cos someone wouldnt sharrap about it! tee hee rove ya!

chapter one

Pascal awoke to the cooing of the ravens, does ravens even exist, I don't know, but if they did, they'd sound a lot like crying babies. "Not a good start" he thinks to himself as he counts to ten, making a promise to himself to get up and cook some instant ramen as his stomach commands him to. "8,9,10... 11, 12, 13" still his willpower was nothing to be proud of.

He eventually overcame the spur of laziness that hangs before him like that creepy little woman from Ju-On, with the bed scene, and the creepiness, rawr!.. as he sat on his bed in a semi fetal position, poking on his knees that was still covered by his blanket. Yes, Pascal was a man that would still have his blanket on perfect as he sleeps, that is how lazy he is, he doesn't even move in his sleep. Brilliant writing here.

Pascal scratches and yawns his way into the kitchen, the surprisingly neat little kitchen, complete with all white cabinets that matches his fridge, his secret pride and joy. No dear readers, Pascal is not bent, he is as straight as an arrow, rest assured that I wanted to write a whole toilet scene where he takes an epic leak just to boost his masculinity, but I do have female readers and no, chivalry ain't dead. He opens up his well stocked pantry, that has almost everything besides preserved cow brains in 2% milk, because that would just be sick, its either full cream or nothing at all. He reaches for 2 packs of indomee mee goreng (sponsorship whore, I am, I am) opens both of them up and puts the kettle on, switches off the kettle, put water in and then put the kettle back on. Annoyed and reassured, Pascal began reading his emails....

to be continued, i might make this either a daily or a weekly thing, we'll go according to the responses that i get