Little Kids Are Rather Cute...

Hee. When I was in hospital recently, (another fit, in the middle of the night... Don't ask.) I was still put in the children's ward, under the same doctor, so... There were all these little kids around me. Anyway, it's boring in the hospital, everyone was watching CARTOON NETWORK. Just so happened to be showing the awesome Ben 10 one morning, & we got round to discussing who our favourite Ben 10 villains were. I liked Vilgax, why? "'cause he's so big & muscular, yeah!" Hee. No, I'm really not that shallow. But my point is, there was a little boy who proudly proclaimed that his favourite Ben 10 villain was Charmcaster. EVERYONE ELSE teased him mercilessly.
"Oh, you like her just because she's got boobs, eh?"
Of course I joined in! How can I resist, eh? "Hey, kid, you like boobs? I'll give you mine. I don't like boobs."
KIDS. So cute! Hee.

Distraction

OMG. Today I only JUST realized how fucking easily I get distracted. Like, I can be walking in a deparmental store, & I'd get distracted, like all, "Oooh! Shiny." How stupid is that, huh?! Heh. Go me!

In other news, some of my pals seem pretty upset that Obama is now the PRESIDENT of the USA. They were all like, "Oh shit. He wants to abolish the gun ownership (law/thingy)." Frankly, luckily, I'm here to remind them ALL that KNIVES are more fun. Bleed 'em more. It's not like you'd shoot at somebody ya don't hate anyway, so might as well make 'em suffer, non?
OMG, Turquoise is SO ME. But then, I always put a bit of myself into all MY characters... (Otherwise all that murderous rage/cannibalistic lust in me would drive me INSANE already... Heh. Not that it's a bad thing...)
Mawhahahahahahahaha!!!
Cheers,
MidNight The Magnificent

Me, Myself & I!!!

ME.
Just some random thing I got off a pal from FictionPress, which seems really fun-you know I love talking about ME(click on the above ME to visit my FictionPress profile. Read & Review, people.)!!!

And sex.

Frankly, not too bothered about it. I mean, sure, a fuck buddy would be nice, but not interested at the moment. No man turning me on that much NOW either... He's gonna have a hard time. Did I also mention that I get bored easily too? Probably gonna need NEW fuck buddies every so often.

And insanity.

I'm not insane, but I think everyone else is. You'd have to be insane to be my friend though. The right kind of insane, mind you. It's NOT discrimination, but somehow, I don't think it'd be a good idea to put me with that fella fresh out of the mental institution. For his sake & all your peace of minds. (You understand.)

And revenge.

Really. Revenge, is GOOD! For starters, there's the therapeutic aspect to it. Works for me at least. (I'd turn big, mean & green otherwise, exposure to radioactive waste or not.)

And school.

I dropped out of ALL schools-which I considered a sort of prison THEN, only to be kept under what's looking to be permanent house arrest. So not fun. Sigh...

And languages.

I speak English fluently. Read & write it like a pro too. Can speak Cantonese-it's actually a pretty FUN language-but I really don't care for other dialects like Mandarin, beyond having enough grasp to order my favourite meals at the hawker centre.

And dignity.

Oh, I'm proud. Make no mistake. Some might call it arrogance, even! Can you imagine?!

And food.

I don't do DRUGS. I do FOOD. Yay for the big fat bitch that I am. Who wants to be skinny anyway?! So tedious.

And hair.

I fucking NEED a crew-cut. The mother objects. Soon. SOON. I'll get whatever crew-fucking-cut I want.

And homosexuality.

I'm not against homosexuality. Just him if/when he ever demands a threeseome when I'm fucking him. So NOT happening!

And believing.

I believe. Of course I believe. Whole-heartedly & truly. 100% in ME, MYSELF & I!!!

And music.

Can't live without heavy metal these days... Iron Maiden, Metallica, Megadeath, Alice In Chains... You name it, I'd probably head-bang to it. Know someone who's not on this list but equally good? Introduce me, man. - & eEe, NO! I don't mean Fall Out Boy.

And talent.

Well. I write. & people do tell me I'm funny, which is good. & I also have an ego the size of this whole damn galaxy. Compete with that, I dare ya.

