Gladys tagged me nearly a week ago, so this is waaaaay overdue. But the premise offered a very interesting challenge:
Imagine the question that led to the answer, and then provide your own answer.Well, here goes nothing...
1. The scrawny teenage version of me, gawking at all the effortlessly cool burnouts at Far East Plaza in Singapore, circa 1994. There are groups of international school stoners wearing t-shirts for genuinely 'alternative' bands; scraggly-haired Malaysian rockers, carrying themselves like wilful under-achievers in the Newly Industrialized Economy; under-age drinkers on allowance, looking for cheap teenage kicks in a notoriously regulated city. And I wonder if my tastes and preferences and mannerisms and social awkwardness would forever condemn me to be too geeky/(pseudo-)intellectual/esoteric/just-plain-'uncool' to be able to relate to them (let alone hang out with them).
2. Just after 2AM, in a little Mexican restaurant in Williamsburg (or Silverlake, or Berlin, or any other hipster-approved urban center), with Drew Barrymore, excitedly responding to the "half-secret" Bloc Party show we just attended. And she's playing footsie with me. The expression on her face suggests this is deliberate.
3. Conceptualizing season-long plotlines for awesome teenage drama-comedy shows that will never be made. Claire and I seriously waste hours on end doing this!
4. Obligatory Weakerthans quote:
And i'm leaning
On this broken fence
Between past and present tense
And I'm losing all the stupid games
That I swore I'd never play
But it almost feels okay
5. The ever-growing piles of marked-down music/fashion/pop culture magazines scattered around my bedroom. I just buy them compulsively. It's almost unhealthy, I swear.
6. A stick of pork barbecue, a cup of rice, and a bowl of bean sprouts in soy sauce (free meal at work).
7. Just the comforting mechanical whirr of the electric fan.
8. Three-Cheese Ensaymada from Mary Grace.
9. Honestly? I'm embarassingly complicit in the consumption and enjoyment of some kinds of commercial adult entertainment. And not in the "ironic pleasure", laugh-at-the-cheesy-aesthetics kind of way. Desire is a strange and mysterious thing, and I must admit that certain types of porn genuinely turn me on. And I will go out of my way to look for it, on fairly regular basis.
10. The poor guy never knew what hit him.
Okay, now I tag Maita, Edward, Athena, Mark, and Wendi.
