Monday, August 29, 2005

Since I can't really stay long, I just want to tell this story, which is one of my favourite stories, as for one, it is very short, and for another it makes absolutely no sense at all. Whenever I remember it, or tell anyone about it, I will not hesitate to dissolve into laughter. I'm really really sorry if I freak anyone out in the process.
Anyway, I got this story from a thick book with a whole collection of stories. I cannot remember the title of the book. I cannot remember any other story from that same book. So do not bother to ask me about it. :)

The Man with Two Wives
There was once a man with two wives. He had a young wife, and an old wife, while he himself was of middle age.
Every morning, his young wife would sit behind him, brushing his hair for him, and plucking out any white hair she saw, to make him look as young as her.
Every night, his old wife would sit behind him, brushing his hair for him, and plucking out any black hair she saw on his head, to make him look as old as her.
In the end, the man went bald.

-Giggles madly-
I have no idea why that story does that to me. I just find it insanely funny and very cute at the same time. I think there's supposed to be a moral to that story, and no I don't think it's that the man shouldn't have two wives, the man shouldn't have wives of different ages, and definitely not the man should have just went bald in the first place.
Yeah, so erm. Anyone care to help me think up of a moral?

Posted by norbert at 8/29/2005 10:41:00 PM

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Today was a rather bright day. I only remember that yesterday was one of the most terrible days of my life, as I had to tell my parents my Chinese O Level score, which was, sadly a B4. Alas.
I remember one of the first things my dad said after hearing me, was ‘How much did Sherilyn get?’
Thanks a lot, dad, for saying that you don’t compare me with my sister. Ho ho ho.
He then asked whether I needed to take Chinese in JC, and said he didn’t remember Sherilyn taking Chinese in JC. I painstakingly reminded him that JC-goers only take Chinese in JC 1, for the first half of the year. (I heard Mrs. Ding correctly right? Yes? Yes?)
Well I don’t think I’ll be re-taking. Firstly, it’d be suicidal. Secondly, I’m tired of Chinese as it is. Chinese without tests is okay, but Chinese O Level is like ugh.
Well, to show my parents back, I’m going to bloody well get a damned A1 for my English, to make me and my sister’s language score even. So there.
I better get that A1.

Okay, enough about boring sad stuff, on to… erm… more happy stuff.
I don’t think there’s any, anyway. Hmmmm
Okay, I know, yesterday I fell sick, with the flu, some kind of wonky cough all bundled into one happy family in my body. Fell asleep past midnight, having forced myself to watch Inuyasha and Shaman King, Inuyasha is getting angsty (It ought to, it still have over 100 episodes to go) while Shaman King was decently getting interesting.
Wa hahahahax Hao is hoooottt. Go Spi-ri-to Fi-re! I likes fire.
Liew! I demand all pictures of Hao! Do not deny me; else you don’t get your songs! Wa hahahahax.

Prelims are coming! I do believe it’s like next, next week or something. But that’s just English. I need to pwnzorz everyone in my English. Mua hahaha.
Oh and an AMath test on Monday.

I need to start studying.

Posted by norbert at 8/13/2005 06:17:00 PM