Happy Birthday Kenneth Phua!
I wrote this somewhere else, but its clearly a C6-worthy post. Enjoy.
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"T'was Kenneth Phua's birthday a few days back. Although I didn't attend the event (if you could call a clubbing session at Butter an 'event'), the aftermath pretty much speaks for itself. Phua CB has absolutely no recollection of the fateful 28th November evening, save for entering Butter. He probably made out with his 'casual friend'Amanda Raszgoddess again, that Phua. I wouldn't be surprised - it'd only be the umpteenth time over the past half-dozen years.*
"This is, of course, purely my speculation. But its calculated speculation once one factors in the sheer number of times the two have (tongue) tangoed whilst sloshed and inundated with bass. For instance, I will never forget how three-or-so years back those two made out like bandits on the Phuture dance floor. Make out already still must arch forward, arch backward, arch forward again. Wah lan eh. Like a palm tree in the face of Hurricane Katrina - sway like crazy but macam don't give a fuck. And this was in front of her then-boyfriend or dunno-what-relation-guy somemore. Ex-boyfriend zero, Phuamanda ten thousand points.
"In fact, the more I think about it, the more I think that's a nice way to put it. 'Phuamanda' - or maybe 'Phuamandina'. Like Niall Ferguson's catchy wordplay to describe Sino-American economic interdependence, Chimerica. Or Zachary Karabell's Superfusion (again, China and America).
"Phuamandina. It's a bit like Romeo and Juliet, if you think about it. Admittedly, there's none of the tenderness and affection that one would associate with a soppy love story. The partying/drunkenness/streets-of-rage action scenes are way, wayy overdone. First dibs on a bottle of poison don't necessarily belong to Romeo, but to whomever is feeling the most generous. Everyone drinks. And any instances of feeling star-crossed only occur the morning after. But the moral of the story - and if I may sneak in a cheap shot at Kenneth here - is that no matter how many times the story plays out in different places and at different times, no matter how many iterations the tale is spun, the couple never get to, shall we say... consummate their, um, love.
*: See Central 6 blog history for details."
"T'was Kenneth Phua's birthday a few days back. Although I didn't attend the event (if you could call a clubbing session at Butter an 'event'), the aftermath pretty much speaks for itself. Phua CB has absolutely no recollection of the fateful 28th November evening, save for entering Butter. He probably made out with his 'casual friend'
"This is, of course, purely my speculation. But its calculated speculation once one factors in the sheer number of times the two have (tongue) tangoed whilst sloshed and inundated with bass. For instance, I will never forget how three-or-so years back those two made out like bandits on the Phuture dance floor. Make out already still must arch forward, arch backward, arch forward again. Wah lan eh. Like a palm tree in the face of Hurricane Katrina - sway like crazy but macam don't give a fuck. And this was in front of her then-boyfriend or dunno-what-relation-guy somemore. Ex-boyfriend zero, Phuamanda ten thousand points.
"In fact, the more I think about it, the more I think that's a nice way to put it. 'Phuamanda' - or maybe 'Phuamandina'. Like Niall Ferguson's catchy wordplay to describe Sino-American economic interdependence, Chimerica. Or Zachary Karabell's Superfusion (again, China and America).
"Phuamandina. It's a bit like Romeo and Juliet, if you think about it. Admittedly, there's none of the tenderness and affection that one would associate with a soppy love story. The partying/drunkenness/streets-of-rage action scenes are way, wayy overdone. First dibs on a bottle of poison don't necessarily belong to Romeo, but to whomever is feeling the most generous. Everyone drinks. And any instances of feeling star-crossed only occur the morning after. But the moral of the story - and if I may sneak in a cheap shot at Kenneth here - is that no matter how many times the story plays out in different places and at different times, no matter how many iterations the tale is spun, the couple never get to, shall we say... consummate their, um, love.
*: See Central 6 blog history for details."
posted by Cheok at 7:03 PM
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