Lanturn festival 08.
OK so today was rather uneventful.
Except for one heck of an emotional roller-coaster, which involved 13million gp. Yes, though I sort of quit RS, I haven't quit merchanting, and under my friend's speculation, I bought 11.25K strength potions.
By the way Weili, the pots sell fast, I checked on my side account.
This means that the prices might still rise. So yea.
G.E. really trains people in economics. Sort of.
And my teeth hurt. Fuck the rectangular wire.
Anyway, I love the Pokemon Lanturn. OK that was random so never mind. Maybe that accounts for all the typos.
Oh yea, I've asked 3people who loves sleeps much less than the 10hours of sleep per day how tall are they.
And all of them are short. You know what this means? This means that more sleep = more height.
Moral of the story? If you want your vertical axis to grow, sleep more.
OK I crapped that up.
Anyway, Lanturn festivals are sad days for me because of a traumatizing sexperience 2years ago in which I practically became a half-zombie for the most stupidest of reasons.
I got raped.
You may not believe it, but I effing got raped, and my ravaged member has never been the same since then. I've always feared contact with anybody of the opposite sex, and I...I don't even know why the hell I'm talking about how I got raped.
This was what happened:
I was walking around the neighbourhood alone, thinking about how wretched(or not) my life was, when a few girls(or maybe guys, hard to tell in the darkness) grabbed me.
They pulled me to the rubbish dump(weird fetish) and stripped me bare. I couldn't move at all, the combined efforts of like 10people(I'm hot) rendered me immobile. Being pinned to the ground, I can only tear while feeling them at my sensitive area.
I didn't injoy it at all. How to? Sobs.
After the humiliating incident, my heart didn't feel the same again. Maybe it's some mutated form of a weird STI that affects the heart, but I'm hungry as I type. I guess the emotional trauma isn't that bad after all. Maybe it's just me.
It was just a..failed relationship. I didn't even have the chance to 'confess'.
I was simply cut-off, for telling her to appreciate the moon.
Till now I still don't understand what I did wrong.
Or why she became a Christian.
People who know me well would know what I was trying to insinuate with the above true story.
OK the time now is 1.25AM, and I'm hungry and I want to go down walk walk. Never mind, forget it.
The moon can't be seen now anyway. My Ahma says that when the moon can't be seen during the Lanturn festival, it bodes ill. Or something along those lines.
I can't see the moon. Cloudy.
Anyway, the kids were dang noisy. The noise and smoke generated was..breath-taking. The candles and shit and stuff like that..ohhh it turns me moist.
I remember staying out late 2years ago after the rape because I didn't know what to do when I reach home. The emotional traume of a rape victim. So yea, I stayed out, and somehow I chanced upon my Taekwondo classmate. Then we went to play with candles and stuff, and I related the sexual assault to an attentive audience of around 5people. Maybe more, I forgot. But heh, they were very nice, giving me constructive feedback, and how I should face the world and how I should pick myself up.
I helped with the hanging of the lanturns because I'm strong and agile, and it was a lot of fun even though I didn't know all of them, save one.
Maybe I'd have been better off emo-ing at a corner while appreciating the moon and the smoke created. But whatever the case, it was memorable.
2years have passed. So many things have changed. Let's not talk about introspective stuff like that. Makes me hungry.
OH YAAAAAAAA.
I slept at around 4AM on Sunday morning. And I woke myself up at 9AM. Woke up naturally some more.
Fuck that dream. OK maybe not.
The dream, nightmare, and what I might want to be a reality:
I was at Compass Point, stoning around at Subway or something, when I saw someone I know. Somehow, RS clan chat was enabled, and I was communicating with her through that. I didn't know her friends, who were with her.
Then suddenly the scene changed, or maybe it didn't, but the girl started to fellate me. I don't even know why I became naked waist-down.
She kept saying stuff like 'I want to try with you', while I kept refusing with 'No, you go try with someone you love, I don't want to take your virginity', that sort of stuff. Yea I faked that, you know, dreams and reality doesn't match.
So anyway, I kept trying to push away her advances(heh I'm not as horny in my dreams eh?) while she kept forcing herself on me.
I respect females, and I respect her and I didn't want her to do anything stupid under the influence of drugs or anything, but she tried to eat my 'foot-long' stick. Even in the warm recesses of her mouth, I didn't waiver.
I pulled out and I woke up.
I knew it was a dream because the girl isn't horny, and definitely won't horny to me even though I am hot. That's because she's already taken, duh, people who aren't taken would definitely fall in love with my huge..ego.
I think I drifted back to sleep halfway and the dream fucking continued =.=
I feel dang raped now.
Maybe I should wash my brains. Might help. Too dirty.
Does anyone feel disturbed by my dream? Is anyone interested in knowing the identity of the girl?
Someone please ask, then I'd feel like people actually read my blog and I'd feel eternally grateful and would fellate you for it. Only when I'm hungry.
Which reminds me of another thing.
Yet another song by Eason.
My sister described the song as very grey, even greyer than Don't Talk. I felt the same way too.
Somehow I feel that my mood for the next few weeks has already been dictated.
At least until 2months later.
-- 9/15/2008 01:12:00 AM
