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-- 5/25/2012 01:25:00 AM
My extended chalet.
I don't know whether to like that page or not. I want to show solidarity, but it...doesn't go well with my principles. I..am at a loss.This struck too close to home. Really. I know your face. I know. Holy shit.
And it's not like all the "safety off" helped. There's about 1 death per month. That is scary.
I'm going for my 20+ days of chalet.
I brought the entire HIMYM series on my gadget.
I brought 7 books.
I even brought my swimming trunks and goggles. I am prepared.
-- 5/13/2012 06:20:00 PM
I need a basin of fire to wash away all my bad luck.
I entered the elevator with 3 boys and their maid. I'm not even sure if they're twins or quadruplets, but they don't look like there's an age difference between them. But then again, at that age, their faces are ageless.That's not the point.
Their maid suddenly started observing my chest, specifically my right nipple. She then exclaimed "You also Lee, these boys also Lee."
And I was quite surprised at how this conversation started so I just smiled and said something like "OH, they're also Lees? That's nice to know."
Then she kept smiling away and I kept smiling away until the elevator reached their floor, which was when one of the boys said something to the effect of
"Bye bye handsome boy"
and giggled his way out.
Yea..well...I can't help but agree with him (;
It's really depressing that I won't get to stay out soon enough, and while I'm at it, I'm preparing myself for a good long stay in Khatib Camp with a 21 day SOL lined up for me.
You know when characters in a show get out of jail, they often cross over a basin of fire? I'm really not sure what it is supposed to symbolize, but I'm going to try to get such an installation at my doorstep when I get out. This is probably the closest thing to jail I'll ever experience.
Nope, I'm not looking for anything fanciful. Just this:
May it wash away all the bad luck.
I keep checking my watch these days. It's not for the time, it's for the date. I'm counting down 10 months, and it's painfully slow.
I know I'll never truly feel like I'm part of the unit.
-- 5/09/2012 12:37:00 AM
I'm just tired. I want out.
I enlisted on 030511. It's 030512. I've been a soldier for a year. In the weeks preceding and after BMT, I was excited to be in the SAF.Now, I'm just tired and jaded and I want to quit my job.
10 more months to ORD.
And I have a fucking guillotine hanging over my balls. I may have balls of steel but my scrotum is not fortified.
-- 5/04/2012 12:07:00 AM
Paid sex vs. Unpaid sex.
There's so much noise over the underage prostitution issue. For the ignorant, I envy you. It's about a then-17 year old girl prostituting herself for $450-$800 dollars per session. If you think about it, it's really good money, but that's not the point here.The point here is, she's not allowed to sell her body, or engage in "paid sex", until she's 18. This brings to mind a rather interesting dilemma--the age of consent in Singapore is 16, but the age of prostitution is 18. How does this work out?
I believe that the law is trying to protect girls from prostitution, either coerced or very willing, because at the age of 16 you're still "not mature enough" to contemplate the consequences of being a prostitute, namely bad reputation and the improbability of marriage, but old enough for the state to not give a shit about what you do privately. They know it's your life to screw around with. I guess they care when you try to commercialize your life because of tax reasons.
But really, why bother with this 2 years of a female's life? Because if I'm 16 and already having sex, I might as well get something out of it. Sex isn't all about love, and the people know that. The cultural shift dictates that sex = love, love = sex is too..traditional, and that it is a traditional thinking that isn't very deeply-rooted in the youths of today, WHICH IS THE TARGET of this law. To have some sort of recompense for my services isn't that unreasonable.
If sex is for people in love, what happens when they fall out, when they break up? The girl gets nothing out of the past sexual experiences, and the boy gets nothing out of it too but since the normal societal view is "wah the girl damn wasted", why not let her get some money out of the loss of reputation?
I guess this is the basis of compensated dating, and I think that the concept isn't that bad or unhealthy. Just because there's a demand for it doesn't mean that there MUST be a supply for it. If the supply isn't willing, then you don't have a supply at all. But if there's supply, it hints at a certain...degradation of the society in question and if there is such a crack then there should be ways to exploit this niche market, by the commercially savvy girls, and if they're that commercially savvy they probably should know what they're getting themselves into and have no regrets about it.
It's like renting a girlfriend for a day, get the full services, feel loved, and then move on. Laws are created to protect, they're not created to babysit.
If I'm 17 and I'm being offered 600+ SGD per session, why the hell not? Being a "high-class call girl" means that your clientele is "high class", or at least of a class high enough to pay you for your services and not feel the pinch. If so, they probably aren't going to be too rough or primate in their mating. In short, easy money, because they're civilized and perhaps not so strong physically. You don't run that high a risk of getting physically abused.
And who needs a husband if you have the money? If I can earn 30k per month this way, I definitely won't need a husband. That is not to say that I need a husband just because I earn less than 30k a month, because I'm not gay. $30k a month would mean 360k per year (I'm guessing there's no 6-month bonus here), and let's be honest, even the most highly-educated people might not get this amount. She'd be a millionaire in a year, and because she's a girl she probably won't be expected to pay the hotel room bills.
