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Written on: Saturday, August 11, 2007
HEY LOOK! TWO POSTS IN ONE! the first one is from the matblog, which i think is worth a read. i'm not gonna tell the same story twice, see. the second is kinda related. huge fonted bolded words mark the starting of each post. this is the start of the first.Time: 11:30 PM eh first of all i'd like to say that ****** is damn bloody super dee duper EXTRA ah. mod this blog until like WHAT siAk. got so many linksys everywhere, i think we should put in more stuff. like an exercise corner, a forum, a weblog, podcast, you name it. then we can really reach out to all you fellas, and make use of all the space available on the page. my topic of discussion for today: if you ever muntah (puke, vomit, throw up, fountain of health, flying food)in the train, please use your kepala HOTAK (brain, soft thing, fictitious organ). that day ah, you know ah, i went out with a coupla friends from many many races (they're all really cool ppl btw), then on our way home, in the train ah, one of my friends ah, (not a mat btw so he doesn't have a nickname, but to protect his privates, no mention of his name should be made) asked me if i smelt fresh baked bread. then when the train cleared, we saw a big SOFT BREADY splatter of puke on the floor. UH HUH! the source of the supernice smell. and people sitting around it were all expressionless, like it was normal. hey guys, look, puke. oh, ok. MOVING ON. liddat. then i noticed this one fella who was leaning against the grabrail thing, looking super sick and super pale. he must have puked. PLUS! there was brown sloshy stuff on his shoe. and he stayed there for some time, clinging on to this bag he had in one hand, while this lady, presumably his girlfriend ah, just stoned beside him, talking to him occasionally. COME ON DEH! sick then get out lah! go see doctor or something. later vomit again how? kan leceh? then got different aromas some more. what if more people puked? i suggested going up to the puke, sniffing it deeply, then puking all over the place, and maybe on the fella too. then we can ALL puke happily, then somebody can press the red button and tell the driver: got many many vomit! HAAAALP! so, people, USE YOUR KEPALA HOTAKS. especially some of my close acquaintances: this message of mine i pray you shall reflect upon deeply. AND THIS IS THE SECOND. have you all seen the stupid ads at the mrt station displays? about bombs and all? i'd just like to point out all of its stupidity. FIRST OF ALL. which bloody terrorist will stare around so much? HUH! i'm SURE DEI. put yourself in a terrorist's smelly, shitty, sinful shoes. you have been instructed by your invisible MASTER to bomb some place. YOU MOST DEFINITELY WOULDN'T WANNA SCREW UP. so i guess looking around so much wouldn't help, right? after you put your bag, will you say 'no no no not mine not mine' when someone grabs your shoulder and says 'YOUR BAG!'. a terrorist would probably blow the bomb up there and then, or run out of the train just as the doors are closing. if all the passengers notice that leaving-the-bag-behind incident, why isn't anyone stopping him? i'd smack him nice and good, i would. and there are so many people! PIN HIM DOWN! TAUPOK! make sure his hands are pinned by his side and he can't call his bomb! and the most RIDICULOUS PART. when a man tries to touch the bag, the star of the show stops him, walks him the the other side of the train, and goes 'you should press this button'. she points at it, then waits for him to press it before SHE speaks. KINDA STUPID, INNIT. and the narrator says : a dunno-what passenger. thank you. THANK YOU? THANK YOU?! THANK YOU?! seriously, no words can express my feelings. i will instead leave you with a picture, which hopefully, brings across most of my feelings: golf. well maybe golf isn't that stupid. i mean you gotta be really focused and all. so... SORRY! that's all COS I NEED TO SLEEP LIKE A BABY! |
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