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.


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?