Gamer flirt

I am a gamer. Mostly computer because when I was a kid I couldn't afford a console. I am a huge fan of Bioware: Baldur's Gate, Icewind Dale...and recently Dragon Age Origins (But not 2, defo not 2, 2 is like an unfinished collabo of ME and DA created by bad fanboy modders)

But sometimes, just sometimes, gamers take it too far. Like recently on Manhunt.com a guy with a Gordon Freeman screencap profile picture hit on me with a wink and a picture of his dick. 

Youtube Attention Whores

Youtube is now officially the shortcut to fame, and well, I got no objection to that. You wanna get famous, yeah sure, why the hell not. I am completely fine with people making stupid videos of themselves in hope of getting a million views. Some even succeeded. Like the notorious LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE!  (And now he has songs on iTunes too. In all fairness, the singing was good)

I totally agree that people are entitled the right to their own opinion, but I do hope that people do it with at least some level of skills. I like parodies, satires, songs making fun of politicians, you know, things that people actually put effort to create. Hell, Friday, if nothing else, at least gave me a laugh. What I can't stand is the bunch of bozo jerkface sitting in front of a screen made out of Home Depot curtains in their basement making videos like: My Response to That Video, My Reaction to This Video. Why would we want to know how you look like when you watch another video? 

Speaking of attention whores, another kind is the crazy ones. Well I don't have much to say about those cause, well they are crazy. Like this.

Apparently, making crazy videos allow her to call herself an entertainer, which in a sadistic sense is true. She has 20+ more videos of her screaming things about Twilight. Robert Pattinson, if you know of her, it would be cruel of you not to give her a kiss for the effort. 

Of all kinds of attention whores, the worst is fanboy/girls. Whenever I try to search for things like 'Family Guy Clip', 'Grey's Anatomy Season 4', or, heck, 'Two Girls and A Cup', there is a shit ton of trash videos: Music video made with powerpoint slides and an emo song, Picture montage with the TV soundbite, Remake of a movie scene by some puberty kids...And often, people would leave watermarks like 'Johnny123 Productions', 'Jackthedude Movies' on their clips of very sorry quality. My knowledge of showbiz may be limited but as far as I concern using Windows Movie Maker to put together pictures and Avril Lavigne songs does not make you film producers.

Oh and I firmly believe, when the Rapture comes and a meteor comes swooping down to wipe out civilizations, someone would be holding a video camera amidst the chaos capturing the image, in hope of putting that on Youtube later.

It's winging men, hallelujah.

Many times I found myself trapped in situations where a 'friend' would suddenly think that since you and B, a random friend of hers, are both gay, she should totally be a good Samaritan and hook you two up.

I know we gay guys make fantastic wingmen, but the other way around is a completely different story. We know you are a girl, and in the most common situation, we know that is a guy who like pussies (and if he turns out gay, we can always go eco-friendly and recycle the unused resources). In the gay world, things are far more complex. There are Tops, Bottoms, Vers, More Top, More Bottoms...Chances are you would have hooked up two man-girls who are definitely not man-lesbians.

Or it could be about some minor things. I, for instance, cannot stand guys wearing floral shirts (Unless we are both in Hawaii and I am drunk-dancing with coconut-bras on). A friend of mine recently introduced me to a young, talented lawyer who studied in Australia and has just come back to Hong Kong. We had some fancy dinner but all I can remember about the dinner was his bright green floral shirt.

Now I know the meaning of clothing is for stripping off anyway but, I guess I am just a weird gay full of turd.  Since it's a friend of a friend I have to maintain friendly banter and worse, give him my contacts. I just hope he feels the same way about my worn jeans and old sneakers.

I might be a desolated, dreary desert, but I have my ways to feed the camel, donkey, cactus plants and bunnies.

101: The Story So Far

Like every Asian mum, my mother wanted me to become a doctor.

Of course it is now very clear to her that this ain't gonna happen, but back in my adolescence days she really tried. She made me take Science instead of Arts in high school, even going so far as to telling me she would not pay my tuition if I pick Arts. My grades, like the career of Frente after Bizarre Love Triangle,  dropped drastically. I became this anti-social underachiever who basically does not give a fuck about pretty much anything. It was a self-defence mechanism - if you suck bad,  don't care too much about it.


It took me some good years to recuperate from hating everything and banging my head to loud music (like all teenagers, although some never grow out of it), and I graduated high school with all my hopes on theatre school. I considered myself practical and efficient, and the career of a stage manager seemed so exciting. I dreamed of becoming a successful stage manager, touring with the best theatre troupe, traveling all over the world. What I did not realize back then though, was that I am too lazy to work handle the workload of a stage manager.

After getting my theatre diploma I struggled for a year in the theatre business, with limited success: turns out, if you suck in school, it doesn't necessarily mean you will be good at other things. In frustration and disappointment I realized one thing: it's a job, and why would I want to turn my enjoyment into a job? I instantly shifted my career goal to what I am good at: translation. I sucked at school but I have always had a knack for languages, and doing translation is something I can do at home, without having to wake up early for office hours or interact with people physically. I cannot think of a better job.

So now I am a freelance translator, occasional stage manager, good time alcoholic, shoestring traveler...whatever feels good. Welcome to my blog.