Food for imagination II

You know how they wash the cutlery in school?

There are two humongous pails. One is filled with plain water, another with soap water.

The cutlery will first be thrown in the soap water and swished around for a bit before being dunked into the plain water.

Tadah. Washing done.

So this explains the unidentifiable stains on the last spoon you used.

Youtube myspace

When I search for songs on youtube, I actually want to hear the original version, not your shitty singing and amateur guitar skills.

Autopilot

Start>My Documents>School>Homework>Whatever ICA I'm obsessing about.

Alas, earwax!

Note to self: Never bring your earpiece out during editing again unless you develop a fetish for other people's earwax.

And by the way, when I said I want to marry an elf, I meant Orlando Bloom, not Dobby. Or Kreacher, although I'm sure they will be very obedient and are extremely good cooks.

Think:

Me: Oh, Legolas, you are so hot!

Orlando Bloom: And you are beautiful, my queen.

(censored activities)


Not:

Me: Oh kreacher, I'm hungry again!

Kreacher: I is preparing food in the kitchens, my wife! (bows deeply while wiping snout-like nose with loin cloth)


Neither:

Me: Oh Dobby, have you repaired my computer?

Dobby: Dobby doesn't know how to, m'am! It is beyond Dobby's magic! Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! (smashes head against wall)

SmarterChild

Is it possible for a robot to block me? He has been offline for months now.

I haven't been asking him stupid questions (e.g. what will the exam questions be?) for a really really long time.

I think

I'm in love.

My heart beats faster every time I look at my new jacket.

Ong nehneh

& her portfolio.

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Want.

Want.

No thanks.

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"I am going to Sydney tomorrow! No, actually, in a few hours time. Teehee!" (swishes hair)

..... (nose suddenly drops from excessive hair swishing)

More fail!

Actually

I have a lot of photos of myself to post (lucky you), but blogger decided to fail me. Ah well. Your loss.

FINE

I repeat: FINE.