Young Daddy Can You Hear Me?

It warms my heart to see a father and son bond as they walk down the streets of Chelsea, their arms wrapped around each others waist.  Did I say 'father'?  I meant 'Daddy'.  Read more [+/-]

To those who don't know what a 'Daddy' is, he's an older gay man (by that I mean "old enough to be the father of") who dates younger men, showering them with the fortunes of his success.  They date younger men because they want to relive their youth; the most popular reason being they came out late in life and never had a chance to openly party like it's 1999¹.

On the flip side, these younger men, generally referred to as a 'boi', fully take advantage of this generosity and enjoy fancy dinner parties, vacation trips to exotic destinations, and the latest fashion accessory that is neither practical nor necessary²; and all he has to do is look like a pretty trophy³ and give up the booty.  Sounds like a sweet deal to me.

Before all you Daddies (and trophy bois) go on the defensive, I'm not attacking your lifestyle - do whatever the hell you want.  That was just a prologue.  What I'm more interested in discussing is this new (to me?) concept of a 'Young Daddy'.

So what is a 'Young Daddy'?  He is a mature, young, and independent gay man.  In a relationship, instead of being the trophy, he acts as the 'Daddy' of the relationship - being the decision maker, paying for dinner, buying the latest fashion accessory, that is neither practical nor necessary, for himself.  He is attracted to older men because they are looking for a mature partner, having 'been there, done that' with the party/club scene.

And it makes sense: the gay community has made progressive strides in the past few years, and gay men are coming to terms with their (homo)sexuality at a younger age.  With more families/communities being accepting, they have little reason to stay in the closet.  As a result, they party/fnck/club/do drugs/go crazy along with the rest of their age group.  Hence, they mature and establish themselves at a younger age.

Some older men like dating Young Daddies because it absolves them from always making the decisions⁴.  And it's nice to be taken care of once in a while.

What about me, you ask?  I fall somewhere in between.  As you might know, I didn't come out until after college so I never experienced 'adolescent dating' like my straight friends did.  (I didn't let that stop me from going to parties and having fun though.)  Now that I'm out of college, and out of the closet, I'm mature, independent, and financially stable.  But because I didn't live out the gay lifestyle when I was an adolescent, I just wanna rock n' roll all night (and party everyday).

I feel like a 'Daddy', just 20 years younger.

And since I've started dating, I find myself attracted to older men because they are more mature, established, experienced, use big words like 'hence' and 'therefore', and have their own source of disposable income (so I don't have to pay every time we go out).  But I find it hard to relate to them due to the fact that when they were watching the Golden Girls, I was probably still doing poo poo in my pants.  Not to mention that time has taken a toll on their bodies⁵.

Perhaps I need to find myself another Young Daddy.  Someone young, smart, and established who also finds time to appreciate Janet, Britney, and Christina by getting down and dirrrty.  If you find this person, kindly send them my way.  You'll be handsomely rewarded.

Young Daddy Jase is an expert in relationships that has gone on 20 numerous dates with 5 many people.  He graduated from Stony Brook University with a Bachelors of Science in Information Technology.  He wrote this because he read the article 'Who's The Daddy' in Instinct, issue no. 77.  He can tie a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue.

¹Since I have no statistics on this, this claim is just hearsay.
²Does anyone really need a $500 leather thong?
³Check out this Washington Post article about trophy boy, Andrew Cunanan
⁴I've dated this older man who loved it when I made all the decisions, took control of the situation, and 'told him what to do'.
⁵Yes, I am superficial, too.

Roommates: Raunchy and Rancid

This past Tuesday I went to another WYSIWYG Talent Show (what's this?): First, Last, and Insecurity: The World's Worst Roommates.  To be honest, I didn't have high expectations as a friend told me these things could be incredibly boring.  No expectations = no disappointment, right?  But to be fair, the four previous shows I've been to were incredibly entertaining, often to the point where I peed myself.

Quick shoutout to my peeps I saw at the show: him, her, him, him, him, him, him, her, and TribecaT and his roommate.

In the spirit of the occasion, I was going to offer a short roommate horror story of my own; but most of my roommates were okay.  Read more [+/-]

There was one who started to have sex with his girlfriend while I was in the room.  But I can't complain (even though I did at the time), he was comfortable with it, and really, I wanted to catch a glimpse of his package.  (What?  I was still in the closet, I was not getting any action, and he was a football player.)  And the fact he let his blonde hair, blue-eyed, 6'2" football buddy sleep over when he was away more than made up for it.  (And for those curious, he was a tight end and slept in very loose boxers.  Mmm hmm.)

