Coldplay? Don’t you mean HOTplay?
*REN speaks:
11th July 2006: Coldplay (X&Y tour) comes to Singapore.
I never found chris martin physically hot, not even cute. Walk along boat quay, clarke quay, Holland village... and I’m sure I can find a guy who looks like him. Probably better looking in fact. (Yeah.. I don’t have the makings of an SPG.)
After the concert and a couple of drinks, I logged onto MSN:
RUBY:
puki! You’re back!
REN:
lalalalalalala!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
RUBY:
happy AHHHH?
REN:
!!!!!!!!!!!!
RUBY:
i take it coldplay was good? Hahaha!!!
REN:
I WANNA FUCK CHRIS MARTIN!!!!!!
RUBY:
u and a million other people.. james is on-line with me! hahahaha
REN:
who the fuck cares about james-what‘s-his-name?
RUBY:
u should!!!! me arranging for u to fuck him... hahahaha since i can't have him.. u can!
REN:
no mood to fuck! i want to be chis’s piano! play me baby!
RUBY:
Hahahha!!! gila lahhh! (translation: you’re mad!)
REN:
VERY!
RUBY:
married man!
REN:
Of A…LL that is obstructing me from fucking Chris Martin, you’re stressing on the fact that he’s married? you mean if he’s not, I stand a fucking chance? Haha!
REN speaks:
i was standing no more than 4 meters away from the band. It was something else. I mean, I was so close i could see what shade of blue his eyes were.
So everyone, including myself, were riding on the high of the music. Then I had a moment. If you watched his LIVE concert videos, you’d be familiar with his signature moves. Chris bent so low over the keys, his shoulders were almost touching them. He started pounding the piano with such intensity. Got the tingles then. Then, the song was reaching its climax.. Still crouching over his… er hem, instrument, he rocked on his piano stool like he was engaged in a slow, tender but firm foreplay… and when the beats arrived at its peak , his thrusts turned so madly aggressive I thought he was going to crash into the ivories! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
He was obviously in a moment?
Hell! I! I! I was in a moment. A spasmic moment! I swear, my puki felt every hit, the stool legs threw on the stage.
I wonder if I’m normal..
I wonder if at least some women in the audience thought that was extremely sexual.
And most importantly, I also wonder, was I the only one spazzing out?
11th July 2006: Coldplay (X&Y tour) comes to Singapore.
I never found chris martin physically hot, not even cute. Walk along boat quay, clarke quay, Holland village... and I’m sure I can find a guy who looks like him. Probably better looking in fact. (Yeah.. I don’t have the makings of an SPG.)
After the concert and a couple of drinks, I logged onto MSN:
RUBY:
puki! You’re back!
REN:
lalalalalalala!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
RUBY:
happy AHHHH?
REN:
!!!!!!!!!!!!
RUBY:
i take it coldplay was good? Hahaha!!!
REN:
I WANNA FUCK CHRIS MARTIN!!!!!!
RUBY:
u and a million other people.. james is on-line with me! hahahaha
REN:
who the fuck cares about james-what‘s-his-name?
RUBY:
u should!!!! me arranging for u to fuck him... hahahaha since i can't have him.. u can!
REN:
no mood to fuck! i want to be chis’s piano! play me baby!
RUBY:
Hahahha!!! gila lahhh! (translation: you’re mad!)
REN:
VERY!
RUBY:
married man!
REN:
Of A…LL that is obstructing me from fucking Chris Martin, you’re stressing on the fact that he’s married? you mean if he’s not, I stand a fucking chance? Haha!
REN speaks:
i was standing no more than 4 meters away from the band. It was something else. I mean, I was so close i could see what shade of blue his eyes were.
So everyone, including myself, were riding on the high of the music. Then I had a moment. If you watched his LIVE concert videos, you’d be familiar with his signature moves. Chris bent so low over the keys, his shoulders were almost touching them. He started pounding the piano with such intensity. Got the tingles then. Then, the song was reaching its climax.. Still crouching over his… er hem, instrument, he rocked on his piano stool like he was engaged in a slow, tender but firm foreplay… and when the beats arrived at its peak , his thrusts turned so madly aggressive I thought he was going to crash into the ivories! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
He was obviously in a moment?
Hell! I! I! I was in a moment. A spasmic moment! I swear, my puki felt every hit, the stool legs threw on the stage.
I wonder if I’m normal..
I wonder if at least some women in the audience thought that was extremely sexual.
And most importantly, I also wonder, was I the only one spazzing out?
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