_don't bother trying to explain, angel

i shall now present to you the paragraphs of boredom. a four part series in which the art of crap shall be demonstrated, and where the product of stoning shall be discovered. come join me as we dive into the words which i call... "uterus bullshiterus!", lets go!

(i hope i dont get charged for the following story)
national service is the time in every singaporean males life when they are called up to serve and protect the nation. its a time of tough training and test of mental strength. the lives of their family members, loved ones and friends are resting on their shoulders. with the threat of terrorism on the rise, we all know the importance of serving our ns and we must take it upon ourselves to rise to the challenge and endure the hardship that comes along with the training. its our responsibility to learn how to protect our nation. as for me however, i spend my national service sitting on my arse writing this bullshit in this office. lovely...

(the following story is totally fiction)
Claire. she was the best thing that ever happened to me in high school. we started off so innocently by passing each other smiles ta lunch and looking away shyly. one day i plucked up enough courage to ask her out to watch a movie. it was great and we were so alike. we held hands on the second date. we kissed on our third and we made out on the fourth and by the sixth date i knew where her secret mole was. i thought it was love and we promised to marry at eighteen. i walked her home everyday from school. all my friends teased me about it but i couldnt help it, she was the one for me. i swear and i swore, i'd love her forever. well that was last month. i met joanna in the local deli. man this girl was fine. we..........

(the following story makes me seem kinda weird, but im not)
and i watched the ant as it tumbled though the gaps in my hair and i felt each of its tiny legs clambering on my pores, as it stumbled foolishly around from point to point. and i took up my finger poised to attack the invading creature on my arm. i went in for the attack and poked it lightly to frighten it first. it took off in an insane frenzy and ran like it was being chased by a giant finger. well it was so i dont really blame the poor wee bugger. and then with a tilt of my arm i sent it into a clumsy roll hanginon for dear life and then flying through the air landing on the desk with nothing more than a light bounce. i swear however i could see the fear on its feelers. it then wriggled itself upright and continued on as if the past event had never happened at all. and i looked at it with contempt. and i thought, gee what a dumbass, and then proceeded to pick it up and repeat the whole process again.

the world is filled with weird people. there are skinny people who are on diets but really shouldnt. and there are fat people who arent on diets but really should. there are crazy people who make the most sense, but only to themselves. and there are overly sane people who do make sense even to themselves. there are smart people who take risks and end up poor. there are dumbass people who strike it lucky and live like kings. there are preists who go to brothels and there are atheists that stay away. there are lawyers that protect the guilty. and there are lawyers that protect the innocent, except their the same lawyer. there is a child dying of severe hunger and malnutrition. and theres a kid in the us shouting at mom cause she forgot to put ketchup on the side. theres a wife who prefers the mailman. a son that ran away. and a daughter that actually wants to be a son. there is that internet company that says they will fix your viruses. there that same internet company that gave you the viruses in the first place. there the blind guy that see's clearer than a pilot and a pilot who see's clearer than the president. and there are people that actually do work around here, and theres me...