I think too much, i'll grant you that. Suddenly, i wanted to laugh, and then suddenly it ain't funny again *sigh* More and more memories and little things come to light as i think about them. The peices are starting to fit into the puzzle. Here's a forwarded mail i recieved, which i thought i'll share with my blogders. I shall henceforth be reminded, that i am not the only one in the world who is full of subtlety in little things.



[Begin Fowarded Mail]

Tree

The reason I'm called tree is because I'm good at painting trees. Overtime I start to use a tree on the right hand corner as a trademark for allmy watercolors painting. I have dated 5 gals when I was in Pre-U. There's one gal who I love a lot but never dare go after her. She doesn't have a pretty face, doesn't have a good figure, doesn't have outstanding charm. She is just a very ordinary gal.I like her. I really like her. Like her innocent, like her frankness.Like her cuteness, like her intelligence and her fragility. Reason for not going after her is because I felt somebody so ordinary like her is not a goodmatch for me. I'm also afraid that after we are together all the good feelings will vanish. I'm also afraid other's gossips will hurt her. I felt that if she's my gal, she will be mine ultimately & I don't have to give up everything just for her. The last reason, made her accompany me for 3 years. She watch me chase after gals, and I have make her heart cry for 3 years.

She wants to be a good actress and I'm a very demanding director. WhenI kissed my 2nd girlfriend, she bumped into us. She was embarrassed but smile & say "Go on!" before running off. The next day, her eyes was swollen like a walnut. I purposely didn't want to think about what causes her to cry but laugh at her the whole day. When everybody go back home, she was alone crying in the classroom. She didn't know that I returned from soccer training to get something. I watch her cry for an hour or so.

My 4th girlfriend didn't like her. There was once when both of them quarreled. I know that based on her character she's not the type thatwill start off the quarrel. But I still sided with my girlfriend. I shouted at her and her eyes was filled shocked. I didn't care about her feelings and walked off with my girlfriend. The next day, she still laugh & joke with me like nothing has ever happened. I know that she's very hurt but she didn't know that my heart ache is as bad as hers.When I broke up with my 5th girlfriend, I asked her out. After going out for a day, I told her that I have something to tell her. She told me that coincidentally, she has something to tell me too. I told her about my break up and she told me about her getting together. I know whose the guy. He has been going after her for quite a while. A very cute guy full of energy,lively and interesting. His pursuit for her has been the talk of the school.I can't show her my heart ache but could only smile & congratulate her.When I reach home, the heart ache is so strong that I can't stand it.It's like a heavy weighted stone on my chest. I couldn't breath. Wanted to shout but can't. Tears rolled down & I broke down & cry. How many times haveI seen her cry for the man that doesn't acknowledge her presence too.

During graduation, I read a sms in my hp. It was send 10 days ago whenI broke down and cry. I haven't read it since then. It says "Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay"



Leaf

During Pre-U days, I like to collect leaves. Why? Because I felt that for a leaf to leave the tree she has been relying on for so long it takes alot of courage. During the 3 years of Pre-U I was on very close terms with a guy. Not BGR kind but as buddy kind. But when he had his 1st girlfriend, I learnt a feeling I never should have learnt - Jealousy. The sourness inthe heart can't be describe by using a lemon. It's like 100 rotten sourlemon. Sourness to the extreme limit. They were only together for 2 mths. When they broke up, I hide my strong sense of happiness. But after a mth, he got together with another gal.

I like him & I know he like me. But why won't he pursue me? Since he love me why he doesn't want to make the first move? Whenever he had a new girlfriend, my heart would hurt. Time after time, my heart was hurt. I begin to suspect that this is a one sided love. If he don't like he,why does he treat me so well. It's beyond what you will normally do for afriend. Liking a person is very heart wrenching. I can know his likes,his habits. But his feelings towards me I can never figure out. You can'texpect me a gal to ask him right?

Despite that, I still want to be by his side. Care for him, accompany him,love him. Hoping that one fine day, he will come & love me. It's like waiting for his phone call every night, wanting him to send me sms. Iknow that no matter how busy he is, he will make time for me. Because ofthis, I waited for him. The 3 years were the hardest to go through & I really want to give up. Sometimes, I wonder should I continue waiting. The pain and hurt, the dilemma accompany me for 3 years.Till the end of my 3rd year, a 2nd year junior begins to go after me.Everyday he pursuit me relentlessly. From outright rejection to a point in time when I felt that I'm willing to let him have a small footing in my heart. He's like a warm & gentle wind, trying to blow a leaf away from the tree. In the end, I realized that I didn't want to give this wind a small footing in my heart. I know this wind will bring this badly battered leave far away & better land. Finally I left tree, but the tree only smile & didn't ask me to stay. Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay



Wind

Because I like a gal called leaf. Because she's so dependent on tree so I have to be a gust wind. A wind that will blow her away. When I first met her, it was 1 mth after I transfer to the new school. I saw a petite person looking at my seniors & me playing soccer. During ECA time, she will always be sitting there. Be it alone or with her friends looking at him. When he talks with gals there's jealousy in her eyes. When he looked at her,there's a smile in her eyes. Looking at her became my habit. Just likeshe likes to look at him.

One day, she didn't appear. I felt something amissed. I can't explain the feeling except it's a kind of uneasiness. The senior was also not there as well. I went to their classroom, hid outside and saw my senior scolding her. Tears were in her eyes while he left. The next day, I saw her at her usual place, looking at him. I walked over and smiled to her. Took outa note & gave to her. She was surprised. She looked at me, smiled & accept the note. The next day, she appeared & pass me a note and left.Leaf's heart is too heavy and wind couldn't blow her away It's not that leaf heart is too heavy. It because leaf never want to leave treeI replied her note with this statement and slowly she started to talkto me & accept my presents & phone calls. I know that the person she loves is not me. But I have this perseverance that one day I will make her like me.Within 4 mths, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times.Every time, she will divert away from the topic. But I never give up. If I decide I want her to be mine, I will definitely use all means to win her over.I can't remember how many times I have declared my love to her. AlthoughI know she will try to divert but I still bear a small ray of hope. Hoping that she will agree to me my girlfriend. I didn't hear any reply fromher over the phone. I asked "what are you doing? How come you didn't want to reply?" She said, "I'm nodding my head". "Ah?" I couldn't believe myears. "I'm nodding my head" She replied loudly. I hang up the phone, quickly changed and took a taxi and rush to her place & press her door bell.During the moment when she opens the door. I hugged her tightly.

Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay

[End Fowarded Mail]



Of course, yet again, i don't think i need to reiterate who is on my mind and who sent me that mail. Mail was recieved on 22 Sep 2003 btw. Hmm.. Interesting... Elementary my dear watson, and very interesting...

Here's a little about the sammi cheng show. The begining of the show saw sammi and andy scoring a successful theft and were trying to split a whole bag of diamonds which looked suspiciously like plastic. Sammi began to weigh each individual diamond. Since watching her weigh diamonds for two hours wasn't particularly interesting, andy stopped her. Andy said, "Agar agar mah hoe liao." Then he splitted the diamond pile in the center.



Then after some argument and some game which sammi lost, sammi complained to andy, "You always win, can't you for once qian(1) jiu(4) me? Can't you let me win atleast once?" Then andy dumped his plate of diamonds onto sammi's plate and asked her, "Do you want diamonds or me?" Sammi said, "Of course i want diamonds." That's my clever girl. Anyway, andy then told sammi, "Ok, if that is so, let's divorce."



Two years later.



Some rich guy borrowed a family heirloom necklace to propose to sammi. Sammi wanting to steal the necklace, baited the necklace out of the safe, and organised a snatch. Turn out that andy was also organised a snatch on the necklace, and the end result saw andy with one heirloom richer.



At some point of time, sammi and andy were at a dog racing turf. The stake was that if sammi won, andy would answer sammi 15 questions truthfully. Andy told sammi that dog number 3 was gonna win. Sammi said that the odds is only one to three, very little, she wanted to bet on higher odds. Andy then went off to bet $10,000 on every dog except dog number 3. The odds for dog number 3 then shot up to one is to fifteen. After the dog race, sammi got 15 questions.



When down to the last question, they were standing infront of a row of lockers and sammi had two questions to decide to ask. one was, "Which locker is the treasure in?" or "Why did you leave me two years ago?" Sammi chose the former question and found not the necklace but a ring that andy wanted to give to her.



Throughout the rest of the show, we would see sammi continually ask andy if she had any more questions left. Which andy truthfully reminded her, she had none left. Then sammi would say, "Can't you qian(1) jiu(4) me, give me a bonus question?" Then andy would say, "Ok loh." Dam, how can anyone be so ok with everything, i can hear someone say.



Then some time later, turn out that andy had terminal illness, left the country. He diverted all his assets, several companies, several villas, dozen plus cars, several cigar and wine shops, and shares in several major companies etc etc. anyway, he transffered all his assets to sammi making her the richest girl in the movie.



Sammi then gave andy a call. She asked him yet again, "Where is the necklace?" Before andy could answer, the nurse entered the room and started babbling loudly, coz she read her scriptbook. Andy quickly hushed her and continued the phone call with sammi.



Sammi then asked, "Where are you? How come got yang(2) niu(1) voice?" The way i've said it might make it sound like jealousy. But actually, sammi is suspecting that andy have terminal illness so she really wanted to know where andy was.



Anyway, sammi asked, "Where are you? How come got yang(2) niu(1) voice?". Then andy replied, "You meant to ask me where the necklace is right?" There was a pause, and this part of the show is kind of sad ya know. Sammi asked a second time, "Where are you?". Well, that's a little too much spoiler for you liao, watch the show if ya wanna know andy's reply to sammi.



Obtw, i won't mind watching it a second time.

I watched that new sammi cheng movie today. Called "yesterday once more", think there's also a theatrical production also by the same name.



If i didn't know better, i would have thought that i scripted and directed the movie myself *sigh* Kind of lucky that i went to watch it alone, coz there was one part it was so sad that... *sigh*

Neverending Stories - A Little Blue Bird's Tale

Once upon a tale,

not very long ago,

there lived a little bard,

with his little harp,

dusty boots, tattered cape and all,

always singing and strumming,

of the ends of rainbow,

of treasures untold,

of pots of gold,

and fairytales come true.

Upon he came, a tiny sproutling of an oak tree. On that tree, sat a little blue bird. Sigh, the little blue bird heaved.

"What ails you my dear friend?"

"What doesn't?"

"Tell me your sad tale, little blue bird, and i shall sing it to world behold."

The little bird fluttered her little wings, winged her exotic magic and the little bard, fell into a watching dream. He saw....



There was a little girl, holding the little blue bird, cupped in her hands, beneath that same sprouting oak tree.

"I am setting you free." The little girl whispered, to the little blue bird. "And if we shall meet again, under this same tree, then it is fate. And if the tree, is to be never again seen by one, then the other shall not hold it against the missing one. And that's our little promise."

That said, the little girl sent the little blue bird into the air. The little blue bird, fluttered her little wings, took to the skies, and never once looked back.



The fluttering wings, left the little bard in an awakening dream. And soon, he was on his way, away from the little blue bird and her sprouting tree, away from the little girl that wasn't there, always singing and strumming.

Once upon a tale,

not very long ago,

there live a little bard,

with his weary harp,

dusty boots, tattered cape and all,

always singing and strumming,

of the ends of rainbow,

of treasures untold,

of pots of gold,

of promises uphold,

of a little blue bird,

of her leaving and never looking back,

of her returning and never left.

Ok can't sleep liao. Trust me to be stoopid enough to go find out some things better left unknown. The movie a few good men had this to say, "You want the truth? You want the truth! YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!!"

*sigh*

it's hits harder if you're crawling out of a hole only to hit rock bottom in less than two hours.

ok, so yvonne does know my bdae... obtw, happy bdae to u, alvin.

I know i really shouldn't be saying this at such a time. So before i say it, let me remind you that i do not have any suicidal notions. I plan to live a very long and healthy (ok maybe eating kfc ain't so healthy, but who cares.) life. I've always had this notion of jumping out infront of people to take a bullet for them. Of course, you can probably imagine who i'm always jumping in front of as a notion these days. But that's beside the point. So i was on the bus on my way home, and i had this vivid notion of taking the bullet to save another person, and i thought, how many times must i die this way before i really die.



