H U A N G Z I T A O

"How I love thee, let me count the ways." From your eyes to the bags underneath, your aristocratic nose and your plump lips - but it's not just about your face. Masculinity lies above broad shoulders, fit muscles, down to the abs, down to the thighs. But it's your voice; thin, breathy, husky, like you made it your life purpose to wreck our sanity and send us all down to a complete surrender.

"Lovin' him is red"

Maybe, maybe no...because when I first saw you doing a show you wore the colour blue. The next and the next more next time I saw you I was lost in different hues. Manliness can't be define as a guy doing lifts, a guy that never cries, a guy who's chauvinist. It could mean lots of other things; like Tao with girly scream, Tao crying over ghosts, Tao looking fab chic.

"Angel"

That's what you are. People make fun of you doing silly stuff and saying the most random of things but I think you are the most genuine, sincere, true. I love the Huang Zitao that is you. I see a child with fears and doubts but your dreams and hopes are much more bigger. When there's you, the scene becomes blissful and you make it much better.