_don't bother trying to explain, angel

what does PC stand for.

well i know because the P in PC stands for hell.

but i shant wander into computer troubles because life has so much more to offer. like beer and pretty women. although i get neither there is still much to be had. like money and a good job. im just depressing myself here so lets move on. i think i am pretty much comparable to a wild animal. i hibernate exessively and then wake up and stay awake for 48 hours. pyjamas are just too comfortable to change out of. whoever invented them mustve been a dumbass, or someone with a very irritating alarm clock. a really good alarm clock would be one that cant be turned off. its called the sun and its fucking irritating and hot. screw the sun. maybe thats why people sleep at night. ive got to be a normal person.

in fact if i ever become a normal person, i will not be one. once my life stagnates and swirls into a spriral of boring meaningless and everyday tasks which invlolve paper and rudimentary brain work, i will grab life by its little neck and twist it until it screams, "ahhh change!". and i'll move to a new country and partake in a small little company inhabited by humorous individuals who are geeks, but get laid every friday. and then after a while, ill just die.

i've forgotten im an a levels student. or an ex one at that. suddenly my mum was like when are your results coming out. and suddenly i was brought down to earth. oh yeah so thats what im waiting for. i've become so uselessly ocupied with hobbies that i've forgotten what my life task is. you know life task. everyone has one. get a job. get a car. get a house. get a wife. get a kid. get another one. get a widescreen television. get a dog. get another wife. get away. get high. get laid. get dead. so right now my life task involved sitting around collecting stubble waiting for a slip of paper that shall determine the rest of my life. hehe but paper can be recycled.

these dumbasses downstairs really have no/very little brain matter. dont they realise they are playing in front of a hdb block. and noise travels upwards. and when your playing soccer and you miss a goal, your likely to shout something like, "fuck la chee bye!!". i bet you some kids go home at night and get a whollop man. the only time i ever got a whollop was from my primary school bus driver. that mofo caned my hand man. thats why till this present day im scared to hold girls hands. no relation but its an excuse at that. my parents never beleived in harsh punishment ( did you dad?). if i was a parent i'd fine my kids! you know like tax. i mean as a kid money is like the next most important thing, next to video games and porno. so when you tax a kid. its like whacking him 100 times. plus you get to save some bucks as well. put it in his university fund. just dont tell him it the uni stand for you and i.

anyone remember that game where you pass the ring through a long winding rod trying not to make contact? and when you accidentally touch the rod it goes BUZZZ ZAAAP. yeah well that game sucks.