chapter 1, still but part 2, well... laziness ensues
Through the masses of phallus enhancing drug adverts and just plain old viruses (Pascal still hasn't marked these things as junk mail, simply because it makes him feel good,important, in a sad little way.. saaaad), Pascal found a gem in the miniature sea of shit that is his email account. A penpal(such a thing still exist, trust me, speaking from experience here) had sent him an email, a proper one. A smile carved unto his face as he reads through it, tis but a simple mail, asking how he was and how did the last assignment that he kept bitching about last week went, but still, its nice to get an email that isn't a facebook notification, many of you are nodding your heads in agreement i see..
The loud click of the kettle snapped Pascal back into his hunger pang as he was typing up a reply. Mechanical is perhaps the best term to use when seeing our hero cook the instant noodle, the pot, the stove, the hot water, all in almost one swift motion, in other words: da brotha got mad skillz yo! restecp! He taps the strainer multiple times, just to make sure that he gets all the water out, one of the worst things in life, i believe is soupy indomee.. ergh.. just plain ergh.. he then proceeds to mix in the strained, dry but cooked noodles into the mixture which he had prepared earlier, the order in which you mix your indomee reall says alot about you, no seriously, have a good think about that while i go through your stuff.
feeling cultured, he decided to use chopsticks, instead of the usual, more conventional fork. right before he left the kitchen, with the indomee in hand, he looked at the knife the had used to open up them packets of noodles with rather naughtily. with the courage of a straight man in a sailor suit, he threw the knife above his head in an attempt to proclaim a small victory in catching it in mid-air. the knife slipped, he juggled it with bowl of noodley goodness and chopsticks, praying that this death-defying act will not cause him any physical harm whatsoever. i would like to break the fourth wall here and say that i tend to do these stupid things when im alone.. if you dont or cant relate with what im saying here, then please leave the blog and never look back.. fucking nay-sayer! k now back to the story. the knife landed in a cliche' but most impressive manner of standing perfectly vertical having stabbed the wooden floor. with a sigh of relief, he pulled the knife out, threw it in the sink and moved on to his laptop.
Pascal logged on to cryingwhileeating.com, he does this a lot when he eats breakfast lately. it fills him with great joy pointing and laughing at them funny pictures.. having little training with the art of the chopstick, he pretty much gobbled up the noodles, the extra dryness in them surprised him for about a minute or so, right before he choked on it and died.
