Perhaps my thoughts are better kept a secret, but “this too will pass” sometimes beat everything hands down.
I am in a passing phase, and I know it. Every guy takes a tumble of some sort, and sometimes when I really tumble, like today, I find myself visiting a massage palour where I pay $120 for a chitchat, a hug, and .. I told the girl, today no need to help me masturbate. I will not go into details about whether is a masseur a vice, a profession or a value-service, to me it is just like the pirated CD shop which I visited 10 years ago as a poor student. I could not afford to buy original games, was the excuse. The police will come and put the poor gals back to China or suspend their license, but they will not do it, because … shutting down CD shops only made Bittorrent hotter. It just won’t work.
Still.. between a Singapore University undergrad social escort going to the hotel, and a massage palour where the masseur is a Singapore part-timer who works and studies for a Accountancy degree, I can only afford the latter, since no sex is allowed in the spa center, just handjobs.
You know the thing is, who cares if you are an fulltime or parttime undergrad by day? In the darkness, I am not supposed to make friends with you. Just get the job done and go.
Yet, these are the darkness points of my life, and they are there to tide me through.
I remind myself that these are women, not sex objects. Yet, the pretence I put up in front of my family in a 3-room flat, is tremendously draining. I will not send my daughter into that sort of a job, yet.. this is not the first time I went, and I know there will never be a last. And I know that one day, my daughter may have to work there if I cannot afford her school fees.
Because the world knew prostitution before they knew textbooks.
I quit my religion months ago when I knew this is going to happen. Still, the remnants of a promise resonates in me… I want to protect women. Mothers, wives, daughters, sisters.
It is amazing that the last time I tried to hire sex, also a Singaporean tertiary student, I pulled my penis out at the last juncture. This would not do, I told myself. I want a wife, and I will not settle for something substandard. Yet, the rule of the thumb is that I screwed another woman, and I cannot lie to my future wife, if any, that I was really that innocent… that, I am a true virgin. By definition, I just did not ejaculate at the last juncture in a woman, but the dick did go in. I gave it away.
It is just like the question of when is abortion considered killing a life. The catholics, christians, muslims, and buddhists, all have their own languages.
Yet, no yet.
Call it anything you like.
I just did not see the women as objects of lust. The girl I hugged today, whom I have met four times since last December, is just somebody I found starkingly familiar. She looked like my ex-boss, and everytime I met her, I just asked myself, why are you doing there mdm? I loved you, you fought for me the high salary in my previous job even though I could not deliver enough in my duties, why are we reversing roles such that I am giving u.. or someone who reminds me of u… the very money in exchange for the emotions i once showered u with?
Or in other words, I did not want the girl to strip for me. I just wanted to give her money.
There is a hidden message that somehow suggests that.. my mother did not want a cent from me either. She just wanted me to do what she and dad did. Provide for the present and next generation, it does not matter how I achieve it. Whether by hook or crook, it is the animal instinct that keeps generations going, one after another.
I suddenly dawned on me that one day I may need to marry a Piseces girl. Or a girl born in the year of the Rabbit. Or a Taurus. Or a Snake. Or a Cancerian. Or a virgo. And it’s because these were people who gave me everything I had in this life. Or.. it simply makes no sense. Yet, I understand what I have to do this life.
I just wish there was a bullet I can bite onto and maybe complain less. Damn clones.
its clearly a world of survival with or without you...
everyone may have some dreams and objectives to fulfil but hardly anyone would ask if the endeavour is worth the sacrifices....when u dun have it, u just want to possess...and when u have possessed it....u just wanna empty an overloaded guilt ridden heart...
life is a paradox and its meanings are found in the unbearable lightness of being ...the world may come round to you and exchange roles...this moment u r rich and in the next u r poor...
the nights have never been so white as it had been dark, leaving its residual meanings in the next morning dew...
a young gal in her twilight caressing on your body....
thoughts of lust drowned along with her innocence...
You put it as if you have lived for a thousand years, yet essentially met nobody in this world who is in the same shoes as you.
I imagined that everything existed in this world for a purpose, you and me inclusive. If my purpose was to err, it is because my error gives you the room for expression in admonishment.
I have met many a preacher who spoke tall tales of what is good and evil, and promises of buy this and you get that free, but heck, like my life guru verbally reprimanded me before during my growing days... whenever somebody says something is free, grab the wallet!
Still, your post is music to my ears, on a day when too many a kindred soul has fallen.
hahhaa....good riddens....
just try out something ....
no prawn got fish in life oso good la...
they never had prawn and fish during my grandfolks' days.
buddy, why do u still hide in that corner looking like so lonely?
there is no reason why u need to do that. there is nobody around. come on, out. come to me.
we're going home.
guys, here u are.
unconditional surrender. i brought him all the way from the corner where he was hiding.
who is gonna take care of him? some higher being higher than a god? no. let him be. arsehole.
well... u cannot free him, you cannot eat him, what do u do with this thing called an unconditional surrender?
buddy next to me suggests, well, you could shoot him.
you sure about this buddy?
or u could, u know, do what the japanese do. two big boobs.. bombs brought them to their knees, they surrender, and the next best thing they are best friends with the US who made the bombs. bring in the garrison, do the rconstruction, 10-20 years later .. or in even lesser time, they buy the very countries that they could not gain a foothold in a war.
i'm the joke tonight.
