Nothing has been packed for my jet flight to Borneo in 7 hours. Nothing new there.
It is the National Geek Championship.
And all I want to do is to argue the fuck out with everyone. Winning does not matter. It should not matter. My priority has been blurred by the false impression of winning.
The most important thing is that I have fun in having good debates. Come what come may, I hope to perform my best because debating is my life, as I am both proud and sad to admit.
She called earlier to wish me luck, after two months into our undeclared sudden cease of communication. The underlining point being- she remembered, which means I am still of some degree of significance to her, as much as she has always been to me.
If only I had the time and will for a proper girlfriend, I would go out with her. But that is not an issue is it?
It has always been all about me, myself and my stupid debates.
And rightfully so.
Let go of it all, For she would break my fall.
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Both Vick and Vicki packed me some good ole' fat joints before I left the city. They know I needed it to curb the stress problem. Eugene said I am a workaholic, that I would agree to a certain degree. I always need something to do. Unless you give me a joint and some good house music.
And I am gonna smoke that shit up before I reach the airport.
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Recreational substance abuse is a thing of the past. I am sick and tired of it all. Alcohol? Fuck it. Weed? Fuck it.
Some people just have to understand that I tend to get touchey-feeley when I am intoxicated and not take that as some distorted hints at any sexual possibilities. When I talk while holding any part of your body sans T&A in the midst of my inebriety, that can and only mean I am comfortable with you. When I put my arms around you or hug you, that means we are buddies. As long as I don't reach out for your tits and ass, do not reciprocate my platonic physical intimacy with unwarranted sexual attentions, regardless of how hot you are because your skankiness reflects mine.
That in literal term means, Never give me a fuckin' hickey on the most obvious places when I am drunk if I do not belong to you- because my woman can be very territorial at times. Not to mention that I am disgusted by it everytime I look at myself in the mirror. Bitch.
It is the National Geek Championship.
And all I want to do is to argue the fuck out with everyone. Winning does not matter. It should not matter. My priority has been blurred by the false impression of winning.
The most important thing is that I have fun in having good debates. Come what come may, I hope to perform my best because debating is my life, as I am both proud and sad to admit.
She called earlier to wish me luck, after two months into our undeclared sudden cease of communication. The underlining point being- she remembered, which means I am still of some degree of significance to her, as much as she has always been to me.
If only I had the time and will for a proper girlfriend, I would go out with her. But that is not an issue is it?
It has always been all about me, myself and my stupid debates.
And rightfully so.
Let go of it all, For she would break my fall.
**********************************************
Both Vick and Vicki packed me some good ole' fat joints before I left the city. They know I needed it to curb the stress problem. Eugene said I am a workaholic, that I would agree to a certain degree. I always need something to do. Unless you give me a joint and some good house music.
And I am gonna smoke that shit up before I reach the airport.
**********************************************
Recreational substance abuse is a thing of the past. I am sick and tired of it all. Alcohol? Fuck it. Weed? Fuck it.
Some people just have to understand that I tend to get touchey-feeley when I am intoxicated and not take that as some distorted hints at any sexual possibilities. When I talk while holding any part of your body sans T&A in the midst of my inebriety, that can and only mean I am comfortable with you. When I put my arms around you or hug you, that means we are buddies. As long as I don't reach out for your tits and ass, do not reciprocate my platonic physical intimacy with unwarranted sexual attentions, regardless of how hot you are because your skankiness reflects mine.
That in literal term means, Never give me a fuckin' hickey on the most obvious places when I am drunk if I do not belong to you- because my woman can be very territorial at times. Not to mention that I am disgusted by it everytime I look at myself in the mirror. Bitch.
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