Wierd huh. But i'm just being honest. Apparently, some people think i'm not really that honest. Just the other day, a friend took a break from studying for exams to come online. Since she was looking to take a break, i didn't think that reading that sunday was the right thing for her to do. So i genuinely told her not to read my blog, that day. And ya know what, she accused me of saying that just to make her read my blog :/ Some reverse psychology



And the other day, when sharks fin was served, another friend asked me why i don't take shark's fin, and whether it was because i don't like the taste. I told her that i'm not taking shark's fin because i wanted to do my little part to save the sharks. She gave me a 'roll eyes up oh plz' expression. Maybe i should have lied and said i was allergic to sharks fin. And ya know what, i think more people would believe that than me saving sharks :D



The DHL guy came today. I've got my little scroll tube liao and now i'm officially masters in IT with the paper to prove it. I didn't shake hands with the vip, but i did shake hands with the DHL guy. Ok maybe i didn't, but i did autograph on his piece of paper, didn't i?



So i like to take this opportunity to thank, my father, my mother, my aunties and uncles, my cousins and my couzin. I also like to thank my lecturers, especially dr gonal and dr kai ming for their patience (they could have yawned and just failed me!) and kumar and my two adorable housemates, yeat yee and yinyin. Thank everyone who took and same plane with me to australia that first time, and michelle, and doug, and someone and her hubby. Thank everyone who watched 911 over and over again with me that day, thank those who stood by me through my darkest hours in gippy, thank those who tagged along in the lightest (opp of darkest?) hours in gippy. Thank the two snails which i stepped on which made me compose a mandarin poem for them after that. Kind of wierd huh, considering i was feeding them snail pellets when i was growing flowers in the offcampus hostel. Thank the dhl guy who came to give me my scroll the second time when i was at work yesterday afternoon. Thank yvonne, thank siewling, thank bernard and everyone at char-kway-teow.com, thank the stoopid gray cat, thank karen, thank.. i donno who else. Thank everyone who i should be thanking but didn't thank in this paragraph. Um i hope no one take offense that i thank snails before them... i can't be bothered to shuffle them around, sorry.



Oh, my bdae is round the corner!! Since i'm so sad, shouldn't you guys/gals buy me lots of gifts to cheer me up? Haha, ok, it was a cheap shot, but hey, it might work :p Oh... don't think yvonne knows when my bdae is :p I'll be surprised to see any cards from korea though. But maybe i'll get one from yinyin, hopeful ya?

Wishlist :

- Two seater personal submarine. think it costs 1.7 million, or 17 million. can't remember which catalogue it was on.

- World peace.

um... that's about all i'm wishing for this birthday :p :D :D :D :D :D :D Laugh therapy ;)

Things that were broken are suddenly unbroken. (Note to self: Remember not to be so trusting). Yes, i think too much, but it's not neccessarily a bad thing.

Managed to grab this little bit off the radio on my way to work. On some newspaper/magazine in some country, they have this article on the top 100 black people. There are the usual names you expect like mandella, oprah, tyson, ali, pele and michael jackson on number 13. But guess who is sitting on spot number 73. It's Li(2) Xiao(3) Long(2), still fighting fit!!!! And when the DJ announced the number one spot, it kind of went doink. Number one in that top 100 black people chart is... drum roll... jesus. Yes you read that right.



Yeah, we kind of know this two are international figure heads, but them making the charts of top 100 black people is like, "Uh.. no comment". They are not exactly wrong to be on the charts, but also not exactly what many people would expect.



There you go, one non-sad post. Who says bloggers only write depressive stuff.



Anyway i was looking for the structural formula of p-hydroxybenzophenone coz my couzin was kind of also looking for it for her assignment. Not that i managed to help, but since i was kind of having nothing to do (i always have nothing to do), a little googling doesn't harm.



Don't ask me what p-hydroxybenzophenone is, coz i hadn't the slightest clue, other than it is organic and not edible. Doink, "edible??" you ask. Yeah, the exchange went something like this:

"Wat's p-hydroxybenzophenone?", said me.

"It's an organic compund.", said her.

"Does organic means its edible?", said me.

"NO!", said her.



Ok trust me to think of food at the wrong time. I always thought organic was food. Didn't they have organic tomatoes? Hmm.. tomato *thinks of someone coz somone is kind of related to tomato* Anyway, i've been getting quite a few doinks from her. Here's one other exchange (Sorry couzin, but i thought the exchanges were kind of funny that's why i'm sharing it on the blog):



"Merlion is that cat that vomits into the sea?", said me.

"It's a half lion half fish.", said her.

"I've never seen a merlion.", said me.

"You've not seen the merlion!? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL YOUR LIFE!!??", said her.

"Well, i've seen the statue, but not the real thing.", said me.

"Doink.", said her.



It's sad that i'm such a dummy, I know. It was meant to be a happy post :) :) :) :) :) :) smile therapy ;)

Life story of this blog til now

Ok, this topic is considerably shorter than the previous topic. But it is still gonna be one hell of a long post, so get that mug of coffee anyway.



Hmm... where do i begin? I'll begin with the now. Its 0546 in the morning, 24 October 2004. It's a sunday, and instead of catching up my much needed weekend sleep (to cover back the weekdays which i do not sleep at 2200), I'm hunched in front of my dusty laptop typing away to the rhythmic chirping of some dam bird. So something is definitely bothering me. I woke up a couple minutes ago, and suddenly my mind started churning, and i was vividly thinking about something, something which i predict will come to my mind lots in the days to come, and i couldn't get back to sleep. And what do bloggers do when they couldn't sleep? There you go :)



The next thing that i thought of was to locate the source of irregularity that would awaken me. No one was pounding on anything at the mrt site, no one snoring, no lights, nice breezy wind, fan on, no 0500 alarm clocks, no birds, no coffee the whole day the day before (think i told someone before i don't do coffee on saturdays), no spirits or apparitions (thankfully) and no reason. I woke and i woke very suddenly. Atleast i didn't wake violently, I did that before. I was startled awake with a scream and i instinctively raised my hands to ward off any impending dangers only to realize that it was me mom waking me up to go to camp.



Startled awake, that happens to me quite often. Ex-housemate yeat yee encountered it once. we both had exams the next day and we were both rushing to cover a whole semester's work. I think my paper was data mining. Sometime into the night, i told her i was gonna catch an hour of forty winks. That comes up to one and a half minute per wink (ok, irrelevant...). I asked her to wake me up no matter what happens. So an hour later, she came in my room to wake me up. I went, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", and she went pale. Anyway, i think i scored pretty alright for that subject. She told yinyin about it later, and no one ever did came into my room without knocking, even if the door was opened :) Don't think any of them tried waking me up again.



