Pots of syrup, drown this person already!

Hurrah, well done, gift sent, surprise, message, received, happiness, acknowledgement, end.

She made this really nice card for him. He supposes it took her quite a while. Why would she take time to make this? He does not want to question that, he knows. ;)

Amazing envelope of gift, rustic, minimalistic, suppressive, sweet, lovely, thoughtfulness.

Took a hint that the book is great, bought it, wrapped it up like a tropical eskimo and sent it packing for the new owner.

Elation, you better reside here!

Oh, just a bit more!

Robert Oppenheimer once said, 'The genius sees the solution before the problem.'. So this guy was looking at me and asked me what I was trying to tell him.

You know, I do not want to scrutinise into the words of Oppenheimer's statement, but can a solution be an ignorance as well?

It is an amazing subterfuge, and I believe it is the only way to survive in that Gulag camp.

Not planned, not crossed, not done.

This time I really outdo myself again, following nothing but the whims of my very hormonal dynamics. Professor Nash, I know you must be really disappointed in me for not attaining your equilibrium. Things are, however, looking up and I do not want to screw things up.

You're mine, I'm yours.

Once again another misconception surfaced and I was finally disillusioned yesterday night. Durian buffet at Goodwood Park Hotel. Ladies and gentlemen, this entry will describe a very effective method of torture I survived from.



Venue: Goodwood Park Hotel, Coffee Lounge
Price: Flea market cheap
Grubs: C4 paste



Very nice, really. DLSR still images, attractive font and mellow colour scheme. Really deceptive, I must say.

Okay, I have to say, every piece of work there is fabulous, like a gastronomical bomb waiting for battle. Once you have one in your mouth everything explodes, you feel like you're on food war. Virtually every part of your body battles with your mouth. Every inch of you wants to comment negatively on the durian lovelies, but your mouth resists. A true case of capitalistic mouth fighting a communist body.



Now this baby here bites. The puff head and butt are great. They will prance around once you have them in your mouth. Durian paste is evil which bites the tongue and teeth. Totally threatening. Run when you see this.



Devious mix of explosives. The middle sponge disc is madness. I had a hard time concentrating on a beautiful lady sitting in front of me when I was eating this. No comments on the pancakes.

Score: /

One bite of each is enough. Whatever you do, do not under any circumstances, eat more than you can handle. If you feel like vomitting, you may have taken too much of them. Our Chinese torture ancestors are probably interested in this method of torturing.

Company


Fernandez Bustamante


Chiam See Tong

Neology Part 1

Controllation: nounie noun To control.

Note: a nounie noun is a noun accentuated heavily by tranforming it further into a noun. A noun so nounish, it's sad seeing such a redundancy exists in life.
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Example of how to use it.

Fred: I have to urinate, nature's calling.

Sean: Asclep, there's no toilets here. You've got to control your controllations. We'll get there in time.

F: Yes I will. Just don't tempt me to uncontrollate my controllating controllations.

Guy on the phone: Oh! So it's central mall! Okay, I'll see you there.

F: You know, however good I am with directions, I still don't know how to get to central mall, so... Oh, look there's a guy that talking to his date on the phone! I'd bet all my controllation chips on this guy. I'm sure he'll take us there. Follow him!

S: Rubbish la. Act your age, Asclep. It's embarassing.

F: Sean, sometimes you've got to learn how to fly before you can walk.

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All hail the cake bride!

Epitome of brilliance. I have nothing to say. Whoever did this is godsend, to me, to you, to the model, to the photography enthusiasts and to everyone. I am all absorbed, so leave me alone and in the meantime, enjoy what you are seeing. =)

Stirred Emotions

Yvonne, ever since you crowned Dawina as my 'wife', I knew this will be most phenomenal moment of my life. Dawina, you're funny, weird, plethora of surprises and most importantly, you look great with your adorable cushioning. You crush ice, make fun of teachers and Yvonne Lee, talk to Charmaine about sex and argue with me. I enjoyed all of them.

Your loveliness discontinued my line of thought and I almost forgot about the central economic problem, scarcity. Men compete with each other for you, you are high in demand, and the price for your loveliness possesses an inelastically astronomical value.

I know it's daring for me to prognosticate a future for us. Allow me to lay it out for you, if you will.

We will probably have a child, Rosemarie Tay, who does not do well in studies because apparently, you cared too much on your research on the fusion of photonics and nanomaterials. Rosie is going to grow up a lady and she is not going to be decent. (I will have to further insulate my family from the tides of retrenchment and inflation, so I am not involved.)









Rosemarie Tay








I thought of the things we have to go through and that's right, gonads and strife.

















So far, I tried a lot of ways trying to break this to you. I was literally struggling for an outlet. Once again, your grace inspired me, for you asked me to write an entry about you. It is a fantabulous idea, I must say. I have to stop seeing you, Dawina, for I am searching the coniferous in a vast dating forest. We would eat Cripps Pinks under a Red Delicious tree (deriding!), sing Irish hymns people laugh about, ride unicorns and trickle the saltwater in a smelly beach, but that is not going to happen.

SINCE I am dating someone else.

Her name is Ginny Chang, an orthodonist, and she will keep the kids' teeth white and clean. She will come home early in the late afternoon, cook plates of vegetarian spaghetti (no onions and garlic, of course), fix me a warm bath, and reprimand the children on their Uncle Tidbits expenditure, while I will wash the toilet when I bathe and look into the mirror to find answers for Life's greatest questions.





















I am really sorry, Dawina. I miss you calling me Freddy Teddy, so, still friends?

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Disclaimer: All characters in the photos are residing in a harmonious and caring environment. Any resemblance to persons, fictional (legal) or factual, is quintessentially coincidental. And Daw, I am kidding. You know I am, right? =)