Welcome one, welcome all!!

Hey, hey!! Finally the blog bug has gotten to me. I have been reading kenny sia's blog and decided to start my own waste of time blog. Now, most people are confused on what a metrosexual really is. Some have the impression that a metro is a guy who is a homosexual, others describe him as a fashion conscious freak and many have the idea that he is a good-for-nothing pretty boy.

Well being a metrosexual in some ways I found out that the explaination given above is absolutely untrue. ( Well as good-for-nothing-pretty-boys are concerned this particular definition applies to David Beckham .... lousy good for nothing "Captain" of England why I ought to ....). Anyhoo, the most "politically correct" definition of a pretty boy metrosexual is described as follows :

" The typical metrosexual is a young man living in or within easy reach of a metropolis because that's where all the best shops, clubs, gyms and hairdressers are ... he has taken himself as his own love object and pleasure as his sexual preference"

Hmmm.... rather heavy stuff to eh?

To boil it all down, a metro is a straight guy fastidious in appearance, in touch with his feminine side and lives in an urban area.

There, now you have it. Now don't you go mistaking a metro from a homo. Metros are people to you know and you have absolutely no idea how insulting *sobing* it is when about 60% of the girls you meet *blows nose* think you are gay at first sight. *wailing*

For Women of All Ages

You know, sometimes I just don't get women. I have grown up in a predominantly female environment. I among other guys should know more about women, but then again like other guys I get lost trying to figure them out. There is so much for us to know about them. So many questions I would like to ask and to understand what lies between their ears. Even if we do get answers it would be so crypted that even the most sophisticated code breaking machine ever designed by man would come to a complete meltdown.
Why do they want to make it so hard for us? There are plenty of decent guys out there but some how or another we always get brushed off for another of our species that has the tendency to treat them lower than whale sh*t. What is so intriguing about guys who act like jerks? They'll just charm her, get her, break her heart, dump her and go after her sister/cousin/best friend/worst enemy/mum. You get the picture.
Call me a whinner if you must, but those same girls who get their hearts torn to shreads will use US as their safety nets. They'll come to us for pity, reassurance and cheering up. When they're hearts are mended and patched they get swept off their feet by another jerk who treats them like dirt and the whole damn process starts over again.
Sure, we get a reputation for being a "nice guy" among the girls. You know, the guy who is "understanding" and "caring". And that "guy" will forever be the safety net for other women who got her cardiovascular pump stomped on by some insensitive S.O.B. He'll never be known as relationship material by the girls. He'll be looked upon as a younger/older brother or a "best friend" who has little or no chance of sparking something special with anybody because he's too much of a nice guy to break someone's heart if the inevitable occurs.
I used to think that this is just a phase most girls go through. Then it'll stop when she reaches her 20s. But man oh man I've been proven wrong countless of times.
Looks like I've been up too long. Before I get long winded about this I would just like to say to those women out there who are looking for the perfect guy. He's not the guy playing in a rock band, or some super-successful tycoon. He is the guy who'll care for you and love you as who you really are regardless of anything else. I know its hard to find a guy like that and women would go through trial and error countless of times before finding him but at the end of the day will he be worth it?
Bottom line: Give us decent guys a chance. Who knows? We may pleasantly suprise you.

Art Of Not Giving A Damn

Gong Xi Fa Chai there people. Welcome to another edition of the Metrosexual. You know, I've been watching quite a few violent movies lately the 18SG genre to be more specific and I think I've become slowly desensitized to carnage.

This brings me back to an article I read a while ago about a soldier in the battle field. This young private was walking the war torn terrain, when he passed by a corpse of a young boy with half his body horribly burned and his ribs sticking out of his chest. He paused and wept uncontrollably, somehow he managed to regain his composure and continued his journey. Next he came across a body of a grown man with his upper right limb missing and his entire body riddled with bullets. He did stop and shed tears and then walked on. After a few hundred meters, he saw a house, destroyed by a tank during the previous battle, the occupants were all dead with debris lodged into every part of their bodies. The private did stop, took his helmet off as a sign of respect and marched on. The next gruesome spectacle he saw was a pile of bodies, mostly women and children with bullet wounds and part of their bodies blown to pieces, he shook his head with dismay and continued his journey.

You see, with every new violent and gruesome scene, our soldier here is slowly learing to not give a damn. You could say that he is being systemically desensitized to all the massacre and killings then again I'm repeating myself. You may think that this guy is being heartless, but in truth being heartless saves him a lifetime of suffering and guilt.

In everyday life, this does happen. There is so much horror in this world that we tend to block it out or deny its existence. Some of us do it better than others, this art. I call it an art because it is one, it is a skill that needs to be learned, mastered, improved on. And this art is the art of not giving a damn.

Don't get me wrong here, there is a fine line of not giving a damn and being a jerk. For I am the master of the latter and a student of the former. Being a jerk simply means hurting people for the sake of hurting people and getting a kick out of it. Not giving a damn can be defined as going about doing your everyday business without bothering what people say about you or what they want to do to you as long as it doesn't harm others.

Like I said not giving a damn helps deal with the reality of our world. But, it has an upside to it as well. Write this little formula down guys, it helps tremendously

Not Giving a Damn = Sex Appeal

Let me break it down for you, to a lady, there is nothing more attractive than a guy (who she is partially interested in) that doesn't seem to give a damn about her. Trust me my brothers, this is the oldest trick in the book and has worked almost every time, not from my own experience (like I have any) but from years of observing those who play the game better than the average guy. Girls crawl all over them like ants on honey. These guys aren't very good looking but somehow they can command the attention of women some of us dream of having.

