League of Hypocritical Gentlemen [翩翩伪君子]


and so, after reading the blogger, nicole’s entry…

Anger engulfs me

Do read the entry to it’s fullest and respond only to her thread.

we know that men stink in general. well, no help from this male blogger here…

if men do not serve his duty to protect, then he probably shouldn’t exist. period

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for if he hates u. he remembers for life. vengeful? perhaps…

went for a ‘talk’ after school with lovely people. the talk was ended by adam khoo. he’s as charmastic as before, just 4 years ago. appearance-wise, still the same. meet him in 1 of the MLM talks. then again, one who is good, has the right to brag and be forceful. that’s the way of life. admire him

despite his inspiration talks. i dun like his coy the least bit. it has sometime to do with his team of speakers. you see, one of his speakers left a humanitarians bad impression on me. he’s a PIG HAND. i believe 咸猪手 is the correct chinese/mandarian expression for it.

that’s around eons ago. friend of mine took some course in adam’s coy. speaker 咸猪手 was the ‘teacher’ for my friend. 咸猪手 was extremely friendly to my friend. offering to drive her TO and FRO to the venue. offering to drive her to WORK. it freak her out. at the time, we were all young. prob around 16-18? and not too knowledgable in fending off 咸猪手 advances.

friend asked me to actually accompany her when 咸猪手 offered to drive her to her part time work. many a times, 咸猪手 tried to lay his fility hands on my friend’s thighs during the ride in the damm car.

now.. with such an impression…. and bad association, it’s not suprising i dun really like adam’s coy.

咸猪手 stinks.

xxx

but’s adam khoo’s talks kick ass. got for his talks. just pray u dun get speaker 咸猪手. anyway… 咸猪手’s a old man. with graying hair. beware

xxx

someone taught meto ride in 1st person lingua. it actually helps to calm my nerves down for a bit. seems to work. thought i hate using the word ‘i’ ‘i’ ‘i’ all the while. next post onwards… should he write in 1st or 3rd person?

you decide.

his highness wondered. that was the precise reason why all most “adams” are dumbass. you bothered to offer a greeting, to chat a little with a lot “not-seen-him-around adam” and he tries to shun you a little now and then.

sweetness.

his royalness was eating some grapes under the grape tree with lady doe. perhaps that particular adam feeling miserable cos he didn’t get to know lady doe, or perhaps, he’s annoyed that he didn’t get any grapes.

perhaps that accounts for the NO Sense comments. then again, lady doe wasn’t impress with that ‘adam’. lol

and then, highness and lady doe went for class.

perhaps his highness was too sensitive.  then again, the comment that that adam made was obviously meant to sting. though his highness ignored it as adam being himself, he is still annoyed.

but, the point is, that’s one reason all most adams stink, and most all eves rock

well, the portion below represents views from a chain mails… taken from wes’s blog (this is probably the only time where the ‘ comes before the letter ‘s’), who in turn got it from his friend who, well, got it from some chain mail

so this meant, his royal highness didn’t write the post…

then again, it seem quite logical in a sense, portraying neither the truth nor the lies.

but there one thing for sure… the chain mail creator’s likely to be male…

theres two reasons.
a. the tribute to guys is damm long
b. the tribute to girls seem oddly short in comparion

and he’s oppressed…

xxx

Ode to the Nice Guys

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say ( I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Ode to the Nice Girls

This is a tribute to the nice girls. These are the girls who are safe. The girls whom guys who have girlfriends are allowed to hang out with because they’re not viewed as a threat. These are the girls who dress respectably . . . they don’t go and get “skank clothes” and parade themselves around, catching the attention of every drooling, testosterone-filled boy on earth. These are the girls who are okay with going to chick-fil-a on a date, hanging out, watching a movie, playing a game, or doing some other low-cost, high-fun form of entertainment. Because after all, it’s really about the quality time that they spend with the guy and not the amount of money that is flowing from his pockets in order to please her every whim and desire (or so he thinks) during the date.

This is in honor of the girls who take the time to ask their guy friends “how’s life?” and to listen carefully when the answer is given. The girls who go out of their way to make cookies or cheer up male friends in distress. Yeah, we know “men are from Mars” and “women are from Venus,” but a simple “thank you” is pretty darn universal.

This goes out to the girls who must sit complacently while their guy friends discuss the “hotness” of the girl at the next table over. They watch as these guys date or lust over each and every self-centered, trashy, insecure, flirtatious, and flighty girl they come into contact with.

When asked, most guys say they would like to date a nice girl. However, when faced with such an opportunity, they claim that “I love her . . .like a little sister” or “there are no such things as nice girls. They’re all evil.” These guys continue to complain about how all girls are “manipulative” and “gossipy” and wonder why in the world they all go to the bathroom at the same time.

