It's cow season.

(We love the monopoly machine located in one of Japan's arcade hangouts. I played till my nose bled like a fountain, leaving some red stuff on the buttons. We lost all the earned tokens cause of the freakish bleed. It stopped the moment I stepped outta there.)

Some girl asked me to marry her on her way to perform a concert. I said maybe if you kneel I will consider. I don't remeber if she knelt or not. Anyways, I am still not married when I woke up. So I guess she didn't or I rejected.

I read about insects and I hate them. I need to learn more about this enemy. Why the hell are they so colourful and leggy? Why can they fly while I can only cover my head? They love to leave body related stuff around too - including unused wings, outgrown shells, flakes, cocoons, jelly, fluid trails, shit, saliva, and vivid images embedded in our brains. Worms and crocroahes are a tie. One is cubby, fat, and brainless. The other made of complicated compartments with disease. Fuck i hate them.

chocolates rest upon the ______
all dusty...but it looks tasty
i took one and it melted in my _____
who is looking for a ______
the webs covered everything
like our ______, old and irresistable, cannot lie about the desire i cannot hide

I am lost.

we tried to reach
but it cannot be undone
our destiny changed when we lefted the garden
you picked up the ribbon
and i stayed behind
didn't you promise to take me away?
the clouds felt and i saw the eclipse
it blinded my eyes but i can still hear you sing.....continue with the singing

Flowery clear chiffon envolopes our body, touching the wrinkled light fabric, I gave you the wavy lamp but kept the object, sensing the heat but kept our distance, particles of cologne left in a few strands of my hair, the evidence fades, just like the shadow I could not capture.

* hey hey i want to tell you a secret! *

Sex Test Labs:
They alter the genetics of women so they will have three breasts to squeeze. They put their vaginas between the breasts to test the increase tension. How about siamese twins with two heads to moan and one perfect body. Re-shape the hollow mouth so fellatio makes more sense. Erase their memories so they can be forever virgins.

Oysters are one of the sexiest fleshiest yummies.
Squeeze some lemon (or not), a drop of tobasco (or not), hold the shell and let it slide in your mouth along with the sea water.

I HATE

I HATE SENECA COLLEGE. It is the dumbest school with the dumbest teachers with the dumbest registration office and everything about it just suck. SUCK.

1. Field placements: The professors don't give a damn. They don't even meet with you to discuss your options or choices. If you have problems finding a placement, that's your fking problem. The best they can do is provide you with an outdated list of numbers in which you can call and hope that someone somewhere out there will accept you.

2. Emails: Emailing some of the profs is useless. They either just don't return your email or it'll take days before they check and finally reply.

3. Registration: They don't give a shit about your education or your money at all. In fact, they don't even care if you don't register. They mistakenly put my mark as DNC (drop out of class) and blame the prof for not entering the mark. (In which case the prof, of course, will blame the registration...and you'd be left in the middle to suffer.)

4. The Department Heads: These people aren't any better. If you've got problems, talking to them won't make a difference. They just dont' care. And stop bothering them at their coffee breaks already.

5. Switchboard bitches: They are all rude bitches. They hate their job and they hate you.

Hey did you know relationships are dependent upon this tiny techy circuit card called the subscriber identity module? If the card is lost, destroyed, or damaged on purpose, it can still be restored and brought back to life. Kind of. This card signifies your relationships, popularity, trustableness, and personality. And so it seems. There is no other telepathic way to contact a person and it's just miserable for us all. I refused to be controlled by it. But there has to be a limit to this so-called act of rebellion since I have not reached that higher state yet. The opportunity is here however and so I can take advantage of it. The messages are floating in mid air knocking on my window and I wonder how long they will stay before they are vanished forever. The modern connection is weaker than imaginable and no one cares to change this state. Sooner or later we won't even talk but depend on these little winged messengers and hope they will arrive on time and arrived before it shatters. But you know, these messengers are evil cold blooded lurkers and they don't give a shit about you or your stupid messages at all.

The theory of evolution. It gives possible explanation of how living things are influenced by the environment (adaption) and how new features are added in the process (through the process of mutation). Moths change colours not because they have decided to do so but because the environment alters the state of the fittest surving population. People living in poor conditions tend to exhibit risky behaviours so their genes can be passed on quicker (sell d to make $, have sex with multiple men/women, have many babies so at least some can survive). However, these are all after the fact ideas and it does not predict how future populations will turn out. Most mutations in genes are fatal and it is hard to imagine how many mutations a certain species must go through for it to finally survive both the environment and the mutations itself. Did we use to have eyeballs on our elbows and then somehow we died b/c our mates don't find us attractive and also it was inconvenient for hunting? What is the use of eyebrows and when eyebrows first grew above our eyes did we find that attrative? Did the cat have brainy thoughts about conquering the world but was unable to pass on his genes b/c other cats find him freaky and therefore it died and have to wait another billion years of generation until the recessive genes combined to make another brainy cat? The girl born with four arms and four legs. If we put a prestigious school in the middle of the poorest communities will the surrounding population alter to be educated legal businessmens and how long will that process take? How come that kind of change may come in a life time while having a surviving mutation takes millions of years?

