Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Chris - Torture of FYP

everyone is up at 430,
everyone has eyes that can be mapped into a topo map for rivers
everyone has eyebags the size of 5kg sacks of rice
we have an orchestra of accapella noses, somehow we have perfected the art of musical phglem, as a result of many recordings i am proud to present the "FYP Symphony No.162, the Art of Fluids"

bad music is being played 24/7
we even went old school and had a "sec school only playlist, nothing that is poly level"

i love my work
i hate my work
i love/hate my work
stop crashing on me... pleaseee,im beggin you,
im reduced to begging a box of plastic metal and sillicon
damn the technological age!
lets go back to the stone age!
i make stone ipods for everybody,
black, white, opal and other colours possible,

RAWR, i hate jacky too, i visit his blog for a morbid dawning on my tired mind that how close FYP really is, tickticktick goes the seconds,
TIRED!



screw this, im gonna live,and survive,with hopefully enuff sanity to actually shove 3d into the G.O

have you planned for valentine's day yet?