Being picked-up...

I never thought it would happen to me.

Wait.... I still don't believe it happened to me.

I was picked up by a gay guy.

Now, I am not homophobic and I have nothing against 'alternative' lifestyles - but I never thought that it would happen to me. Best (or worst) of all, it did not happen in a pub, club or other social places, it casually happened in a shopping mall.

I was walking to Cineleisure from The Curve, using the overhead bridge. As I was walking on the bridge, I noticed that some people were filming a drama. So they blocked the way till the director yelled cut. Being in advertising, a film shoot is normal for me so I had to work my way thru all the 'spectators'. As I was approaching the Cineleisure entrance, there was another guy there guarding the traffic.

As I walk pass him, I thought he looked familiar and so did a double-take. I might have slipped a smile and I am sure he did. Then I realised he's not the person I knew. So, I carried on walking. I was heading for a photoshoot myself so I had my camera bag with me.

The I heard him shouting "Are you a photographer" from behind me. So I turned around and said yes.

"Photographer for who?"

"For a magazine"

"Oh really, which magazine?"

"Area Magazine. Oh, I have an issue in my bag. Let me give you one"
(While searching my bag) "So what shoot is this?"

"Oh it's a drama for mediaprima"

"I see. Here you go" (I pass the mag to him)

Then we shook hands and exchanged names. Now, I didn't notice this at the time but he was sliding my palms with his fingers. A universal 'Hi-I-am-gay' handshake? So anyway...

"Nice to meet you, but I gotta go. I have an appointment"

"Ok."
He was flipping the magazine.
"Hey, how do I contact you?"

At this time I thought he meant how to contact Area Magazine. So I showed him the first page and explained a bit on the magazine. Also did a little sales pitch and told him if ever they gonna have another shoot around the vicinity, do contact us - cos we may want to cover it... etc etc.

He was listening attentively and then I excused myself.

"So call us la!"

And I walked away.

"But how do I call you?"

"The number is in there and my colleague will attend to you"

Then he rolled his head sideways (and left it there like he broke his neck), smiled and crossed his legs.

"But I want to call you la, sayang" (OK, i am not sure if it's sayang, dear, baby or whatever - but there was some term of endearment)

At this time I was walking faster to my destination.

"Just call the number in the magazine"

"Aiyahh.. give me your number laaa..."
He was wiggling all over and started following me.

"I am sorry but I really got an appointment."

I picked up my pace to Scarlett (my appointment). Fortunately, my appointment was busy so this allowed me to order a beer to calm my nerves. I've heard people saying that if a gay picks up a guy, he should be flattered.

I was definitely not. It felt weird.

But anyway, I can add one more item to my list of "Been there, done that".

Hari Puttar

I was taking a dump this morning (as I always do) and I was reading yesterday's paper.

I came across the weirdest news ever (at least, to me, in the entertainment and copyright world).

A bollywood film titled "Hari Puttar: A comedy of terror" is being sued by Warner Bros for apparently infringing into Harry Potter's franchise. They claim the movie title is a little too close to their bespectacled boy wizard epic movies.

Warner Bros. is seeking an injunction against the film, which is set for release Sept. 12. Hearings began Monday and the next is scheduled for Sept. 2.

But of course the makers of Hari Puttar claim otherwise. According to them, the movie is nothing about wizardry at all and Hari is a common indian name. Puttar on the other hand means 'son'.

They went on to say that the story is actually about an Indian boy left home alone, who fights off burglars when his parents go away on vacation.


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I don't know about you, but that smells like another lawsuit altogether.

That's it!

I did a 'facer'.

I sprained my leg again.

I stubbed my toe.

Futsal is definitely not my calling.

I'll stay away from it next monday. Maybe I should get a new futsal boot.

Yeah, that might improve my game. If not, at least I look good.

Hahahaaa...

Semi Eduardo-ed

Nobody lobbed the ball to me.

I manage to head with my head, but getting nowhere even remotely near the post.

Then it happened. Someone step on my feet and I sprained my ankle. Ok, so it wasn't nearly as bad as Eduardo. I can still walk, but with a little discomfort. Walking down stairs can be very trying. If my ankle does not get better by end of the week, I might consider not playing next Monday and instead drown my sorrow like how most washed-out athletes do.

With lots and lots of alcohol.

Moday Futsal

I played for 2 hours straight.

My legs feel like jello now.

Scored a few goals. Some epic, and some flukes. But a goal is a goal. :)

Gotta work on my headers. Currently doing more 'facers' then anything else.

I notice I have a fear of getting hit by the ball. There must be a way around this. However, people breaking bones and spraining their ankles weekly is not helping my cause tho'.

Target next week, to score with a header. Hope they'll lob the ball to me.

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I finally have a blogger...

yay.

This calls for a beer.

Surf Mag!

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