A taste of Nippon

Last night’s function was a ripper. And I mean a RIPPERRRRRRR. I’ve never met the Japanese expatriate crowd. Let’s just say that Japanese in general are a cooped up society caught up in a world of their own. It’s not a good thing, it’s just Japanese culture. You rarely see Japanese in Zouk for instance. Those you see in Orchard Road are tourists.

I’m not terribly fond of Asahi Dry, especially when served in colossal quantities. Japanese sake knocks me out pretty quickly so I stay clear from it. It is pretty Japanese to drink a lot. Especially so for the men.

The women are another thing. In Japan, the man is still very much the dominating party. This explains why there are no high-powered Japanese women in their society. The Japanese language has evolved such that women are not allowed to use words that men can. For example, the man can say:

“Eat your food immediately and stop complaining now!”

But the women cannot replicate that, she has to say something like:

“Please eat your food and not complain, dear.”

Anything harsher would be a heinous crime. They play the passive, subservient role. This would probably explain the thriving underground pornographic business that Japan is famous for. Women are created for sexual pleasure and for looking after kids. They’re meant to cook and not go out. Men work their hearts out, often staying in the office throughout the week and only returning to spend with the weekends with their family. Just an aside, but if you’ve watched Japanese porn, you will realize how rough the men are with their women. They lack a certain tenderness. Kissing becomes warfare and making love just looks painful, not pleasurable. Not to mention the Japanese have a warped sense of desire. I’ve seen graphic videos of women forced to eat excreta while the man urinates on her. Another one is a woman tied up and suspended from the ceiling while the man whips her and jams needles into her. She’s bleeding all over and making orgasmic noises. Ugh!! Sick.

One of the ladies who caught my attention was the daughter of a certain expat. She spoke flawless English (which is a big deal in itself). She’s pretty intelligent. 21 year old finance graduate from UIUC in America. She’s working at a local bank and her dad is some high ranking ambassador here. I’ll be honest and say that she is absolutely stunning and that’s probably the real attention grabber. I talked to her for a bit. Not too long to sizzle myself out, but long enough to get her number. She seemed very open and receptive and that makes me somewhat suspicious. Anyway, she’s invited me to a roadshow this weekend. Women and cars. She says she’s one of the models and I should go there lend some support to her and her girls. I’m like “yeah okay, I’ll try to make it”, but inside I’m like “HELL YEAH BRING IT ON!”

Well then, Laurentia was with me for that night. I sang for her “Downtown”. This was our song. Before she returned to France, she sang me “Downtown” in French. Last night, I returned the favour in English. I’m happy she didn’t try to evoke past memories and get sniffy and sob over spilt milk. Women who move on are best. As a personal principle I try to harbour no feelings towards exes. Doesn’t always succeed, but most of the time, I control myself. For this reason, I will not break up to make up. I will not go on-off with crazy bursts of passion. It’s emotionally tiring and altogether stupid since it won’t work out anyway. But explain things nicely to your woman. Always be nice to her. I’m going off tangent. Should stop here.

Can’t wait for SATURDAY!!!!! YEE HAAAA!!!!