Friday 13 June 2008

When a man airs his laundry

Like this would ever happen. He cannot even do his own laundry let alone air them. He's only good at taking them off and chucking them aside. Come on guys, let them know what you've been doing behind the doors...

Haiya. Whatever for. It's no secret anyway. I don't need statistics to tell me. Lancome Man, Chanel Man, L'oreal Men, Biotherm Men series, Clinique for Men, Clarins Men...they are quite loud you know.

That exposed, I am happier. It's a good evolution for us men. Show to tell, instead of show and tell. Story-telling do get old sometimes.

But I do need guidance and help on one thing: being a good modern man. Are you one? If you aren't, watch this: http://www.videojug.com/film/how-to-be-the-perfect-boyfriend

(I poach from Su's blog without her knowing. Hehe) How I hope I can find one that fits the profile.

Don't you just love the Modern Man? They are simply more sexy and irresistible. Lol.

And being part-man (other part, boy), I finally learn to see and look, hear and listen, speak and talk, and be infantile-ly adult. Goodness help.

Deputy-secretary-general of the Rudzy's administration has. Design is expression, fashion is a statement, and style is personality. Influence influence Influence. Unjustifiable E-cupless but still fantabulous diva extraordinaire utters logic and runs away. Incongruity takes him apart. Danger plays with his toes. Tapping fingers to silence. Depression-therapy. Sees the dark and walks towards the man awaiting his coming. Sexing and petting. Religious controversy. Headlining. Awaiting patience, seeping silence. Gorgeous gown, white palate. Dull rainbow and colourful grey to fill the Life bottle. None other but yours truly. No more keeping but people waiting. Destructuring conventions. Appalling grammar. Breaking free. Tieing restraint. Break the ice. Kaput-ing. Sent for rehab. Hungry for love.

Love ya'll

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