Archive for February, 2007

life. frozen

Saturday, February 24th, 2007

A good friend showed me his personal collection of our childhood photographs taken as early as 17 years ago. I was amazed to see our transformation and how bad we all looked back then.

It was the time when we felt like we could take over the world, and nothing would stand in our way (except our parents & teachers). The time when we felt that Tommy Page and NKOTB were the best male vocals in the whole universe (I still feel sometimes that they actually do).

A period in my life that I didn’t feel proud of, but one that I always recall fondly whenever I need some amusement or to feel good about myself.

It will never go. It just waits silently, waiting for my next visit.

look them in the eye?

Wednesday, February 21st, 2007

Here’s an idea.

Let’s make a special episode of Fear Factor, where all the participants are male, and instead of putting them through dangerous stunts, disgusting insects and all, they must go through these 15 scary things.

It’ll be interesting to see if any of them can survive it.

sweet madness

Wednesday, February 14th, 2007

Valentine’s Day is the only time when man puts aside all his logical thoughts, and let his heart take control for a day.

It’s also the best day to see men clumsily going around the card shop looking for the most romantic quotes on the card; and for some, it could be the only day they’re going into a flower shop for a bouquet.

Let’s admit it. Men are like a fish out of the water when they are in a flower shop. Just put us in a shop where we can drool over that magnificent X-Wing diecast model.

While walking around with our flowers, we never pass up the opportunity to secretly measure up with the other guys to see who has the bigger bouquet and more colourful flowers. We can’t help it, it’s in our nature to always be better & bigger.

Ah Bengs with pimpled face snigger at us who have bouquet at hand. But deep down, they are envious with our position. It’s a normal denial & defensive position. They’ll trade their arrogance & Marlboros with a chance to have someone to give flowers to.

Ah, Valentine’s Day…such a sweet madness.