Boys,
they always say one thing but mean another.

Mr Kong, "Stop trying to seduce me by playin wit the zipper of ur jacket. 对不起, 放不下"

You can stop fantasizing about undressing me. It will never happen.
I repeat, NEVR EVER.

Boys,
they'd lie through their asses when they love you.

Mr Sandrick: You guys! Stop suaning her ok?Didn't u see her very cool red specs?
If I were not attached, I'd sian her myself

And only tell you the truth when they stop (loving you).

Mr Sandrick: Wah!! Few months never see u, I didn't know u got pregnant! Last time you
walk by, still will whistle a bit. Now ah....*makes a puke sound and a puke face*

If not for Doris celebrating her 21st,
I'd haf been wit da seasons having a ball of Halloween fun
instead of subjecting myself to being bullied at East Coast
by a guy who cycled like a crawling snail,
by another guy who looks pregnant himself,
and a man trapped in a woman's body whom I believed to be possessed
to insist on being glam-glam
and donning a SKIRT to a bbq cum chalet.

Men!
Tell me what are they good for?

I used to think they at least served one purpose.
But after an enlightening conversation with Boss during our shake-leg-make-money-saturday-session,
I was introduced to a relatively new "gadget" called the "rabbit".

According to Boss,
this little pet was all the rage in America,
and it was even featured in sex and the city.
It carries all the traditional features that such a "toy" shd carry,
with an added newly improved rotating head.

Interested parties,
u'll b glad to know that our very own green city had alrdy brought it in,
and it is currently priced at around 300 bucks.

And I was telling Boss,
that with every new innovation,
men are slowly becoming obsolete.

Think about it,

1) You don't get asked 98712187314635th times a night by a freaking fit dragon-boater
"Seriously, am I fat?" when minutes ago,
u were indirectly told by someone tt ur tummy is "spottable" all the way from the carpark.

2) You don't get told tt ur tummy is "spottable" all the way from the carpark.

And in addition,

3) You don't get the shock of ur life when u spot old fugly pics of urself
suddenly resurfacing in somebody's blog.

"Rabbits" keep quiet,
and their only goal in life is ensuring that you get all the perks,
without all the messy strings attached.

*wriggles non-existent eyebrows suggestively*

So Seriously,
I mean seriously,

Who needs men when there are rabbits around?