  auuuuu-tohhhh-BANNNNN. excuse me. it's almost twelve, i'm feeling hungry and cranky and no one will make me a hot bowl of porridge so i guess that i'll have to go make one myself.
at the start of "autobahn" there's the sound of a car that sounds exactly like a damn datsun. one of those very old ones. they don't creak like most old things do, they rumble like a curmudgeon and threaten to collapse in a whole heap. i was from a very kampung primary school, and our teachers were generally kampung-ish, until they decided to hire a few sluts. in the morning, a cikgu would drive in with his carpark and i'd just beam in approval. but i approved of anything in those times.
yes sir, there are some places where you could actually drive an old datsun into without fear of shame. cy: "the most delightful feeling in the world is to wake up on a slightly frosty morning with your boyfriend licking your toes and feeding you cornflakes and other bite sized fruit slices -- one flake at a time, dear -- and the pillow has the slightest evidence of last night's naughty activity: an undescribable smell that you once deemed absolutely disgusting is now a symbol of fluttering butterflies and hearts struck by cupid arrows and all that romantic nonsense. but all that would be ruined if he weren't doing a perfect mccartney rendition of 'dear prudence'. hehehe! " me, in response: "the most delightful feeling in the world is to tell someone to fuck off, and he actually does that. " kd, somewhat amused by our exchange: "the most delightful feeling in the world, is to have her [cy] wake up in that room, and have her boyfriend do all those stupid things, and come to realise that her name isn't prudence, and they never had sex either.
" cy's boyfriend (whose IRC vernacular has been very much cut down in this edit, thank you very much): wa.... i don't mind..... i'll go book a hotel now.... kekekeke (ewww! what brand of masculinity is that? ) no, um, i better go make myself porridge now. 
