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Monday, March 27, 2006

Love is a wonderful thing. It's a pity that in modern times, love has become so corrupt and exploited, amongst other things. Now love has so many different meanings. It so sad that such things can happen. Love, once so beautiful, has been defiled.

Take the Nanyang Poly student's example. She lets stupidity take the place of love, and ends up having her naked, undeveloped body posted on the net, shown having sex, giving a blow job and a hand job. Basically, she isn't that hot, and I don't know why so many guys think she is. Her boyfriend looks just like a typical Ah Beng. Look at him, so gaunt, skinny and with a small dick. What the hell. If you want to flim something like this, at least have the decency to have the bodies of porn stars. But back to the point. It's not love that made them film this crap. It's pure idiocy, stupidity and more stupidity. Come on. Even if the odds that you'll lose a cell phone in any imaginable way are low, you don't have to play with fate. And even more so if people hate you, why the hell do you bother keeping it in your phone? Oh, by the way. Her name's Tammy and she's a quasi-celebrity in Malaysia now. I heard that there are Tammy T-shirts and mugs among other paraphernalia that are created with her name and image all over them.

Then there's Singapore's very own famous Sarong Party Girl who sleeps around with men. On Tab TV she talked about it, saying it was love she felt when she was with men. Basically, it's not love. Mostly it's lust, but I can guess she likes getting her pussy slammed with Caucasian dick, the "other white meat". It's so much more like a want for something, not a need. Come on, who're you trying to kid? You sleep with so many different men and claimed to love them? I thought love was special, but to her I guess love means getting pounded with a different hammer every night, or other night, or whatever her schedule is.

Then there's Valentine's Day. It used to be a religious holiday for Christians (so I am taught), but corrupted by commercialism. On the special day of the f**king 14th of Febuary, the restaurants are earning the cash. Before that, the retailers of "special" Valentine's day presents make a shit load of money by selling highly priced stuff to people. Basically, if most people don't realise, you don't have to be romantic and spend money on Valentine's day. You can spend it almost everyday. Everyday can be Valentine's Day if you know how to do things right. And it's not the money, it's the feelings and the emotion. The special bond you share (I'm not talking about sexual intercourse here) doesn't need to include money. You can be romantic in other ways, like offering a personal massage or something in your bedroom. At no large cost, other than bus or cab fare, and probably a box of condoms. Argh... the irony.

True love doesn't need to involve money, though with modern times things have changed. Unless you walk to your beloved's house, cycle there, there is no cost involved, unless you count miscellaneous stuff like electricity and water costs. But there are alternatives to that. You can do things in the dark, and if you're adventurous (or cheap, or daring, or neutered, or all of them) enough you don't need protection. You can even do things outdoors. Love doesn't have to involve money. But with the values kids are learning these days, it's really sad. F**k the media's exploitation of love with shows depicting love coupled with sex and other things that degrade love, such as money and looks. F**K them. Though not literally.

(Some of the points were brought up by Isaac. I wouldn't be thinking about such stuff if he didn't bring that up. And I would have been asleep now if I didn't hear what he said and I didn't have the interest to bitch about something. Damn.)

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