<?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-9087616992430080613</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:36:41.406+08:00</updated><category term='amy'/><category term='BMW 530d Series'/><category term='drama'/><category term='Miles Away'/><category term='Yankee Boi'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='the man'/><category term='If you seek Amy'/><category term='Snake Dickie'/><category term='tina'/><category term='Mr. Perfect Smile'/><category term='the King Queen'/><category term='Bottomic Sucker'/><category term='Mush'/><category term='Nacissitic'/><category term='Buddy Fucker'/><category term='Perfection'/><category term='Madonna'/><category term='Kelly Rowland'/><category term='Mr. Good Fuck'/><category term='Heaven'/><category term='Hot Hotel Boi'/><title type='text'>THE MANual: Mid-week Secrets</title><subtitle type='html'>the relationship manual compiled by THE MAN! get ready for an intellectual journey!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087616992430080613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hotness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13783295632644436723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SdLc1r5l_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EiypBi7rTiQ/S220/reality-check.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087616992430080613.post-6669293584051930288</id><published>2009-04-13T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:55:55.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Perfect Smile'/><title type='text'>PERFECTION NOT GUARANTEED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SeNEQT_5KbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KBKLi4MpfGA/s1600-h/Wait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SeNEQT_5KbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KBKLi4MpfGA/s320/Wait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324174231518914994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In life, there are some things that are just hard to explain. Nothing will ever be perfect because if it was, there would be no court cases, no terrorist attacks, no war, no good nor evil… maybe even no religion. In reality, maybe it’s true that there are some things that are just too good to be true because it is the imperfections in this world that makes it worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I say this? I must admit that for the past few days I have become a love sick puppy from a cynical Mr. I-don’t-want-a-relationship guy who just doesn’t believe in being committed in a relationship possibly because in today’s society, it is just hard to find someone you can fully trust. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Trust is always earned, never given)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is perfect? I would have to say that so far the only perfect person I have read about is God or Jesus other than that, I will not be self-righteous in saying I am perfect because in many ways, I have a lot of imperfections that I have yet to learn from and use to continuously grow as an individual, we all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reality can be a Big Bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I realized that you can’t get everything want just that easy. Sometimes when you’re happy, it will never be perfect. I reckon it is about being joyful for the blessing that you have received. Relationships can sometimes be complicated one way or another. Everything is a result of some action. Mr. Perfect Smile has a pseudo relationship -- a long distance relationship. I sort of knew this all along and I would have to say that I am truly thankful for his honesty but today, it dawned on me that right now, whether I deny it or not, he has this attachment with another person… He doesn’t know where that relationship is leading, and they are both so far away from each other to even talk about it so the result is, he openly dates and I happened to be one of them. I will not deny the fact that we have that unexplainable connection as he has described it, and I would have to admit the fact that the feeling is mutual. With no hesitation, I have this gut feel that I can see myself being with this person for a long time possibly, even a life-long commitment. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bottom line, I have just formally entered a love triangle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What in the world am I doing?&lt;/span&gt; We both have strong feelings for each other but the fact is he still has a “conceptual” long-distance relationship with someone. I understand the fact that he doesn’t want to end what he has with the other person online nor over the phone, but rather do it personally and at the same time, I also understand that he must be longing to feel that connection and passionate love that he is getting from me now. I did ask if there is a good reason for me to wait and an honest answer I got is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;“I don’t know.”&lt;/span&gt; Truly, it is the risk that I am taking now. Maybe it’s just too early to answer that question at this point I reckon, but as what we have discussed, it is a question that he would need to answer again sooner or later but for now, maybe its better left unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, he asked me to please keep him and that he loves me and at the same time I am willing to take the risk and stick around a little bit more and give love another chance to enter in my life. I have clearly laid out that I am willing to make our relationship work but I can’t do it alone and at the same time I love him and I would want him in my life right now as long as I will not be taken for granted again. When it comes to relationships, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERFECTION IS NOT GUARANTEED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo courtesy of: http://media.photobucket.com/image/perfection%20not%20guaranteed/DarthKiljoy/Wait.jpg&lt;/span&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/9087616992430080613-6669293584051930288?l=themanofnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6669293584051930288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfection-not-guaranteed.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087616992430080613/posts/default/6669293584051930288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087616992430080613/posts/default/6669293584051930288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfection-not-guaranteed.html' title='PERFECTION NOT GUARANTEED'/><author><name>hotness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13783295632644436723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SdLc1r5l_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EiypBi7rTiQ/S220/reality-check.