Scientifically speaking.

As part of his daily hurls of insults, MMK said I looked dumb for a science-stream student. Our school had 3 classes. I was in Science-1 while MMK was in Science-2. And nominated for the last class, was a mutual friend we all call the ‘G‘.

He transferred to another school, so that he would be in its first class. The ‘G‘ was a boy who believed strongly in the teachings of science. Proven even so, when he told me his reasons for going back to his girlfriend whom he was cheating on.

Subjects of study:
1. The Girlfriend – Fat but fair, tall and big-breasted.
2. The CheaterGirl – Thin, tanned but short and small-breasted.

“I’m going back to my girlfriend.”

“Huh? Why? I thought you said the new girl has the slim and tanned body that you like?”

“Yes, but we can’t just follow our heart. We need to consider the scientific side of stuffs too.

Fat can become thin…

Fair can become tanned…

BUT… Short cannot become tall…

And small certainly cannot become big!”

Interesting theory. But like all the big theories we have had before, were never really popular when first introduced. The same could be happening here.

Cat gone :-(

On CD 4, track 22 of my car deck is an oldie by Freedy Fender – Before The Next Teardrop Falls. And whenever Mogg brings up the issue about his kinky love for his already attached cousin, we never fail to sing it as loud and as obnoxious as possible. Just for the kicks of annoying him.

It goes a little something like this…

If he brings you happiness,
Then i wish you all the best.
It’s your happiness that matters most of all…

But if he ever breaks your heart.
If the teardrops ever start.
I’ll be there before the next teardrop falls…

The song came into play again this afternoon, but with a higher degree of relevance. Maybe its because of the recent life events involving Cat, morross and sorrow… and haizzz. Anyway, this is all karma coming into play. Last time tease people, now sendiri kena.

But I’m all glad I’m cleared of the karma-repayment. Hopefully future faiths will be more fruitful. And since we are this subject, there is this person. A girl ok… works in Jabil ok… Junn’s best friend ok… Identity doesn’t matter la, just assume she’s a totally ?random? person with T.L. initials.

So she finally approved me on friendster today, after I’ve added her for 3 months. All because I bought her water to drink when she felt sick. So rather than to let karma takes its toll on her, I’m blogging bad things about her today – to clear her off her *sins* la.

See I so good. So stop clouding Junn’s mind already…

Road block.

The tree thought he had found something special by looking at the letters along the way. Manatau, the true meaning of the letters is only revealed after the U-turn.

Saint Cinnamon.

New blog discovered!. To know her, you’ll need to work your way from A to Z(oe-t).

Apparently, the only non-nutdo lover among us drove to KL (for some mysterious reasons) and bought us back boxes of cinnamon rolls.

“Inside will have 4 flavors la. 1 original, 1 apple – both my favorites! The other 2, jackpot la. Hehe.. haha..” – Made me wanna *cekik* her only.

When I opened it at home, the all looked the same! All the toppings black-black one. Nevermind, I then tried to differentiate them by smell. All smelt the same – traces of cinnamon at every roll! Recognizing Sasi & Mogg also much easier. Though they two look and smell the same. Umm… I mean they both equally handsome and smell equally delicious. Don’t perasan plz.

Having passed the look and smell test, I grabbed myself a roll. At first touch, “What the hell, how come so hard one?”. Then I remembered MMK’s preaching about the differences between yeast raised pastries versus powder raised bla bla bla…, so this must be the type that hardens quicker – but tastes better when still hot.

Nothing a 20 second merry-go-round trip in the microwave couldn’t fix. The roll returned to its original fluffily-soft state, the honey melted, the toppings became squishy again – all contributing factors in filling the kitchen with a pleasant aroma. I could hear the girls at level 4 “cincang-cincang shi-shi mo-mo” in Mandarin, clearly bewildered by the smell. But they weren’t the only wild things still awake. unLucky, the pet poodle was jumping and wagging her tail too. “woo-woo grrr-grrrr”, asking me to feed her.

At first bite, it burnt my tongue and the “peeled” roll released a small gush of steam that blurred out my glasses. Blind-sighted, 2 raisins fell unto my jeans (leaving 2 dot-sized stains) and then to the floor, happily gobbled up by unLucky. Overall not bad la…

NasiLemakSpecial with Babi Hutan.

*Beep beep* – SMS received.

“2 19-inch LCD monitors got stolen by 2 customers. They came in at 4am with big bags. Lim gave chase but they sped off on a motorbike.”

Wow~! 19-inch LCD monitors are not exactly small. And what was Lim doing? And how many customers could there have been at 4am in the morning? And aren’t him even suspicious to see 2 dudes walking in with 2 big & empty bags?

But I have to hand it to them. They’ve done their homework well and managed to come up with a plan. They were quick and swift too. Can even outrun Lim whilst hugging 2 giant monitors – champions!

Anyway, there was this bunch of not-so-champions that decided to strike some 2 years ago. There were 6 of them, all clad in black jumpsuits, faces covered like ninjas and armed with parangs. The first thing they did was, well err… was to sabotage their own effort.

When they came in, they decided to loot the first thing they saw – the cashier’s LCD monitor. Using a parang, they tried to saw off the cables. The power tripped and whole place went dark. Then they tried to get some money off the customers but the customers managed to hide their wallets. Didn’t know what else to do, they panicked and ran away.

Our total monetary lost for that incident was RM12 to replace the monitor cables. But what hurt us more was the lost of customer confidence. That outlet is now on the ground floor with round-the-clock security guards.

And speaking of crooks and loots,

*Teng Teng Teng* – IM conversation.

Bryan: People whack me again. Help.
Me: Who?
Bryan: Wait ar… his nick very funky one. NasiLemakSpecial with Babi Hutan.
Me: Ok, let me teach him a lesson not to mess with Hidden Hero again.
Bryan: Thank you Platinum Farmer.

LoL. The nicknames we come up with…