policy. Since she was studying, teaching and working in a bank all at the same time, she couldn't stay in the school for the entire time. So in order for her students to excel, she assigned the seniors to be tutored by the juniors if the need arises. This was helpful in the sense for the seniors as it prevented them from forgetting their basics. Rida needed alot of tutoring as she had switched from all science subjects to all business ones. I don't know how lucky Alex got to be but the teacher assigned him to be her mentor. Alex did a mental cartwheel when he was given the good news.

However my story isn't you're typical gay guy loves straight guy type of thing. I didn't hate Alex for having a crush on Rida. I didn't hate Rida for being beautiful. I didn't hate Rida for choosing business as her subjects. I didn't hate the accounts teacher for pairing them up. I wasn't objecting or scorning over anything. I don't know how I got to be so freak'in mature at barely 17, but I was and I am really proud of myself. My crush on Alex was still going on but like always I chose to do nothing about it.

Like mentioned earlier, Rida needed alot of tutoring. Alex didn't mind at all. Infact this all was working alot to his advantage. Rida talked more to Alex than any guy in her own class. Infact she didn't just talk to Alex. She joked with him. She snapped pictures with him. She cheered for him louder than anybody else. And I still wasn't jealous of her. Infact I had gotten to know Rida really well. She was a very nice girl, if abit hyper but nice.

One day in the library, Alex and I were studying along with the girl who had given me the suggestion for Alex's gift. Somewhere during the conversation we started talking about Rida. "Do you really have feelings for Rida?", the girl asked.

I immediately looked up from my work. I had a feeling that Alex would reply in positive. But Alex didn't say anything. "I think he does have feelings for her. Shy boy here won't confess!" I poked. "Thinks it's going to ruin his macho image!"

This lead to a series of volleys of punches and snide remarks between Alex and the two of us. In the end Alex confessed that he really did have feelings for Rida, but told us not to leak this to anyone. "No problem!", I assured him.

However a few weeks later the news leaked somehow. I didn't tell anyone. Alex says he didn't discuss it with a soul after we bought it up in the library. There were a few suspicion questions asked once or twice from Alex by some people from our class, however Alex denied it everytime completely. The friend of ours mentioned that she may have indicated to a few of her friends that something maybe going on between Alex and Rida.

Somehow the news reached Rida, and from there to her little brother who was at that time in the 10th Grade. I don't exactly have the entire grapevine on my hand right now, nor did I have it back then. But there was a complaint lodged against Alex and his position in the Student Council was on the line. Not wanting to take the risk, Alex had his mentor duties changed with one of the girls in our batch. He was now tutoring some new kid. And just to be safe, this kid was a guy.

*Rida was not the real name of the girl Alex liked. It's a female name I like. Since she isn't going to be much a part of the blog, I figured not to make a tag out of her.*

Gossip Girls

Right after our exams, our vacations started. Alex flew off to UK to visit his grandparents and I was in Pakistan busy in a summer internship at a local hospital; Interesting story happened in that hospital which I'll blog about later.

Alex was supposed to come back sometime in the first week of July but his grandfather suffered from a brain hemorrhage and died after being in the hospital for about 72 hours. As a result of this, I didn't get to see or talk to Alex at all during the vacations. I did get mails from him occasionally of various places he's been to, sometimes accompanied with pictures. But it wasn't like I was the only one who got these mails, he used to send them to about 4 to 5 people. All friends of ours.

In August '05, our Subsidiary A Levels results were announced, I managed to scrap 2As and 1C. Screw physics! Can't reveal Alex's grades here, but I'm proud to say that he scored pretty good except for physics. Screw physics AGAIN!

A month later we welcomed the new batch of A Levels to our school. Finally we were seniors, and we had juniors. Amongst the new group of student was a girl, let's call her Rida. She was a nice girl, with the most beautiful big-doe eyes and very curly hair. Needless to say most of the guys in our class, including Alex - were hyperventilating over her. She was pursuing the subjects of Accounts, English Literature, Law and Business Studies.

