Thursday, March 30, 2006
Zebra Crossing
If you don't know why my blog title is as it is, then... ... ... too bad for you!!! Today, once again and always, I shall be crapping on about crap. This, as you can see, is as easy as 1, 2 and 3:
1. Don't think about what you're writing. If you're this fanatical planner of a person, and you even plan which part of the lolly you're gonna lick first, forget about reading my blog, just go away. You don't belong here, trust me.
2. Let your fingers do the talking and type whatever springs up, a random thought, like: Why do mousepads always have four corners? See? So easy, even I can do it. (Which isn't much)
3. Don't think world issues and global warming and Al Qaeda, think: At the beginning of the world, did goldfish drink orange juice in order to get as orangey as they are? Think smell. I mean, small. Microscopic, bacteria, amoeba, atom small. (I don't know what YOUR perception of small is though. For all I know you might think small = Bermuda Triangle. Ok, that was just random.
Toooday, I woke up too early. Shucks. Well, I won't do this for tomorrow. I hope. Ate a croissant which shed its fur all around me. I hope they grow into croissant trees or something. Now THAT'd make the news. And its getting BBBBBBbbbrrrrrrrrrr... here. The highest temperature today was 21? I dunno, but I think I'll need to turn on the heater in the bathroom if this keeps up. I should stop wasting the steam on my bathroom mirror and start playing Tic Tac Toe with myself. What a novel idea!
Exams are coming... *makes ominous noise* Ok, they're not much of exams but still, the WORD is still used.
Oh yeah, newsflash: The park has teeny weeny insects in the summer which jump up on you when you walk in the grass and suck your blood so your skin gets itchy and tiny pin-pricks of blood appear on your skin like microscopic tattoos. Gross out. I am never gonna look at a KFC Twister with the same eyes ever again. (Well, not that the Twister did anything, except, well, LOOK like a Twister)
The Oompa Loompas have invaded my pencil box and stolen my ruler. Can you believe it? I feel so honoured. Well, how much can a ruler be here anyway? $2,000? Naw, I bet it's $200,000. In rupees, of course (just WHAT were you thinking?)(You silly naive little cow)
I've forgotten about that Coca Cola store comment. Now I don't know why its so significant, something to do with the song "Yue Liang Dai Biao Wo De Xin", but I can't put my finger on it... damn.
By the way, my new equation of the day: Home Sweet Home = Under my blanket.
Uhhh... errrmmmm... ehhhh... lemme see...
MOO.
P.S. I can't believe I came up with such a profound, deep word, instead of the commonly-used The End.
P.P.S. Does 7-11 make sandwiches fresh every day? Cuz I bought one today, exactly on its expiry date. Hmm... yet another unsolved mystery for CSI: Melbourne.
I'MCRAZY!
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