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Purchase any Ray-Ban sunglasses these days and you’ll find a tiny booklet included in the box. In it, you will find a couple of short write -ups on iconic designs starting from the ray-ban aviators.

“Cool was invented in 1937,” it reads, for the Ray-Ban aviators. There’s no arguing with that statement. Undeniably one of the most copied designs ever and immortalised by Tom Cruise in 1986’s Top Gun. Every respectable sunglasses brand has their take on the aviator.

As many of you folks would already know, Ray-Ban’s genius did not cease with the aviators. 1952 brought an iconic design that rivalled the popularity of aviators. The Ray-Ban Wayfarers.

It was originally designed for pilots, as were the aviators, but the Ray-Ban Wayfarers have since become a cult object. It has seen many appearances in movies, including 1961’s Breakfast at Tiffany’s and 1983’s Risky Business.

For those that haven’t caught Risky Business, I’d say the scene below is one of the moments that make the movie.

“Sometimes, you got to say what the fuck, make your move.”

Ray-Ban Wayfarers are very popular these days but you don’t normally see them being used as prescription glasses. This is exactly what I did. Geeky chic is still in. Well, at least for work that is.

Alright. I know how I’ve been writing mostly light hearted stuff recently. Everyone could do with a laugh now and then. Even if it has to be at the expense of others. No, now that’s just mean.

Anyway, on to the matter at hand. I was talking to a really good friend of mine. Make that REALLY good friend of mine. We have the most awesomely sickening history together. She claims I screwed her. I’d say in a good way and that way too but we’re almost illegal now. Totally mindblasting.

The ONE. Your soulmate, Mr./Mrs. Right, whatever you want to call it. I believe that for most people it is a plain matter of timing. You hit a stage in life where the next logical and warranted step is to get settled down with your partner. Companionship. Whoever you’re with at that moment become the ONE. It doesn’t take much thinking, especially if you two have been together since you were wearing Converse shoes to school.

I won’t succumb to that.

Time shouldn’t be a trigger to the heart. Wouldn’t life lose some of its beauty, if it was nothing more than clockwork? We live to make choices and we live by the choices we make. Just because you’re 30, doesn’t mean that next step is the right one. True, we can’t dictate these things but we still can oppose the dictatorship of time.

Call me a hopeless romantic. The type that keeps his eyes open.

I am living the life where I probably won’t look back with regret but with the belief that there has to be someone worth it to cease my perpetual search for something better. When I find it, I’ll lay my words down and try not to screw things up.

I could always take the easy route and settle for companionship but whose life will I be living then?

I believe in a vulgar little thing called love, that is more than a complex reaction to chemical signals.

Sex sends similar signals. For some, it’s on the same route. For others, there is a claimed difference. To make us feel better about everything, we tell ourselves that and fuck till kingdom come.

My friend couldn’t stop raving about yesterday’s Indo Nite that went on at Rebel Boutique Club. I am picturing copious amounts of booze, bitchin music and drunk chicks.

No, I take that last one back. A drunk indo chick is actually only high under indo terms. To qualify as being drunk, someone has to be totally knocked out. I am talking, ‘waking up the next morning wondering where you are’ kind of knocked out. It’s tough being indo. =p

So I was reading my friend’s message about Indo Nite while having lunch earlier today. Noticed a friend saying grace.

I have always been intrigued by those who pray before their meals. It requires discipline to say the very least. Taking a minute to say grace is much harder than it looks especially when you’re out and most of your friends don’t give a damn before their meal.

Pardon me if I am wrong but I believe praying is a spiritual experience. Your words and thoughts intended for HIM. In my book, that definitely counts as “spiritual.” Bless the hearts of the pious ones who take that minute to say thanks for their meal.

So here’s what I don’t get. If eating, is important enough to summon a short period of spiritual invocation, what about fucking?

If you ask me, I’d say fucking is more of a spiritual experience than stuffing your face. I mean there’s stuffing going on in both fronts but fucking definitely trumps it like an Ace of Spades against a Diamond deuce.

So do those who say grace before their meal, pray before they fuck? I’ve not met anyone yet that has that practice but I believe the pious ones should. It seems totally justified and warranted to me.