The other person who saw a lot of violent wakeups was ken ming. my ex-ex-ex-housemate. That's when i was living in the west on-campus houses, together with four ozies, two of them girls perpetually drunk, one of them guy perpetually half drunk, and the last guy was the tv guy. The tv in the house was his, and he is as much glued to the tv as i am to my laptop. Ken ming would come in and startle me awake and then begin to emphatically explain the reasons he was waking me up. Think he was trying to reassure the startled me. But it was the wrong thing to do, coz i always can't understand or even hear what he was talking about. And when i've settled down, i would go ask him, and he would say, "phone call." Oh... the phone in west houses were common and situated in the living room.



Enough of violent awakenings. Obtw, since i talked about yinyin, i'll talk a little more about her. Yinyin is really a pet name that yeat yee and i call her by. Her name is really just Yin. People who meet yinyin initially would find her socially ice cold. But once you get past that, she 's really an alright and adorable person. Yes, me waving my little magic wand, working all the tiny intricacies to reach out to people (yes i do that, despite the fact that i'm rather anti-social). Funny how the dam wand doesn't work on myself.



Yinyin's life in gippy could be sum up as: study, sleep and watch tv. My life in gippy (or atleast during the masters year and a half) could be sum up as: play games, sleep and watch tv. So you see, we do have something in common, watching tv. This is for those who think too much, no we do not share sleeping moments. It's kind of an impossibility since i sleep at 0600 (yes morning) everyday and she sleeps much earlier. Thinking back, life in gippy (or atleast most of the time) was kind of carefree when i was watching tv together with yinyin. We'll laugh at my silly comments and she'll laugh at my poor command of cantonese language. And there's that stoopid unloyal cat. So you see, two posts back about missing her is not only missing her but also about missing good carefree times.



Ok, on with my blog's life story before ya fall asleep, or become too caffeinated to read. Obtw, those pedantic enough would realize that 0546 24 Oct is really just a mere five plus hours from 23 Oct. Now that i've put it that way, and if you've been reading the past few weeks, i think it becomes pretty crystal, that this entry is, as yvonne puts it aptly, another of my little me's bgr. So now that you know the topic, you can skip it if you're not interested :( (yes, that makes me sad, skipping it that is)



Ok, on with my blog's life story (I wonder how many more times i would have to say this before the end of this entry).



Ok on with my blog's life story. As you can see from the first post of the archives, it was dated in december. I was kind of happily signing up for free stuff, came across blogs, thought it was kind of cool, and signed up. Made a test post and forgot about it. Then came my first post, um... disregarding the other three posts that came before my so called first post during that month that is. Yes first post was about coffee and it being the beverage of friendship in this blog.



Did i mention that bloggers love comments? Be it in the comments or in the tag boards. I've read xiaxue's blog, which have gone from allow comments to dun allow comments (she said she didn't want to care about what other people thought of her, that she would write as she wants) and back again to allow comments. Didn't really ask her, since i don't know her and she doesn't know me. But a good guess was that she really wanted comments, since the comments i did read was kind of supportive of her. Similarly, in icegalaxia's blog, she had expressed over several posts about comments and thanking them too. Bloggers love your comments, be it some philosophical crap or some smiley (I know, coz i'm always kind of happy to see a tag that's not by lbandit). And that's talking to you (a little on the word you, i've used it as a double edge sword many times. remember, it can be singular or plural), my blogders (I have no idea why they call readers as blogders). I'm sure you'll be happy to see my response to you when you tag on my tag board too.



Ok on with my blog's life story. This blog began life when a little boy sought out a means to convey his thoughts to that someone. Thinking back on the timeline of events, i really had no idea what was happening at that time. So life began on this blog, i emailed to several people about my blog whom included that someone. My very first reader was my lil jie (3) bai(4) couzin (i wonder if anyone picked up on my choice of spelling, where 'couzin' refers to my lil jie bai couzin and 'cousin' refers to my other cousins.)



Speaking of cousins, everytime i talk about female cousins, someone is bound to nudge me and say, "eh, biao mei". Plz lah.... I will not fall in love with my cousins. You guys watch too much tv, and i thought i was the one who watched too much tv in gippy. It's the same way how i will not fall in love with colleagues or bosses. Now i do wonder if anyone would think that i am making this paragraph to them. Coz as life began on this blog with that someone in mind, every post here had always been kind of meant to be really just for her to read, or so i hoped she would read.



Ok on with my blog's life story. April 15, my blog came to a huge hiccup. That was sometime after siew ling told me about that someone's wedding through icq. I saw siew ling on icq, but initially i hadn't really wanted to chat with her at that time. But i thought better of it and decided to do some pr (people relations). It had always been better to have more friends. Well two good things did come of it. First was that i'm now her colleague. The second was of course the wedding thingy.



At that time i was slogging through ejbs (enterprise java beans). Apparently, ejbs required server capable operating systems and running windows 98 on my laptop didn't help. I began going to the campus's 24 hour labs to do my assignments. It became like a second home, me occupying my niche and using two computers, one for ejb and one for music. The guy operating the vending machine must have been happy, coz snicker bars were mysteriously being depleted in the wee morning hours (or late night hours) :)



But the news was too depressing, i quickly touched up what i could on the ejbs and submitted. Didn't really cared whether i passed or failed the assignment at that time. Think i really did fail one of them. Ah, douglas thompson's assignments. I'm always failing them. I remember my first assignment with him during my first year of bachelor. It was on semaphores and deadlocks. I got zero for that assignment (the semaphores assignment). Ironic how it is that it was the same semaphores in the exams that made me get a hd (high distinction) in the subject.



It was kind of a depressing time, with plenty assignments due and research not making headways. I cried as i mentioned in April 15 post. Yinyin did notice something, but she attributed the puffy eyes and tired face to spending nights in the 24 hour labs. Hmm... i cried when she was getting married, i cried when i thought i was gonna die, and i cried after she got married. Dam, i'm such a crybaby. That's three times already this year, alot of things to happen in a year. Year 2004. Ah.... i know why now. Year 200 4 . The number four had always been bad luck. I should have known what was installed for me this year, when i went to guanyin temple two times, prayed two times with the qian(1) and both times got the bad fortune qian. I'm never going to pray for another qian(1) liao.



Ok on with my blog's life story. So i stopped blogging, since the purpose of the blog was made obsolete. "That which does not break me makes me stronger." Dam the guy who says such things, i would rather have everything going smoothly in my life :p Almost a month later, i looked into my own blog on may 12, and i noticed that my blog's counter had been jumping. There were 40 hits when i wasn't writing anything. And looking at the tag board, i went, "Gosh".



