Men Are Jerks: October 2005

Monday, October 24, 2005

6 Days to Shalloween

30th of October is International Shalloween Day!

It's a day before Halloween... and it's definitely more fun. As its name indicates, it's a day to celebrate life and shallowness. Rumour has it that it reads Shallow Win many moons ago... well anyway... It's a day when we will admit that we are shallow... and we will show it. We will acknowledge that it's OK to be shallow, and we will not pretend that we are not. Everyone is encouraged to come out from their "closet" and be proud to be shallow.

It's a day when no one will pretend that looks don't matter. It's a day when no one should pretend that they go for inner beauty. Yes, we look at your face, we want to know if u have huge biceps and washboard abs (and we do not accept any thing less than 6 packs), we want to know how much you earn, what you work as and who do you know, what car you drive, and what is your address. No, we don't care about your personality. We want to know how much you will spend on us too. yes.

Typically, people all around the world, gay or straight, men or women, practice it all year round, but no one admits that he /she practices it. As most people (we call them hypocrites) will condemn shallowness. So on the International Shalloween Day, we will go around ... from door to door saying, "Trick and treat!" Basically, we will trick you, you will still have to treat us. Of course not just candy... lavish gifts and fancy dinner. That's more like it.

Now let's count down to that meaningful day... when no one needs to pretend that they are not shallow.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Happy?

A guy who is in between fren / acquaintance was down in SG yesterday, and I was hoping to go out so I didn't mind to hang out with him... and i called him at 11 p.m. to make plan to meet him. The plan was to drink in his hotel room a lil before we hit the club. When I arrive there were already a few of them there, sipping their champagne and chit chatting. As all the guys were drinking happily, sharing private jokes, exchanging fashion tips and moving slowly together with the tempo of the dance music in the room, I was trying to be interested or at least sound interested in the topic of conversation... but the thing is, I don't. Champagne makes me blush, makes me smile, but it cannot make me happy.

Later in the club I met this pretty cool girl (real girl). We chatted a bit and were dancing together... drinking drinks after drinks, dancing to some unknown music. I am sure I needed some anaesthetic, but I am not sure whether it's to make me forget all the elbowing that I got the whole night, or the loneliness. In such a big club with hundreds of gay men with throbbing music, I have never felt more alone. Getting drunk is the best way of enjoying myself. You don't have to talk to anyone, or mind all the elbowing. The world is spinning, and so was I. I couldn't figure out what music was playing anymore, or who was beside me. It has all became better... or so my intoxicated mind thought.

I do not know what time was it but the club was getting empty. All the guys are apparently leaving to another club, which is supposedly more "happening" after 3. The gang is moving and I didn't mind cos the alcohol effect was still strong. There I was greeted by another acquiantance and hundreds of other half naked men. The truth is, I never liked this club. But where else could I go alone at this hour? It was before long this acquiantance come over while I was just following the beat and moving my body. All of a sudden he just squeezed my shoulders really really hard. So hard that it hurts. So hard that I could barely stand up straight. Instinctively, I took one of his hand to squeeze it real hard too. Maybe he will realise that it actually hurts to be squeeze real hard. I guess he realised that, and so he bit me on my back to "make me let go". Even now I didn't know if I bleed or get blue black ... but it didn't matter. He just turned to me and yelled (from what I can recalled) "What the f*** are you doing? I was trying to wake you up! What the f*** are you doing? I was just trying to wake you up! Did you know that you hurt me? What the f*** was that for? What the f*** did you think you were doing? I was just trying to wake you up? I don't want to talk to you and NEVER NEVER call me again. What the f***!?" He gave a glare (much similar to mine) and left. (For the record, I never call him since I arrive in SG, other than last night to try to find out where the other guys were. And I wasn't planning to.)

I was stunt for a while... I was thinking my intoxicated mind must have failed me. What did I miss? And then he returns, and gave me a glare (that looks like I killed his parents) and walked pass me. I suddenly felt really sick. More sick than ever. I felt humiliated tho I doubt many people will hear it thanks to the loud music... and the alcohol really numbs it. I didn't want to stay any moment longer than necessary and I didn't want to fight back, or say anything, to anyone either. It didn't matter. This is their place. These are their sisters.

There is a Chinese saying... A tiger that is in trouble will even be bullied by a dog. Indeed.

Friday, October 21, 2005

Lonely Boat Quay

Today marked the second day of my staying ALONE in Singapore. While I knew all along that this day will come, it is nevertheless pretty depressing. I think I must have settled in pretty well here. 7.30 a.m. wake up. breakfast. 8.00 a.m. leave my house. 8.40 a.m. reach office. 1.00 p.m. lunch. 2.00 p.m. work again. 8 p.m. leave office. go to gym. 10.00 p.m. go home. 10.30 p.m. reach home. clean up some shit (literally!) and sleep. What is missing is... there won't be anyone home waiting for me, offering me a lift home from time to time, bring me to fancy restaurants and making sure that I have everything I need / want. The house just seems extra quiet (well, it is quiet anyway)... and I have never felt more alone before.

Two days in a row I purposely walk along a small stretch of Boat Quay before I hop on to my train to go home. From far I can see a long stretch of bars and pubs by the river side. Happy Hour. Happy people. There is a distinctive smell at Boat Quay... probably a mixture of the smell of salt water (or is it garbage?) and beer. I dunno. I even saw a Indon worker berpancaran with Santa by the river side as I was going home alone to the empty house. It's not Christmas yet... but who knows... they are probably happier.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Small doses of Singapore

Today marks the end of my first fortnight as a resident of Singapore... work is tough, especially when I have to prove myself all over again in a new environment, getting to work takes longer than usual, and having to battle through 10,000 people to get into the train to get to work everyday doesn't help either... but there some little things reminds me life ain't that tough, and that happiness does come in small doses:

1. Free flow of espresso at work
2. Killiney's kaya toast and teh si
3. Carrot cake (char kuey kak) and oyster omelette
4. Seafood platter + Seafood bisque @ Mezza9
5. FF pool with a view
6. Shiro's grilled salmon
7. Chicken masala wrap @ Toast
8. Fabulous gay accessories @ New Urban Male
9. 1 SG boy has 6 packs... 2 SG boys have 12 packs ... 3 SG boys have 18 packs... 4 SG boys have 24 packs... 5 SG boys have 30 packs... ... ...

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Bush rules!

Another dick seen. Still full bush. Traumatised.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

A Malaysian Boy in SG (Part II)

It occurs to me that I have not been posting any entry since I have arrived in SG...

I realised..
1. Gay men in Singapore are more "open" and out... they seem to be everywhere;
2. They like go totally naked in the changing room... and all those I saw... have a full bush. Pretty gross... but it could be a trend here;
3. MRT brings me everywhere... but I never have to walk that much to get around (which is kinda ironic, dunch you think?);
4. The cost of living in Singapore is not that high... and Singaporeans get much better treatment at work;
5. It is VERY cruisy in MRT... and it could take just one smile to get laid;
6. GWM here are much much hotter than those in KL... and they are younger and fitter too;
7. There are a lot of men with hot bodies in SG... but they may not be gay. And no matter what... MJH has got the highest head count for hotties.