Ambu-lan.
I'm not a chauvinist. I really don't think of myself as one. I let women do things for me, like holding the door open for me. Of course I hold the door open for them if they are staring at my behind, but more often than not I'm lazy to walk fast, so they end up in front of me anyway.And I don't bother rushing forward to open the door for them, because I know they are perfectly capable of opening the doors themselves. I think in this respect, I'm actually quite a feminist.
That's why I hate this next part of the post, because I don't like the fact that it's true:
Bitches need to know their place.
I went out just now to meet a girl, and we both knew it'd lead to sex in her mouth eventually. We were walking over to a faraway (and thus remote) area when she suddenly decided that I pissed her off, because I kept joking about how she wants me so much she would travel continents just to reach me. She couldn't take a joke (a recurring one, I admit), and so she went bonkers and decided to go home. I tried to make her stay, because sex in the mouth is really something I want to try, but she wouldn't listen even when I apologized.
I tried being nice to her, after apologizing I went on to other methods of negotiation like unlawful confinement, restraints (bondage), and eventually rape.
But I got lazy so I stopped after apologizing and asking her the usual
"What's wrong? Are you angry because of what I said? I take back my words, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I was only joking."
"Hey at least tell me why you're angry, so I won't repeat it next time."
"You took such great pains to come over, I really don't want you to leave so unhappily."
It's one thing to play coy, another to play hard to get, and yet another to play fucked up. So I got very pissed and just told her off. I mean, I was being a dick, but I tried to change things around and stop being such a dick. I tried to be nice but she wouldn't recognize that.
I'd rather have sex with a dog than in her mouth, so I left.
I don't understand how men are led by their dicks. Come on man, you have a brain. I refuse to be led by my appendage. It's just gross. I can do things for sex, but I will not give up on important things like my dignity.
Just because you have a vagina doesn't mean that we all want to have sex with you. OK, maybe we all do, but that doesn't mean you can control us. I get tired of guys grovelling for female attention. I want to castrate them all so they won't ever have anything to grovel for.
There's this craze over the show 步步惊心, of which I can make no sense of. I cannot understand how people can bring themselves to watch this show, and that says a lot from someone who can watch Taiwanese 800+ episodes drama serials.
But never mind the show itself, it might be interesting, witty, humorous, or whatever. What I cannot stand is the actual REASON behind watching the show--the handsome boys.
Someone close to me once exclaimed:
I want to start watching 步步惊心! Because there was this scene in which the lead female character nearly got shot by an arrow, and the prince dashes out to push her away from the trajectory of the arrow only to get slightly injured by the arrow. When she asked him why he's willing to risk his own life/body for her, he replied with his usual stoic expression "你受伤我会更痛", and I was like "Awwwww", so I decided to watch the show.
I got freaked out. I cannot believe that I know people like that. When I watch my porn, I don't bother with the looks of the female. Of course she must be presentable, not nightmare-quality, But I don't bother daydreaming about the perfect girl I'd like to watch in my porn, because that is
1) unfair to my future sex partner
2) unrealistic.
Which is why I don't understand females in the sense that they hope for the top quality people, like the someone close mentioned above. She went gaga over a perceived hot guy, and that will heighten her standards, which will in turn eschew perfectly eligible guys from her potential life partner list.
This is the same with all the K-pop actually. Girls go for...whatever boy bands there are, I don't even know any =.=
They are filling the minds of impressionable people that there will always be princes out there waiting for them, so they shouldn't "settle for less".
OK, perhaps that scene was touching, in the sense that it's some kind of selfless behaviour, and I won't go into any arguments over whether it's selfless or just a ploy to get inside her chamber of secrets. I've taken the liberty to take a screenshot of that scene:
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| Meh. |
What if it were him who said it instead:
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| 你受伤我会更痛 |
I've always liked Kang Kang. But let's face it, you won't have an "Awww" reaction, you'll have an "Eeyer" reaction.
And then you won't watch the show.
A few days back, I was struck with this sudden inspiration--when I get a car, I want my car plate to be simply, number 1. I will have to be very rich to throw money into bidding for such a number. But I want to be so rich I don't mind throwing the money in.
I want it before I turn 25.
I have 5 years to get the...COE is around 80K, the car itself..depends, and the car plate, probably 50K. I don't know.
I'll have to earn a lot.
So, I've decided to come up with a list of things that can help me get rich fast
1) Singapore Pools. Toto/4D is a good way of earning money, and the best way to pay taxes.
2) Casinos
3) Gambling in general
4) Scams
5) Robbery
6) Stocks trading (an informed form of gambling)
7) Male escort
and the list goes on. Maybe it's just me, but it seems like there is no real way to get rich quick unless you want to bend a few life principles of yours. Unless your life principle is to gamble lah.
This sucks, another dream I cannot fulfill.
I keep doing this to myself. I keep screwing myself over. =\
A few days back, I was on the ambulance with a friend. He was being a Merlion, and because he reported sick only at 10PM, they had to send him to another camp where there's a medical occifer to take him. The ambulance doesn't have air-conditioner =.=
And the driver sucked.
And...if I were the injured person lying on the gurney bleeding my intestines out, I'd want to live, because I don't want the depressing innards of an ambulance to be the last scenes of my life.
Imagine bleeding to death with a bunch of people crowding out your face trying to save you. You want to take a last view of your surroundings, of the outside world, before you pass on, but
1) The paramedics are in your face
2) The windows are frosted.
It's for privacy reasons, but I'd also want to be able to take a dying view of my surroundings, to know which avenue I'm dying at, but privacy reasons doesn't afford me that solace.
And of course, there's no air-conditioner.
I don't ever want to go in such a way =\
-- 3/04/2012 04:46:00 PM