And books.

Can't live without them. The PAPER ones, mind you. I don't care for those so called e-books. Unlike music, REAL books MUST come in paper, to have & to hold. To cherish. Properly.

And love.

Need I really repeat this? As Turquoise says, "Lovers? I don't do lovers. Just Fuck Buddies."
Oh, & good old HATE trumps LOVE anytime. At least Hate ain't self-destructive. & you fucking know I would NEVER do anything to destroy myself.

And a favourite quote.

Naturally, someone like me is going to quote myself.
“The one thing I'll never be is sui-cidal. Homi-cidal is all fine and good 'cause that ain't MY survival on the line. Other people? Who fucking cares?!”~25th April '08

And myself.

Well, of course I'm going to say that I'm perfection incarnate, but you knew that already, didn't you? Ah, my good little Evil Minions... Hee.

So there you go, a crash-course introduction to yours truly. Don't be a stranger, yeah? I love ya'll too!

Cheers,
MidNight

Random Stuff I Get Off My Friends on Fictionpress.com

When you’re in jail a good friend will bail you out, but a best friend will be sitting right next to you saying "damn that was fun!"

MidNight-I think I want the best of both worlds. A good friend to bail me & my best friend sitting next to me out of whatever shit we'd gotten ourselves into. I think we'd need a really REALLY rich good friend. It's gonna happen quite often, people.

People say "Guns don't kill people, People kill people!" Well, I think guns help. If you stood there and yelled Bang, I don't think you'd kill too many people. (But personally I’d rather that someone stood facing me and just yelled "bang". I’d get the point.)

Yeah, but it's so much more fun to be the one running around with the gun, shooting at others. Let's try it. I'll stand facing you, yell "BANG!", see if you'd die & repeat the experiment, with a real gun going "BANG!" this time.

92 percent of the teenage population would die if Abercrombie and Fitch said that it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. Put this in your profile if you're part of the 8 percent that would be laughing your head off.

(Personally, MidNight might suffocate from laughing too hard... But never mind. I'm sure the bloody sister is part of the 92%. Now, if only there was a way to convince something/somebody-Ashley Tisdale, perhaps??? she likes to tell her that. Heh. Tempting.)

Cheers,
MidNight The Magnificent

Old & Wise?! NEVER.

Cool song... Yeah, I'm really into The Alan Parsons Project now. Damn. They're good.

==========

The lyrics...

Old and Wise - Alan Parsons Project

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows approaching me
And to those I left behind
I wanted you to know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where I go

And oh... when I'm old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they asked me if I knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those I leave behind
I want you all to know
You've always shared my darkest hours
I'll miss you when I go

And oh... when I'm old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like autumn winds that will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that you were a frined of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see

==========

Think about it. Why the hell would I ever want to be "old & wise"?! Too fucking tedious to bother really. All I know is that I'm definitely very pleased with myself being young & wise-ass. Heh. It's much more enjoyable this way, believe me.

Cheers,
MidNight The Magnificent, eternally 18! Heh.

So NOT A Lesbian.

I know how, with the way I always dress in unisex clothes (or even clothes that all come entirely from the men's department), people always assume I'm a butch, or a lesbian, or something... EXTREMELY irritating. Especially on my recent trip back. Hee. Still, it's a good occasion to drive people crazy. My retort? "Don't worry, I'm getting a sex change operation done once I'm 21, so, NOT lesbian." Heh. Not true, of course, but I love seeing their faces upon hearing that, so I've never been able to resist. Heh.
At least I know I'm more comfortable in my own skin than most other people out there. Oh, I'd so NEVER get a sex change done. I'd rather be "Queer" than merely Male/Female anyday. Queers do have more fun, ya know?!
Cheers,
MidNight

Putting things into perspective...

Ya'll know all about the recent F1 race thing that's going on down in Singapore? The family was watching it on TV & the mother expressed concern over how bloody fast those professionals were racing. I had to laugh.
Come on. Put me in a car going 60 & I'm a danger to everyone on the roads(most of all, myself). Put them in a car doing 600 & it's all perfectly safe. Ah... So clear now that you have a comparison, eh?
Cheers,
MidNight The Maniac(but still, a Magnificent Maniac! Hee.)