MI (monash international, a department in monash university assigned to dealing with international students) tagged a couple tags onto my board. They tagged the answer to my unanswered riddle together with some philosophical stuff. And i went "....", yes that reads as speechless. I knew i advertised on friendster, and mi had an account with friendster, but i never thought they were reading my blog. Blogders are one compelling reason for bloggers (A reason for you to start commenting or tagging :p). As i always say, there is supply only if there is demand. So on may 12, i picked up blogging again, slowly and gradually.



Thus the life of this blog shifted from writing for that someone to writing for everyone. But irony had its way, and my thoughts were never far. My blog quickly turned back into writing for that someone. And somehow without me prompting, that someone began reading again. Then game aug 26, nine days after her birthday (I'm noting this down just in case i forget :D) , i made an entry which i honestly thought she would respond to. Turns out she wasn't reading anymore.



Not giving up, i posted yet one more in early october. But still she wasn't reading. But someone who knew both of us read it and mentioned it to her. A couple of emails and she discovered that there was that earlier post which she missed. But i didn't exactly tell her which date it was. I think i managed to make her read every post up til that post. For someone as busy as her to do that, it kind of means alot to me, or any other blogger. Um... Sorrie :p :)



Fast forward to less than 24 hours ago, met up with moh hoon, my primary school friend, while going to the church for the wedding. She asked me what most people would ask of me, "How's your masters?". That question was pretty common, but after my reply, she ask something else, "So was it worth it?". Fancy asking me such a question, especially just before the wedding. I didn't really know what exactly she was asking. Anyway, i didn't really have an answer, blabbered something that seem to sound coherent (dam i so good at doing these things), and waited for a late siew ling. Well, i was late myself, so she didn't seem that late to me.



But thinking back, and considering the timeline of events, and where on the timeline they were located, i dun think i'll be saying, "the masters course was not worth it". Then again, i'm not saying that the masters course was worth it, just that... i don't know, i'll leave it at that. Don't look for an elaboration on this, i won't mention it again, some things are better forgotten.



This blog has touched 23 oct, which i consider as a cornerstone in my life. Icegalaxia mentioned something about cornerstones in one of her posts. She said that because a cornerstone is so full of possiblities, that we should approach it with anticipation and excitement. But instead of being energetic, i feel so drained. Yes my dear, i read ALL your posts, and i'll be re-reading them again plenty of times, muahahahahahahaha. Um.... where was i before the evil laugh? Oh... i'll be re-reading them again plenty of times, muahahahahahahaha.



Ok on with my blog's life story, coz everytime i try an evil laugh, it comes acorss as a crazy/mad laugh. Think i need more practice. Or maybe i'm just on form (for the crazy/mad laugh). Hmm, my guess is that that (ya double that, no mistake. read again without brackets and give a pause in between the 'that's) someone wouldn't be reading this until some very long time later. Don't think she'll be reading this in korea. And think she'll be pretty busy with piled up work when she's back. And there's still the hubby thingy and baby bonuses to claim ;D Or maybe our mutual friend would tell it to her again. Or maybe she wouldn't and this post gets bumped into the archives and become lost in history. Hmm... now that i covered all the possibilities that i can think of, i really don't know what our mutual friend will do :p



Ok on with my blog's life story, i'm nearing the end of the life story of this blog til now. So i woke up suddenly and without reason thinking about her and couldn't stop thinking about her. Here i shall defend myself against those who frown on me about thinking of married women. I did not choose to think about her constantly. I was sleeping, and i woke up to realise i was thinking about her. My family has a long history of high blood pressure, i will not knowingly invite stress to myself by choosing not to let go. I did not choose to not let go, it just happens. I did not think of her in any way of 'hum sup' or otherwise, i was just thinking of her. And although i'm feeling depressive, i will not do anything criminal or contemplate suicide.



I'm just a little boy with a broken heart.



Ok on with my blog's life story. Time now is 0915. I've spent 3.5 hours writing :) I've seriously considered doing what i did in 15 apr. Only this time round, if i did that, it would be kind of permanent. I would not return to even peek at the counter or tag-board. But i shall not coz i'm quoting myself, "Blogders are one compelling reason for bloggers". Have a happy weekend, or what's left of it :) :) :) :) :) :) smile therapy ;)

Life story of lbandit til now.

Get a mug of coffee first, coz this is going to be one hell of a long post. Huh, what? Huh, what? You don't want to read about my life in a long agonizing post? ok, i'll try again.

Hmm... i wish yinyin would come over to sg soon. That'll give myself some reason to take leave :) miss her quite abit.

Cause and Effect

Yes, today's topic is about cause and effect. But don't worry if you're coming in for a light read. I'm not going to go into any religious stuff like nirvana, karma or enlightenment.



The concept of cause and effect is to illustrate that events are sequential. That for every effect, there is a cause behind it. Which sounds very logical until from which we imply that, for every course of action, there is a motive. Suddenly that makes everyone a scheming person. But i would say that it is only because the word "motive" has a much larger share of stereotyping.



I chanced upon a pair of chinese chess players the other day. I'll call them as lao lao and young young, although lao lao is not very old and young young is not very young. The first round of chess had them already talking about the game alot. But i had my ear phones tuned to channel 933fm and didn't hear a single thing.



The second match i removed my ear phones, and litsened to them, and hearing their loud thoughts, i was able to appreciate their game much more. Young young used a common but aggrresive start, which chinese chess players term as "zhong(1) pao(4)". And to defend against the zhong pao strategy, one had to move the horse to defend the middle soldier. Sometime in the game, young young moved away the pao, giving up the strategic zhong pao position.



Lao lao then kept telling himself "qi(4) zhong(1) pao(4)", which means giving up zhong pao position. He went like, "Qi zhong pao. ....... Qi zhong pao? ....... Qi zhong pao! ........" After repeating the mantra a million times (ok, maybe not that many times) lao lao made a move. He said, "Hao(3) la(4), ni(3) qi(4) zhong(1) pao(4) wo(3) ye(3) qi(4) ma(3)" which means lao lao is willing to give up the horse's (haha, horses and horse's pronounce the same!) defending position.



What's the whole point of this epic chess saga you ask? The topic coincides with the way lao lao played his game. He would scrutinise his opponent's moves and try to figure out a reason that would cause the opponent to make such a move. Motive -> Action.



And such is not just applicable to chess games. Much of what occurs in life and what people do has an underlying cause or motive behind it. I'm not asking you to guess the cause and motives of people around you, but to look at oneself, and question one's own cause and motive. And not only that but to question one's own actions, what kind of motive would that action present to people around you? Does it imply anything that is misleading or wrong?



