Wet dream in school?
Fun isn't fun if you have to fight for it. I had a rather disgusting experience on having to fight for my share of fun a few days back, and I'm regretting my actions. I don't regret having to fight for the fun, but I regret going out in the first place--One Piece awaits.
I almost had a wet dream in school. But the female lead (not Pb, I know it's lame) character chose to disappear, and yea, it was disgusting. All that suspense for nothing. I know it was quite disturbing to have read the above, and I apologize to you now. But really, you should have known that I'm a rather vile and villainous character, and that my blog has almost no content at all. It's best to avoid rawr-barney.blogspot.com
Anyway, I think I should be quite disgusted at myself. I should be watching One Piece now. Damn. But really, I need a break for awhile, and talk about certain stuff that upsets most people. You may disagree with me, but you don't have rights to your own opinion on my blog, so if you want to rant about how my opinions suck and whatnot, do so on your own blog. My tagboard is clean and guilt-free.
But of courset, I can't just put forth my opinions blatantly. So I shall use what my father said to me when I was still a kid. OK I'm still a kid, but a more humble kid. I know it makes no sense, don't remind me. Oh and I don't quite understand my father at times. He has mood swings, very much like most other fathers. I guess males PMS more than females, although it's biologically impossible for men to have sore breasts, because we could, at most, have moobs. Moobs = man boobs. Or something along those lines; I'm sidetracking.
Back to the point.
He drew a pyramid, and told me that the pyramid was made of bricks. Or stones, I can't remember such minor details--forgive me. Not that I'm asking for your forgiveness, but that I'm a hypocrite and asking for forgiveness seems to be the best thing to do. Anyway, he told me that the whole pyramid is made of the same bricks and all. However, some of the bricks are hidden from view, while only a minority can be seen from the surface. I saw no moral values to be gained from this weird analogy, so I spoke my mind about that. And he told me that the pyramid is very much like our present society; that only the top gets to be seen and recognized and gain public acknowledgment. while the other people can only be stepping stones for the people at the top of their heads. Bathically, he just wanted me to study hard and get better results so that I'd be on top of everyone else in this pyramid of a society.
I didn't see a problem being the foundation. Really, I didn't. I don't mind staying hidden from view, I don't mind toiling away while not having any recognition and all.
Most people do, however. And I do agree with their points.
But this is life. Like it or lump it. Just be contented with what you have. At least you made something a success. It's something to be proud of. There's no need to take it as a form of bashing for your ego.
At least you know that you did something, that you made a change, that you helped make something a success. For that you can feel proud already.
Others would say that I've never taken in the view from the top of the pyramid, therefore I won't know how it feels like to be sucked back into the dull interior. I don't know, I'm a humble man. But everyone at the top deserves to be at the top. Not that the people below them aren't deserving, but maybe they are more suited to assist rather than perform? Either way, there's no point in feeling dejected or anything. What's done is done.
You can treat stuff like sweeping the floor as a chore. You can treat it as a hobby too. I enjoyed sweeping the floor last time. I still do.
It's just the way you perceive things. Some people think that it's saikhang, some people think it's the best treatment.
I shall end off this post abruptly by saying that I'm going for the best possible treatment available for me as of now, which would translate into watching One Piece, and enjoying TONY TONY CHOPPER's cuteness.
-- 4/22/2008 08:26:00 PM
