" A week ago I saw this ad on the papers, appealing for girls to sign up as escorts. Was thinking wow, that’s a really daring ad and went online to prod some more. Discovered this forum created by local men - just to chat about the sex trade. I don’t understand half the acronyms inside, but I do know that they list places to go and post ratings after they’re done.
A few admits they are attached.
They even warn each other about potential ‘clingy’ girls, so the others can avoid them. The thing that hit me most is that most of them treat it as purely professional. As normal as conducting any other kind of business. I pay, you service me, the end. Some even say things like “She is a very nice, just came to earn money, treat her properly ok”
I wonder if they treat their wives as good.
They aren’t shy about what they do at all, posting very explicit details and events. At the end giving ratings on body, after-service, hygiene, whatever. Its like a whole network of sex addicts feeding on each other’s dirty deeds.
Oh yeah not to mention those sleazy ktv parlours.
I think I might become so disgusted with all men that I turn lesbian. "
if anyone were to ask how annoyed i am now, the answer is VERY. (and i'll most likely slap the person's face)
I LOST THE RUBBER PART OF MY EARRING, YET AGAIN!! why the fuck... i was just about to be convinced by myself that i really like my new replacement earring, and now this. excuse me, tell me who in the fuck will lose their earrings(note, it's earrings with a 's' at the back), or part of it, in less than a month. ME! roarrr. seriously, i either:
1) keep losing the things i really like 2) think that i have the things i really like, which may not be the case 3) can't get the things i really like
roarrr. it's always one of those above mentioned cases. sometimes all 3. that's how fucked up i can get.
i don't know why i always make people think too much for their own good. i talk in circles, i make people believe in what's not and vice versa. hate me, please.
van said: oh dear i think lotsa ccute looking guys are gays and all the straight man left is like dick. HAHAH yes in the future, a boy and girl holding hands will need to hide themselves while boy-boy girl-girl will be conquering the streets. this is a scary norm.
i'm not sure if there's any pun intended at the dick part though.
well i was saying it'll be a cool change for once and she made me realise the change could be forever (if it ever happens), like how dinosaurs are gone. whatever the case is, a change is needed, any sort will do. history books are getting boring!
there's this day when you put everything aside, settle down, think things through. the things that were said, the things that were done.
sometimes you laugh and brush it off. sometimes not. you hear yourself scream inside, but you can't talk about it. you don't know where to start. well i guess some things are better left unsaid.
you tell yourself to smile, you smiled. you tell yourself to laugh, you laughed. you tell yourself to love, you loved. you tell yourself everything's gonna be alright, but it didn't turn out so.
what you've got is not what you wanted. what you thought you could have, was not yours and may never be yours. you feel sore. nothing much can be done though, so you go to sleep in hope of waking up to find that everything's alright. the next morning you wake up finding yourself in the same bed, with the same life. nothing's changed. nothing.
someone has found her new target in school. -jealous- don't forget about me ok. please continue to shower love on me. i know you can multi task. hahahaha
i've been drowning myself with water for the past 3 days. i feel thirsty every now and then, even when i'm typing this. that's bad cause it means the camel is dying! oh no!
whenever it's time to enjoy yourself you'll fall ill. you don't want to go on dates with me right?! can you please take care of yourself and stop falling sick every now and then. the frequency of you falling sick is higher than a mental case trying to kill himself.
aye, take care!
and i can't believe you actually queued for the donuts! those sweet, poisonously colorful, fattening donuts!! ahhhhhhhhhh. never share. hfmph!
sometimes i love all these pain i'm going through cause they remind me how much a failure i am.
