Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Paint Me Black

Somehow or rather along the way I've developed a pretty black reputation. Not sure how I've acquired it since I've always assumed that I'm a sweet, peaceable fellow - but from the way house officers scurry when I so much as growl, I guess I do have the deathly tongue as Charming Calvin puts it.

Calvin : Don't be so angry. Be nice. Don't be wicked.
Paul : It's dirty, it's disgusting, it's degrading. I love it.

So what do you when you've been painted as the wicked villain?

There are those penitent few who'd sob piteously while protesting their innocence while talking about renouncing their evil ways, hoping that particular act of contrition would help change the minds of the angry masses.

Me. I'm a bit skewed.

Turning bad
When good boys go bad...

Far from trying to run away from the accusation, I'd positively revel in the unflattering title. I figure once already tarred and feathered, what's the use in trying to reclaim any lost reputation? Call me wicked, would you? Hell, I'll show you wicked. And that goes for your little dog too! Just like the infamous Scarlett O'Hara - call her a brazen hussy and before you know it, our brass-faced diva shows up all dangerously divine in her dazzling scarlet number.

Back in university, when they introduced mindless draconian laws, I'd be the first to think ways to flout them. For example, I don't drink much - past mistakes notwithstanding. Not a big fan of getting drunk, throwing up on the sidewalk and nursing a hangover the next morning. But when they informed the lot of us college students that we weren't allowed to bring booze on a class trip... I suddenly had an irresistible urge to run out, buy a case of brewskis and get sloshed.

Then they claimed that the girls and the boys were standing just a tad too close together. Felt like going crazed hetero all of a sudden.

Silly rules just make me go bad. Haven't they heard of the thrill of the forbidden?

Why the sudden flashback? You see, my cousin had a similar trip to Perhentian and they came up with the same archaic rules about drinking. Stop them from drinking too much for sure but surely a can or two won't kill anyone.

Hell, why do I have this urge to set up shop selling beer to uni students?


Queer Ranter said...

Oooo skanky Doc was a naughty naughty boy.

Drop your pants and bend over. Someone needs a little spanking. :P

Kit said...

how wonderful. this is what you and i have in common then. at work i am the villian. and lovin' it. i do enjoy being called horrid names but as i always tell my staff, i'm not here to win a popularity contest but to get the job done. sigh, it is terribly draining to keep up with that rep tho. the one time you do something nice to anyone you have to start from scratch.

Lewis said...

Odd how some view us as this way or that....when it may or may not be the truth. I've often been viewed as a few things.....and I used to let it really get to me. Not any more. I do my best to accept myself and others for just who they face value. I guess I've developed a kind of "who cares" kind of attitude.

Janvier said...

We take a 'Rules don't apply to us' attitude. And if no one speaks up, they don't. >:P

At first glance we thought that was not a chair!

Ryan said...

That reminds me of someone said :"Exciting, isn't it? Breaking the rules..." Was that Hermoine?

Anyway, you bad naughty Doc selling beers to students! You should hold a wild party! Oops, did I just said that?!

Mr. Manager said...

"Me. I'm a bit skewed."

Brilliant and classic!

Mr. Manager said...

Ryan, I just did a wild party. Oopss!

Ban said...

Oooh, let me make a new silly rule!

"Doctors must not give Ban a blowjob." Wanna break it? :D

travelphilippines said...

i love bein the villain.

SOLOACT said...

and what with a villain trying hard to ward off the urge to go wild :D

Dan Gabriel said...

I love being the villain. Only I'm not. So I'll just say I would love to play the villain once in a while. Only when I try to play the villain, people see me as a rebel who's fighting for what's right or for vindication. Well, being a rebel is good enough for me.

m5lvin said...

I always thought I'm sweet as well.....but hey sweetness itself is subjective...hahaha

TJay said...

I keep hearing Chiwetel Ejiofor singing Eartha Kitt's "I Want To Be Evil" during 'Kinky Boots' in my head...

I've posed for pictures with Iv'ry Soap, I've petted stray dogs, and shied clear of dope
My smile is brilliant, my glance is tender; But I'm noted most for my unspoiled gender

I've been made Miss Reingold, though I never touch beer,
And I'm the person to whom they say, "Your sweet, My Dear."
The only etchings I've seen have been behind glass,
And the closest I've been to a bar, is at ballet class.

Prim and proper, the girl who's never been cased, I'm tired of being pure and not chased.
Like something that seeks it's level, I wanna go to the devil.

I wanna be evil, I wanna spit tacks
I wanna be evil, and cheat at jacks ... I wanna be wicked, I wanna tell lies ... I wanna be mean, and throw mud pies

I want to wake up in the morning
with that dark brown taste
I want to see some dissipation in my face... I wanna be evil, I wanna be mad ... But more that that I wanna be bad

I wanna be evil, and trump an ace,
Just to see my partner's face.
I wanna be nasty, I wanna be cruel
I wanna be daring, I wanna shoot pool

And in the theatre
I want to change my seat
Just so I can step on
Everybody's feet

I wanna be evil, I wanna hurt flies ... I wanna sing songs like the guy who cries .. I wanna be horrid, I wanna drink booze
And whatever I've got I'm eager to lose ... I wanna be evil, little evil me ... Just as mean and evil as I can be!

conan_cat said...

awww notti notti you :P well me too lor, like to go against the rules, the more you tell me don't do something i'll just ask "why not???" and go do liao :P

to me the only rule in my life is as long as it doesn't hurt or kill or harm anyone, it's all good! hehe