Jarny Depp and The Stick Man

I would never have thrown myself into such a rushed relationship if I wasn't sure that IT WAS MEANT TO BE.

But IT WAS MEANT TO BE.

It was written in the stars.

Fate brought us together.

And here's how the story began.

I was sitting at the Dataran Sastera at my faculty back at my university one Friday morning, wondering what I should spend my money on.

All first year students who applied for it had finally received their PTPTN money a week ago, and everyone had wasted at least 30% of the moolah on such materialistic things like clothes, shiny new handphones, make-up and all that trash.

And I still had all my cash sitting comfortably in my account, waiting to be used...

So as I sat there at the Dataran Sastera, I began to miss my old friend Mendhi Gandhi -- My first guitar, given to me by my sister's friend.

'You know what,' I told Stephanie, a classmate I was sitting with on a bench that morning. 'I want to buy a guitar.'

'Really?' she said, popping a yellow M&M into her mouth.

I caught her eyes growing wider as she stared at something behind me.

'What are looking at?' I asked.

'Look behind you,' she answered with a smile as she took a blue M&M between her fingers.

I turned my head.

There was a display board behind me with various advertisements posted up.

"Second-hand laptops for sale!"

"Chinese roommate wanted!" ('Why does one have to be so racist?' I wondered to myself)

And under all those little pieces of multi-coloured papers, I spotted it.

"Guitar for sale."

I could hear it. Angelic choir music ringing in my ears.

A heavenly ray of light shone onto the little advert, highlighting every single word on that piece of yellow paper.

Guitar. For. Sale.

I immediately took the contact number and called the owner of the guitar that night.

And I purchased the guitar that following Monday.

And it was dirt-cheap, too, for something hardly a year old and still brand-new-looking.

I named the beauty Jarny Depp.

And here she is:


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Isn't she a beauty? I'm talking about Jarny Depp, not my sister Aida.

Finally, I had something to rock-out with on dull Monday evenings during that large chunk of free time I get between my morning and evening classes.

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Meanwhile, here's what my keen eyes have spotted during a trip to the loo one beautiful Tuesday afternoon.


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This isn't RIGHT, man.

Yeah, so we've seen our well-known and beloved Stick Man go through a lot of things, like:

Running through exit and entrance doors; waiting outside toilet doors; going downstairs and upstairs; crossing railway tracks like fools; getting electric-shocks, etc.

But seeing The Stick Man actually ON THE TOILET and CLEANING HIS PRIVATE BITS IS JUST SO WRONG!!!

I will never look at him the same way again.

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Lots of love for Jarny Depp, and none left for The Stick Man,

from Me.