I'm currently at home on then net yet again... and with nothing to do... thaipusam tomorrow and ive got mass murder without the actual dying part at the gym today... i should call it the treadmill massacre. And need i mention that im hungry? well if need be then "I'm hungry"... maybe ill eat maggie kot... cos im broke and theres no delightable food at home...
Oh and im thinking of starting another story called "PROJECT ARIES" what do you think? it centres around a woman who has a highly imaginative fantasy life which mostly involves sexual escapades... sounds like fun. maybe i should. anyways... laters!
Once upon a time in a far away land lived a parrot whose name was adale. He was owned by a spoilt little girl and she liked to eat sweets and wear miniskirts even though her legs were pudgy and not-very-nice. On a fine saturday morning, the spoilt little girl decided to chase cockroaches in her living room, might i add, spoilt or not... she lived in a certified dump. And before i forget, she named some of the cockroaches too... i think one of them is called Lily and another called Shit. Round and round she went as she ran after a big fat one who was caught nibbling on some leftover cheese. Adale grimaced and said, "Hey you slimey little brown bastards, that was Cassey's lunch! And now she's gonna get dihorrea..." and then he lamented "... just my lck to get stuck with a retarded spoilt kid... i feel like a bloody kidsitter minus the pay!" Toot Brayses was Cassey's father and Retaynah was her mother, both certified workaholics (seriously... the certificate is on the wall in the dining hall). Back to the parrot, as he lamented, Cassey managed to shove a foot up the chimney and fell with a graceful thud... Adale shook his head in amazement. "That kid might just win an award for a 'Nonsense-Contest' and if i taped what she does pactically everyday, i might win for stupidest behaviour caught on tape," This went on as it did every day till christmas. On christmas morning, Cassey sat in the chimney and was squashed by an incoming Fat-Guy-In-A-Red-Suit... (i think it was santaclause but the FBI made the cover up so fast they said it was a ctually the mass murderer, azzcrrakh, who uses the mass spectrometer to ionise harmless living creatures into oblivion. It in not yet confirmed though...) That was the day poor spoilt Cassey died and the parrot Adale never to be seen again. (Reports have concluded that Adale the parrot had committed a beaked robbery in San Jose yesterday) THE END.
"I was not supposed to be born in a era where one slaves to the words 'work' and 'study'... therefore, wake me up in the next century".
Oh yeah... i made up a new thing called the 'Fake Ayat' where you dont really have a crush on someone but out of shere boredom, you 'ayat' them... FYI, when ppl say 'ayat' it means 'to flirt with'. I know, i know, sounds stupid yea? but think about it... I'm absolutely bored to death and nobody gives 2 shits about it do they? And here's a memo note to self... it's for fun... not because you want to. Remember that
