UIO

Yes, I know. You people have heard of UFOs right? Unidentified Flying Objects. I bet, that the people reading the title must be scratching their already bald head, tearing their scalp into shreds trying to comprehend the abbreviation UIO. As a uber-gosu-h4x guy, UIO mean UnIdentified Object.

Yes, being the camwhore Kingston really is, Kingston volunteered to be my model and take pictures with the UIO. Sometimes I think that my N73 is more of a tool for Kingston's camwhoring habit. It's more of a curse, than a blessing. Next time I think I'll take a phone with a lousy camera when I'm meeting Kingston.

Ok, enough bitching. Pictures of Kingston with the UIO.





Next time when I try to take pictures, I'll do it more discreetly so that Kingston doesn't know that I'm taking pictures. If he knows, he will want to be in the picture, which is something I wouldn't want.

P.S : Yes I fucking know that the UIO is a product of some disassembling of some iron shit or the aftermath of accidents. Ffs, that's not even a UIO. Don't go believing me psychoing you that there are UIOs in this world. They don't fucking exist.

Fila.

Yes, I'm working in Fila now, instead of the "zomgwtfbbqliekliek" Shop and Save. Actually, Fila is also pretty "zomgwtfbbqliek" though not as h4x as Shop and Save.

Recently, the assistant manager said before we leave Fila, they will give us souvenirs. (By saying we, Kingston and I are colleagues now. ) I thought they will be giving us some of Fila products as a souvenir. Until today, my supervisor shed some light on what my punishment would be. All the warehouse Fila staff will catch me, tie me up to one of the poles in the warehouse, strip me naked, glue all my pubic hair together and put an egg over the mess.

Lucky for me, my supervisor has told me how to get myself out of this.. horrible "ohmygodilovethis" fate. He said unless I get a girlfriend, I will be subjected to this torment. So please, any females reading this, be my girlfriend or I will be execute.