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Saturday, November 12, 2005

Birthdays

I'm actually supposed to be watching 'Frequency' now.

But...'Put the lime in the Coke, you nut.' turned me off completely.

This entry will be short.



Today is my sister's birthday.

Tomorrow will be a classmate's birthday.

The day after tomorrow will be a previous classmate's birthday.



Luckily, I'm not close to any of them.

No gifts required.



Drowning in 'Luxurious'.

S.t. turned into a dumpling and typed this at 11:15 PM

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Chain Mail


I found myself laughing as I deleted 'Written Report', 'Survey' and 'Annex' from

my inbox a few minutes ago.

I wonder if it was due to the happiness I felt;

Project Work was finally resting in a glass coffin,

to be exhumed in the year 2007.

Or was it because of the agony I experience,

once again staring into my tainted monitor.

Then my butt started to itch so I stopped laughing.




Then I found something worse than Project Work in my inbox.

Chain-Mail.

No, not armour.

It's Chain-Mail.



One of the titles read, 'Why boys like girls.'


I always thought that was because of genetic manipulation,

but then...


Of course.


As usual, I was wrong.

The 50 odd reasons given didn't give the slightest hint of...

We were made that way.


Enlightened.

Well, the following reason has to be a winner.


12. They look so warm even though it's minus 30 degrees outside.


I didn't understand that.



Anyways, Chain-Mails always come eqiupped with the following section.




Send to 5 people: You will have good luck.

Send to 10 people: You will have extremely good luck.

Send to 15 people: Good grades will follow you.

Send to 20 people: You will become a highflyer.

Send to 25 people: Who is Bill Gates? You are!


And of course...


If you don't send this email to anyone, or less than 5 people,

you will experience bad luck all your life.






This kinda explains why I'd been having bad luck ever since

I told people about my email address.









Just to add on,

You send 5 people, 10 people, 20 people I also not scared!

S.t. turned into a dumpling and typed this at 7:43 PM

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

I'm back!~ *Temporarily*

Yes! I'm back!

*Laughs out loud~*


For those of you loyal free bored enough to access this blog,

you caught me on a good day.

The winds are howling, the leaves are rustling,

and most importantly,
my monitor isn't red!

Ah! Isn't the world such a nice place.

My mood is a balance only affected by an

equilibrium constant km (equilibrium constant of monitor).

I command you to laugh now.

You know it's funny.

Okay, so it's not.



I think I speak for everyone when I say

we drew sighs of relief when the OP
finally ended.

After all, some people can finally be rid of

unproductive group members (points to myself).


Along the way of this Project Work, there were queer moments, lousy moments,

and gay moments.

Ahahaha.

Now it's time to be unkind and gloat over failed ideas.

Yes. I'm that evil.

Failure number 1: Use racoons to steal from neighbours.

Pity it didn't work out, I was positive there was a market for this.

Failure number 2: Use rafflesia to produce a conducive environment

for skunk courtship.

Multiple people agreed on that, but, whatever, it failed.

Ahahaha.


Failure number 3: Use cactus to help Singapore to stop sucking on

Malaysia's milk life-force water.

Ahahahaha.

Failed!

And the list runs on...

Note: The ideas I quoted were good!

(yes, even the racoons, in my opinion anyway.)

They juz didn't have enough chance for development,

since better projects were introduced.




Introducing the candidates!



Contestant Number 1: Wasabi Toothpaste!


Weighing in at roughly 150grams, this gooey green paste

aka. Wasabi Japonica, with its isothiocyanates and blardy enzymes

is a tough competitor in the race for 'Best Invention'!





Contestant Number 2: Blueberry Sugar!

Quoting from the inventor's group, will the Almighty Blueberry Sugar

be able to cast its superiority in stone?

With its overwhelming traces of anti-oxidants,

Blueberry Sugar will definitely be a favourite for old-timers!




Contestant Number 3: A Hairy Issue.

This reporter recently asked the leader of this group,


"Did you grow your hair specifically?"


Although hesitant, the leader eventually replied with a yes!

That is reason enough for people to vote for him!


Such compelling charisma!




*Reporter is currently puking after typing the previous statement.*




~Transmission~

~Please Standby~





And we are back on our feet once again!

Lining up the fourth row of the nominated inventions is.....



Contestant Number 4: Pitcher Plant Cum Juice!

Likewise to contestant number 1, this group is also bringing plants

and their entourage of bloody enzymes! The digestion of dead insects is bound to

rile several insects lovers! Gothic fans will go wild!



"Ooh! There goes its brain! Its limbs! I just love the gore!"

Quote by: Yours Truly.





And bringing up the rear of the nominees....




Contestant Number 5: Jet-Black Ammo, originally, but now contorted into

Black-Jet Ammo!
(What a shame)


Fronted by a polygamist as well as a self-proclaimed
'sexy chick',

what's stopping this team?



Just a little something that I call

Me.



My doubts about this project still stand firm.


Well, maybe I'm just sore from being the only person in the entire level

to say
'lor' during the Oral Presentation.



I just realised Yiyang's group used CP's preliminary Idea and vice versa.

And there's a phrase for it.

Infringement of Copyright Laws.



May I add that chopping up dead ants is cruel and

that himself's toilet looks nice? yes?





I hope you enjoyed the read.

Msn is down, for reasons beyond me.

S.t. turned into a dumpling and typed this at 8:50 PM