Of course, one might adopt attitudes like, "So long as i'm true to myself, why should i care about what other people think?" or "God has his own reasons." etc etc. Abit about the former; indeed why should anyone care about what that person do if he/she has such an attitude. Abit about the later; i wonder if any of the anti-politically correct thingy made it to the bible, like why is god he and not she... ok bad joke :p



Ok, i'm gonna end off here, way past my start work time liao. You may think i'm not finished about the topic, but that's really all i have to say. Not happy? Why should i care... Dam, i'm such a hypocrite :D :p

Bus 191 arrived before bus 91A as per normal today. But today, is a little different. Instead of looking at the bus, i looked into the bus. And i swear, all the people (three i think) in the bus were looking at me and they recognised me. What more proof of spirits at work do you need.



Then again, it could be because I boarded their bus the other day and exclaimed, "Aiya, Shang(4) Cuo(4) bus." I think i must have said that rather loudly, coz everyone (three i think) in the bus looked at me.



Which brings to mind the patients at imh. Some of them say they can see 'things'. For all we know, they could really be seeing 'things' instead of being ill. They would always tell me mom something like, "There's 'something' behind you.". And then my mom would reply, "Ya, there's also 'something' behind you." and that does the trick :)



Hey wait... what's this thing on my monitor screen? Oh.. it's the blinking text cursor, nothing to be jumpy about.



Speaking of text, those who have chatted with me recently on icq in the office (Shh, Siew Ling, dun tell boss ah) without the 'overide font setting' set would have notice my tiny sized verdana font. I know it is irritating, but i am :p I think i've fallen in love with verdana font. Too bad my linux os do not haev that font.



Obtw, next year is kfc year. My family (the big one um.. for non-singlish users, the extended one. I know, i know there's still a one in that... my one, your one, that one, this one, atleast it's still lbanditable. Don't ask me what lbanditable is... I tried looking up the dictionary, there isn't anything) is adding one more chicken into the gene pool. I'm gonna become biao(3) shu(1) liao. Upgraded by one generation.



Funny how it is in games that when you level up, you are bumped to full health, and in life you don't feel the much needed refuelling energy coming in. (dam, i was re-reading the "my one, your one, that one, this one" part, and i realised i have absolutely no idea about the difference between "its" and "it's").



I wonder my cousin would name the upcoming chicken. I hope it would be a nice name. I do believe names have a profound effect on the lives of people. For example, i have two cousins with very nice names, i'll call them pigsticker and taekwando kid. Can't really write their names on this blog since i got a recent yada from my auntie about putting real names in the internet (Testing water once awhile is alrite, but doing it repeatably is suicidal. See i've grown, i know how to avoid yadas. Probably due to the level up.). And yes, taekwando kid is karate kid's brother. And again, i don't think i need to further elaborate why someone is called taekwando kid (fancy calling someone kid when we've all levelled up). And now you can imagine them brother and sister arguing/fighting. Woooo... violent...



Now where was i? Oh yes, pigsticker and taekwando kid. Pigsticker's name kind of means brilliant intellect. And taekwando kid's name kind of means... i don't know how to translate, but it kind of means magnificient, impressive or something along these lines. And both them being chickens (year of chicken, not cowards mind you) too, i always imagined them as bao gong's left and right hand man, mr gongsun and zhang zhao. Quite fitting too since one is so fit and the other is so clever.



And there's the youngest cousin. I like her name alot too. Her name means intellect witty. I prefer to call it intellect cunning :p She's one to watch out for, think she'll be the most intelligent liao. Think i'm around twenty years older than her. And according to the calculations of another cousin, i'll be 40 years older than her in twenty years time. And then she'll still be saying, "I'm not four years old liao." Some of my friends get quite rattled when i ask them, "you primary wat?". They'll go like, "i'm taking O'levels this year." And then i go like, "WA! you primary school take O'levels liao ah?"



And now down to the top of the chart, my favourite name is.... drum roll..... more drum roll..........barrel roll(coz hitting the drum too much made a hole in it, so it becomes more like a barrel).......................my own name!!!!

Heh, Hey hey. This blog made it into number one spot on google search with keywords "lbandit". Thank you, thank you all for your support.

There are spirits within and they're doing their work all around us. ok, so maybe i shouldn't have watch that ouija board movie yesterday. But how else can you explain that i boarded bus 91A this morning to discover that it really was bus 191 instead? Or maybe i should stop fiddling with my handphone when i'm waiting for buses.



I alighted one stop later and then walked down the road to company line. Even bought nasi lemak (no nasi lemak, had to make do with white rice) and coffee. And i was still on time. The fengshui crystal ball haven't start spinning yet. It has a timer to start spinning half hour before work starts.



Speaking of feng shui, did i mention before not to touch suntec city's water fountain's water? Yes i did, this is just for those who missed that post. Don't ask me why on this blog, coz i won't post anything about it. I dun wanna be sued for defamation. You can get sued for anything these days.

I'm thinking alot lately. Someone please tell me that i'm thinking too much. Too few people are telling that to me.It's no good. Have i ever told you that my thoughts have put me closer to death more times than that ambulance trip? I would occassionally be so deep in thoughts while walking that i would walk into traffic, literally. Not that i wanna, but it happens sometimes. Plus the road that this always happens have cars coming from the human blindspot, so i kind of miss out that the road is a road. Good thing i'm taking the buses more often now.



I met up with a rather fond friend recently. Meeting up with my friend was good, managed to set aside some thoughts and introduced another set of thoughts. Yes, i think too much. But one particular stream of thought does linger. My friend asked of me a seemingly innocous question, "What do you do on weekends." Many people have asked me that, but this time, the question kind of made me start ticking.



My lil cousin would always complain to me that she would gladly exchange her student role with me. That i do the studying and she work. Ask any of my other friends and they would say studying is so much more carefree. In school, i had well-defined goals, eg. complete assignment before deadline (or ask for extensions), pass exams etc. But now that there are no more assignments or exams, there are suddenly no goals defined anymore. When i say i have grown from aimless to ambitious and that i'm now clueless, i hadn't know it would be so apposite..