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SeNEQT_5KbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KBKLi4MpfGA/s72-c/Wait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087616992430080613.post-1386897550087394269</id><published>2009-04-08T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:19:26.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kelly Rowland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Perfect Smile'/><title type='text'>MUSH OVER LOAD...</title><content type='html'>I am filled with mush I am speechless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fA5Xr3ELNYI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&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/fA5Xr3ELNYI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&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/9087616992430080613-1386897550087394269?l=themanofnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1386897550087394269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/mush-over-load.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087616992430080613/posts/default/1386897550087394269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087616992430080613/posts/default/1386897550087394269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/mush-over-load.html' title='MUSH OVER LOAD...'/><author><name>hotness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13783295632644436723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SdLc1r5l_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EiypBi7rTiQ/S220/reality-check.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087616992430080613.post-8558699518469334763</id><published>2009-04-07T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:02:06.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Perfect Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>MR. PERFECT SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/Sdt3la1y46I/AAAAAAAAABI/t6WqBpck-t8/s1600-h/perfect-cube.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/Sdt3la1y46I/AAAAAAAAABI/t6WqBpck-t8/s320/perfect-cube.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321978869412193186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After the dating inventory, after a series of trying out different cars, something just didn't feel right and it was tiring. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Have you tried dating around but realized that nothing seems to make the cut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and suddenly, bang it hits you like a baseball out of no where and you’re knocked out -- or cupid shot you an arrow and it struck you and when you pulled it out it had you heart with all the blood gushing out?&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (how morbid... haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Perfect Smile came out of no where and does the things that I exactly go gaga over. I start asking myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what is the catch here? There must be something wrong? Where is the flaw?&lt;/span&gt; Am I so liberated that when the time comes that I actually like someone, I start asking these questions? Am I retarded or am I just over analytical when it comes to relationships?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think that he is the sweetest one that I have ever met. The way he sends me messages and every time he would call me to say that he is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;thinking about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and that he can’t wait to see me again. How he wants to get to know me more. I may have to admit that I am already taking a risk by letting him in my life, but one thing that I thought of right this very moment is, I wouldn’t want to live a life of ‘what ifs’ starting today! It happened to me twice and I don’t think I would ever want it to happen again. To wake up one day and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;regret that you never even tried to make it work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good, Mr. Perfect Smile at this point doesn’t just make me happy; I feel joyful that there is someone out there that really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;makes sure that I’m smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in a romantic way, that there is one person out there who motivates me to go aim higher and to take care of my self by staying away from my vices, more over someone who asks me about my friends and how long we have been friends. Right now, I think that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it’s too good to be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and it is yet to be tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing that I am sure of right now, should I find myself heartbroken and shattered, I have friends who are always there. They make me strong. When was the last time you told a friend you love and appreciated them? Maybe that time is now. Lets make it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;FRIENDSHIP DAY TODAY!!!&lt;/span&gt; I love you Tina and Amy and of course to my other friends. That’s about it for now. Sorry for the drama… I am flushing it down the toilet as soon as I click PUBLISH!! -theMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087616992430080613-8558699518469334763?l=themanofnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8558699518469334763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/mr-perfect-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087616992430080613/posts/default/8558699518469334763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087616992430080613/posts/default/8558699518469334763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/mr-perfect-smile.html' title='MR. PERFECT SMILE'/><author><name>hotness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13783295632644436723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SdLc1r5l_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EiypBi7rTiQ/S220/reality-check.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/Sdt3la1y46I/AAAAAAAAABI/t6WqBpck-t8/s72-c/perfect-cube.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087616992430080613.post-7056941768226009897</id><published>2009-04-05T17:54:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:51:58.