tender is the touch that someone you love too much.
and kenny shaved his head. kudos.
a part of me thinks its fucking stupid. another part of me is just impressed with his balls. (or lack of brains.)
look, i shaved my head before. but because of the R-Me and certainly not because of a girl.
and surely not because of a girl who is really a boy.
*jessie dont hit me please. Hit the taxi driver.*
How can someone shave his head because he is depressed over a girl? what does shaving all that blond hair off achieve?
lessen the pain? forget the past? make the impossible happen?
I cannot fathom it for even with my highly evolved brain.
Look, i'm a man of the world...but this...i cannot understand.
the only things that i can come up with via shaving hair......off hand. is as follows
1)you look fucken stupid.
2)you will get brain freeze easily.
3)you have monk like aspirations but you still wanna wank.
4)you look fucken stupid.
eh huh.
but daym. he got some balls shaving off his head in a fit of depression.
not very smart. but not lacking in balls. afterall, he will have to endure taunts of "eh army boy! ORD LOR"
when in fact he doesnt have too. cause he ord-ed already anyway.
this kinda things defeat me.
i dont understand.
and i dont think i can ever understand.
The beauty killed the beast.
Not to say that the boy is the beast and the girl is the beauty cause it apparantly isnt so.
but still. it makes me think.
what killed kingkong was a pretty broadway actress.
and that is pretty impressive.
cos after all he is a 25ft gorilla who butchers t-rex-es for fun.
so yea. point.
women will always be the weak point of men.
even tho we can be perfectly fine without them.
some how....
We never will be.
In my 3-letter word story.
yea, i sulked and have my emo bouts. but...
It has never occured to me to do something as drastic as shaving my fucking head or eating poison like candy. nor drinking detergent while pretending its minute maid lemonade.
and its not for that it didnt hurt enough...
just that...its just dead dumb to me.
Yes, i do go for retail theraphy at the expense of a half dead atm card. but its really considered mild as compared to something like shaving my fucking head.
Some of you might point out that shaving my head will be cheaper than retail theraphy.
but then i'll call you cheapo.
and thats not very nice is it?
and i'll call you dumb as well.
cause you are paying to leave your hair there. Which was expensively dyed, rebonded, permed, ah-beng gelled, whatever.
and me on the other hand, get to bring something home =]
and if i'm broke, there isnt nothing that i cant burn to lift my spirits again.
(even rocks burn, if you heat it up enough.)
so yea. burning is good. i highly recommend it. butane. burns fast, long and has a blue tinged flame. it rocks.
but do it safely.
people drink, people binge, people shave, people leap, people cry, people scream, people slash, people sleep, people beat, people fuck other people, people blog, people die, people puke, people shit, people call.
i shop and burn. literally, not burn shopping. u get it?
there isnt much than shopping and burning that i will recommend in a bout of depression. for good reasons which i will not share with you. but if you are a environment friend fiend, piss of. pollutants rock my world. literally.
Yes, i handle my depression in ways that differ from others. i might sulk for awhile, but i hardly cry.
i might die for abit, but there is nothing a cigarette cant do.
i might feel like shit, but beating AC Milan on my xbox/psp never fails to lift me.
and yea.... but the point is. kenny shaved his head. and i still cannot understand why.
i need someone to explain it to me.
or until.
my heart gets broken till i go to that extend. to know for myself what it is like. which i hope wont happen.
and so there.
i got to go.
surfing the net in orchad road cost 6 bucks an hour.
heh. fucken expensive.. woots.
ciao ciao.
and kenny shaved his head. kudos.
a part of me thinks its fucking stupid. another part of me is just impressed with his balls. (or lack of brains.)
look, i shaved my head before. but because of the R-Me and certainly not because of a girl.
and surely not because of a girl who is really a boy.
*jessie dont hit me please. Hit the taxi driver.*
How can someone shave his head because he is depressed over a girl? what does shaving all that blond hair off achieve?
lessen the pain? forget the past? make the impossible happen?
I cannot fathom it for even with my highly evolved brain.
Look, i'm a man of the world...but this...i cannot understand.
the only things that i can come up with via shaving hair......off hand. is as follows
1)you look fucken stupid.
2)you will get brain freeze easily.
3)you have monk like aspirations but you still wanna wank.
4)you look fucken stupid.
eh huh.
but daym. he got some balls shaving off his head in a fit of depression.
not very smart. but not lacking in balls. afterall, he will have to endure taunts of "eh army boy! ORD LOR"
when in fact he doesnt have too. cause he ord-ed already anyway.
this kinda things defeat me.
i dont understand.
and i dont think i can ever understand.
The beauty killed the beast.
Not to say that the boy is the beast and the girl is the beauty cause it apparantly isnt so.
but still. it makes me think.
what killed kingkong was a pretty broadway actress.
and that is pretty impressive.
cos after all he is a 25ft gorilla who butchers t-rex-es for fun.
so yea. point.
women will always be the weak point of men.
even tho we can be perfectly fine without them.
some how....
We never will be.
In my 3-letter word story.
yea, i sulked and have my emo bouts. but...
It has never occured to me to do something as drastic as shaving my fucking head or eating poison like candy. nor drinking detergent while pretending its minute maid lemonade.
and its not for that it didnt hurt enough...
just that...its just dead dumb to me.
Yes, i do go for retail theraphy at the expense of a half dead atm card. but its really considered mild as compared to something like shaving my fucking head.
Some of you might point out that shaving my head will be cheaper than retail theraphy.
but then i'll call you cheapo.
and thats not very nice is it?
and i'll call you dumb as well.
cause you are paying to leave your hair there. Which was expensively dyed, rebonded, permed, ah-beng gelled, whatever.
and me on the other hand, get to bring something home =]
and if i'm broke, there isnt nothing that i cant burn to lift my spirits again.
(even rocks burn, if you heat it up enough.)
so yea. burning is good. i highly recommend it. butane. burns fast, long and has a blue tinged flame. it rocks.
but do it safely.
people drink, people binge, people shave, people leap, people cry, people scream, people slash, people sleep, people beat, people fuck other people, people blog, people die, people puke, people shit, people call.
i shop and burn. literally, not burn shopping. u get it?
there isnt much than shopping and burning that i will recommend in a bout of depression. for good reasons which i will not share with you. but if you are a environment friend fiend, piss of. pollutants rock my world. literally.
Yes, i handle my depression in ways that differ from others. i might sulk for awhile, but i hardly cry.
i might die for abit, but there is nothing a cigarette cant do.
i might feel like shit, but beating AC Milan on my xbox/psp never fails to lift me.
and yea.... but the point is. kenny shaved his head. and i still cannot understand why.
i need someone to explain it to me.
or until.
my heart gets broken till i go to that extend. to know for myself what it is like. which i hope wont happen.
and so there.
i got to go.
surfing the net in orchad road cost 6 bucks an hour.
heh. fucken expensive.. woots.
ciao ciao.