And we're here!

Talking (or in this case, writing) nonsense is an art. I kid you not. And we're experts in the field- you'll come to see that soon.

It was a typical day at work when we decided we'd make a hobby out the jabberings we usually would confine to the occasional inter-office email chat or after-work mamak session. What started as a small game to pass the time between projects and waiting snowballed into one long, weird composition of sorts.

You've all played it- 'Finish the story'- one person provides one line, and the next another... you get the drill. And what came out of it, was just too good not to share.

Why'd we start this blog? Don't know really, but what we reckon we'd give it a shot. Mindless fun if nothing else!

As we've prolly rambled on long enough, continue reading for our first ever 'pieced together' story. Please note- the following was not edited in any way- we know there're grammatical and consistency issues but it just adds to the fun of it.
Colour Code; Devena in Red, Jacelyn in Blue and Diana in Green.


She...

The rain hit the pane in a thumping motion almost in rhythm as she… stared out the window like a dieting woman looking at a tub of ice-cream... only to see the ice-cream melting in the tropical heat… which was rather surprising for a rainy day.. if it was actually happening, but the woman was only imagining the ice-cream and the melting-ness of it, like she usually did when she was very, very hungry. In fact, she imagined food on a daily basis- it was all she could do to keep from thinking of… the mundane-ness of her work life, the routined family life and of course, the one car she would never have unless she stopped supporting her parents in the Nursing Villa and decided to wear last year’s fashions. The horror! But she really wanted that car, it reminded her of….freedom, running over annoying people, ice-cream and all such good stuff, but… for now, all she could do was sit by the window of her favourite coffee shop, sipping a cup of steaming hot coffee, a book in her hand, and wishing her Bobby hadn’t gone to war, leaving her alone with bills and dreams whilst he….took photos of the war to post on his famous blog, with catchy and interesting captions, while being bored and frightened out of his mind, which is why… she is unable to comprehend the fact that even the life of a person at war, whose life is at stake every minute of the day seems more interesting and fulfilling than her own. She had to put her life at risk as well and hopefully in a very much more glamorous and exciting fashion- She knew what she must do- she had to go for National Service and prove… how stupid she was to join National Service when she is not drafted to join because she is soon kicked out of the camp. After realizing her mistake she knows what she must do to put her life at stake in an even more glamorous and exciting fashion; she must… go on a killing spree. "Oh the joy of slashing someone with a sharp knife and then hear them scream..." she thought to herself. But to do so she needed a foolproof plot- so she called Jacelyn Johnson- evil master dwarf of all things bloody and painful for her opinion on… the art and mastery of causing trauma and bodily hurt on another without having to put in much effort. The conversation went well, except the part where Jacelyn explained how to she practiced disemboweling a cow causing our heroine to realize in shock and horror that all this would clash very much with her vegetarianism...

To be continued... ;)