Friday, December 19, 2008

FICTION! hahaha.

hallo WORLD! its me, thaqif. people nowadays love to create their fiction haha. it's 2.30am and i am still awake, so something just came out from my mind. thanks for Akon. *mahn, does he got anything to do with this? dood, just shut up. back to the first damn sentence haha. about this FICTION thinggy. ehem... here it goes.
me : dood, where's the goddamn soundtrack?! *shout!
no one : oh in which cd?
me : eeeh, yang.. ada picture Danny hotdamnsexypose tu!
no one : oh, i threw it away. i thought it was a.. yknow.
me : mygod! bukan porn tu yo! apatah soundtrack ku ni?! *tukar bah terus bahasa melayu hahaha.
no one : manalaa ku tau. here try this, Akon. majal Akon nya ni hahaha.
me : bh, antam ja. janji ada soundtrack.

...

now here it goes..

once upon a time, in one beautiful, unforgetable scenery with its skyline, namely Afghanistan.. there was a man. known as "chickykillerwardi". he was the most respectable man. with his deadly knife, one look from our eyes blinds and cuts off our 5 senses. he walked in not-so-beauty, with his cowboy-looked *wah, di afghan ada cowboy hahaha. eh shaddup! fully refilled gun hanging on either side of his belt. with his sharp eyes, bounties from miles away... thats impossible for him to shoot from that distance. his acurracy wasnt so accurate, he almost killed-- i mean he had killed his wifey while he practiced shooting birds. i havent found any answer of how could he shoot his own wifey while the birds were far above her. sambung.. ehem, he determined to go to Europe to search for something he called 'exeperience'. through city busy with fires and bombs, jungles, fighting with prehistoric dangerous animals, deadly saber-tooth tiger.. and finally, he reached the airport. he flew from afghan to Europe, and landed on a country called Britian.

after a long tiring journey, resting on McDonald with hot big burger on the table. glanced around, people busy with daily life. and glance at the main door, suddenly.. a guy with japanese traditional wearing, samurai held tightly by his arm, muscles tighten to show his strength. this chickykillerwardi wondered what did a japanese guy doing in Europe. people seemly to be afraid by his looked. just a blink of an eye, all costumers gone.. what was left, only one cowboy man with his guns upon the table, cigarettes on his mouth, 40 years old whiskey poured in a glass *does McDonald provide wiskey? c'moon! hahaha. --waiting for miracles to greet him. that japanese guy ordered one set of big meal. walked without sound, he sat at chickykillerwardy's table. conversation started while these two warriors staring at each other's eyes.
wardy : ...
japanese warrior : ...
wardy : apada yo?
japanese warrior : apa'adaaaaaaaaaa?!
wardy : apa'daaaaaaaa!

sudden silence --

the japanese warrior seemed to lift his blade and wardy merely sat, did nothing. a demon speed used by that japanese warrior made the 40 years old whiskey disappeared less than a second. just before he wanted to drink it, a bullet went through the whiskey bottle, speeding right infront of that japanese's eyes, and made a hole on the wall. and the worst part was, 55 casualties happened. he had forgotten how to use the bending-bullet skill. barely smoke came out from the tip of wardy's gun. with a melodic sound made by the metal from the bullet that came out from his gun, that japanese made his move with a great speed, a samurai named Dojima now lifted from its cover. stand by position. wardy stood up, guns ready for battle, knife ready to lick blood of asian.

Wardy : it has been a while... DannyDuck-san! it has been a while since you killed my beloved hotdamncutesexybitchy wife! i know you were the one who sliced the bullet into two and part of it went to her head! well, i wondered how you did it. mahn that tactic was so awesome!
Danny : yeah, it has been a while wardy! since you curved the bullet and went to the back of my sexyass! mygod, payahbh ku tidur!

both of 'em ready for the battle!

to be continued...

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