I just came across a simple, yet thought provoking phrase, or personal belief, however you'd like to put it.
"If it will upset the other party when they find out, then it's considered cheating. So, if you need to hide it, don't do it."
Worth thinking about it.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
The same shit, in different colours.
As of now, I declare I am drained. Absolutely every drop of me has been sucked dry. I don't want to move, I don't want to do anything, I don't even want to talk to anyone, I just want to lie in bed and sleep, or just stare into space.
I really want to get out of here for a couple of days, but I don't see the possibility of it happening anytime soon due to time or financial restrictions. Yes, I am a full time employee and a struggling student. It actually pains me to remove $200 from my bank account and watch it shrivel and die.
I am thinking, of going to somewhere myself, where I'll do just absolutely nothing. My colleague just went off to Bangkok, and I am so envious I swear I just turned green like the Incredible Hulk.
My mind is on permanent overdrive and it is running faster than I can even breathe. Maybe that explains why I forget to take breaths sometimes. Give me a bikini, a beach, the sun, shades, and a ice cold beer right now, and I'll marry you! Maybe not, but I'll be over the moon for sure. Even if it's just for 2 days.
Lamenting, grumbling, whining aside, I should really go get ready for work already.
I really want to get out of here for a couple of days, but I don't see the possibility of it happening anytime soon due to time or financial restrictions. Yes, I am a full time employee and a struggling student. It actually pains me to remove $200 from my bank account and watch it shrivel and die.
I am thinking, of going to somewhere myself, where I'll do just absolutely nothing. My colleague just went off to Bangkok, and I am so envious I swear I just turned green like the Incredible Hulk.
My mind is on permanent overdrive and it is running faster than I can even breathe. Maybe that explains why I forget to take breaths sometimes. Give me a bikini, a beach, the sun, shades, and a ice cold beer right now, and I'll marry you! Maybe not, but I'll be over the moon for sure. Even if it's just for 2 days.
Lamenting, grumbling, whining aside, I should really go get ready for work already.
Monday, February 09, 2009
Boobs are just mounds of fats and gravity hits you just below your belt.
Men look at boobs. It's quite an understatement. They look at boobs, all kinds of boobs, regardless of age, and size does matter, cos, definitely, to men, the bigger the better. Men have this unexplainable atrraction to boobs, and the way they comment and discuss about boobs, you'd think they were choosing dead chickens in the market.
I wonder, if men know that they are being looked and scrutinised upon, like pieces of meat as well. When a man looks at a woman, the criteria due for rating - looks, and figure, and perhaps, the way we dress. That's how low they go.
When a woman looks at a man, a whole checklist springs up, from the way your hair is done up, to whether your shoelaces are tied properly, to the size of your muscles, your build, the way you talk, the size of your chest, and yes, not forgetting, the size of your manhood. Of course, we can't see through your pants, not to worry. This is why, a woman is more complex than a man. Men are simply superficial.
Men also love to talk. They probably don't even realise it themselves, or they refuse to admit so, they're all in denial. Stupid fools. They gossip. They bitch. They win women hands down. One thing they don't talk much about, is their sex lives. Cos when this comes to mind, one things clamps their mouths shut. The one amazing discovery called ego.
When men have boobs to look at, the two mounds of fats that intrigues both genders. Just today, I read in the Chinese papers, there's this woman from somewhere I don't recall, who had her breasts augmented 9 times, and she's now a 38KKK. I bet she can't bend over, or even lean forward. She probably eats her dinner with the tray balancing on her boobs, or silicon sacks to be precise. I wonder how she walks, and when her back is going to break under all those weight.
Oh, as I was saying, men have boobs for visual exploration, women have the male equivalent. No, not man boobs, you've got to look further south. Men, I assure you, women look. We look down, and we have ways to determine the size of your pride and ego. We use all sorts of indicators. Those with small hands, and small noses, I'm sorry, that's the way it is.
There are some women, who are born well-endowed. Age does hit them, and so does gravity. What used to intrigue men, now becomes a topic of discussion. These men don't realise. Not only does gravity hit women, they hit men too, just below the belt.
Think before you speak, and with each pair of boobs you scrutinise and criticise, there's 10 other pairs of eyes scrutinising you down south too. Sometimes, that isn't pretty.
I wonder, if men know that they are being looked and scrutinised upon, like pieces of meat as well. When a man looks at a woman, the criteria due for rating - looks, and figure, and perhaps, the way we dress. That's how low they go.
When a woman looks at a man, a whole checklist springs up, from the way your hair is done up, to whether your shoelaces are tied properly, to the size of your muscles, your build, the way you talk, the size of your chest, and yes, not forgetting, the size of your manhood. Of course, we can't see through your pants, not to worry. This is why, a woman is more complex than a man. Men are simply superficial.
Men also love to talk. They probably don't even realise it themselves, or they refuse to admit so, they're all in denial. Stupid fools. They gossip. They bitch. They win women hands down. One thing they don't talk much about, is their sex lives. Cos when this comes to mind, one things clamps their mouths shut. The one amazing discovery called ego.
When men have boobs to look at, the two mounds of fats that intrigues both genders. Just today, I read in the Chinese papers, there's this woman from somewhere I don't recall, who had her breasts augmented 9 times, and she's now a 38KKK. I bet she can't bend over, or even lean forward. She probably eats her dinner with the tray balancing on her boobs, or silicon sacks to be precise. I wonder how she walks, and when her back is going to break under all those weight.
Oh, as I was saying, men have boobs for visual exploration, women have the male equivalent. No, not man boobs, you've got to look further south. Men, I assure you, women look. We look down, and we have ways to determine the size of your pride and ego. We use all sorts of indicators. Those with small hands, and small noses, I'm sorry, that's the way it is.
There are some women, who are born well-endowed. Age does hit them, and so does gravity. What used to intrigue men, now becomes a topic of discussion. These men don't realise. Not only does gravity hit women, they hit men too, just below the belt.
Think before you speak, and with each pair of boobs you scrutinise and criticise, there's 10 other pairs of eyes scrutinising you down south too. Sometimes, that isn't pretty.
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