Rekindling
Sunday, December 17, 2006
I guess Friday was pretty screwed up with plans going haywire but at the end of the day, I was happy to spend valuable time with Lydia whom i last saw in August and Dean whom last bitch slapped me last Thursday. So it was all worthwhile scuttling ( my new fav word y'all ! ) all over orchard after spending a good time at Suntec's McDonald's, officially known as the Confession Box for the three of us.
Anyway, we talked about "stuff" and relationships. Once again, I'm the last one standing without any female/male projectile on my arm. Yes, I'm single and may or may not be loving it. If you've known me for sometime, i'm what people would label as confused, in every aspect of the word.
I find it really weird that people in school would deem me homosexual just by the people i hang out with and the cooky antics i get myself into everyday. No, i'm not ashamed of such a label, in fact, i've taken it into my stride. Gays are artistic, fluent, eloquent and good looking. Though the latter does not necessarily apply to me, it still persists as one of the "characteristics" of gays in Singaporean society or any society for that matter. Heck it if people think i'm gay or sissy, it can't be much of a bother anyway. You don't see any other dude in PJC who knows so many girls other than myself. I put the brainless git jocks in school to shame.
I was telling Lydia that i most probably would freak out if i were to have sex with my partner. I can't imagine looking at anything more foreign than my own genitals. I sometimes ponder why other males totally drool over boobs and ( ermmmm ) Vs. I don't think i would have the courage to have sex. Okay, that sounded way too weird. When i did an online test few years back, it stated my sex drive as only 7% while my bestie number two scored 97%. Embarrassing hor!
Aiyah, excuse my ramblings, i'm just waiting for the darn rain to subside so i can go Popular and get myself pretty pens and sketchbooks for me to doodle little hearts and swirls in it.
before i go, i think i look so gross. I might just start shattering all reflective surfaces in my house and turn into a hermit or a hobo or a vegabond or you
There are only so few girls whom i really appreciate . With them around, i don't need a girlfriend, boyfriend, drag queen, gay, lesbian or even a tranny for that matter.
With that, to the ladies in my life :
miee lubb eeeuuux
xoxo
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