My Nipple.

   I have a mysterious allergy to a certain mystery food. My skin reacts, swells and turn annoyingly itchy when I scratch any area of my body. That tiny itchy spot then starts to begin its extremely agitating growth period. It being so itchy, I'll have this insatiable urge to scratch and scratch and scratch some more, and the diseased looking blob will grow bigger and bigger. My largest looked like and entire continent riding on an ocean of muscle(my back). 

  Well, sometime during the day, I felt a small itch on a peculiar part of me. So I absent mindedly gave it a little scratch. After about half an hour, there was this exquisite itch in my chest! To make matters worse when I checked felt around, it was right there on my nipple! Now guys, especially to the ones who are normally victims of nipple crunchers; the nipple is probably one of the the more sensitive and humorous bits of the male anatomy. Goodness me, it was beginning to itch quite a lot. 

   I scratched. Even though I shouldn't have, the insatiable annoying-ness just kept growing! 

  I wanted to run straight into my mothers arms for regfuge in her many ointments and safeguards amassed from experiences with a sickness prone child. However, being the manly He man/bad boy that I am, I simply refused to take my shirt off and show her my mutated, bloody red nipple. It looked like this giant bulls-eye! 

   Okays, cancel all past tenses, actually, my nipple is really itchy... right this very moment. I had wanted to go post about how some violinist dude gave me a lesson in humility but; have you ever tried to concentrate on something serious when an irritating little fly is bugging you? I can't think of anything else aside from how great my thirst to gloriously pull my fingernails across a certain funny spot is. 

  2 mins... 

" I'm still suffering and its slightly subsiding" 

  10 mins... 

  "ARGGH!! JUST GO AWAY ALREADY YOU LOUSY LOUSY ITCH!!"

  

  11 mins... 

  "mom...." 

   

   12 mins. 

   "stop laughing la! Its not funny!!!" 

   13 mins. 

   phew. Much better.  

                                                                                                 oh wells, now to think of a serious post. 

Steamed Foods.

I headed off to midvalley the today to check out, Kung Fu Panda! Hey yah! Fu chou!! Ya Ha! Woo Hoo! www.Yahoo.com!
But before actually heading into the cinema, i realised that i had this sudden craving for mushroom burger from Burger King. Wow, it was a craving alright, that explosion of foodlust floundering willpower in its hungry embrace.

There I was in that Burger King line with this caucasian woman who was about my height. I was panickedly searching for my love on those pearly glimmering posters that showed glorious indulgences depicted in blown up and exagerated photo's! Mmm.. there were so many good things! But once a man decides he wants that burger, he gets that burger! So, the nice cashier lady smiled at me and asked what I wanted to eat. Whithout thinking, I blurted, mushroom burger!(which was really overpriced and I could have survived whithout it but I didn't)

So there it was, mm... that falsely exotic taste of mushroom rubbing themselves delectably against my tastebuds and that hearty meat just messaging away my lust! Then I remembered, I was supposed to be eating healthy.

Yeap. I know, though fast food restraurants often sell us the idea of their foods being oh so healthy and wholesome, we're often smart enough to know its not normally the case. Sure cabbages may be healthy, but not when its dipped in vats full of rhinocerous killing preservatives. Potatoes may be good, but lets face it, who's eaten a potato chip and said, mmm... "this is great! I feel so healthy eating this!" Not many.

By right, I'm supposed to be watching my weight and eating really healthy food like steamed carrots and all sorts of nauseatingly healthy foods, but I'm not! Its just so difficult! Sure, avoiding mcdonadls is easy, but when you're huuunggrry... Its just that fanatical need and daredevil impulsive behaviour that drives you to pull out your wallet and pay your education fund for that double cheeseburger.

I'll cut to the chase. I need help to slim down. My future literally depends on it. Help!

Colours

I was lying awake after quite a satisying slumber from a lifepac packed day, and I thought about: colours. Then I wondered, why are we all so different? We're just different colours, but were still called humans no matter how different we look. In fact, I wondered, we pretty much are like colours.

