Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Today, I wanted to prove myself one point. So the question I asked is if women preferred chocolates or diamonds. And of course, I approached the ladies in my MSN to ask them what they preferred. Answers went like this:Sarah
Me: Don't ask, just answer. Between chocolates and diamonds, which will u choose?She: Think I'd choose chocs.
She: Cause I don't wear necklaces.
She: Or rings
She: Or bracelets
Me: Steady la you.
Friend 2
Me: Don't ask, just answer. Between chocolates and diamonds, which will u choose?She: Diamonds
Me: Why diamonds?
She: Diamonds cause I love em'. Got many colours. Chocolates only got black, brown and white.
Me: M&M comes in all colours what.
She: That's a candy, not a chocolate. Well, when you say chocolate, I think bar chocolates. Pure chocolates. Not chocolate candies.
Me: *Thinking* Fair enough.
Hema
Me: Which do u prefer? Diamonds or chocolates?She: *laughs* Only 1 choice can be made? Chocolates. To me, no diamond can give me the happiness and excitement when I indulge in chocolates. Chocolates no matter what color, whether bitter or sweet, are sometimes women's best friends compared to diamonds. Eat a diamond, die. Eat a choc, LIVE! [Philosophy]
Me: Ok.
With that, I ended the conversation with them. But none wondered nor realised why I posed such a question for. The idea is to prove one point. Ask a women a word and she'll give you a sentence. In this case, ask a question and she'll give you a paragraph of answers with one who took it an extra mile with philosophy. Adios.
Labels: Chocolates, Diamonds, Hema, Joanne, Sarah, Women
Thursday, March 22, 2007
We all witnessed an Indian spoof coldplay's yellow. Here's a group of them. This time, it's Snoop Doggy dogg. And by the way, are you munching on something? Remember to eat it when it's hot.Labels: Spoof
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
I've kept my word. Friendster has been deleted. My tag board has retired. And now, MSN address has changed. My new account will only make way for selected few and, of course, those who fall under the neutral zone. My 'Feel Me' column has been edited and if you wish to inform me of anything VIA email, the new mailing add is on the right hand column. Adios.Labels: Chat Box, Friendster, MSN
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
I'd call this piece of joke, Electrifying! Forwarded to my mail and was thankfully spotted by me before I unknowingly did the unthinkable. [Report as junk and delete] Read on if you think you're cool with dirty jokes.Two old pensioners are taking a trip down memory lane by going back to the place where they first met.
Sitting at a cafe, the little old man says, "Remember the first time I met you over 50 years ago? We left this cafe, went round the corner behind the gas works, and I gave you one from behind."
"Why, yes, I remember it well, dear," replies the little old lady with a grin.
"Well, for old time's sake, let's go there again. and I'll give you one from behind."
The two pensioners pay their bill and leave the cafe. A young man sitting next to them has overheard the conversation and smiles to himself, thinking it would be quite amusing to see two old pensioners at it. He gets up and follows them. Sure enough, he sees the two pensioners near the gas works. The little old lady pulls off her knickers and lifts up her dress.
The old man pulls down his pants and grabs the lady's hips, and the little old lady reaches for the fence. Well, what follows is 40 minutes of the most athletic sex the man has ever seen. The little old man is banging away at the little old woman at a pace that can only be described as phenomenal. Limbs are flying everywhere, the movement is a blur, and they do not stop for a single second. Finally, they collapse and don't move for an hour.
Well, the man is stunned. Never in his life has he ever seen anything that equates to this -- not in the movies, not from his friends, not from his own experiences.
Reflecting on what he has just seen, he says to himself, "I have to know his secret. If only I could shag like that now, let alone in 50 years' time!"
The two old pensioners have by this time recovered and dressed themselves. Plucking up courage, the man approaches the pensioner.
He says, "Sir, in all my life I have never seen anybody shag like that, particularly at your age. What's your secret? Could you shag like that 50 years ago?"