So what do i really do these days? A month of working and i have mired myself deeply with voluntary overtime work. I'm like an ostrich burying my head into the sand, but sadly, not seeing what's happening around me* doesn't change anything. My weekdays is as mentioned before by another, "no life". Weekends i'll try to get girl to go out with me. If girl doesn't go out with me, which sadly is usually the case, i'll play some magic draft. I know there'll be those that call my weekends "no life" too :(



But the trick is to ask what determines as living life? While it seems right to say that staying alive is not living life, it may not neccessarily be the case. Who is to say that simply staying alive is not living life. What of hermits that live out their lifes in mountains and valleys. Dam, i was gonna elaborate more, but i'm two hours past my bed time. (Please note that the 'posted on' time you see is the time i started writing not the time i clicked the publish button. Blogger.com is a little not so dynamic.) ZZZzzzzz



* Um... things which i have not mentioned in this blog... i think... i think too much.

Silence Of The Lift

There seems to be some unspoken rules regarding public enclosed spaces. People tend not to talk in lifts or stop talking suddenly when they are entering lifts. I could understand why some people are uncomfortable chatting in the washroom while they are engaging some private limited business. It's kind of a personal thing. But what about lifts? Are there any privacy needs in the lifts?



There's tilting of the head to stare at the LED (I'm not emphasizing led, it's an acronym and acronym in small caps might be unreadable) panel as if it's the most miraculous creation, that not only tells us which floor we're at but also gives us some neck exercise. There's also tilting of the head to examine the beautiful inscriptions of the floor which gives insight of the unforseeable future. Maybe these things require tentamount concentration and the slightest distraction would spoil it. Generally i prefer looking at pretty gals, if there are any sharing the lift.



So what makes it so hard to continue chatting in a lift? Probably the fact that no one else would be talking in the lift, and thus everyone is all ears to what you have to say. I guess people feel kind of intimitated when people are giving them complete attention to what they are saying, despite said people could possibly have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. But then no one is stoopid in this world. Believe that. So despite not knowing thge head and tail of your conversation, they would still be able to figure out what what the topic might be.



But even if they do know what you're talking about, if you are not talking about anything confidential, why would they care? It's not like they are gonna start asking questions or start giving you a lecture on why you're wrong.



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I used the word 'bittersweet' many posts back. Bittersweet is the kind of word that contains alot of meaning, yet when asked to give an explanation, you find that you're lacking one. How can anything be both bitter and sweet? If ya want an analogy of bittersweet, read xiaxue's blog. Her posts are rather humorous, but when her posts goes against one of my own opinions, the sting is quite sharp. But despite hating some of the words she has to say, i still love her blog for being so funny. There you go, love and hate all in one sentence and all about the same thing, my analogy of bittersweet.



There are also a number of other links on the right. One if them is to icegalaxia's blog. Her blog is rather metaphorical (read hers to understand what a metaphor is) with the occassional tumble back down to earth post.

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Speaking of lifts, i have to rant about the lifts at my office. They are the dumbest fuzzy logic to have ever existed in the world. If i am at the first floor (ground floor for non-singaporeans), why do i have to wait for lift number one to come down from the eighth floor when lift number two is at the second floor, not moving or doing anything (Um, i don't think lifts do anything else other than move, though).



It's like the lift is prompting me to climb the stairs to second floor to board the dam cubicle. Hear me! Hear me! Do NOT (No that's not an acronym) do such a thing, for i assure you, there is more at work here than murphy's law. I call it Hon Choon's Law. If something can be made more difficult or more ironic, the higher powers would make it so just to get a good laugh. The lift would move to level one if you climb the stairs to level two. And the lift would remain at level two if you continue to wait for the one that's coming down from level eight.

I was reading today's today article on yellow ribbon campaign by some journalists. The yellow ribbon campaign is to increase awareness of the social stigma that comes with imprisonment. This social stigma was termed by the campaign as the second prison. Although i fully support the yellow ribbon campaign, i didn't/hadn't got the chance to make a donation. A tiny question would be how would the money help the ex-inmates? Isn't the campaign targetting the employers, to ask them to give these people a second chance?



If i do meet up with people asking for donations for the yellow ribbon campaign, i would donate. In my view, it is a meaningful campaign. But other than that tiny donation, of which i have no idea how it is being used, i cannot help these people as i am not an employer.



Flip a couple pages and the horror of living in sg came alive, vividly. We're ranked number two in the sexually active scale. That is, number two at the bottom. The average number of nookie per year is 79!!! That's only once a week with twice a week sometimes!!! How can this be true!!!! Noooooooooooo!!!!!



To my friends who are married: "Hello?".

To my friends who are getting marreid: "It's really down to you guys to raise the national average."

To my friends who are not married: "..." Um... that's really off topic.



So to boost our national averaeg nookie per year, i am recommending the following time table. One morning quickie and one nite nookie everyday and for weekends, you get an afternoon teabreak. If half the people follow this time table, and the other half follow half of this time table, we'll be hitting the top charts in no time.



Ok, so our average foreplay is four minutes lesser than the 17.9 mins. The morning quickie timetable would only hurt this average. So what!! Wake up earlier to do the full nookie then. Ain't our government promoting us to have babies? We should do something about these things. Or rather, people in the position to do something about these things should do something about these things. Bump our national average up a couple of slots. Number two from the bottom in the world does sound very bad.



All statistical information is provided by 2004 Durex Global Sex Survey.

Christopher Reeves (superman) passed away of heart failure. That's so sad... He was a supporter of embryonic stem cell research.

Wherever there are electronic measures, there will be electronic counter measures. Wherever there are electronic counter measures, there will be electronic counter counter measures. The number of counters in the name could conceivably go on indefinitely. However, the usual case is to simply improve on electronic counter measures to ensure that they are not foiled by electronic counter counter measures.



I guess the same would go for my saturaday's post. If someone is dropping hints at you that they like you, how do you drop hints to that person if you don't really like that person? My initial thoughts were to act blur and pretend not to pick up the hints. However, how would the other person differentiate between not picking up the hints and not interested? Having someone fawn over you is nice, but doesn't that in a way constitute of misleading?



I guess the age old method of counter hints is to again use a mutual friend. And what would your mutual friend say this time? Tell that person that you're not interested in him/her? That would work pretty well, but it could potentially devastate the other person. A more subtle way would be for your mutual friend to say that you're interested in someone else. That could possibly make the other person give up.



I have no idea why i am talking about these things these days. Considering my experience is not exactly fabulous or anything. But since i was on topic, i thought i'll just follow up :p

Hmm, weekends are becoming shorter and shorter and over too quickly.



Note to self : Shampoo finishing, remember to buy shampoo.

