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Hilarious lah!

Disclaimer: Please don't arrest me! This is meant purely for kicks. We all need a good laugh sometimes, don't we?

“Hey wanna go out for a spin later? We go rewel (railway) for dinner.”

“Sure. What time you coming by?”

I met up with my butty boy for our routine fag-hag session. We went to KTM for their nasi goreng, tom yam and boiled cockles. One thing about having a good gay bud is you can be assured of an eclectic cum eccentric (by daily top 40s standards) music selection in his collection. On top of an already immaculate wardrobe and extensive range of skin care of course. We alternated between the likes of Benny Goodman, Duke Ellington, Peterpan and Leonard Bernstein. I think he’s the only friend I have who could appreciate the West Side Story symphony as much as I do.

We had five drinks between us and a hot plate of steaming cockles begging to be pried open and dipped in chilli padi sauce. Teh Halia was consumed after meal-a customary must for yours truly.

We spinned around, drove past Club Street and unanimously agreed we needed a drink. Halted. Bought two bottles of the devil’s drink, opened the boot, stuffed our asses in and drank from the back of the car. It was a moment: sipping our drink quietly on a quiet street, dragging a sampoerna watching the cars whiz past. It was quite a sight-everyone turned to look. Probably we look weird with half our ass stuffed in the boot, rocking our legs and lala-ing the time away.

I opened my big mouth, big enough to voice my desire to drive his car. He drove down East Coast, braving the mean street hooligans and voyeurs. Su had her first lesson in front of a manual wheel. It was hilarious because I kept releasing my clutch and panicking over the gear shifts. My boisterous laugh probably put off the range of masturbators, lovers and blow jobbers the whole time we were there. But its okay-I managed five successful turns around the huge parking lot-many thanks to Aiyad tutoring me on the buggy and allowing me to steer his car whenever he drives. Think it was a nightmare for him. The last time we had the buggy ride, I accelerated while reversing and jammed on the brakes after he kept screaming STOOOOP!! He left his balls behind on that ride. I doubt I’ll get any car lessons from him coming my way any time soon.

So anyways, we stopped at the third gear. My parking lessons came undone because (again) I couldn’t stop giggling and kept releasing the clutch and in the end, Luqe had to pee badly from all that exasperation. Hah.

It was fun. Simple fun. We had the time of our lives singing out loud to Peterpan with the windows down along the ECP.

Sometimes I live for moments like this.

Damien Rice played Hallelujah.

GODAMMIT!!!

Yes, that was the cover made popular by Jeff Buckley. Didn't help that song was running through my head the entire day.

Oh well. Another time, another day perhaps.

“Remember the 5^th of November. Remember”

It’s fucken awesome that just a single line could sum up and carry the weight of an entire movie. I still can't get over it. 

Amazing innit?

V for Vendetta is fantastic. Reminds me of:

• The Crow
• Phantom of the Opera
• Shawshank Redemption
• Daniel Easterman : His novels always centers on a dystopian future. Only he doesn’t have a cool and in Lissa’s words, a “wanky doo” hero. Protagonist stands out a million mile.
• Or George Orwell for that matter.

Lastly,

The political dictation reeks of the French Revolution’s Reign of Terror. I could see Robespierre in the chancellor and the bourgeoise / sans-cullottes in the masses.

It’s a mixture of ideas, but it was compacted soooo well.

And the soundtrack people: you will love the way jazz/bossa was carried out and streamed on the film. Even tchaikovsky 1812 overture was given a new look. Class A.