And then there was this roommate I had when I studied abroad in London.  Let's call him Eri.. I mean Dino.  Dino was Jewish, an only child, and raised in Staten Island (or as some of you might know, Shaolin).  Yes folks, this meant that he was well-off, spoiled, and treated like a prince at home.  This also meant that he had no social skills, lacked manners, and worst of all, didn't know how to take care of himself or perform the simplest sanitary tasks, like putting a cup in the sink or covering his mouth when he sneezed.

However, the most disturbing part was not that he had braces, but that he would display them to us... when he was eating... while making a pursed-lip sucking noise... as he constantly sucked the food out of his braces as he chewed.

Thankfully the four other flatmates I lived with were much more considerate.  They more than made up for Eri.. I mean Dino.  I don't remember a specific story that involved him because the four other flatmates and I generally tried to avoid him.  Or for the purpose of self-perservation, sanity, or karmic balance, I subconsciously erased them from memory.  And there you have it.

And now for some real entertainment, my personal style for Fall 2005: preppy/military chic!

Get the Memo?

Can someone please tell her that getting ticketed to get publicity is SO two months ago?  And, c'mon, did you have to do parks too? (Thanks Rich)

Monday Musings

I've been accused of being an obsessive stalker on multiple occasions, but isn't that just someone who knows what they want and determined to get it?  Some would call that passionate and goal-oriented.  And having goals is good.

I'm beginning to think that being young, gay, responsible, and determined is rare.  I recently read a semi-related article about 'Young Daddies' that piqued my interest (Instinct no. 77, "Who’s The Daddy?"); I'll write about it when I get the time.

In anycase, I don't think being a stalker is that bad.  It's only when you get all stabby, shooty, or I-wanna-replace-you-eg-SWF that it's out of hand.  But who hasn't dreamed of being Bridget Fonda at one time?  Wait.. maybe I'm thinking Jane Fonda.

Determined

I found the place where my new obsession plays piano, and successfully stalked talked to him.  Interestingly, during our conversations he alluded to the fact he was straight by mentioning an ex-girlfriend.  Do you think I let that stop me from flirting, touching, rubbing, hugging, grabbing, or cupping?

Oh hell no.  I don't give up that easy; and his embarassed reactions were so cute!  Besides, it's not unusual for closeted gay men to have relationships with women.  And if not, well, a hole is still a hole, right?

When I put my mind to it, I can be quite pursuasive.  Let me just say that by the end of the night, it wasn't me that bought him a drink.

And now, more pics from Costa Rica.

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Why? Why?! WHY?!?

Why do people say they'll call and then not call?!

He said he'd call me on Tuesday to make plans.  He didn't.  When I still didn't hear from him on Wednesday I texted him, "I hope you have a good reason for yesterday.  That's strike two."  He responds, "You don't see me all weekend and now you're being demanding?"  Uhm.. What?!

When you say you'll call me at a certain time, I expect a call.  If you're not sure, use alternatives like, "I'll call you later" or "I really busy so I don't know when I'll get to call you" or the ever popular and simple, "Talk to you later."  Don't say "I'll call you tomorrow" when you don't intend to!!

Why didn't I go see Wicked when Idina Menzel was still the green one?

I paid $100 to see it last night.  The seats were great; the performance wasn't.  Shoshana Bean was the green one.  And while she is talented in her own right, she could not fill the part; sometimes singing a full octave lower!  It was not 'money well spent'.

Why did Snape do that to Dumbledore?!

And who the hell is R.A.B?!  Damn you Rowling!

Why am I still at work?!

That's it.  I'm going to the gym.  I need some way to work out all this disappointment.  They say the steam room is good for that, right?

A Weekend of Fresh Meet

I had dinner on Friday at Shabu-tatsu (thumbs up) with Fash Mag Slag, Groove, and Tribeca T. (thumbs up to them too); then went and hit up a few bars.  This was the first time I met the elusive Groove so we had to do it big!  And even though we didn't end up going to The Web, I still had fun.  Read more [+/-]

First stop was to Gym Bar (muscle hotties), then to Secret (some cuties), then XES (cute 'tendies), and after an unmentionable amount of drinks, we headed to Restaurant Florent, where I met her (super awesome!), him (Happy Birthday sexy thang!), and french onion soup (delicious!).  And yes, as he said, I did flirt uncontrollably with this guy (yay or nay?).

