Saturday, October 28, 2006
Saturdays can sometimes be the worst day of the week. Watching t-vee brings absolutely no relief, and even Oprah Winfrey has lost her appeal. Half of my brain can't help wondering what my friends and my friend's friend might be doing at this very moment, while the other half is subconciously deciphering the alphabets on my computer screen, yet not making any sense of it.
Why is life so full of roller coasters? It's like every day brings new, unpredictable emotions, and not to mention, weather. Monday it's forecast to be sunny, however you're miserable and there's a rain cloud hanging vindictively over your head. Tuesday the prediction is a storm, however it's sunny and your life is fair. It's been one of those weeks, I'm about ready to give up on this so called life, and make a run for it.
Talking about rain, it reminds me of a moment back in FIS class yesterday. While we were attempting to get an A out of those inane yellow crysanthemums, the rain suddenly poured down so heavily that Singapore's PSI went up to 52 from a safe 14 earlier in the morning.
WHEN IS THE HAZE GONNA CLEAR, MAN. WE HAVE ENOUGH POLLUTION FROM THOSE SMOKERS PUFFING AWAY, WE DUN NEED - bleah, i'm getting out of track. Nevermind the PSI. My point here is that upon seeing the rain, i couldn't help but blurt out that apparently 'when it rains, it porns'.
BLANK.
Okay, so my friends didn't really get me. Jonathan, especially, was going 'HUH?' like a pantomime while Ming Jie did that little screwed-up face, i belif only he could master. My dear readers, surveys have proven that majority of homo-sapiens watched porn because it's raining and they couldn't get out of the house, plus, the cold breeze of the rain bring about this steamy, romantic effect which usually get your hormones all horny.
OH MAN, JON'S GONNA LOVE THIS. *grins*
So my fellow ninja turtles,
WHEN IT RAINS, IT PORNS.
Here's the story. It just so happens that one of my under-block friends told me that he had written an "erotic" essay. I'm a very curious person, knowledge being both my favorite pastime and also the bane of my existence. Everything that man has ever done, I want to know about. This time i was going to find out exactly what i did not want to know. I kept being persuasive with this acquaintance of mine, and of course, like the result of old Chinese torture he broke, and before i knew it i had his disk in my hand and was on my way to view it on my computer.
I couldn't keep this grand secret to myself. How often does a friend you've always seen as a geek write a pornographic story? I was in complete and total awe, so as a natural instinct i told Nila. We rushed to my house with great urgency; our special disk at hand, we almost pushed everyone that was in our way.
When we reach, I popped the disk in and got ready for the worse. And of course before we knew it, we were reading one of the most poorly written, disgusting, lewd literary creations known to man. I got as far as to read "bulge as big a softball," but then i had to quit, because 1) it was getting too dirty for me to handle, and 2) my Mom's screaming her head off asking me to shut the windows so that the rain wouldn't get in.
Later, we both decided that we should just return him his psychotically disgusting R(A) story, right after i finish correcting the grammar of his piece, that is. But eventually, we read it again and again, because the rain continue to pour and pour and pour and it just refuses to stop.
Theorically, it's true. Based on my very own thesis of course. There's this special pattern between the rain and your raging hormones. So i guess in a way....
....when it rains, it porns.
I love my boyfriend. Just telling. Hee~
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