Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Alo alo, all the mario!..
Welcome to the jungle, eat apple..
Welcome back to iareyourfather but youareigrandfather.
Okay, firstly today is Wednesday, tomorrow is Thursday, yesterday was Tuesday, next week is Holiday.
..Just for your info if you have lost track of time -_-
Now, i am going to write a narrative about the unforgettable fishing trip i never had. Names used in this story is purely not coincidental. But its up to you readers to decide. This story is best read in the dark, to set the mood and turn off the default spongebob music, play an eerie music instead.
I present to you, iareyourfatheryouareigrandfather's believe it or not, fact or fiction?
*believe it or not!*(echo Ripley style)
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Alright, the very thought of this incident still causes my pants to drip heavily, with sweat. I am right now lying down on my bed using the laptop and i can see from the corner of my eye Lucifer floating on my left shoulder and Gabriel on my right. I can literally feel Lucifer breathing down my neck, and it gives me a steamy sensation. I don't know why. Gabriel on the other hand is busy playing poker with his bestfriend Raphael. However I pray that Lucifer will not curse me for retelling this story. I am putting my life on the line just by posting this and my lifespan is shorten by a year for every alphabet typed, even if i press backspace to correct an error. So sit back and relax. I hope this will be a life lesson to all. I love you.
Once upon a time,
There was a boy, skin as pale as the moonlight, silky hair with extensions tied into dreadlocks, face as pure as mushroom soup, countenance as charming as the handsome young prince of Narnia. This boy, (let's just name him "Me" for easy reference) set off from his HDB flat with a fishing pole in his hand to go fishing near the waters of pasir ris (pasir ris park). He was determined to catch the legendary sea chicken which has been rumored for the past century to give you infinite chicken's eggs if ever captured. It has been said that each eggs cost 50 cents, 20 cents more than the regular chicken egg. This has spurred many foolish but brave ones to their doom.
Many young hopefuls had vanished in the past trying to seek that legend. Me, however was confident of himself since he was so charming. He chuckled to himself, thinking about his charmingness.
All of a sudden, he saw bread crumbs leading a trail on the ground. Me went astray of his destination as he pick up the bread crumbs on the ground with his mouth to eat and sub consciously followed the trail.
Me reached a swamp in an unfamiliar location, which is now known as "Sungai api-api" or, "Fire-fire help me River" in English. Me did not notice the sign board directly in front of him which says "Beware, swamp is haunted, good luck!". By now, the area around the swamp was getting wild. Gusts of wind swept Me's face and faint, eerie baby cries could be heard. Carrion swarms could be seen circling a baphomet in the distance. The baphomet was wreaking havoc in the skies but Me was busy swatting mosquitoes trying to feast on him, paying no attention to the baphomet. The baphomet disappeared after destroying the moon.
Later came the distinctive smell of frangipani which overpowered Me's Boss perfume. Me was jealous that his expensive perfume could be defeated. Then, purple lights flashed briefly among the treetops forcing him to glanced upwards to which he saw a white silhoutte among the tree branches above him. A candy-like figure was hopping around a cute and mysterious lady in white staring at him. "How cute, mother and son" he thought. As they flew away silently, Me waved at them to bid farewell.
Nothing could make Me falter and not long after, the disturbances stopped, as though the "ghosts" had given up.
When everything seems to have settled, Me decided to cast his fishing rod into the swamp, and decided to wait until the little bell on the rod rings, signaling a catch. However the bell never rang and he waited there for 80 years until he died peacefully of old age.
The end.
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Signing off.. 12/10/2008 06:43:00 PM