By the end of the night (4am), I was sleep-walking my way back home; at which time I gave a new meaning to the word 'incoherence'.  He walked me to the station, all the while in conversation, I suspect to keep me conscious and my legs moving.   Just imagine this hypothetical conversation (because I don't remember what two drunk people could possibly talk about at 4am in the morning):

Him: "I wonder what stupid thing Bush is going to do next."
Me: "Blueberries grow on bushes, too!"
Him: "What the hell are you talking about?"
Me: "The government should drink taxi cab."

Ah... fun times.  And I think I've found a new obsession.

And now, more Costa Rica

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Found my journal!  Along with some new 'postcards', I've selected a few passages to share.  Enjoy!  Read more [+/-]

Sunday, August 21, 2005
Got up at 4 o'clock this morning for a 7am flight ... the shuttle ride from the airport was short ... while I took pictures of giant mangoes ... and even the popular areas were littered with trash ... hopefully I'll be able to pick up some spanish on this trip.

Monday, August 22, 2005
I'm writing this under a mosquito net ... this morning Sylvia, a travel planner, planned our week ... we drove to the Caribbean side ... passed banana plantations ... and a Chinese cemetary ... Cahuita is a small town ... walking back to Sia Tami ... buying beer and rolling papers.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005
I finally got up around 9 ... put on my speedo ... with rice and beans ... there was also a television ... played Wonder Woman in spanish, fast-forward ... then Diff'ren Strokes ... our snorkling tour guide ... was nervous that a dip in the wave would send me crashing on top of a spikey coral ... needed to pee ... afraid that urine would attract dangerous sealife ... and buy a new speedo! ... a bit hairy, blue eyes behind dark sunglasses ... goodness he was CUTE ... ran back to the bungalow ... stopped by the trashcan and let it rip ... garlic potatoes were fantastic ... arms like maple brown sugar .. definitely edible ... and we saw an amazing amount of stars.

To be continued...

Speaking of Postcards (Discutir las Tarjetas Postal)

To everyone who I sent a postcard to that didn't let me know they got it, your ass is grass.  And to those bloggers who didn't immediately post it on their blogs, the audacity you have not to dedicate a post to me!!  That's the last 905 Costa Rican Colones (including postage) I spend on your non-appreciative grassy ass.

Oh, if you didn't get a postcard from me, let me know and I'll send a digital one your way. :)

I Love New York (Yo Amo Nueva York)

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Costa Rica was beautiful, tranquil, and serene, but after three weeks, like a true urbanite, I started to miss the hustle and bustle of city life.  I'm glad to be back in New York.

To my surprise, I had a hard time finding the hot papis.  For a tropical, beachy Latin country, they really let themselves go.  I blame it on the fact they're very Catholic.  Keep gays in the closet = no one to keep a high standard physique = no one to criticize your fat, sloppy ass.  I'm glad to be back in New York.

I also couldn't blog (or post pictures) while I was in Costa Rica.  Instead, I wrote in my journal.  I was going to select choice passages to share here, but I can't find the damn thing.  So while I go look for that, you can enjoy the picture-postcards I've added.   Aren't you glad I'm back in New York?

A Preview (Una Inspección Previo)

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21 days.  1511 pictures taken.  512 mb memory card.  It's a good thing.  But it'll take me a while to go through them.  So I'll release them a few at a time; and in postcard form!

In high school, I opted to take French (like every closeted gay), instead of Spanish.  But after spending time in Costa Rica, I've decided I'm going to learn Spanish.

By listening to latin music.

I think it'll work.  And just think, I'll be able to speak in rhythm too!  My life will be a Spanish musical!

By the way, Shakira's new song, La Tortura, rocks my socks.  She rocks too, just check out the the video and you'll see why.  LOVE her!

I Don't Know What to Say

What's scarier than finding your fridge empty after being gone for three weeks?

Finding the exact same things in your fridge as when you left.  And a science project forming on each one.

Damn roommate.  Now I know why he agreed to live with me.  Howard Florey's roommate was probably straight, too.

Anyway, I'm back.  I had a great time in Costa Rica.  I took about 1,400+ pictures on my trip, so it might take some time to remove my 'accidental' nude beach shots sift through them.

