"punk"
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i was on the bus this morning, when in comes this guy - a mohawk [dyed with tail], a studded black leather jacket with the sex pistols emblazoned all over the back - and i was in awe. momentarily. in all respects, a punk [or whatever you could call one these days]. i bestowed upon him uncountless respect, no? admired him for a man who stuck to his guns, no?

no.

i recognized him as one of the sales assistants at blook, this boutique in bangsar. he's quite the affeminate man, if not totally. i don't know - call me old school or whatever, but i always considered punks as drug-taking, chain smoking men. i do not have anything against those on the other side of the fence, but i discovered that i want real men as punks, which might be wrong, from a historical perspective, seeing how they strode back and front when the movement first came out. which means that i'm thinking of it in terms of being a rock star - which he obviously isn't.

but i still say it's wrong, and quite off. though if i do see mr. affeminate again, i will not say anything [not like i have the guts to]. but i think it's still wrong. oh well. there goes the open-minded american in me. but at least it's an opinion. hate the game, not the player.


(side note): i'm tempted to shave my head again.