A rather interesting topic came up recently. I was asked about ways in which a girl could drop hints to a guy to let him know that she likes him. Talk about asking the wrong question to the wrong guy. But then again, i could probably come up with more unconventional methods for a girl to woo a guy than the vice versa, which of course doesn't really help in my resume, unless i'm gay, which i steadfastly don't think i am.



It brings to mind some conversation my friends had in poly. I don't remember how it lead to it, but i do remember clearly that at some point of time, one of my friends said, "Next time you want to woo a girl, go up to her, give her a push in the shoulder and say, 'Oi, ai giah steady mai?'" If any of you are crazy enough to try that, don't blame it on me if you didn't get it, coz you might as well have been saying, "Oi, see what see, want to die is it?" Personally, i have no idea what is so funny about that last sentence since i do not watch durian king on fridays.



So how would a girl let the guy know that she fancies him without saying it outright? How to drop hints without the hints go unseen? I still stand by my reply to my friend that such things are dependent on the situation, and the people. But two hinting techniques does come to mind. First would be to ask the guy if he had ever thought of looking for a partner. If you do it enough times, you should be able to rehabilitate the guy unconciously :)



A second technique would require more finnese. It involves getting a mutual friend of yours to talk to that other person. Of course, do ensure that your mutual friend is closer to you than your um... target. Then your mutual friend would say something like, "I think abc kind of likes you, what do you think?" There you go, you'll then find out about what the other person is thinking.



Um.. this is about all i can think of without enough sleep. I'll let you know if i can come up with anything else :p Nitez.

Blogging in the wee hours of early morning... Went to prison yesterday, and hafta gonna go one more time today. But yesterday we had Leo's help. And today we're looking forward to Scorpio.



Haha, didn't get what i am talking about? well, my colleague's project with the prison ran into some problems. Got Leo (his real name, i thought the name was only for final fantasy characters too). to come for half a day. That guy has boat loads of experience, learned from him quite abit. He left after lunch, but problems became sticky and i'm going back to prison today to help out.



I'm becoming very tired very quickly. Waking up at 0500 for the past three days is quickly draining me. Gonna hafta get some good sleep tonight. I have no topic today, lack of sleep kills brain cells quickly. Sometimes i do wonder why people would tell me they didn't get any sleep coz they were studying. I don't see the point in studying when there isn't enuff brain cells to go around to absorb.



Hmm, can't say much, gotta go off to prison liao, bye.

I hate exhibitions. That's an understatement. I HATE exhibitions. That's still an understatement. I absolutely totally abhor, detest and hate with extreme prejudice, exhibitions. Now that feels kind of better.



Half a day at the exhibition seem like a full days work. Or maybe it was because i slept at 0000 and woke at 0500... Whatever the case, i'm still blaming it on the exhibition :p

I met up with two of my lil cousins from nus for dinner yesterday. Considering that i'm a rather socially quiet, it was kind of wierd that they asked me to join them for dinner. Told ya my cousins are wierd. But they'll have to start somewhere, coz i usually warm up and become more chattable with people who are um... i can't think of any describing words or phrases... more chattable with people who i have become comfortable around with.



Generally the way to get me talking is neither plying me with alcohol nor commenting that i'm quiet and expect me to start firing away. I guess the more effective strategy, if you find a person quiet, is to talk to that person rather than ask him to talk to you.



I guess there are occassional exceptions, like karate kid, she doesn't take my words to heart, so i'm very comfortable about telling her crap and her responding crap. I guess bloggers are a loaded with crappy stuff :) There also people like yvonne who could do all the talking for me in a conversation :p I'm good at litsening, or pretending to be litsening if i don't understand anything of what is being said. Ah... the art of conversations...



Went to coffee bean after that. I ordered pure chocolate instead of any coffee based drink, again. I'm actually kind of fearful of losing sleep, told ya that ambulance trip has opened up new perspectives for me.



Some time during the coffee, it came to my attention that there was some kind of a secret that my cousin won't tell to me, for fear i would tell to her mom or something along these lines. Despite the underlying implication of the lack of trust in me, i never thought i tell on my cousins' secrets. Of course, i might mention in this blog, and my auntie... (thanks to the avid advertising of karate kid, my auntie now reads my blog) (no wonder i face some of the yada from me mom, but i am suspecting my brother is doing the telling rather than my auntie) (considering i only advertise my blog on friendster and both my auntie and brother is not on it, i'll say karate kid did a pretty good job on the advertisement) (now i also do get some yada from aunties about privacy/safety about personal particulars on the web) (despite this i hadn't really emailed the url of karate kid's blog to my aunties) (yes i'm vengeful) (but they could follow the links to her blog from this blog though...) (...) Um enough with the random thoughts, where was i?



Well, too much diverting thoughts, i'll just skip to my next topic. I did come across a rather misused word, "stoning". Apparently "stoning" was defined as not thinking about anything and staring blankly into the next world, ya know, like all the people going to work in the buses without mobile tv every morning. I call it reverie or something, stoning to me had always been throwing rocks or pebbles at someone.



Ok, so much for now. I've already taken 50 minutes to make this post.

Neverending Stories - A Tale of Two Frogs

Once upon a time, two frogs bumped into each other.



"Wibbit."

"Wibbit."



"Hey! Watz up!"

"Watz up!"

"You look like a frog!"

"I am a frog."

"You are?"

"I'm not?"

"You aren't a toad?"

"I'm not a toad."

"You're not?"

"I am?"

"Wibbit."

"Wibbit."



"Did you get my email?"

"Email?"

"You didn't?"

"I did?"

"Why not?"

"I don't know. But you do realise i'm avoiding you?"

"You are?"

"I'm not?"

"I didn't know."

"You don't?"

"Wibbit."

"Wibbit."



"Well, i just wanted to know if you're coming for my wedding on the 23rd of this month."

"You asking me to go or asking whether i'm going?"

"Is there a difference?"

"There isn't?"

"There is?"

"Why not?"

"Why so?"

"I don't know."

"Wibbit."

"Wibbit."



"So are you coming?"

"So are you asking me to go?"

"Wibbit."

"Wibbit."



"Wibbit."

"Wibbit."

"Wibbit."

"Wibbit."

"Wibbit."

"Wibbit."

"Wibbit."

"Wibbit."

.

.

There you go, a neverending story.

Wibbit wibbit.



Disclaimer: The frogs are fictitious and the events never occured. Any similarities is purely coincidental. No frogs were harmed at time of writing.