But, we must confess, there are guys out there who realize the value of their nice friends who are girls. These are the guys who should be praised for their willingness to go with the flow, hang out, and chill. These guys, however, fail to consider these nice girls as anything more than friends or to step up to the plate and consider them for a Saturday night date or the upcoming dance even though they possess all the qualities that guys claim they are looking for. But, a note to the nice girls. Eventually all guys will (or at least should) realize that they don’t want to have a relationship with a girl who wants all of their money and who will only date them until a guy who is better or more enhancing for her social status comes along. So, until those guys realize what is right in front of them, a word of encouragement to the nice girls. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of being treated like a doormat. In all honesty, you are valuable. Clearly, you possess qualities that cause your guy friends to want to hang out with you. The world needs your encouragement, your willingness to take part in spontaneous activities, your ability to continue to enjoy life even though you watch as countless nasty, malicious female sirens blind the nice guys with their alluring ways. For all of the random, frustrating, and seemingly non-sensical things you tolerate, don’t lose hope. Nice guys do exist and will someday realize that nice girls, who are not evil, exist as well. Fear not, your day will come. And perhaps your prince will too.

xxx

[Edit] View the same extract in COLORS….. it’s prob from the source site

well…

then again..

BUT, then again, the above scenario in the extract above seem loop sided. and the author’s aren’t exactly in the correct state of mind.

the author could fight for it, or simply move on. rather than rant endlessly on the good guys good girls; first and last issues…

what do you think?

then again, this is coming from his royal highness who loves cats, and not like men. hmm…

okay. this happens to be hottest and wildest topic on the net…

girlfriend or fling? part 1

girlfriend or fling? part 2 sneak peaks

girlfriend or fling? part 2

in layman terms, the blog owners of the posts of the above mentioned discusses about the potentials of each girl being a great girlfriend, or great something else…

does every man thinks the same? possibly true. since there has been studies on the male brain. we, males think of something that relates to sex for a great timespan of six seconds… then again, six seconds seem terrible long… or short… that depends on how one view stuffs in life.

still, he thinks it is pretty much unfair to give a face book judgment on how someone is from a photo posing. rather, we should really know the person. after all, its only fair.

then again, human live on stereotyping. in the sense of psychology and sociology, stereotypes makes life and understand of social life easier…

so, click on the links above and think for yourself. do you share the same views as the blog owners from the above three links? do you not?

my view? everyone grows up one day, and they will all make good girlfriends. then again, that’s the viewpoint from a supporter of ladies. =X

and his royal highness wasn’t exactly motivated to do work or study for day. as such, he did a bit of blog hopping via wordpress and blogspot. click, click, and click. finally, happen to come across a friend’s bloggie.

such a coincidence! maybe? maybe not? who knows? just ask the man up there. or rather, ask the tech world. coincidence. lol

her article has to do with a incident that happen recently, and in particular it has to do with being inexperience with life and people.

xxx

had once read some online email regarding business practices. here it is.

Management Lessons:

  1. …..
  2. Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.
  3. …..

we can actually do a reverse inferring: –

“people who crash with you and offer to help, aren’t exactly nice people. they have their own agenda”

xxx

still, everyone only gain knowledge about the harsh real world by encountering the nonsense crap shit first.

“learn it the hard way,” they always say. at least, that’s why mother says (that’s her royal majesty to you commoners [lol], and mother to me)

no wonder she never tries to shelter me, but rather watch me head down the drain, bruising myself, bleeding all over. “fun,” she says, watching me learning the “hard way.”

at least, such education stay in the mind.

“no shelter for you,” mother says…

well, mother learnt it the hard way when she was under gran’s (that’s dowager to you commoners!!! [lol]) ruling.

xxx

as such, the instant i see the chap being nice and friendly. and being extremely helping in claiming damages. something was wrong.

since people who gave you shit, dun’t really try to help a lot unless its for a clause…

call it a suspicious nature…

still, the least his highness could do was just to listen and accompany for a while. not for long anyway…. =X

turned out that friendly ‘uncle’ was really a crapshit. period.

xxx

morale of the story:

1. we should ALWAYS doubt strangers.
2. “friendly uncles should rot in hell”

quote of the month:

naivete is a wonderful thing,
if you remain in the dark. – Kathy

xxx

suddenly the world seem to be scary and manipulative in nature…

shrugs…

hypo world!

argh…

people who likes doing disappearing tricks are horrible

people who says X and not do it pretty much are an arse

people who says X and does a Y are still much better

people who don’t reply are the worst!

eeky lah! arse!

people who are sweet for a motive are the worst…

*disgusting*

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