Dya ever get that feeling. Like after you wake up from a dream. That brief moment when you can almost taste the skittles raining down on you.
Well, not specifically.
But that moment right after you are zoning back into reality, thinking, hoping that the dream be real.
And then, knowing better, wishing that the dream had never ended.
With my two week dream coming to an end, I too, am getting that feeling.
With the day of someone special returning drawing closer, my two weeks has felt like a dream.
Hopes of how everything would play out hollywood worthy.
Yeah. Kinda happens when you spend some time in a boy school and learn about romance from some tv-series in which teenagers are played by men and women in their mid-20s.
That hasn't worked out very well for me.
Hmm.
I wonder what the plural form of 'series' is.
No.
I am not high.
But my mind did wonder upon something after TF2 marathons.
Alright, let's see where your logic leads you.
Here we go:
Fungus.
Fungi.
Octopus.
Octopi.
Jesus
_____
I am not even gonna mention the word 'anus'.
Oops.
Kinda miss Jaya K now.
Anyhoo. More than one of my dreams kinda crashed into reality at 69 km/h.
I like the number 69.
And guess what.
Reality had her backseat seatbelt on.
Dream didn't.
And now Gustave is feeling that feeling.
On top of having diarrhoea.
After eating red dragon-fruit and nasi-lemak.
Shanti kinda gave me a reality check.
So did uncle BK.
And so did the Heavy Weapons Guy from TF2.
I am telling you, Vict, GET TEAM FORTRESS 2.
It's the best way to spend RM85.
Which is like...10 McValue Meals, as Calvin pointed out.
The Big Mac Chant NuffNang thing is not looking good.
People are obviously abusing votes. Things do not look good for Mission: Hollywood.
Hey, would'ya look at that, I used two sentences before hitting enter.
Anyhoo.
Gustave Oon has 58 votes.
Kenny Sia has 82 votes.
Combined, they have 140 votes.
Videos involving college chicks falling for college guys who can do the Big Mac Chant, Indian finger fries, and a husband cheating on his wife with a Big Mac in a non-explicit way have around.
Oh, I don't know.
1800 votes.
What the Fortress?!
One video even got 62 votes from 11.30 to 12.30.
That's 1 hour.
That's 60 minutes.
Hmm.
One minute...roughly the time needed to reconnect to the internet and sign up for a new NuffNang account to vote for your own video, wouldn't you say?
Anyhoo.
You know that feeling you get when you sit for an hour, watching ants search for and carry blackheads off your bedroom mirror?
Yeah.
Heh.
What?
Oh.
OH.
Um.
Yeah!
Me neither! Haha!
Just checking.
Heh.
Hey! Didja know that if you feed ants Pepsi Blue or Mirinda Orange their butts change colour?
Heh...uh...yeah.
No! Of course not!
Yeah, I wonder how someone would've found out too.
Anyhoo.
I've gotten better at doing stuff with a butterfly knife.
No.
Not that sort of stuff.
Anyhoo.
I like dreams.
Dont't like waking up from them though.
Maybe some dreams don't have to evaporate in sunlight.
Or fly through the tempered glass windshield of a moving vehicle.
Maybe some dreams.
Are just a glimpse of what is possible if you want it bad enough.
But then again.
Maybe some dreams are reserved for the privacy of your bedroom with your bolster.
Mmm.
Rhona Mitra.
I'll save the Heavy Weapons Guy wisdom for another day.
All you have to know is that he is:
Very Big.
Very mean-looking.
Very russian.
And has a Very Big Gun.
The word 'very' seems weird now.
Maybe it's the capital 'V'.
Till then. Remember to jot down your dreams.
Before they evaporate and all you can remember is that it took place in your primary school and involved a kid you met in BRATS camp and that video arcade you went to with a friend during SPM study groups.
And really bad tasting peppermint chocolate.
"Green Tea is like diluted Elixir of Life."
Onward. Starbound.
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