I watched my first episode of “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy” the other night, alone. Shoot me, but I found the gay guys, although pretentious, very cute and adorable. (I wasn’t surprised as I’m all for femininity.)

I randomly brought up the subject at the dinner table that night, and Mum immediately showed her distaste.

“Gay guys are disgusting. Don’t you think?”

“To think so, Mum, you are disgusting.”

No, I didn’t say that. I kept quiet. Somehow her affirmation doesn’t seem to matter that much any more.

The thing that I’d be happy and Mum wouldn’t is that, my feeling for him isn’t so strong now. I’m glad it’s just another infatuation; and despite the confusion and everything, it felt good while it lasted.

Actually, I think I’ll even be joining my first meeting (barbeque) with the other out-of-the-closet (or not?) lesbians out there, organised by my local lesbian organisation. You know, to make love and so – friends; to make friends, I mean.

Oh, and I’ll be getting my own domain very soon! Isn’t that exciting? My first ever domain?

Wait, why am I here? Engineering Mechanics, Engineering Mechanics, Engineering Mechanics…