Homosexual conversations.
So I was sent a conversation between two lesbians. I'm serious. It was quite scary. Maybe it's just me, but I nearly hyperventilated. I guess I'm too conservative in this kind of social issues. I seriously couldn't believe that I was gazing into evidence of lesbianism. And no, I won't show it to you. It's quite personal, really.
So I was stoning around, being myself and all and listening to random songs in my handphone when I realized that most emotional songs that female artistes sings are about how they try to recover and not cry from a break-up. Pussy-whipped.
Then emotional songs from male artistes would be about how they struggle on, look from afar, try to 'protect' the girl from whatever position they are in and blah blah. Seriously, we already know that men are man; we don't need further illustration. After all, you're reading words typed by some guy who most probably have more leg hair than your head. Screw you.
Anyway, I decided that a lot of songs being broad casted are stupid. What with Farenheit's shit pie of songs and 5566's what's-that-stupid-song-again? fucked up pieces of shit, thatched together with nothing but shit. Seriously, sometimes I wish that radio wasn't invented. It's noise pollution, and I'd rather watch gay porn or something than listen to shit that spoils my ears.
If they have any sense of shame they'd hang themselves already. Or at least they'd give up on their ostrich method of avoiding a problem--burying the head in the sand. I hope they pry their heads from the sand and realize that no one would buy their CDs if not for their looks. Their singing sucks, their songs suck, the entire shit burger is just a piece of crap. Heck, I think their songs would sound nicer if the CD was spoilt.
I can't emphasize how much I hate the teenage girls who go gaga over how handsome they are and how they plan to starve themselves just to scrape enough money to buy the renewed edition of the same fucking album.
Geez. I really hate these people. They are selling their looks. I can respect gigolos more than them. At least gigolos don't go around showing their faces and advertising the flesh trade they specialize in with posters in bookstores and all. Gigolos don't shamelessly strut their stuff and hold autograph sessions for those money-wasting teenage girls. Gigolos don't have their voices broad casted every hour on radio. Gigolos don't find their ways into newspapers(unless it's an exceptionally gay piece, in which I'd respect them even more for having satisfied my desire and getting their ass ripped open due to my huge penis).
I respect their occupation. At least they're selling their looks without much packaging. Unlike those boybands and all, packaging themselves such that they look like they're singing songs, but are just 'looking like' it, and selling their looks instead.
One more thing to note: gigolos are more value for money. I mean, one hour, $20. Or maybe even less, if they enjoy it. That's if you have as huge a member as mine, which is impossible unless you have a size that parallels the Eiffel Tower. Perhaps the gigolo would pay you for your services instead, but this is a total digression. Shit. I just revealed my size. That's why I'm so insecure about my dick size. Is it normal to have the Eiffel Tower for a penis? I hope so..
Anyway, I think I'm done with the bashing of those gay pieces of shits.
Which reminds me. How many times have I used the word 'shit' in the above? Shit. I somehow feel damn vulgar. I mean, people normally use words like 'My foot lah!', but somehow I managed to change it to 'My shit!'. I feel very disgusted by myself. I have the weirdest of temptations to hang myself.
Anyway today was crap. I was sleep deprived. And no, I don't have to know that you slept at 2AM but turned up in school at 6.30AM anyway. I don't have to know, yo. But seriously, I somehow need a lot of sleep one. I guess I'm still growing. And I couldn't get myself to sleep until around 1. Which was quite weird since I'd been stoning in bed since 11.30?
Fuck?
So I ended up sleeping on the bus home, and drooled all over the place. And the bus driver had to go behind to wake me up when the bus reached the interchange.
I've never felt my face burn that strongly before.
As I made my exit, I muttered something like 'Sorry', and I heard the few people having their own conversation 'Whoa why he so tired? Sec what?' or something along those lines.
If there's a hole in the ground I'd have disappeared into it. OK that only explains the law of gravity, sorry.
Never mind. Anyway I hope to be able to sleep well.
Pray for me, please.
My shit.
Oh by the way, here's the GKY friendster. I hardly laugh so much. But I won't bother making the html shit for this, because if you're really that interested in seeing what could amuse me so much, you'd take the initiative and copy paste it into your browser.
http://profiles.friendster.com/32452337
-- 2/25/2008 08:25:00 PM