The Accounts teacher at my school had a peer tuition policy. Since she was studying, teaching and working in a bank all at the same time, she couldn't stay in the school for the entire time. So in order for her students to excel, she assigned the seniors to be tutored by the juniors if the need arises. This was helpful in the sense for the seniors as it prevented them from forgetting their basics. Rida needed alot of tutoring as she had switched from all science subjects to all business ones. I don't know how lucky Alex got to be but the teacher assigned him to be her mentor. Alex did a mental cartwheel when he was given the good news.

However my story isn't you're typical gay guy loves straight guy type of thing. I didn't hate Alex for having a crush on Rida. I didn't hate Rida for being beautiful. I didn't hate Rida for choosing business as her subjects. I didn't hate the accounts teacher for pairing them up. I wasn't objecting or scorning over anything. I don't know how I got to be so freak'in mature at barely 17, but I was and I am really proud of myself. My crush on Alex was still going on but like always I chose to do nothing about it.

Like mentioned earlier, Rida needed alot of tutoring. Alex didn't mind at all. Infact this all was working alot to his advantage. Rida talked more to Alex than any guy in her own class. Infact she didn't just talk to Alex. She joked with him. She snapped pictures with him. She cheered for him louder than anybody else. And I still wasn't jealous of her. Infact I had gotten to know Rida really well. She was a very nice girl, if abit hyper but nice.

One day in the library, Alex and I were studying along with the girl who had given me the suggestion for Alex's gift. Somewhere during the conversation we started talking about Rida. "Do you really have feelings for Rida?", the girl asked.

I immediately looked up from my work. I had a feeling that Alex would reply in positive. But Alex didn't say anything. "I think he does have feelings for her. Shy boy here won't confess!" I poked. "Thinks it's going to ruin his macho image!"

This lead to a series of volleys of punches and snide remarks between Alex and the two of us. In the end Alex confessed that he really did have feelings for Rida, but told us not to leak this to anyone. "No problem!", I assured him.

However a few weeks later the news leaked somehow. I didn't tell anyone. Alex says he didn't discuss it with a soul after we bought it up in the library. There were a few suspicion questions asked once or twice from Alex by some people from our class, however Alex denied it everytime completely. The friend of ours mentioned that she may have indicated to a few of her friends that something maybe going on between Alex and Rida.

Somehow the news reached Rida, and from there to her little brother who was at that time in the 10th Grade. I don't exactly have the entire grapevine on my hand right now, nor did I have it back then. But there was a complaint lodged against Alex and his position in the Student Council was on the line. Not wanting to take the risk, Alex had his mentor duties changed with one of the girls in our batch. He was now tutoring some new kid. And just to be safe, this kid was a guy.

*Rida was not the real name of the girl Alex liked. It's a female name I like. Since she isn't going to be much a part of the blog, I figured not to make a tag out of her.*

Kryptonite

I was supposed to pick up my younger brother from his tuition center Tuesday afternoon. As I parked outside waiting for him to get done, I tried keeping myself to my thoughts. I'm gay so I really can not help that guys attract me. However it's only when I am attracted to guys younger than myself that I feel ashamed. The tuition center is primarily aimed for young people between the age of 15 to 19. I thought if I kept to my thoughts, I won't have a dozen more crushes while waiting for my brother.

The plan worked perfectly. I didn't notice any of the guys walking past my car. But then I saw this one kid and BAAM!, I thought for a moment it was Alex. Or at least how Alex looked while we both were still in A-Levels! I could actually feel my eyes diverting back and forth to him and my heart beat just a little faster. I believe I also had a semi hard-on. Alex was my first big-time serious crush. It was such a crush that I often day-dreamed of things happening between us. But as I grew older, sense got knocked into me and I realized Alex is straight and will always be my fantasy.

Another reason I was taken back was because I thought I was over Alex. After graduation, we hardly saw each other. Out of sight, out of mind totally holds true in my case. Six months into my university life and I no longer was crushing on Alex. I had several new crushes now. Some on my classmates, some on my seniors and one on my biochemistry assistant professor. So yeah, I'm a programmed slut with some motor defects!

