263. He's Gay, so what?

There is this Mr G, who gave me a chance of
earning the food i'm putting on my dining table.
a loaf of bread not much, how i wish i'm getting
some meat and cheese too, a jug of milk to soothe
down the throat.

so one day me and Mr G went to Sungai Petani,
something about a plastic cover got scratches.
and we talk, i drive slow, so we got all the time
to talk about stuff, now let me tell u about Mr G,
he is nearly twice my age and i was born when this
land was still called malaya, imagine how is he.
in malay we would refer him as the one who eat
salt first.. (makan garam dulu) hahahah...
so since he is the one who should be getting the
high blood pressure first then he knows stuff that
i dont know. And his perception on life is different.
its really nice to hear different point of view rather
then those from the same age, we who got melancholy
over richard marx's 'right here waiting'.

ok back to my slow driving, we talked about music,
some cute blonde girl with an accent was on,
twist the knob to change the volume from 3 to 6..
'i heard she's a lez' Mr G voiced out,
'oh!! is it? well i can take lez, hate homo though'
'why? both are the same what?'
from his point of view yes, both are sins.
'no, watching lez making out turns me on,
watching homo? am puking just by imagining it'
'well my daughters hated her for that, not listening to her nomore'
'why? so u have to be straight to sing?' i asked..
,,and then Mr G explained in his own word, which
i cant remember no more, but cutting it short,

We Produce What We Are,
if my officedesk is cluttering and dusty,
then so does my report will be,
so does my document control will be.
cluttered and out of place. See my desk here
14. Semak Sangat ker Pocket? heheheh, bangga woo

If i am an anal scratching, nose picking snob,
then dont eat my karipap, for it will be as filthy as i am,
containing biological salt in it, u'll puke right after.
(If u know lah kan^^ heheh)
If i am a homo or a lez, then so does my singing.
And what does songs do? it gets into your head till u
can feel the expression in your heart,
the passion, the sorrow, the feeling.
(there is a different between those who sings his
heart out and those who sing from a piece of paper
of jotted down lyrics.. they sound different)

Ever got hooked down with a song till u'r listening
it over and over for 3 hours straight?

Ever cried over a song that u found exactly
tally with your current feeling?

Ever hate a song just because it remind u of someone?
till u actually felt your heart pumping jelly instead
of blood.. and every heart beat is an effort.
Throbbing your rib cage like its gonna blow.

Then i say that he is right,
the singer does effect the listener,
what say u pocketeers?
do we have to hate a singer just because ...
...she drinks?
...he is gay?
...they're a devil worshiper?
...she got married with the wrong guy and they broke up?
hummmmmmmmmm

How i hope Faizal tahir is a straight guy