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Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Back Again!

It has been sooooo long since I've had the urge to blog. Sorry to all my fans (if any) for disappearing abruptly and not explaining myself. I'll take this chance to tell you.

V took a break from blogging to go on an adventure at the Bermuda Triangle and finally uncover the truth about the mysterious disappearances of boats and planes that travelled close to it. After getting lost for 5 days at the maze that is Raffles City's basement (I don't freaking get the place, so confusing) V finally managed to find the elusive NS6 line. Check the MRT Network map. It's not there! You know why? That's the station for wizards to go to Hogwarts.

After months of intel gathering, V found out that jumping off from the train halfway on its path to Hogwarts can get him to Bermuda Triangle. After secretly boarding the train in Ron Weasley's bag, V leapt off the train mid way through its journey as planned and landed on the Bermuda Triangle. It was a rough landing because the place was literally littered with Ah Bengs with Rubix cubes, completing the puzzle within 15 seconds, acting nonchalant for 5 seconds afterwards and saying, "You donno wan ah!" before proceeding to 'reset' the cube and redo it... times infinity. Almost lost my mind. Too bad for the Beng I landed on. His rubix days are OVER! To the west was the entire filming set of one of the most boring TV shows on the planet, "Lost". They get the crew from the 'lost' ships and planes, make them panic and talk gibberish, film it and sell it to you losers.

Sadly, V saw Ke$ha and learned that she actually came from the eastern part of the Triangle, which is where all the horrible singers of the world like herself and Rihanna come from. She doesn't bathe, as I've always suspected, and her tribal name is actually Makuchang which translates as Stinky Whore Who Can't Sing to Save Her Life and is Married to a Slab of Rock because, Apparently, That is One of the Few Things That Can Withstand Her Singing. Wonder where the commas are in the tribal name. Weird language.

Anyway to wrap it up, all bad things on Earth came from the Bermuda Triangle, and that includes the Black Eyed Peas and Barney. See the link? No talent but strangely VERY popular.

Anyway I'm starting to find the term "Mat" is starting to become racist. This past month I was branded a 'Mat' twice by people who don't even know what it implies. I mean come on! I don't dress like them nor do I behave like one. Plus I'm Indian (I looooove using my mixed race as an escape) and Indians aren't 'Mats'. I are hungary. Need something to yeat!

I finally posted something after so long because I got so bored of staring at the computer screen and closing my eyes while sitting still, hoping that I can tap into my subconcious and unleash my chakra to devastating effect at people who keeps 'nominating' me for True Yoga and Fitness First. STOP IT! I'M NOT INTERESTED! YOU SUCK! ALL OF YOU! It must be you Fiz. You can't say no to a girl!

Anyway this Sunday will be my first formal wedding and I don't really have options for clothing. Hope I'll be able to find something soon. Can't wait to meet Pavan though. It's been so long since we've met. With Fiz, Timon and Pavan there, I'm sure it'll be a blast!

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