The pensioner replies, "Son, 50 years ago, that fucking fence wasn't electrified."
[I have to say that whoever the guy who approached the pensioners, must be a sick son of a stick. Adios.]
I came home a while ago after a solid game of monopoly. [Which I won with ease by the way] I don't know why but I am just at ease on days like this when I am out with my friends enjoying myself while winning and losing a few games. Counterfeit notes they may be but you ain't got no idea how 'happening' it is when you're clutching on to so much fun with your friends. Friends, who mean the world to you. Happening to the giduga I tell you. Anyhow, here's a riddle I was telling Madhu about during the play session:
Detective Sherlock gazed around the cluttered dingy apartment. The aging, famous columnist, Muthusamy had been fatally stabbed. His agent, Ram, had called the police when Muthusamy failed to submit his column to the Tamil Murasu.Muthusamy's body was draped over his manual typewriter. The detective glanced at the paper in the typewriter. It appeared to be the writer's column. The victim's head rested on the keyboard and had apparently hit random keys causing the last line of the article to be followed by "49t34 w5qgg3e j3". The detective was surprised to see that Muthusamy had used a typewriter rather than a computer. Ram, Muthusamy's agent, explained that Muthusamy found it therapeutic to pound the keys on his typewriter and despised computers.
Out of a list of acquaintances provided by Muthusamy’s agent, the detective questioned the following people:
1. Marikolunthu
Marikolunthu had been separated from Muthusamy for the last year and a half. Although initially the split had been amicable, lately things had gotten nasty about the latest division of their assets. Muthusamy was willing to give Marikolunthu the mansion and a generous lump sum payment, but wanted to draw the line at the excessive alimony being demanded by Marikolunthu's lawyer. Marikolunthu was living in the mansion and had a generous pre-alimony settlement and an extremely attractive new boyfriend, Veerasamy.
2. Jakamma
Jakamma was Muthusamy's current girlfriend. She definitely was a looker and by all appearances was extremely high maintenance. She was also the spring in his May/December romance. Although crying, she was devastatingly attractive in her designer dress. She had a Gucci bag, wore emerald and diamond jewelry and on her wrist, a new Rolex. The detective suspected her grief was for the loss of her "gravy train" and not for the deceased.
3. Ramasamy
Muthusamy's brother, Ramasamy, had been dating Marikolunthu when Muthusamy had stolen her away. Ramasamy still held a grudge and blatantly told the detective that he was glad his brother was dead and that he was a good riddance. He hinted that he might try to win Marikolunthu back now that his brother was dead.
After a brief investigation, an arrest was made.
The million dollar question is this:
Actually, why did I blog this for now?
Monday, March 19, 2007
Saturday was one of those extremely rare days that I woke up early in the morning. I was up at about 9am. Don't ask why. Happens. And with no other entertainment at home with the exception of the computer, I logged onto friendster for the last time to check if I got lucky overnight. Just doesn't happen does it? Anyhow, I saw a bulletin put up by esh darling. So I thought I could get a hand at it as well. And here are some selected ones that my friend thought I should put up:Describe your...
4. Wallet:
. Torn with absolutely no money in it and a POSB card which has not 'fingered' any ATM machine slot for over months.
5. Dream car:
. BMW. It's a dream car cause I can only dream about it.
6. Toothbrush:
. Yet to buy.
7. Jewelry worn daily:
. suffeRing
8. Pillow Case:
. Filled with my saliva.
10. House color:
. Pink and white. My mum did up the entire house. We had no say in anything except that the colour of the cement should be gray. [DUH!]
14. Piercings:
. Eye brow, tongue and soon, one will go up my ass.
What are you...
16. Wanting:
. A make out session.
20. Do you like the taste of blood?
. To be perfectly honest, with all jokes aside, I do.
28. Do you burn easily in the sun?
. I'm already burnt. What more?
29. Do you speak another language?
. ham sap lai?