Fantasy. REALLY.

I think it's absolutely bloody stupid that fantasy worlds ever EVER feature the extremely good-looking jocks-&-cheerleaders types.
Come on. Those sorts don't NEED to create fantasy worlds & situations to escape into.
(They wouldn't have the imagination for it either, but never mind. NOT my point, at the moment.)
Needless to say, I'm definitely neither a jock, nor a cheerleader. (Come on, my PERMANENT residence is the Realm of Delusion.)
Bloody hell. I was never even POPULAR. Voted "Most Irritating/Annoying", sure, but so NOT popular.
Fuck. I'm sure MOST of them hated my guts. In fact, I assume most of them do. The important thing is that NONE of them are in a position to do anything about it.
Heh. IN YOUR FACE, SUCKER!
Cheers,
MidNight

Final Insult

I like that.

"I always was too good for you, you dying piece of sh**."

Damn you're good Night! I see that you've been bored too. Hell, I've been like that too. (Can't figure out what the hell's wrong with me.)

(I'm really bored, so even MORE totally random thoughts...)

• Women-"I am only as strong as the hairspray I use & the coffee I drink."

How about this?
NEW! Brand names:
-Indestructible Hairspray &
-Invincible Coffee?
~~~~~

• Often heard on deathbeds(at least in the movies...):

"I'm sorry, son/daughter. I should have been a better parent to you."

• A retort that I have (sadly) yet to hear:

"Don't bother blaming yourself, dad/mom. You did the best you could. It's not your fault that I was too good a son/daughter for you."

How's that for a final insult, eh? Adding a compliment to THE ultimate insult. Trigger off a heart attack? So NOT a wonder! Heh.
~6th Aug '08, 11.32pm
~~~~~
In other news, it's THE sister's birthday today, & I'm equally determined to ruin it just like they've ruined so many of mine. She likes the illusion of a big happy family, but I'm just being a total brat & refusing to join in... They'll probably be one big happier family without me.
Let's see... I'd already dropped out of school on my dad's birthday some years back... I'm being a big fat bitch(never skinny!) on the sister's... What else can I do?! Get arrested on the mother's?! No way. My pride will never allow that. I'm too good for it. Heh. Anyway, it's going to be spectacular! Heh.
Cheers,
MidNight
2nd September, 3.53 pm

The Concept Of Good & Bad

It's highly amusing just how often I get told to "be good"(occasionally even by the people I'd actually care to listen to, though it's generally coming from the mother...)

In fact, I'm always good... You know me. I always do as is good for moi. (The BEST-even better than merely good!-action possible to my advantage. Mawhahahahaha!)

Yes, it's bloody good to me. Who gives a fuck if... shall we say,society in general... DOESN'T consider it good?! Good to me is all that bloody matters.

Or at least, it's the only definition of good that I bloody give a damn about.
(So, Cynthis, I can honestly tell you that "Yes, I've been a good girl." Hell yeah! Umm... *guiltily* Lying to MY advantage is good too, non?)
Cheers,
MidNight

Running Away

Haha! Hilarious!
Speaking of running away from home, a friend over the net asked me,"are you going to sell your body to the vicious old men who come out of bars completely wasted to put food on the table for you starving accident child?"So no way! I'll thieve & all, but NOT whore. I have standards, ya know...
Then, she mentioned that this way, I'd never find my "sexy man-beast".
Yeah right. I'll find my nice, safe, completely commitment-free fuck buddy, (& if he happens to be a smokin' HOT "sexy man-beast", well, lucky me, wouldn't you say?)
Heh.
Oh, & one more thing, why do the people I chat with in PERSON all freak out & faint at the mention of the words "fuck buddy"?! I mean, I swear just as much in my conversations, so it can't be the "fuck" that's causing the faintings. BUT! Put the words fuck+buddy & people freak out. Anyone care to enlighten me?
Sigh... No wonder I have more friends over the net than in real life... People freak out less easily over the net... (Yeah, I know ya'll think I'm joking. Again.)
Footloose & fancy-free,
MidNight The Magnificent forever!

