January 16, 2008
Cruel Intentions *ngyek ngyek ngyek*
You know how songs on air nowadays are highly encouraging sexual immorality, namely premarital sex? Okay. Put that aside for a second and listen to what I have to babble. *huge grin*While the female would sing ballads which are somewhat feminist (I'm not saying radically), the male would sing defensively in reply to that. For instance, how women think they should be well treated and educating men in melody of how they should be loved cause apparently men often only show their passion towards their women in a nonchalant manner. For the men, it would be of how a woman is impossible to be satisfied. On the way back from work earlier, as I was worming my way through the annoying traffic jam, Mix FM played a familiar song which I happily sang to. The song goes like this:To really love a womanTo understand herYou gotta know her deep insideHear every thoughtSee every dreamAnd give her wings when she wants to flyAnd when you find yourselfLying helpless in her armsYou know you really love a womanWhen you love a womanYou tell her that she’s really wantedWhen you love a womanYou tell her that she’s the oneShe needs somebodyTo tell her that it’s gonna last foreverSo tell me have you ever reallyReally really ever loved a womanTo really love a womanLet her hold youDo you know how she needs to be touched ?You gotta breathe herReally taste herTo you can feel her in your bloodThen when you can see your unborn children in her eyesYou know you really love a womanWhen you love a womanYou tell her that she’s really wantedWhen you love a womanYou tell her that she’s the oneShe needs somebodyTo tell her that you’ll always be togetherSo tell me have you ever reallyReally really ever loved a womanYou got to give her some faithHold her tightA little tendernessYou gotta treat her rightShe’ll be there for youTaking good care of youYou really gotta love your womanAnd when you find yourselfLying helpless in her armsYou know you really love a womanWhen you love a womanYou tell her that she’s really wantedWhen you love a womanYou tell her that she’s the oneShe needs somebodyTo tell her that it’s gonna last foreverSo tell me have you ever reallyReally really ever loved a womanJust tell me have you ever reallyReally really ever loved a womanJust tell me have you ever reallyReally really ever loved a womanIt was not till the song was over that I realise, hey....wait a minute...It was sung by Bryan Adams! A man! A species of the OPPOSITE sex! And it was at that very moment (and only for that moment) I fell in love with him. Finally! A woman lover. Hey hey. Before I made my conclusion, I actually checked who composed the song. Who knows! For all I know a neurotic woman pointed the gun to Bryan's head and say "Make this song famous or else!". But anyway, they were THREE men. Not one nor two but THREE who composed it together! Yay!! We still have hope girls!
I wonder what most men would have in their heads if they ever listen to the song. *continues to hum*
Labels: bryan adams, have you ever really loved a woman, love
7:24:00 PM
November 13, 2007
A Day At The Pharmacy
Standing in the pharmacy rigidly for say, 10 hours can really cause you your brain. It's partially liken to selling your soul to the devil and doing time at the same time. But today. TODAY is slightly out of the ordinary. A stranger got transferred from this pharmacy elsewhere and boy is she entertaining! She is sporting enough to actually open up about her life, her family, and also ahem, her profundity beyond all. Picture this: 4 middle age women, around 30s to 40s, all have been in the sales marketing business since forever, tattooed eyebrows and dyed hair, individually speaking in their own comfort language, yet trying very hard to make communication able 'cause.....3 speaks Cantonese; one's fine, one can't grasp Bahasa, the other can't speak English. The last one out of the 4 only does no Cantonese or anywhere near it. So all 4 were sharing stories and once in a while pops the question of "What did she say?"......actually more like, "Ha?" I could understand all 3 languages they used, so I was just standing there participating only not verbally. All I did was just throwing in some simple gesture of a smile, laughter or a nod. Oh. Let's not forget the looks of shock and disgust. *sticks tongue out*So what I've heard? Woohoo. Plenty!
Lesson 1:
Do not pick the wrong husband.
Apparently all of them had some hubby problem; flirting and sleeping with other women, drinking, couldn't care less about the children, squandering their hard earned money on sluts and whores (direct quoted from them! but jokes aside, RM 75 000 within a month!!!).........horny-ness. *ahem* Some of the things they were talking about....."Dia malam saja ah, mau la. Kasi saja lor. Apa buat. Saya tidur atas katil macam ikan mati ah orang cina cakap."
"Saya sudah datang itu menapos ah, sudah manyak kering la. Dia kata apa tau. Aiya. Lu jangan risau la. Gua kasi buat lu manyak sup. Manyak jahat oh. Cakap gua sudah kering ah, kasi buat sup oh."
"Yalah yalah. Saya tarak kisah pinya. Saya kasi cakap, satu bulan satu kali cukup. Tarak manyak manyak. Sudah kasi 3 anak tarak cukup. Dia pun tarak kasi anak makan. Saya kerja kerja ah, balik lagi dia mau. Pigi mampus dia."
Lesson 2:
Do not have intercourse with your spouse when you are having your menstrual.
Back to the last item in lesson 1. Yeeeeeeeeeeeappppp. One of them had this problem. Well, simply put, he wanted it ALL the time. One day she says she told him she's having her menstrual. He asked for the other erm, 'entrance'. She said noOoooOoo. So, guess what? He went elsewhere seekin' for self-gratification. But the real deal was that, having sexual intercourse during that time of the month can apparently 'cause infections and (insert disgusting stuff). The women's body excrete these unwanted wastes from the body to, well, remove them from the body. Nothing so-very-complicated about that. So, let nature be! Horny men. Can't be saved.
Lesson 3:
In case of a husband emergency, dump the man, save the children!
Never ever ever ever ever trust men. According to them, men are nincompoops, wantons, or in Rachel language: dungus! So this is what they told me. Do not trust men, as mentioned earlier. They told me to be sure of having my own personal savings and a separate, hidden bank account so that in any case, you still have yourself to rely on. Hmmm. Oh yeah. Children. Kick the husband, grab the children and fleeeeeeeeeeeee.That's about what I can remember. *chuckles*Oh yah. Some events I often see or hear on tele or movies, friends but have yet to witness, actually happened. An adolescent came to the pharmacy, circulating around for quite some time, frantically yet reluctantly looking for something and finally, asking for some pill to so-called 'regulate her menstrual cycle again'. Honestly to me, I really thought she came to only want some Primrose or such, but according to the experienced aunties, and I quote, "This one ah, suuuure pregnant." I didn't believe it. And both of them commented that I was still young, haven't seen the rest of the world, yadda yadda yadda. And one of the 2 added, "Betul la. You tak tau. Kita tengok saja ah, sudah boleh tau la. Ini sudah kena cucuk punya. Biasalah budak-budak sekarang. Kicik-kicik sudah cucuk cucuk. Depan belakang semua cucuk."
Hmmm. The highlight of the day. 3 African girls approached the vitamin counter. All 3 asked for some birth control pills or something similar to what the previous girl has requested; some pill for menstrual. So this auntie thought it would be fun playing along. She dragged them to condom counter and say, "You take this ah, no need to worry about pills la!" The girls were laughing away, flipping the condom front and back. The auntie then took the pink coloured one and said, "This one ah, you use very nice ohhh." It has 'Vibratine' written on it. I felt a bit uncomfortable (though curious) so I walked away. After entertaining them, the auntie came over and said, "Dia amik itu cili padi punya. Saya dalam hati kata gila apa ini orang. Itu ada customer kata itu manyak panas oh. Tarak best. Saya cepat cepat kasi tau dia la. Nanti mati saya kena oh." And she was laughing away.
Oh. They ended up buying the Vibratine.
Amusssssing.
Labels: life, love, marriage
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