Monday, August 07, 2006
10 REASONS WHY I'M NOT ATTENDING THE MONASH BALL
This is my first post on SIN, so I had to make sure that it was thoroughly grouchy and whiny, and what better subject to write on than the question that's been on the mind of every man, woman and child in Malaysia, (. . . well perhaps I exaggerate, just a bit though), the question;
"Why is Yasir NOT going to the Monash Ball?!?"
Yes people, I realise that it's selfish of me to deprive you of my exalted presence, but all the same I'm getting sick of explaining it over and over again to every Tom, Dick and Harry (seriously there're a lot of guys asking, very disturbing), since no one seems satisfied by my answer, I've decided to come up with 10, kind of like the ten commandments if you will.
But first I'd like to start off with a funny that I thought of all by myself on my trek to uni this morning. . .
WHY MONASH ENGINEERING HAS BEEN BARRED ADMISSION TO THE MONASH BALL:
" AAAAAAAAND THE WINNER FOR THIS YEARS MR.MONASH AND (wut the?) . . . ER . . . UMM . . . . MR.MONASH (?!?) IS . . . ."
Heh, heh I crack myself up, whew. That is what I'll be pathetically snickering my self to sleep over on the night of the ball, when I'm home, all alone, ah well, Anyhoo without further ado (*snicker*) lets get on to the countdown . . .
TEN REASONS WHY I'M NOT GOING TO THE BALL
1.) I do not go out with guys
(sorry TY, yer just not my type, well technically you are, and that's the problem)
2.) Going with a BUNCH of guys does not make matters better.
(Seriously guys, not a selling point)
3.) No sane girl will willingly go with me.
4.) Any girl who'd go with me is not sane, and I don't go out with psychos either.
5.) I don't have a tuxedo.
6.) I HATE wearing formal clothing of any kind.
7.) I don't have 75 bucks to spare on the ball.
8.) My cheap friends won't lend me the 75 bucks I don't have to spare for the ball.
9.) I wouldn't be paying back my cheap friend who lent me the 75 bucks that I don't have to spare, for the ball.
10.) I don't have a pretty dress to wear to the ball.
(This self derogatory remark is made to poke fun in the spirit of points 1.) and 2.) and the pitiful female to male ratio at this ball.
Hey, you made it to the end, hope you enjoyed it, go ahead and pat yourself on the back, 'cause no one else will, loser.
As a closing note I'd like to add that none of the, ahem, information in this post is meant to hurt anyone, it's just for fun, and don't try this at home (I just had to say that), either ways, TY this means that I better not be finding any knives embedded in my back any time soon.