Discrimination? Never With Me.

Oh, I have absolutely NOTHING against bisexuals.

Put it this way, I would only ever kick up a fuss if I'm fucking him & he suddenly wants a threesome.

Threesome? Never in this life. Or the next. Okay, maybe if they're BOTH really REALLY hot MEN.
& WTF am I saying?!
So NEVER! I don't care if those are the hottest MEN in the whole-fucking universe. I ain't doing it. Seriously.

Cheers,
MidNight

Randomly...

Since I dropped out of school & had to start looking for a proper job, I almost went bloody crazy filling up all those job application-fucking-application forms.

& here's a very popular Question found on every single one I've ever had to fill in:
Question-Have you ever had any convicts/arrests?
My Answer-Nah. Too good to ever be caught.

Hmm... i wonder why I never heard back from any of them???
This can only mean 1 thing.

I must have been looking for all the wrong jobs. I wonder what a right job for me is, then??? Hee.

Cheers,
MidNight The Magnificent

NO GIRLS ALLOWED!

Hell yeah! The sister has gone away to camp!
Watching her pack is (accidentally) hilarious. Apparently, the GIRLS need to pack stuff like sunblock(I used suntan oil), deodorant(who wants to smell like a fucking fruit salad?!), assorted facial creams...

Still. it brought back good memories of my own past camps.

For starters, I NEVER hung with other girls, so the guys & I... Basically, we stank like skunks(In fact, the smellier we got, the more we boasted/bragged about it.).

Oh, & here's something to learn: 1 pair of underwear can last a whole-week-long camp. Boxers last longer than briefs.

Haha! Camping is always more fun with the guys than girly GIRLS... Ugh. Can't stand girls.

Hanging with the Queers & the Guys. (Like this post title says, NO GIRLS ALLOWED!)

Cheers,
MidNight

Learn Something New Everyday

Learn Something New Everyday
Was at the supermarket with the mother this morning & the woman wanted to buy some Brussels Sprouts. So, she sent me off to ask where the Brussel Sprouts originated from. (We generally try to avoid China products... ESPECIALLY if it's stuff that's to be eaten. Skin rashes isn't as bad as food poisoning. Tedious.) Guess where the 1st auntie who I asked told me they were from?!
"Hmm... I think they are from BRUSSEL."(!!!)
Interesting. Learn something new everyday. Apparently, Brussel sprounts come from the imaginary land of BRUSSEL. Stupid & ridiculous. But still. Cool. Kind of.
Cheers,
MidNight

It's so GOOD to be a Queer!

Sigh... Isn't it irritating whenever anyone tells you that you can't do something just because "you're a GIRL"?! Well. I'd found a pretty awesome way to deal with that.
My retort lately: "Who fucking cares?! 21 is only 1 year away, & I'll be getting my sex change operation done. Same difference, really." *sweet smile*
Hell yeah! Not that I would really, but I just like to freak people out. Especially since MOST of the people who tell me THAT are the parents' friends. Heh.
Gods, it's fun to freak people out. Mawhahahahaha! I'm so evil, GO ME!
Cheers,
MidNight The Magnificent
*repeats* "21 is just a couple of months away. I MUST survive!"

Lying

Trust me. I know perfectly well when's the right/appropriate time to lie & when I should tell the truth.
No, my problem's far simpler. (Or maybe not. I really can't tell.)
I just can't tell the difference between the truth, IN REALITY, & the truth that's all in my head.
So, of course, I always tell the truth. The whole truth & nothing BUT the truth(as I remember it anyway. It's NOT my fault that truth almost always turns out to be the one that's most advantageous to moi! Still, it's MY truth.)
Heh.

Who me heartless?! NEVER.

Who me heartless?! NEVER.
It's so damn amusing that the sister recently called me a "heartless egoistic jerk". I mean, I do have a heart, non? of course I have a heart. How else would I LOVE myself otherwise? It's a conscience I lack. & frankly, I really don't give a fuck. Why should I anyway?!
MidNight The Magnificent
Now & forever.
NEVER GONE...

