Ugly Bitch

“There is illustrious stereotype that pretty girls are acquisitive or dumb or having a lot of dire quality while the non-striking ones are very genuine, nice, smart or considered as the type that men want to be seriously involved. Who says that ugly person can’t be a proper bitch? The ‘bitch’ factor has nothing to do with look. It’s in the genes, and not so well-formed molecule can inherit that better than a good one. That’s what we call ‘an ugly bitch with a very bad heart’.”

Men, The Look and The Facts

 “If you put all of guys that I’ve been dating together, that won’t even equal Billy Madison. You know about ridiculous demand that celebrities make? Like they don’t want to have oranges M & M so the assistant have to pick it out. Well I think it’s not so intricate because you can see the exterior, the colour, and you just have to throw it away. It s much much easier for you than to pick out one grow up man from a bunch of losers.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dogs vs. Men

“I finally come to the point where I think ‘funny’ and ‘the ability to cook’ are not really value that many boys look for in a girlfriend. I always make fun over things, over other people (in a small portion, in front of them, but abundance behind), and over myself, and for once they can earnestly banter with me, but for one small mistake I do that doesn’t fit them, they just like flee to another country.  I always bake them delicious cake, and they truly accolade it. But they just enjoy the food, enjoy the moment, but after a while, I don’t hear from them anymore. You know the proverb, “You can not fall in love with someone you can’t laugh with?” Or “Steal the heart from the one you love from his stomach”? Who made those bullshits? Where are the guys now? Gone – with the wind – with a mixture of butter, flour, eggs, expensive cheese and a lot of very good wisecracks – from me. Even a dog can show you more gratitude than that. Don’t men learn from their so-called best friend?”

Parents: Please Don’t Play God

“I against parents who set match-make things strictly for their children…because what can they do, anyway? They won’t be there if you turn out to be married to a wifebeating, alcoholic, sadist and mashocist man that succeeded fooling everyone on the first place. Your parents can’t do nothing if you are terriby unhappy for the rest of your life. They just can say, “Be patient. Pray a lot.” Well, we don’t have to be patient or pray a lot in the middle of our misery if they weren’t so wise-ass and commanded us to marry to someone we don’t really love, do we? Don’t you think even God wont push His will to mankind? So parents, don’t play God, cause you’re not qualified.”

Boyfriend’s girlfriends: Con behind moron

“I never trust girlfriends of future boyfriend. They are totally con. First they shook your hand and threw a small talk, but actually they looked at you from head to toe to look for your flaws. Then, they sneer at your back, but in front of your crush, emphasize that ‘Oh, she is not so good’ whereas they are actually really, really unattractive, u know? Finally, they make up or spice up bad rumors about us eventhough we don’t have anything to do with them, at all. And your obtuse future boyfriend just accepts every nasty words that come from their venomous mouth. I don’t know which one is worst, but no wonder the girls become his regular girlfriends. Because they are not his type and they are so ugly so the boy keeps them surround him so at least he still looks the best…among warty toads.”

Women : Hell of Our Own Making

“What so sickening about being a woman is hell in our own making. We heard story bout husband who abandoned their family, then we got petrified of marriage. If  a friend share story of how her boyfriend treats her badly, we do emphatize intensely but at the same time, we’ll have a flashback of our own relationship to detect wheter there are some predisposition in it. If a friend has a boyfriend who cheats on her, some of us will be overly paranoid, not to mention over analyzing and over thinking how that could happen.  In the end, we find that love are fiddly and scheming, but we’re still frantically waiting for a star to fall. Well some stars take about a hundred year to fall, and when that time comes, we have probably been died. We live in fears, and die by our anxiousness. That’s what I call a living hell.”

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