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    I'm interested to know why I'm single. And I'm interested in men who...Oh shit. I thought this is a dating site.

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  1. I think with my last relationship that lasted for 3 years, he assumed we were together when I started leaving knick knacks on his house. The intended toothbrush there, the overnight pair of ckothes left in laundry bin, the shirtless selfie on his phone, and the couple of beers on his fridge despite him being a wine guy...left little to his imagination that after nearly dating for a year, I think we're past the 'He's my buddy from the UK' stage. Men are simple creatures. And he loved the fact that I was more assertive than him. There's this guy-friend who liked me at that time, and after going out with the guy one night (of course that wasn't a date for me, he was like a brother) he took the notion from me, "If you don't step up your game, this will be me without YOU" kind of idea. So a week later, he asked me out if we were together which I curtly answered with "Are you sure?" Of course it was actually an elaborate plan to trap him. If not for the fact that I fell in love with him first and that I was more scared of losing him so I gotta ensure that he'll be my property with fringe benefits. Funny thing though, he told me that he'd rent out his house and asked me if we can move in together. That was a successful reconnaisance indeed. The Queen Mother would've been so proud of me.
  2. Most of my straight friends have that Jason Mamoa personality--the laid back adventure seeking dude who's fun to be around. I have too much in common with dearest Jason, hence my imagination tends to steer away from fantasizing about our future wedding. I like them geeky and nerdy. As for Idris...he's scrumptrilescent indeed. I imagine him sitting downstairs, drinking coffee and reading the paper, with nothing but his trousers on, telling me to remind him to drop by the shop to pick-up some milk before going to work. While outside, our gardener, dearest Jason, is tending to my bushes. And...this is why I'm single. *faint laughter* I'll be heading out to the nearest newsagency now to get a copy of people magazine thank you very much.
  3. I think that's the problem I have, since I'm a visual learner and certain facial ticks or identifiers whenever I envision a character are either a hit or miss, especially nuances. For example, how does the character A express anger compared to character B, or is character A reliant to facial expressions as opposed to character B who prefers with body movements. I think personality-wise, it's easier to create distinctive traits than reanimate what a character expresses in your own head. My friend who I'm basing one of the protagonists in my story is very outgoing, whereas the character I've depicted is an ambivert, somewhat recluse. And those differentiation creates interesting facial expressions, to the extent of how much the said character is willing to convey their emotions through their face. I guess there's a said psychology attached to it, that even as a writer, I'm assuming most of us takes into consideration given that these characters exists in the realm of one's imagination. "For a man of handsome features, he sure seemed grumpy. Erect and poised of elegant stature; his sober coloured custom-tailored suit showed a supercilious distinction of class amongst his colleagues. His aquiline nose and chiselled jaws amplified a pragmatic effect to his slicked back golden mane impregnable of young adulthood. And his beard perfectly groomed of austerity mirrored the stout figure underneath the layers of clothing: a musculature of a Roman statue and height, bulging at the seams, intimidating even the most important figurehead in the country, while soliciting the attention of men who envied his surname, and grown women who lusted over those otherworldly eyes like hordes of teenagers raving at the sight of the most popular quarterback." I wrote the description as part of my story. But I tried so hard in remembering that chance encounter on this really gorgeous looking man who was in the train. Everybody was staring at him. I mean, come on, he looked like he was going to a parliament assembly while arguing on the phone and his booming voice sounded like he was whispering sweet nothings. As soon as I got home, I coerced my bestfriend (who's also my neighbour) to google and find someone online who closely resembled him. And viola, a bit of grey hair here and there, adjust the eyes apart, narrow down the nose...and thanks to her photoshop skills, she somehow created a similar facial structure of what the man in the subway looked like. His photo now serves as *coughs* inspiration.
  4. This pending story I've been writing for almost a year and a half now--yes, it's that long...I'm a lazy writer--well, I was inspired to base the physical attributes of one of the main characters to that of my friend who has Waardenburg Syndrome. There are types of symptoms, but mostly the one he has is basically...the lucky bastard's been blessed with the most lightest shade of blue eyes. It's lighter than that of Paris Jackson (she has Waardenburg as well). So I somewhat associated it as a physical trait to a main character in my story. I have this problem that I need to base what my characters look like from real life. And since they're living inside my head, might as well put a face to it. So I need to imagine their facial expressions when I'm writing. I feel like sometimes I'm a producer scouting for an actor playing the role to a character I'm writing about when I'm googling for references. I'm like, "Hmmm...this German actor looks good but there's something missing. Let's go other countries. How about Switzerland. Yes, let's photoshop his eyes to dark brown and adjust his jawline." So have you ever based any characters attributes or physical traits in your stories from real life?
  5. I'm having an existentialist crisis with this song right now. Like an 80's disco track played at prom in the late 90's. I heard this song playing at Jamba Juice and I'm like, "This is depressing. But I can't help but bop my head."
  6. Them natural greys...Ooh, you touch my tralala.
  7. I identify as a fire hydrant. I'm kidding. I don't neccesarily consider myself a part of the community but I have been to gay pride, mardi gras, and gay clubs, often cruising the bar for...their buy one take one margarita since I'm a cheapskate. But yeah, I was a former editor of a gay mag and I think I've done my part segregating quality *ehem* (insert shirtless photo of John Hamm) content for the betterment of our gay community.
  8. You guys should watch what would you do. There were some interesting feedback and public responses from passersby--mixed even. There was even a woman who called the cops regarding the gay couple who was canoodling on the bench. I mean it's disgusting how any form of affection should meet anyone's standards. But I guess, you can't please everybody. It's a cultural thing. Some countries are more conservative and some are more passive, while others don't care. But I do remember when I was dating this guy and after dinner, he walked me to my apartment and was expecting a kiss. I kinda said to myself, "Hmm...Why not. He looks like Jim Morrison without the drug abuse." Until I realized he was licking my face, after which I made an excuse that I have an early non-existent meeting the following morning. The only judicious stares I got was from my neighbour who commented, "God, that guy must think your face is a furball." And to my defense, I was sporting a 3-week beard but I wasn't expecting to have a tongue-facial that evening. And by the way, that was the only time my neighbour ever spoke to me before he left the unit. It was surprising cause I thought he was one of those prude christians selling you bible and a box of baby Jesus. But...he was alright.
  9. Some writers miss the mark when turning prologues into descriptive linear summaries of their characters or specific scenes. Not those scenes relating to their story, but scenarios of how they'd envisioned their story to be. And i'm like...hold up, is this an autobiography, cause I'm sure I saw this in the fiction aisle. So yeah, I tend to drop it cause I usually have a bad feeling where it's mostly going.
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    I feel like I'm more of a traditionalist or one from the silent generation, born 1945 and before.
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    I'm not a hipster, promise. I was trying to show my cousin in Spain the jacket and the beanie he wanted from H&M. I honestly don't know why I'm defending myself. I have issues.
  12. I now regret posting this.
  13. I noticed that I've recently steered away from extreme architectural landscaping that novelists tend to do when they're really engrossed with the world they've created. It's like reading an article of better homes and garden. Especially if you're in peak of an action paced part of the novel, then suddenly the story turns in a vivid description of where it suddenly becomes a Charlottee Bronte novel, it's sometimes hilarious. But I've read stories where extreme landscape description works, like The English Patient.
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    Hahaha...a friend tagged me when I was sneezing halfway. Such good friends I have when they always tag me in Facebook while looking constipated most of the time. This is the most sane looking one I have.
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    Chapter 1

    I'm heaps loving this story so far. We need good oz stories here. I'm very intrigued.
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