Laugh. Anyone. Anything. Nothing is sacred.

Laugh. Anyone. Anything. Nothing is sacred.

As far as I'm concerned, there's just no point to humour if you can't make somebody the (often hurtful)butt of the joke AND hurt that person's feelings! Heh. & of course, in telling jokes at everyone's expense, one has to be able to withstand being the BUTT of the joke too, sometimes! Me? I always laugh. At anybody's & EVERYBODY's expense. Including my own. Who cares if it's hurtful as long as it's FUNNY?!
MAWHAHAHAHA!
Cheers,
MidNight
P.S.
Yes, mAyEeEeEeEeE, I'm finally updating my blog. I ain't going to blog shit about my daily life though. Who wants to hear about that?! That can wait till LATER. WHEN(not IF)I'm rich & famous!
Mawhahahahaha!

More Totally Random Musings...

More Totally Random Musings...
It's so amusing when I went out for dinner recently at a restaurant that the family & I used to go by quite often.
There's been rather a lot of staff changes since the last time we went by.
& the hilarious thing is that ALL the new servers addressed me as "Sir". The old staff (those who recognized me/us on sight were slightly mortified & apologized profusely) even as Evil Twin was setting off fireworks inside me.["Recognition! Finally!"]
Frankly, I don't give a fuck.
In fact, I'd be so much happier being mistaken for a man(Yes, Evil Twin, I love you too.)than a female bimbo(especially the type the stupid [blood] sister is. YUCK!).
Cheers,
MidNightTheMagnificent

Dream? Who needs to SLEEP to dream?!

Dream? Who needs to SLEEP to dream?!
In the mother's bid to STOP me "sleepwalking" through my life in a dream-haze, she's
1) taken away the earpieces to my mp3 player, so now, there's no longer portable music on the go(but which I don't really care about much since I've already PERFECTED the art of turning up the music in MY head to drown them all out. Lately, I'm favoring Iron Maiden. UP THE IRONS!)

& 2) stopped me from sleeping in the afternoons. [That's fine by me too. I don't need to SLEEP to dream.] BUT! The next time you see me with panda eye rings, it's all that wicked bitch's fault.
After all, I have to answer the call when my muse comes a-knocking. Even when she only visits in the middle of the night. & frankly, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Cheers,
MidNightTheMagnificent
P.S.
Not that any of my friends would actually get to see me lately. My life is pathetic. It's official. I now have more (imaginary?) friends on the internet than in real life. Again, that wicked BITCH's fault. Sigh...

Fevered Delusional Ravings & Rantings

Fevered Delusional Ravings & Rantings

Oh yes. Bloody hell. Have been sick. Yes, me, MidNight The Magnificent. S. I. C. K. Ugh. Feeling damned awful. Pounding headache. Sore throat. No strength in limbs. Even the damned pen was feeling heavy as I wrote that. Mind's delirious with ideas though...

Hair.
I really can't stand guys with longer hair than me. Yes, I'm speaking as the Female. With Testerone. who's got a crew cut now, & yes, that includes all you rock stars out there with an ass-length mane. (How do you live with it, man!? Psychos.) Of course, those who truly know me will say that I can't stand other boys/men/people anyway, in which situation, I rest my case. What more the fucking hell can I say? I love ME! Mawhahahahahaha!

Cheers,
MidNight

P.S.
Oh, & Vector? Signing out button is at the top right corner of your screen. Savvy?
Cheers!

Pregnant Women?

Pregnant Women?
I never dare ask a woman if she's pregnant until I see an actual baby popping out of her. I mean, she could always just be a really REALLY fat woman.
Even worse! "SHE" could actually be a MAN! (Yes, I really dig Some Like It Hot. Still cracks me up every single time. Oops. I just gave away the twist, did I?)
Haha!
~MidNightTheMagnificent

