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
2 days ago
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.
That's how my brain feels like at the moment. An onion.
-Live Long & Prosper
I made up a random something.
That's how my brain feels like at the moment. An onion.
-Live Long & Prosper
8 comments:
If your brain is an onion, what does that make your head?
And I don't want to hear anything about your cucumber.
onion??? errrr????
turn into shark fin lah... kekekekek~
Will: Naughty naughty Will. :)
Bong: You and your shark fin la...
Onion??
*imagine peel and slicing it*
Aikz!
So when the clock strikes twelve, someone sure cry when you're peeled?
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.
Hickory dickory dock
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
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