Someonepleaseremovethesecutleriesfrommyknees

I'm thinking about backpacking Malaysia. I'm that cheap. And that poor. I mean, I've been saving that money for a new 22 inch monitor for my Xbox360. But what's the use. I'm just going to end up wasting my holiday playing games. Instead, I'll use that money for bus tickets and hotel rooms and laundry services and food. The 4 things you need when traveling. Obviously I haven't asked my parents yet. Even though my dad did give me permission to go traveling, he didn't say if I could go alone. And I think he wants me to stay with relatives. Sure it's cheaper, but there are rules when you stay with family! No rules. I want no rules. But I also know it's friggin dangerous to travel alone. So I need a travel partner. I have no idea who to ask. So I'll just ask right here. Follow me?

Cowards! I'll call everyone who doesn't leave a comment that in advance so leave a comment! Then leave this blog. Your presence annoys me.



No I'm just kidding. Just not in the mood for company. I don't know why. All I want to do is talk to people I know, but when people I know talk to me I suddenly want to not talk to anyone. And THAT, my friends, is why I need to go on a trip again. yay.


P.S. Dead Space is the scariest game ever. Playing it again on my xbox360 was so sweatprovoking. No other game makes me stop breathing when I'm trying to shoot the friggin zombies-alien-vampire-robot-demon-badguys!

P.S.S. There aren't any zombie-alien-vampire-robot-demon-badguys in Dead Space. Just Zombie-alien-monsters.

P.S.S.S I know adding more S's to P.S. doesn't make it a valid continuation to an initial P.S. So maybe I should have use 'P.S.2', followed by 'P.S.3'? Oh wait, might get sued by Sony.

P.S.S.S.S You've heard that one before eh? Well I've got plenty! Let's see... Ah never mind, I don't have anything else. Instead, let me tell you E.C's most famous sad story. It's called 'Pink Colour PingPong Ball'. Brendan told me this story in Form 1. And he told it to me again in Form 5. Here it goes :

There was this boy's father told him, "Son, if you do well in your exam, I'll buy you anything you want". So the boy did well, and asked his father for a pink coloured ping pong ball. The father was suprised, but didn't ask why he wanted just that. Every exam the son set for there on out, he did well in. And everytime he did well, he asked for a pink coloured ping pong ball. Soon, the son was sitting for his final exam at his university. He scored top marks and he asked his dad for a ping coloured ping pong ball. But his dad had enough and bought him a brand new sports car. His son took it for a drive. But on that first drive, his son got into an accident and died. In his pocket there was a note. The father took the note from his pocket. It was titled : Why I wanted pink coloured ping pong balls. The father took it to the beach to read, but when he got there, a gust of wind blew the note out of his hand. And the note was never seen again.

The End.

Now wasn't that great? I think Brendan is a wonderful story teller. But that's all I think he's wonderful at. Not because I think he's not skilled. I just think that saying that a guy is wonderful at something MORE than once is a little gay. So Brendan is skilled at somethings, but only wonderful at storytelling.

P.S.S.S.S.S.
I think I should have just wrote this as a regular length post instead of a short one with a lot of post scriptss.

Okay. That's all.

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