I am masturbating as I type.
You know the Chinese form of masturbate? 自慰。自我安慰。 And the fact that I'm playing the song 洋葱 isn't helping. So right now, I'm 'masturbating' as according to the loose definition that can be twisted so effing easily.
This is one of the many emotional songs out there, but more often than not, only one song fits the mood at a time. Heck, why am I even bothering about Chinese songs. Let's just cut straight to the fucking point.
你的黑发现在睡进谁的胸口？你的唇现在跟谁要温柔？
That's part of another song.
I don't like to get emotional because I know there's no point in feeling sad. What can you get out of feeling sad and being totally pessimistic? Nothing, so why bother? You screw yourself up, you die, whose fault? Your own.
I don't feel like doing anymore typing. Nah I'm not moody. It's only part of my name.
Ok maybe I am, but that does not substantiate any reaction, right? The fact remains that I'm rather useless, the path of taking HCl (not hydrochloric acid you dumb) seems pitch-black, my absence of presence goes unnoticed for a long time, blah blah.
Wait, sometimes I like being part of the wall. I mean, I can read my book in peace, think things over, stagnate and get crushed by my own inertia, masturbate, blah blah. Alone. And it doesn't help that I'm too popular to be left alone in school, what with the Sec2s and Sec3s all around the school. I find it hard to greet them back after they 'Afternoon sergeant' me. Or 'Hi sergeant' for that matter.
If there's the LOTR, I won't mind trading my sanity for the ring. There was never much sanity within me in the first place, and I don't mind being 'Gollum'.
Or an Invisibility Cloak for a litre of freshly-produced cum (from me). My ramrod would be unable to function for a few days, but what's a few days compared to my life?
Nah just kidding, one can't ejaculate that much. It's impossible, and those trades are such.
There's never a way out, except in.
For the people with computers incapable of reading Chinese, I feel sorry for you.
-- 1/26/2008 12:13:00 AM
