In other news...

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Evil Goldfish Eyes staring into my room!

Ever wonder what happens when the fabric of the universe collapses into an individual's mind as he goes on a Ren and Stimpy marathon while an aspiring, narcissistic English man, with formal shoes that are rosak, continually ask him for permission to be Bobbert?











O_O

Evil Goldfish Eyes
(...staring into your bedroom.)



Ladies and Gentlemen,
the Ace of Academic Writing,

the Sultan of Surrealism,


(-fade lights-)

presenting, for one lifetime only...

Hugo Yap.

(-cue spotlight-)

(-insert applause-)



Check out his blog, lest the legion of Monkeys possess your every spasming tissue of your existence.



...including your hair.


(-fade applause-)


...the ones on your legs.
(coz they hurt like hell when pulled.)













(-oops, fade lights-)



Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Herbert died.































Argh. We had some good times. *sniff*

Rest in peace, little buddy. We totally got a 9/10 for photography.


Monday, May 18, 2009

MONKEY POSSESSING MY FINGERTIPS!

WAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrroooooooowwwww!

Just had a Macchiato. Nyaa-nyaa-nyaa-nyaaaaa.

Nyaa-nyaa-nyaa-nyaaaa.

Hey-hey-hey. Sohai.
(Goodbye.)


Just finished writing the script for FTV finals. Woookkeeekeeekooookooo!

It involves basketball, X-box, crutches, Red Bull (Aiman =3), and a Harmonica.

I can see the sceene in my head. My round, rainbow, spiralling mind.

Mmm...rainbow paddle pop ice-cream.


Paddle pop. HEY!

Paddle pop.

HEY!


SUPER-DUPER YARMY!





Nyaa...

Coffee starting to wear out. Phew.

yeah.

Mm.

Oh yeah.

OPH YEAH!

RAWR!! O_O

Monkey. Possessing. My glutus-maximus.

Oh.

Dear Monkey. Why do you torment me so?
All I did was summon your primate-powers to aid me in my quest for eternal coffee high.
Dear, dear monkey, won't you tell Funshine Bear to add me on msn? And threaten to possess her toothbrush before her bedtime.


You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
...thou art his sunshine...his one annd only, girl...

You make me OOH-OOH-AHH-AHH!
...you be causing him to go ape-shit...

When skies are gray.
...when they be grayer-hatin', yo...

You never know dear,
...man, you ain't never know...


How much I NYAA you.
...how much he be NYAA-ing you...



Oooooooo....so please don't take... don't you be taking...my sunshine...his sunshine...






...away.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Updates.

Gustave refuses to update further until he gets funshine bear's msn.

=P

In other news, check out Melissa's online blogshop.
Featuring hand-picked and industry-discounted fashion accessories and clothes. (not pr0n!!1)

...maybe some sexiful leather and latex merchandise.

...and foxy-lady Melissa herself modeling the lingerie line.

...maybe.


Until next time, remember to enjoy Yukiko, the kinky magician, and Aiman, the unrecognised erotica writing genius.


Yukiko recently acquired a beauti-comforta-fugging-ble-ful perfect fitting coat.

We totally went ShoPPiNG!

Argh. Blogger has bold, italics, but no bimbo.

Imagine me saying 'shopppPPPpp-puh-ing!' anyway.


And yes, that is the bastard child of beatiful, comfortable, and Gustave after watching Donnie Darko with diarrhoea.

And yes, that's how its spelt.

And yes, I managed to spot familiarities between Donnie Darko and Doreamon.

And no, its not that Frank the Rabbit and Doreamon are both blue.

And yes, it has something to do with the terms 'predestination paradox' and 'ontological paradox'.

And yes, that's how I spent my last 3 hours; trying to make sense of Donnie Darko with the help of Wikipedia.

And no, I don't know if that's how a semicolon is used.

And yes, one chapter of Doraemon which involved an ontological paradox had me fumbling with the futility of existance on a toilet bowl for half an hour after expelling my last turd. (Doraemon gives Nobita a time stopping clicker. As Nobita exits the room, he hears a voice calling out to Doraemon. He ignores it and goes about fucking up Sinyu and Giant. While fucking around with it, he saves Shizuka from falling down a flight of stairs. He also peeks at her panties. In his shock, he drops the clicker. It breaks and Nobita is unable to unfreeze time. He then crawls into his time-travelling desk and returns to the past, where he crawls out of his desk crying for Doraemon just as his past self leaves the room.

In summary, Doraemon gives Nobita time-freezing clicker. Nobita fucks with it and permanantly freezes time. Nobita returns to past and obviously fails to stop himself from fucking up the universe...because he did indeed have to have fucked up time in order to justify going back in time whining for Doraemon's help.

And that, boys and girls, is how Nobita Nobi manages to put an end to the universe, long before the Heat Death of the universe occurs, in less than 6 comic pages.

Thank you, Mr. Fujio F. Fujiko, for condemning a 14 year-old, taking a shit with toilet reading, to the sad realization of existential futility. Thank you very, very much, right in the ear.)

And yes, it is perfectly normal to read comics while taking a dump.

And yes, I know you do it too.




And yes. A nice update will come soon. Based on:

a) how soon Funshine Bear's msn becomes known to me, and

b) when I penetrate and crush my assignments...in the most metaphorical sense, and

c) when I decide to abuse caffeine at 10 pm.



Mmm.

Yeah.

Um.




Anyhoo.

Brb. Need to shit.