R.J.

Why Trab?"Aren't you dinner yet?"Yum!LOL

Sighhh... I thought I told you guys to ignore me.And Trab... keep that. Please.

Thanks Trab, Des... I don't know what else to say except, well, thanks.Jason, I know the title of the blog contains sex, but it also contains no. Haha. Maybe next time, though. Room no. 5, right?

It's alright. You could ignore this comment because I'm not gonna butt in.I'm just gonna watch you guys... and laugh. Some banter we have here. Keep it going.

I just finished replying to an email from a reader about Option To Live. I'm really flattered about the way he described the story because it was just the way I would describe it. Anyway, I told him I was thinking of dancing and jumping for joy. Not because of his description (of my story) but because he was the first one to have sent me an email from Nifty. I should have known it wouldn't have been a hit when they (Nifty) told me they posted the story under the No Sex section. Haha. It was more than a month ago when I posted that story. If it had been a paper lying in wait for a reader, it would have accumulated enough dust to grow a forest. The guy said he only clicked on the No Sex link by accident. I have totally forgotten that I posted that story at Nifty until today, when that guy emailed me. Anyway, that's all. Oh, yeah, and world peace!

That was... I don't know... sad, maybe? And all the washing... it wasn't about Alex.Anyway... this entry is totally emotional. I hope you feel better soon. Maybe I could help you some... I want to feel alive too.

Well, if that's the case, I hope I have less testosterone then. Hehe

That's the best comment I've read today. Kudos on that. Haha.

Cole!LMAOYou should've stopped him from plucking all your hair down there. How are we going to know your hair color now?

And Jason, don't tell us what happened was an orgy. :D

I don't quite know what to say here. I mean, I'm still young (that's not to say you're old) and don't have the experiences you guys have. All I know is that a butterfly is really beautiful. That's all. Thank you.Hehe. Kidding.The world isn't perfect without its imperfections. That's all I know. Yes, some crimes are heinous. We don't condone them. But we wouldn't know that a perfect world is without them if we don't know they happen. I don't exactly know how to express myself that much on this, but I think bad things are necessary to know the good.

Jason, I don't know whether to laugh or get mad. You're really sweet, you know that? Hehe. I take all of that as a compliment. I do like getting tongued as much as you like giving it. And for the record, I'm not into role playing.-----Trab, I am terrified to come out to my friends, but I don't think I feel the need to do that. As for life in general, I do wish it would get better. But I'm still young and I hope I could still change some things.

Jason, in compliance to symmetry, I only have two balls to the naked eye. But it multiplies when needed.Your Raccoonship, I sure am glad to know you bow before my pet. The cat, I mean. :DCamy, try the Garfield costume. Hehe. Let's see if Raccoon bows to that.

Yeah, I realize The Raccoon just might sue me for using that title without his permission. We all know how much he takes pleasure on shitting in our shoes. On us. But what if he wants to punish someone? Ever wonder what he would do? I haven't, and I don't wanna. But that isn't what I'm going to be talking about. There must be something in the air these days. I've been feeling lethargic since school started, maybe even before that. I didn't and don't want to do anything. I mostly go to class, go back home, eat, check my email, and sleep, which I have been doing a lot of. I think I'm even overdoing it, or oversleeping, whatever the correct term is. It seems all I wanted these days is to be in bed. Not that that's a bad thing, just unusual. I was never like that. I used to sleep for five hours a day before. I think I'm doing ten these days and that's not counting the afternoon naps. I've really been lazy these days. We have a pet cat at home. It's a half-persian, half-stray-cat. It looks mostly like a stray cat, but it really is a persian at heart. All it ever does is sleep, and then wake up to eat. Then back to sleep again. What a lazy cat. It's friendly to mice too. I notice it likes rubbing itself against my leg. The cat must have rubbed off on me.

Check their pubes!

Wibby, at least we're potty trained. Snickers

Wibby, Jason,I just saw your comments now. I don't know why they need to be approved. Do your comments have underlying illegal messages?