Why is the law trying to impede her road to fortune then? If this case is about the tenacity of our legislation and how long the peni-I mean, arm of our justice is, then the main purpose would be to deter girls from becoming underage prostitutes, and deter guys from seeking underage prostitutes.
But the sensationalizing of this whole fiasco is defeating this purpose! By blowing this up, girls are more heartened to know that if they were to live a life of vice, they'd be handsomely paid. Low education doesn't mean low morals, this I must emphasize, but people with low morals would be tempted to make this career switch. The media is busy disgracing all the clients, but the girl in question is unscathed. It might be due to the gag order of course, but why the gag order? Why the need to protect her identity?
Which leads girls to think: Hey, I can screw around and not get disgraced. And I get highly paid!
This case won't deter males from seeking the services of prostitutes, because prostitution is not illegal in Singapore. This would only make the guys resort to checking the identity card of the girl whose services he's procuring.
And so what if she's already 18? Would those 2 years make a huge difference in a potential prostitute's mentality? I'm guessing it won't.
Let's say that I bought some cheese to make cheese pie with. But when I get home, I find out that the cheese hasn't been fermented properly. In short, it's not "ripe" for sale. I can try to sue the retailer for selling me this unripe product.
But in this case it's Fraud. I'm guessing the guys here didn't know they were being sold an unripe product because they probably aren't the best connoisseurs of cheese pies and so they can't tell from a ripe one and an unripe one.
If so, they are being scammed to pay for less. Shouldn't the girl be the charged one instead? She sold an unripe product HMM.
Which brings to mind a question: If you procure the services of an underage prostitute, and find out that she's underage BUT you haven't paid yet, and you run away from her, would it be
1) A case of paid sex
or
2) Robbery
or
3) Rape
-- 4/24/2012 05:47:00 PM
Mince.
He was lurking behind, packing up his deck of cards that were used to play a particularly painful game of Truth or Dare. I didn't allow him to, I couldn't let him be the last person to leave the room. But maybe I should have. Maybe I should've allowed him that little bit of privacy and not ruin his excuse to be left alone, for just that little while.His face said it all: He's a nice guy. He doesn't seem like a particularly street-smart nice guy, and he definitely isn't what I'd call attractive.
But just because he isn't attractive doesn't mean he can't be attracted to others, and it seems like he's attracted to someone for why else would he be present?
Everyone is fawning over her. Maybe their intentions were pure, as pure as a 16 year old can be, but they all seem to be gathered there to make an impression. To be, in turn, admired. And the boy mentioned above is no exception.
And he knows! He knows that he's not attractive. He knows that he's going to end up bullied, burnt. But he does it anyway, because if he doesn't get burnt now, then when? He's a willing victim. He wants to be burnt, and he just got burnt, and it got a bit painful and he doesn't know if he regrets it and he's trying to rearrange his facial expressions to better suit the mood that he is supposed to be in, and he needed that little bit of privacy. But I denied him even that.
I don't understand this need for birthday parties. It's a birthday, and so? And so you want to hold a massive celebration where your friends are compelled to come because they have to function socially. You make people feel compelled to turn up, even against their wishes, because it is after all your birthday and who can go against the wishes of the one in power? Your friends don't want to disappoint you after all. And so this emotional blackmail is done in the most artful manner, so subtle you can't really call it emotional blackmail.
I hate birthday parties. I like crowds, I like the noise, but I don't ever want to hold a birthday party where everyone is clamouring for any single person's attention, where everyone is fawning over someone, where conversations don't come freely, where there are stupid truth-or-dare games, where awkward moments arise when you confirm your suspicions that your friends like you in a romantic way.
Which means that if there's a birthday party where the main focus is not on the person celebrating the birthday, it sounds good.
Birthdays in general are not good for me. I'm pretty sure there's a ranking system in every Birthdayer's mind. It should go something like
"It's my birthday today, I should spend it with someone I'm in a relationship with."
"It's the day after my birthday today, I should spend it with a close friend."
And so on.
And I understand this ranking system. I would have such a ranking system myself if I were more self-absorbed or popular. Mostly the latter.
So I'm often celebrating birthdays for people weeks after or weeks before, because I'm not important enough for them to clear their schedules for, but important enough for them to use Birthday celebrations as an excuse to play catch up.
And yea there's another thing I don't understand: Truth or Dare.
If I'm your friend and you've something you're keeping from me despite my best efforts to dig it out of you, I definitely won't use this stupid game to extort it out from you. If you're keeping a secret from me there must be a damn good reason why you're keeping a secret in the first place, and forcing it out from you in such a public way is...fucked up.
Dare. Dare? Seriously? I'd rather play strip poker...
...with guys.
