Can't forget the time or place. . .

Chapter 2

He agrees wholly, "Yes, the moment has come to pass." Yet, the intangible reality stays; the moment exists, persists, but not in the present. It can and will come back, and with full force, he attests, fervently.

What is the world afraid of? Rejection, dejection, misery, loathing? Those are but self-induced and unwarranted frequencies to dismiss. Channel love, and love is what you get. Keep the faith, and be rewarded.

"Whenever your feeling is in conflict with your wish, feeling will be victor."
- Neville Goddard

Rock Around The Clock

She Loves You

She said you hurt her so
She almost lost her mind.
But now she said she knows
You're not the hurting kind.

She says she loves you
And you know that can't be bad.
Yes, she loves you
And you know you should be glad. Oouuuhhh!

Only in evanesce,

A rugged individualist who, try as he may, defies all forms of conformist ideologies and anything in the world that involves the masses, especially crass consumerism. The door to his bewildering mind is painted on with swirls and swirls of what seems like psychedelic barf. Open it and find yourself reeled in into a quaintly magical realm.

Chapter 1

A famous philosopher (in fact, many famous philosophers) once said, time and space are relative. Relative. And relatively unimportant. He who concerns himself with what difference a second, a minute, or even a day make is, quite evidently, governed what society deems ideal. And this idealism comes mainly for the dire need for structure.

So don't feel constrained. Don't tell yourself you've lost a lover eternally. Affinity, in essence, connects a man and woman in love. It is not determined by how the clock ticks or by distance journeyed . It's simplistic, yet fools deem otherwise. Grab on to the faith, but not too tightly. Wait, but do not linger.

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I'd buy that

Show me the real you ;)

Gay Bars and Swanky Dinners

Nothing beats meeting up with the dearest of friends after a tedious and draining week at work. TGIMT ---> Thank God It's Maundy Thursday! So to commemorate the last supper (i.e., breaking bread and drinking wine) and finally catch up, we decided to go crazy at a gay bar. <3

A Gay Night Special

Spotted outside the entrance of Tantric last night: a group of hooligans stripping a drunk Malay writer naked.

And this is what I call love!

Couple of the Year:

Best Fag-Hag Couple:

Make-out shot of the century which will forever scar their friendship:

This would have been perfect if not for Hemmy's big head which blocked poor ole Phie!

Wednesday

While Joey and I were foaming and frothing in boredom, we concluded that we were in desperate for ANY form of escapade... even if it meant a very very short yet fascinating egress from the hustle and bustle of life.

So, we embarked on an exhilarating make-believe getaway from reality... from the highest floor of Harbourfront Towers... to the summit of Mount Faber. Heh. The journey took a mere 10 minutes. Nonetheless we traveled in a luxurious, world-class cable car, which we were so enthralled about that we forgot our fear of heights!

We landed at The Jewel box which was nestled at the lush, tropical hilltop where the panoramic view of the city skyline was breathtakingly beautiful.

Our first stop out of the three restaurants was Empress Jade for our appetizers, soup and lobster! Everything. Was. Divine.

Still feeling gluttonous, we proceeded to The Black Opal, where the decor was absolutely sleek and lavish, to stuff our faces with more food and desert.

We were well-fed, drowsy but feeling absolutely awesome :) Jealousy?

Much love,
Rachel

Salutations!

We’re making a comeback. With a vengeance… and a new direction. Here is a little corner in cyberspace where we come to take stock of the happenings in our individual lives and our friendship that forms a cornerstone of our happiness and sanity.

We started this blog sometime ago but the necessary mechanics of life got in the way - school for Hemant and work for Rachel - and our little pet project fell by the wayside. What was originally our get-rich-quick scheme made us 40cents the month before it met its uneventful death.


Here’s a brief history on our friendship:
Before Hemant knew Rachel he really had’nt many friends and had just finished secondary school where he was pretty badly teased and bullied by his uncultured and plebian ethnic Chinese schoolmates (i.e., the bEngZ and LiaNz). He carried around a heavy shell that he was working to break out of… and along come Rachel with a giant hammer!

The first time they had agreed to meet, Rachel kept Hemant waiting 3 hrs with the excuse that she broke her a bracelet on the way out of the house and had to pick up the beads to mend it again. Then she indiscreetly pestered Hemant a million times throughout the rest of the day if he were gay. It came to a point where her tenacity outlasted his patience so Hemant caved in and proclaimed, “YES! Gosh this is getting annoying!” To which she beamed and said, “OMG I’ve always wanted a gay best friend.” Hemant has rarely denied it since.

Then:

Now:

Since then, their dinner and clubbing dates have seen them making so many more friends, chatting up random people.

Along the way they chanced upon Joseph Murray (otherwise known as Joey) - who, incidentally, happens to be a new contributor to Fullofballs.com! Joey was hopelessly ambling Orchard Road looking for fruits (Orchard… Fruit orchard?) as he was suffering from a sever fibre-defiency when he saw Rachel and Hemant rolling condoms onto bananas, doing a sex-ed class outside Orchard Towers for the SPGs, and since then, he’s been hooked (on bananas, not fake accents and spray-on tans).

Joey prefers to be known as Joey because Joseph is way too biblical and reminds him of his altar boy days in a certain boys’ school. Priests, stay away!

COMING soon ~

This sixsome can't get any more queer.



RrrrrRrRRrrrR.