Tigers have high sex drive.
Went to watch 'The importance of being Earnest' yesterday at NLB. It was quite disturbing being the only male in a group of 6, and being the only one in school uniform is weird.
I don't like the NLB. Actually, I don't like high-class places in general, especially the NLB for what it contains. It seems like the kind of place where she'd go, and I don't like that feeling of proximity, the kind of 'she could've been here' kind of thing.
It's disturbing, to say the least, and it's even more lamentable when you know that she's not there with you.
I just don't like high-class places in general, I am a poor thing after all, and my food choices are limited.
Speaking of food reminds me of 'table manners' and 'etiquette'. I've always thought that eating is a barbaric process, to the point of violent. After all, the process of getting the food to your table is filled with violence(killing the animal for the meat).
Holozoic nutrition is such--we aren't plants after all. So why do we bother with all the eating weapons when you can use your hands? Why are humans always trying to differentiate themselves from the other species of animals? Like, tigers just eat their food raw and arrrmph away, but we have to cook the food and eat at places with abstract ideas like 'ambiance', and paying through your nose just to eat at a place deemed fit to eat at.
Doesn't make sense. Just eat lah. It's food, it's simply MEANT TO BE EATEN, and perhaps appreciated but not the the extent that you spend hours simply looking and admiring its aroma.
People say that I look barbaric when I'm eating like it's a bad thing. I'm just being primitive (;
I'm not blogging in any order already, but come to think of it, there's hardly any other when I type.
Well, there are times in your life when you come across something. Like, a deep conversation with a friend whom you've never thought you'd have a deep conversation with, which reveals a lot about him/her. Or when you get to do something rather exclusive with a friend whom you're not that close to, like watch a movie with him/her when you aren't all that close with that person.
Then, after the incident, you and the person never talk about it ever again. You're left floundering, wondering whether those incidents occurred or not. Did they really happen, or were you just dreaming? Why are you the only one thinking about it? Does this mean that you're looking forward to another experience of similar intensity with that person? What does that denote?
Humans are too absorbed by handphones these days. It is so easy to tell your friends that you'd be late for a meet-up, so you see no need for punctuality. So you don't try to be punctual.
This is bad, and bad things always happens.
I think I'm too sexual. It's like I can link everything to sex, and sex, and sex, and more sex. Even walking around Popular brings out the sex in me, and cute innocent little stuffed toys aren't that innocent in my mind.
Tigers have high sex drive. How do I know? Because I am one.
-- 4/10/2009 11:21:00 PM
