Random Stuff

After hours of reading Human Resource Management, I can't think of anything to write. Well since I didn't leave my room much or do anything interesting today besides groping my book with my fingers. At least I have rat rat to accompany me while I study.

I made up a random something.

As the clock strikes twelve, my brain turns to onion.

That's how my brain feels like at the moment. An onion.

-Live Long & Prosper

8 comments:

Will said...

If your brain is an onion, what does that make your head?

And I don't want to hear anything about your cucumber.

Ah-Bong said...

onion??? errrr????

turn into shark fin lah... kekekekek~

Queer Ranter said...

Will: Naughty naughty Will. :)

Bong: You and your shark fin la...

Jason said...

Onion??

*imagine peel and slicing it*
Aikz!

Janvier said...

So when the clock strikes twelve, someone sure cry when you're peeled?

-C said...

This really reminded me of the 'what's the first line of your novel' thread on the Malaysian NaNoWriMo forums.

Some really awesome examples:

Suddenly she existed in an explosion of sensation.

The dreams in which you fall are the most common.

It should have rained at her funeral.

I could begin this story with a deck of cards.

And then plugging my own one:
The sun slid into place with all the confidence of a grandmaster's opening move.

drownedglass said...

Hickory dickory dock

Queer Ranter said...

Jason: *smack

Why would you wanna peel me? Unless you're thinking of peeling something else... :P

Janvier: Hhahahaha. I wonder who. :P

C: That is so random...

Drownedglass: Another random one. :P