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Posts archive for: 11 June, 2006
  • 40 Things Bart Simpson Has Written At the Beginning of The Simpsons

    1. They are laughing at me, not with me.
    2. I will not fake my way through life.
    3. I will not call my teacher "Hot Cakes."
    4. I will not encourage others to fly.
    5. I will not Xerox my butt.
    6. I will not instigate a revolution
    7. I will not draw naked ladies in class.
    8. I did not see Elvis.
    9. I will not trade pants with others.
    10.I will not drive the principal's car.
    11.I will not sell school property.
    12.Spitwads are not free speech.
    13.A burp is not an answer.
    14.I will not belch the National Anthem.
    15.I will not grease the monkey bars.
    16.I will not hide behind the Fifth Amendment.
    17.Hamsters cannot fly
    18.I am not a dentist.
    19.Underwear should be worn on the inside.
    20.I will not expose the ignorance of the faculty.
    21.I will not conduct my own fire drills
    22.Goldfish don't bounce.
    23.I will not eat things for money.
    24.I will not yell "She's Dead" during roll call.
    25.I will not barf unless I'm sick.
    26.I will not carve gods.
    27.I will not aim for the head.
    28.I will not snap bras.
    29.This punishment is not boring and pointless.
    30.My name is not Dr. Death.
    31.The principal's toupe is not a frisbee.
    32.Mud is not one of the four food groups.
    33.I will not sell miracle cures.
    34.I do not have diplomatic immunity.
    35.I am not authorized to fire substitute teachers.
    36.The Pledge of Allegiance does not end with "Hail Satan."
    37.Garlic gum is not funny.
    38.I will not do anything bad ever again.
    39. "Bart Bucks" are not a legal tender.
    40.I will finish what I star

    My favorite are number 3, 24, 28, 36 and 40.:>>

  • I Need A Pedicure!

    And you can't blame me. I've been working on my painting for the last few days and at the end of the the day, my nails are splotched and speckled with colors of the rainbow. It's worth it for the love of art, but I can't ignore the fact that my fingers look like they've been digging in a gutter. Urgh.|-|

    Maybe when I get to the mall, I'll walk up to the salon and demand to give me a pedi ASAP.

    Anyway, I'm almost done with my painting.;)

  • Doggy Afternoon

    Two summers ago, while our vacation in LA, California, I realized there are some dogs with an uncanny sense of getting themselves lost.

    While folding our laundry in the garage, it was any other day- when a dog with short curly-white fur- promptly walked in the garage, seemingly out of nowhere. It was a female of mixed origin and she was quite friendly and didn't hesitate to be petted. It must've known we were dog-lovers.:>> She had no collar so we assumed that she'll eventually walk back to her owners in the neighborhood.

    The next morning, I was shocked to see the dog sleeping on the old couch in the garage. We had no choice but to keep the dog and see if the owner might look for her.
    We fed her, hoping that this time she will go back home so we left the garage door open for her. To no avail. :**: She enjoyed our company though, being very playful at our presence.

    It's apparent she wanted to adopt us.

    When we left LA, the dog was still at our relative's house. It's a good thing they have dogs of their own too.:yes:

  • Superman- wannabe

    Last night, while indulging in dinner by myself, my nine-yr-old brother jumped in front of the electric fan with a pink towel on his back. Then, he spread out his arms with the towel behind him, and cried out, "I'm Superman!!":roll: With the billowing effect on his "cape".

    Oh brother.

    My li'l brother has inherited a wild imagination- I think it's because of watching too much TV.

    He played some more in front of the fan before I told him that Superman usually has a six-pack than baby fats. Then I sent him off to shower.

    It's a blimp- it's a pelican- oh wait, it's just my li'l bro.:>>

  • Superman- wannabe

    Last night, while indulging in dinner by myself, my nine-yr-old brother jumped in front of the electric fan with a pink towel on his back. Then, he spread out his arms with the towel behind him, and cried out, "I'm Superman!!":roll: With the billowing effect on his "cape".

    Oh brother.

    My li'l brother has inherited a wild imagination- I think it's because of watching too much TV.

    He played some more in front of the fan before I told him that Superman usually has a six-pack than baby fats. Then I sent him off to shower.

    It's a blimp- it's a pelican- oh wait, it's just my li'l bro.:>>

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