I woke up today to the sound of my dream, my tangible dream. Yeah, I am talking about the whipped cream on my face when I do the moon walk to eternity in outer space. Remember to keep your pace in this rat race, either way you gonna lose you rat. Talking about Rat Race, I just got to say it, we are all in a rat race. It was just a few weeks ago, when I was running around the track and it started raining, and i asked myself, why in the hell am I running in the rain? But honestly, I was still running because I wasn't really tired yet and I still hope to win the rat race. Fat Hope, fat man scoop. One scoop of ice cream is all I don't need to feel great, I need 3. Anything with chocolate would be fine with me. As we are still in the topic of Rat Race, since you know you're in a rat race, be prepare, strap yourself with a briefcase full of money, a phone and a scoop, to scoop ice cream of course, and in desperate time, use it as a weapon.
I don't feel that I'm far from other country. The world is getting so much smaller now. Maybe it's because the documentary on Discovery Channel and National Geographic Channel and TLC shows alot of these countries and their history. Our history is not important, it's useless. Sure, you can learn a thing or two, but that's why it's a history not a knowledge passed on to the current generation.
Hate answering questions that I answered several weeks ago. Hate answering questions that I answered many times months ago. Hate answering calls in the morning asking about oil. These people is either suffering from memory loss or they just too ignorant for that shit. Now let me express myself through dancing.
Food should be universal. Some food speaks French, some food shouts Italy! Some food speaks traditional, some food whisper yucks. A big boo to Tuna's and Sardines. They shouldn't even be alive right now! FTS. Some food speaks Chinese, some food oiled up like Malay's.
Can all the malays stop taking drugs? Can you guys stop making trouble for yourself and your family? Look at the dustbin near you, be the dustbin and be great. We need more people like you. Goodnight and good luck with that syringe.
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