"EVERY BREATH YOU FAKE" a Short Film by JUN KIN

"EVERY BREATH YOU FAKE" a Short Film by JUN KIN
Scheduling in Year 2016

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

The HAYDEN KHO SAGA continues. From ONLINE to Pirated DVDs, all over ASIA.

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CURIOSITY KILLS THE CAT, peeps!


HAYDEN KHO is NOW basking in his new-found regional fame.


His infamous SEXUAL TRYSTS - those of balling his beautiful actresses has arrived at another chapter.


Their private escapades gleefully romped right out of the bedroom ..... into pirated DVD release, found mostly in ASIA.


It's FEAST for the EYES - the REAL stuff.


These downloaded-for-a-quick-buck DVDs are known to be openly sold at night bazaars in MALAYSIA, along the streets of Silom in THAILAND, and in homeland PHILIPPINES, amongst others.


And is known to be selling like hot cakes, raking in great profits, distribution rights tossed aside, courtesy of HAYDEN KHO.


Everyone enjoys a free ride, get the drift?


Film producers who are mindful of cashing in, or jumping onto the bandwagon may well be considering HAYDEN to star in some soft porn flicks soon.


He's currently the hottest candidate around for voyeuristic sex-for-peeps.


No, the DVD pirates are never going to leave anyone alone where there's money to be made.


SEX IS BUSINESS.


Where business is concerned, these profiteers have "a nose" for shady scandals.


SCANDALS SELL.


And they'd readily spread their tentacles far and wide whenever they smell something looming in the horizon.


More than one year ago, they were peddling EDISON CHEN sex DVDs with glee.


This time round, HAYDEN KHO has shaken off EDISON CHEN and unexpectedly usurped his throne.


Not that EDISON is complaining.


He is in fact only too pleased to bestow the undesirable crown onto HAYDEN.


This is the name of the game.


The spills are here, after the thrills.


AND WHAT OF THE LOVESTRUCK LADIES, KATRINA HALILI, to speak of one?


The late poet ,W.H.AUDEN best sums this singular episode in his poem, THE DREAM:


Dear, though the night is gone


Its dream still haunts to-day,



That brought us to a room
Cavernous, lofty as
A railway terminus,
And crowded in that gloom
Were beds, and we in one
In a far corner lay.
Our whisper woke no clocks,
We kissed and I was glad
At everything you did,
Indifferent to those
Who sat with hostile eyes
In pairs on every bed,
Arms round each other's necks
Inert and vaguely sad.
What hidden worm of guilt
Or what malignant doubt
Am I the victim of,
That you, then, unabashed,
Did what I never wished,
Confessed another love;
And I, submissive, felt
Unwanted and went out.
NOW, WHAT'S NEXT, PUSSY CAT?


WHATEVER THE CASE, JUST LEAVE THE HAPLESS WOMEN ALONE.

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