Me too, Ele. I thought before that I only had to mash those buttons to win until I found out that there are combinations there. I think I spent more time studying that than my homeworks. It's just a fun way to release some frustrations.Hoppi, kick the enemy, even when he's down. LOL. It's just arcade, dammit. Haha.Des, you surely have a way of stroking my ego. If my head gets any bigger than this, I think I'm going to need surgery.

After lunch at school, I decided to go to the mall. I haven't been there in a while. The last time I was there I was working in one of the fastfoods there. So I spent some money in the arcades. Soul Calibur, to those who are curious. On the other side was a guy who has long black hair, probably grown his hair playing there because I did my damnedest to kick his ass. And mother, I finally did after losing a game! The guy was using Astaroth and I used Siegfried both games. I was patting myself on the back and silently goading that hair-brained dude. I think I infuriated him. BECAUSE. After knocking him out, I kept kicking him. His character, Astaroth, I mean. With my character, Siegfried. So there I was thinking he's gonna use Astaroth again, but no. He uses Voldo and he didn't let me hit him even once. He didn't even give me a round! I mean, come on, it's just a game. No need to get pissed off. So I looked around, hoping maybe nobody saw what happened. But there was a crowd behind me. Damn, I forgot it's Saturday. You goddamn hairbrain! You embarrassed me! I'll teach you! ROAR! So I chose Hwang. I decided to take the edge off of me. Play around first. My heart was still beating wildly. I'll let it settle first. Predictably, I lost. The next game, I chose Siegfried again. Hey, I can't help it if I play my best using him. Get ready for me, dude. I'm gonna crush you! I thought I was gonna have a heart attack. I already lost two rounds to him! One more lost round and I'm a goner! There's no way I'm going out of there a loser. I was thinking of paying someone to pull his hair while I played the third round. That'll give me a big advantage. But I thought, cheap tricks, I'm not one to use cheap tricks. Concentrate. Back. Forward. B. Oh my god, he's gonna do it again! G. G. G. G. Whew! He almost got me there. Take this! Forward BK. Off you go! RING OUT!!! I won! I fucking won round three! Two more rounds! Sigh... two more rounds. I won't lose. I won't lose. Concentrate. Concentrate. Round 4, Fight! Fast Forward YOU WIN! Whew! One more round... I got your moves, you hair, I know what to do with you! Haha! You can't seriously try that again with me. Take this! This... and this... this... and this. Come on, don't be so stubborn. Lose. Let me win. I mean, I'm gonna win. You're gonna lose. Take this! Oh yeah! YAAAH! KNOCK OUT! YOU WIN! YEEEEEEES! HAHA. I WON THE GAME. Here. DOWN K K K K K K. Haha. Doesn't matter if you're down already. I'm still gonna kick you. Loser! NEW CHALLENGER! Ha! Wanna try again to beat me, huh? I looked at the crowd behind me. Finally, my eyes settled on a guy. "Hey, man, you wanna play?" I asked and he nodded. I stood up from my chair. "Here. Kick his ass. Bye!" I made eye contact with hair brain and flashed him a smirk. Kiss my ass, dude. You can't defeat me! Bye! I waved at him and he actually waved back. Ha! Grow some more hair, you! I'm not gonna let you beat me again. Your last memory of me would be me kicking your ass. Barely. But still, I won. By a hair.

I'm glad that my blog has an ability to awe you to a state of near-speechlessness. Hehe. As for meats, Des couldn't have said it better. I remember this sunday school song about Jesus loving little children. Red and yellow, black and white, They are precious in his sight Those words just took on a whole new meaning to me. Damn.

Camy might be the only emu in need of therapy. But then, a human in awe of an emu with its rear upturned might not be cured by any therapy at all. Regardless, a therapy outing would be awesome.

Wow. I didn't think I was the only preacher's kid here. Anyway, hands down, you make one hell of a great blog!

Wibby, you do know how to get somebody's attention... whether by shitting in someone's shoes or throwing an insult to all. LOL

You're like my mom. I've been telling her to throw some things out, but she never did. She says there's nothing to throw out because we need them all.

You know what?You're right. Hahaha Let's see...Doing nothing well, I think, is intentionally screwing up. And nothing well done, I think (again), is just that, having been unable to do anything well despite trying.Oh, scratch that! They're the same. Haha