It makes things awkward. It's stupid. The inventor of this game has a weird screwed up mind.
If you can't get information out, you don't have to adopt this scorched-earth policy. Don't burn everyone in awkwardness with your stupidity and apparent lack of charm.
Which is probably why you can't get people to confide you in the first place.
I went jogging just now. I haven't ran for..2 whole months already. I thought I'd forgotten how to run, but naw, I still remember.
The weird thing is, I was walking home (uhh...cooling down) when this girl walked beside me. We were walking at the same pace when I had this sudden urge to engage in a conversation with her, because she was wearing a JC shirt, Innova I think, and she was out at 8PM on a Friday night.
So I gathered my balls, I mean, mustered my courage and asked
Hi, just finished training or something?
She was quite startled and blurted something about "You're sexy when coated in sweat", before correcting herself "SORRY THAT WAS MY AUTO-CORRECT. I mean, yes."
So I now have her on Facebook.
Naw I didn't talk to her. I was very tempted to though, but I thought "naw, too young."
And temptation was running high so I just ran off like the pussy I am.
There's this problem that I have. I tend to think of women as accessories. But I don't really find this a problem, except that most people around me think it's a bad way to treat women. But meh.
I mean let's face it, you want a woman to bring around for social and familial situations. You want someone that can bring out a different side of you. You want to seem responsible for the life/progress of someone else.
Shit, OK, women are not accessories. They are pets.
OK never mind they are accessories. Because they...just are. And this is just me stripping down to the essence of a relationship. You want an accessory that can breed good kids, that you can bring out for any kind of situation.
It's the same for women, they want a man that they can bring out and be brought out with.
I've come to the conclusion that I don't make the best accessory to a girl, because I'm too much of an asshole. I'm too blunt. I'm too sexual.
People don't like that, especially women, because they don't want to think, or let other people think, that they are dating a pervert.
But I've realized that being a pervert's the only perverse way to filter out people who are discerning and people who aren't. Except that the people who are discerning more often than not don't make the best accessories themselves, which makes life hard for perverts like myself.
But that's fine, it will sort itself out. I get this feeling that I can charm a lot of people. And some day with a greater pool of people to work with I will be able to strike gold.
Some day.
I don't mince words, I can't mince words, I can't afford to.
-- 3/30/2012 11:20:00 PM
To the God of the Buses.
To the God of the Buses:We all look up to you, because you're the one who decides who gets on the bus first. You're powerful, because if we don't look up to you, you can decide, at whim, to make us the last group to leave. Queuing up has no use, because the placings of who gets to go first are decided by our looks and how good they make your mood.
You can make us take the buses that start coming in at 1815hrs, or the buses that come at 1900hrs, and we'll get back to our place of rest either early or late. We don't have any medium to complain, because you're doing your job and we're all considered as lower life forms--who would listen to us, and even if anyone did, who would do anything about this small, insignificant complain?
We're all kept happy because sometimes we get the first bus out, and that makes us forget that we've been shortchanged for the past few weeks. We're all kept in line with the handheld games we play, because when we're playing our games, everything else seems insignificant, less interesting. We're all kept under the self-delusion, a trick of our own mind, that since we're playing our games anyway, it doesn't make a difference whether we play at our place of rest, or at the place of the course.
You are powerful, and you know it. You don't particularly enjoy making 48 people suffer with Waiting, but you don't particularly mind their suffering. You're oblivious to their pain, because they are just people in green, ugly green, and they're all personnel without a heavy chest.
You don't mind making them suffer, and you don't take it upon yourself to make them happy either. Does this sound familiar to something, someone we've all heard of but are unable to confirm the existence of?
You are God.
You are God in your area of expertise, and you know the immense power you wield over the emotions of the lower life forms.
You're not afraid to flaunt it or use it, because it's one of the few things that separates you from us. This power is a method of control. You end up having an inflated ego, because YOU have the POWER. And weak people in power are often made corrupt by the power they wield. You are not an exception, you will never be an exception.
You will become a slave of this power. You don't even have to abuse it--you simply have to know that you have the power. Knowing it, simply knowing it, gives you the boner you so desire.
It's like stroking the red button--you know you can end millions of lives if you decide to wage a nuclear war. It's all up to you, and knowing you have the power and contemplating the endless suffering that you can cause, all in your mind, makes you happy, makes you content. "This power, what can I do with it?"
An area, a power, in which jurisdiction we'd not be under in the very near future.
Every weak man in power makes himself a God.
And if we have the power, we will strike you down. We will burn you and everything else that we hate so much but are forced to put up with because of this legalized tyranny.
We will get our voices heard. We will get even with you.
Some day.
From: The hapless victims.
I will no longer be a victim of your power. I am no longer under your jurisdiction. I no longer have to worry about your mood or anything that goes on in your life.
I no longer have to suck your cock.
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-- 3/17/2012 03:18:00 PM