A Moment of Randomness

Whee! Exams are over!

Actually, at the point of writing, I have a Grade 8 ABRSM Theory Exam tomorrow morning, but oh well, if I don't take the time to post this, it may never see the light of the day.

This piece of literature here has been on my computer for 2 weeks because I had no time to publish this thanks to the intense cramming I did during my exams.

Anyway, here's an interesting story/conversation/literature which will make you ache from laughter or stare blankly wondering if we are out of our minds.

Note
Yours truly: Normal
Lilypad: Italics
Blush Queen: Bold

I haven't blogged in a long time and I don't think I want to blog now.

But since I'm in school and have nothing better to do, why not?

Okay.

So here it goes.

Lilypad just said that she willingly marry a rich guy for "equipment".

Hmm....what "equipment"? That sounds so wrong...

(Video equipment so I can do AWESOME films on all of you.)

No wait.. She thought about it and then she said that she also wants a WHOLESOME guy. Both criterias - important.

A wholesome guy? Is that even possible to find?

Here is Lilypad's definition of wholesome guys - Lilypad is currently not available. She is sitting on her leaf in the frog pond smoking bananas. (Is there nicotine in them??)

Okayyyy, fine. Since we're not getting anywhere, why don't we switch direction and head 180 degrees southwards!

Here we go!

Plurk....doesn't that word just give you ideas of a certain someone?

Strangely enough, that word Plurk seems to conjure certain images cast in a very pink, romantic light.

Hmmm...

It talks of the first whispers of romance, one's knight in shining armour, the rose-bud tinted pages of girlhood and the rosy blush which shadows one's face when comrades very slyly give subtle hints and knowing looks. *nudge, nudge* *ahem...ahem*

Oh yes, I know about that, cos I'm one of the comrades involved in the teasing...

But of course, I'm not in the position to tell further. Why don't we just go straight to the source herself, Blush Queen?

So, Blush Queen, what do you have to say?

Firstly, Plurk is not as you described. And also I am wondering what those comrades of mine are whispering behind me. I learnt from someone.. " Why bother denying something if its not true?" So like the phrase says.. I am not gonna deny anything if there is nothing to deny..

So you're implying that every thing's true then? That you have a significant other?

How can I be implying that everything is true when I for one never said anything at all?

Since the gist of the two lines above is basically : How can you say it is not true when it's true AND How can you say it's true when it's not true?

(Wait, so do you even get that?)

If words cannot portray the blatant truth, let us now use the aid of expression. If I had a camera now (which I most unfortunately don't), you would thrill to the great, HUGE blush that has crept on her face. It's like TOMATO RED!! You get it? Tomato. And tomatoes=VERY RED.

It doesn't stop there. Blush Queen hasn't stopped laughing and giggling and giving herself little assuring smiles. I bet her heart is beating a million times a second, cartwheeling and doing 1000 meter high somersaults.

WOW!

That's the power of love :)

Firstly... OMG!!! Expression? That ain't fair. I do not look like a tomato nor do I match the colour of a tomato. I do not and am not giving myself reassuring smiles. My laughing would result in my turning crazy due to the exams. My heart is beating like a normal "human heart" unlike Lilypad's heart which can beat a million times a second. and also my heart cannot cartwheel due to the fact that it is caged in my body protected my my ribs. (science fact)

Not because someone has locked up your heart and kept the key with him? Are you sure? And you have been very good-natured lately, with all your I love yous in Plurk. if you want rock solid proof, all you have to do is pay a visit to our dear Blush Queen's Plurk for all the juicy details.

What are you trying to do? and no.. no.. and yes i am sure no one has done that or anything like that whatsoever. Isn't it good to be good-natured? Would you prefer me like the last time? My Plurk is my thoughts and people would do well to leave it alone.

Your argument is kind of weak. Haha. I think I know why. Simply because the truth is the truth and the truth shall set you free :)

And because this is like getting really redundant, let's rest the case until further proof surfaces :) :)

That sounds awesome.. =)
Moving on..

Helen I'm bored TELL ME A STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

One day, there lived a girl called Eleasha. She was fat and stout and lived in a teapot. She had bad grammar and always needed to be corrected by her darling-ish friends. Before going to bed in her cottage every night, she fries two fish. Oh, who's the other fish for? Someone else? And she can cook????

Didn't you know of my awesome cooking skills? I can even fry the entire house in two minutes. That reminds me, we have a cooking class later. I wonder if she will surprise us with her culinary skills and serve us fine-dining style.

BOREDOM IS KILLING.VERY KILLING.

Eleasha, I'm super borrrreeeeddddd....... TELL ME A BETTER STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

One starry night, two figures strode up Helen's doorstep. One was slender and slim, the other firm and muscular. They were Blush Queen and Ahem..ahem :)

So, Helen being very hospitable and very eager to know why these two people were together ON HER DOORSTEP ON A STARRY NIGHT, prepared a steaming, piping hot pot of tofu char. (EWWWWWW.... Digusting. How 'nice' of you Helen..)

She sat them down right away but there was ONE PROBLEM. There was only two chairs in the entire house and Helen needed to sit on a chair as she was VERY TALL. If she stood up, there would be a hole in her roof. So, the big question was this: Who would get the chair???

She was about to ask them to play 'Scissors, Paper, Stone' when she realised that they were totally absorbed in each other.

THE END

Moral of the story
Number 1: Don't cook tofu char for guests. It makes them ickyy-bicky-ishly romantic :)
Number 2: Buy more chairs
Number 3: Love is so CUTE!!

This was written by yours truly, Lilypad and Blush Queen in a fit of boredom and randomness during IT class.

Hope this made you feel better!