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the King Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bottomic Sucker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Hotel Boi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yankee Boi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snake Dickie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Good Fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddy Fucker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Perfect Smile'/><title type='text'>RATINGS - HOT LIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SdiHSwcohWI/AAAAAAAAABA/SKGNcrpVZ0g/s1600-h/ratings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SdiHSwcohWI/AAAAAAAAABA/SKGNcrpVZ0g/s320/ratings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321151716050634082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you’re a politician, a president for example, you have an approval rating. When you’re a music artist, we have the weekly countdown for music videos and radio air play rating. If you’re in sales, we have ranking of the top sellers. A television show also has its own ratings and consumer products have its market shares. Almost everything have ratings… so I thought of making my dating countdown which changes daily!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I do have one question in my mind though, does dating around make you a slut? I think sleeping with all of them is what will make you a slut, and if you are a slut, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;you might as well be the best slut in town!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hahaha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its always the question of why settle with something that isn’t for you having in mind that there maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;something better that will truly make us happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Not to mention that sometimes before you buy your ride, you have to ride hard so as to decipher which car you want to ride for life. We as humans have the tendency to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need somebody&lt;/span&gt;, so as we age, we start to worry &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(well especially for women)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Tina has been kissed &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the stop light scandal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but relationship wise, in college it was her books then it became the Internet and for a while all work and no play. Why is she a late bloomer? She discovers life and how fun it is to have friends like me and Amy and her other friends of course. For Amy well… like her we both have a high tendency to fuck things up, or things just don’t fall in to place that we end up in complicated situations. I am guessing she has her own countdown that’s for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let’s make an inventory:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The King Queen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr. Good Fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Buddy Fucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr. Perfect Smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Snake Dickie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hot Hotel Boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bottomic Sucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yankee Boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before I count it down based from the latest developments in my life let me give you a brief introduction about them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THE KING QUEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I did make an article about the King Queen. We met through some common friends and dated &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(just go through my prior blog).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Something was missing. It could have been something great, over all I think that he is pretty ok but there is just no spark and he is just not sweet enough. I reckon it’s just something that I go gaga over. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;best way to get my attention is simple sweet nothings&lt;/span&gt; because I am naturally sweet and if it is not reciprocated it just gets tiring and surely I will turn in to stone cold partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He tried to be sweet which gave him a little advantage but I just can’t fathom the excessive alcohol consumption. Yes, I would have to agree its always mouth watering cocktails and fine wine but then too much of something is generally not good that I started hating alcohol again. We always get drunk and being with him its seventy percent (70%) tipsy, ten percent (10%) passed out &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(where I have to get stuck taking care of him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; twenty (20%) are good conversations when he is sober. If you sum it up, I want to be able to live a healthy lifestyle that I would have the opportunity to enjoy somebody’s company mind, body and soul. All I know is, I miss waking up to a very active lifestyle not to mention all the praises I get for my sexiness. In a way, I like the feeling when I get to encourage other people motivating them that if I can do it, so can anybody… So going back, that’s it for King Queen. I just think I can’t do the excessive alcohol and on the other hand, I am looking for someone who will make me feel so appreciated and loved. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweetness and mush melts me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Like what I mentioned, he is ‘pretty ok’. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why settle for ‘pretty ok’ if someone can be OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;MR. GOOD FUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Good Fuck -- Hot, sexy, sensual passionate sex-machine that his name is self-explanatory.&lt;/span&gt; He surely knows what fucking is about. Excessive sweating and moaning is part of the night. We met twice already but he remains to be a booty call up until somebody steals my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He is not the conversationalist type… I tried starting a conversation but alas, right there in then at the back of my head, I wanted to just stuff his mouth with a condom or better yet just fuck and let the fireworks rise in ecstasy. After all it’s the kind of sex that when you wake up you have that smirk and you have that after-sex-aura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;BUDDY FUCKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Buddy fucker is somebody that I met through a friend. He got my mobile, we send text to each other and in one of them horny hot nights I was feeling the itch I asked him to come over. We hung out… got tipsy and out of no where casually asked&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; “Do you want to make out?”