
- All the ladies have been trying their hardest to refrain from approaching me (and indeed, from clinging onto my left leg).
- No ladies have been interested in me.
"So, [Wanker], are you seeing anyone at the moment?"Hah.Awkward."No [haha]. I'm not.""Why not?""Priorities"(At which point I thought to myself, "What the fuck does that even mean?", but I'll leave that for another post.)"Oh.""But that's not normal is it? I should be thinking about these things at my age hey?""Not at all. Everyone has different priorities. Besides, these things just happen.""Oh? I don't think so. Half the reason why I don't want to get involved is because I know I have to work for it, and if I have to work for it, I'm disinclined to go for it. Things don't just happen. You have to make it happen." And because I didn't work for it, I lost it."Awww I don't know. I mean my boyfriend and I kinda just happened."Awkward."Well, that may be the case. But I've been single for two and a half years. Nothing has happened because I haven't made anything happened.""I think that if you think about going for it too much, it won't happen, but things happen when you don't really think about it."And therein lies the irony: the girl who slipped away because I didn't think about going for it, telling me that things will happen if I don't think about it. Yet here we are, physically close yet emotionally miles apart.... At this point the 'rolling caricature', who had grown tired of skateboarding re-entered the conversation.Awkward.
Meditation: The RejectionWhen I meet a pretty girl and beg her: 'Please be so kind and come along with me,' and she goes by without saying a word, what she means is:'You are no duke with extravagant name; no broad American, built like Red Indian, with level imperturbable gaze, whose skin has been massaged by the winds of the prairies and the waters of the rivers flowing through them; you have made no journeys to the great lakes and voyaged there, wherever these may be found. So why, I ask you, should a pretty girl like me go along with you?''You forget that no limousine carries you in long thrusts swaying through the street; nor can I see your escort of gentlemen, pressed into their suitings, following behind you in a strict semi-circle and murmuring their blessings on your head; your breasts are indeed neatly ordered in your bodice, but your thighs and hips make up for that restraint; you're wearing a taffeta dress with pleats, like those which delighted every one of us last autumn, and yet - with this mortal danger upon you - you smile from time to time.''Yes, we are both quite right; and to keep us from being irrefutably aware of it we'd better, don't you think, go our separate ways home.'
7:00 - left home without my wallet.
7:15 - realised that I left home without my wallet. Smacked myself over the head.
7:20 - told that the Cabramatta Station ticket machine was broken and that I should buy a ticket at Central.
7:23 - fell asleep on the train, mouth gaping wide.
8:10 - arrived at central. Woke with a fright, droplets of drool scattered in the air like shards of glass in the sunlight.
8:20 - Waiting in line to buy a ticket, behind some lady.
8:21 - lady turns around. Obviously a deranged hobo of some sort. Looks at me in the eye and begins muttering. At first, could not distinguish what she was saying, until discovering that she was repeatedly asking: "Wanna come home with me?"
8:22 - lady stopped asking me to go home with her, looked at me sternly and said that I was too ugly to take home anyway and hobbled off.
8:23 - woke from momentary shock. Felt dirty and insulted.
85-100: High Distinction75-84: Distinction65-74: Credit50-64: Pass0-49: Fail
85-100: 很 好 (very good)75-84: 好 (good)65-74: 剛好合格? 不可能接受 (just passed? Unacceptable)50-64: 你說什麼?再說一遍 (what did you say? Say it again...)0-49: 你知不知道我花了多少錢對你的教育嗎?! 你這樣對待我? 我很失望! 你的頭有問題嗎? *%&^%* 你不是我的兒子!(do you know how much money I've spent on your education? And you do this to me? I'm very disappointed. Is there something wrong with your head? [Profanities] You are not my son!)
It was only recently that I was privileged enough to be requested by a good friend of mine, to act as a tour guide for a group of Japanese students around Sydney. He told me with arched eyebrows that seemed to oscillate up and down around their positions of equilibrium, that if I was lucky, I would be allocated to a group of excited young Japanese women. I would like to clarify two points before I continue. One, I have no particular affinity for young women (and indeed no affinity at all towards… well you know). Two, I would never (never) possess any alternate agenda other than to be a decent tour guide (never). That aside, I was nevertheless slightly disheartened when I learned that I was allocated to a group of excited young… men. Damn. So close. I was only missing the ‘woo’ (phonics people) and indeed I could do no wooing that day. It was only later that I discovered that I was purposely allocated to an all male group. My friend had cunningly allocated all those that were already engaged in a relationship to guide the groups of excited young Japanese women. Needless to say, I was not one of those that were already engaged in a relationship. If only I was in a relationship… oh wait. That would defeat the purpose. Regardless, I puffed out my chest, grimaced a smile and introduced myself warmly (as warmly as I could for it was after all a cold day… in many respects) to these boys and as it turned out, I had a wonderful (if not rather quirky) day.
