Nope, it's not what you were thinking, when you decided to click on this thread.
It's neither a Hokkien vulgarity, nor a breed of small barky dogs, or some terrific moves, associated with the Chinese martial art, Qigong.
Chichis, in Spanish, means breasts. The Japanese, I believe, uses the same terminology, for my mammary. In local Singaporean dialect context, I supposed many called them "neh neh pok". I am not sure why the need to add a “pok” adjective to “neh neh”. Perhaps some Hokkien linguist can enlighten me here.
There are also Chichis slangs. Some are not so complimentary ∼ "airport", "sunny side up", etc. Others are not that bad, using fruits as description ~ papaya, melons or oranges. Some even use the slang “headlights” to obscure the reference to Chichis.
Well, I happen to adore and love my own pair of Chichis, and so does he, judging by how “aroused” he gets whenever he sees and caresses my Chichis, during intimacy. As a woman, I do not feel uneasy, talking about it. My Chichis are part of my body, my genetic makeup, an asset, though sometimes liability.
STOP HERE. NO PORN. Otherwise, I will be accused, yet again, of writing inappropriate stuff.
I am penning this piece because of an unpleasant encounter today. I was in a meeting with some external vendors, for the sole purpose of understanding their operating model, to enable the drafting of appropriate clauses into the contract. Their business lead was this man, probably in his late 40s or maybe early 50s. For simplicity, let's call him Byuntae.
Byuntae is a local Singaporean (he said so), but probably mixed, in racial parentage. He spoke with an “angmo” twang. He introduced himself succinctly, graciously presented his name card to me, with both hands. Well, right from that very moment, I could see his eyes fixated on my Chichis, even during handshake, which I felt, was a little too protracted for a simple introduction.
Gosh, what a way to start the meeting.
The meeting went smoothly. Byuntae was probably the most "well-behaved" man in contract negotiations that I have ever met. I could easily get what I wanted, to "shield" our organisation in the contract, including, but not limited to, full indemnity of consequential losses, should they be, in breach of contact. What a breeze, I thought.
After the meeting, while I was having sipping my coffee, he came over to my side. We chatted for a while. Again, I couldn't help but feel his “roving” eyes, taking occasional "dips" at my Chichis. For a split second, I did wonder if he was having an iku iku in his brains, using the crude power of his fanatical retina.
Before I went off, he unbelievably asked if I was free for dinner tonight. Err…I said ∼ I wasn't free in the evening. Not wanting to scupper the deal for my organisation, I told him another time. Well, once the deal is inked, I will probably tell him to F.O.
Why are men so 色？I am sure he is married, as he did mention having a kid studying in Henry Park. In any event, I don't do dinner with business partners. At most, it's a business lunch. Isn't this a well-established norm in the corporate world? I am sure Cecilia, Wendy and Laura made the wrong decisions about going out at night, with Boon Gay, David and Palmer, respectively.
I am not sure what that Byuntae saw in my Chichis. To me, it's just another piece of flesh, and when you hold them, they just feel like a handful bag of sand, firm but soft.
Well, given that you men are gullible suckers and fond of Chichis, I shall describe mine in further detail.
It is fair, light creamy in colour, obviously less tan, given that it is well protected by my lingerie, hidden away from the sun. Gravity wise, it is heavier on the underside, if you swipe upwards with your palm. My areola is about the size of an old Singapore 50 cents coin, slightly pinkish in tone. There are light blue veins running across both my Chichis.
It can also “bo-ing” naturally, though I hide the bottom half of each Chichi, which, he always seems exhilarated to see, feel and mouth (the hidden half) during intimacy. Well, his carnal act does contribute to my ability to reach iku iku, though not always, if the pressure is excessively strong or feebly weak.
Normal isn't it? Every woman has a pair of Chichis. I am sure your wives and girlfriends have more or less the same Chichis, which I have described above.
Well, before I knock off for the day, I just want to reiterate that I absolutely do not understand men’s bizarre obsession for Chichis, and their incessant yearn to stare at them.
It's rude, discourteous, un-gentlemanly, uncouth, tactless and crass and categorically makes you a Byuntae.
