"He died by the river,
Lost in the love of his own reflection."

Once upon a time,
A lady friend said this to me,
"All I ask from you,
Is that you learn to love yourself,
Before loving somebody else."

Sound advice, that is.

And now,
I love myself too much,
To even consider loving anyone else.

I am just kidding.

Anyway,
I bought 3 magazines this week:
Cargo, GQ and Details.
A great waste of money,
But at least I'll be well entertained,
For the rest of the month.

What I love about the magazines,
Is that there is no mention of the word "metrosexual".
Nope.
(I haven't finished reading everything,
So I just hope I don't spot it later.)
Unlike the Urban supplement to the Straits Times,
Which appears every Thursday.

I know, the word was fun for a while.
Hell, I'll even admit to using the word on myself in the past.
Now?
I hate that word to the core.
The only people who are still desperately hanging on to it,
Are probably the ones who are definitely not "metrosexuals".

Example.
Some idiot who picks up a facial wash from a men's line,
For the very first time in his life,
Will probably think, "Wah, I'm a metrosexual now leh."

Or.
Imagine the same guy trying on a multicolored striped shirt,
And going,
"Wah, this shirt makes me look very metrosexual hor?"

Yeah.
All that's missing is a visit from the boys from Queer Eye.

After my previous entry,
I realized what will make the perfect birthday present for me.
A nose hair trimmer.

No, I'm not joking this time.