During the course of the tour, I was approached by one of the boys (giggling, ironically, like a bunch of school girls) who eventually braved whatever consequences he thought might occur subsequent to what he was about to say, and asked “harro Sunny. Do you have a girlfriend?” My initial reaction was to give him a quizzical look. Why is it that he is asking me this question? Is he practicing his English? Is he wondering whether I am proof that men with ‘dashing good looks’ (lol) always have girlfriends? Do I appear homosexual? Is he homosexual? I brushed away all these thoughts and laughed. Funny question. “No. I don’t,” I replied. “Oh…” He murmured. Did I sense a hint of disappointment? The response was followed a short period of silence. “I am sorry,” he says after a while, breaking the silence. And again, I gave him a quizzical look. Sorry that I do not have a girlfriend? Or sorry for asking? If the former, why be apologetic?
As I pondered that question alone in bed, I was reminded of several instances where I was asked similar questions. “Sunny, what’s wrong with you?” my sister would ask from time to time. “Everyone else your age has a girlfriend. Why don’t you?” The same response would ensue each time: a shrug of the shoulders followed by a cheeky “why don’t you have a boyfriend?” End conversation. “So are you in a relationship?” a newly acquired acquaintance would query. “No, not really looking for anyone at the moment,” I would reply. “Not even for the hot hot sex?” No response.
I don’t get it. Is it a crime to be single, or dare I say it; desire to be ‘single’? For so long I have convinced myself that I do not need a ‘partner’ to be happy, and indeed, arguably, I am happy. But as these questions are posed to me, my stubborn stance falters. Hairline cracks begin to form along my stoic, emotionless surface: I begin to doubt myself. Where once I was absolutely certain about my position on this topic, I now wonder whether I have subconsciously created a ficade of immunity to (and I am saying, or rather typing this, with gritted teeth) ‘love’ so realistic that I truly believe I am immune to it. Am I delusional? Have I constructed a concrete veil to shield a plethora of insecurities?
I venture further into the recesses of my memory. Many of my recent conversations revolve around highlighting the fact that my circle of friends (or at least a portion of my circle of friends) is experiencing terrible form in the relationship game. Am I also a culprit of imbuing a sense of doubt into others by asking the very same questions that have been posed to me?
Darwinists would point and ridicule at my sentiments. One must breed to survive. One cannot do so without a partner. Silly human. Perhaps we are all Darwinists; in which case I should be pointing and ridiculing myself… what a loser. Doesn’t even want to survive. Though conversely, if one does indeed adopt a Darwinist approach, one might argue that in order to survive one should aim to be single. I am referring to those who get whipped in relationships (cough Yang).
Whatever. Walls are easily plastered and so I will plaster it for the umpteenth time; the cracks never truly disappear, but I have become a pretty decent DIY guy. You know, I really detest contemplating such things. Truly. Especially when I am in holiday mode, as I should not be using my brain at all! I am happy in my own little bubble and I believe it. Now back to perving on Korean girls on allkpop. God bless Korean idols.
Conversation 1.Wanker's sister: "Mum, why aren't you going overseas?"
Mum: "I can't leave wanker at home by himself."Wanker: "Mum don't worry about me, go."
Wanker's sister: "Wanker wants you to go so he can bring his girrrrrrrrrrrrlfriend over."Mum: "If he could get a girlfriend I'd be happy."Conversation 2.After some light conversation about uni subjects...Girl: So... do you have a girlfriend?Wanker: Hah. No, can't say I do.
Girl: Why not?
Wanker (trying to think of a good reason without sounding homosexual): Just don't want to get involved in all that stuff at the moment.Girl: Really?Wanker: Yeah.Girl: Not even for the hot hot sex?Wanker: ... (struggling to find words) ... yes?N.B. (this girl has a boyfriend so don't take this out of context)Conversation 3.Wanker: OK kids, the next word in the spelling test is 'massive'Indian Kid 1: Massive. Just like Indian Girl's Head!Indian Girl: THAT'S BECAUSE I HAVE A HUGE BRAIN!Conversation 4.Cador: Clancy and I were discussing the possibility of considering Alison's breasts as property.
Wanker: Well, I suppose if you have rights over it that you could exercise to the rest of the world...Cador: I think that would go to her boyfriend.Wanker: Not necessarily. You see, if the 'ethereal' documents establishing the chain of ownership of her breasts were never transferred to her boyfriend (with the alleged legal title), then do you see, that if she misled you to believe, that she still retained legal title over her breasts, and thus entered into a contract of sale with you (and you thereby acquired a fully fledged equitable interest), then her boyfriend's gross negligence in failing to acquire the 'ethereal' documents would be deemed to have contributed to the misleading conduct of Alision, which would mean that his legal title would be postponed by the courts of equity, and so, if we consider priorities of equitable interests, you may indeed have an equitable claim to her breasts, provided that you entered into the contract on a bona fide basis without notice of the other party's acquisition of the legal title.Cador: DUDE ARE YOU ON POT?Conversation 5.Wanker: Guys, start the test.Female student: Oh my God. This test is too easy.Crazy Fucker: No you're too easy. (Laughs maniacally).Wanker: Exam conditions guys.