I’m pathetic with titles

My report card for cool is out. It doesn’t look good. I considered many times bribing the person doing my assessment (myself) but I was at the same time too fierce and too timid to accept and give bribes respectively. Needless to say, I didn’t get very good grades and it’s official that I’m not cool. It’s hard to be cool with someone like her.

I’m a hirsute lion king in my territory on the grassy Savannah plains; female lionesses scattered all around for my mating disposal. I would stand tall and give occasional sturdy growls when warranted to calm the situation. And the lionesses would go back to their hunting and gossiping, er chatting, and the cubs their playing. But I get scratched by playful cubs. And I start crying. Tears slowly form a creek down my cheeks and tributaries in my oh-so-manly mane and my whiskers start to wilt from the weight of dewlike droplets. They’re all giving me the kind of nonplused look that only beasts of the wild can give. Do you blame them – who the fuck has seen a lion cry?

Ok the visualisation is stupid but we’re allowed to be once in a while .

Su Ann says a BIG hello to everyone. Her return tomorrow will put things back to normal  We will return to our usual long conversations again (free of those wicked secret agents) where she at once brews curiosity, anxiety and wonderment in me. And she ALWAYS remembers to give tender moments. In a few days I would lock my fingers in hers. And you would have back your regular refrain of cutes. This experience has been nothing less than surrealistic for me…to be blogging in a house of pink.

8 comments December 19th, 2006