30. What's something you wish you could
understand better?
. Women
41. Are u a good cook?
. The question is, are you a tolerant eater?
42. Have you ever eaten a snake?
. Once. Solid stuff I tell you!
43. Do the Chinese really use cats in their food?
. Ask the chinese! [Esh and I thought alike for this one]
45. What was the last movie u watched?
. Sex and the city. [It's full length porn. It does qualify under movies doesn't it?]
46. Would you rather find true love or be a millionaire?
. Both brings trouble. I rather be poor as always.
50. What do you like about yourself?
. I can go topless whenever I feel like it. Can you?
Labels: Bulletin, Friendster
Anyways, whether it matters or not, I wish to inform that my friendster accout has been deleted, my MSN add will change soon and the chat box also deleted days ago. Like I've mentioned in an earlier post, I just wanna be alone. I ain't looking for friends nor do I need anyone's comments nor company. The closest thing you'll get to praba will be this blog. Even then, on a me-to-you basis.
I beg all you to please keep away from me your sad stories. These days, I feel less bothered about people. I get insensitive to problems. Maybe cause I have my own ones to worry about. Maybe because I don't care anymore. Or maybe because I am a bad friend. Heck, maybe it's all of the above. Bottom line, I is soon to be history. Adios.
Labels: Chat Box, Friendster
Saturday, March 17, 2007
True friend test. If you haven't done it, no need to. I is will reveal the answers now.Question 1: What is my favourite colour combination?
Answer: Gold & Maroon. [CCB, I blog so much about the gold on maroon combination looking royal and you still get it wrong?!?!]
Question 2: Which one of the following places do I enjoy most?
Answer: Museum. [Yes, I did expect every single one to get it wrong. I love museums]
Question 3: When is my birthday?
Answer: I is touched. Almost everyone got it correct. Why? Cause the answer is right in my blog.
Question 4: Which is my favourite number?
Answer: 18. [Nothing to do with gangs. Not because my girlfriend/ex-girlfriend/fling likes that number or what so ever. I have been blessed with this number since young. It has been my jersey number ever since]
Question 5: Which was my secondary school?
Answer: Whitley Secondary.
Question 6: How many ex girlfriends do I have?
Answer: None. [Why the fuck do so many people choose the option 15? You all think I can't keep a girlfriend?]
Question 7: Which one of the following is my usual hang out?
Answer: St. George. [Who the hell, in the right frame of mind, hangs out in Tekka?]
Question 8: What is my actual full name?
Answer: Like Shree would love to see, it's Brabakaran.
Question 9: Which is my favourite alcoholic drink?
Answer: Vodka Cranberry. [If you got it right, be honest. You only got it right cause you 'tikam-ed']
Question 10: My favourite pastime?
Answer: Playing monopoly. [Only 3 people would know this. Out of which, one didn't attempt the quiz.]
There we go. The answers. And like I expected, Madhu, Durgesh and Esh got closer than any others. The rest, maybe you should call me sometime soon. We'll talk. Adios.
Labels: Who Knows What
To my dear wife:
During the past year, I have tried to make love to you 365 times. I have only succeeded 36 times which is an average of once every ten days. The following is a list of why I did not succeed more often:
54 times the sheets were clean
17 times it was too late
49 times you were too tired
20 times it was too hot
15 times you pretended to be asleep
22 times you had a headache
17 times you were afraid of waking the baby
16 times you said you were too sore
12 times it was the wrong time of the month
19 times you had to get up early
9 times you said weren't in the mood
7 times you were sunburned
6 times you were watching the late show
5 times you didn't want to muss your new hair-do
3 times you said the neighbors would hear us
9 times you said your mother would hear us
Of the 36 times I did succeed,the activity was not satisfactory because:
6 times you just laid there
8 times you reminded me there's a crack in the ceiling
4 times you told me to hurry up and get it over with
7 times I had to wake you and tell you I finished and one time I was afraid I had hurt you because I felt you move.
