FUCKING MACHINE. FUCKING SMASHING THOUGH THIS CONVULUTED PILE OF RUBBLE AND GUESS WHAT?

I FUCKING SURMOUNTED IT.

HEAR ME ROAR. STUDYING 14 HOURS A DAY FOR THE PAST 5 MONTHS. FUCKING ROAR. IM GONNA SMASH THE FUCKEN PAPER. THAT MEANS 98 HOURS A WEEK.

 

ROAR IM GONNA FUCKEN DECIMATE YOU. ROAR. YOU ARE A FUCKEN INEPT, LIFE-LESS ENTITY THAT WILL BE REDUCED TO A SMATTERING OF PULVERISED SLUDGE.

Felicia lee, murdered in her apartment.

dont be a goddamn sucker for ang mohs la seriously. will gullible women wake up and somehow get disenchanted in this delusional labyrinthine cobweb of lie and deceit?

you are making me turn against you when i see you with an ang moh, you know that? i dont want to fucken turn my face against my own kind.

or must i give up hope on my own kind, and seek greener pastures elsewhere? become a SPB(sarong party boy?) this is seriously arsinine. what do they do with you? swing you with other men, objectify, repackage you as some sex-toy under the pretext of i-love-youS that actually mean i-love-fucking-your-pussy, and then, before you know it, you get duped and your prime moments of your life sail you by?

so what if they're tall? do they know fundemental arithmethic? do they know how to appreciate women for their intrinsic feminity other than the wetness between your legs?  can they hold a tenable argument/know the value of fiscal prudence? shame you on spgs. the bulk of them are so....could i use this word, odious.

i have this penchant for our local women, petite, feminine and this inexplicable attraction. dont make me lose faith la, seriously. this is a sad state of affairs.

sometimes i wonder if its worth it after all?

retaking just to get into law? when everyone else has matriculated, and me, being left in this clinical place of desolation and melancholy?

i know i must fufil my destiny, my kismet. i have been studying for 10 hours a day for 10 months, inclusive of weekends, and ace-ing all tests and exams.

it is nigh-time that my efforts come to fruition. my only strength is this inviolable, inalienable belief in myself.

and i will overcome.

sometimes a man has to fight for his dreams

while sacrificing the fleeting moments of romance with his girl.

life deals us with cruel cards sometimes.

my ideal girl:

let me break my parameters down:

looks: as long as she's not too overly overweight, neither is she anoreixic, has a lil' bit of flesh, she's great. im not too particular over boobs or nipples, i dont really feel a girl should be feel inferior or any less of a woman just because of her less than perfect endowment. i could only imagine the anguish and unspoken angst that must have presided through her maturation years. how can a man reject a girl just because of her boob/ass size? its terribly infantile and ill-fitting of any gentleman in today's society. im not trying to be a deviant here, but i feel that size of the bust and ass are no where near the be-it-or-end-all kind of criterion.

emotional background: i'd love a girl to be cosmopolitan, educated, writes beautifully, knowing how to be docile and subservient at times, emotionally stable, meaning she finds greater things than indulging in a sybaritic life of excess and clubbing, finding greater pleasure in fine caviar, reading and maybe sports?

i'm not asking too much, am i? i think looks ultimately are inconsequential when i have that special chemistry with her.

 

Singapore's happy birthday imbues me with a sense of nationalistic fervour and pride!

happy birthday singapore, and please, dont be a hypocrite saying you are Singaporean when you migrate off with your lebanese/ang moh husband to far away Scandinavia and visit Singapore once a year, and still have the temerity to profess your nationality in the newspaper.

which makes it all the more amusing. how can you feel any etched sense of belonging to indigenous Singapore when you're spending 350 days in Deutscheland with your oh-so-wonderful hubby and enjoying Mediterranean cuisine every other day?

Go away lah, Singapore's stranglehold on her Soverignty seems much more sanguine when you fuck off far away to faraway Eurozone, and your disillusional craving for white cocks, and white husbands. NOTE: i am not lambasting anyone who has to WORK or STUDY overseas, these are perfectly legitimate reasons, i'm particularly riled over those who uproot themselves in totality, migrate themselves to faraway Denmark and have this audacity to proclaim their Singaporean-ness, which is extremely offputting and sordid.

Good riddance aside, I am quite certain that i'll marry and raise my kids here in this land. this will be the soil that i will die on one day, however histronical it may sound.

she loves me, she loves me not.

the complications of the heart baffles even the most cerebral.

something about that vulnerability hidden beneath that independent, nonchalant veneer slathered across her personality, something about that wry smile that brushes off my advances yet my intuition knows she's craving my attention. it's something especial about that coquettish flick of her arms, her brushes of her hair, her pursing of her lips, so provocative its unmistakable.

baby, it is all part of the mating ritual, isnt it. you sending your signals, playing hard to get, wanting me to be cognizant of the fact that you're so unlike the rest of the populace, someone differentiated, someone un-whore-ish.

my loins are stirring and dont try me when my beastly side takes over, baby ;)

http://www.penissizedebate.com/page40_ideal-penis-size.htm

 

hehe im reaching top B or A grade soon -). hows a 7and1/4 with a 6 inch girth? though i've heard asian women are petite.

I WILL FUCKING MAKE THIS HAPPEN.

YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?

DONT FUCK AROUND WITH MY INVIOLABLE WILL.

FUCKING-INDOMITABLE.