Friday, October 21, 2005 - blueah. : my food chemistry is going to DIE.

DIE. DIE YOU HEAR ME?

im so sad. stupid food chemistry. why did my school ever choose such a le chey topic.

and speaking of food chemistry, i have something super interesting to blog about!

just about an hour ago, my mom asked me to taste the ayam risa risa (chicken with lemongrass+chili+other stuff) and tell her how it was. and so i did.

then, i headed off to the bathroom to bathe and WAH LAH! i stained my shirt with the damnable sauce. but then again, its a shirt i usually wear at home so who cares about the stains right...

so i took it off and grabbed some washing powder and happily smeared it all over the yellowish stain (of which i suppose came from a generous addition of yellow ginger) and GUESS WHAT?

the stain turned RED!!!!

it was AB-SO-LUTE-LY FASCINATING!!!!! alright -fine-. it was inane. that's what a few hours of studying and the anticipation of A levels do to your brain. but WHO CARES!

IT TURNED RED.

it was so interesting! then, i splashed it with water and washed it with soap and GUESS WAT? it turned back to YELLOW!

then i smeared it with the washing powder again and yade yade... you get the point lah.

so amusing right? ah... the wonders of science... and yellow ginger... and soap...

but let me digress now.

Do you know who BARNEY is?

he is the stupid purple dinosaur and he is ab-so-lute-ly annoying. really. i hate it when the song goes:

"Barney is a dinosaur from our imagination, blah blah blah blah blah....." ah... SHUT UP.

really. whenever i see barney on tv or anywhere for that matter, i got to resist the urge to slap that lumbering purple lardball of a freaktard. oh and when he/she/it LAUGHS. he/she/it sounds like he's/she's/it's is choking on ping pong balls that he/she/it mistaken for fishballs. really. he sounds THAT dumb.

i really dread it if that purple lump actually survives, by some freaking twist of fate, till the day i have kids. and my kids fall for the evil and idiotic charm of barney and beg me to bring them to his/her/it's concert in singapore. i tell you i will DIE.

can you imagine? all the kids with their daddies and mommies dancing to barney is a dinosaur from our imagination... i'll most probably get a seizure the moment the show starts and fall to the ground convulsing and foaming at the mouth. then my kid will turn around and look at his twitching dad before returning his attention to the show and begin prancing about like some paraplegic chicken with the grace of a spastic donkey.

i can almost swear seeing barney's eternal smile curling into a grin as he giggles with a sinister "ngee hee heee hee hee...", all the while watching me as i DIE from his/her/it's anal attempts at singing which is really synonymous with him/her/it farting through his face...

yes. that's how much i HATE barney. whoever created he/she/it must have regreted it the moment that purple ball took shape in reality. one day, kids of the world will see the evilness of barney and stone that lard ball to death. seriously. come people chant with me!

DIE Barney DIE....

C.K blogged at 5:55 AM