I like things that are quite feminine...they seem to be fragile and delicate, but also contain a kind of power within / Day Seven

I got this line from some art magazine I saw in Yokohama. I find this line pretty interesting. Would probably explain why some males like to dress up in gay clothes. I guess they thrive on feminine power. Wrong choice, males are to sustain themselves on solid substances such as financial freedom and power (Corporate or social wise). Be a man, do the right thing.

I swear CA treats princess and I as slave labour as well as an excuse to go have fun despite being unemployed. I thought Japanese lived to work, and she sustains on questionable means. I do know that idiot dabbles in shares and stocks despite claiming to be all-knowing and super smart. I recieved a rude awakening to carry 10 kg of red bean down to some stupid fund raising shit. Stop being such a pretentious bitch, I know you are being nice for the sake of looking good.

Yeah, I didn't get breakfast (the cheap food that I bought last night is still in the fridge), and was expected to troll around Chinatown in Yokohama. I think the Japanese think all Chinese people just eat buns and dumplings there, because all they sell there are... buns and dumplings. I tried the fried large bun there, it was the saltier version of the large bun back there. The only rewarding thing I got there was pictures of pretty Japanese girls in Chinese dresses. Delicious.

Later I wandered around the Yokohama 150th anniversary fair. That place is like Clark Quay, except it's a hundred times bigger and cooler. The places were pretty lame and boring in my opinion, with all the standard tourist attractions like retired ships and historical monuments.

It was pretty much the same aimless wandering around foreign places, relying on English signs and broken Japanese to get food and directions. Dammit, the next time I'm coming, I'm going to have a level of Japanese enough to make small talk.

I hate how much Singapore clamps down on smoking. The Japs have special tobacco stores selling all sorts of paraphernalia, from ashtrays that are designed as an empty cigarette box, and combo sets that contain a special lighter and several packs. I wish this kind of stores would exist in Singapore. I know I wouldn't shop there, but it's still pretty damned cool.

I'm going to take this chance to put my two cents on what I think about women. Most, if not all the guys I know only think one or two kinds of women are attractive, such as the sterotypical clubber hottie. I remember some line from one of Murakami's novel, saying that when you find a woman, you find a part that is desirable and you turn it into sex appeal (Or something along that line, I can't remember it clearly). What I like to do is think of them as a box of objects. Sometimes the box isn't very desirable, but the contents are worth more than the box itself. Sometimes it's just an undiscovered side of tenderness (Tsunderes) within or the warm smile from a cold, aloof one (Ice Queens), I believe that every female out there has an attractive side. If you can see the positive sides, life would get a lot easier.

And no, they are only female if they look like one. That one who pigs out at Macdonals every hour, nor the one that works out at the gym 25 hours a day. If I can't tell from a distance, you are not female. Sue me if you don't like it, I'll like to know which lawyer would take the persercutor side.