Procrastinate.
So I was sitting around the other day(yesterday), contemplating which exact moment did my life become such a wreck when I decided that I need not waste any more time on such useless bullshit, because what's done is done and there's no such thing as a time machine. Even if there is that technological marvel, I won't risk my life getting jammed in nowhere. I won't be their guinea pig.
Oh wait, where was I? Ah, I decided to stop being the asshole I am (yes, I shit through my mouth) and get a life.
So, how does one actually 'get a life'? The person must of course stop wasting time over stuff like blogging, playing Runescape, integrating life with computers, and whatnot.
I decided to stop procrastinating.
For those who don't know whether 'procrastinating' can be eaten or not, I envy your ignorance. I'd enlighten you all the same, because I don't want stupid people knocking on next-door-neighbours on just what does the word 'procrastinate' mean.
If you completed primary school education with Mrs Ng, you'd have learnt that word.
So, without further ado, the word: Oh wait let me get to wordnet...done.
Verb
Give me a break, I don't understand English at all, where's the penknife dammit? Oh yea, I somehow managed to recall this bit of filth from my memory, a testament to my sexual orientation.
I dreamt of myself holding a guy's hand on Valentine's day. Or perhaps it was just a normal school day, just that J8 had a sudden influx of teenage couples, bodies pumped with raging hormones. I dreamt that I was raging with hormones too, and I started making out with that guy the moment the cinema had its lights off. It was an enriching 3hours of movie, with all the different styles and positions exhausted. Somehow, every couple in the cinema had dishevelled hairstyles, and panting with shirt buttons at the wrong places, and muttered whispers such as 'You wore my underwear'. Valentine's day is a mere sales gimmick, a commercialized affair much like Christmas and New Year. I think it should be scrapped, because once again I'd rather appreciate and go out with my own shit on Valentine's day than with a girl. Simply put, I can't and won't find a girl to go out with my on Valentine's, for a reason simple enough.
I want a guy. The face of the main character in my 'movie wet dream' had faded. I forgot his face, but I know that he'd be painfully ravaged if I ever see him at J8. I mean, one look and I know he's gay. Why else would he appear in my dreams?
I'm not sore about the fact that I don't have anyone to myself during Valentine's day, I know I have myself, White Socks (Bai Wa) and Moon.
They are my best friends, and I might love them more than my family.
White Socks is my pillow, Moon is my bolster.
Every night, I'd pour out all my sorrows onto them. I mean, that's what friends are for, right?
Don't be shocked if you see some random Cat High guy running amok clutching onto a pillow and bolster. That would not be me, that'd be one of the many characters of my split personality.
Which reminds me of just how fortunate schizophrenic sufferers are. I mean, they can be having sex all day long. With air, that is. Then they can be having mass orgies, masturbate to non-existent porn, going out with imaginary girlfriends, all the while under the delusion that they really exist.
I think I don't mind getting schizophrenic, except that the part on voices would be exceptionally scary. I might also start seeing ghosts...but then again since it's a mental illness, someone of my mental capacity would definitely be able to set things right immediately.
By 'set things right', I meant like converting the ghosts into my girlfriends, in which I can choose a girl every day of the year. And they can't say or complain anything, since their existence is only made up in my mind, and they have no rights. I mean, they can't complain to judges and all simply because they don't exist.
Wait...what if the ghosts converts themselves into guys? Would I still get my boner? I think I'm waiting for that day to come. I mean, I want to know whether I'm homo, bi, or just plain straight.
I got rather jealous of my friend's recent exploit. She got herself a girlfriend, who initiated the holding of hands and hugging.
I got so jealous I watched 10hours of animal porn just to burn away the pictured scene which aroused my jealousy.
What exactly is animal porn anyway? Dogs humping one another? Gorillas grunting as they thrust? Crocodiles biting into each other? Frogs doing froggy style? Horses trampling on each other? Or a royal rumble, in which the horse humps the crocodiles, and gorillas humping horses, etc etc. After all, where there's a will there's a way, right?
NO.
Screw you, crocodiles and frogs lay eggs, eat you own shit if you thought otherwise.
By the way, I live near(or in, I can't remember which) the IMH, or Buangkok Green Medical Park. That's right, it's the Institute of Mental Health. Of or for, I can't remember which.
I think I should go in for a look, because schizophrenia is contagious.
Yea right.
By the way, I think I should stop procrastinating.
Tomorrow.
-- 1/13/2008 02:08:00 AM
