The Night at Dome

As usual the night at Dome is filled with gays strolling in their best casual wear, hip a-swaying and eyes a-wandering. I should have taken some picture, what's with my new fancy for taking picture, recovering my old Panasonic Lumix 5MP digicam, powered by Energizer. Let me check whether I can get some photo of Dome Lot 10 in Bukit Bintang street from Google.

The place is a gay hunting place, you get to see fags and hunks alike walking pass by you, and for an opportune split second you could exert to look your best as the walk pass. Eyes asunder waiting for that right contact, if met and match, something close to miracle could happen. THe thing is 99.99% of the time, nothing happen, gays are just too self-conscious to make the extra seconds of gaze-up to make things happen. The cute ones would take brief pretending-to-glance and if they saw that someone is looking at them, they would look away, reflex, only to realize that the gaze was a cute one too, or their type, which by then already too late for the other party already lose his self-respect to regaze this cutie. Opportunity dissipate, both hate themselves so much they have to move on or risk sprouting another worry-wrinkle. "Life goes on". Oh well they say, but the thing is, it's been a repeat after repeat of the acts, like sorry episodes of HK dramas that old aunties never get bored of.

I AM BORED of it. And I will strive to disband this bad habit of self-cannibalizing, and endeavor to end it. 

My strategy is to smile at everybody who smile at me, anybody who do not smile at me, anybody at all. Making a reflex to make friends and be friendly. If I found out that I invite an ugly guy, I will learn to reject him later. This way, I am inviting everybody, and do the sieving later. I will change the stupid Malaysia culture of stupid eye gazing reflex. 

Hey! what do you know, Dome Lot 10 photo is found in Google....