This art requires precise timing and control. Too little or too much may slip the balance, she'll think that you're a jerk and you loose your chance to score. So I've compiled a list of things that will differentiate the art of not giving a damn and being a jerk:

Being a Jerk:
1) Staring at any part of her anatomy besides her eyes.
2) Comment her on how she has so many curves and you have no breaks. You know what I mean.
3) Forgot her name
4) Totally ignore her best friend
5) Insult her race/religion/beliefs either knowingly or otherwise
6) Keep looking at your watch every few minutes when she is talking to you
7) Mention anything about your one-eyed, purple headed, blue veined trouser trout
8) Hinting her to "pet" your one-eyed, purple headed, blue veined trouser trout
9) Pointing to any part of her body and asking "Are those real?"
10) Trying to portray yourself as something that you're not (ok I ran out of ideas, pardon my cliche advice)

Art of not giving a damn:
1) Talk not only to her but to her entire estrogen fueled posse
2) Listen to what she is saying, pretend you don't care then surprising her by with facts about her you some how remember when the moment is right. (Chicks love this)
3) Be very interested in her at one moment and appear to be bored with her the next.
4) Walk up to her and touch her erogenous zones (no, you pervert not THAT), what I meant are her wrists, ear and back of her neck then walk away.
5) Tease her and not apologize (not till she cries mind you)
6) Tell her how hot she is without freaking her out (this one is a little hard to pull off without getting slapped)
7) Allow some degree of vulgarity when speaking to her
8) Make fun of yourself as to show you don't have something shoved up your rectum
9) Look into her eyes when she speaks to you, you don't have to listen to every word she says but she'll assume you comprehend
10) Ignore the first nine advices and be yourself

Now isn't this a waste of your time? Well if you do have more time to waste, my blog will always be open to you guys, of course there are other *ahem* sites but at least mine is legal ..... for the time being.

Till next time. Bye!

Acceptance, Realization and Repentance

Sometimes when you get real bored and you start wondering about the events that occurred in your life. How sometimes these events bring you great happiness and joy other times bitterness and tears. When I look back at the things I did in the past, I recalled a quote that went

“I don’t regret my actions, but I feel its consequences”.

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Yeah I guess that dude is right. Life is just too short to dwell on the past, but then again the past shapes the present and the latter forms the future one way or another.

I’ve been thinking about what I did in my own past. A stroll down memory lane if you will, stopping by a few corridors and visited a few memories I am fond of, avoiding those of the opposite.

Now, I’m a strong believer that everything happens for a reason. These occasions in my life, anybody’s life doesn’t happen by accident. It must have some meaning or purpose. It’s not my intention to sound like Agent Smith in the Matrix, but you have to agree to what I’ve said just now. Everything has a purpose. Everything.

I’ve experienced a lot of highs and lows in my short twenty years, most of them occurring in my late teens. I’m sure that I’ll go through much more, but right now I would like to focus on what I’ve been through.

Love is a wonderful gift is it not? It’s a funny kind of emotion. Unlike anger, frustration, pain or ambition, it gives no motivation that would allow us to succeed in this superficial world. It brings happiness, yes it’s true, but then again it brings us sadness like we never felt before. It is almost like we are dependent on it, like some recreational drug. Once you’ve tried it you’ll be hooked. Not only does your body crave for it, so do your mind and most importantly your soul. You can’t live without that person. You need that person to be with you. You need to know whether he or she is safe from the dangers of our cruel world. You want to touch that person. You want to smell that person. You want to taste that person. Last but not least you want that person to have those same desires for you.

Imagine what that could do to anyone. People are willing to literally kill for love. You may deny it, but when Cupid’s venomous arrow has pierced you and left its ugly wound you’ll jump on my bandwagon. Love is a powerful tool that can mould a person, in more ways than one.

I have always self-proclaimed myself as the Ultimate Player amongst friends. But that really is all in jest. Sure I have all the ‘knowledge’ I obtained while observing my other playa’ buddies turn on the charm to err… charm the girls into falling into their arms and those countless ‘research’ from FHM and Cleo combined, but what do I lack?

I’ll tell you what I lack. I lacked the courage to be rejected. Rejection and I don’t get along too well. I’m the sort of person who will stop at almost nothing to get what I want or die trying.

Remember what I said about purpose? I think being rejected too has a purpose in life. Let us see the pros and cons to this shall we?

Pros:

1) I learned not to go for a girl sole based on her body ….. I must also look at her face.
2) Sometimes its best to let some things go
3) Learned not to be too choosy (A friend told me this)
4) My wallet is still half filled
5) My weekends are my own
6) Answering to absolutely no one
7) Being single and loving it!
8) Learned not to reveal too much of myself to anyone
9) Became a little bit wiser
10) I get to flirt around with any girl I want, anytime, anywhere! Hahah!!

Cons:
1) A heart that’s grown colder
2) A personality that got meaner
3) A mind that has turned twisted and demented at times
4) The ability to not trust anyone
5) Envious to anybody who has that special someone
6) Plenty of latent anger
7) Bitterness
8) Unforgiving and merciless when encountering betrayal
9) Having a black hole within one’s soul which will stay there for a long time
10) Broken heart and the tendency to break the hearts of others.

Well I’ve listed the pros and cons. I don’t know if my view on getting rejected will be the same as yours, but to tell you the truth I don’t care.

I’ve not only accepted what rejection has done to me and to be honest, I appreciate it. One cannot survive in this cruel world without anger, ambition, and a sick mind.

Till then, have a nice life.