&lt;/span&gt; and casually I answered &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;“yes” &lt;/span&gt;and then grabbed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And that was it… it was a normal fuck, nothing special just the need. We were both horny and we needed to squirt sperm and so we did at times once, twice or even thrice. Our relationship is really friendship with benefits. We do talk about stuff but never with a romantic inclination just plain ole ‘wassup buddy type’ man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;SNAKE DICKIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, Mr. Dickie is from some other Asian country somewhere south of Honk Kong and Mr. Dickie is such a sweetheart. We met through chat and did a little webcam action once. He is sweet when we chat. We were supposed to meet but it just never materializes... Maybe it’s not meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and what the fuck is happening to me??? cyber sex... amy please slap me on the head!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He seems to also be successful with his career and is based here. He has a great gym body and why Snake Dickie? Well, very well endowed down there, too bad we have not met… I must say that Mr. Dickie kinda scares me with that snake. His status remains to be a cyber dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HOT HOTEL BOI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hotboi works for a hotel but is in a relationship but why is he flirting with me? Well, he must be unhappy and is not getting the sex that he wants and needs for that matter because partner is busy fucking around, since their arrangement is an open-relationship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which i think is stupid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another case of not a very good conversationalist here, also he is an old friend and we just came across each other, met once but no spark nor connection. We just did a little catching up. It is just evident that he is playing around and is still hung up with ‘le boyfriend. I did try tasting the forbidden stick but then i stopped... I am not a fucking whore... I only do it sensually... so that is that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YANKEE BOI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yankee Boi is a Fil-Am from New York who is here getting a masteral degree. He is also teaching Linguarama. I like talking to him as it brings back my growing up years in the US. It was fun talking to him and sex was great. He was also a good kisser. He was a good potential but it seems that it’s again just another booty call so I got tired of it. Maybe he just doesn’t reciprocates the signs I am giving so fuck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;BOTTOMIC SUCKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Brace yourself for the best head ever!!!&lt;/span&gt; I am soooo mesmerized as he made love with my junior. He was actually a college friend and we just came across each other and offered to cum over and give me a massage and next thing I know, we were naked and there you have it the best blow job ever… and then boom boom boom I was inside him and he loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another case of buddies just hanging out and cuddling which is can be really fun. There is no romantic connection here, just friends having fun. Like a frat house thing nothing romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;MR. PERFECT SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And finally the latest one that is heaven sent. It seems like it’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;too good to be true&lt;/span&gt;. If you ask me Mr. Perfect Smile seems to be falling into the criteria. He is a bit taller than me, has one beautiful face and a great smile to top it all off. He stares at me with those beautiful expressive eyes. He is pretty successful in his early 30’s and he is manly enough to get me turned on. We found each other in an online network and we seem to chat and then next thing I know we were calling each other and up until the point that we finally meet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which was last night : )&lt;/span&gt; It wasn't planned but since we discovered that he lived so close to my place I ended up just inviting him to pass by before our tentative date on Wednesday. Nothing happened just one of the greatest conversations I had for the longest time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He is one sweet person and such a very good conversationalist &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(word fucker I may call it so its like the greatest mind sex)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  and someone with a great character something that really brought instant mush in my system. I thought to myself&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“where have you been all my life?!?!?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I just love how he always calls me and sends me sms and the way he stares at my eyes when we speak… It has been a while since something this beautiful came across my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;THE FINAL COUNTDOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So after a brief inventory of my dates I am getting the top five 5 prospects so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;On the Fifth slot we have The King Queen!!&lt;/span&gt; Not formally out of the hot 5s falling from the number one slot being there for about four weeks the King Queen doesn’t seem to be successful in keep the Man’s heart being dethroned out of THE spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;On the fourth slot is Mr. Good fuck! &lt;/span&gt;No mover right here. Nothing beats hot, sexy, sensual passionate sex-machine once you’ve tasted it. Up until theMan isn’t owned, Mr. Good Fuck is welcum to provide pleasure with no strings attached. It’s all about the sex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;This time on the third slot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I should say slut…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;is Mr. Buddy Fucker&lt;/span&gt; himself!! Another none-mover in the hot 5 where theMan loves Buddy Fucker as a friend! Someone I would want to go out clubbing and just have a good time and fucking here and there is always an option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Now on the