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    About Me

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    • Member since: 07/08/11
    • Last active: More than a week ago
    • Age: 40
    • First location: Guangzhou, Guangdong, China
    • Relationship Status: Single
    • Looking for: Friends, Dating or Relationship, Training Buddies
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    My Stats and Info

    • Build: Stocky
    • Height: 6' 1''
    • Weight: 220 lbs
    • Waist: 35 inches
    • Chest:
    • Arms:
    • Hair color: Shaved
    • Eye color: Blue
    • Ethnicity: White
    • My gym: 7-9 pm Zhonghua Guangchang
    • Weight training: 5 times per week
      90 minutes per session
    • Cardio training: 2 times per week
      60 minutes per session
    • Sports I like: Tennis, Weight training, Volleyball
    • Other sports I like: men-hunting
    • HIV status: HIV -
    • Safer sex?: Always


    What I am looking for? Thanx a lot, guys, for your messages and asking me that question. I guess that would mean that in some way you must be interested in me. What am i looking for?...

    It is similar to a Shakespearean Protagonist's question - i guess as everyone else I'm looking for:

    *someone to hold my hand, my body, my soul through this life with its sneaky ups and down, when i go up in smiles and down in pain, when i am a mess in the sleepless hours of my creative insanity and when i just smile to him, while we both toss up the lettuce in a bowl, preparing weekend treats for our friends who come over to get together with us and have a great meal and even a better chat;

    *a group of friends who are there for you in times of good or bad, the ones who would turn themselves inside out to focus to hear what you have to say, when ur heart is not right or your body is wrong, the ones who are not afraid to stand by you when you go fighting the windmills because you believe that's what makes sense in your life, and the ones that can slap back the reality into you, when u r losing a grip of it or be their with you on an ordinary weekend camping day, frying potatoes and meat over an open forest fire, the ones who do not constantly cancel on you, keep you waiting as their makeup session takes long and is more important than a simple respect or stand you up or hurry through a weekend lunch to get into someone's pants;

    *a circle of people who you could refer to as your "momentum extraordinaire", the people who you were weak with in your desire and succumbed to the pleasures of a temporary exchange of kisses, hugs, body touch and passionate love-making instances that blur and sharpen from one to another, the ones that don't kiss-n-tell and who aren't sitting silently while others are taking my life apart and painting it Emergency Red or tagging me "obscene, awkward, loose, immoral" with what they stealthily do behind the closed doors of their bedrooms, pretending to be saints and angels;

    *and a society that would not judge "the book by its cover".

    Im pretty sure that 's what im looking for at this moment in my life. Not sure where, how or whether at all you would picture yourself fitting in any of those categories but i would be happy to give this connection any sort of a start to discover where the pieces would fall and how they would fit in the puzzle of my complicated life.

    Sorry to have answered that way... i was right there writing my novel's chapter when one of you caught me off-guard with your message so i hope my style, still reeking of pathetic sentimentalism or seen as a pretentionalism, wouldn't set you off :-)

    What do u think?

    The struggle of man against life is the struggle of memory against forgetting.

    by Alex Ray on Sunday, March 27, 2011 at 1:03pm
    This is the beginning of a new day. You have been given this day to use it as you will. You can waste or use it for good. What you do today is important because you are exchanging a day of your life for it. When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever; in its place is something that you have left behind...let it be something good.

    My formula for living is quite simple. I get up in the morning and I go to bed at night. In between, I occupy myself as best as I can. I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day. Living involves tearing up one rough draft after another. To live remains an art which everyone must learn, and which no one can teach. In life we all have an unspeakable secret, an irreversible regret, an unreachable dream and an unforgettable love.

    A life without cause is a life without effect. Life's not always fair. Sometimes you can get a splinter even sliding down a rainbow. Life is a foreign language: all men mispronounce it. Life is the hyphen between matter and spirit. Life is a whim of several billion cells to be you for a while. Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be.

    My life has a superb cast but I can't figure out the plot - there's The Scriptwriter who keeps updating the scenario day-to-day, minute-to-minute and I am on my tiptoes, anticipating, that the worst twists were already laid out in the previous chapters and the best is yet to come. At times I feel furious, malignant, weak and bereaved - as every other director of the Script, that is my life, I would also like to have a more stable plot, a more clearly outlined narration with less ugly, meaningless, empty, depressive descriptions, yet with more inspiring events and steadily positive characters.

    In this mysterious life-priced script of existence I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather have my spark burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time. I say, if your knees aren't green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life.

    I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance; to live so that which comes to me as seed goes to the next as blossom and that which comes to me as blossom, goes on as fruit.

    As we struggle to make sense of things, life looks on in repose. There is suffering in life, and there are defeats. No one can avoid them. It's better to lose some of the battles in the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you're fighting for.

    Go without a coat when it's cold; find out what cold is. Go hungry; keep your existence lean. Wear away the fat, get down to the lean tissue and see what it's all about. The only time you define your character is when you go without. In times of hardship, you find out what you're made of and what you're capable of. If you're never tested, you'll never define your character.

    No matter who we are, where we're going, or where we've been, we all struggle. Everyone has battles. Everyone, at one time or another, faces the every moment, to day, to year, trials of existence. Such is life. Sometimes simple - sometimes complicated. When we wake up with challenges, we wake up with choices. To either overcome all that holds us down by going against what opposes us - or to continue sitting quietly in the foul stench of our own disability, while at the same time surrendering ourselves to dear and failure. Life shifts, spins, and relocates as we do. We all have the ability to switch our fear of failure into an energy to overcome any trial.

    The highest reward for a man's toil is not what he gets for it, but what he becomes by it. It's a good thing to have all the props pulled out from under us occasionally. It gives us some sense of what is rock under our feet, and what is sand. Sometimes one has simply to endure a period of depression for what it may hold of illumination if one can live through it, attentive to what it exposes or demands.

    Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will find them gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.

    People find life entirely too time-consuming.

    One moment it was there, another moment it is gone. One moment we are here, and another moment we have gone. And for this simple moment, how much fuss we make! How much violence, ambition, struggle, conflict, anger, hatred, just for this small moment! Just waiting for the train in a waiting room on a station, and creating so much fuss: fighting, hurting each other, trying to possess, trying to boss, trying to dominate - all that politics. And then the train comes and you are gone forever.

    When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me.

    Our struggle to put first things first can be characterized by the contrast between two powerful tools that direct us: the clock and the compass. The clock represents our commitments, appointments, schedules, goals, activities -- what we do with, and how we manage our time. The compass represents our vision, values, principles, mission, conscience, direction -- what we feel is important and how we lead our lives. In an effort to close the gap between the clock and the compass in our lives, many of us turn to the field of "time management."

    My darkest moments, my most fearful times, when faced, became my bravest. At your weakest, you end up showing more strength; at your lowest you are suddenly lifted higher than you've ever been. They all border one another, these opposites, and show how quickly we can be altered.

    The only way of finding the limits of the possible is by going beyond them into the impossible.

    The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen. They come out of the shell of struggles and swimming against the current - in that way they know how strong it is and how weak they may be. I believe in the beauty in everyone.

    To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting. So carry on !!!

    Hugs & Peace!

    Guys I'm Looking To Meet

    I especially like:

    big features (like nose, lips, chin,...)
    wearing shorts and slippers showing his great legs and toes
    wearing suit showing his total control
    wearing nothing showing his strength
    wearing me on his hand showing to the whole world we are up against them all invincible :-)

    into: big guys, mature, educated, westernized.
    Can't stand ppl who laugh at others, eat like pigs, wear white socks with black shoes, burp, fart & don't cut their nails & pubic bush.


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