Racking my brains to think of something to write/ Listening to avril lavigne's album Under my skin/ Flicking hardened pieces of camouflage cream and dirt and grit out from my fingernails to observe what's under my nail.

Observing the callus on my palms and ruminating about how callous i have become. I cannot help but agree that men are immensely selfish and egocentric creatures,which is so evident when everyone is shagged. I parallel N S life to ants' nests life, in which there's a fat-assed queen ant and there'll be millions of drones to stroke her ass. OOoh. Everyone's so eager to kiss ass.

I never felt like a gungho soldier ant or a bootlicking sycoph- ant. I remember in primary school, i often looked at the science textbook with disgust cos i have this tendency to empathise with insects rather than humans. There's this horrific experiment in which the woodlice are tested to see their response to light.

When the light is off, we faineants immense ourselves merry making in the caliginous moment. When the light is on, we scurry in pandemonium and appear to 'work' fast. I've chosen to be a men. I hope i dun live to regret it. I dun noe wad the future holds for me. But One thing is for sure - The lousy life of a lowly louse is there to stay.