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Wednesday, September 19, 2007

12, not 13. Part 1

At the end of the Millenium, Satan was cast into the Lake of Fire.
All souls and spirits were gathered in the court of Last Judgment waiting to be judged by God.
The queue was long but it was almost my turn.
Turning back, I saw Brandon queuing right behind me.

Me: eh, how come u're here? i nv see u just now.
Brandon: u blind lah u.
Me: whatever, going to be judged liao still scold ppl somemore.
Brandon: haha later u sure kanna, do so many wrong things.
Me: like u nv like that. i bet u'll go have fun with satan in that lake.
Brandon: i'm sure. i bet u will.
Me: u will.
Brandon: u will.

Voice: next, steven.

Brandon: haha, ur turn.

I went forward. The angels stretched out long scrolls of manuscripts.

Voice: mmmmmm, steven.
Me: yes, i am.
Voice: aren't u the one who microwaved the ants?
Me: errrrrrrr......

Brandon was laughing and shouting behind.

Brandon: haha, yes he's the one. hahaha, he also played circular motion with cats, put salt on snails and ..............
Me: shut up brandon! damn it. oh i'm really really sry about those terrible stuffs i did.
Voice: it's okay, u're forgiven. however, u'll be sent to the "torture animals" cell in hell for two weeks as a punishment. i hope u'll learn ur lesson.
Me: phew, two weeks only, thank you.
Voice: errrrrrrr, just for ur info, two weeks here is twenty thousand mortal years.

Me: ooooooooommmmmmmmggggggggggg.
Voice: yes? why are u calling me?
Brandon: hahahahaha, what a loserrrrrr!! enjoy ur "two weeks only" vacation. hahaha.

I was like "damn it! stupid brandon".

While i was slowly being led away by an angel, i heard the voice behind saying......

Voice: brandon, i heard that u're not a virgin since 13.
Brandon: no, you're wrong. i was just........
Voice: oh ya, i was wrong, according to this scroll here, u're not a virgin since 12.

I was laughing like a hyena. "I knew it since the first day I met him, I just knew it." I said to myself.

Voice: you'll go to hell for two weeks also.
Brandon: nooooooooooooo!
Voice: errrrrr, the "no chiobu" cell to be exact.

A PURELY FICTIONAL STORY.

i somehow thought of it just now when i was trying to microwave ants again and was thinking that maybe i'll go to hell for that.

Steven saw the light at 10:36 PM

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