Bye. I am leaving office now
It's neither a Hokkien vulgarity, nor a breed of small barky dogs, or some terrific moves, associated with the Chinese martial art, Qigong.
Chichis, in Spanish, means breasts. The Japanese, I believe, uses the same terminology, for my mammary. In local Singaporean dialect context, I supposed many called them "neh neh pok". I am not sure why the need to add a “pok” adjective to “neh neh”. Perhaps some Hokkien linguist can enlighten me here.
There are also Chichis slangs. Some are not so complimentary ∼ "airport", "sunny side up", etc. Others are not that bad, using fruits as description ~ papaya, melons or oranges. Some even use the slang “headlights” to obscure the reference to Chichis.
Well, I happen to adore and love my own pair of Chichis, and so does he, judging by how “aroused” he gets whenever he sees and caresses my Chichis, during intimacy. As a woman, I do not feel uneasy, talking about it. My Chichis are part of my body, my genetic makeup, an asset, though sometimes liability.
STOP HERE. NO PORN. Otherwise, I will be accused, yet again, of writing inappropriate stuff.
I am penning this piece because of an unpleasant encounter today. I was in a meeting with some external vendors, for the sole purpose of understanding their operating model, to enable the drafting of appropriate clauses into the contract. Their business lead was this man, probably in his late 40s or maybe early 50s. For simplicity, let's call him Byuntae.
Byuntae is a local Singaporean (he said so), but probably mixed, in racial parentage. He spoke with an “angmo” twang. He introduced himself succinctly, graciously presented his name card to me, with both hands. Well, right from that very moment, I could see his eyes fixated on my Chichis, even during handshake, which I felt, was a little too protracted for a simple introduction.
Gosh, what a way to start the meeting.
The meeting went smoothly. Byuntae was probably the most "well-behaved" man in contract negotiations that I have ever met. I could easily get what I wanted, to "shield" our organisation in the contract, including, but not limited to, full indemnity of consequential losses, should they be, in breach of contact. What a breeze, I thought.
After the meeting, while I was having sipping my coffee, he came over to my side. We chatted for a while. Again, I couldn't help but feel his “roving” eyes, taking occasional "dips" at my Chichis. For a split second, I did wonder if he was having an iku iku in his brains, using the crude power of his fanatical retina.
Before I went off, he unbelievably asked if I was free for dinner tonight. Err…I said ∼ I wasn't free in the evening. Not wanting to scupper the deal for my organisation, I told him another time. Well, once the deal is inked, I will probably tell him to F.O.
Why are men so 色？I am sure he is married, as he did mention having a kid studying in Henry Park. In any event, I don't do dinner with business partners. At most, it's a business lunch. Isn't this a well-established norm in the corporate world? I am sure Cecilia, Wendy and Laura made the wrong decisions about going out at night, with Boon Gay, David and Palmer, respectively.
I am not sure what that Byuntae saw in my Chichis. To me, it's just another piece of flesh, and when you hold them, they just feel like a handful bag of sand, firm but soft.
Well, given that you men are gullible suckers and fond of Chichis, I shall describe mine in further detail.
It is fair, light creamy in colour, obviously less tan, given that it is well protected by my lingerie, hidden away from the sun. Gravity wise, it is heavier on the underside, if you swipe upwards with your palm. My areola is about the size of an old Singapore 50 cents coin, slightly pinkish in tone. There are light blue veins running across both my Chichis.
It can also “bo-ing” naturally, though I hide the bottom half of each Chichi, which, he always seems exhilarated to see, feel and mouth (the hidden half) during intimacy. Well, his carnal act does contribute to my ability to reach iku iku, though not always, if the pressure is excessively strong or feebly weak.
Normal isn't it? Every woman has a pair of Chichis. I am sure your wives and girlfriends have more or less the same Chichis, which I have described above.
Well, before I knock off for the day, I just want to reiterate that I absolutely do not understand men’s bizarre obsession for Chichis, and their incessant yearn to stare at them.
It's rude, discourteous, un-gentlemanly, uncouth, tactless and crass and categorically makes you a Byuntae.
Bye. I am leaving office now
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