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It's been a while since I wrote anything here. Occasionally, I would take a peek at this forum when I want a chuckle, especially at @eatshitndie posts as I like his slapstick humour. Somehow, his 69 humour doesn't sound a weebit scatological to me［@eatshitndie, if you are reading this post, a big hello to you 
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Lets not digress further. I decided to write today becauseI learnt a new word : Ambitchous. No thanks to Sue, my BFF. I was bitching about someone to her on WhatsApp and she instantaneously called me Ambitchous. She said I am striving to be more of a bitch than an average bitch. Oh well, so be it. I admit I am AMBITCHOUS.
This world depends on woman like me, who dares to open my mouth, express my views and not the usual dumb Singaporean men and women who would sit passively in a meeting, keeping quiet and contributing nothing to the discussion whatsoever. Just like those ruling party's voters, don't they know that those who follow the crowd are the ones who are most likely to get lost in the new world order. Sometimes, I wish they would just disintegrate into a pile of smoke and let the other equally passive Singaporeans in the meeting die of smoke inhalation through a combination of carbon monoxide and hydrogen cyanide poisoning.
Well, aside being Ambitchous, I am (at the moment) happy and satisfied with Love, Sex & Money.
Love
Well, when I say "I Love You" to him now, it's different from our courtship days, when it was more of "Like" than "Love". Those "Like" days were akin to plucking the flower from a plant, whereas when I say I Love him now, it's like me wanting to water this plant daily, taking care of him, his needs, whether it be physical, mental, emotional or sexual. The power of Love is strange. Sometimes, I can't wait to get out of office (just like now!) and desiring to be in his arms, cuddling together and flirting with his Ferachio desires, wanting him to liberate me in convulsing delectation.
Sex
It has been spellbinding ever since I took the plunge to be his mate, though a little demanding for my relatively tall petite frame. He's pretty ingenious about creating the right mood. Aside from my Iku-Iku and Chi-chis, (which I am sure he enjoys nibbling away exhilaratingly each time), he has been pleasantly cunning and smutty in a pleasurable way, from sailer school uniform to raunchy lingerie (which he seems to have no hesitation to buy for me. I wonder why he doesn't feel embarrassed walking into La Senza alone and asking the sales staff for my sizes!). Anyway, his imagination has been unbridled, always trasnforming me into a feral cat, unleashing my innate powers of desire, reconstructing and deconstructing my prurience.
Well, I ain't surprised. In one of my previous post some time ago, I did say that my iku-iku (and probably my Chi-chis as well) have become my staple armaments, like a tangible scalpel which I can brandish at will (at him), replacing the Christ in him as the new axis of longing and fulfilment of his soul.
Money
Money? Oh well, we are no short of it, neither do we have a lot like those local "chaebol" politically connected families. But we are comfortable, each having our own set of wheels, cohabiting in his apartment, enjoying our private lives. The downside is that I don't get chauffeured by him, as much as I get during our courtship days.
Epilogue
Buddha, Jesus, Mohammad, Jade Emperor, 大伯公, Ganesh, and a host of paganistic gods are images created in the likeness of men or male animals. These are reflections of days where the concentration of economic power are in the hands of men.
Meanwhile, women’s earning power relative to the average male has been increasing and will increase further. It's great news for me, not so great for MAN kind. It somehow struck a chord with me that most of you in this silly forum are still living in dark ages, where some are still trying to figure out how this new forum format works, absolutely lacking the instinctive ability to decipher new technology, and morbidly asking daft FAQ questions, which leaves no choice but for the moderator @zhihau to make it a Sticky.
In my parents and grandparents' generations, I believe one of the reasons why my great grandma, my grandma and my mother decided to get married was the "economic" incentive. Getting married to a man, in particular, a good and economically stable man, was a guarantee of better life as a woman. However, woman like me can now take care of ourselves. I am economically independent and can easily leverage on my own sexuality to get what I want. I can create my own rules about how a relationship should be, and unlike my great grandma, my grandma and mother, I can benefit from the enjoyment of intimacies, reaching the zenith and scaling the crescendo of pleasure without having to commit to marriage or some form of economic control over my views and actions.
