A peaceful Sunday it was, complimented with warmth poured down like sweet honey from the skies. I found myself at the five foot way of Kay Ngee Tan Architects Gallery, having breakfast with one of the most dynamic and talented cultural figures Asia has ever seen – Danny Yung.
Redefining the way we view otherwise embarrassingly vulgar sexual accessories (have you seen the 18-inch two-way baseball bat?), Jimmyjane infuses the ephemera of sexiness with the substance of design. Needless to say, I was excited, in more ways than one, to find the sexiest substance in my hand in its purest form - The Usual Suspects’ Iconic Rabbit.
Because you can. Because it will make you feel good. Because this fucked up world we live in is in desperate need of healing. And, because you, the same bastard indulging in the seven deadly sins everyday, can make a difference.
Equality. Or so we were told. Or so we pledged to the betterment of our country. And yet we go about slapping a S$15,000 fine on a free-to-air TV station for airing a programme that showed a gay couple and their adopted baby. Instead of having the authorities tell us what they think the nation thinks, I sincerely want to know what heterosexuals think of homosexuals. Vote now.
If this is Love, then I can only say, I have never been in love until I met her. To know that you will die for someone is frighteningly peaceful. To know that your soul will vanquish at the loss of someone, is sadistically heartwarming. To know that it is possible to find The One, well, nothing quite prepares you for that.
Imagine if all taxi drivers are subjected to a grading system of which their grades would be slapped upon their windscreen as decals for all commuters’ reference. Wouldn’t the quality of service of the taxi industry improve?
I watch traditionally respected brands attempting to be cool in order to stay relevant to their Consumers in disbelief. I feel like I’m witnessing a forty-something balding man clad in a baby blue Paul Frank t-shirt going through mid-life crisis. It’s pathetic.
Pardon the arrogance, but try beating this. I paid for a Palestinian to spray print my marriage proposal to her last year on the Israeli West Bank wall, at Ramallah, Palestine.
My expectations on a man are unapologetically high. If a man behaves more of a pussy than I am, then does that not make him a lesbian? The cock he has must be a biological error made by God then. My point is, if God gave you a cock, you better rise up to expectations.
We saw a glimpse of our future that day. Suddenly, everything makes sense.