Nothing is free in this world.
You work for it.
Earn a living.
quit whining and get a life.
You either stop going or go and don't complain. Stop being such a hypocrite.
Be contented with what you have in life and you'll be happy.
Dont sit at home and wait for govt handhout.
Nothing is free.
Govt give you money, you will have to return to them one day.
Not $1 to $1, it is $1 to $10.
some people have enough advantages(money, charm, social skills, etc) that they dont need to hire women for sex but some would not be able to get any sex without this option.
think about it, do you belong to the former or latter category?
if the only way you are getting sex is to hire women for it, then there is no shame
denying yourself of it may cause you to go crazy and commit molest/rape/murder
Originally posted by unclerexy:Perhaps my thoughts are better kept a secret, but “this too will pass” sometimes beat everything hands down.
I am in a passing phase, and I know it. Every guy takes a tumble of some sort, and sometimes when I really tumble, like today, I find myself visiting a massage palour where I pay $120 for a chitchat, a hug, and .. I told the girl, today no need to help me masturbate. I will not go into details about whether is a masseur a vice, a profession or a value-service, to me it is just like the pirated CD shop which I visited 10 years ago as a poor student. I could not afford to buy original games, was the excuse. The police will come and put the poor gals back to China or suspend their license, but they will not do it, because … shutting down CD shops only made Bittorrent hotter. It just won’t work.
Still.. between a Singapore University undergrad social escort going to the hotel, and a massage palour where the masseur is a Singapore part-timer who works and studies for a Accountancy degree, I can only afford the latter, since no sex is allowed in the spa center, just handjobs.
You know the thing is, who cares if you are an fulltime or parttime undergrad by day? In the darkness, I am not supposed to make friends with you. Just get the job done and go.
Yet, these are the darkness points of my life, and they are there to tide me through.
I remind myself that these are women, not sex objects. Yet, the pretence I put up in front of my family in a 3-room flat, is tremendously draining. I will not send my daughter into that sort of a job, yet.. this is not the first time I went, and I know there will never be a last. And I know that one day, my daughter may have to work there if I cannot afford her school fees.
Because the world knew prostitution before they knew textbooks.
I quit my religion months ago when I knew this is going to happen. Still, the remnants of a promise resonates in me… I want to protect women. Mothers, wives, daughters, sisters.
It is amazing that the last time I tried to hire sex, also a Singaporean tertiary student, I pulled my penis out at the last juncture. This would not do, I told myself. I want a wife, and I will not settle for something substandard. Yet, the rule of the thumb is that I screwed another woman, and I cannot lie to my future wife, if any, that I was really that innocent… that, I am a true virgin. By definition, I just did not ejaculate at the last juncture in a woman, but the dick did go in. I gave it away.
It is just like the question of when is abortion considered killing a life. The catholics, christians, muslims, and buddhists, all have their own languages.
Yet, no yet.
Call it anything you like.
I just did not see the women as objects of lust. The girl I hugged today, whom I have met four times since last December, is just somebody I found starkingly familiar. She looked like my ex-boss, and everytime I met her, I just asked myself, why are you doing there mdm? I loved you, you fought for me the high salary in my previous job even though I could not deliver enough in my duties, why are we reversing roles such that I am giving u.. or someone who reminds me of u… the very money in exchange for the emotions i once showered u with?
Or in other words, I did not want the girl to strip for me. I just wanted to give her money.
There is a hidden message that somehow suggests that.. my mother did not want a cent from me either. She just wanted me to do what she and dad did. Provide for the present and next generation, it does not matter how I achieve it. Whether by hook or crook, it is the animal instinct that keeps generations going, one after another.
I suddenly dawned on me that one day I may need to marry a Piseces girl. Or a girl born in the year of the Rabbit. Or a Taurus. Or a Snake. Or a Cancerian. Or a virgo. And it’s because these were people who gave me everything I had in this life. Or.. it simply makes no sense. Yet, I understand what I have to do this life.
I just wish there was a bullet I can bite onto and maybe complain less. Damn clones.
庸人自扰
who say no free lunch?
lunch is always free at home
in modern day inheritances.....family kinships fight one another for so called free lunches..and father fights back to take back all from children he has lost....
its called obligated lunches....lol
example....Stanley Ho's empire and many other rich families....
Originally posted by Fcukpap:in modern day inheritances.....family kinships fight one another for so called free lunches..and father fights back to take back all from children he has lost....
its called obligated lunches....lol
example....Stanley Ho's empire and many other rich families....
surely....agreeable
fighting for inheritances and free lunches has been a historical truth....
money is evil.
Originally posted by likeyou:money is evil.