(Sunday, July 10, 2005)
music: Aqualung - Strange and Beautiful
i'm drained.
god, i didn't go to drink last night, not exactly unless you take teh tarik coke a kind breakthrough in cocktail mixing.
that's a cliche one-liner from someone who went for a blood donation campaign and flushed 400cc of blood into that small bag. now, what's so interesting about donating blood? saving lives, giving back to the society and all the most decent fucking thing you can think of? of course, nobody knew they have FREE breakfast there do they? fried noddle and soft drinks, soya bean and all the rest of the shit. just drop a pack or two of blood, and you can buffet yourself to instant obese.
BLOOD DONATION; for the homeless and starving people that wants a quarter pounder burger.
now, that's MARKETING.
for those too chicken shit for needles and blood, here's some truth to segregate the lame ass myths. 1. the needle is huge as fuck. it's about 2 - 3mm in width. 2. it doesn't hurt as much as you think it does, but yes, in the beginning, it hurts a little. if you don't want pain, stay home and watch porn and wank or just have plain sex. 3. the nurses aren't hot at all. so you can fuck chick hawking. not to mention sometimes they can be pretty rude too. 4. there's complimentary biscuit, milo and certificate after you're done. And you don't have to grovel for it. (hahahaha. like it makes any difference) 5. you can't donate blood if you're homosexual. fucking stereotype. 6. only those heavier than 47 kilos are eligible. 7. the hand where they drew blood feels a little numb afterwards.
guess that's all. do ask if you need to further information.
5:49 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
