There Once Was A Boy Named Ethan

There's always a moment in time when one faces the moral dilemma within him/herself. This is my moment.

I've known of J's existence for about a couple of months and never thought much about him until the night of the Monash Ball. He looked good enough to be spread on a cracker and eaten. There's something about guys in tuxes or suits which give of this jene sai pas aura and attracts me to them like moths to a flame. I was about to leave the ball to change and head to the crazy after-party when I decided to stop over at J's table and started dancing with all of my classmates for a couple of minutes. Then surprisingly, he came over, grabbed my hand and started to dirty dance with me, noir-style. There I was, with some guy I've never spoken to in my life dancing and staring into each other's eyes with intensity that probably could light up a small town. I had to leave soon after that, embarrassed that everyone were snapping photos and the fact that he is one of my female classmate's BOYFRIEND. Yes regulars and irregulars to my blog, this guy is apparently STRAIGHT . Which is weird because I've caught him staring a couple of times, maybe because I look odd? Well, whatever it is, I shouldn't do anything...except add him on my FaceBook and turn into a potential stalker and dream about him from time to time. Knowing that his girlfriend is leaving for Australia in the following months to come also gives me an advantage as well. Should I do it? Should I slip a Spanish Fly into his drink and rape his sorry ass and turn him into a blubbering child the morning after?

Speaking of wanting to rape men, I finally got to meet the guy I've been eye-raping at the gym quite a while back last night. He had been MIA for the past couple of months (so was I) and it was pure luck when he walked into the bar I used to work at and was seated right next to me. I love me a good thick tree trunk shaped pair of legs and hell he's got it, as well as a nice piece of ass attached to it. I didn't get to speak much to him last night, hopefully I would get to see him a lot more in the future. Damn, I so want to tap that.

Monash Ball was a fantastic night, pictures will be uploaded soon. T, S and I had to perform two songs for the night and we screwed up the first song big time. Lyrics were forgotten, tune was totally off, key was off as well, the microphones weren't loud enough, it was pure hell going through that 2 and a half minute song which was cut into a minute song. We redeemed ourselves through Come What May, where we shocked the crowd with our unusual booming voices and our synchronization and harmonization. We got the validating applause that we needed and it felt awesome. All in all, it was seriously a night to remember.

Note to readers: No men were harmed/raped during the reminiscing of the writer's blog

One Night Only

Being a failure in Malaysian Idol has smushed my dreams of becoming a singer, but my passion for singing still remains deep inside. Although I couldn't get through to the final rounds for Malaysian Idol, I thought to myself, at least I could still do what I love to do freely and there's always other competitions.

Fate has led me into meeting a friend of mine. We both discovered we had a strong passion for song and music and decided to try out auditioning for our annual university ball. With sheer skill and luck, we managed to breeze through the audition and became one of the main talents for the night of the ball.

The clock is ticking and the event moves closer day by day (the ball is 7 days from now). T and I are feeling the pressure. To stage the 2 songs that we are going to sing that night will be a major migraine for both of us, basically since we haven't exactly finalized the choices yet.

My friends ask me how I'm able to go through it with such confidence despite my trembling partner who's hand I had to hold through the entire time we auditioned and the performances we staged after that. All I can say is, I don't know. I honestly don't know where the courage comes from. But I'm glad to have that as a part of my personality.

Well what lies ahead is either applause or embarrassing moments. I suppose this event is just one night only so, no stress. I'm going to go out there and have fun!