second slot is Yankee Boi&lt;/span&gt; who seems to be a good prospect but not quite. theMan does enjoy his company and he is also a great conversationalist but not enough to even reach the HOT spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;So moving on to THE SPOT a new comer, debuting on the number one slot!! Mr. Perfect Smile. &lt;/span&gt;And is so far doing a good job in stimulating theMan’s heart. My heart belongs to you so far Mr. Perfect Smile you. Every time you call me you just don’t know how you make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;THE REALITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The reality is, I am getting tired with this dating game. Just yesterday, as I was talking to Amy, I was thinking sometimes as my inventory shows I am just dating around getting to know new people and it gets tiring. It would be nice to know that you belong in one arms only. That your kiss belongs to another one set of hot lips that will kiss you passionately. Someone you can just have a good conversation with and somebody who makes you feel appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once my heart is owned I am exclusively for that one I will love with all my heart... although my guard is up. I have to guard my heart from getting crushed again… dating can be tiring but remaining hopeful that the right one is around here somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-theMan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087616992430080613-7056941768226009897?l=themanofnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7056941768226009897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/ratings-hot-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087616992430080613/posts/default/7056941768226009897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087616992430080613/posts/default/7056941768226009897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/ratings-hot-list.html' title='RATINGS - HOT LIST'/><author><name>hotness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13783295632644436723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SdLc1r5l_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EiypBi7rTiQ/S220/reality-check.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SdiHSwcohWI/AAAAAAAAABA/SKGNcrpVZ0g/s72-c/ratings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087616992430080613.post-5031542191158609192</id><published>2009-04-04T16:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:47:07.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If you seek Amy'/><title type='text'>IF YOU SEEK AMY [F-U-C-K ME]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[ring-ring-ring]-Text from Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMY:&lt;/span&gt; The girl friend of my ex passed the Bar Exams… : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TheMAN:&lt;/span&gt; Is that so? Well, AMY is a work in progress and I think she is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMY:&lt;/span&gt; : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometimes we forget to think highly of ourselves that we forget what we are worth... If you seek Amy, tell her that  she has such a great personality and it’s always nice to have her company. She is a good catch I think. Besides I know for sure that a lot of people love her and I am one of those people who makes her life a living hell… in a good way!!! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the Amy’s out there… go look at yourself in the mirror and remind yourself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“you can do it you beautiful hot stuff you!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy this song is for you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zwscCzrcSSs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zwscCzrcSSs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&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/9087616992430080613-5031542191158609192?l=themanofnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5031542191158609192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-seek-amy-f-u-c-k-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087616992430080613/posts/default/5031542191158609192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087616992430080613/posts/default/5031542191158609192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-seek-amy-f-u-c-k-me.html' title='IF YOU SEEK AMY [F-U-C-K ME]'/><author><name>hotness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13783295632644436723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SdLc1r5l_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EiypBi7rTiQ/S220/reality-check.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087616992430080613.post-8880143943513240960</id><published>2009-04-03T21:10:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:51:33.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BMW 530d Series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the King Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nacissitic'/><title type='text'>THE KING QUEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                  Good day world!!! It is another day and moving forward, life goes on and what really matters is my happiness. Wouldn’t you agree? That will allow us to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; another special person happy? Am I being selfish and suc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;h a narcissistic being here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;         I think before being able to love someone it really is a matter of loving yourself and putting yourself first otherwise you would be such a fucking martyr and that is just pure folly!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;        I would have to admit that there was a time that I actually put my ex-partner first and for a year all my personal plans for my career and self growth was hindered&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(And yes it was my choice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Even the time I spend with my friends was affected. When I think back, it came to a point when I stopped loving myself and putting myself last rather than &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;being in a relationship where you compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with your partner where it makes two individual grow into better p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eople that is not detrimental to continuously maturing into a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been dating the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;King Queen for quite a while now and counting quickly out of my head, that would be around a month or so. I have never really dated somebody with a receding hair line and a bit stocky. