See, I can be normal as well.

That, is normal being an extremely subjective term.
You know, you might see me in my daily commute
to work everyday, plugged in and faced locked in an
intense look of concentration.

But you know, although I might look like a hard ass
89% of the time, that's only how I am when I'm alone,
or in the company of strangers. Locked deep down inside,
is actually a fun loving bastard, who's not afraid to wreak
havoc and embarrass the self, all in the name of;
F. U. N.


Fuck me upside down!

Enough of the small talk! Let the pictorials
speaketh for themselve-eth!


The havoc one can wreak in a public toilet,
actually, incomprehensible.


You see hor, when you begin to take one photo, even if it's
unintentional and impromptu, it hooks you like a Canadian
fishing for salmon.




So you pose lah. Obviously. Since you're going to be fucking
retarded, taking photos in the toilet, you might as well go all
the way right?
No point acting like you don't enjoy it.


So... Yea. Faux twit/teenage cute/ idiot/ *insert appropriate term*


But then again, with 3 guys together you sure as hell know
that it's going to get lewd. I mean, how much can 3 guys act
like their fucking taking neoprints, in the bloody toilet!?


Don't point man, it's already drawing enough attention!

Classic penis shot, no? One of my favourite in fact, so much so
that it's replaced the ever so witty and classic;

Artwork Courtesy of NNA found here
As my display picture on msn.
I no insist that whenever I go out with people,
that they have to point at my crotch and I have to
act like I'm shocked!

And you know, after a while the sinks didn't seem quite as
appealing.


So what does one do?
One visits the cubicle meant for
handicapped people. Don't get your panties up
in a bunch though! At that point of time, we were
intellectually handicapped. So.. I guess that qualified
us as 'disabled' people!


Have you ever seen more sexy boys topless?




After all that fun and laughter.
The sad reality that us boys had to get
home and continue with our boring, mundane
lives finally sunk in. The laughter was gone.

The spark from the eyes diminished.


I leave you, instead,
with shots of me... Pointing at,
things.


I don't know. I seem to like pointing at things
and being pointed at. Hmm





You know what, boys and girls?
As much fun as taking retarded pictures may seem,
it's like a drug. After you stop, the withdrawal
symptoms soon begin to set in.





God, I need to get stupid more.