Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Chuckle
I realised my fuckablity factor ain't very high. Even though I remain somewhat of an advocate for freedom of sexual expression, I am sure I wouldn't have too many partners.
Gobi: You would give your wife hell.
Me: Oh yea, I would talk so much more about sex than doing it at all.
There exist a fundamental social complication of the reactionary measures of society and the constant locomotion towards change, resulting in a general putrefaction in what holds for tradition and values as well as the enfeebeling of religious doctrines. There is a finite resource to fortify what the people before us have had established in the name of what counts for justice and righteousness for the only faculty potent enough to preserve that ostensible name of goodness is the human spirit itself. However, the human spirit will gradually be inured towards a certain phenomenon (change) eventually. Ergo, I ask, how powerful is the human spirit after all? It is falliable, ain't it? = )
When society moves, the individuals must realise that they cannot emulate too much of another pasture for there is also a need for the preponderance to learn to embrace that motion. -_-
Surely, a greater mind would have endeavoured to take a fledging interest in accountancy literacy and the inculcation of historical references. The only way, and boy I mean ONLY, is to keep on talking. keep on talking. keep on talking. keep on talking. keep on talking. about pre-marital sex and social problems to the teachers in painfully obscured language. That's it. maybe i should write a song to excoriate history or anything historical (and satistical) , not exluding the quasi-glabarous mr yun Lam (shall call him mr. yl from now on since im gonna attend more of his lessons as one of themandatory subjects prescribed to me(sorry lar. not enough teachers. MI very small de le) (nota bena, my mr. yl quite nice actually except he mumbles more than he talks.)) = (
OG2 has become closer than before as the maw menancingly approaches. Apart from enjoying sexual innuendos together, we take a lot of joy in watching psycho dolls masturbate and contrive unpromising familial resolutions while masticating popcorn, Kitkats and Pringles. = r
I just had to use that word - - masticate. Masturbate. Masticate. Masturbate. Masticate. Masticate. Masturbate. Maturbate. Masturbate. Twists that tounge quite a bit eh? = )
cuRRent...jer
masturbates. and loves masticating turtle meat.
¶ 8:38 pm
I realised my fuckablity factor ain't very high. Even though I remain somewhat of an advocate for freedom of sexual expression, I am sure I wouldn't have too many partners.
Gobi: You would give your wife hell.
Me: Oh yea, I would talk so much more about sex than doing it at all.
There exist a fundamental social complication of the reactionary measures of society and the constant locomotion towards change, resulting in a general putrefaction in what holds for tradition and values as well as the enfeebeling of religious doctrines. There is a finite resource to fortify what the people before us have had established in the name of what counts for justice and righteousness for the only faculty potent enough to preserve that ostensible name of goodness is the human spirit itself. However, the human spirit will gradually be inured towards a certain phenomenon (change) eventually. Ergo, I ask, how powerful is the human spirit after all? It is falliable, ain't it? = )
When society moves, the individuals must realise that they cannot emulate too much of another pasture for there is also a need for the preponderance to learn to embrace that motion. -_-
Surely, a greater mind would have endeavoured to take a fledging interest in accountancy literacy and the inculcation of historical references. The only way, and boy I mean ONLY, is to keep on talking. keep on talking. keep on talking. keep on talking. keep on talking. about pre-marital sex and social problems to the teachers in painfully obscured language. That's it. maybe i should write a song to excoriate history or anything historical (and satistical) , not exluding the quasi-glabarous mr yun Lam (shall call him mr. yl from now on since im gonna attend more of his lessons as one of the
OG2 has become closer than before as the maw menancingly approaches. Apart from enjoying sexual innuendos together, we take a lot of joy in watching psycho dolls masturbate and contrive unpromising familial resolutions while masticating popcorn, Kitkats and Pringles. = r
I just had to use that word - - masticate. Masturbate. Masticate. Masturbate. Masticate. Masticate. Masturbate. Maturbate. Masturbate. Twists that tounge quite a bit eh? = )
cuRRent...jer
masturbates. and loves masticating turtle meat.
¶ 8:38 pm
