The fragile prodigal son

It started as a late day. We rushed thru our project, and were not able to finish what we planned to finish. By the time we got to the Esplanade, it was almost 6pm. We settled for Al Dente, with me having steak, and Kimono having spaghetti. We got to the theatre early, but ironically we did not get the choice of front row seats. An "auntish" usher told us to go to the back row curtly, explaining that latecomers will get the front row seats. That's ridiculous, coz if you were late, logically you would block our (the early birds) view when you try to settle down. So what's the incentive of arriving early for a play anymore?? x(

I expected the play to be captivating, alluring, deep and dark. And it did not fall short of my expectations. Nelson Chia portrayed his role as a Type A, low self esteem, lonely Cambridge scholar very well. Mark Richmond on the other hand was pretentious and haughty. He added only bitterness and brutality to the play. At the end of the abuse and break up scene, I heard sniffing to my left (where the majority of the "sistas" were seated). It was indeed a very disturbing plot. But real. We know that sexual abuse among gay men are not uncommon. And cruising and cottaging is relevant in the Sg context too. But the all-time fav tear jerking plot is to have Mark Richmond portray the heartless and ignorant self proclaimed str gay, while our frail and petite-framed Nelson Chia portrayed the helpless and weak loyal gay lover.

The ending was highly predictable. With Nelson Chia going to jail to atone for his sins, just like the poor crow who left the sparrows to live alone after being rejected by his own flock.

More than one

Everyone likes to be loved. Everyone craves to be loved. Be it a young boy stamping his feet for attention, or an old granny strutting along on the street. Love is sweet when fate and time collides, and create a cupid match. However, when you have more than a star shining for you, or when you fall for someone at the wrong time and wrong place, that is when trouble brews.

Lately, there are people around me who are troubled by the existance of more than one star in their or their beloved's life. They are predominantly female, largely also because most of my guy friends are still single, and available :p A particular case got to an all-time low when her beloved gave her negative answers in retrospect of her commitment questions. This sorta triggered some memories in me.

Are girls borned as natural flirts? Or do they unconsiciously flirt and leave behind a trail of smittened-admirers due to the effect of the almighty Oestrogen? Are they behaving in a way similar to animals, such that when one partner passes on or leaves them, they have a backup to spread their genes? :S Do girls not realise it when they lead you on? Maybe they see no harm in a lil flirting, teasing, now and then. However, my condolances to the poor girl whose heart flutters everytime she sees her, or when she says something positive about their r/s.

At this point in time, one may think that I am a staunch believer of loyalty in r/s, and strictly condemn flirting. On the contrary, I enjoy flirting. I enjoy it more than any of you can imagine. However, I believe in flirting at the right place, the right time, with the right person. Just as it is with falling in love, when you hit on someone, every element present on earth plus fate has to be on your side.

I have gone thru rejections. I know how it feels to be rejected. It's not the end of the world when you get rejected. Rejections can bittersweet. The process of standing up again from your fall can be enjoyable. Esp so in the case when you perserve and enjoy a happy ending tog ;)