Woman (gril) : Do you think it is possible that we are together again?

Man (boy): It's hard to say. Who knows, maybe some day we are together, PHYSICALLY. Subjectively, it is hard to be together when we are not PHYSICALLY together.

Woman: Sure, I know that.

Man: And we will never know what we WILL think of sometime in the future.

Woman: I want to see you now soooo much!

Man: It can't be easier. I am here all the time. But maybe you will begin to hate me once you meet me. When you think of someone in your dream or daydream, you always over beautify the object, and tell yourself: Come on, no one is gonna be so beautiful! Missing and seeing are different kinds. Well, maybe only to men.

Man: Listen, you play some very important part in my heart, very important, no one is gonna take it. Maybe someone goes to somewhere beside it, but never to yours. It is like a tomestone you paid for.

Woman: Even in the future?

Man: Yes.

Woman: But you said it's gonna be different when we meet, PHYSICALLY.

Man: It's hard to say... But I want to see you all the same. It's no use talking like this right? Who knows what it will be in the future?

Woman: It's safer to know.

Man: I never want to hurt you a bit.

Woman: You did.

Man: I don't want to hurt your feeling, but I don't want to cheat you even more.

Woman: Oh. Thank you. I am going to bed now.

Man: Sorry. I shouldn't have said that.

Woman: Nah...I just admire your being so calm and so RATIONAL.

Man: I am not going to be a Nobel Prize laureate in that field, am I?  I am actually dumb.

Woman: Too dumb to have such a good woman.

Man: I reserve the claim, unless someone stole it from me. It hurts if I know you are with other man. You did get away my pure feelings. I was crying like hell back then.

Woman: For how long have you been down?

Man: Two days. What about you.

Woman: Till now. How can it end on you so soon?

Man:It's not a short time. It'd been a month before those two days, and if it were a lifetime, the down period should've lasted quite a few months.

Woman: You are damn cold!

Man: Answer my question. Have you ever loved someone these days?

Woman: No. But I've been together with one.

Man: For how long?

Woman: 7 months.

Man: Not a short time. I am not that unforgettable, huh?

Woman: You! Say it!

Man: What?

Woman: You are not a boy now, are you?

Man: I am. Your question doesn't mean anything. You waste one possible chance out of three.

Woman: So damn precious, you. I want ya.

Man: I don't treasure the first night. But someone else does. One palm never claps.

Woman: Oh, ugly you!

Man: How can you tell if one is a virgin boy or girl? Take example of a girl. Some girl lost that not because of intercourse but some other physical exercises, like acrobatics, aerobics and gymnastics. Some girls did lost that because of intercourse but they made it up by some operation. It is a matter of value. How you value your body. If some girl tell me she is virgin but actually not, I have no right to doubt. The world doesn't change after the first night, right?

Woman:You care, don't you?

Man: I cannot. In another way, a boy can't be MORE WRONG once he gets to know his girl is not a virgin. Strictly speaking, I am not a boy anymore. I gave my first time to a woman with no face in my wet dream, and the second time to a crappy porn clip and my right hand.

Woman: Haha.

Man: How can I so shamelessly require a well wrapped first night from the counterpart?

Woman: Still, you are a boy, I think.

Man: Let me put it this way. The reason why you don't consider unconscious seminal emissions and masturbation sexual behaviors is that you define an intercouse to be conducted consciously. It's know that orgasms, of men and women, are coursed by some nerve. Perhaps in the future we don't need PHYSICAL sex anymore. Being a virgin or not depends largely on the both one's conscious and subconscious activities.

Woman: Oh I just adore you to death.

Man: To say is one thing, and...

Woman: Yeah, I know you mind, haha.

Man: What about you?

Woman: I am not, of course! Why I otherwise admire you?

Man: It seems still possible to give it to someone you don't love.

Woman: Should I say sorry? 

Man: When I was waiting for your answer, it was like I am waiting for the academic result of mine on the web to come out after loading. When the result was not as satisfying, I didn't feel like it was the END OF THE DAYS. Instead, just a dull thud inside. Haha, I cannot hope that all young ladies in the world reserve their first night for me. I always tell meself. It may be possible not but how will it be when I am 30? When I am 40 and 50? It's just funny.

Man: How can you give your first night to someone you don't love?

