Flavor of the Week again?! (had to borrow the flavor again)

Never knew Flavor of the week can be so contagious, but it's something i can't help since it just felt right and I must borrowed it from a friend to post this weeks juicy flavours (yea i spell both American & English).

This week hot topic is the beautiful Vanesa Mae. She looks pretty hot. But hey, aren't hybrids always stunning looking?

Singaporean born, hybrid of Chinese and Thai, and end up becoming English citizen. You can't find any hotter people like that. So for research purposes, (purely research i swear!) I remembered how she used to be featured in MTV and so i digged in deeper. But back to my main point. My point is of course of her talent. As some of you just heard, I've randomly decided that I wanted to be a a rockstar and wanted to stand on stage in front of millions and spread more of my awesomeness around the world. With my brand new friggin VIOLIN!!!.............in my mind.

Only hers is over 150,000 Sterling Pounds whilst mine is the ridiculously pricey Malaysian Ringgit 600. So yea, road to stardom here i come!.

Witness her awesome prowess here!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-eCvTx5nDDA&NR=1

(to do something original and not always copy what others do, I'm going to add a feature bonus from now on to every Flavour of the week i borrowed from a friend and that is.....Fan Service! So! heres he Fan Service of the week!)

Should I do it?? should i really really do it?? Will someone stop me from doing it????

10 minutes ago I paid a nearby mall a little visit. With my fist clenched i can feel my sweaty palm are making my hands warm. I stood outside a shop lot looking into the glass panel and took a peak inside. It has an intimidating as well as warmt feeling about the inside. I release my fist to give it some air then re-clenched it again as i straighten my back lift my arm to grab the cold steel handle. I took a deep breath and pushes the glass door open. A gust of chilly wind blasted my face, forcing me to release the steel handle and sends shivers through my spine. I stepped through as i feel the warm vaccum from outside rushes into the chilled room.

I look around in amazement feeling that familiar intimidating yet warm feeling of a room. I scan around the place and i see shining black wooden panel and at times mahogany wooden craft. Embraced by the long thin yet really strechted out iron threads on the instruments. I took a deep breath and approached the receptionist. Decent looking young man, appropriately dress as if it fits the environment of the room itself. I appraoched him and ask him many questions. Questions where even a beginniner would rarely ask. 10 Minutes have passed with my brief questionaire with the young boy. He handed me a registration form. I told him I will have a think about it and walked out feeling really content, almost as if I've been lost in a rainforest and survived coming home.

Now I have this registration form sitting on my desk close to me. As my mind is truly distracted typing this blog with sweaty palm yet again chilled goosebump by the air-conditioner above my head. I ask myself and my fellow readers....

Should I really do it? Should I sign this registration form?? Should I take the risk and sign the registration form that says...."YAMAHA MUSIC SCHOOL registration form" ..????

What if.......

Just a sheer of interest im going to try to consistently attempt to have a 'What if .......' instead of borrowing 'flavours of the week'. But i might end up borrowing it if i encounter anyone in particular. Also because with it i can talk about anything i feel like instead.

Sooo, "What if I was born as a girl?"
No, this has nothing to do with me hopping to another boat nor it has anything to do with me not knowing who i should be. Last I've checked, im pretty darn straight its unbendable. And no, its not because of Beyonce either.

So why am I bringing this up? Why for the love of spamming do I bring something where some may see it as a sensitive subject up? well for one it grabs peoples attention, especially those homophobes out there.

So i met this guy back in University who is ridiculously nice, to the point of if you attempt to shoot him in the head, the bullet would stop midflight turns around and hits you instead. Thats how friggin nice this guy can be. Although we all know the term, "the nicer they are the more they likely to ask for your credit card" (i made that up, but pretty cool huh?) However u kinda know some of these people are genuine when they say REALLY nice things about you. Even if you only talk to him a few times. This guy is so friggin nice it could possibly bend a straight guy into a loop and makes you beg to G** that you wish you were born a women!

(So am I creeping some readers out there yet? because you better be ready because the big ones coming)

Soooo What if I'm a girl? I'd flash my boobs at him, seduce him and rape him at a moments notice!

(brace myself for hate emails and comments from homophobes)
BRING IT ON!!!!!!