Me? Good Looking? Aww shucks, You shouldn't Have. *Blushes*

Author's Note:Bloody long entry. Phew. Comment on it won't you?
Also, none of what I've written is fiction. Perhaps an embellishment of the truth but
not fiction. Don't hassle me about lying.

No, I don't think I'm good looking.
No way.

Kidding!
I actually think I'm quite sexy and my goal is to impregnate every single
halfway-decent looking female, by the age of 30,
which would then spawn legions of babies,
who are ALL good looking. Who will then bow to me, as their father!

That, would then aid in my quest for
*Ahem*
TOTAL WORLD DOMINATION!

And, if you don't agree with me,
you can stick your head right back into that little ass hole of yours
and leave.
Walk right on out of here.


Phew, bouts of narcissism,
I simply love myself.

But if you're finding me unbearable though,
its really not my fault.
Blame it on the fairer sex.
They put the idea that I was good looking into my head.
It's in no way my fault!

What happened?
A trip to the city happened.

Normally, I would be opposed to venturing more than 10 meters
from my dear, beloved room. My sanctuary.
Unfortunately, despite my incredible good looks and genius,
I got conned into leaving my house to venture into *gasp* -Horrors of Horrors-
the city!

The place where decent looking females with more than double digit IQs can
be found. (It's also the place where all the sad losers from the west side flock to,
so that they may appear hip and cool, and perhaps revel some of the glory of
the 'cool' people who hang out in the city. But that's another story.)

As you can possible tell, I'm quite impressed by the city. The service standards,
the many females who aren't 'ah lians' well, that pretty much is enough for a hot blooded teen.
What? The females aren't generally better looking and more intelligent? Not my problem.
I hate Jurong Point.
Why the many losers who hang out there, can bear to actually hang out there,
I do not know. Well, could be because their losers, which would explain a lot.
I also hate the losers who try to 'act class' by 'hanging out' in the city, and then bragging
about it to the rest of the world.
Yea, yea. You don't have a life, WE GET IT.

Well, I dreaded leaving my house.
Grateful that on that fateful day I was behind schedule and had hopped that
the little 'trip' might actually be forgotten.
NO SUCH LUCK. She simply over slept. Damn.

Reluctantly, I went to style (?) my hair. Which mainly consisted of me,
applying wax and liberal quantities of hair cream onto my hair, then mussing up my
hair so that it falls nicely, and I actually look halfway decent.
Hmm...
Gotta rethink how I do things...
(Note: I don't actually bother styling my hair when I go to school though,
I'm more comfortable with being treated as a hobo. I only bother about presentation,
when I'm either going out on a date, or looking to do some flirting. Neither of which I'm
interested in doing while I'm in uniform.)
I'm quite content looking like I couldn't give a piss in school. Not when I'm
out trying to develop some semblance of a social life.

The trip started out decent enough,
public transport sucked. The obnoxious people taking the public transport sucked.
The journey was long and tedious-with all the people and factors that sucked- and sucked.
I'm a cynic, what can I say?
I hate people, and I think people hate me, Females, mostly, but I was to find out
that the opposite was true.
So, not true.

immediately after arriving at our secondary destination,
my counterpart chanced upon a girlfriend.
After some small talk, she had this as a parting shot.
"Whoa, your counterpart (me) quite good looking huh?"
WHAT THE F**K!?!

I could barely contain my laughter,
erupting in it after the she left.
Eh?
Me, good looking? You must be bloody blind!
I laughed like a raving maniac for a full minute, before stopping myself.
I was acting like a raving maniac, laughing aloud in the middle of a crowded street,
I like standing out, but I didn't want to be known for being crazy.

Fair enough, I thought, she's entitled to her opinions. Which I didn't really mind,
seeing as she's actually quite good looking. Well, if a good looking female wanted
to think I was good looking, I don't particularly mind.
Unfortunately, she's 22 and is attached to some rich Italian guy who could kick my ass.

Thus, began my exciting trip into the city.
Flirting shamelessly and somewhat awkwardly at times.

And, out of a grand total of 5 hours out of the house.
I got approached by 3 females,
5 females tried flirting indiscriminately with their eyes (I think the term is 'send sparks' )
and I embarrassed one particularly good looking female by staring at her across the room for a full
5 seconds after dropping the ball (so to speak) and loosing my nerve.

I've also learnt a couple of lessons on that very day.
(Friday, during the March Holidays.)
1. Females are attracted to brooding men.
2. Females are especially attracted to brooding men who look lost.
3. Females are attracted to men who take the effort to style their hair,
but look like they did not put in any thought into styling their hair.
4. I look like I'm currently serving NS.
(True Story: I got approached by this cute sales girl, 18-20 who actually flirted quite
a while with me, before she made the mistake of asking for my age. Upon discovering
that I was 15, had no source of income and underage, she walked away looking terribly
embarrassed.)
5. Loosing a total of 9 KG makes me look like I'm serving NS, because I'm in the best
physical shape of my life.
6. I actually look like I'm serving NS! (That's got to be saying something, have you seen
how fit the guys serving NS are?)
7. Mussing your hair about with wax and hair cream, can actually get your hair quite nicely
styled.
8. There are actual females out there (all of them decent looking at the very least) willing
to shamelessly flirt with me. (I've got to venture into the city more often.)
9. There are actual females out there who think I'm good looking.

And...

10. My sideburns are the source of my sexiness.


To think, earlier in the week (and before that too) I was having a crisis with a
particular female. BAH!
While that crisis is still on, its not affecting me that much now.
If all doesn't turn out well, I'll wait till next week, when my sideburns grow back.
Then, I'll take a trip to the city and shamelessly flirt with any and every
half decent looking female I see.
(Hot blooded teen, hey.. There are people out there watching porn as I speak, I'm not so bad.)

Oh yea, I've also got affirmation that I'm good looking!
This time, its not just form relatives. When they say I'm good looking,
I always assumed otherwise. They HAD to be polite right? WRONG!
(My relatives are some of the most obnoxious and rude people you'll ever meet.)
Well,
Well,
Well...

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P.S. Don't try to judge me from my photos. They're at least a year old.
P.P.S. If you dislike this, screw you. Read the intro and get your head back into your ass.
P.P.P.S. While halfway through this update, I got interrupted by a group of fanatics of
THIS Blog:
http://slammydilly.easyjournal.com/
(So if you find that half way through my entry starts sounding weird, you know who to blame.)
Personally, I find his disregard to attempt to blog with correct spelling absolutely distasteful.
The small fonts and white background straining my eyes didn't help either.
They tried to sell this blog to me, I didn't buy it. Fellow readers, care to comment?
I'd much rather read this blog:
http://ahdokboy.blogspot.com/
It doesn't hurt that he has a piece of paper that I'll probably never
get.
Check this out:

(Sorry, for posting the picture. If you want me to, I'll take it down.)

Can any of you sorry people seriously say that you can get a piece of paper like that?!?
(For some of my more intelligent readers, ignore the previous statement)
I doubt so.