Betrayal in the Banana

An early evening in the meandering historical enclaves in Malacca as two friends met up for Bailey's Irish Cream Cheesecake. Big Bicep Barry had called me out earlier for the hilarious mockumentary Surf's Up - incidentally the perfect animated movie for a laid-back surfer dude like him. Though I had some serious doubts, surprisingly enough surfing penguins with koa surfboards actually work :) A pity they didn't have Jack Johnson strumming his tunes though.

Still Barry had other more important things on his mind.

Paul : Seriously. You got a new place to avoid bad funk shui?
Barry : Seriously. Hoping for a reversal of fortunes.
Paul : You couldn't get new underwear instead? Maybe red Aussiebums?
Barry : No. So where's Charming Calvin? Thought he was coming down this weekend?
Paul : Yes, my poor dear. All alone.

Or that's what Calvin would like me to assume. For almost a year now he has led me to believe that he leads the life of a strict seminarian observing piety and chastity in his secluded hermitage / apartment during the weekends I go home.

Do not be fooled! Well he plays the sympathetic role of the discarded boyfriend weeping over a dinner of Ngan Yin peanuts and soya milk in his derelict abandoned apartment but I now know better. While I'm away for the weekend thinking with some heart-rending guilt that Calvin's sitting pitifully rejected by the phone waiting for it to ring, in reality he's actually out having the time of his life partying without restraint at the new Banana!

Really! While I was gone, it seems my man spent the time drooling over Sean Ghazi's tight bubble butt in Banana Republic. Wholly bewildered, I don't know which I'm more jealous of - the Banana or Sean's banana.

More likely Sean's.


Seriously. Go listen to Semalam!
Come on. Sexy. Intelligent. Articulate. And the man can seriously sing.

And did I mention his ass? Which even my taciturn Calvin didn't fail to mention which tells us something. There was even a naughty bit about Mr Ghazi's perky nipples as well but I shall keep that to myself ( unless Mr Ghazi himself wants to know and then he's more than welcome to mail me :P ). Though I hear from my sources that the man's already taken I can still dream, can't I? Sean Ghazi naked on a grand piano - that's my new fantasy of the week.

From what my reliable partner tells me though, seems like the Malaysian crooner performed a few songs at the opening of the Banana Republic.


And I missed it. Damn.

Then again if I had been there... I would have followed Mr Ghazi to the parking lot ogling his delicious ass. Then spent the night in jail waiting to be bailed out for stalking. Hmmm...