Thursday, September 21, 2006
looking around, i see almost everyone's sites going on hiatus as the final years draw closer. well i did comtemplate about being cliche and saying
hello guys. this'll be my last post till after the exams. so, so long for now as i'm going on HIATUS .
however, hiatuses do no justice to me as i have sinned and fallen short. i did try to study thanks to constant reminding(nagging, screaming, going postal). and today was the day i came closest to studying. however...here's what happened.
so. it was 8 30pm. and i felt a north wind blow steadily. the wind sifted through my long black gothic, angsty and wild locks. and i felt a little feminine. so i did a little dance in my undies.(yes rachel i was wearing white so go froth at the mouth HAW HAW.) then my mum caught me while i was having a short cha cha session with her mop and she banished me from my house and has never acknowledged me as a son since.
is what might have happened had i turned gay from wearing too-tight-tees. tight black turns you metrosexual!
so. it was 8 30pm. and there wasnt a single breath of wind to be felt. not even from the north. and i was headbangin' to disturbed and suddenly it hit me. no not the wall.(HAHAHAHA..ha..ha..damn you fans of witty humour. bring back old school random jokes) it hit me that boonyew's a bad influence! he hooks me up on rammstein. he hooks me up on disturbed. he hooks me up on bayside.(bayside's a cult. spread the love. muack muack!) so i went back online, blocked him and deleted him, at the same time screaming,"GET THEE BEHIND ME EVIL SCUMSUCKING ROAD WHORE!" kidding i just wanted to flame boonyew. boonyew i still lubx lubx you 184~(note : always pacify your prey after victimizing them. learn from the best =D)
ok if you havent already realised, there isnt much to my story thus causing a chain reaction sparking off random stories that goes so well with cheese and wine. here's what REALLY happened. i swear on my cheezels and green tea.
its was 8 30pm and there was not a breath of wind blowing. i was head banging to disturbed and thinking if we ever covered those kind of songs we'd need a satanic, evil and sadistic vocalist who loves bondage and kinky sex. so i suggested a mat! (a malay gangster or whatever. not a damned cloth you put on the floor for your pets to sleep on you inflexible pieces of...) actually i THOUGHT of a mat i didnt suggest to anybody unless i have a dual personality complex and i end up falling in love with myself. it was then that i decided that i needed a bathe. to clear my head and freshen myself up for a hard night's exertion.(you tend to concentrate better on kinky stuff. so if you relate studying to kinky stuff, you get lovely results. try it. you might surprise yourself all you sexy beasts out there) yeah so, after my bathe, i felt like,"alright brian. this is it. this is where all the hard studying starts. lets rock this final year like pam anderson got rocked by tommy wee. lets do this." and so i got out all my chem notes, sat down at the table, and i noticed 2 photo albums! i flipped through and felt old all of a sudden. i didnt even have wrinkles then. and my ass wasnt that big then. so, when i got to my second album, i suddenly came across a picture of myself. i wasnt wearing a shirt. but as a 4 year old boy that's quite common. as my eyes scrolled down my own 4 year old curves, i noticed something.
I. WASNT. WEARING. PANTS. EITHER.
HOLY F. IF THE PRESS EVER GOT HOLD OF SUCH AN UNHOLY PIECE OF POLAROID, MY CAREER WOULD GO DOWN THE DRAIN.
and it was there that i lost all motivation for studying. and here i stand before you, disgusted and unstudied. a piece of useful information to muggers. never look through your old photo albums just before you study. naked baby photos kill you faster than drugs and booze do.
i just took a portion of your life
