Toilets.
Here's a song to get in the mood:
I remember laughing very hard about this because I thought it was funny. Then I turned 14.
How many songs are there which pays tribute to the one thing that distinguishes us from our primal ancestors? How many songs are there which sings about our silent, invisible hero so unabashedly, or at all? How many?(I actually wanted to come up with a third point, y'know, speech devices and stuff, but I ran out.)
Where does all your undigested food go to? The toilet bowl.
Everything that has a beginning has an end, but not everyone cares about the end, or the outcome. Possibly because it's too ugly and smelly and disgusting to talk about.
I'm just citing an example, hope people don't get offended. Have you ever wondered why people pray before they eat, but not before they shit?
I was shitting a few hours back when that thought crossed my mind. In terms of importance, both ingestion and egestion are on par. I mean, you eat but you don't shit, what's the point in life? You become full of shit, and that's bad. You don't eat, you can't shit.
I guess that pretty much proved my point that both ingestion and egestion are interdependent. So why aren't people praying before they take a dump?
I'm not trying create a radical change in religion, but I'm just musing over that random fact while I was shitting. I tend to think when I shit. It's 'me-time', except that it's in the toilet. People find their inspiration all over the place, it just so happens that I find mine while sitting on the toilet bowl.
I found out something through empirical observation(I actually effing forgot the word 'empirical', I had to check against something =.=). You cannot shit and think simultaneously.
When you shit, you concentrate on your rectal muscles, and peristalsis, especially when you're suffering from constipation. That's because your reflex actions isn't enough to cover for your shitty rectum. Actually I made that all up because I forgot a lot of things pertaining to biology, but I'm always correct, so take it as that.
I mean, I couldn't think or muse or sink into my introspective mode(if I had one) while I was forcing fecal matter through my virgin asshole. Virgin? Um. Never mind, I didn't say anything about the..virginal status of my Special Somewhere.
Hou shit I'm blushing =.=
As I was saying, I indulged myself in carnal pleasure while trying to detoxify myself. So much that I couldn't think. I guess that's correct for all guys: Sex > Rationality.
And when I was thinking, I couldn't shit. I don't know what was that about, but I'm not going to disprove my theory. Bleh.
Many people think that toilets are stinky, unhygienic places where people with AIDS have sex in. These bigots don't realize the importance of these important civilian structures. I'm glad I'm not like them.
People do stuff when they are emotional. Some blog about it, converting all their emotions into pixels. Some lock themselves in their rooms and shrivel up in a corner, letting their emotions out in the form of tears. I ran out of iFeas again.
But I just invented a new place to emo at that's not virtual. The toilet. Isn't it wonderful to sit on the toilet bowl and think about your life and your special someone and special stuff? Isn't the toilet a wonderful place with a lot of privacy? I like privacy. There are things that aren't meant for other people to know, and the toilet can be your shelter.
Isn't it wonderful to be able to mull over your life over a pile of shit. while its delicious smell lingers in the room? Isn't it wonderful to take a shower as and when you like? Or eat, if you got a weird fetish, but details aren't necessary.
There are times when one is most truthful to him/herself, and for me, that's when I'm in the toilet. I let things that affect me affect me. I wank. I shit. I shower. I wank.
Did I mention that I wank?
Never mind.
This post is quite random. I was just mulling things over the toilet seat approximately 1hr30minutes back. The time now is 3.09AM.
Then this song started playing in my head. It is sung by 盧廣仲, and the song name is 好想要揮霍.
Here:
I..don't know how to comment on that. I'd just say that I'm hardly affected by stuff that doesn't relate to me, and I'm affected by this song.
I don't even know what struck me, but that song started playing in my head. I don't even have it on my phone, I only heard it when my sis played it(she bought the CD).
Maybe it was my mood, or X that was on my mind, but that song was put on loop. =\
Ah. Screw the lyrics. They are too beautiful. Oh yea. Written by Cheer. =\
Let's just say that if a song can make me go '=\' so much, it has to be a beautiful one.
Argh. I've been playing that song on loop for the past hour. I'm still not tired.
This begs the question: What was going through her mind when she wrote those lyrics?
就算你不在意 我微笑的原因
是我仅有的自信
And
不管未来 快乐 是不是
我的必须品
也许早已否定 我所有的努力
爱已不会降临
And
直到今天还不能放开昨天的手
谁来 救我
And
Oh yaaa! You know that there's some festival in which some food gets some money cooked into it? And the person who gets the portion of food with the money in it is supposedly blessed or something? I'm not sure about the consequences of getting money from food, or even the festival in question, but that's not the point.
The point is that most of you already know my unhealthy habit of making use of my unique blog skin to camo certain stuff. It has become more or less an open secret and so it doesn't really matter even if I sexpose myself. I'm currently elevating this habit to an artform. See if you can spot my shit or not.
It's not the case of a treasure hunt though. You find something, you keep it to yourself and hope others can't find it. And you don't talk to me about it because the prize would be a hanthump session, and it'd be me hanthumping you.
I'm currently feeling a draught that has nothing to do with the fan blowing the cold 3.40AM air at me. I think it's the song.
Urgh. Time to watch Special Stuff. Speaking of which, my father was watching some movie in the living room. The starting was creepy, with the people playing with corpses and making it seem as if the corpses were having sex. The eyes looks like those of dead fishes.
Then there was a bed scene, and I saw a nipple. A female nipple was making its appearance through some thin singlet, and the guy moved his hand under her shirt and started groping the boob.
Then my mum came out and said something like 'Whoa what show is this?! Oi here got the kids.'
I was playing Runescape at that time, and I was doing some 180degrees turn with my neck, like an owl. My father was like 'The starting scene only mah..' then his defense fell apart and he changed movies.
And the second movie had some orgasmic sounds, so I turned around and saw a couple humping. Heh my father quite open. The previous time...never mind.
Oh yea and I was wearing long pants for a formal dinner. My father's father's 80th birthday,which means my grandfather's birthday, which makes it his Big Skinny. So formal attire lor. Which consisted of long pants. Which was quite tight. It cut into my balls. It was pure agony. And I don't exactly know my cousins on that side, so..yea. And my father sorta pulled me to face the many distant relatives whom I've never seen before.
Wearing those long pants for 5hours made me wonder how males wear skinnies. It's their balls and potency they are killing. OK, maybe I shouldn't consider them males after their skinniesexperience. Note the lack of spacing.
End of post I guess. Morning everyone. Say hi to 4AM.
-- 12/08/2008 02:27:00 AM
