Whiteboard
New Way Of Compromising.
The day we couldn't agree on a place to eat.
It's not that its not common or anything.
The special thing about this day is that although we didn't agree, we still got to EAT!
Thats like the miracle of the century!
Hurray to that!
It's our personal record.
Other times we just go home hungry.
Or end up riding the escalator up and down 2 hundred million times!
I'ts a new way to meet all our needs. (And keep everyone from complaining)
Got some time to catch up with each other too.
And some time reminiscing about the past.
And some time to utter absolute rubbish.
And some time to think of special someones.
Well overall, i think im very blessed.
Smiles.
Scribbled onto the Whiteboard on
Monday, June 26, 2006
10:54 PM
The best way to picture yourself in the morning.
Somedays you'll just wake up feeling like a cat, moaning and groaning, dragging yourself off the bed going; "uuuurrrggghhhh, 5 minutes more... yawn..." and collapse back onto your bed, snuggling up for another 15 minutes of sleep.
A very common situation.Well, at least for me.Smiles.
Took this photo a few days ago. Mr Cat's having his afternoon nap, 4.5meters off the ground on a regular overhead bridge over a regular bustling road.
As you can see, he's not bothered by the deafening screeches and hoots of the countless passing cars.(Not surprising)
His eyes are shut so tightly. can you imagine what he's dreaming about?? peaches and cream? or fishes and cream?
So beautiful, so delicate and yet so simple, so innocent.
A creature of royalty.
walking with poise and stature.
living like a duke.
lifestyle of a king.
.wake up
.walk around
.eat
.sleep
.wake up
.walk around
.eat .sleep
.wake up
.walk around
.eat
.sleep
.wake up
.walk around
.eat
.sleep
Savvy?
Should try it out one day.
Smiles.
Yawns.
Sleeps.
Scribbled onto the Whiteboard on
Saturday, June 24, 2006
10:37 PM

Suicide in the Trenches
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With cramps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The Hell where youth and laughter go.
Scribbled onto the Whiteboard on
Friday, June 23, 2006
8:43 AM

Its nights like this,
standing and admiring the lights,
speeding into the distance,
like countless fearless knights.
Dragging its tails,
slicing through the air,
piercing like nails,
as if it doesnt care.
Distinctive lights of wishes,
dashing away from your grip,
many too far to reach,
others, just too much to keep.
Into the night you start to dream,
the taste of sweetness,
like peaches and cream,
only to wake up into a world of darkness,
more nightmarish than it seem.
Scribbled onto the Whiteboard on
Thursday, June 15, 2006
10:07 AM
One day, i bought a carton of milk to drink.
I looked behind the milk carton.
It reads: Milk
"There is no point crying over spilt milk, unless its Jack Bauer's milk, in which case you are fucking screwed" ~
Stalin on milk
"Mr T'll throw you suckas helluva far!"~
Mr T on milk
Milk is an off-white viscous ooze (not to be mistaken for
Liquid Paper™) that is excreted from the
boobies of
fur-laden animals. This article will confine its attention to milk of the porcine (i.e
cow) variety.
How Milk is ProducedAfter billions of cows are harvested from the field with industrial cow-raping
machines, they are hand-sorted into several piles based on size,
color, and weight. Next, the cows are generously sprayed with DDT, and led into a chamber of
horrors replete with rotating
knives, frenzied
ninjas, filibustering
congresspersons, hydraulic presses,
Linda Tripp, suction hoses, and loud
elevator music. The drippings are then passed through powerful
centrifuges that separate out the raw milk for further processing. (The leftover gooey residue is diverted to the manufacturing of miscellaneous products such as
dog food, cosmetics,
baseball bats, and
McDonald's hamburgers.)
The raw milk is then zapped with powerful
lasers to kill off at least some of the deadly
bacterial contamination, which accidentally grants the rest superpowers improve taste and texture. Finally, the milk is fortified with
vitamins and
minerals and
testosterone and
MSG and other hormones, aged in vast underground
caverns to the point of one day before expiration, and then stocked in the
dairy section of your local conglomerated
Wal-Mart.
History of Milk
The origin of when, how, and who discovered milk remains largely a
mystery. However, a popular theory, based on recently discovered cave paintings, is that a primitive human with a mental disorder walked up to a cow, and upon seeing a large pink bag, wondered to himself, "I wonder what would happen if I squeezed that big pink thing down there...". Wrapping his hand around the cow's
nipple, he gave it a gentle squeeze, then another squeeze, then a firmer squeeze, then several quick tugs in succession, and finally one big long yank, causing the white liquid (later known as "milk") to come out in several gooey spurts. The cow, not very happy about having some horny male human squeezing her private area, promptly reared up her legs and gave him a good swift kick in the
noggin, killing him instantly.
A nearby tribe member, who had happened to have witnessed the violent incident from a relatively safe distance, devised a cunning plan. After giving the cow a few swigs of
whiskey and taking the cow to a dimly-lit movie theatre, he began squeezing the nipples of the now very drunk and sedate cow. Once the milk came out again, he exclaimed to himself "I say, I wonder what this weird, white liquid that just came out of this cow tastes like!". Taking a sip, he found that it had a most refeshing and delicious taste, reminiscent of roasted almonds. He died of
hepatitis D the next day.
Eventually, the fondling of cows' tits spread around the world, and various other
animals were tested using this proven method. Some of the other types of milk that were later discovered are
goat's and
yak's. However, as with any scientific revolution, many unsuccesful experiments were tried on other animals, such as
turtles,
sharks, and
lions. None survived.
“As long as it's warm and furry, I'll grab that sucker and squirt some milk into my glass! Now that's what I call good drinkin'!”
~
Oscar Wilde on Milk
“Milk is the worst thing in the world!”
~
Oscar Wilde on Milk
Illicit Milk Abuse
Milk became the "
Sissy Drink of All Eternity" in 549 BC when
Steve Urkel warped through a time/dimension rift and drank it right in front of King McMaceral, who then outlawed it for all
eternity. Since then, outlaw sissies have been drinking it in secrecy to gain genetic enhancing powers in the face of bully attacks.
It is well known that
Superman was once a sissy who wore nerdish
glasses, but after drinking 4 billion gallons of illicit milk, he gained super-human powers too. After the American government figured this out, they promptly infected him with a genetically modified
virus that paralyzed his body. Milk is now strictly controlled by the federal government and is most commonly found in cleaning products.
Super AIDSMilk was once thought to be the leading cause of
Super AIDS. However, milk does not cause Super AIDS. Because of this,
Oscar Wilde is often seen walking the streets, handing out bottles.
Health Benefits of Drinking MilkThicker
bonesStrong white
teethA nice glossy coat
Firmer
erectionsSuper AIDSHealth Risks of Drinking Milk
BotulismFlesh eating bacteriaCowpoxSuper AIDSMad Cow DiseaseCowationFlatulenceJuggler's despair
HalitosisGynecomastiaAcute
lactose poisoning
PneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosisTerrible
acneInflammation of
man boobsFamous Celebrities who Sold Out and now Push Milk for the Milk Industry
Denzel WashingtonMadonnaSpuds McKenzieOprah WinfreyThe Olsen TwinsSonny (not so much anymore) and
CherBob DoleSanta ClausRoboJesus 4900Famous Milkmen
Your DadYour MomSubstances which Milk is Not to be Confused With
Apple cider
Scribbled onto the Whiteboard on
Saturday, June 3, 2006
5:51 PM
DJustin

Justin
18th December 1989
Ngee Ann Polytechnic
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