circumcisions? (inspired by kennysia.com)

kenny gave a hilarious pictorial take on circumcisions. go see. he's deciding whether to trim it or leave it long and fabulous. not that i'd noe how pretty it looks. or am pondering anywer near how his member should appear to be. tho he does have a "pic" of it. of wic i do recall...becos i juz saw it...n not because its unforgettable. hey,i dont only think abt blogger's members orite? and i dont think of their other parts either. hey wait, wats up wit the FAQs? n y m i defensive? who me? well? stop asking so many questions can?

anyway,let me indulge u in MY own snipping story. abit long though but u can't talk abt cock and not pay due respect to it.especially wen its been of such loyal and reliable service all this years.* standing and saluting *

i think i was between 4-6yrs old. dat time i was living just beside Redhill MRT.dat block has been torn down n u can only see a field wit some trees on it now btw. the few days before it happened my parents told me i gotta go for a "sunat" - the malay term or slang for circumcision, of wic the exact word in malay i totally forgot. i was happy cos i had seen a few of my older cuzzins who had it done and it didnt look bad. actually i was looking forward to it cos its sort of traditional for the "sunat-ee" to get money from family members. sort of like a hangbao. apparently my observation skills needed improvement. as u can see i was VERY young and the thought of having my little "bradder" trimmed for some extra cash seem like a fair trade-off.

we have a sort of ceremony for this of things and sometimes some families would get afew of the young boys to go through the ritual together. and once the snippings done, they would b this cute little things lying down on the beds wearing sarongs and a little clothes hanger bent strategically n held juz below the bellybutton to prevent the sarong from touching their little johnnys. i guess the hangbao is like cover charge to look at us mutilated boys.

i was at the clinic wit my parents and they seem more nervous than i am. my dad looked really concerned. telling me that its gonna b fine and all wen in fact i was thinking of wat to buy wit all my extra dough. maybe they worry for my safety or probably the likeliness of an accident happening wic would result in them not being grandparents. or maybe my dad recalled his own personal "sunat - day" and how it still haunts him. as for my mom, she's a girl, so i dont think she can share anyting other than deep concern for my well-being.

wen i went in wit my dad there was a pretty young nurse asking my name and how i was feeling. the doc was already preparing something at a corner of the room. pretty nurse then told me to take off my clothes and wear a kiddy-gown-thingy. i obediently listened and complied till i was lying down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. pretty nurse was rite beside me, holding my rite arm and telling me that watever happens i should keep my head down and juz b patient as the procedure wont take too long. another nurse - pretty.....ugly - came in and held my left arm after passing something to the doc who decided to introduce himself before chopping me up.

i felt the man touching and pulling my ThinG before a prick coursed through my veins. now, at that instant any boy would be crying or freeze in fear/shock but i decided to take the more subtle approach. i screamed! i screamed like i've never screamed before. gerls would be ashamed if they didnt know i did it. i was in total panic because somehow this is not going to plan. its becoming too painful and before i knew it i felt more pricks on my ThinG. dats when i shot my head up n took a quick glance at my ThinG. Dr Pricky was injecting me on my ThinG!!!!i looked at ugly nurse and she told me to calm down. i turned to pretty nurse and she too said to relax. relax? RELAX? let me prick ur eyes and we'll see who's relaxed! ur not that pretty come to think of it. and then came the eventual chorus.

i felt more searing pain from bradder ThinG. watever Dr Pricky was doing, it didnt seem to get any better. another quick glance and i saw scissors n blood. not good, not good. ugly nurse said the pricks would make it less painful. if so then, my god, prick me more. prick me till u cant prick no more Dr Pricky. suddenly i heard somebody rush out the door. Dad! he's gone! he's left me wit Dr Pricky and nurse Pretty and Ugly to butcher bradder ThinG! Oh God, i said to myself, i dont want the money. take away my toys or anything but dont let him take away my baby ThinG.

before i could start screaming again, Dr Pricky declared the torture a success. its over he said and mentioned that i was a brave boy. or was it a gerl. i checked baby ThinG and saw it swollen wit something stuck on it. its the "cincin" - a ring-like intrument to keep my ThinGy in its appropriate and socially-acceptable form. a tad bit shorter though but i felt relieved it was over. pretty nurse led me outside, wobbling and in my sarong, and asked my parents if they want my foreskin as a souvenir. she showed it to me 1st. wrapped in wool and packed in a small plastic container the size of a matchbox. hmm...abit longer than expected. i didnt think much of it as i showed it to mom proudly and she smiled. she said that i'm big boy now. wobbling home i thought to myself: hey......im a.....man?

not quite cos the days that followed really made my mom reconsider wat a big boy i've become. complaining from the slightest itch to the teeniest touch. hey, its really painful and im sensitive. cant help but b emotional wen a part of u has come and gone.(cant say the the same abt one nite stands can u?) she said maybe its hereditary cos she told me y my dad went out of the room. he was all wobbly n woozy. too much blood he said. see? aint my fault!

anyway...i'll let u guys hang up till here for now. will continue wit "my recovery phase" wen i have more time.still come to think of it, i shall conclude that the whole ordeal wasnt so bad. still,im beginning to suspect Dr Pricky's (whom i still have a grudge on..) competence. im sure i have a much longer *ehem* cos now, i wouldnt mind going through it again. i need the extra cash.