Life's a bitch. Sometimes I wish that I could turn my life into a person, a physical being, I would make her sit on a chair as I torch her pubes on fire. You don't know when she's gonna turn back and bite you.
I truly believe that all humans are bisexual. Secretly bisexual. If not, why do women check women out (oh, shut up. Just admit already!) even though they strongly insist that they are checking them out just to see 'how they put their clothes together'?
It's so ironic when people always (discretely or not) tend to be biased against gay/bisexuals when THEY themselves have a hint of bisexuality in them and they start to become quite like a performer in a stand-up comedy, poking fun at themselves. The worst part is? They don't even realise that they are.
Just like how people have secret fetishes they want to accomplish, yet, have no balls to admit that they do have fetishes. Maybe because in bid to appear 'normal' they say, 'NO MOFO, I'VE GOT NO FETISHES/FANTASIES THAT I WANT TO ACCOMPLISH. SO BACK OFF, BITCH!'
Of course, I will say that I have fetishes, or at least some dirty secrets about myself which I DO NOT want to put it up here for obvious reason : a public blog, but then again, I shall just name a few which wouldn't be too... get-the-fuck-away-from-me-you-freak.
For one, I like rockers with a ring on their wedding finger.
Think long shaggy, emo hair, ultimate formula for ultimate hotness, just don't bring that long hair up a notch to Kitaro's hair length. That's way too much, exaggerated. I guess the hair do most of the talking. That kind of hair gives off a quiet demeanour yet has that... um, I can't really put my finger to it. Bottomline is, I absolutely <3>
Plus, with that shaggy hair business going on, there's that ring that speaks of loyalty and everlasting love.
It's so attractive to me, that a man who has that rock thing going on, can still stay committed and true to the woman he loves the most; the one that can make him do the things he hates the most. It's something that isn't expected of, and yet, when it happens, it gives of the most satisfying feeling ever.
When someone says rocker, you think of someone who has thousands of groupies trailling the vocalist/guitarist/bassist/drummer whatever not, and is probably a sex addict, given the chance if he could bed anyone that wants to be on his bed. YEEEEEEET, there's this woman in his life, the one that he proposed to, the one that would be spending his entire life with her.
Isn't that the most romantic thing ever? Even though I'm not a romantic, I think it's so sweet. Ahhhhh.
Another secret thing about myself which sometimes isn't THAT accurate, but is still true anyway, is that I get attracted to geeks/nerds.
I don't know if that's something really odd about someone but a few months back, I was reading in Cleo that there ARE women in Singapore that actually are falling for geeky and nerdy looking dudes.
However, their reason for falling for the least popular jock is quite practical - because smart guys finish first.
Those smart boys will get the awesomest, highest-paying job which implies that their girlfriend have the freedom to use their pumkin's/cutiepie's/hunnnneey's/sugar drop's money to splurge on absolutely random and useless items. Probably like getting a labret that emits LED light which costs $200.
Then again, these girls are smart. They know what they want and they work for it, even if the relationship was falling apart like how a cookie crumbles, I highly doubt those women would divorce their husband since they're 'accustomed' to the luxurious life of high tea and all those Bottega Veneta's clutches and Gucci's Sunglasses.
(Sidetrack: I hate it when your brother lie to you about some stuff, as if it's wrong to tell me that you TOOK my Bon Jovi's classics to steal music from me. And when I asked you if you took it you said, 'YA, eh no, I never'. You MOFO, you slipped the disc back 'conveniently' if I had not 'reminded' you. Fuckin mofo. I hope your iPod loses its memory so you stop stealing moosic and my dreams (Volkswagen van huh, who said it first?) from me.)
Anyway, aside from all those rants about spoilt girls with their geeky husbands, fetishes and my brother, EVERYONE, YOU HAVE TO GET YOUR POLAROID NOW!
They've already stopped their productions and Polaroids are gonna run out soon. Stock up on your films too! So sad! ):
I'm outta here! CIAO.