Hair

Hair.
How to get my hair cut. The way I want it.
Hell yeah! I finally figured out what I gotta do if I, Female. With Testerone., want to get a crew cut. Speak to the hairdresser in a really DEEP, masculine voice(Thank you, evil twin). "Oh yes, it's been 3 months since my last haircut. Bloody hot. Damn irritating."
Even though in reality, it's only been 1 month since my last encounter with the lawnmower. Yes, it's freaky how fast my hair grows. Sigh... Still. As long as the end result is one damn comfortable crew cut, I don't fucking care what I have to resort to in order to get it. MY way.
Cheers, people. (Not that this information should be helpful to any of ya'll. Seems I'm the only Female. With Testerone. around here who's more interested in comfort than style.)
Cheers anyway,
MidNightTheMagnificent

My Muse

My Muse

Not for nothing am I called MidNight(The Magnificent, but never mind...).
The night is my muse & frankly, it's a wonder she puts up with me & still gives me inspiration...
I'm forced to go to bed pretty early EVERY SINGLE FUCKING NIGHT, way before MidNight exactly(but, hey poetic license, close enough...)
Forced by the ever unreasonable mother & a severe lack of afternoon naps. Still. The night is my muse.
Thank you for waking me up at 4am with fresh ideas of bloodlust & caninibalism(among other things...)
Sweet dreams...
~MidNight The Magnificent

Clothes

Clothes

I absolutely detest clothes that fit JUST RIGHT. If I had it MY way, everything would (& SHOULD) be at least 2 sizes TOO BIG.
For 1, I'm FAT. F. A. T.
And 2, I hate clothes which show to the world that I have boobs, even if they're only A-Cups. (Sadly, the rest of me ain't FIT enough to pass them off as man-boobs.)
Hate. Detest. Clothes. Not that I would walk around stark naked.
(Yes, this post has been sparked off by yet another of the mother's attempts to get me OUT of my begger clothes & into the nice *horrors* GIRL-Y shit. Somebody SAVE me!)
Sigh...
MidNightTheMagnificent

IMPORTANT Life Decision To Make... Please Help!

VERY IMPORTANT Life Decision To Make... Please Help!

My dad says I can take driving lessons when I get my OWN car. Since I can't afford to BUY one with the pitiful savings I've got, I guess that only leaves:

• steal a car... OR
• rob a bank... OR
• rob a bank AND steal a getaway car... (I'm gonna need a way to pay for the fuel &
  maintenance costs anyway... So NOT my fault that oil prices keep rising.)

Please guys, e-mail sg_loudhailer@hotmail.com on which decision you think I should make...

I gotta choose wisely & you know I value all your input... Now & forever , man...

Cheers,
MidNightTheMagnificent

Embarrassing Siblings:Having A Colossal Joke. On their behalf.

(Yes mAyEeEeEeEeE, I realize you're a "younger sibling", but they, at least you're not MY younger blood sibling. Hehe!)

Recently, the underaged sister went on a school trip out of the country. Naturally, I was there at the airport to greet her, with a specially prepared placard: “Sis! Wines inside are cheap! Buy me 3 bottles! You know, the usual poison.”
Party-pooper mother just HAD TO stop me. I still don't see what the problem is. I'm the alcoholic. Not her.
So unfair!
~MidNightTheMagnificent

Homophobia and You

Homophobia and You:
They're people too! Stop the hate and spread the love!
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was .
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

Me? I'm female(I guess?) with Testerone. Not sure where that puts me in the grander scheme of things... But, just cut out the discrimination, yeah? I'm sick of being called "Boy" every other day too.
Shit.

As Said By... ME!

As Said By... ME!

Being the egomaniac yours truly is, I hereby present you with some quotes from/about yours truly.
“It's never the ending that matters, but rather, the events leading up to it.”~2005
“Thank gods for hate. It's a feeling just as strong as love, only NOT self-destructive.”~16th Jan 07
“I'm really not a greedy girl. All I ask is one superpower. Invincibility.”~29th Aug 07
“On second thoughts, I guess I'd settle for Batman's GREATEST SUPERPOWER OF ALL. Limitless moolah. After all, ANY thing/one can be bought these days, as long as you got the $$$.”~9th Sep 07
“I really wasn't lying when I said that I preferred girls. I am female & I do love myself above all others.”~15th Sep 07
“We don't smoke or do drugs. We eat. & we eat a lot. Watch us, it's like a horror show.”~Visk, 8th Mar 08
“No, I won't have a camera crane. I want a cherry picker so I can put my cameraman up there. It's no fun shouting at a computer.”~8th Mar 08

Food

Food
Food. Gods, I love food. It's like, my vice.
"We don't smoke or do drugs. We eat. We eat a lot. Watch us, we're like a horror show." ~Visk
Oh well, at least it's a healthy vice. Not like we're obscenely obese or anything. I feel fine & I believe I still look perfectly fine. (So nice to bump skinny bitches out of my way. I could just flatten em with my butt alone. Go me!)
Heh.

