An incoherent posting

My indifference (aka bochapness) towards a lot of things sometimes got people puzzled or even pissed off. A close friend, J got upset with me last night (without me knowing) simply because I dun wan to know what is happening to another friend of us, K who was smooching a stranger as he was high from alcohol. We had an evening outing just now and J told me that he blogged about my bochapness indirectly. tsk tsk... mother hen instinct from J. And since we are always open towards each other, I promised him i will extract that bit of his blog and repost here. His posting was so indirect that unless I am ultra super duper sensitive, I won't even know he was talking about me.

"A friend drank so fast that he became tipsy & went around hugging peoples ard him, the last scene I knew he was smooching with a stranger… then he went disappeared alone.. worry for him"

Sometimes it is not that I dun care, most of the time, I care and react by not reacting at all. Unless when I am invited to resolve a situation or when I deemed that it is serious enough for me to sound my concerns and ask if I can help. This modus operandi earned me a reputation of being the specialists speaker during my airforce days, I speak when it is most important and when I do, I make sure the right concerns were voiced or get unfair policies changed.

In K's case, I will intervene only if I think I wan to smooch the guy as well or better still, snatch him from K. Tsk tsk... seriously, the only thing I can do last night was to stuff some condoms and lubricants that were given by that flying ang mo Choy Shen Ye (Fortune God) into K's pockets and prayed that he was sober enough to use them.

In another completely unrelated incident, I was queuing at the Powerhouse toilet last night and a cute boy (and he is really a boy) kept looking at me. So much so I was so shy and kept looking down. Okie... he is really cute with a funky hairdo. One of those boys who are pretty and do not look like a clone. He looked really nice in his striped shirt and three quarters. Maybe I will buy myself a three quarter too. Just as I was leaving Powerhouse, I bumped into a group of friends and one of them stopped me and told me that I still looked very hot. hmmm... that was so sweet. Sometimes you need that verbal or physical assurance from people at times. Hey... I am still a himbo.

Okie...back to something less dramatic, went for a buffet dinner with my brother-in-law and sister at Raffles City and sitting just next to me was this very good looking Chinese guy, very tan, lean and gorgeous manly features. Much like the Japanese stars from SSR. He was having his dinner with big family. I cannot help but to keep looking at him and at one point, my sister saw that and asked why am I so interested in that family. Later, she said to me that she realised that there are lots of gay men in Singapore... I told her there are plenty and stopped short in telling her her gorgeous brother is one too. Ahem...

In the same restaurant there were two huge families with screaming kids, a dozen of straight couples, a odd couple which the guy is busy with his Playstation while his supposedly Gf is stuffing herself with food, a lovely gay couple and a contingent of 15 NUNs. The highlights of the dinner was durian pudding. Heavens...

Because of the Coronas and the tea I had today, I had to use the washroom very often and each time, I saw different gay men cruising in the washroom just outside the restaurant. Four years ago, it was the same toilet where I told a guy that I was with my partner and so stop following me. With my classic big eyes stare, that guy was so terrified that he kept apologising and ran off. Cruising at swimming pools is fine with me but toilets are away too dirty.

Meanwhile, the saga in Signel continues on whether Alex's position as a gay activist when other people are stuffing themselves with pineapple tarts, bak gua and coca cola. Oh btw, my mom is soaking her jewellery in a container filled with coca cola.