Medulla Oblongata

There's a communist country that had just been found, named KMBabwe which is far far away from civilization. It is said that the country consist of tribes that practice a very dull and boring routine. However, they find it is mercurially fine to do so. A lingo created specially for them which is known as 'theygotnolife'.This specific term is said to be influenced due to their so-called-great-life (which every civilization in the world find it's mundane).

The most interesting about KMBabwe is that it is very much or perhaps too communist. I acquainted with such an experience. I have to admit it that it is pretty much pain-in-the-arse.

They have this custom which they call it the EE (real name is still under scrutiny). EE is a custom where they tend to give their best even if it means to kill each other just to get the success of it. (kiasu, perhaps)

One day i thought, what the heck, lemme try this daring custom?

Regardless the gruesome consequences, i managed to follow up the custom EE which the first step is to get an RQ (which the real name is also still under scrutiny). Done with the RQ, i decided to refer it to the goddess of the tribe (they have various tribes in the country and they tend to seggregate with regards to their tribes' interest. They suck don't they?). Anyhowww, on my way to the goddess of the tribe, i find that my RQ is irrelavant.

Due to the failure i was sentenced to meet up with the head of the goddess of all (Edgwuwu)which holds the 'blue magic leaf'. I need to get the 'blue magic leaf' in order to perform my real RQ. Shit.

However, when i first arrive at the Ibo (a type of a house where the great goddess live), i was forced to have an ID Card by a pretty much big-ass lady with a big mouth.
Thisisprettymuchapaintheasswithapinchof'bastardsity'whereifailtogettheEEformandthelotsandlotsofpeopleare'kiasuing'themselvestogetEnglishastheirEESubject.fucklottahoe.

Hands Down

Dreary rain in the evening pretty much is unpleasant. Like most of us, i hate rain. Well, hate is pretty much too concrete. I don't quite hate but i don't think any word could replace the word hate to express the unlikeness of the drops of water from the sky.

I'm sorry to those who do not go about the same feeling as i feel but i am pretty much sure that there are people out there who dig me in this case.

An evening that rains surreptitiously kills me inside. Shallow perhaps, am i?

These are the causes of rainy evening on me:

1. Extremely able to make me gloomy for the whole day.
2. Unintentionally pump my hormones-to-fuck-things-up-in-a-bad-way.
3. Butterflies copulate in my tummy and devour the inside of me.
4. Ease my ears to tune to Dashboard Confessional.
5. Creates hatred on Chemistry books.
6. Makes bed the best place to be on in this world.
7. Muscle and joint ache.
8. Regular trip to the toilet (small bladder storage).

ohcanimakemywaythroughthis?