CALL OFF YOUR WEEKEND PLANS PEOPLE.

Unless it involves getting soaked with rain

and the possibility of getting struck by lightning.

Identify the mistake in the following sentence:
'I am freezing in Singapore.'

Rethink your wardrobes pple. I'm thinking to get wellingtons. You should too. If you care at all about wet feet. WHERE HAS THE SUN GONE TOO? Don't get me wrong, I love the cold, it beats the heat we normally get. BUT it's the humidity I care not for. Not when it's at 90% on the average. Wetness. Wetness for the next few days people. Embrace it.

Unless of course, if the weatherman's wrong. What are the odds of that. 50-50 really. If God wanted it to snow in Singapore, it'll snow alright.
Hopefully Singapore's drainage system holds up. 4 days of heavy rain and showers is pretty much alot of water.

The up-side to all this rain has to be the wind and 'chilly-ness'.
On the down-side,

1. WET. Need I say more.
2. Possibility of a wardrobe malfunction or a lack of appropriate clothing.
3. Sydney's continuous barking at howling winds and 'Giant-clapping' thunder and oh-so-bright lightning.
4. No sun, sand, dry patches of grass. No swimming either.
5. If you don't have a clothes dryer, you should already have (dried) what you're going to wear next monday.
6. Jams. wet soggy strawberry jams.
7. Slow traffic. Take the MRT.
8. Not the best weather if you're a tourist.

HOWEVER,
We should always be thankful for whatever situation we're in and embrace it.
SO,

1. Take the opportunity to do something you've never done before.

a. Play in the rain.
b. The perfect opportunity for couples to have the 'oh-so-romantic' kiss under the rain. Not in the middle of the road though, don't want any bloodshed, now do we.
c. Guppy fishing in puddles. Preferably when rain is not so heavy.
d. Play twister with your family for 12 hours straight.
e. Have a bake-a-ton, then have a eat-a-ton.
f. Complete that 10000 piece jigsaw puzzle you never did.
g. Email me at wazcre8ted@hotmail.com if you haven't heard of the 100K campaign.
h. Email me at wazcre8ted@hotmail.com if you are in need of a blessing / blessings. Or simply want one.

Like seriously, don't be left out. Get with the program.


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A Bit Of Fry and Laurie - Derek Nippl-e sketch(and more)

Something to relieve the nerves before tonights exam.
Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie (House, as you might know him).
Enjoy.



If you click menu, you get more A Bit of Fry and Laurie sketches and songs by Hugh.
Mr Burmie, Barman, America (oh-so-emo) and all sorts to crack you up.
If you get it that is.

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DON'T PLAY WITH YOUR FOOD.

Have Fun with Alphabet biscuits instead.

I think I ate the 's'. No matter. The pen is mightier than the biscuit.


I sure do.


Looks like 'I heart ANDY'. WHO'S ANDY?

I'll tell you who..

ON TODAY'S EPISODE OF 'LIVING WITH ANDY'...

*Curtains open*
*Cued applause*
It was just another ordinary day for Andy. The sun is shining, the tank is clean... *GASP* the tank is clean. THE TANK IS-

Ops. Sudden flashback. Back to Andy.
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Mrs Fletcher, Andy's next door neighbour in her late 50s, with severe hair loss problem, has requested for Andy to fix her fence for her. Due to the multiple prune jar tattoos she has just gotten herself, Mrs Fletcher was unable to fix her fence herself. Upon arrival at the Fletcher's residence, Mrs Fletcher gratefully directed Andy to her broken fence. I couldn't resist but to take a few shots of Andy with his oh-so-hot bulging muscles.

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Andy Working On Mrs Fletcher's Fence.

Looking Hot.

Andy Back At Home

Relaxing With Our Cat Fluffy After A Hard Day's Work.
I Made Him A Cup Of Iced Lemonade

With a Really Cute Umbrella Thingy.

Andy Moaning Over Fluffy's death

after Fluffy Got Caught Inbetween A Rock And A Hard Place.

Mr Death waiting to collect Fluffy.

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Will It Blend? -Spoof.





For actual Will It Blend? videos featuring Blendtec blenders-
http://www.willitblend.com/

Be amused, be very amused.

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'No longer will I fade away.'

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What the world needs now, is love, sweet love.

I love my job.


learning.


look at me, speak to me.

04/07/07

Listening: 'Fly Away- Corrinne May' .......

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I intended to blog about the pathetic attempt to save the environment by the flawed campaign at NTUC.
However, i'm compelled to blog about the undesireable effects of moodswings instead.

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The day started off with motivation and excitement which very quickly turned to crankyness. Being oh so sensitive to the rush of flow of emotions, the crankyness inevitably instigated much irritants to run wild and free. Before biting someone's head off due to agitation, she quickly decided to cook something to satisfy her invisible hunger. When moodswings are mocking you, not getting what you want can cause a tat of destruction.

Either ways, moodswings caused her mood to ,well, swing ,and trying to keep up with it is very much frustrating. The weather wasn't much of a help either. Cooped up under a roof with no space to jump rope or fly a kite, it was no time to think of work. Time flies when you're having fun. Time crawls when you're not having fun. Time stops when you're having too much fun. Time seems to move too fast or not move at all ,even though you're screaming at it and slapping it with a fish ,when you're cranky.

With work aside, she traded the screen with trees and strangers. Serenity set in for that second before being rudely interupted by a vibrating phone. Walking it off was her best idea yet. Milk, Honeystars, and the quickly melting B&J were the rewards of resisting previous temptations. Hope is good, false hope is only good cause it seems like hope until you're slapped in the head with reality, then it sucks. She hates being ignored as much as I do. But she refused to give in, even though there were the many moments of frustration and dementation.

Sadly, depression had to sink in. OH the sorrow and pain. Depressed she was, hiding in the closet to cry her little heart out she wanted. Though she knew she was stronger than that, she lost the battle. Hoping to win the war, she walked through the darkness under the trees and whipped out the special remedy that could stop her brains from blowing up. Music.

After much walking, the soul was calmer. Headed home she did, only to drift into the star-filled sky. Inspired, she sat down and powered up her pencil. Emotions were let lose. Tranquility. She was released by the obnoxious moodswing. or so she thought.

Blahblahblah, as you can see, impatience has gotten the better of her and unlikely to finish her story, she hopes tomorrow will be a better day. Today's bitchiness should add up to be enough to reach this month's qouta.
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I love the beauty of emotions, but sometimes I wish, I had a better control over them.
Uncertainty reeks, blunt truth hurts.

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Speech #2

I love you Amos. I can totally not get enough of you. You're the sweetest thing ever. They way you touch my lips as I grasp ever so tightly onto you. Promising to never let you fade away, you will stay within me till i go. Oh, the sweet sweet misery. Though you are the temptation that will end in guilt, I resist not. That sweet to-die-for body of yours leaves me in shivers. For I have lost the battle with lust. Though there are many that lie there calling out to me, I have eyes only for you. Consume me not for I will consume you. I have fallen into temptation. *crunch crunch crunch*

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