Now this is my 'Sexual Discrimination:Part II' entry. I tried not to use the word discrimination but as i looked back at my previous entry, i think most will probably agree with me that it IS a sexual DISCRIMINATION. still, i aint no sexist. Venusians still play a very huge part of my everyday life, you see. i've not reached the stage whereby i appreciate 'gayism'. the sight of shims and just-out-of-surgery-from-thailand people still send shivers down my spine, or rather give me goosebumps. alright, getting on people...

you know the ladies' shoes shop in citylink mall, right after you come out of City Hall MRT Station right? is it U.R.S? nevermind the name, that's not the main point anyway. well ladies, i've got good news for you! it is having a SALE!!!

alright, i'm not so stupid not to know that we're in the midst of the GSS nor am i so myopic not to see the big banner draped across the display window. but i doubt you spot something that you've always took for granted, especially for the ladies. U.R.S. is a ladies' shop selling shoes, right? strange but true, they've actually hired three part-time male models in their shop to pose as mannequins! and no, no... they aren't wearing any ladies' shoes but rather mens' leather shoes. so why are they hired without the purpose of promoting U.R.S.'s products?

but these three men have a little problem. they can't be deemed as mannequins 'cause they are constantly fidgeting around. tch, tch, tch... bad marketing research by U.R.S. what's more fascinating is that one of them is carrying countless shopping bags with arms akimbo while the other two are sitting down restlessly on the chairs available in shop. and their faces, aiyoyo... i can see fire burning in their eyes and boredom written all over their faces. is this the new generation of models i see?

well, these models tickled me when i saw them actually. what more, they stood out amongst the crowd in the shop, mostly being women. ahhh... now i realise the marketing strategy that U.R.S. is implementing. i've got to take off my hat to you, if i have one. (WAHAHAHA!) still, as i mentioned earlier these are PART-TIME models. and to be working as one sucks big time. you aren't paid but was forced to complete the job. you can't complain 'cause it'll strain your relationship with your boss, which will ultimately affect your future.

it's difficult to be a spouse or boyfriend you see.

everywhere we go,
people want to know,
who we are,
where we come from.

girlfriend of my close buddy: eh, don't talk bad about girls okay! you guys also the same what. make your girlfriends wait for 2 BLOODY long hours seeing you all watch 22 IDIOTIC men chase after a ball. in the end, nobody score. when nobody score, nobody take out his shirt. now take out shirt to celebrate also got yellow card. @$#% %^& lah! where got fun like that?

the three other botaks, wearing black, on the field even more goondoo. stay on the field but never even get to touch the ball. i wonder why they they're so damn STUPID. eh, Ah Boy! go home leh. the match sure draw one!

her boyfriend: wait lah, ten minutes more only. who knows they'll score a last-minute goal?

girlfriend: what last-minute goal? these footballers are so damn retarded. never plan ahead one. always have last minute goals. i don't care ah, i wanna go home now. you want to follow or not up to you lah hor. (WHAMP! the front door closes.)

boyfriend: honey! wait for me! i'll go home now!

while they both are waiting at the lift lobby for the lift to come, a ruptous roar erupted from the house unit that they both have left. indeed, footballers don't always plan with an end in mind. last-minute goals are a common sight among them.