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ouch.. reality bites)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, I am not a judgmental person… its just that it’s the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fact&lt;/span&gt;. I must say that he has got beautiful chinky eyes and a nice nose; he must have looked good with all his hair on his head before it all fell off on his pillow &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(at least I believe so after coming across one of his portrait)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The King Queen is, in his own right, a very intelligent man for him to be where he is now. I would have to say that he is very stable working for one of the prominent companies here as well as other investments in the stock market and in real estate.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SdYLfyhyA3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/aKRJA4ikzE8/s1600-h/BMW+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SdYLfyhyA3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/aKRJA4ikzE8/s200/BMW+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320452650552132466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SdYLf7woBmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IrejSBlL79k/s1600-h/BMW+5_B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SdYLf7woBmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IrejSBlL79k/s200/BMW+5_B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320452653030311522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He drives a BMW 530d Series which he drives recklessly andI would have to say is really fun. The lifestyle is really extravagant having properties here and there not to mention top-class club memberships. With him its dinner in hotels, tasting wine from all over the world you name it I have tasted it in from Bordeaux wines from France, like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pomerol, Margaux, Pauillac&lt;/span&gt; at least those are the ones that I remember and not to worry because it also came as a tongue twister to me. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and I am sure a French man would laugh at me thinking stupid American because of my accent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. While Tina and I were talking about it in one of our lunch dates, being with him gives me a lot of perks. So what is wrong with this picture? I can actually see myself being with him but the thing is that is no &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;… there is no MAGIC. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(well and the sex… frankly I have had better… and lets leave it at that and not go into detail)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I can say that if there is one thing that attracted me is his intellectual side. Is it true that you can’t get all the features of the tool or gadget or maybe there is just that one person out there that is our perfect match?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I asked myself, Should I just go for it and enjoy the good life but be unhappy all the time? I made the choice… It would be unfair if we continue what ever we have when all the time it seems there is just no connection like THE &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"connection" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I am looking for. The fireworks, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(translation: high squirting sperm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the passionate kisses, the intimacy and the sensual touch. At least I know that I am not a materialistic person and I do not take advantage of the King Queen. This is a first I must admit, I have never dated anybody with such age difference and who is such a "queenie"… I can be comically feminine when I joke with my super close friends but I must say that I stay with my masculinity. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I am just super vain!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well maybe there is always the first? – Comments and suggestions are always welcum! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-the MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087616992430080613-8880143943513240960?l=themanofnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8880143943513240960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/king-queen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087616992430080613/posts/default/8880143943513240960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087616992430080613/posts/default/8880143943513240960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/king-queen.html' title='THE KING QUEEN'/><author><name>hotness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13783295632644436723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SdLc1r5l_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EiypBi7rTiQ/S220/reality-check.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SdYLfyhyA3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/aKRJA4ikzE8/s72-c/BMW+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087616992430080613.post-6079596979809687606</id><published>2009-04-03T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:09:21.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miles Away'/><title type='text'>MILES AWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P438tOVnjAw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/P438tOVnjAw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/49d5b9a07596bb7e/4942b69c72ae4040/e7fdaa8d/-cpid/c0453a7010bec656" id="W492da13d111f5ab449d5b9a07596bb7e" width="300" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/49d5b9a07596bb7e/4942b69c72ae4040/e7fdaa8d/-cpid/c0453a7010bec656"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Madonna's record a couple of months back and I must say that it is only now that it struck me that I can relate to this song right this very moment. After dating someone it just seems like everything is soooo miles away all the time and it can really be frustrating when you know there are a lot of other people out there who are pursuing you... at the end of the day its not my loss... because it is always important for us to know what we are worth. We have the potential to be the best thing that ever happened to that lucky person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087616992430080613-6079596979809687606?l=themanofnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6079596979809687606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/miles-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087616992430080613/posts/default/6079596979809687606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087616992430080613/posts/default/6079596979809687606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/miles-away.html' title='MILES AWAY'/><author><name>hotness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13783295632644436723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SdLc1r5l_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EiypBi7rTiQ/S220/reality-check.