I don't talk to myself.

Yes you do.

Friday, May 1, 2009

12.

OK. Shall blog. Since I don't have anything in particular that I want to blog about, everything will be in pretty random order.

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I hate it when people text me asking me a math question. Why the hell would I answer a math question in a text? Do I look like I am terribly concerned about helping you solve what probably is a pretty simple question? Maybe (it's all in the charm). But no, I don't really want to, so don't please.


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I saw this woman wearing make-up in the gym on the treadmill.

Uhm.........

WTF?

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On a side note, did you know the word "tread" has an alternate meaning? It also refers to a male bird copulating.

Relevance to walking/running? I don't know, go figure.

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Some times people ask the stupidest question. Like when you've just fallen off a plane from like 40,000 feet into a bed of nails and some dumbass comes up to you and asks,

"Did that hurt?"

Oh, but of course not! See this blood flowing from this open wound right here *points*? That's all ketchup really. No no no, of course it didn't hurt. I'll be okay, really, this broken spine and abnormally twisted foot will heal soon. Definitely no pain at all!

I mean, what kind of a stupid question is that? Do I look like Wolverine to you?

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On a semi-related note, I just remembered something stupid I did in the past.

You see I was in Australia with the family and we were visiting my Dad's ex-classmate or something. And then so they had this little boy about 6 years old (I was like 10 or 11 I think) who had the cutest accent and a really adorable face and so I decided to like, you know, play with him.

So then we were playing with is toy trucks or something and then suddenly we get into a game of hide and seek. And so I'm hiding and then he suddenly rushes out of the room with a toy truck in his hand. After some searching he finds me and then for God knows what reason he starts assaulting me with that miniature 18-wheeler. It really hurt and I asked him to stop it but he wouldn't so then I started running away from him ( I wasn't the fastest ) and in my terror I ran into some sliding door made of glass.

Hey, it wasn't funny at the time.

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I realized that my right hand is quite a bit bigger than my left hand. Intriguing!

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Why is Michael Jackson white?

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Aunt told me she'd watched the Twilight movie and found it nice. I thought the Twilight movie was for flat chested 12 year olds fantasizing over a vampire who looks like he's been repeatedly dipped in a pool of bleach?
(Yeah sure every one, I'm just jealous.)

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Don't you hate how everything here in Singapore is so boring? Take our news for example. People overseas have headlines like (all taken off CNN's website):

Dozens of Taliban killed in crackdown
Mystery as poet vanishes on volcano hike
Driver dies after attack attempt on Dutch royals

OK and occasionally the sillier ones like:

Head-banging parrot proves that birds can dance

But here it's like:

Man, 26, caught littering for the SECOND time this year

Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooring.

Don't get me wrong but, surely there's something more newsworthy right?

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I grow tired of this senseless droning.

So I guess until next time,

Bye.

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