Monday, October 11, 2004
Sometimes when I'm speaking, words come of their own accord; I think the technical term for this is talking bollocks. No, not talking bollocks which would be an abomination unto nature, talking - bollocks.
Last night I heard myself while cautiously skirting ah, delicate issues, say that I make it a principle never to date friends of friends (I think I probably subconsciously pilfered this from someone else, who felt that it led to too many messy situations) regardless of how attracted I am to them.
Some sobre thought much later drove it home to me that although I don't have an exactly prolific date-rate, the women I have been attracted to, and err have made moves on I've always met through my own devices / freak accidents / natural disasters, sans third party.
Ah well. For now, I still steadfastedly refuse to see that vet (strangely the mother hasn't mentioned her this trip back, so presumably she either got married or died) and I'll just go on believing that someday my princess will come. Heh. Oh yesh, and that the press is impartial, and that Singaporean politics is so squeaky clean you can eat off it, in a, uh, chaste way of course. And that Singaporean girls are good girls... haha.
Speaking of which, it's also struck me how many photo-ads feature caucasian models, or models with caucasian features. 's funny, the magazine girls are oriental through and through, and are always is relatively chaste poses with relatively discreet amounts of clothes on. But when it comes to the outright bawdy / bordering on saucy advertisements - it's always some caucasian-looking chick grabbing her boobs or (other bits of anatomy or) summat. Obviously, it's because Singaporean girls are too nice to do poses like that... tsk tsk. tsk.
Muahahahahhaaha.
And Haha, too.
Last night I heard myself while cautiously skirting ah, delicate issues, say that I make it a principle never to date friends of friends (I think I probably subconsciously pilfered this from someone else, who felt that it led to too many messy situations) regardless of how attracted I am to them.
Some sobre thought much later drove it home to me that although I don't have an exactly prolific date-rate, the women I have been attracted to, and err have made moves on I've always met through my own devices / freak accidents / natural disasters, sans third party.
Ah well. For now, I still steadfastedly refuse to see that vet (strangely the mother hasn't mentioned her this trip back, so presumably she either got married or died) and I'll just go on believing that someday my princess will come. Heh. Oh yesh, and that the press is impartial, and that Singaporean politics is so squeaky clean you can eat off it, in a, uh, chaste way of course. And that Singaporean girls are good girls... haha.
Speaking of which, it's also struck me how many photo-ads feature caucasian models, or models with caucasian features. 's funny, the magazine girls are oriental through and through, and are always is relatively chaste poses with relatively discreet amounts of clothes on. But when it comes to the outright bawdy / bordering on saucy advertisements - it's always some caucasian-looking chick grabbing her boobs or (other bits of anatomy or) summat. Obviously, it's because Singaporean girls are too nice to do poses like that... tsk tsk. tsk.
Muahahahahhaaha.
And Haha, too.