Misquotation...

Misquotation...
It's so funny to me how many MANY people live in fear of being misquoted.
The way I talk, (you know, shooting my mouth off without thinking about the string of words erupting out of my mouth...) I live in desperate fear of NOT being misquoted. (Naturally, when I'm misquoted, I can always blame whatever politically incorrect comment that was on "misquotation". Handy, no?)

Questions I'd Like Answers To...

• What offspring do pregnant pauses bear, & who's the midwife anyway?
• In a deathmatch between Superman(the Man Of Steel) & Wolverine(admantium claws), who'd come out the victor?
• If offered the choice between 2 evils, why do most people go for the lesser evil? If you're going to 'sin' anyway, might as well go all the way? Right?
• Since winnig is everything, should losing be nothing? Why do people make such a big deal out of it then?
• Between the devil & the deep blue sea, what about the devil OF the deep blue sea, Captain Davvy Jones?
• Disaster at sea: Generally, the big clamity ALWAYS has to happen in the middle of some big fancy ball, doesn't it? Shouldn't the sensible 1st thing to do be to strip out of those stuff tux/heavy gowns? Who cares about indignity in old underwear when people are dying left, right & centre?! Maybe it's just me...
• Why the expression 'dead as a dodo'? Wouldn't an expresion like, dead as a dinosaur be more macho? (Oh yeah, but then, mad scientists don't usually attempt to clone dodos back to life, so, in away, yeah, dodos ARE dead-er. Go figure.)
• Why are the nicest, kindest people said to have a heart of gold? Think about it. Gold is cold, hard & well-hidden. Maybe a heart of marshmallow?
• Would the compass needle point straight down if/when you are standing directly at the poiont of the North pole/South pole? How else would you know you've arrived, then?Why do criminal masterminds seeking minions always look fo recruits in those young offenders instituitions? The BEST don't get caught, do they?

Remember this? Haha!

The ingredients provided by Cynthia for a class short skit were:
A naughty boy is sent home from school
A door-to-door salesman is selling vaccum cleaners
A boy & a girl fall in love

Geniuses that we were, I wisely attempted to combine ALL the elements into 1 script forcing my poor unfortunate group mates into all sorts of embarrassing roles.

Here goes...

Scene 1: School, Principal's Office
Ah Boy is sent to the principal's office. Again.

Principal: You again?! This is the 5th time this school week! (quiet) Thank God this week's over.
(reading along as she writes)'Dear Mrs Ah, I regret to inform you that your son, Ah Boy has set yet another female toilet on fire while hiding in there to smoke. Yours sincerely, Mrs Caroling Tan.'
Hey, Boy, give this to your mother.

Ah Boy: Ok. Whatever. *rolls eyes*
(quiet)Who cares?!

Scene 2: Home, Living Room

Ah Boy walks in & tosses letter at Mother.

Mother: What?! Another letter?! *rips letter open and scans contents*
Dear, look at this, another letter! Can you please help to control your son? *waves letter under Father's nose*

Father: Son, listen to your mother.

Mother: Exactly. Why can't you be more like your sister?!
*gestures at Sister, who's reading an Add Maths textbook*
You stupid useless boy!
*slaps Ah Boy in slow-mo*

*Ah Boy “spins” away to land slumped against the door*

*Salesman knocks on the door & slams door open*

Salesman: Vacuum cleaners for sale! Highly efficient, sucks up ANYTH... *trails off with a lovelorn expression as he spots Sister*

Radio comes to life & starts singing “Come What May”

*Salesman & Sister waltz around the room*

The End

Thank you & please, hold the applause.