Thank God the world has changed for the better. I see hope and opportunities for women like me. Guys, have a great day ahead.
Miss Ambitchous
］ Lets not digress further. I decided to write today becauseI learnt a new word : Ambitchous. No thanks to Sue, my BFF. I was bitching about someone to her on WhatsApp and she instantaneously called me Ambitchous. She said I am striving to be more of a bitch than an average bitch. Oh well, so be it. I admit I am AMBITCHOUS.
This world depends on woman like me, who dares to open my mouth, express my views and not the usual dumb Singaporean men and women who would sit passively in a meeting, keeping quiet and contributing nothing to the discussion whatsoever. Just like those ruling party's voters, don't they know that those who follow the crowd are the ones who are most likely to get lost in the new world order. Sometimes, I wish they would just disintegrate into a pile of smoke and let the other equally passive Singaporeans in the meeting die of smoke inhalation through a combination of carbon monoxide and hydrogen cyanide poisoning.
Well, aside being Ambitchous, I am (at the moment) happy and satisfied with Love, Sex & Money.
Love
Well, when I say "I Love You" to him now, it's different from our courtship days, when it was more of "Like" than "Love". Those "Like" days were akin to plucking the flower from a plant, whereas when I say I Love him now, it's like me wanting to water this plant daily, taking care of him, his needs, whether it be physical, mental, emotional or sexual. The power of Love is strange. Sometimes, I can't wait to get out of office (just like now!) and desiring to be in his arms, cuddling together and flirting with his Ferachio desires, wanting him to liberate me in convulsing delectation.
Sex
It has been spellbinding ever since I took the plunge to be his mate, though a little demanding for my relatively tall petite frame. He's pretty ingenious about creating the right mood. Aside from my Iku-Iku and Chi-chis, (which I am sure he enjoys nibbling away exhilaratingly each time), he has been pleasantly cunning and smutty in a pleasurable way, from sailer school uniform to raunchy lingerie (which he seems to have no hesitation to buy for me. I wonder why he doesn't feel embarrassed walking into La Senza alone and asking the sales staff for my sizes!). Anyway, his imagination has been unbridled, always trasnforming me into a feral cat, unleashing my innate powers of desire, reconstructing and deconstructing my prurience.
Well, I ain't surprised. In one of my previous post some time ago, I did say that my iku-iku (and probably my Chi-chis as well) have become my staple armaments, like a tangible scalpel which I can brandish at will (at him), replacing the Christ in him as the new axis of longing and fulfilment of his soul.
Money
Money? Oh well, we are no short of it, neither do we have a lot like those local "chaebol" politically connected families. But we are comfortable, each having our own set of wheels, cohabiting in his apartment, enjoying our private lives. The downside is that I don't get chauffeured by him, as much as I get during our courtship days.
Epilogue
Buddha, Jesus, Mohammad, Jade Emperor, 大伯公, Ganesh, and a host of paganistic gods are images created in the likeness of men or male animals. These are reflections of days where the concentration of economic power are in the hands of men.
Meanwhile, women’s earning power relative to the average male has been increasing and will increase further. It's great news for me, not so great for MAN kind. It somehow struck a chord with me that most of you in this silly forum are still living in dark ages, where some are still trying to figure out how this new forum format works, absolutely lacking the instinctive ability to decipher new technology, and morbidly asking daft FAQ questions, which leaves no choice but for the moderator @zhihau to make it a Sticky.
In my parents and grandparents' generations, I believe one of the reasons why my great grandma, my grandma and my mother decided to get married was the "economic" incentive. Getting married to a man, in particular, a good and economically stable man, was a guarantee of better life as a woman. However, woman like me can now take care of ourselves. I am economically independent and can easily leverage on my own sexuality to get what I want. I can create my own rules about how a relationship should be, and unlike my great grandma, my grandma and mother, I can benefit from the enjoyment of intimacies, reaching the zenith and scaling the crescendo of pleasure without having to commit to marriage or some form of economic control over my views and actions.
Thank God the world has changed for the better. I see hope and opportunities for women like me. Guys, have a great day ahead.
Miss Ambitchous
