It all started innocently enough. Screams of "Paul Van Dyke!" and "PVD" echoed through the depths of the compacted dancefloor. The fervent admirers of PVD seemed like a mob of hysterical vigilantes, unleashing outlandish warcries so piercing and detrimental to the eardrums, it bewildered and jostled my mental well-being momentarily. Their body movements were so violent and robust, i thought i was trapped in the middle of a mosh-pit.

There were girls with necklines that plunged so deep, I thought they might be walking mannequins for a lingerie company. Shachin, having born with the talent of having punctilious adherence to female organ technicalities, had his relentlessly merciless eyes scanning around for their divine sacred organs. He seemed to have been completely overwhelmed by these milk factories that he looked every bit like a drunkard who was intoxicated with his hidden animal instincts. Time stopped completely for him, and he was in a state of such awe and anxiety, a guy could touch his privates and he wouldn't give a shit about it. He needed a restraining order immediately. Someone tame him, please?

"Your Eyes!" I squealed in protest while doing a hand movement which signified that i'm watching him.

"Cannot tahan ah. Just look at those! Everyday kena sia." he replied.

"Ah Ah Siol!" - i acknowleged. (Ah Ah Siol is a malay slang for agreeing on something.)

Initially, i was ambivalent about going to this event at Zouk knowing that it was going to be Trance. However, with the perfect company of the German Exchange Students, we wanked the night away. Shachin was grinding so hard, he looked as if he wanted to drill a hole onto someone's bottoms. His little Man of Steel was standing on its ends, making its way through the Earth's core.

The Germans were awesome, dancing to the beats and sweating the night away. Hot, lesbian action sparked out of nowhere, sending us guys to moan in delight. Many heterosexuals in the crowd couldnt pry their hungry eyes off them, and all i thought to myself was "What the wank?! Could i join in? Pretty Puhhleasee?"

Images of lesbian videos that i've watched on YouTube flashed concurrently on my mind as i watched the exhibition on the dancefloor. I felt like my little God of War was going to unleash its fury.

(Gosh, why am i revealing to you guys on stuff that I watch on YouTube?)

Heh.

2 whole years more to go till i get to have the time of my life in Australia. It's gonna be the Bachelor of Commerce, the 7 year course.

It is something intangible and we can only come close saying that it is being in a state of utter gaiety and felicity. It is when we are governed by the sudden emotional explosions of euphoria and nostalgia and we feel possessed by the temperaments of our sentimental natures. Call it rapturously exciting, even Hollywood belongs to us. No words in my vocabulary can describe this ecstasy of serenity.

We'll be walking through the carpal tunnel of alchohol consumption, and the feeling of being on a high - A weekly affair for most guys, or for me at least.

The dramatic effects of alchohol would only fame infamy, but no one gives a flying fish about it; it gets the girls biting and the boys pulverizing. Girls become submissive and the guys get all offensive - One moment of weakness, a few shots of tequila and several badly chosen actions performed in haste destroys the entire meaning of conservatism. Is someone guilty of this from the clubbing experience we had on friday? Hehe. It's a SHE btw. I guess your monkey instincts overwhelmed you. HAHA.

Hell yeah! The pros of singlehood? We get to poke whenever and whereever we want to, getting holes on our dress-pants! Hallelujah to that!

Now now, when are we next going clubbing?

He's bright, horny and doesnt look a day past 15. With his classic impish smirk and spontaneous demeanour, he is blessed with hamster beige skin, swanky tresses and enormous pellucid eyes.

There has been no shortcuts to peeping but Gervais Yam is in no hurry. In many occasions in toilets, standing infront of urinals, he would gently unzip his denim jeans in the same vintage fashion he does all the time while having a desperate look of zest and vitality on his ornamental face. He would then patiently shift his head to my direction and await for me to unzip my bottoms with a reckless look of anticipation on his face. As my zip progressed lower and lower, his eyes would glow increasingly with vile and contempt. It is at this time when his tongue will start springing into life and develop a rapid flapping movement. These rapid flapping movements of his tongue would increase in violence and vigor the longer he stared into the depths of my merlion. "Havent you seen a guy pee in your life?" I would exclaim in protest. Maintaining his radiant smile, exasperated squeals and laughter would soon emerge from his filthy mouth. "I like guys with your defiant character" he would whisper to my ear. "I do not like creepy-crawlies though." he would exclaim while giving a dodgy look at my merlion.

It is when i turned and peeped at his little yam when i finally had to agree on his point that he has been reiterating to us days before, in which he replied : "There in my pants!" when someone asked him about where Anacondas could be found.