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087616992430080613.post-1774576993813904272</id><published>2009-04-01T22:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:11:02.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tina'/><title type='text'>The Crew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My age, well it doesn’t even matter… does yours matter? My sex? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;All I know is that it’s hot, exciting and wild! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So lets just say gender… Well does it even matter? I’m confused, always have been and I’m loving it. I don’t think I would want to talk about my past here, that is so over rated and dramatic and does it even matter at this point? What matters is that my experiences in life made me who I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let’s talk about Tina. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The late bloomer… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at her age I am her balancer to warn her about things because somehow I’ve been there done that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and she does it anyway... hahahaha)&lt;/span&gt; but I am surprised that I learn a lot of things from her simply because she helps me think. She gives me balance. Always an entertainment when she gets drunk and it’s definitely entertaining… she becomes a funny comic! She is like the big sister I never had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amy, is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my twin sister…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she is the female me… the only difference is she has boobs… and I have man boobs. Some of the things that she has been through when it come to relationships I sort of have been through… the only difference with her is she wants a relationship… ironically she ain’t looking… (hahaha) and if she is in the wrong places. Let’s talk about her men in another time. We have this language of love some people notice and that's why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you bitch!!&lt;/span&gt; haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right before the year 2009 started we somehow found ourselves walking on different paths that merged together and found ourselves being there for each other and right there you see, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything happens for a reason.&lt;/span&gt; The mid-week secrets unfold, our stories told, the drama, the fun and more importantly the friendship…&lt;/span&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/9087616992430080613-1774576993813904272?l=themanofnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1774576993813904272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/crew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087616992430080613/posts/default/1774576993813904272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087616992430080613/posts/default/1774576993813904272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/crew.html' title='The Crew'/><author><name>hotness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13783295632644436723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SdLc1r5l_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EiypBi7rTiQ/S220/reality-check.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9087616992430080613.post-5021721510163409405</id><published>2009-04-01T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:23:14.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcum to the Manual!!!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the MANUAL!!! or should I say cumm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After days of talking to my friend which I will call Amy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Britney's If you seek Amy her 3rd Single out of Circus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Love me hate me, say what you want about me&lt;br /&gt;But all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; if you seek Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me hate me, but can't you see what I see?&lt;br /&gt;All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;if you seek Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me hate me, la la la, la la la]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the controversy in that song... so who wants to "F-U-C-K ME?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to Amy... we though that our stories are worth hearing; worth being part of THE MANUAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here in the city, Me, Amy and Tina, a friendship destined to clash and bring more excitement in our lives. We have our stories to tell, the laughter, the drama and the... well in my case the sex... hot steamy wild sex.. the other side of me... well just think of me as their man whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just put this site on and I am new so expect juicy tidbits of my stories worth being part of the manual. Well of course Amy will definitely help me out!! (well you better help me out bitch!) Love you bitch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the MAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9087616992430080613-5021721510163409405?l=themanofnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5021721510163409405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcum-to-manual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087616992430080613/posts/default/5021721510163409405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9087616992430080613/posts/default/5021721510163409405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themanofnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcum-to-manual.html' title='Welcum to the Manual!!!'/><author><name>hotness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13783295632644436723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKVwcUrtm9c/SdLc1r5l_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EiypBi7rTiQ/S220/reality-check.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
