Void

Status Quo, that is why pornography is such a lucrative industry. It caters to two types of people; the desperate, and the indifferent.
Those who would do anything for sex, and those who wouldn't care if they would have to give it up completely. They both find such kitsch form of entertainment equally entertaining, although its the obsession of the avant garde that intrigues me.
Pornography reminds Men where Women once belonged, and it gives us subtle comfort seeing it that way, even in reality this is no longer fact. Men, such proud creatures were never meant to live in a society of tolerance, equality, and acceptance. It has no substance of any kind, it is antipathetic, but invaluable to those who subscribe to it not to be aroused, but to stay empty inside.
Porn grips us of our fantasies, of how we secretly wish to treat other people, but are too coward to admit it. It promotes bigotry, hatred, it scratches the itch that we carry inside of us that won't go away. It is pure evil, and that evil satisfies the need for balance from the masquerade we attend everyday. It is created for the enjoyment of Men, desensitizing us from empathy towards Women, breeding the potential murderer in us.
What is the great crime to kill her, when we see not the wrong in tormenting her to fulfill our desires? What real difference does it make whether she is alive or dead when we find it okay to piss on her as we please?

I can't name a single mass murderer who wasn't addict to pornography. And to be honest, I don't want to.

Keep the class, in middle class

Turn your cell phone OFF during dinner.

Don't slouch when talking to your company, keep eye contact.

Do not keep your company waiting because you're taking photos with your girls in the posh washroom!

Make reservations, do not show up at a restaurant expecting a seat. Learn to plan things, do not put your company through the burden of searching for another restaurant on foot. She might be wearing uncomfortable heels, or he might be injured.

Wear the appropriate attire, know the difference between a evening suit/jacket, and a day/working jacket. Vice-versa on the dress. Take the time to learn about clothing etiquette, understand your clothes. Don't have your company thinking you made no effort, and they are just someone you needed to book a table at a restaurant in your after-work clothes.

Men get the fucking bill.
Ladies if you owe the guy, make an excuse to go to the washroom and get the bill without his knowledge. Most Men's ego will not allow for a woman to get the bill. Don't be cheap.

Don't talk about your ex, never fucking mention your ex. Date or casual dinner, fucking annoying.

If one party doesn't smoke, don't go for a bloody smoke during dinner!

Don't ask the waiter of his sexual orientation just because you're curious, especially if the waiter went to school with your company. Poor bloke.

Compromise. Don't order the wine you want, order the wine that is good for both you and your company. Some girls can't take the richness of Bordeaux, you're aim is not to get drunk.
Girls, don't act cute or obnoxious just because you want to get your way. Nobody wants to drink with a bitch.

If your friend is treating you to dinner and it's not over someone enormously special, don't order the fucking lobster & caviar.

Don't offer to taste the wine if you don't know what the bloody hell you're tasting for.

Don't mess with the people who handle your food, just because you want boogers and sneezing in your food, doesn't mean your company does.

DON'T TAKE FUCKING PHOTOGRAPHS OF YOUR FOOD! WTF IS WHAT THIS RIDICULOUS OBSESSION?! Do you work for the restaurant? Restaurants critics don't do it, why the bloody fuck would you?!?!?!

Ask before taking food off of your company's plate, some people very much dislike sharing food in particular.

If you dig your teeth into all of your company's starters, pay your share.

Don't order anything that will render yourself incapable of participating in the activities you have planed with your company afterward. Be adventurous, don't be stupid. There are less obvious ways to ditch someone.

If you don't feel like eating, order a drink. Never leave your company eating alone, very very rude.

Offer the seat with the better view to your company.

Finally, pull the seat out for the lady if you're a guy.

Infucktuation

There is no more pretentious and odious trait than the state of being "down to earth". I don't really understand the use of that term, but the people who bare such a personality sickens me to my deepest inners. I feel as if they were insulting me with their kindness, as if I needed them to make me feel liked. There are better ways to be polite, this characteristic is ingenuous, and horribly novice in the manner of social politics.

I'm not impressed.
Humans are not stocks, their value depreciate as they are traded from one to another and so on, even if their popularity rises.
Fucking frustrating emotions.
I should just shut out the world for a week, and watch the entire Meteor Garden series again.


I had the reigning Beach Honey champion in my car the other day.
Every year one of Shanghai's premier nightclubs (Bar Rouge, [Club BonBon]) holds their renowned Beach Honey beauty contest, I've been following it since 2007. (The owner also owns half of they city's nightclubs, he went to university with my father, my father told me he is a complete dickhead). I used to be love with those girls, just for the novelty I guess. But I didn't pay any attention to it in 2009 because I was too head over heels for supermodel chick. Well, I mean it's no big deal really...but I had no idea the woman who sat in the back of my car was the current Beach Honey.
I guess that's...kind of cool.

Testing my faith

It's pathetic how I allow the decisions of other people make for themselves impact me so greatly inside.
Love truly blinds people.