The Day After The Day After Mr Biggy left.

And so the unthinkable happened. The school holidays started and I'm prescribed with a maximum dose of boredom and thoughts of "what do I eat?".
Most younglings await the joys of school holidays. However, as soon as it arrives, they get bored and shower themselves in the laziness.
Blogs to me, are unimportant. I've no idea what I'm supposed to say in these blogs except for posting my artwork and others. It's a shame when such intellects with a 3 figure IQ has nothing to say in his/her blog.
But I guess, I'll turn it into something cliche. I will talk about my day. In the form of poetry ala Brian Molko (aka He Who Rhymes A Lot).

Slammered up in a chatroom,
Serena Maneesh's Ukjent album in cue,
Cellphone's buzzing in the blue,
As Yanks blab about nothing to do.

Sweet Tara gives me five smileys,
Sunburn.freezerburn takes the life out of choco minies,
Ending our convo chickily,
And now Sweet Tara in the iggie.

Friendster alerting me of messages,
Microsoft Sam previewing nasty sentences,
Lady Thunderbolt and Lord Hurricane explain their differences,
And Photobucket is being a turd.

Grilled chicken in the stove,
Carrots and beans on toe,
Puppy's lickin' the hell out of my toe,
And why's my Coldplay album downloading so slow?

Off to Bangkok on the 6th of December,
It's one of those dates where I won't bother to remember,
I don't want to be alive on the 25th of December,
Because my relatives will make it a day to remember.
( And I don't want to sit for SPM :D )


Condition: Out of the torment of LSD.
D FOR DYSLEXIA! :D