[Now is the reply from his wife to him.]
To my dear husband:
I think you have things a little confused. Here are the reasons you didn't get more than you did:
5 times you came home drunk and tried to fuck the cat
36 times you did not come home at all
21 times you didn't cum
33 times you came too soon
19 times you went soft before you got in
38 times you worked too late
10 times you got cramps in your toes
29 times you had to get up early to play golf
2 times you were in a fight and someone kicked you in the balls
4 times you got it stuck in your zipper
3 times you had a cold and your nose was running
2 times you had a splinter in your finger
20 times you lost the notion after thinking about it all day
6 times you came in your pajamas while reading a dirty book
98 times you were too busy watching football, baseball etc.on TV
Of the times we did get together the reason I laid still was because you missed and were fucking the sheets. I wasn't talking about the crack in the ceiling. What I said was "Would you prefer me on my back or kneeling?" The time you felt me move was because you farted and I was trying to breath.
Meanwhile, please be informed that I HAVE NO CLUE of who's subscribing to the e-mail updates. A friend of mine was playing a fool today. And the sad part, she made me feel like I was a nobody. Regardless of that 1.58m dwarf that she has always been from secondary school, she's still that cute lil' dwarf who bullies Praba till today. [I give you chance one hor, you cheena piang!] Hence, I got a lil' bullied, like this:
Friend: Hey, why I subscribe to your e-mail shit but got nothing one?
Me: Cause I haven't update la. How come you subscribe but I never receive anything to say that someone is subscribing to it?
Friend: How come ah?
Me: I asked you a question and you ask me back another?
Friend: Your blog what!
Me: That's true also eh.
Friend: Go check again la.
Me: Am saying this after checking. I don't have any clue that people are subscribing to it. That's scary.
Friend: Scary?
Me: Yea, imagine my enemies subscribe to it. And the best part, I don't have a clue that they're reading?
Friend: You so important until you got enemies meh?
Me: Damn! You make me feel like I am worthless you know?
Friend: Tell me something you're worth?
Me: Okay, tell you what, I give up.
Labels: E-mail Updates
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
How Much Do You Really Know Me?
Create your own Friend Test here
Labels: Who Knows What
Trust me on that. Adios.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Just to start off, I present to you 20 words that I find redundant. Think about it.1. Attached together. [How exactly are they attached if they were not together?]
2. Baby calf. [A calf is a baby. If a calf were to have a baby, I'd suggest you call up the vets]
3. Boiling hot. [Who the fuck taught you english?!]
4. Climb up. [Oh lord]
5. Crystal clear. [It is clear if it is crystal. Unless of course you forgot to clean it.]
6. Duplicate copy.
7. Elderly senior citizen. [Have you heard of a 16 year old senior citizen?]
8. Empty space.
9. Female daughter. [My aunt should be guilty of this. Though I feel that that she wasn't entirely wrong on this. Her second child is a MALE daughter. If you get the message.]
10. Free gift. [I've never heard of anyone who paid for their gifts. Have you?]
11. It's raining outside. [Where else would there be a rain? In your dining room?]
12. New & Improved. [We hear this in advertisements don't we? It's shameful when people in such high positions make such silly mistakes. Especially shampoo advertisements. If it's improved, it definitely can't be from the roman times. Take my word for it]
13. Newborn baby. [WTF?!?!]
14. Oral conversation.
15. P.I.N number. [P.I.N stands for Personal Identification Number]
16. Pair of twins. [Since when do twins come in the tens and twenties?]
17. Repeat again. [I used to have this english teacher back in secondary school who always threatened me with her infamous "Repeat again?!" whenever I talked back. When I questioned her once, on the word 'again' being redundant, she simply replied "That's American english". For all who were from my secondary school, it's our beloved, *cough*, Miss Bok that I am talking about.]
