Skinny Jeans.
So I went for Chinese and Bio remedial. There was an unusually high estrogen level in the atmosphere, and to my horror, Cedar Girl's and RGS were in my school, for some...what's the again?-oh, track and field friendly?Notice how track and field people are often fat(read muscular as fat; it's just an euphemism)? That's why it's called the TAF club last time, till the PE dept. discovered the inherent flaw in the naming of that club and called it 'Health and Fitness management program', in which Gran converted to Fitness and Healthy Management Program. Read as FHM.
Anyway, with that huge load of foreign presence, people found it hard to calm their raging hormones. I, however, had better things to do, like trying to sleep through the entire remedial without getting caught. Hey, this is rather much of a constructive use of time. Screw you for thinking otherwise. Seriously, I didn't sleep enough. I never did, which explains the lethargy felt everyday. It's taxing, yo. It's hard when you have to coordinate many...projects and all. I need 10hours of sleep, but Fate decreed me to only have 7. Sad, really.
Anyway, after the failed sleeping session, it was around 9.45AM. Bio starts at 10.30, and there's a lot of time to burn. What better than to feast your eyes on a wet Saturday morning? Everyone would be moist, and no one would blame the hard bulge in your pants. Not that I got an erection, mind you. I don't like girls.
But it sure is interesting if I got to know them and asked them about how Cat High smells like, because according to my senior, Cat High smells of cum and all. It'd be interesting because most girls of our age have yet to feast their noses on the fine jizm of male gamete.
And if the smell was to be related to them as 'cum', they'd definitely be 'greatly appalled', and it'd be interesting to note the look on their faces.
That thought is giving me the shivers. How can I be so nefarious?
Then we had bio remedial, which isn't really much to talk about. I'm just trying to be a normal blogger and post things in a chronological order without much thought. It's much easier and less taxing this way.
So after the bio remedial, Springs, Chongxiu, KAISHANK, Adarling, Julian, and Yenchuan and I were stoning around the track, ogling at girls while trying not to drool all over the place. It's a rare sight, and we just had to rape them with our eyes.
Just kidding. I was raping Springs, and the action was mutual. He knocked my head against the wall(not that strong, but strong enough to piss me off), and I had quite a strong urge to sink my fist into his open stomach. But fortunately for both of us, I managed to curb my sexual instinct. It'd have turned ugly otherwise. I don't hate him, he doesn't hate me, and I hope it stays that way. It's scary how small little things like this can destroy a friendship.
Besides, he's quite a nice guy to rape. He's gay, too.
So after that little incident, we got fed up with waiting for Sunni, I mean, Sunny, and we decided to go Bishan Market first.
Then had lunch at the 'Crazy Angmo' stall. Quite nice. Chongxiu and Sunny were fighting cold jokes on cold jokes. Fun.
And I found out that guys in my class can be rather scary. Not going to touch on that too much though. Maybe it's just me.
Ran for the bus after that. How lucky, got to tuition just on time.
Felt like shitting though.
Oh, something about the triple science classes and their journey into the realm of English vocabulary. We had this small orange book(which costs like $14? And it's small?), and their teachers forced them to do and study and mug those words. I couldn't do anything at all. If my girlfriend was the English language, these people raped her. Scary, really. Out of every 10 words spammed, I can't understand 9, and the only one that I can understand is normally...just a half-arsed definition.
No, please, don't humiliate me.
Argh. Never mind. But this begs the question. Is there really a need for a damn powerful word bank in order to get an A1? I'd rather read action-packed stories with a few nice words and phrases thrown in here and there, but not one in which I have to refer to wordnet every now and then. And even then, it'd piss me off even more if those words are of no use to heightening the arousal of my interest in the story. Some people can put across their point in the most concise manner, while some have to blabber a lot of bullshit.