Colour are well, wonderful, coming in so many diffferent shades to colour our lives. Blank pieces of paper simply come to life when colours on a brush start to paint the shapes that are formed in the artists mind. Some colours play big roles, others, not so big but just as important. Imagine if you were looking at the mona lisa and a part of that beautiful painting wasn't colored, and instead, was left with a blank patch, you'd think something would most definitely be wrong. In whole, the picture would be ruined, because something didn't fit, that uncolored blank spot. Thats what we are I guess, different colours in a picture.

There are so many types of colours, but blue can't say to orange that he's more important because he colours the sky, because orange can retort that she painted the sun. In my opinion, saying another colour pencil is more important than another colour pencil would just sound silly because a colour is still a colour.

Thats what we are, we're different colours, different people, different's personalities, different cultures, but we're all colours. Though we're in some ways different, we're still human and equaly important; we bleed the same blood, were born the same way and hold on to things most important to us. What's so different? We're all colors in the large picture of the world.

On The Way

I was heading off to midvalley with my parents when a song came on the Light and Easy channel. The playful and slightly bombastic detached piano notes caught my attention. I thought it sounded relaxing and was happy from the break of the usual power notes strung by a guitar. Then came her voice,"head on to water, and its easy, to breathe for awhile."(or something like that) My ears perked up as the car headed down the tunnel into the parking lot, then came the chorus. I'm not gonna write you a love song la la la... That was it, the song was stuck in my head. Its tune and chorus playing again and again.

However, though most songs that get stuck in your head are annoying and extremely difficult to get rid off. (I sing them really loud to get them out of my brain, try doing that in Justin Tim's voice.) I really liked her song! It gave me this light and slightly happy feeling. Yeap, Love song from Sarah Bareilles.

I Have A Theory

"Do you love me because I am beautiful, or am I beautiful because you love me?"

That wonderous line came from Cinderella while I was browsing quotes online. It reminded me of a theory I had about beauty.

Once, I was sitting in my torturous math tuition class, across me, sat a girl with gentle features, fair skin and a pretty face. She had large eyes framed with double eyelids, a cute nose and a pouty small mouth. I thought she was beautiful. Her friend asked her a question, she turned, smiled and said.

"Shit!"

Ahem. At that point, her gentle, sweet features simply degraded into that rough vulgar word. She turned into an average school girl almost immedeatly in my eyes. It was the first word I heard from her and the strongest impression she made on me. I began to think about my theory.

Even if a girl has a gorgeous body and a beautiful face, if she's ugly inside, slowly she'll become ugly in your eyes.

There was a certain girl I knew sometime back. I meanly stereotyped her as average looking; though I knew perfectly well that it was wrongful of me. I didn't like her, in fact, I near couldn't stand thinking of her. However, one day I began talking to her and I found her lively, intelligent and cheerful. She was so nice and polite, seeming to know exactly what to say, the expressions on her face making me laugh quietly from their spontaniety and quirkiness. I began to realise how fair her face actually was as I began to love her as a sister. To me, she was someone beautiful.

If a girl is just average looking, but she's beautiful inside, she'll transform into someone beautiful.

Honestly, I know its wrong to judge a person by how he or she looks, but I admit, I have on many, many occasions. After having done that, reminding myself I'm not that great looking myself. However, thats how it is I guess. Skin is just a piece of glass that allows what you are inside to shine through. I believe what you look like can't be chosen; but infinitely more important, what you are, can be chosen.

Oh, how I know.

I got this picture from Deviant Art, its called "Pen and Paper" by Anazo. Being the complete math klutz I am; I find myself feeling for this guy. Algebra in all its torturous glory has the infamous ability to turn students into lean, mean, suicide machines. Well, as long as the Anazo dude lasted long enough to take this expressive picture.

Algebra is pretty much like a large, hideous pink van with green stripes to me. Its disgusting to look at, terrifying almost, but you need it at certain times to get a bunch of people from here to there. For instance, I was sitting down on the bench at a futsal court at a game I arranged. Wondering how I was supposed to get everyone's cash, give them the right amount of change and not end up comatose in the process. Then, a friend of mine with a inhuman ability to do math, began accepting cash, counting them out, and giving change accurately. Stylishly adding, subtracting and switching from small sporadic change into a large fifty rm note to be paid to the futsal owner dude.

Well, I guess I've got to thank God he made many different types of people. Including guys who like math. I might get better with digits someday, but as for now... ugh.

Erk.