While i live i learn

How nice! My friends Buntan and Dish just dropped by my home to visit my water bottle me a minute ago, in the midst of their thirsty night jog. And guess how the creative darlings decided to spring a surprise on me? They threw the peanuts they were eating into my room. Two landed on the hard floor (I heard), and the last landed on my bed (I saw).

Upon hearing the first two peanuts, I had initially thought my roof was cracking and raining cement, and screamed for my dad to come in. It was then that I saw a peanut land on my bed from out the window, and took a peek. And saw the munchieing monkeys.

Thanks to Bun and Dish, I had the most enjoyable time holding a mini emergency peanut hunt in the midst of my urgent presentation preparation to ensure that no peanuts were harmed in the making of their visit, lest I step on a peanut and injure the sole of my foot the poor peanut. And to protect the peanuts from falling prey to ants. Yes, I am kind. I cannot bear to let even peanuts suffer.

While I live I learn. I learnt that I am a kind person. I learnt that my friends are creative and innovative people. I also learnt that it is unfortunately possible to eat peanuts and run at the same time.

i love my mother because i have no choice.

but this is what lets me love her wholeheartedly.

A story about LIFE

In the world where this story takes place, there exist many kinds of creatures.


Some are born cute.




Others are born fugly.



You can only blame the creator.



Fugly creatures like to be together. That way, they feel less out of place.


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Most creatures are unique.


Once in a while, though, the creator buys too much green paper, and you end up with twins.


Twins are hard to tell apart, but you can always spot the differences, if you just look hard enough, because the creator didn't buy enough felt.

As twins grow up, they also adopt different habits. Some prefer the sun, others the water, so they turn a different shade as well, making themselves more distinguishable to the less observant ones.

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And then there are the orthodox creatures...


and the unorthodox.


Sadly, the orthodox often gets the spotlight, as creatures are generally more willing to accept things that they are used to.


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IT'S
TIME
FOR...
COMMERCIAL
BREAK!!!

ever
felt
that
for
once
you
ought
to
please
your
pissed
off
gf
who
finds
you
not
attentive
enough
?

get
her
a
handmade
original/
pirated
Hello
Kitty
NOW
!!!

she'll
never
(want to)
guess
that
you
didn't
make
them
yourself
!

each
of
the
starring
characters
are
on
sale
for
$20
each.

Hurry!!
while
mother's
interest
last.

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This commercial break was proudly brought to you by GPT and fam.
Now, let's get back on track...


One day, media brought with tv the influx of influence from other countries. Some creatures gained popularity out of their homeland...


while localisation also occurred.

Maybe the little one lost its way and accidentally jumped out of an old time chinese vampire show.

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Then, digitalised new media was introduced into the world. While there were only originals...


There now exists a couple of pirates.


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However, regardless of specie or colour, they all live (whether or not they like it), in one small world, blissfully unaware of their creator.


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CREDITS ROLL
The following story is made possible by my mom the talented creator of all these cuties and uglies you see here. For her first appearance, see "you can only blame the creator".

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Yah, I know. it sounds 'unended'. But it takes my mom time to make more of the characters...be patient. There are ALWAYS sequels, like it or not. And if I make it sound properly ended, no one would tune in anymore.



IN THE MAKING (zhi zuo te ji)





Ok, that's all. Nobody reveals too much, because then it takes away all the magic (and their $$$).



N.G. FOOTAGE
This is the one benefit you get for viewing originals. Otherwise, there isn't much of a diff between d***loading, really.

*mameee!!! hello kitty not lidat one can. ya i know hello kitty is a cat, but it is popular precisely because it doesn't look like one*

*eeee...y the dog's tongue so long one? he looks like he's dying!! ok! stop cutting its poor tongue and leave it as it is. right. now he just looks plain fugly*

A difficult decision

Teachers in school always tell me that we have to be really careful about the important decisions we make in life. Hence, I have decided to analyse the situation in detail to ensure that I make an informed choice.

BACKGROUND INFO: The mitigating factor for why I made this $100 purchase of a spectacle frame half a year ago is because the kindly lady at the store told me that they would have spare crystals should any fall out, and in her own words, “not that it would”.

PROBLEM:


It fell out. Beware of kindly people and their promises.


THE INCIDENT:
Feeling deeply betrayed by her inability to keep a simple promise, I returned to the shop. Just as I guessed! Predicting that I would come after her one day, she had packed up and migrated to Norway. That probably explained her absence in the shop. I had to speak to this other kindly (!!!) guy. “Excuse me, the crystal fall out already. How ar? Can repair?”

“Oh, we’re sorry. We do not offer such services.”

“What??!! You evil *&%$# pig!! You’re in cahoots with that lady aren’t you? You guys plotted to cheat my $100 right from the start!”

*taken aback* “My fair lady, you misunderstand me.”


DILEMMA:
He then said: “We can send your frame to the agent, but I am uncertain as to whether they have any spare crystals. Please bring your frame to us by this Sunday, as the agent comes every Monday. However, there is no guarantee that they have the crystals and also, it would take a week.”


PROS AND CONS:
CONS of trying my luck: The agent might not have the spare crystals. This would mean a whole week of being a blind bat all in vain. On a darker note, the agent might rob my spectacles of its 21 other crystals to restore 21 other similar frames to their former glory, and return my glasses crystal-less and then maintain that it died a meaningful death.

PROS of trying my luck: I could be one of the lucky 21, and the kindly lady could then fulfill her promise to me.


What should I do?

Why bad people are bad

Because I have a ton of work piled up beside me, the obvious thing to do is to avoid starting on them. i decided to start a pointless conversation with my dad.

"Daddy, why are kids seldom bad? They can be naughty, but seldom are they bad."

"Bad people are bad because they are not satisfied or contented. Kids tend to get what they (fundamentally) need from their parents, and hence are provided for. Hence there is no incentive/need to be bad since they are satisfied. And of course, there's tv."

*Magic Bullet Theory whizzes past my head*

Daddy continues. "There is no point learning 100 good things from tv, and learning one bad thing. It doesn't matter that you helped 100 people if you killed one. I'm going to bed now. Good night."


I stared at the pile of work again. I decided to blog.

-done-

I stared at the pile of work again. I decided to continue blogging.

My gifted education tuition kid asked me yesterday why his friend tumbled down a flight of stairs and emerged unscathed.

"Oh, cause your friend is imaginary."