18. Tear apart.
19. Sharp point. [The only point that ain't sharp is a checkpoint]
20. Unmarried bachelor. [The minute I saw this word, I felt for all my brothers. Drifting away from the intended post, I was thinking of oxymorons when the word, 'single and married' got me a lil' worried. If you know what an oxymoron is, I think it's perfectly fine when you say "He's a married but single man." It happens. Really.]
Labels: Redundancy
I say: Old journalists never die.
What happens: They just get de-PRESS-ed.
I say: Old alcoholics never die.
What happens: They just lose their spirits.
I say: Old kings never die.
What happens: They just get throne away.
I say: Old architects never die.
What happens: They just lose their structures.
I say: Old balloonists never die.
What happens: They just get higher and higher.
I say: Old bankers never die.
What happens: They just lose interest.
I say: Old beekeepers never die.
What happens: They just buzz off.
I say: Old magicians never die.
What happens: They just disappear.
I say: Old botanists never die.
What happens: They just wither away.
I say: Old musicians never die.
What happens: They just de-compose.
I say: Old photographers never die.
What happens: They just stop developing.
I say: Old cleaners never die.
What happens: They just kick their buckets.
I say: Old driving instructors never die.
What happens: They just come to a stop.
And lastly, since my national service (NS) is just around the corner, it is only right that I wrote something that involved the NS.
I say: Old army soldiers never die.
What happens: The young ones do.
Labels: Word play
Monday, March 12, 2007
For those who don't have a clue:It's the much anticipated 12th of march. How much of a significance this date has to you, I ain't sure. But definitely one which is gonna cause a transition in my life. It's judgement day at the Subordinate Court tomorrow. By nightfall tomorrow, I ain't sure if I'll ever be the same again. Heck, I ain't even sure if I'll be around.
Everyone is leaving. From close friends to people that matter till my mum, everyone is leaving. I've tried to be a good friend, I've tried to be a good boyfriend, I've tried to be a good son. All of which, with fail. I guess I really am that hopeless after all just like my life is. It hurts to disappoint. It really does. A great deal of things running through my mind. And I ain't sure how I'll react tomorrow after the verdict has been passed with all these other problems in hand. Will I even react is the question on my mind.
I have been isolating myself from everyone. I like the feeling of being on my own with no one havin' to bother me. Everyone keeps askin me why I don't chat with them as often these days. The above mentioned is the reason why. I've been thinking on changing my MSN add. I just want to move away from everyone. I wanna be left alone. I feel so confused. I don't like this shit of explaining what has happened. Who the fuck are you to me? With the tag board soon to be removed, the closest thing to communication with me would be this blog. Even then, on a one way basis.
Do me a favour. Leave me alone. I ain't interested in making friends, I ain't interested in finding a girlfriend, I ain't looking for a nanny. So no reason why you should be entertained. But of course, if I owe you something, my number is there for you to call to get me. Get me at my home. Anyhow, if I feel like it, and if the need arises, I will explain tomorrow night what all this is about.
For the people this post is addressing to. For the ones who know what's happening:
You'd probably know a lil' bit of what I'm going through. Not entirely. Definitely not. I came back early this morning and ended up sitting down with tears in my eyes. I kept telling myself "Praba, please don't cry. Keep your head up. Even when the road was hard, you never gave up. What happened now?" You know what's with my mother. You know what's with the court case. You know how much of an impact the verdict will have on me. I is expecting the verdict to be of my favour. All is said, I'll keep my fingers crossed till 4pm. Adios.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
I'm bored. Why aren't you doing something more useful than read this post and figure out what message this post is trying to put across? Go and sleep la. And by the way, LIVERPOOL WON!
Labels: Boredom
All is said. I hope you understand why your blog link has been removed when you come to find out that your name doesn't appear here anymore. Take it to heart or not, like some people, I could care less. If you've got to go, you've got to go my friend. Adios.