I tried looking anywhere but where the kid was standing but my stupid eyes kept going back to him. I was almost sure he had taken notice of me and was looking back at me now. Shoot, I'm dead! - I thought to myself. Having a crush on someone is okay, but having a crush on someone and he or she is in knowledge of your crush is so not okay. In fact it's downright embarrassing. I wondered why my brother was taking so freak'in long. It had been about 15 minutes since I messaged him to come out.

What happened next totally shook me up. While I was stealing a glance from him, he looked back and smiled. Not a full on teeth bearing smile, but a simple 'I know you' sort of smile. "Shit!" I swore rather loudly. I started praying that the kid doesn't come any closer and my brother comes out the next second. But since whenever does God listen to anything I have to say?!

What happened next was the exact opposite of both the things I was praying for. My brother messaged me that he would be taking about 30 minutes more and I am not supposed to go anywhere. Also after his friends left, he had no one to talk to so after hanging alone for a while he started moving towards me. I switched gears on my praying and started wishing that he would walk right past me. What happened was that he knocked on my window. "F*ck!", I swore.

"You really didn't recognize me?", he asked.

"Well you look alot like one of my friends back from A Levels!", I told him. "But no, I don't recognize you! Do I know you from somewhere?"

"You didn't know me, but you knew my brother!"

"Oh My God! You're Alex's brother!" I exclaimed. "You look exactly like he did back in A Levels!" God, that was such a stupid thing to say. Now everything made a little more sense to me, however I didn't get how hard was this kid making me. A part of me wanted to jump out of the car and kiss him. But obviously, can't do that! "Did anyone ever tell you that?"

"That I'm Alex's brother?" he joked. "Sure, mom does it everyday when I fight against him!" Alex isn't this funny, he's more of a silent and collected type. "Yeah, I look alot like Alex!"

We talked abit more after that about his studies - he's planning to become a doctor (Please don't get admission in my college! - I prayed hopelessly in silent at that exact moment. ), Alex and A Levels. "It's time for my next class. I'll be heading out now but it was nice meeting you!" he said. "Alex used to talk so much about you when he was in A Levels!"

"Good things, I hope!" I poked.

"Oh yeah, only good things!" he laughed.

After he left, my mind started buzzing about Alex and my entire A Levels journey came flooding back to me. Alex was my biggest crush of all and no matter how much time passes, he still brings a smile to my face and makes me weak in the knees. If I was Superman, Alex would be my kryptonite. First crush is the creepiest!

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Sorry for the huge gap in posting, I was down with a flu but I'm all better now. And one more thing, I spent the last two to three days reading my old posts and I realized how many things I've left unfinished. I'll be posting in series about Alex, Junior and Gracie in that order. I need to wind up these open ends. I know it's a small time blog but I gotta keep things professional in case somebody picks this up for a TV Series! ;)

Click here to read the very first post on Coffee & Boys, my new blog!

Kryptonite

I was supposed to pick up my younger brother from his tuition center Tuesday afternoon. As I parked outside waiting for him to get done, I tried keeping myself to my thoughts. I'm gay so I really can not help that guys attract me. However it's only when I am attracted to guys younger than myself that I feel ashamed. The tuition center is primarily aimed for young people between the age of 15 to 19. I thought if I kept to my thoughts, I won't have a dozen more crushes while waiting for my brother.

The plan worked perfectly. I didn't notice any of the guys walking past my car. But then I saw this one kid and BAAM!, I thought for a moment it was Alex. Or at least how Alex looked while we both were still in A-Levels! I could actually feel my eyes diverting back and forth to him and my heart beat just a little faster. I believe I also had a semi hard-on. Alex was my first big-time serious crush. It was such a crush that I often day-dreamed of things happening between us. But as I grew older, sense got knocked into me and I realized Alex is straight and will always be my fantasy.