Special Thanks! to the great guest bloggers (in order of appearance): Freddie, Wayne, and Jon!  You guys rock.  And thanks to you for your continued support and patronage.

In case you missed them, here's what the fabulous guests had to offer:

Freddie of CosmoBlog:
Surprise Guest Blogger #1
Sorry, I'm not Chinese!
Let's talk about Jase
Coming Out
Thank You

Wayne of Watersea's Ocean Bloggie:
Surprise Guest Blogger #2
A day in the life of....
The Beauty Queen Summary
Thank you.

Jon of The Fash Mag Slag:
Life. by Jon
Wrong on so many levels

Wrong on so many levels

Hi, everyone. Jon here. I wish I could have posted a few more times while guest blogging for Jase this week, considering that he's due back from vacation soon and this is only my second post! It's just hard to write for someone else, as is evidence by 2 posts in less than a week. Shameful, I know.

Anyway, in keeping with the 'life' theme of Jase' blog, and not knowing what else to write about, I was propositioned in the restroom at a movie theater Wednesday night. Not a porno movie theater (why would I go to one of those when I have a computer and a DVD player?), it was the restroom at the Sunshine Theater on East Houston Street. I had simply drank too much water before the movie started, and the soda during the film didn't help. Needless to say, I had to pee like a race horse by the time the credits started rolling, so I told my friend I'd meet her outside.

The restroom was empty, or so I thought. I usually don't like using urinals, but since I didn't see anyone, I unzipped and used it.....moments later, I noticed that the door to the nearby stall was open just a crack, and a pair of eyes was on me, or on a part of me, let's just say. I was immediately on guard, my heart was racing. What was the person going to do? Were they going to kill me? Rob me? I didn't know what to do, but I was in the middle of peeing. I couldn't stop.

The door to the stall opened a litle wider, and what I saw mortified me. There were actually two guys in there, one guy standing on the toilet seat and another standing on the ground. I didn't feel threatened anymore, but this sense of depression came over me. I'm not so much of a prude that I've never heard of 'public sex scenes'- it's just that the guy standing on the toilet seat looked to be quite young (he was probably a young looking college freshman, but he looked like he was 16) and the other guy standing was a very large, overweight man in a cheap suit complete with a mustache and mutton chop side burns. Ewwwwww! Why couldn't the young kid find someone more attractive and closer to his age? They both had their dicks on their hands (the old guy's was lost in a pubic hair forrest), and the young guy motioned for me to come into the stall and join them.

Um, hell no. HELL TO THE NO. I finished peeing, and quickly ran out without even washing my hands. What I had just seen was so creepy, kind of like a father/son scene that was, well, wrong on so many levels. My eyes hurt- I wanted to disinfect my eyes with bleach and take a shower. On my way to the exit, I passed an employee of the theater, probably a nearby NYU student. I told him while blushing what I had just seen, and his reaction was one of annoyance. 'Oh, the old fat quuen strikes agaib, huh?' he said, with a charming gay diction. 'I'll get security- I'm sorry you had to see that'.

'Me too', I said. 'Me too'. I walked away, feeling unsettled at what I had just seen. I'm sure they would just throw ugly hairy guy out, and not press charges, but if they did, he could have all the sex he wants in jail. I had my doubts that the young guy was of legal age. It was just nasty, nasty, nasty. At least when I jerked a guy off at Twilo back when I was in college, he was cute, in the same age range, and we did it in the stall with the door locked ^_^

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This concludes my last entry guest blogging for Jase. Hope you enjoyed it, now back to our scheduled blogger already in progess.

Life. by Jon

Hello readers of Jase's blog! This is Jon, friend of Jase and the man behind The Fash Mag Slag. Let me introduce myself to those of you who may not know me. I live in New York and love to walk around and take advantage of all the city has to offer in the cultural and culinary fields. I'm very sarcastic, and am irreverent without being loud. I'm oppionated yet quiet. I have 6 tattoos, like cats, artsy films, travelling, and am a smoker (don't be hating smokers, y'all). I'm 26 years old and while a bit jaded at times, I enjoy having a laugh and a good time. My favorite Sanrio character is Chococat, or as I like to refer to him, 'Hello Kitty for smart people'. I have a chicken pox scar on my back from childhood, and sorry ladies, I'm gay. I know, I know, try not to cry and jump off the roof of a building. There's simply no Jonny for yo' punani.

