Monday, 21st November '05

Girls! Girls! Girls!

I just rediscovered this song when I went into one of my "hair metal" modes again. I can't remember who I was telling (maybe Bert?), but I was saying something about how we watch shows like Friends, and see characters like Joey chasing skirts and getting into SO much trouble along the way... and you laugh because you think it's so absurd - well. Not anymore. Art DOES imitate life; or else I'm living with a houseful of Joeys (or the Motley Crue).

The stories of what they get up to in the course of their skirt chasing exploits are friggin' hilarious, and I sit there sometimes trying to imagine our guys back home getting into those sorts of situations - it doesn't work.

Of course I'm not going to blog anything about those episodes - it would all be hearsay anyway (although the male in question is usually not beyond admitting to the crash and burn). But let's just say the following song reflects the angmoh male's (at least the ones I know) mind pretty accurately. At least on the weekends:

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Girls! Girls! Girls!
- Motley Crue


Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife
Handful of grease in my hair feels right
But what I need to get me tight are

Girls! Girls! Girls!
Long legs and burgundy lips
Girls! Girls! Girls!
Dancin’ down on the sunset strip
Girls! Girls! Girls!
Red lips, fingertips

Trick or treat - sweet to eat
On halloween and new year’s eve
Yankee girls ya just can’t be beat
But you’re the best when you’re off their feet

Girls! Girls! Girls!
At the dollhouse in ft. lauderdale
Girls! Girls! Girls!
Rocking in atlanta at tattletails
Girls! Girls! Girls!
Raising hell at the 7th veil

Have you read the news
In the soho tribune
Ya know she did me
Well then she broke my heart

I’m such a good good boy
I just need a new toy
I tell ya what, girl
Dance for me, I'll keep you overemployed
Just tell me a story
You know the one I mean

Crazy horse, paris, france
Forget the names, remember romance
I got the photos, a ménage á trois
Musta broke those frenchies laws with those

Girls! Girls! Girls!
Body shop, marble arch
Girls! Girls! Girls!
Tropicana’s where I lost my heart

Girls! Girls! Girls!

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And right now I'm listening to this strange instrumental / techno song by Jimmy Swift Band (a local indie group that's pretty well received around here), called "Astronauts Trying to Take Off Their Spacesuits So That They May Copulate". confused The music is actually pretty good.



en ying snapped a shot of life @ 11:15 am
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bert:

oh just to let you know enz, its like rainy and really cold here.. bout 23 deg? but thats not the point.. the point is my dad's jus opened the muscat and its HEAVENLY!! =) hehe..

en:

WHAT?? DID YOU BUY THE MUSCAT??

i thought we both got the aleatico! muscat was bloody expensive... and yes, bro, i've consumed more alcohol here in 3 months than since i turned 18, i think. hunter valley aside.

23 degrees is cold?? *snort* here i see 11 degrees and complain it's hot. i'm going to just DIE when i get home.

limz:

23 degrees is definitely not cold smile u should check out my shivering room sad

tzozen:

with maximum temperatures of 4 in November, I'm beginning to think the Gulf Stream has reversed already. At least I'll be ready for NY!

bert:

oh come on guys, 23deg IS cold by standards here.. anything below 25 is cold wink

limz:

en u will die when u get home i tell ya. the first time i went back from the blues i was constantly perspiring.. and appallled and how WET the atmosphere feels crazy
miss ya!

en:

have i ever told you how comforting u are, babs, my ANGEL? *winkwinknudgenudge*





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