Separated at Birth



By some strange coincidence, I happen to be in ownership of that exact same pair of pants.

By some uncanny coincidence, I happen to bear resenblence to that person in question.

By some other coincidence, I happen to have that kind of hair not too long ago (and growing back to that unkempt length too at neckbreaking pace)

Henceforth, my band will be called 'Midnight day' (午夜天). Now all I need is a black T-shirt. Oh, and some band members would be nice too.

Labels: Sightings

Homophobia

Once again, apologies for the slow updates. To everyone, readers, but mostly myself. Life has been distractingly pleasurable, ever since the discovery of PRC websites and the security they give in the underground procurement of intellectual property.

But I digress. So anyway...

As an ultimate test of homophobia, I kissed a man while clubbing last thursday night. And YES fyi, I am a man (well, actually more a boy imho, but that's another issue). While it does not really matter the sexual orientation of the other party, and maybe it was helped by the fact that it was with an equally crazy friend (with brownie points for him tearing his pants at 'the cage'), the fact is I did it, and didn't seem to mind it at all.

Well did it feel good? Was it better?
All I can say is, you don't bungee jump and ponder if the wind taste good. Sure, it can taste different, but nobody really cares about that when you're adventuring on something else totally.

In fact, I kind of feel like an actor! Haha.. In lieu of hills laden with damaged spinal chords garnering top honours recently, does that mean that i might actually meet my hot real life fiance @ MOS itself? :P (Oh my! That is SO gay! Using passe emoticons to prove a point and lighten up the mood! Well, I always love a good parody or satire.)

I don't think so. As a loyal Zoukalite, gimme Jiak Kim Street anytime. Which reminds me to actually check out the new interior deco after their short hiatus away from the limelight (which was actually quite sometime ago). Oh, but I'd pass for the regular trannies that used to plough the club; they're reserved for my friend simon. ;)

Labels: FFT (Food for thought), Whine

selective memory

There's a theory out there that postulates, the reason why oldies always sounds better than whatever contemporary music kids are listening to nowadays is because nobody remembers the trashy music that was blatantly embarrassingly overplayed during our generation.

Hence, people love reminiscising about school days, but nobody seem to remember the countless sober nights stayed up, be it on the pretext of it or seriously doing work. The feeing sucks, and dissonance is of priority here.

The story has been retold countless times: as a young preschooling boy, I thought i'd die at the age of 25. Because seriously, I can't see myself anywhere beyond that.

Now that I've lived beyond my life expectancy, what now? 3 months from now, I'd have a complete lifestyle overhaul.

But for now, 1 day from now, I have a test and an assignment due today. I can't see myself out of this out either.

Motivation's a bitch.

Labels: Whine