On multiple occasions, I have heard that a scissor skill correlates to one’s intelligence level. I wonder if a saran wrap skill also shows one’s intelligence.
I hope neither is true.
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On multiple occasions, I have heard that a scissor skill correlates to one’s intelligence level. I wonder if a saran wrap skill also shows one’s intelligence.
I hope neither is true.
Ext – Ngu – sher…Hmm.
Without the object beside this vertically written sign, it would have taken me longer to see what it actually said.
I was once told that my noodle was too small.
For some reason, I felt a bit insulted by this statement. Although I later found out that the person meant “needle”, it took me a while to recover from that feeling.
My noodle is just fine. I think..
In my future queendom, consumption of asparagus will be enforced.
So easy to detect.
Mako insists that there’re frogs in the bedroom.
Oh bedroom frogs, please show your faces to me.
Friends are like ATMs.
Of course, just like ATMs, I put money in first.
I love my friends.
One nice thing about having a cold: salt tastes *absolutely* delicious.
cold
One morning, I woke up with a brilliant idea. Or so it seemed at the time.
If I have to sort peas from marbles, like one of those fairy tale characters, and if doves or little creatures are not available to help me out, I can stuff my mouth with the mixture and spit out what’s not food. My tongue’s quite good at distinguishing food from non-food.
I was sleepy…
one morning