Ahhhh! Its Already Twelve and I Wanted To Write A Song.....

Readers should read from the bottom up and try to start from the first ever post just to understand some of the stuff that i say on my newer blogs

Well you kinda understood what I meant from the title

Its 12 A.M! And it feels like its only 8 P.M! I blame it all on the Prime Minister's genius idea to adopt daylight time savings. I dont want everything to start and end an hour quickly. My entire time table gone, kaput! Now a few must be thinking why I'm not writting my song right now and why am i blogging. Well the thing is that i can only write songs during 4 P.M to 11: 59 P.M and from

3 A.M to 12 P.M. I know I am wierd.....

Well this wasn't fun to find out it's 12 A.M already. I was rocking out to a Greenday song "Horseshoes and Handgrenades" and felt like writting a good song to cheer up the mood. What happens next?

Well I go to my PC and see the time widget very neatly beside that small MSN Messenger icon with a Green Box underneath it, yes I'm talking about the messenger guy who u see at ur toolbar, and I see that it's 12:10 A.M.

If you only saw my face

Yeah That's my face after seeing the time

I know I dont look that charming

but who does when you see that you wasted your

entire night by using the net and helping

a rather charming female friend with her

Pet Society related problems.

Yes i know i have a big nose =[

So anyway, STOP LAUGHING AT MY FACE!!!!! *ahem* well i found out that i wasted my day and the photo's caption already told you how i wasted it so i won't bother talking about it again.

And just for fun this is a conversation between me and Father Time who is apparently my age

Father Time : Haha i knew that you were a loser dawg

Me : Did you just say 'dawg' ?

Father Time : I sure did Nigga!

Me : Are you okay dude?

Father Time : Not really boy, I'm having a horrible time dealing with the daylight time savings thing. It is tearing me apart

He said this while throwing his Sundail to the ground

Father Time : Look! Even the Clock is making fun of me

Clock : I'm faster than you! Sucker!

Me : Do i take drugs?

Father Time : Your mom thinks so

Me : But I'm a good boy

Giving my adorable smile and STOP LAUGHING AT THE PHOTO!

Father Time : Sure you are *rolling eyes*

Me : Why do you exist?

Father Time : Ask Oprah or Ryan Higa

Me : Why put them here?

Father Time : I do not know boy, I do not know

Clock : Your getting old, old man! You cant even keep up with me anymore, I'm always an hour faster

Father Time : Oh now you did it!

For an hour i had to see an old man and an animate clock fight!

It was fun

Well the morals of this story are:

1# Keep good track of time because of the new daylight time savings don't make it feel the difference but you end up losing a lot of time

2# Please try to sleep early to avoid the consequences on 1# and will get you on the good side of your mother

3# It is fun to see an old man with a sundail and a clock badmouthing eachother and fighting

And Finally

4# MY PHOTO DOESNT LOOK FUNNY!!! STOP LAUGHING AT IT!!

This has been Wasi with his fourth blog

People should stop lauging at that pic right about now
I'M SERIOUS!

Elevator Stories, Beleive me this won't be the last

Readers Remember to read from the bottom side up

The building where I live is full of geniuses, especially the one's that I see when I go outside to the lobby where the Elevator is.

The House Elevator, infact there are two of them. Which means twice the numbers of geniuses!

So today I skipped lunch, without telling mom, and rushed to the 'private' class that i had at 4 P.M. By the way i didn't go to the 3 P.M class beacause I was too darn lazy.......

Anyway so since i live on the fourth floor and I am not a stair person, I took the elevator, I pressed the "Going Down" button which looks like a arrow pointing down. The reason why I'm pointing this out is beacause most people don't know how to operate an elevator.

Like the goons i encountered when the elevator doors opened.

These geniuses got out of the elevator with the most curious faces

They were like

Goon 1 : Where are we?

Goon 2 : I don't know do you know Goon 3?

Goon 3 : Not really i think Mofiz knows

Mofiz : uhhhhh ?

I was really in a bad mood and i had enough of this

I went inside the elevator (Now empty because all the goons and a man allegedly named Mofiz *which is a very parodied name in my country* are outside trying to figure out where they are)

And i pointed to the screen which shows in which floor the elevator pod is in. I didnt point at it actually, I poked it and made a loud noise by doing that because the goons and Mofiz might be blind too.

After looking at me for 10 seconds *wasting my very little time left necessary to make it to class* One Goon finally figured it out!!

Goon 2 : Oh yeah, fellow I think that we are on the fourth floor

Goon 1 : Now i get it! Good job Goon 2

The reason why i named these people as Goon 1 and Goon 2 because they have names which i didnt bother remembering. And anyone in Bangladesh knows that Mofiz is a name to remember! Anyway back to the story.....

Goon 3 : You are a genius Goon 2

Mofiz : *singing a bangla song*

Now we are inside the elevator

The conversation kinda goes like this

Goon 2 : Now boys do you get it, that is the screen that tells us in which floor we are in

Goon 1 : Ahh this is a wonderful machine

Goon 3 : Totally high-tech stuff

Mofiz : *looking at the screen and saying softly* Fafaour, thray, ta..tatwo, owaaan, ahhh jiiro

What century are these guys from ughh! And by the way Mofiz was counting down from four.... To zero i think

It felt like I was saved when the elevator doors opened... And this is not my only elevator experience... Become a Follower to know more of my elevator related stories and more stories to follow up!

This has been Wasi with his third blog

--- "damn it I can't stop blogging"