OOPS caught you

It is becoming more and more obvious that we are in a typical great kingdom. Like England, we have a queen who is the utmost important person to the people. Like England, we practise the arts of music and soccer. Like England, we have a scandalous prince, and that's who we are going to talk about today.

We brats have been working on a totally yant-independent initiative called Orchopolis Outreach Progressive Society or OOPS for short. Our main job is to go out for social meetings, spread the word of our great kingdom and also discuss the importance of Yants in our lives. Sometimes we would invite a Yant along, sometimes the Yant will attempt to crash.

OOPS was holding its celebratory meeting of the Big Night. Among issues discussed, one of them was the impact the Yants have played in the organisation and execution of the Big Night. It was all thanks to them that we could see Pooh-bear wave his stick for so long. We felt really guilty for not inviting the Yants along. Some of the more emotional brats were on the verge of crying.

Suddenly, as if he read our minds, Dear Little Yant appeared right in front of us. We were all amazed at his mind-reading skills and also grateful of his presence that relieved us of our guilt. Further to our amazement, he took the joyous occasion to introduce our probable new queen. We the brats were certainly honoured that our leaders share such information with undeserving commoners like us.

Later, we realised that Dear Little Yant did not actually want to meet us there. It was wishful thinking on our part. He never really wanted to celebrate anything or release any news. OOPS!

Haagen Does It

Horh! Pooh-bear walked off on tuesday. Apparently, he was feeling lethargic because he hadn't had his daily pot of hanny yet. He was also a little bored of sitting down listening to ee ee orr orr and wanted to porn rehearsal. Nobody porns as well as a pornstar like him. The way he walked out was so confident and macho, his eyes containing so much character. I was so proud of him.

I wanted to exercise a little bit of my ownage powder by launching a suprise attack on the senior brats. I must say I was extremely effective as it caught them totally by surprise. I was able to give my long long lecture until all the brats could not take my bombardment of the Knowledge Of Rehearsal Arrangement Negotiation (KORAN). It basically means the art of holding pooh-bear back whenever he feels pornographic. This can be done by offering him perks such as a pot of hanny or the offer of special treatment (to ensure the perk, ahem) or not giving him an excuse to leave by either making him feel hot by turning air-con down or reducing the number of pornstar wannabes. Pooh-bear always feels a duty to pass on the art of porn to the next generation and would always grab the opportunity to do a live demonstration.

After imparting the KORAN to them, I gave the excuse of having to pick up Baby R-Yant and left the place without paying a cent. The brats had unknowingly treated me to hot water. But then again, it's a small price to pay for such absolute knowledge.

Reflection: The Big Night

It had been a long time coming, the musical journey, the adrenaline rush, the mass mental orgasm.

Most importantly, the chance to see Pooh-bear wave his stick around for a whole 2 hours.

Unlike all those unappreciative souls on the stage, I watched his stick throughout the duration of the concert. I grinned at his cheekiness when he tried to scratch his back with his stick. I tapped to the tempo he beat with the stick. I swayed in all the directions his stick went. I was jealous when he pointed his stick at the soloists (both male and females). I was disappointed when his stick could not take it anymore and stopped moving in exhaustion.

Overall, it was exciting, excruciating and erotic.

But that's only half of the story. The other half was the terror of a threat to my power over the kingdom which has always been absolute. Before the main show, some announcements had to be made. For some reason, some brat forgot that I was the true ruler of the Kingdom and started to give orders. DLY also joined the brat in dictating the kingdom. While I don't exactly mind the presence of DLY, I mind the fact that he was trying to use his power when I want to use my power. It was unbearable!

I had to give them a piece of my mind. Being a ruler, I measured accurately a piece of about 2.7cm by 3.2cm by 5.9cm and was about to wrap it up. However, i realised that I did not bring any wrapping paper and the unwrapped product might scare some important guests away. So i restrained myself and merely gave a short scolding which included repeating for the billionth time that I am totally in charge. Anyway, the waving stick lifted my spirits up again and made me forget to raise the issue again. I'm very proud of myself for my self-control.

That's about all I should say about the big night. FYI, due to not enough votes, the new year's eve eve incident shall be postponed to either when more votes come in, the character is really dying to say something or never ever.