Woman: I was drunk. Funny, isn't it?

Man: So only once?

Woman: Yes.

Man: You broke up then?

Woman: Sure. He got away money from me, too. I was stupid.

Man: I will kill him for you if there were no laws.

Woman: And so painful.

Man: Protect yourself. It's not the END OF THE DAYS.

Woman: It's worse than the END OF THE DAYS.

Man: Think of it this way: there will be one less who can take advantage of you in this world.

Woman: True.

Man: And in another way, the first night is not that holy enjoyable as it was put. Stiff bodies, clumsy limbs, and things like such.

Woman: Yes. I kicked him.

Man: Is he good looking?

Man: How could you begin with him while you knew you didn't love him.

Woman: He has your look.

(END)

Endnote: Whoever-thank you for reading first- after reading this suggests the conversation something autobiographical, please allow me to kick your ass, real hard! I am so generous to write such a long piece. So, please don't refer anything inside this material to be about me in the PHISICALLY real world.

OK, this is about KFC and Yellow Sweeping (confiscating filthy video products, or porn)

KFC has something to do with Kentucky Fried Chicken, as well as Kentucky Fried Cruelty, which an anti-KFC group name themselves. A video clip was out somewhere on the Internet. It was a clip in which some employees of KFC's supplier (a slaughterhouse)killing chickens with excessive violence, such as stamping, kicking, twisting and all imaginable and unimaginable torture. Both KFCs represented concern and condemnation against the killing frenzy. I have to admit, from deep of my heart, at the very beginning, I did feel a bit rediculous, if not completely funny. We protect animals, like cats and dogs, because they are good looking and inedible (in common sense). Chickens have neither of these attributes, we kill them and eat them. They are born to be dead. Why are they cared for? OK, finally I find something similar in our life-criminals. Criminals with death penalty are to be dead, but they are not to be suffering torture. Now I know that even someone/ some chicken is going to the end of his/ its life, he/ it has the privilege to be killed humanely.

It's something moral we are talking about. We have moral because we don't want some strangers, and more importantly ourselves, to be killed innocent or women strangers, and more importantly our female kindred, to be raped.  Anti-KFC organizations may be built to perform the first purpose and Yellow sweeping squads are for the second.

The two pieces of news were coming so closely together that I felt ironic. A new round of  Yellow sweeping actions is everywhere in China. There are squads confiscating pornography VCDs, lest citizens screen them and begin to rape. Porn is not allowed in China, even to adults.

Americans like animals so much that they frown at chicken torture. To the same degree, they should have love for their female relatives. But why do they accept pornography that produces tens of millions of times of videos more than an anti-KFC clip?

Hey guys(Who am I saying hey to? But today, I finally notice somebody drop by or even subscribe my xanga, yea~~whatever..).

FYI, I am trying to write NORMAL things, from now on. Because I got audiences, yea agian~~! (Does the tilde help?)Well, people ostentatious like me always want to put something online that make them seemed less stupid and better than they are. I don't deny I am one of this club. Well, unfortunatly I write normal things with ABNORMAL appearance. Anyhow, forgive me.

It's because of the final exams that I procrastinate posting new entries. It doesn't mean I stop having impulse to write. You know, it's just because of the time.  Writing make up entries is like picking up a papercase with the bottom unsealed. The longer you carry it, the more you lose. I am not gonna distort the purity of my first brilliant thoughts. Therefore, I am not going to write anything only to make up. What an excuse!

Today is Mother's Day.

This morning, one of my friends was completing his project at the computer barn. He told me one guy sitting beside him was generating a weird mechanical sound with regular interval from within his throat. It was "extremely disturbing" or "chao1 bu4 shuang3" according to my friend. I suggested my friend do the same to retaliate by producing an even weirder voice. Well, he didn't do that because he thought it might be impolite if that guy was suffering from some sort of inflammation.

A repeating mechanical sound. I don't think it's due to inflammation. It's a bad habit. Young boys always invent strange sounds and repeat them. Those with a mom beside them will stop them right away: CUT IT OFF! If you do this, you will not be able to stop making this sound when you grow up! It will become a habit! One of the most classic example of such strange sounds is burp. Remeber that (If you are a boy, of course)?

Suddenly I began to feel sorry for that mechanical guy and feel saved by my great mom.