Simply because this is my second post in a single night. Still in the mood to write, apparently. And still in the mood to BURN stuff. But nah, lets not burn stuff. Instead, i'll cheat and post this pre-written snippet of something i should have but did not submit for some top-secret conpetition. It's so secretive, i dont even know who the hell organized it. So, without furthur ado, here, answering the question 'What makes me, me', part 1 of:

[Firo's Grand Berjohma]
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Let’s take a walk then. A walk around myself, and have a look at the scenery. Imagine, a great sanctuary of ancient flowers, blossoming in full splendor with a cloudless sky and a light breeze in your face. Now, set that place on fire, throw in some screeching goblins, a band of armadillos walking in a perfect circle and a crazy flying hybrid of a bat and an Olympic body-builder. Welcome to my world! Exciting isn’t it? But then again, this may not be the case all the time. Same with the plans part, replace the word ‘always’ with ‘most-of-the-time’. I work on MOOD. Yes, MOOD. MOOD determines just how intelligent I am at any given point of time, my set of talents, personality, and just how well I can control the urge to twist you into a squishy soccer meatball. Simply put, my MOOD scale is to tell just how safe I am to everyone, including myself. Don’t ask me why I have to capitalize MOOD. I just felt like it.

But just like everyone else, no matter how twisted I am I still have a set of things I like and dislike, and one major factor is how smart you are. If you can tell me where the galaxies came from, you are my bestest friend, ever. But it’s okay if you can’t. I have yet to meet such a person myself, so for the time it takes for one such individual to appear, I’m okay with average intelligence.
However, what really ticks me off is when someone is stupid beyond reason. The kind that walk into walls, cry out in pain and scream for someone to restrain the closest person to him from trying to rob his kidneys. Or the kind that sells cartoons in CDs and accuses the potential buyers for stealing them and forcing 7.23 billion out of them. Same thing. Stupidity is something I cannot stand. If you ask me about how much that S$5 note is worth in Singapore, prepare to get sent to the nether realm by a 3-fingered uppercut of doom. Intolerable I tell you.

And so, that's that. I find this part the more entertaining of the whole bullcrap, so i wouldn't be posting up anymore from it.

And what is a 'Berjohma'? No idea, made it up. Why? Because im sexy like that.


Firo, out.

p.s. if you have anything interesting that you think i should write about, drop me a message in msn, i'd be happy to hear it. Still in the mood, you see ^^