Tuesday, January 06, 2009
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look @ the shoutbox kthxbye.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
brb
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Internship...in sketches
Midget on a train (midget's point of view)
Signs made for the office pantry:
Do not steal popiah
Do not steal porridge
Do not steal lonesome kuih
cos Hungry person + Stolen Food = "WOIWHO STOLE MY POPIAH!!!!!!!!!."
The chunest transformer! HAAHHA
Oklah enoughlah
Thursday, May 17, 2007
我是华人
老师我很怕!
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Dang baby!
*grabs mic from The Queen of Hearts and stands under spotlight*
*gives a big wave and smile*
Hello to you and you and you and you! Hello hello hello! *ahem* Well, I too am a guess blogger here. I shall not reveal myself in case I break the oath of secrecy I've sworn to. I'm here to tell y'all losers how its like being an ice cream.
Yes. As happy as the lickers and suckers are when they eat me, they don't know what goes on beneath. First, I shall explain how I came to be.
It was a fine day like any other so a few friends friends named Milk, Sugar, Cream, Chocolate Chip and Fruit Puree decided to meet. Milk was telling us how it was like being squeezed and squirted from home. Poor fella. Imagine that. Anyway, they were all telling their stories of how the world began for them when suddenly, a big churning machine came from behind them and sucked them all in. They were helpless I tell you! Poor souls.
2 days passed. So from the day we had met up, it was already The Day After Tomorrow. The world froze. Jack Hall (Dennis Quaid) was still out the lookout for his son, Sam Hall (Jack Gyllennhaal). He was panting as he struggled to haul himself above all the wreckage only to settle upon the machine that we were all lying very still in.
“Hey, Sugar…you alright there buddy?”
Silence filled the churning cauldron.
“Milk? Fruit Puree? CREAM????”
Tears almost welled up in Chocolate Chips eyes. Fate had taken away his faithful friends.
No longer having the will to go on, Chocolate Chip took his last breath and settled on top of Cream.
Jack Hall jolted up as the machine he was lying on suddenly roared to life, choked and sputtered. Then silence. Out from the little mouth at the bottom of the machine lied the fruit of all the commotion a few seconds ago. This is probably what I looked like at that time.
Anyway, Jack found me so good. Kept licking me like how a dog would lick his master. He lived. He found his son. The world melted. And now we’ve got global warming. Such An Inconvenient Truth. Don’t you think so? Al Gore sure does. Anyway, that’s another story for another day.
Now, I come in different flavours, colours, shapes, sizes and I go easily with anything. Bread is a good friend of mine. Wraps me up to keep me warm. But that sucks coz I melt faster. Peaches just dilute me to the max. Some humans irritate me when they start coating me with some dark brown gooey stuff. Aren’t I good enough for you people??? I do like it though when it starts pouring colourful, sweet rain on me. =D
So, for you suckers out there, I go through a lot just to feed your fat tummies. But you don’t know my secret do ya now? Well, here’s a little something. When I enter your gross system, I go into places that you can’t find me at. For instance, your thighs. Try busting me there, fools. After eating me a while, you’ll have realized that I never leave your body and when more of me comes along, I will take over you and give a little present called High Blood Pressure or maybe Diabetes. See how lucky you are.
Well, that’s my little story for tonight. Hope you folks enjoyed yourself. Will be back here same time, same place if I’m not shot yet while in the WC.
Oh by the way, HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!!!
*takes a bow*
*gives a big wave and smile*
Hello to you and you and you and you! Hello hello hello! *ahem* Well, I too am a guess blogger here. I shall not reveal myself in case I break the oath of secrecy I've sworn to. I'm here to tell y'all losers how its like being an ice cream.
Yes. As happy as the lickers and suckers are when they eat me, they don't know what goes on beneath. First, I shall explain how I came to be.
It was a fine day like any other so a few friends friends named Milk, Sugar, Cream, Chocolate Chip and Fruit Puree decided to meet. Milk was telling us how it was like being squeezed and squirted from home. Poor fella. Imagine that. Anyway, they were all telling their stories of how the world began for them when suddenly, a big churning machine came from behind them and sucked them all in. They were helpless I tell you! Poor souls.
2 days passed. So from the day we had met up, it was already The Day After Tomorrow. The world froze. Jack Hall (Dennis Quaid) was still out the lookout for his son, Sam Hall (Jack Gyllennhaal). He was panting as he struggled to haul himself above all the wreckage only to settle upon the machine that we were all lying very still in.
“Hey, Sugar…you alright there buddy?”
Silence filled the churning cauldron.
“Milk? Fruit Puree? CREAM????”
Tears almost welled up in Chocolate Chips eyes. Fate had taken away his faithful friends.
No longer having the will to go on, Chocolate Chip took his last breath and settled on top of Cream.
Jack Hall jolted up as the machine he was lying on suddenly roared to life, choked and sputtered. Then silence. Out from the little mouth at the bottom of the machine lied the fruit of all the commotion a few seconds ago. This is probably what I looked like at that time.
Anyway, Jack found me so good. Kept licking me like how a dog would lick his master. He lived. He found his son. The world melted. And now we’ve got global warming. Such An Inconvenient Truth. Don’t you think so? Al Gore sure does. Anyway, that’s another story for another day.
Now, I come in different flavours, colours, shapes, sizes and I go easily with anything. Bread is a good friend of mine. Wraps me up to keep me warm. But that sucks coz I melt faster. Peaches just dilute me to the max. Some humans irritate me when they start coating me with some dark brown gooey stuff. Aren’t I good enough for you people??? I do like it though when it starts pouring colourful, sweet rain on me. =D
So, for you suckers out there, I go through a lot just to feed your fat tummies. But you don’t know my secret do ya now? Well, here’s a little something. When I enter your gross system, I go into places that you can’t find me at. For instance, your thighs. Try busting me there, fools. After eating me a while, you’ll have realized that I never leave your body and when more of me comes along, I will take over you and give a little present called High Blood Pressure or maybe Diabetes. See how lucky you are.
