Don't be too hopeful for your own good :)

I realize that my posts nowadays differ very much from how I used to blog. I used to talk about my own thoughts, then I went on to talk about my everyday doings. The mundane stuff.

I was reading through my old friendster blog and thought, "Hey, I really had much more to say back then". And am a bit surprise at the extent of my expressiveness back then, which, if you come to think of it, was not too long ago (2004).

So I'll blog about my thoughts from now on. Unless I come across another bowl of yummy laksa and other similar eats :)

"Are all men liars?"

When you think about a statement like that, you have to consider all parts. The three key words here of course, are "all", "men", and "liars".

To be fair, the same can be said of women. So dear men, feel free to debate "Are all women liars?". Just don't do it in front of me.

Ok. The easiest thing to clarify is "Men". By "men" I mean those with XY chromosomes. Any other variation of the chromosome doesn't count, hereby excluding those with Down Syndrome, Fragile X and the like because these poor souls can't help their genes. It also excludes gays because I'm not likely to marry one. Although I must admit that is my greatest nightmare. And also, we must not forget to strike out anyone below the age of 18 and those > 40, because let's face it: I have no interest in getting into a lawsuit or dating someone who farts like my dad.

"Liars" or "a liar" is more difficult to define. The first thing that comes to mind is "A person who tells lies". But then you have to define what a lie is. Lie = an untruth; opposite of what is the truth. Now, I'm not a tyrant, so I say, white lies don't count when someone's life is at the brink of death. Something like lying to the person who is about to die because of an accident. Morbid, but acceptable.

Now, on to the reason why this statement is even running through my mind. The issue of "all". "All" means every single XY chromosome, straight, legal aged non-geriatric man. I had a man say, "Oh you know, looks doesn't matter. I don't care what you look like."

Stick up your picture, and he tries to slink away subtlely.

LIAR!

Or maybe I'm just too hopeful for my own good.

But we'll save that debate for another day.

I let myself get hurt again.

No more. That's it.

Coconut House

One of the better tasting laksas that can be found in Melbourne. Intersection of Elizabeth And Franklin Streets, few doors down from Kitoh and Rose Garden, or few from QMart if you're coming from the opposite direction. Other specialties include varieties of Nasi Lemak, Teh Tarik and Ramli Burger (supper).