Labels: Blog Links
Guess who made it to the quarter finals of the champions league?
Guess who knocked the giants, Barcelona, out of the title race?
Guess who is sending a warning to the rest of Europe?
I would now like to take this opportunity to ask:
BILA BILA SIAPA TADA KALAH??
Labels: Liverpool
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Labels: Comics
If you're interested in joining a Bhajans, MSN me. I is forming my own bhajans. Don't need to worry, rest assured, it will be a very decent one. All the more better if you're thinking of forming an Urumi group. My friends are on the waiting. Guys/Girls both wanted. If interested, MSN me. Add is on top right.
On a different note, I is in need of a favour. If you're one who listens to a lot of devotional songs like I do, then you might be the person I'm looking for. Click here and here to see if you're in possession of what I want. Made better if you had the song itself. I'll pray that I'll sign in tomorrow with someone waiting anxiously to send me the song. Adios.
Labels: Rappers, Weakest Link
Monday, March 05, 2007
Thanks to santhosh for the finding. And bizet73 for the video. Here is the kavadi video. Not that long though. Just 25 seconds.Labels: Thaipusam 2007
1. When asked "Is something wrong?", reply 'no' then get pissed off when you are believed.
2. Become attracted to someone because he is outgoing and loves parties. Start dating him and then immediately expect him to stop this behavior..
3. Always take an hour longer than promised to meet up.
4. Camouflage 'very important' events in very unimportant terms so you can have something to be pissed about when your boyfriend declines. [For example: You say "It's no big deal, but I was wondering if you would like to visit my parents with me if you're not busy this weekend." when you actually mean "It means a great deal to me for you to see my family with me this weekend whether or not it is possible!"]
5. WHINE.
6. If you are trying to sleep, it's because you're exhausted from your almost superhuman level of daily achievement. [When I sleep, it means I am lazy]
7. No matter what the activity, he doesn't do it as well as a past boyfriend.
8. If he pays attention to you, he is smothering you.
9. If he gives you space, he is ignoring you.
10. COMPLAIN.
11. Hate any bar he likes.
12. Demand to be treated as an equal in everything. [Except when paying for meals, movies, concerts, beers, clothes etc.]
13. Declare PMS at any given time. If he is knowledgeable about your cycle, tell him you're irregular from all the stress in your life.
14. Remember that ANY woman who so stares as much at your boyfriend must be labeled a SLUT and your network of friends must be informed immediately to spread this as quick as possible.
15. Make his life miserable by making him feel guilty about doing anything other than catering to your needs.
16. Break into tears for no apparent reason.
17. Ask for help in some endeavor then become livid when it is given.
18. Merge yourself into your boyfriend's group of friends. Break up with him then make sure you are present at every gathering for the next few months just to rub it in.
Labels: Women
Saturday, March 03, 2007
It's about time I put forth to you why I is grateful being born a male rather than a female.1. My last name stays put.
2. No one's gonna spike my drink and chocolates are just another snack.
3. I can never be pregnant. [Phew]
4. I can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.
5. Heck, I can wear NO T-shirt at all to a water park.
6. I can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 23 minutes.
7. I don't really have to worry if my underwear's showing whenever I squat.
8. Wedding dress- $5000. Tux rental- $100. [I is not planning on an Indian style wedding]
9. People never stare at my chest when I'm talking to them.
10. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle my feet.
11. One mood. [All the time]
12. Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
13. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
14. My underwear is $8.95 for three.
15. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough for me.
16. I never have strap problems in public.
17. Everything on my face stays its original color.
18. I only have to shave my face and neck.
19. I can wear shorts no matter how ugly my legs look.
20. I have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
And lastly, my favourite and also the reason for this post.