Well, that’s my little story for tonight. Hope you folks enjoyed yourself. Will be back here same time, same place if I’m not shot yet while in the WC.
Oh by the way, HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!!!
*takes a bow*
Thursday, March 29, 2007
I Love Poppies and Coke
Hello. I am Queen of Hearts.
I am today's guest blogger.
I am blogging on behalf of my vegetable friend here, seriousartstudent, who has well, become a vegetable since Wednesday February 28 due to severe schizophrenic behaviour and in manic depression state, she has decided to jump down 5 storeys below of her hostel block. Hence, the picture with no post on Wednesday, February 28, depicting cars parked neatly in a car park with yellow-orange lighting to convey her suicidal thoughts.
She has indeed, become a vegetable, but I have managed to establish a telepathic connection to her through my superior sensory organs.
Telepathy (from the Greek τῆλε, tele, "distant"; and πάθεια, patheia, "feeling") is defined in parapsychology as the paranormal acquisition of information concerning the thoughts, feelings or activity of another person, the implication of "paranormal" being that the information is not gathered using the usual five senses, directly or inderectly. (- Wikipedia, 29 March 2007)
Through one of my daily telepathic conversations with her, she addressed her utter grief at not being able to conduct her usual act of blogging due to her being confined to the bed at all times and being a prisoner of her own body. She does not want to disappoint her readers and thus decided to ask me to blog on her behalf, as a guest blogger.
So now, I am here.
In her blog.
Pondering what to blog about.
Oh wait, telepathic connection establishing. (I think she wants to talk to me) *laser shooting sounds in the background*
Okay, she has asked me to blog about my current insatiable cravings for the japanese noodle ramen.
Well, for the unknown, ramen is a Japanese dish served in broth, of Chinese origin. It differs from native Japanese noodle soup dishes, in that it is served in broth based on meat or chicken, as well as in the type of noodles and toppings used. Ramen is served with a variety of toppings, such as sliced pork (チャーシュー chāshū), seaweed, kamaboko, green onions, and even corn. (- Wikipedia, 29 March 2007)
Please proceed to click here to have a look at a fine example of ramen chicken noodles.
See how succulent are the chicken slices as they sit neatly adorning the bowl of ramen, so tempting and dare I say, seductive. Observe the thin layer of oil lubricating the noodles, enveloping them and tranforming them into brilliant strands of golden threads, morphing mere chicken slices into superior specimens of refined poultry delicacy. Take heed of the green sprinkle of spring onions as they float atop a sea of broth, adding live and vigour to the already glorious and sumptuous meal, bathing the noodles in green leprechaunish delight.
There, I think I have blogged enough of ramen noodles.
I shall leave you in amazement of that very bowl of ramen noodles I have been talking about and I shall bid you farewell.
Until then, see you my dear readers.
Signed and sealed with lots of love and kisses and hugs,
QoH.
I am today's guest blogger.
I am blogging on behalf of my vegetable friend here, seriousartstudent, who has well, become a vegetable since Wednesday February 28 due to severe schizophrenic behaviour and in manic depression state, she has decided to jump down 5 storeys below of her hostel block. Hence, the picture with no post on Wednesday, February 28, depicting cars parked neatly in a car park with yellow-orange lighting to convey her suicidal thoughts.
She has indeed, become a vegetable, but I have managed to establish a telepathic connection to her through my superior sensory organs.
Telepathy (from the Greek τῆλε, tele, "distant"; and πάθεια, patheia, "feeling") is defined in parapsychology as the paranormal acquisition of information concerning the thoughts, feelings or activity of another person, the implication of "paranormal" being that the information is not gathered using the usual five senses, directly or inderectly. (- Wikipedia, 29 March 2007)
Through one of my daily telepathic conversations with her, she addressed her utter grief at not being able to conduct her usual act of blogging due to her being confined to the bed at all times and being a prisoner of her own body. She does not want to disappoint her readers and thus decided to ask me to blog on her behalf, as a guest blogger.
So now, I am here.
In her blog.
Pondering what to blog about.
Oh wait, telepathic connection establishing. (I think she wants to talk to me) *laser shooting sounds in the background*
Okay, she has asked me to blog about my current insatiable cravings for the japanese noodle ramen.
Well, for the unknown, ramen is a Japanese dish served in broth, of Chinese origin. It differs from native Japanese noodle soup dishes, in that it is served in broth based on meat or chicken, as well as in the type of noodles and toppings used. Ramen is served with a variety of toppings, such as sliced pork (チャーシュー chāshū), seaweed, kamaboko, green onions, and even corn. (- Wikipedia, 29 March 2007)
Please proceed to click here to have a look at a fine example of ramen chicken noodles.
See how succulent are the chicken slices as they sit neatly adorning the bowl of ramen, so tempting and dare I say, seductive. Observe the thin layer of oil lubricating the noodles, enveloping them and tranforming them into brilliant strands of golden threads, morphing mere chicken slices into superior specimens of refined poultry delicacy. Take heed of the green sprinkle of spring onions as they float atop a sea of broth, adding live and vigour to the already glorious and sumptuous meal, bathing the noodles in green leprechaunish delight.
There, I think I have blogged enough of ramen noodles.
I shall leave you in amazement of that very bowl of ramen noodles I have been talking about and I shall bid you farewell.
Until then, see you my dear readers.
Signed and sealed with lots of love and kisses and hugs,
QoH.