Now that that's out of the way, I hope I do a satisfactory job in guest blogging for Jase. It might be a tough act to follow, considering that the first 2 guest bloggers were the popular Freddy and Wayne, but you know what they say: save the best for last ^_~

I've known Jase since late fall/early winter of last year. He sent me an email right before Thanksgiving of 2004 in which he introduced himself and came across as well spoken and friendly. To be honest, a little TOO friendly, but you can't realy fault someone for that, can you? We began exchanging emails and phone calls shortly followed- as we got to know each other a little better, I was surprised to hear that he wasn't out of the closet yet! He said that he started his blog as a means of support and to find a gay community to make friends with and give him courage when he finally decided to come out, not an easy thing for anyone to do, even if you are sure the reactions will be positive.

The first time I actually met Jase in person was early December of 2004. There was this blogger get together at a midtown bar called Therapy, and I was excited and nervous about going. I felt that most of the other bloggers there knew each other, and that I would be getting in the way of established friendships. Yeah, I don't always have the highest self esteem. But anyway, I arrived the bar before Jase, walked in, and began searching for the bloggers who were there. I looked all over the place- the front, the back (where they all were but I didn't recognize anyone due to the dark lighting and large crowds), and all over the upstairs section. Again I searched the whole sea of mostly well dressed, urban gay men, but was unable to see any of the group pf bloggers there. Frustrated, I went outside and called Jase's cell phone. I recall he was coming from a get together on the Upper West Side/Morningside Heights area, and I stood waiting for him outside in the crisp air, having a smoke to calm my nerves. Just a few minutes later, I could see Jase crossing the street- I recognized him from the pictures he uploaded on his blog, and we went inside the bar- this time we found everyone in the back. I ended up having a great time that night- Jase was easy to talk to, and the other bloggers were so cool and friendly. It was interesting meeting the people behind the words I had grown to love. Oh, and Jase admitted to me that it was his first time in a gay bar- he seemed so relaxed!

Later in December, I had the priviledge of going out for Korean food with Jase, followed by a trip to a nearby Korean cafe where I must have had 4 large mugs of grossly overpriced coffee. The conversation was again interesting and not awkward in anyway. Christmas was approaching, and Jase was planning on coming out to his family on that day. Later, I walked Jase to Grand Central Station so he could take the subway home- we hugged like friends do on saying goodbye, and I promised to call him once Christmas rolled around to see how the reactions were. Once that day came, we spoke and things seemed good for the most part. No crying, screaming family members, no getting disowned. It was from this point forward that Jase could start living life the way he wanted to, without worrying what other people would think, without hiding a part of himself.

There was another fun night in January where Jase and I hung out with this blogger for a night of Japanese food, bar hopping, and a late night cafe trip in the cold, January rain/sleet. On entering Phoenix that January night, Jase seemed to want Rich and I to show him how to act, or what to do in a gay bar. Our responses were slightly sarcastic, saying things like 'Um, get a drink'. While was new to the 'scene' (I hate that phrase, by the way), we wanted to convey that there is no 'way' one has to be, and that he should just be himself. The fact that he wanted Rich and I to act as his 'gay teachers' was almost laughable as Rich and I have a tendency to be quite jaded and cynical at times. But, this was a while ago now. Jase seems happy and comfortable in his own skin. Being gay doesn't define you- it's just one aspect of oneself, and from observing Jase recently, he seems to have learned this. So go Jase, and get down wit' yo' bad self ^_^

Thank you.

Today is my last day of blogging, and the next surprise blogger has some good posts for everyone. I would like to thank everybody who continued to visit Jase's blog despite his absence. And to my blogger friends who made the time to read both my blog and Jase's ... I owe you guys!

Okay. So I'm a moron. I stole Groove's post.

*Ahem*

Thank you all very much for your patience and - well, putting up with my wacko-ness.

The next blogger will sure dazzle your visual sense as well as sexual desires. (OH wait. no. he's not like me. Don't worry. He's normal.)



Have a wonderful Weekend. :) And be F A B U L O U S!!

The Beauty Queen Summary

I've noticed that more and more and more and more men are going to the gym.
When I go to work every morning, I see suited men carrying gym bags going up and down the stair.
Aside from the buff and puff body, they've also worked on grooming their hair. (Thanks to Ryan Seacrest, the ultimate metrosexual.)