The ME-ME personality: Recently a new type of personality defined by an obsessive tendency to start or include the following phrases in sentences with "I", "me", "In my opinion", "In my experience", or "Myself" have been identified and observed. Regardless of what the other mate, person, acquintance, relative, or stranger say, the ME-ME personality sufferer will ignore and continue to discuss about him or herself. What the other person say will largely be omitted or used as a tool to divert the conversation topic back to him or herself.

Now, let's take a look at some short examples:

ME-ME sufferer: I just won another set of gucci candles because I once again helped her out when she put herself in a desperate shithole situation. In my opinion, she is just a loser who should just go back to feed her two kids. (self-boosting, stepping on other who are of higher positions implying that oneself has higher qualifications)

A: That's good for you. G candles are expensive and elegant.

ME-ME sufferer: Oh yeah but I have got tons at home and they are just boring. So what are you up to? (have lots of special deals that are only available to oneself because of popularity and status)

A: Oh me, I have found a new job.

ME-ME sufferer: Oh a new job! I remeber when I was first hired by this company, I was so not used to the dumbasses that work here. I mean, like, I have finished university and those scumbags are just friggin highschool grads. And I.....(total ignorance of other people's comments, disregards topic and uses anything about the other person's experience as a tool to return to the topic of oneself)

kid 1: enjoy messing with liquidy smoothering stuff. total lack of attention. was nonverbal. may grow up to be handsome.
kid 2: never had fruit in his first 4 years of life. love music. is becoming aggressive. may cry when messed with.
kid 3: talkative. appears normal. enjoy math and reading. will hate you for one week if you did something wrong. will get mad at chair if the chair failed to catch him.
kid 4: fat. hysteric. will laugh for minutes for no apparent reason.
kid 5: everyone hates him. fat and strong and spit and ugly. but everyone pretends he is handsome.
kid 6: if he lived 100 years ago he would be defined as possessed. will spin his head and show his eye whites. would be quite freaky if you see him at night.
kid 7: dirty nails. fat and ugly fat bitch who suck on her hair. will eat playdoo.

Currently reading this book which starts off with some self boosting (which I think was not overdone based on the success of this author) and an experiment on burying beetle's infanticidal act on their own babies. The number of babies killed is based on the size of the carcasses they find. Outsider beetles will kill their same sex and all babies forcing the opposite sex beetle to mate with them. Wilson then goes on to descibe this story as if the beetles were humans. Interesting.

Another recent read was China Ghosts written by a foreigner (*cough*) on his views on China's adoption system. The author was father of two super cute adopted China girls. The book was sincere, loving, naive at times, but generally quite good for a slow Sunday afternoon. China is actually praised in this book for their adoption system!

My first Palahnuik book. It was quite shocking, funny, brutal, and strange. A group of writers go to a writer's retreat and end up mutilating themselves for future fame. Each writer writes their own little story in this novel summing up to 23 in total. I want to remeber everyone of them: nightmare box, guts' masterbation story, miss america's boring story, hot potting, emigrating to venus, artist turned into sniper, lady baglady, etc. etc.

It was a fun read - made me join The Cult: a book club forum by CP's fans.

When I was dreaming last night I kept reviewing the dream over and over again and promised myself I would write it down when I woke up. By the time I had more dreams, brushed my teeth, surfed the net, made a few phone calls, checked mapquest, get dressed, viewed porn, chat on msn, looked at my broken camera, remebered about having to write down what I promised myself earlier, I failed to recall the dream. It has something to do with me guessing whether small identical dolls made with marijuana and alcohol were alive or robots. I remeber eating part of the doll and sharing it with someone. When you look closely at the pale dolls, there were veins and it let me to wonder whether or not it is possible to create these delicate transparent veins with human hands.

A new batch of cakes have been made! The recent sales have encouraged Meowgu to produce more sweets for the girls. Most of this new batch will be made into pendants, chunky rings, and earrings. Seeing them sitting there quietly made Meowgu smile.

Was I there? (Shanghai photo revisited)