Another reason I was taken back was because I thought I was over Alex. After graduation, we hardly saw each other. Out of sight, out of mind totally holds true in my case. Six months into my university life and I no longer was crushing on Alex. I had several new crushes now. Some on my classmates, some on my seniors and one on my biochemistry assistant professor. So yeah, I'm a programmed slut with some motor defects!

I tried looking anywhere but where the kid was standing but my stupid eyes kept going back to him. I was almost sure he had taken notice of me and was looking back at me now. Shoot, I'm dead! - I thought to myself. Having a crush on someone is okay, but having a crush on someone and he or she is in knowledge of your crush is so not okay. In fact it's downright embarrassing. I wondered why my brother was taking so freak'in long. It had been about 15 minutes since I messaged him to come out.

What happened next totally shook me up. While I was stealing a glance from him, he looked back and smiled. Not a full on teeth bearing smile, but a simple 'I know you' sort of smile. "Shit!" I swore rather loudly. I started praying that the kid doesn't come any closer and my brother comes out the next second. But since whenever does God listen to anything I have to say?!

What happened next was the exact opposite of both the things I was praying for. My brother messaged me that he would be taking about 30 minutes more and I am not supposed to go anywhere. Also after his friends left, he had no one to talk to so after hanging alone for a while he started moving towards me. I switched gears on my praying and started wishing that he would walk right past me. What happened was that he knocked on my window. "F*ck!", I swore.

"You really didn't recognize me?", he asked.

"Well you look alot like one of my friends back from A Levels!", I told him. "But no, I don't recognize you! Do I know you from somewhere?"

"You didn't know me, but you knew my brother!"

"Oh My God! You're Alex's brother!" I exclaimed. "You look exactly like he did back in A Levels!" God, that was such a stupid thing to say. Now everything made a little more sense to me, however I didn't get how hard was this kid making me. A part of me wanted to jump out of the car and kiss him. But obviously, can't do that! "Did anyone ever tell you that?"

"That I'm Alex's brother?" he joked. "Sure, mom does it everyday when I fight against him!" Alex isn't this funny, he's more of a silent and collected type. "Yeah, I look alot like Alex!"

We talked abit more after that about his studies - he's planning to become a doctor (Please don't get admission in my college! - I prayed hopelessly in silent at that exact moment. ), Alex and A Levels. "It's time for my next class. I'll be heading out now but it was nice meeting you!" he said. "Alex used to talk so much about you when he was in A Levels!"

"Good things, I hope!" I poked.

"Oh yeah, only good things!" he laughed.

After he left, my mind started buzzing about Alex and my entire A Levels journey came flooding back to me. Alex was my biggest crush of all and no matter how much time passes, he still brings a smile to my face and makes me weak in the knees. If I was Superman, Alex would be my kryptonite. First crush is the creepiest!

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Sorry for the huge gap in posting, I was down with a flu but I'm all better now. And one more thing, I spent the last two to three days reading my old posts and I realized how many things I've left unfinished. I'll be posting in series about Alex, Junior and Gracie in that order. I need to wind up these open ends. I know it's a small time blog but I gotta keep things professional in case somebody picks this up for a TV Series! ;)

Click here to read the very first post on Coffee & Boys, my new blog!

Would You Let Me Love You Long Time, Joe Manganiello?

I'm thinking of doing a new feature of 'Hunk of the Month'. Since I have a new crush almost every month on some random TV celebrity, I would like to do a feature on them. Once a month, one hunk!

I'm going to be starting off with the True Blood hottie Joe Manganiello. I saw him in the 3rd season of True Blood, which I am watching now because I was incredibly busy when it was originally airing. He made his first appearance in the most recent season as Alcide Herveaux, a werewolf.

When I first saw him during the 3rd episode my heart started going a mile a minute and then I tried to remember where I have seen him before. Definitely not in my dreams, but then where?!

And then it hit me. I've seen him in one of my all time favorite TV series How I Met Your Mother as one of Marshall's friends. I could swear the producers had hired him to take his clothes off on every possible occasion and I remember watching all those scenes again and again involving him for that. Yeah, I know I'm shallow!