21. The world is my urinal.
[The war has begun. Tonight @ 8pm. ESPN channel 23. Don't miss it for anythin' else in the world] Just in case you're pondering over the word war, it ain't entirely about the war between Manchester United and Liverpool. It's about the war between my mum and her die hard liverpool fan of a son-me. Thing is, my mum is a Man United fan. The rest of us at home are dedicated Liverpool fans. Everytime there's a match between United and Liverpool, she makes it a point to sit in front of the TV and irritate us. When it comes to this, I is usually on the quiet side. Even when she mocks me, I is usually quiet and hardly react to her comments. But tonight is not gonna be one such taunting night. I is gonna meet up with all my friends tonight to watch the Liverpool game. [Though I am the only Liverpool fan there] Let's see what unfolds. And to all my dear Liverpool faithfuls, we'll wait till the final whistle. Victory will be ours.
And just before I take my leave, I'll leave you with the AntiVBrigade's 'Tale of the two cities'. Worthy of the read.
Click here for part 1 and here for part two. Adios.
Labels: Liverpool, Manchester United, Mum
2. I've learnt that no matter how much I care, some people are just assholes.
3. I've learnt that it takes years to build up trust. And it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.
4. I've learnt that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you better have a big willy or huge boobs.
5. I've learnt that I shouldn't compare myself to others. There are more screwed up people than me.
6. I've learnt that I can keep vomiting long after I think I'm finished.
7. I've learnt that we are responsible for what we do. Unless we're celebrities.
8. I've learnt that 99% of the time, when something is wrong, it's never the parents but the kids who're blamed for.
9. I've learnt that people that I care about most are taken from me too soon and all the less important ones just never go away.
10. I've learnt that I really don't know why I'm typing this wasting my precious time instead of surfing porn. [Grins]
Labels: Lessons
Friday, March 02, 2007
Today, the same coffee shop uncle you read about here, gives me back one. When you give, you must always be prepared to take. I wasn't. I walked over to his shop today to get myself two cigarettes. They sell it on the loose in Tekka. So it started and ended like this:Me: Uncle, gimme 2 sticks.
Coffeeshop Uncle: Uncle where got two sticks? Uncle only got one la.
Me: *Shocked, stunned, startled and whatever other word which starts with a 'S' and ends with 'ed'*
Motherfucker, he started the war now. It's either he sell his coffeeshop or I sell my house. It's either I is in Tekka or he is in tekka. It's either him or me who dies. I prefer the former for everything. It hasn't ended. The war just about begun. Adios.
Labels: Coffeeshop Uncle
And speaking of A level results, I had a very weird but definitely a happy dream yesterday. Esh got 7 A's for her A's. It's never likely that Praba dreams for results. Especially others. But it happened. Nevertheless, let's all pray the dream comes true. And let's all wish miss Esh the very best. [Though we know women are never contented with anything. They just want the sky]
Adios.
Labels: A Levels
Thursday, March 01, 2007
There lived a king. The king had a beautiful daughter, the princess. But there was a problem. Everything the princess touched would melt. No matter what. Metal, wood, stone or anything at all she touched would melt. Because of this, men were afraid of her. Nobody would dare marry her. The king despaired. What could he do to help his daughter? He consulted his wizards and magicians. One wizard told the king, "If your daughter touches one thing that does not melt in her hands, she will be cured." The king was overjoyed and came up with a plan.
The next day, he held a competition. Any man that could bring his daughter an object that wouldn't melt would marry her and inherit the king's wealth. Three young princes took up the challenge. The first brought a sword of the finest steel. But alas, when the princess touched it, it melted, and the prince went away sadly.
The second prince brought diamonds. He thought diamonds are the hardest substance in the world and would not melt. But alas, once the princess touched them, they melted. He too was sent away disappointed.
The third prince approached. He told the princess, "Put your hand in my pocket and feel what is in there." The princess did as she was told, though she turned red. She felt something hard. She held it in her hand. And it didn't melt!!! The king was overjoyed. Everybody in the kingdom was overjoyed. And the third prince married the princess and they both lived happily ever after.
Question: What was in the prince's pants?
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