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I have always wanted to start a site. I wanted to talk about my life but I contemplated. Then I met Jay. Then I wanted to start a site for us. But I procrastinated. More than two years later, this is what I have now, a humble beginning. Just like any couples, we have been through many good and hard times together and this is one reason what this site is for: to put down our story in writing. So that this blog will witness our existence and hopefully we can flip through the archives one day and laugh at the silly things we did and be touched by Jay's heroic deed. Hi, I am Kay, we are boyfriends and this is the our story.
I'm Kay  Male. Smart and sentimental. 26yo. Enjoys movies (and porn) and reality shows. Sleeper. Uptight. Likes Robbie Williams. Has been to Singapore. Ogles at men. Just wants to be happy. Prefers to wear boxers. Selfless.
I'm Jay  Male. Sexy and studly. 29yo. Loves sushi and everything meat. Swimmer. Forgetful. Likes House music. Travels world over. Ogles at Kay. Want to be rich but not necessary famous. Likes not to wear underwear. Selfish.
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Friday, July 15, 2005
The Package  I went to work the other day forgeting that it was yoga day. It was only after work when I realized that I didn't bring my workout wear. Being the lazy person I was, I kept my sweatpants in the office locker after my session last week and so my major problem of not having an appropriate clothing was sorted out. In replacement of my favourite grey cotton tee that I always wear, I had no other choice but to roll up my long sleeved shirt and make do with it.  Then when I thought everything should have been fine although I look a tad awkward, I came to know, when I was changing to my sweatpants, that I was wearing boxer shorts instead of briefs. Major problem. I couldn't put on my sweatpants over my boxers because the sweatpants were more fitted than regular ones and it would be rather uncomfortable to do so. So I had two options: 1. Go commando. Yeah, just go with the sweatpants only without my boxers but that would have the ladies and a few men perhaps ogling at my crotch. You see, for a pair of sweatpants quite tight you might just be able to see the contour of my dick and balls whenever I get into the balancing bear or camel position, or the wheel position or the dancer...in fact any position! 2. Or I stay with the boxers and the sweatpants. I chose the latter. I went into the class and as soon as I got into position I saw all the creases of the boxers surfacing on my sweatpants. It was obvious and it looked as if I was wearing a skirt underneath. It was pretty ugly for someone like me who is shy and self-conscious.  Luckily I was wearing my working shirt and the shirt pretty much covered the ugly part while doing sitting postures but it didn't really help much at standing and bending. The class ended as usual and no one commented or said anything about my pants but I shall remember not to wear boxers again on yoga day. Hmmm, should I try jockstraps? Better still, forget about getty fussy on what to wear. Go au naturale with this type of yoga.
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