Thursday, May 31, 2007

chapter 11 : Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn

good afternoon ladies and gentelmen, it's a sunny afternoon with thunderclouds hanging low, and how do you do?

it's vesak day everyone, so grab your candles and walk around the temple and chant sutras (for my buddhists friends out there, no offence). anyways, it's still to early to do that, and i'm stuck at home, alone with rat. my parents are out doing their vesak day thing, my sisters are probably having a candle light lunch on a vesak day (it's pretty cold, i know). so anyways, today, i'm trying to crack some cold jokes. o yea, that reminds me, the other day i tried visiting ah sok's blog, the only response and feed i got were 5 words. thats strange....


hm..... i used to be able to do this when i was a kid, but back then i guess everyone has screwed up sense of humour. it was kinda easy to break everyone elses funny bone and they'll be on the floor all day.

a druken man stumbled out of a bar, knocked over a garbage bin, walked into a lamp post, and fell flat on the sidewalk right in front of a fussy old lady, who saw everything.

"if i were in your condition, young man," said the old crone, "i'd shoot myself"

"lady," the drunk replied groggily, "if.... you were in.... my condition, you'd.... miss"

that was kinda lame, wasn't it? how about poetry?

a doctor fell into a well
and broke his collar bone.
a doctor should attend the sick,
and leave the well alone.

this isn't really working, is it? this feels kinda lame after all. well, i'll just go with it.

what did julius ceasar say when brutus stabbed him in the back? ouch? this feels very stupid and cold. o, look outside, the sky turned dark and the storm clouds are thundering, i better go get my lunch pronto. talk later

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