Looked at myself in the mirror today and still couldn't find the resemblance. Seriously. Didn't I get mistaken for a porn-obsessed sexual perv just a month back? When did I suddenly turn into a turbanned and mustachioed religious cleric?
Then again it was dark, I'd grown a beard and I was eating kosher food.
Very few things make me squeamish. Okay, maybe torn hands dangling by the ligaments. And possibly tapeworms.
Jealousy. It's an ugly, selfish emotion that has crept up on the best of us. Even knightly Arthur himself wasn't spared the sly, green-eyed demon when Lancelot made the moves on his queen.
Just today, I stumbled across an old porn film that I first watched years - and years back. An incestuous lil gay porn that involved three virile, highly adventuresome ( and shockingly inventive ) brothers.
Seems even the fates are conspiring against us. Feel terribly victimized with our already tattered reputations slandered and besmirched by those who don't know better.
With an education partly based on the misguided teachings of Islamic-inclined tutors, there has been much argument on the feasibility of consuming pork.
Start cracking those books, kids. Cutting coupons to buy groceries simply isn't fun. If there's a valid argument for studying smart to get into an economically viable course such as geology ( forget about medicine which is purely altruistic! ), it's that being poor actually sucks.
Seriously. Forget about saving the whale. Forget about saving the orang-utan. Forget about staying away from shark's fin soup.
We come to love not by finding the perfect person but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
It's almost midnight on a weekend and I'm still busy in my garden patch planting my pumpkins and squash.
Ever been on the wrong side of a crazed rant meant for someone else?Virago : You sir! I have things to tell you!Paul : Umm.
Some boys prefer sappy love songs and poetry.Some boys prefer wine and roses. Some boys prefer leather and chains.
Not all friends should mix. Another argument for keeping parts of my life separate and compartmentalized? I suddenly came to the realization that a large number of my friends - at least the ones I regularly share discourse with - are all affiliated with one another.
*Shhh*Speak of it to no one but it seems as if I've been breaking the law. Thoroughly unbeknownst to me, I've actually been living on borrowed electricity.
Like Nervous Nancy.Seems she takes just about everything casually. And I think it's time we put a stop to that.
You know those television ads where they warn kids not to try ridiculously dangerous stunts at home? As unpolitically correct as I am, well most of the advice I'd give should carry that very same warning.
Marching inexorably into your mid-thirties is far from a reason to celebrate. Just about everything's starting to sag, your vaunted metabolism just isn't what it used to be and that sexy barista you just flirted with could be young enough to be a .
I like to people watch. With my seriously antisocial behaviour, I might not be a people person but I still like observing.
Sitting reading poetry in a courtyard under the glow of moonlight with a cup of green tea. Bamboo leaves being rustled in the late evening breeze.
Electronic mail. Instant messages. And now twitters. Seems like the more advanced technology gets, the more distant we get from each other.