Tuesday, November 20, 2007

the great morning salsa

Currently listening:

Toxic - Britney Spears and some salsa song, Channel News Asia and MSN Messenger alerts

insomnia-induced post again

so anyways, star movies succeeds killing a quarter of my day, and i actually watched all six star wars movie. i swear that i was praying to God for some productive event to turn up. i cant sleep. maybe because money problem wakes me up. that happens to me alot of time. ive brushed the best and the worst of finance and almost always insomnia's the result.



yesterday, my wallet went broke-as-a-joke-flat-zero. and i REALLY have to like earn $100 in like 4 days. sounds possible, but currently i've got no job, and im actually trying to resolve this without using my savings or anyones financial help for that matter. im gonna raise that hundred bucks myself without surpassing that dateline. this shit usually occurs when you have get a sum of money reserved for a date. such as someone's birthday, pay a loan by that date or like paying a repairman. kinda like the Saved by the Balls game.
ugh i missed the days when thousand dollar are alway on the tap. the 5-digit sum in the bank would be savaged and ravaged by art school expenditure next year. and to purchase and drive my own(not dad's) car by mid-2008, i got to be kidding. oh wells, here comes the cold water.

anyway, speaking of a great waste of unproductivity: spending time with december birthday boy chalet planning. for alcohol's sake, several undesirables such as: invitation of the Whopper, a fee imposed for entry.
therefore, defeating the purpose, an imbalance in the equation of fun.
usually, im a bottom-line kind of thinker. ultimate result is what matters to me when i am in a conference/argument/debate and that favours mainly for logical thinkers such as businessmens and mathematicians.irony that i seriously suck in maths. geeks usually possess that kind of thinking. for example, they look forward for the sex as soon as possible when they are having a relationship. study Russell Crowe in A Beautiful Mind if you know what i mean. but of course a algorithmic-horny mind like that is far out compared to mine. uh.. social robots.its probably in the other end of the spectrum. i think i should summarise the whole left/right brain thingy here some time soon..


oh, and i just learnt about the rock and gold situation. ill tell you guys one day. about my recent parting from my significant other, i want to talk about mens.ugh.. im so not sleepy even now. okay time to be serious, im about to seize the day by doing this.


Male society may seem on the surface like it runs rampant in society- there are strip cubs, pron websites, Maxim-styled magazines, and titillating advertisments everywhere. but, despite all this, true male desire is often kept repressed.

Men think about sex more than they will ever let women, or even each other, know. teachers think about fucking their students, father think about fucking their daugther's friends, doctor think about fucking their patients. And right now, any woman with even an iota of sex appeal , there's probably a man somewhere in the world who's touching himself and thinking about what it would be like to fuck her. she may not even know him: he may be that businessman who walked past her in the street or the student that sat across from her in the MRT. And any man who tells a woman otherwise is most likely doing so because he's trying to get in her pants, or the pants of some lady within earshot. the great lie in modern dating is that in order to sleep with a woman, a man must pretend initially as if he doesnt want to.

Most appalling to women is the male obsession with strippers, porn stars and teenage girls. it is abhorrent because it threatens a women's reality. if all men really desire a woman like that, then where does that leave her marriage and happily-ever-after fantasies? Shes doomed to live with them with a man who really wants that FHM model or the neighbour's daughter or that pornstar in that video files he hides in his laptop. as a woman ages, an eighteen-year old would always be eighteen. love is dashed on the rocks in the face of possibility that a man doesnt want a person but a body

Fortunately,this is not the entire story. mens are visual-thinkers; thus we are often deceived by our eyes. but the truth is that the fantasy is better than the reality. i had just learned that lesson. most mens eventually learn that lesson.

Men are not dogs. we merely think we are and, on occasion, act as if we are. But by believing in our nobler nature, woman has the amazing power to inspire us to live up to it. This is the reason why mens fear commitment. and sometimes, even rebel against it endeavoring to bring out the worst in a woman.

i keep telling myself that i have a Solomon-like wisdom.

tiffanie could like join the Urban editorials and like do the Fash Hag strip part-time.

man! i have to try poetry/sissy-ballad/(insert faggy hobby here) some day.
its britney's gimme more now. i need to sleep bye

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