"Like a Cat in Heat Stuck in A Moving Car"

"Like a Cat in Heat Stuck in A Moving Car"

As dictated by Faranza Syns

How very original.

My first post after the first hundred. I'm proud of myself, seriously. Suppose I start all over again?

I checked my first post.

It sounded so cute.

So shall I begin the next hundred with my alter ego?

The bitchy one.

Take a chance, you stupid ho.

Yeah, definitely.


Ohh, you touch my tra-la-la. Mmm, my ding ding dong.


That is SO wrong. Hahaha. Gunther's overdone accent is so cute. But the lyric is a bit... lol.

I guess my alter-ego decided not to come out now. Hmmm... I guess we'll just have to settle with plain old me. Not that anyone is reading my blog anyways.

Joy.

Amanda, let's be Beta Readers. God knows people need us. Haha.

Remember that arrangement we had? That I'd write stories and you'd edit them? And the thingy we promised about you going for editting courses whilst I'll go for creative writing classes?

Okay, what happened to them?

I guess the answer is "Gee, Farhana, you're the one who doesn't wanna go for ANYTHING."

Sorry. Haha.

___________________

*1 hour later*


I just got beat.

I think I'll kill myself now. Where's that rope?

Oh, and hey, here's a draft of my will:

Gather all my stuff, and carry out a garage sale.

My incomplete stories go to Amanda. Edit it, and publish it. I don't care if you put it under your name. As long as it gets published. Then laugh at Tarrant's face, will you, if it gets good reviews?

To everyone else, grab whatever reminds you of me best. My glasses, my so-called-porno story books, my perfume, my bedsheets (although why you would want it, I have no idea) and my "pile-of-junk".

My jewelleries are not genuine, so no point in fighting over them.

Except for the crystal bracelet, that is.

My handphone goes to my sister.

The leftovers of my "Farewell Tags" go to anyone who didn't get one. Although, I have a feeling no one cares. If no one wants them, take a picture of them, then throw them into the fire. Frame the picture, and put a caption there, "Farhana's artistic brilliance."

My SD Card goes to Amanda, because what's inside is so incriminating, I don't think you guys will wake up from the shock.

My clothes go to the homeless. I think. Ah heck, decide yourself, whoever you are.

I'm being melodramatic here; I don't have time for details.

Haha. Well, screw the will. I'm not gonna die. Well, not at my own hands, that is.

Didn't you know? I have UHU glue to piece my life back together again.

I don't need that rope, so use it to tie something else. No need for a noose.

I'm alive, so thank God. At least another human who'll blunder through life till the end.

Joy.




Time, heal it. NOW.