First day of air-con. Woohoo.
OK I'm going to talk about my 4hours without wearing a pair of underwear, so if anyone would get disturbed, I'm afraid but you're in for a treat. A disgusting one, too.
Yea, somehow I found it rather breezy. And as any biology student knows, sperms can only be produced at a temperature lower than that of the abdominal cavity. That explains the dangling, as can be seen in pornographic material (if you're a female, or an eunuch).
As underwear keeps the testes closer to the body, sperm production would undoubtedly be slower, and going around without underwear for a few hours is certainly rejuvenating.
Enough, I think it's gross.
Anyway, a situation happened yesterday that reminded me of my primary school days. No, not during primary school, but at the tender age of P3.
I used to be a very rebellious kiddo, raring to fight and hanthump at any point of time. Really, I think I'm quite scary last time. But apparently, I grew up to become a filial boy, and as people say, with a good reason, filial people can never go wrong. 孝顺的人坏不到哪里去。Or something along those lines. I must admit that I get into quarrels, and heated arguments with my parents at times, but I know that whatever they did was for my good.
I didn't know when I was P3, and my explosive temper always took control of me. And whenever I step out of the line, and got a scolding, I'd get worse, just to show that I could. I like bringing out the lump in their throats, to make their throats dry. Just because I can.
But I grew up I guess. Never mind this, I'm just being random.
Whoa keesiao, why do demons hit so much when I'm training strength? =.= OK never mind they didn't after all.
And it's tough initiating conversations. Something I've been doing for the past few months. I think I'd only 'speak only when spoken to'. You might be busy, and I don't want to add to your woes, because I'm a worrisome person. As in, I can make people worry.
OK anyway our air-conditioners were used for the first day today, woohoo. Let's all jubilate in the air-conditioned classroom, with mass orgies and more sex, taupok, sex, sex, sex.
We're like the guinea pigs. But at least we won't die of experiments. And we get to have sex. But it'd be much appreciated if they'd tell us in advance, really. I was rather frozen towards the end of the day, and it rained too.
Whoa sian. I can't type much. I don't have much to say. Oh wait..
Some people think that I'm 'emo' because I'm ugly. I was rather sleepy at that time, but got rather crossed with him. Yea, I was feeling emotional, because anger is a form of emotion. Really, I won't be sad because I can't live off my face.
I'm only sad for you, because if you're this superficial, you might as well kill yourself.
Like I always, say, there's no such thing as a handsome man, only a gay person. There's no cute guys out there, because guys aren't supposed to be cute. Leave the acting cute shit to the girls, guys are better off with leg hair and scars on their necks.
No, don't try the scar-on-neck thing. It's not meant for the fainthearted.
Besides, I have yet to find any 'good looking guys' in Cat High, off the streets, around the world, on TV, blah blah. There's no such thing as a handsome man. Really. And the people who were trying to 'suan' me aren't very handsome or cute themselves, or at least I think that way. But what I think always turn out right, so I shall leave you to connect the dots.
I can start suaning back everyone who suans me, because I can. But I won't, because I know that those guys build their confidence on their faces. Any insults to their supposed 'good looks' would only jeopardize their lives, and I don't want my name on their suicide notes. Oh wait, maybe I want to be famous, I want to be known as the one who kills with words.
So exciting. But my conscience forbids me, and so I won't.
I'm always having fun arguments with my classmates, and it's always all of them against me. I'm always getting gang-raped, and I can't help but feel pressurized. But the view of the majority may not always be right, and I like such arguments and gangbang sessions anyway. It's fun, yo.
People who cave in to peer pressure easily can never lead the life I have. Not many people can live with everyone breathing down his neck, suaning him for every mistake he makes. Not many people can try to argue with everyone at the same time without caving in.
I think I'm a hero.
Oh. So much for having nothing to say, I'm suddenly reminded of anorexic people. Oh yes, two rune med helms, so happy. Anyway back to anorexia. I don't know what's wrong with girls. They want to be fucking thin. And they are supposed to get pregnant when they grow up and all. Getting a bit fatter is good, as fats are needed to protect the female reproductive organs, but no, they just have commit suicide by starving themselves. It's stupid, really. I mean, I think what Ms Saras said is true. Guys don't have the rights to be fat at all. Guys would never get pregnant. So guys getting fat=unjustifiable. So why do girls still want to be thin?? Never mind.
I think I pissed all over my blog well enough. And shall end here to carry on scaping. With the e in front.
And I like to include things at random, even after posting, so if you missed it, too bad. I don't even know why I'm staying online. Perhaps I'm waiting for you to initiate the conversation. And why are you staying online? Definitely not for me. I don't really know, but I shouldn't care.
Fuck. I should stop waiting for things that'd never come. Waiting is a form of hope, and I think I've run out of that.
I hope not.
-- 3/25/2008 08:27:00 PM
