I'm now on a long distance bus travelling to Genting. It has been a very long while since i last travelled on a long distance bus journey alone. I thought i'd feel lonely, but instead, i have this nostalgic feeling, as if i'm almost back to the days when i was still single and could go anywhere on my own without any worries.
Well, almost.
Life is a one-way traffic. We can never go back to where we were before; there is no way that i could return to the trouble-free days anymore, no matter how much we wish for it.
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I'm sitting at the single seat, and across the other side was also a female passenger by herself. Just a look at her when she boarded the bus i could already tell that she is from China. Indeed, she asked an auntie sitting in front of me to lend her the newspaper for reading, and her accent confirmed my guess.
How could i tell even before she said anything? Well, it wasn't that hard really.
Ok, she is wearing a broad collar t-shirt that would dropped off her shoulder in a sexy way, but that wasn't the reason really. I mean, girls from Msia and SG do wear like this too.
It was actually two things. First of all, it's her big boobs.
Uh huh, it's big, isn't it? Woohoo. That would be at least 80E i think... hmm, or maybe even bigger like F or G cup? Oh well, i can't tell for sure. I mean, how would a 70C like me know anything about big boobs anyway.
I've mentioned before that i do not understand why most China women who come to Msia/SG have big boobs. My friend who has China women as customers had asked them before and their answer was that they were born with it (hmm, must be the cows in China lah). Good for them, and too bad for us i guess. If not for the other things that they are good at, their boobs are already enough for the men to drool over them.
In fact, after YY had sex with his mistress, he did pass a comment about my boobs reduced in size (because i lost a lot of weight). The funny thing is that he knew all along that i'm not the type who is well-endowed on top (i mean breasts, and not brain or look), so why the remarks now? Actually it wasn't so much about my size got smaller, but more about his hands had gotten used to holding something a lot bigger.
To be frank, i'd be lying if i were to say that his comment didn't hurt my self-esteem at all. As much as i believed that a woman's inner beauty and brain are more important than her figure and look (which would diminish with age), i'd still be bothered by such comments from the person i love, especially when he was already involved in an extramarital affair with the type of women who are well-known for their well-endowed figure.
The second thing that gave her away of her nationality is simply the proclivity (气质). I do not know how to describe this part, but there is just something about them that you can tell is different from the local ladies. She did not do anything special that gave herself away. By merely sitting there i could already tell. It's just different.
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There were these two uncles on the bus who were chatting loudly just now. They were reading the newspaper and talked about the local women opposing the idea of having China women flooded into the countries as maids ( i wonder if that China woman sitting across me actually heard that).
What the uncles said was most interesting, which was the kind of excuse that men would give to justify their actions.
One uncle was saying that the local women should not blame the men for the extramarital affairs. He said if those China women aren't so promiscuous, there is no way that the men could force them to do anything too. He claimed that as much as the men wanna go wild, it also depends on the outside women if they are willing or not.
Gosh, what a typical kind of men's reasoning.
Hello, uncle, have you heard of the theory of demand and supply? If there isn't a demand for it, where comes the supply?
It actually goes two ways you know. Men demand for the excitement and hence the supply of such so-called slutty women. Those women demand for men (married or not) to get them out of poverty and hence the supply of the unfaithful men. This is exactly the proverbial "it takes two to tango". When a betrayal is involved, both the adulterer and adulteress are equally guilty and sinful, for they had total disregard for any morality and the suffering of another person; it's simply a showcase of extreme selfishness disguised in the sacred name of love.
I'd definitely have more to say about this, but then to do all this typing on the bus is actually making me dizzy. Furthermore i've only slept for about 3 hours last night. I think i should probably take a nap now.
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