But aside from toning the body and gel-ing the hair... Do these men take care of their skin?!

I mean, a man can have the body built of Hercules, and yet the skin feel like pine tree in bed. (Hey, budy-rubbing is important)

It's like, a candy in golden foil wrap, and yet taste like sh*t.

That is why we should all pay attention to the texture of our skin. Our face and our body.

Since I'm a nature-freak. I will introduce you guys some of the products that I have used... And gotten great results. (But remember, everyone has different skin type. A product can work like miracle on me, and yet, can turn your skin into rotten tomato)

Let's start with our beautiful face:

* Exfoliate - Guys & Girls, doesn't matter what type of skin you have. Dry, Oily, or Combination, you've got to exfoliate your skin at least ONCE a week. Aside from cleaning the pores, it will get rid of dead skins, polish the texture, and promote new skin growth. One of the best facial scrub that I've ever used, is the Tomato Scrub by Bath and Body Works. (If you have dry skin, this is probably not the scrub for you.) However, $18 for a tube of scrub is pretty expensive. So, keep an eye out for this fabulous scrub during their Semi-Annual Sale. If you want to exfoliate your skin everyday - make sure you use a gentle scrub. (Example: DOVE Exfoliating Facial scrub)

* MASK - Oh, My, Gawd. This is a MUST. Use a Mask on your face Once or Twice a week. This will SUCK all the toxin and dirty out of your pores - It also firms your skin, to give you that more youthful look. (That's why when you use a mask, make sure you apply to your neck as well.) Personally, I have combination skin, and I find Bath and Body Work's Pore-Refining Neem Mask as one of the best. However, this thing STINGS. I mean, heck, whenever I used this product, tears would spew out the corner of my eyes. If you think you can endure 2 minutes of massive pain on your face, then you're still in the run for American's Next Top Model. For those of you with dry or sensistive skin, you can try The Body Shop's Evening Primrose Firming Mask. This stuff smelled great and doesn't dry-up at all. (Wait, I think someone told me that this mask has been discontinued?! Ahhh....)

* Scrub Mask 2-in-1 - Not everyone has the time to do Scrub and then Mask everyday. That's why there are those magical "Scrub/Mask 2-in-1" stuff out there. Origin's Never a Dull Moment is *THE* ultimate Scrub Mask out there. You rub it on your face. Massage for 1-2 minutes, then leave the mask on your face for about 20 minutes. Rinse off. Oh gosh, because this product contains papaya enzyme, it actually dissolves excess oil and dead skins that was trapped in the pores. Also, it gives your skin that amazing radiant glow - Mmmm! I love this stuff!! There's also The Body Shop's Honey Oat Scrub Mask that's good for Winter time.

* Cleanser - I haven't find one cleanser that I like. So, screw this part.

* Tonder - See Above.

* Serum - Serums were never popular back in the 90's. Now days, they are all over the place. But it does your skin wonders. Serums are usually applied on skin before the face lotion. My favorite serum is Origins' A Perfect World. People with oily/combination skin who don't want their face to shin like mirror, yet still want certain degree of moisture... Can use serum instead of those oil-free lotions. (Those usually stay Oil-Free for to 2 hours, then they will turn into salad dressing on your face) Usually, the purpose of the serums is to provide your skin the necessary nutrient to maintain skin health. Kiss My Face's Ester C-Serum is not bad either. Cheaper. But kinda liquidy. You can also use Serum as night cream too.

* Face Lotion - This can be tricky. Usually the purpose of a face lotion is to maintain the moisture on your face and to protect from environmental damage. UV Ray, of course. The number cause for skin cancer, premature aging and AGE SPOTS. (Ahhhh!) So, Gentlemen, make sure your face lotion contains SPF -- and Ladies, get the foundtaion (powder or liquid) that contains SunBlock. I remember one of the Talent Agent told me..."Always. Always. Always use Sun Block. Always!" Currently, I'm use Yves Rocher's Pro-Retinol 100% Végétal Self Defense Day Shield SPF 15.

* EYE Treatment - We only have one pair of eyes. And we've got to take good care of them. (And those lines around them) During the day, I use Yves Rocher's Pro-Retinol 100% Végétal Self Defense Eyes. Aside from the smooth texture, the cream contains micro-light reflectors. Which, does a very decent job reducing the appearence of my dark circles. At night, I use Bath and Body Works' Eye Do Miracle Eye Treament. (I finished the last drop this morning, I'm going to try A Perfect World for Eyes.) - As you can see, during the day time, I pretty much use "protective" stuff - and at night, it's the "Anti-Age/Repair" time.