Joe Mangeniello, I'm going to keep asking till you say 'Yes'. Would you let me love you long time?

But instead of simply put up pictures, I'm going to be adding little snippets from some of my favorite songs. Like in this case, I'm serenading Joe with Black Eyed Peas's 'Love You Long Time' from their most recent album The Beginning. Sort of makes it a little more original, in my opinion!

What do you say?

Would You Let Me Love You Long Time, Joe Manganiello?

I'm thinking of doing a new feature of 'Hunk of the Month'. Since I have a new crush almost every month on some random TV celebrity, I would like to do a feature on them. Once a month, one hunk!

I'm going to be starting off with the True Blood hottie Joe Manganiello. I saw him in the 3rd season of True Blood, which I am watching now because I was incredibly busy when it was originally airing. He made his first appearance in the most recent season as Alcide Herveaux, a werewolf.

When I first saw him during the 3rd episode my heart started going a mile a minute and then I tried to remember where I have seen him before. Definitely not in my dreams, but then where?!

And then it hit me. I've seen him in one of my all time favorite TV series How I Met Your Mother as one of Marshall's friends. I could swear the producers had hired him to take his clothes off on every possible occasion and I remember watching all those scenes again and again involving him for that. Yeah, I know I'm shallow!

Joe Mangeniello, I'm going to keep asking till you say 'Yes'. Would you let me love you long time?

But instead of simply put up pictures, I'm going to be adding little snippets from some of my favorite songs. Like in this case, I'm serenading Joe with Black Eyed Peas's 'Love You Long Time' from their most recent album The Beginning. Sort of makes it a little more original, in my opinion!

What do you say?

Mind Phunk ~ 12/31/10

I know you want me,

I made it obvious that I want you too,

So put it on me

Let's remove the space between me and you,

Now rock your body

Damn I like the way you move,

So give it to me

Cause I already know what you wanna do

- Enrique Iglesias @ "Tonight" ft. Ludacris

Every single time I hear this song I so badly want to have mindless sex it's unbelievable! No song! No song EVER before has had this stupid effect on me! I made my friends take it off their New Years Dance Playlist in fear that I might do something crazy at the party on Saturday Night!

One of my longest standing crushes to date on a celebrity is the one I have on Enrique Iglesias. I remember one of my friends from Orkut showing me a video of him kissing some guy at a concert and I literally screamed 'Why not me!' after seeing the video extremely loud. Super-thankful that the house was empty at that moment so nobody heard my outburst of disapproval.

Unfortunately things like that don't happen to ordinary guys like me! However I'm not one to loose hope so easily. Perhaps someday I too will be at his concert and he'll kiss me. I seriously hope I am single at that time because I seriously won't be able to explain to my boyfriend how his kisses don't satisfy me anymore. LOL!

Mind Phunk ~ 12/31/10

I know you want me,

I made it obvious that I want you too,

So put it on me

Let's remove the space between me and you,

Now rock your body

Damn I like the way you move,

So give it to me

Cause I already know what you wanna do

- Enrique Iglesias @ "Tonight" ft. Ludacris

Every single time I hear this song I so badly want to have mindless sex it's unbelievable! No song! No song EVER before has had this stupid effect on me! I made my friends take it off their New Years Dance Playlist in fear that I might do something crazy at the party on Saturday Night!

One of my longest standing crushes to date on a celebrity is the one I have on Enrique Iglesias. I remember one of my friends from Orkut showing me a video of him kissing some guy at a concert and I literally screamed 'Why not me!' after seeing the video extremely loud. Super-thankful that the house was empty at that moment so nobody heard my outburst of disapproval.

Unfortunately things like that don't happen to ordinary guys like me! However I'm not one to loose hope so easily. Perhaps someday I too will be at his concert and he'll kiss me. I seriously hope I am single at that time because I seriously won't be able to explain to my boyfriend how his kisses don't satisfy me anymore. LOL!