A different love story.
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Part I
Beginnings can be bittersweet.
And sometimes it starts online. The girl on the other end seems as perfect as the alignment of the pixels on your monitor, unless itÂ’s an Acer.
If youÂ’re good enough, the pixels miraculously change positions and colours, and with the help of ACDSee, you get an image of her that contrasts that in your mind. Then you frantically reach for your reset button. Oh no, itÂ’s stuck. It just isnÂ’t your day, especially when you realise the hot sensation around your crotch is the 3-in-1 coffee that you made because you had to stay up late to chat her up; and that was knocked over in the failed attempt to get rid of the hideosity on your screen. OK, so now you have what seems like misaligned pixels on a non-Acer monitor, and a burning crotch. WhatÂ’s new huh?
After three trays of ice from the freezer, a quick douche of your privates and changing to not-so-soiled-but-not-necessarily-clean underwear, you reluctantly return to your PC with the busted power button to continue the obligatory chat. You of course subsequently find out that she had sent you the wrong photo as a lame joke. You then feel your pain-throbbing gonads more intensely and wonder if the expired Burnoil tube in the first aid kit is worth the risk.
So far so sh[/i]it, you think to yourself. Until of course, the real photo comes, then your gonads react again, albeit differently this time. Time to get another cup of coffee. And make it snappy! It might be a long night.
And it is. Three hours later, your charm seems to, for once, not hide under the bed, together with the basketball, air gun, Canon digital camera, porn magazines, and “Jessie”.
Well there you have it. A night of bittersweet events. You got her phone number eventually, but not without a broken reset button, another excuse to go down to Sim Lim, burnt gonads, and sweet expectation of the future.
You sleep peacefully that night. Day breaks, you stir from your slumber and conveniently scratch your balls like every other morning. Your mum hears your screams, rushes into your room, and sees you at your worst since you contracted measles, mumps and chicken pox, at the same time. -
yo all.. this is my first try at this type of writing. i dun even know wat type of humour it could be classified as.
tell me if it works for you.
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it's cool
reminds me of this comic somehow...
http://sexylosers.keenspace.com/comics/sl159.jpg
click to see coz it's a bit NSFW -
is tat ur story...??? hehehe....
cos u always stay up so late.... muz b chatting with gals rite????
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bear: yeah i've seen that particular comic b4, it's pretty funnee! btw.. wat's NSFW?
hong: yes it's my story, as in i wrote it! whether it's true or not doesn't matter rite? hehe.
wondering whether i should continue tho... hmm -
upz!
i need comments plssssssssssssssssssssssssss -
ehhh... story not very focused
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very weirdly messy.. maybe i'm not suited for such.. haha.. alright.. seriously no comments.. prolly cuz i just smoked.. thus i couldn't catch the meaning of it all.. or is it just ramblings on your side? hmm.. damn.. i think i'm the one rambling on now.. hell i'm bored.. and getting sick of smoking texas5.. so.. whats the moral of the story? pray tell..
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keep the bad comments coming....!!
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hmm.. continue it.. n we shalll c lor..
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the story is MEANT to be humour. ahhaha but a very dry type of humour.. like very sarcastic. i dun even know wat type of humour it could be classified as.
dunno also.. now a bit blur.. i'll try to explain abit more later.. -
Originally posted by jOhO:keep the bad comments coming....!!
I don't know what to make of it. jOhO humour? Heheh.
I felt that it was a very casual piece. Heheh, again.
But anyway, humour is relative. Heheheh, again and again. -
hmm.. humour.. but i picked up no humour. hehe. anyway, thats me, others might catch it. =P
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i catch no ball.
probably because i am damn angry with my stuck-up family.
now my typing keep having errors. all kinds of stupid errors like this is the first time i am using a keyboard.
