Last night while doing shitloads of accounts homework, i felt something in my head. my head was sorta dizzy and my brain felt like it was cramping. it felt like it was gona explode.
I told my mama about this and she said,
"Najib anak ku sayang, i have something to tell you. Our family ani sebanarnya ada magician genes, so maybe, kau yang kalok dapat special abilities"
My jaws didnt drop to the ground hearing that. I wasnt surprised. I knew what my special ability was; psychic. how do i know? 'cause im psychic. zgheahhh. So what happened that night must be my psychic sense trying to tell me something, like a vision. But since i was doing homework, my brain was probably too focused.
So i continued doing my homework. Until... My hand, holding grip onto a pencil, started to draw and write things on its own. i wasnt conscious when this happened, i think. 'cause i couldnt remember anything about this. When i gained my consciousness back, i was at an art museum in Toronto. I just won the grand prize. I was overwhelmed by my artwork, but it wasnt the best from me *brushes dirt off shoulders*. I looked at my masterpiece, it had a picture of a chinese Harry Potter wearing an 'i love poklens and i know you do too' t-shirt. and surrounding it were words like 'anak benji', 'twenty third', '17', 'candles, cakes and MyNewCats'Ass ','i want a poem from najib'. I was clueless. I had no idea what it was trying to tell me.
All these made me think. I was thinking so hard it made me sweat like a pig. pig's orgasm lasts for 30 minutes. beat that, naveen.
So after 180seconds of thinking, i came to a conclusion, today (which was tomorrow last night) is Ian Chan Zhao Xiang's birthday. how do i know? 'cause im psychic. zgheaahhh.
Happy birthday cinalang poklen, Dato Ian!
im out,
siNajibWillMakeaPoemforIan
ps; somebody buy naveen a shaver.
