Adrian Tay is totally GAY

Title aside.
I just wanna say, I am those crazed few.
The more you want something, the more you wouldn't get it (from me at least)

Whilst walking to Chinatown today.
I saw a hunky dude strutting his stuff.
I noticed him from afar (that is how prominent he was)
And I couldn't help but notice he had this come-look-at-me-cos-I'm-drop-dead-gorgeous look.
Ok, let me describe that look.
He is tall.
He is hunky.
He has a really deliciously good bod.
He is wearing a singlet.
And the look he was wearing on his face?
The very smug look, the look-around-and-see-who-is-swooning-after-him look.

I totally loathe that kinda look.
Be it from female or male.

So you think you look good.
So you think you've got everything.
So you think everyone should stare at you and drop at your feet to kiss your toes.
So you are stupid.

The very moment I saw the smugness in his eyes.
I rolled my eyes at him.
And gave him that what-is-that-stinking-smell look.
That is, I had my head (and nose) high up and deliberatly look at the other direction, and at the same time, giving that what-is-the-stinking-smell look.
Yes. Despite my limited facial expressions.
I manage to dig within me to give all that.

Seriously, nothing pisses me off more than when I see that look in a good looker.
It's just a big fat waste really.
You are already a good looker. The least you could do is to be humble about it.
When you are not. And you have that look or that attitude to boot.
You are (in my terms) and instant loser.
Capital L mind you.

And thus, the more you want others to swoon at you and give you a second glance, the more I wouldn't allow you to indulge in it.
The more I would give you that what-is-that-stinking-smell look.
Oh, and not forgetting, that dude was in singlet. Showing up every single rippling muscle that would usually drive girls weak in their knees.
Not mine though. Not this time.
That singlet, or any singlet for that matter, would just provoke me into that what-is-the-stinking smell look.
Singlet for a guy, and a bitchy strut for a girl.

Couldn't care less if a pretty lass is clad in skimpy bikini walking down the streets. But if she is clad in skimpy bikiny strutting down the streets, with that bitchy-shake-ass kind strut, that would also call for my what-is-that-stinking-smell look.

Not that my what-is-that-stinking-smell look is all that important to those egoistic losers.
But what is important is how I'd feel.
At least I know i didn't now fall prey to the charms of the loserish few. The ones who taint society.

Am I getting overly agitated here?
Afterall, all I did was bump into a hunky dude in singlet (probably heading to the gym).
I guess age is catching up on me.
For I remember when I was younger, I would personally drop to the feet of a hunky dude clad in a singlet (and hopefully tight pants no less) and kiss his toes really.
But now, instead I yearn for the innocent and shyness of the younger boys. Those whose innocent eyes just screaming for your protection.

Bah.
It's Monday, and I am ever ready to crank up.
Not the best of Mondays, but I am not complaining.

I wanna sell my beloved.
No, its not LBB I am talking about.
Nobody wants stale rotting flesh anyway.
I wanna sell my beloved Samsung S200.
It is screaming buy me buy me.
Can you hear it?
If you do please following the below steps:
1. tag me.
2. Call IMH (they'd be willing to help).

Finished my Harry Potter.
Not as good as 1 2 3 4 and 5.
It is finally dawning on me that I am afterall reading a children's book.
And I shouldn't really be expecting too much of it.
I mean, reading Harry Potter is like, reading Sweet Valley High/University or whatever it is.
(Do teens still read that?) hmm...

I love Chubby chubs.