Food waster.
I never liked puking. It's a waste of food and I hate wasting food because food is meant to be eaten and not wasted. I mean that's what food is for, like how life is meant to be lived and not wasted so I hate wasting life but I end up wasting it anyway so I'd like to save up and make useful what's meant to be made useful such as food.
That's why I hate puking. <--sounds like Ikea right?
So it was a terrible night I don't know why but it was with a bloated stomach and I hate having my stomach bloated because that's not what stomachs should feel like so I didn't like it much but I didn't really have a choice because like my life which is being unintentionally wasted I don't have a choice to stop my stomach from being bloated. So I decided 'Fuck I'm gonna puke', and so I did. I'm glad I'm well-versed in the fine arts of puking, so after stoning at the basin for awhile, the short, not-so-melodious sound of chyme-hitting-the-basin resonated throughout the kitchen. The vile smell wasn't artistic and definitely not pleasurable so I washed everything down and went to sleep thinking that the worst was over because I did feel relieved.
But no, to my horror I woke up with some general aching throughout my body and culminated in a form of even-more-bloatedness on Friday morning, so I told Hui Ting that I CMI for school. Then I was reminded that it was Mrs Chng's last day of school, and how could she leave school without my best wishes? So I wrote a letter(in Chinese just to piss her off), went to the doctor to get an MC because I only wanted to get to school solely for her, and forged ahead on the bus.
Poor me on the bus alone sick and tired and wanting to waste even more food even though there's no more food left in me.
It was quite fun though, saying bye to her =\
Bye Mrs Chng.
Seeya around (:
And I kinda thought about why a blow to the balls hurt like hell. I remember Ms Saras(bio cher for the ignorant) talking about how the balls contract in the face of physical threat(but slowly), so it's not much of use. I mean a kick is so much faster than a slow, slight retraction of your gonads, so...yea. But the idea is there. Commendable balls. Moral of the story: lots of nerve cells there I guess. Just anyhow zam one.
And the balls are always hanging around below the abdomen because they can't create sperms due to abdominal heat or something right? They can only be produced at a temperature lower than that of abdominal heat or something, can't really remember, but yea, the idea is there. So there you have it, balls are always sensitive to heat changes and always hangs around ready for action. So the point is: a lot of nerves there.
Nerves + impact = not healthy --> fucking painful.
I haven't gotten to the main point yet.
Guys, when you're down with fever check your balls out. They'd probably be hanging lower than ever, a sure sign of high internal temperature. Notice how the body always keeps the sperm production going even when you're sick? Marvellous, that's why I'm always operationally-ready.
And check another thing out, when you're swimming in cold water, your balls contract. They get closer to your abdomen and keeps warm. Lovely gonads.
OK moral of the story? When your balls are hanging lowly you're probably sick.
Scrap that, when you have balls you're probably sick anyway.
On a completely different note, my cousin just added me on MSN, and the email address had her date of birth: 2001.
Wow. An after-millennium baby. I'M SO OLD.
-- 11/01/2009 01:08:00 PM
