for the sake of my descendants* 

While having steamboat dinner last Saturday, I candidly told my 84 year old uncle that I wanted to have Smokie fixed. That idea was met with a violent objection.

"You cannot do that! If not, all your descendants will become pondan!"

Wah liau. I mean, I seriously don't believe in things like that. Especially being a Christian and all, I am not supposed to believe things like this. Not anymore anyway. Yet, at the back of my mind, at some hideous dark corner, I can't dismiss what he said. And believe me, I tried.

I mean, aiyo, the thought of having my male descendants walking the streets of Sultan Ismail or Bukit Bintang is some scary shit. I can't help but to feel a teeny-weeny bit scared to even wanna contest that. Though I must say at times I do envy their one-glance captivating beauty - sometimes in comparison, I must admit I do feel inferior being an 'actual' woman myself. I mean, have you seen them? They are really gorgeous beings, man! So voluptuous at the right places some more. And their make-up skills, wah liau, you should check out how they apply their mascara and eye shadow under the dim street lights - faster than Superman can say "I'm done?" [Huh? "I'm done???"]

But I digress...

Anyway, Smokie won't get fixed. Not because I'm scared for my descendants' sexuality, but I seriously can't find it in my heart to castrate my hamsem. Not when the term "Pondan. Pondan. Pondan." races ceaselessly on my head...

pondan = tranvestite
hamsem = handsome

August 01, 2005 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 11:33 pm
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