Awaiting Glutter – The Comic

what could be more thought provoking than this?
bring on the mindfucks –

i can’t wait!

the talents:
the artist: Jason Meents
the brain: the gluttergirl herself from Glutter

La vie boheme ~

When I traveled South to the Lion City to watch RENT, I knew I was looking forward to this one powerful lesbian musical argument – powerful and rich with the right words and vocal attributions. My brother swears the Aussie version is still much better BUT– I cannot forget the one between Maureen and Joanne at the Singapore theatres.

Maureen:
Every single day, I walk down the street
I hear people say, baby – so sweet
Ever since puberty, everybody stares at me
Boys, girls I can’t help it baby –

So be kind and don’t lose your mind
Just remember, that I am your baby
Take me for what I am
Who I was meant to be
And if you give a damn, take me baby,
Or leave me

Take me baby or leave me
A tiger in a cage can never see the sun
This diva needs her stage baby
Lets have fun, you are the one I chose
Folks will kill to fill your shoes
You’ll love the limelight too my baby
SO be mine and don’t waste my time cryin oh honeybear are you still my my baby?

Take me for what I am
Who I was meant to be
And if you give a damn, take me baby,
Or leave me
No way can I be what I’m not
But hey don’t you want your girl hot?
Don’t fight, don’t lose your head
Cause every night who’s in your bed?
Who is in your bed?

Joanne:
It won’t work
I look before I leap
I love margins and discipline
I make lists in my sleep baby
What’s my sin? never quit I follow through
I hate mess but I love you
What to do with my impromptu baby?
So be wise, cause this girl satisfies
You’ve got a prize, so don’t compromise, you’re one lucky baby!

Joanne – Maureen
Take me for what I am – a control freak
Who I was meant to be – a snob yet over attentive
And if you give a damn, – a lovable droll geek!
take me baby, – hahaha -
Or leave me – and ANAL RETENTIVE!

That’s it! The straw that breaks my back
I quit! Unless you take it back!
WOMEN! WHAT IS IT ABOUT THEM?!
Can’t live, with them or without them!

Take me for what I am
Who I was meant to be
And if you give a damn, take me baby,
Or leave me

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song and lyrics copyrights of Jonathan Larson

i just want to be there where you are -

When I first met Paul, I knew a lot about him already. We were online friends who flirted with words, chatroom operators ganging up against the first sign of abusive chatters who flood the room with bitterness and sexual intolerance; and chat in rainbow coloured fonts. This was where I picked up lay-htmls *LOL* online chatting. No, paul and I weren’t the only ones there. When I first met Paul, I liked what I saw. A package of testosterone sweetness. The moment I saw him, all the emotions and naughtiness we have shared as good online friends materialises and solidified – in the form of a man.

The trouble with me is that it is too much fun having a conversation from behind the LCD display of my laptop. My eyes have learned to synchronise with the static blinks of the LED lights at the tip of my flash drive. I have had come to a point where I’d feel naked without the laptop in my bag. The only reason why I have yet to christen it with a name is because it will only make my dependency worst. So there I was, predictably uncomfortable when I know I should not be. All I could think of was – I need a Drink! Then I need to fuck him. – and all that happened like as if it was meant to be. And then in the morning, I was reborn an ice queen.

What was all that about?

I become this whole new other person. I was the mean witch in the morning and poor Paul got the chill of the freeze. What I did was very unforgiving. We did continue chatting like it never happened except that like almost all online friendship – they just fade away and Paul eventually did. What’s so sweet of him is that he sent me a gift; Mindhunter – inside the mind of a serial killer – a non fiction hardback I’ve been dying to read; by John Douglas. Where in the world is this guy? Then again, it’s not just Paul I’m looking for – but also a roomful of people I used to spend twelve to eighteen hours a day with; at the speed of 56.6 – (realistically its only 46.6). In a world that is troubling with political insurgence, the number of innocent deaths is rising at alarming rate. I just wanna know if they are okay, how are they are doing and of course along the way meet those who were fifteen now twenty five. Hmmm – heheheh. FYI, I still sleep with a snow-white polar bear, a surprise present from an online crush.

Plus, I want to apologize to him.

Ballerina Girl

s u n d a y

Today, I thought I’d listen to one of my earliest compilation of burnt CDs just to celebrate Sunday for nothing – and I am all that – ‘easy like a Sunday morning…’ – Of course, in the compilation is Ballerina Girl. Thoughts of B come flooding in. B was a talented, compact package of dynamite bursting with original ideas and zest for life – His is a generous soul who always has invites for my brother and moi to Spring/Summer fashion shows; never fail to send us a postcard to tell us how much fun India or Thailand is and always brings back goodies for us, like as if we were his long lost siblings. We spent quite an amount of time giggling over our make-up/makeover sessions gossing about muscle-marys and royal scandals. His career in fashion gave him no air of arrogance and never have I seen a guy who can walk with ease in a sarong tied in the minangkabau style in the middle of this great city. B is beautiful with a mouthful of pepper and velvety red rose petals; and I miss him and his royal highness’ antics. It is a very painful situation to be in to have found out about a dear friend’s sudden and unfortunate demise and how it happened. B’s life seems too cheap to someone out there in hiding, I wish I knew who and why. I am so angry but i have to ignore it – Ballerina Girl as I remember him – and there is only one thing I pray for you, B – may your soul rest in peace, forever and ever.