Romance of the Clouds: North American Space Bullcrap Del II (In Sorte Diaboli?)
Friday, May 11, 2007
This is definitely not the best time to post an entry, but I couldn't care less. I’ve got three stories that are due today and five interviews, which I haven’t figured what questions to be asked; yet I couldn't care less. I could care for a lot more, yet I wouldn't care less. All because Sgt. Asan has returned from France!! To those of you who are wondering who the hell Sgt. Asan is, refer to the P.Ramlee movie titled Sarjan Hassan to get a picture of whom I’m talking about. For regulars (if there are any) of my blog, Sgt. Asan is a play on letters related to my "North American Space bullcrap" post slightly over a month ago.

As I was saying, I’m putting all my work on hold till I finish this post about the Sgt., since its been two weeks since the whole of Omerta (related to the post after "bullcrap") outcasts and their seniors here at rage have seen her beautiful smile. Gosh, that last sentence could certainly be a measure of how senseless (don't make sense) I could be, right? As much as I hoped you guys would disagree, I believe I don't stand a chance against common sense. Back to Sgt. Asan. Her trip to France have certainly made a different person out of her, or at least to her skin.

I don't know what those children of the revolution have done to her looks, but Mademoiselle Asan is looking much prettier than ever, to the point that I had to look (stare?) at her for a full two minutes before finally realising that Matt Heafy (Trivium) might've had French blood in him as well. Words could never do justice to such exceptional beauty, and I’m not talking about matt, therefore I will try to snap a picture of her majesty the Sgt. to share with you guys. Daulat Tuanku.

Kirana signed off at 10:07 AM
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