* Bath/Shower - I love bath. I love taking bath. And believe me, I have used more Bath Salts than mermaids. Anyways - Taking a hot bath will really de-tox your body. (Same with the steam room.) It makes you sweat. Sweat out all the toxin. There are two types of Bath. One, is the de-tox bath, where you use Bath Salt and/or Essence Oil to improve your blood circulation. (Home-Made Bath Salt: Salt, 2 Spoons of Honey and a few drop of Oilve Oil) The other type, would be the soothing moisturing bath - Bubble Bath gel, Bath Lotion, Bath Frizz Balls... (Home-Made Bath Lotion: Baby dried Milk powder, Vitamin E oil, few drops of your hair conditioner) These will give your skin added moisture, and leaving your skin feel like silk. But I'm not sure if it actually CLEAN your body though. I usually feel slippery coming out of the tub. But remember, Boys and Girls. When you are taking a hot steamy bath, make sure you only stay in the tub for 20 minutes. Anythign after that, the harmful soap, or whatever crap you added in your tub may start damaging your water-soaken fragil skin.
For Showers, I would use body-shower-scrub at least once a week. Again, exfoliate to remove the dirty and dead skin that clogged the pores. Scrubs also have 'massage' effect on your skin. That help to tone and improve the texture of your skin. If you want to tone up your tummy, don't forget to massage your tummy with scrub in clock-wise circulation motion. (If you dont' have any scrub, you can use regular salt!)

* Body Lotion (DAY) - I'm all about firming up my skin. I've already been reaching the top of the hill, and I want my body to stay firm. (And bouncy, at the rear) I used to be a big fan of Bath and Body Works' Skin Firming Body Treatment. Aside from smelling good (I love Coconut Lime) - it firms up the skin, makes my skin feel very tone and smooth...and it contains GLITTER! But the price really killed my credit card. ($14 for 8oz?! I know. Expensive) But recently, I discovered Aveeno Daily Firming Lotion. It's light, smooth, and WORKS. ($8.00 for 10.3oz!!) - Oh, for those of you who have seen the ads for Dove's New Intensive Firming Lotionor L'Oreal's Sublime Slim Gel... Yack. Yack. Yack. I can't believe it's not BUTTER. Because they should be. Grease. Grease. Thick Lathering Grease that won't go away.

* Body Lotion (Night) - Especially after a nice hot bath. Where your skin is ready to absorbe moistures... Your night-time body lotion should be light enough so it won't stain your sheets or grease up your pajamas. One product that I would recommand, is Bath and Body Works' Lavander Vanilla Body Lotion. It's very light and absorbs very fast. Smells heavenly as well. But again, the scent might not suit some of you. I have a friend literly felt like throwing up after smelling it. During Summer time, instead of using night time body lotion, I'd use Body Mist instead.

Okay. I don't use all the products every day - I'm not crazy like that. :) But hey, you've got pamper yourself sometimes... Love your body!!! And your body loves you!!!

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Dear MzOuiser,

If you met a really hot guy on the train - like in talking to him and all - and didn't get to exchange phone numbers before you had to switch trains - would you hop the wrong train to prolong the conversation? Or bid the unknown a sad adieu? Or breathe on the window and write your number like in that cell phone commercial?

In today's world, I believe that everyone's a diva. Instead of me chasing after the guy, I think --- if he was really interested in me, he should have already gone on his knees and wrote his contact info on purple laced-cotton paper (with floral prints on the edges) and sing Britney's "Slave 4 U" as he hands it to me.

Or else, I'd move onto my next victum... I mean, that gym-bag carrying hottie with the broad shoulder, dark hair, lustful tan, strong arms, big chest, flat tummy, and that ultra firm bums.

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Dear Jon,

I would make you knit me a sweater from the sheep's wool while I took a nap.

As if, I can knit. But we can pet the sheep together. Or pet eachother's sheep.

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Dear GrooveTheory,

Ok, you, me and a sheep. Hmmmm. Have you ever had roasted sheep?

Yack. Sheeps are so cute. I'm Chinese, and yet I don't have the heart to eat them.