Not saying that additional words to the word bank of yours is bad, mind you. It's just that it's no point if you can't keep the attention. There's this random guy by the name of 'Chua Hock Seng' who commented on nofringe.livejournal.com and asked for people to go read his blog. Simply riding off the success of the perpetrators, but that's not the point. The point is that I read a damn long entry written by him, and I didn't crack a smile. I wasn't drinking in the words because such shit isn't meant for consumption. I was just trying to find the point, and found that there was none to be found.
nofringe.livejournal.com people really did manage to amuse me a lot even though I don't hate GKY. I like reading their posts and all, and now blogs and similar livejournal accounts are popping out like mushrooms, trying to emulate them.
Bastards.
I have nothing much left to say already, except that I only got 55 for English. Which isn't exactly good, but I'm not going to emo over it because I do know that quite a few people got lower than me. I can't be proud either, because 55 for O's is quite...never mind.
I'd let you laugh at me for the L1R5 of 33 though, be happy.
Oh wait. I forgot the title of the post: Skinny jeans.
It's an increasingly common thing to see on the streets. It's becoming so common, it's as if they packaged and sold 'Stupid' to everyone. Who wants their balls crushed by those constricting pieces of shit? I'd like to have a cool breeze at my lower half of the body, thank you.
I really don't understand how come people can walk around in those constricting, pore-less clothes squeezing on their legs without cringing in pain as their scrotum get crushed and grounded into powder.
I can hardly walk in jeans. I hate things that restrict the movements of my legs. I like to move at ease, thank you. Wearing skinny jeans is like binding your feet, except that it's not permanent. But would be, since you'd become impotent as your jewels get reduced to the powder form. So there's not much of a difference, really, since it's a fair trade-off: sex for the chance of having sex. Because people who wear skinny jeans think that it's cool to sacrifice their balls for a chance to score a hot chick, only to find out the erectile problems they'd get soon after.
What's so nice about skinny jeans? Why kill your legs? I'd love to have the cool breeze, thank you.
One more thing, men get erect at inappropriate times. I think the sensual caress of denim on boxers/underwear can turn guys on. This reminds me of a hentai I heard of: the girl puts the guy's penis into those fruit-juice machine shit, and masturbates. When the guy erects, there'd be the huge mess left behind in the form of a rotten banana and all. I don't think the guy has a titanium ramrod for a dick, and flesh can't beat the masher. Sad, really. That's what's going to happen behind the zipper of skinny jeans: mashing.
Doesn't sound that exciting already, right?
I think I came across that scary fruit-punch producing agents once, and tried them on, and had troubles taking them off. I'm not paying money for my genital to be damaged so to the extent that corrective surgery is needed.
I am sane. Even if the whole world wears jeans, I'd carry on with my pants. Or walk around naked. I am making a fashion statement. I am cool.
I saw some people wearing skinny jeans on 88 last night. It's weird, really. It's ridiculous in fact. I'd never wear that piece of shit. I'd rather do something less painful, like jab my dick into my thumbdrive. Which is impossible, that's why it's painful.
It says a lot if I'd rather go through that pain then wear skinny jeans.
And I have quite a load of homework. I have to chiong them already. I don't have much time to waste already. I must have a goal to work for, yo.
And John Lau was talking to me in his malformed English(as usual), and asking me for a picture of Mas Selamat Kastari for him to put up as his MSN display picture. Which was quite clever, seeing as the JI leader looks much better than him, but quite stupid as there are many more people much more handsome than Mas Selamat Kastari.
Being a total jerk, I rejected the request because he does not know how to ask questions. Why? He doesn't know how to use the question mark, instead, focusing on adding a full-stop to almost every sentence, trying to make himself sound cool and distant.
I bet he's creaming his pants right now as I'm about to expose his inability to use the apostrophe. And I'm dedicating this part of the post to him. He must be honoured.
So here's a picture of the alleged terrorist. If he bothers he'd download it, save it into his computer, use as display picture, and tell me that he didn't get it from me.
A round of applause for the picture I'm about to bring to you(Chongxiu was grumbling over the lack of interactive material such as pictures):
I fear for everyone's safety. This is rather much of a national threat and I beseech everyone else to stop trying to impersonate Allah or any religious figures or God, as it's not funny. If you don't want your throats slit, or airplanes crashing into your HDB flat, don't try it.
-- 3/01/2008 10:42:00 PM