Showing posts with label Recycled Texts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Recycled Texts. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Best birthday wish so far

Recycled text from Cheanea - May old age bless you with new personality new attitude and best of all my dearest new sex positions to add to your sexume!!!

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Blink and you'll miss it

Recycled texts - Post mortem for the Who the F%$# Are You Party

First and foremost I’d like to thank everyone who came down and made it so awesome. I’ve never really gotten to explaining how I came to this … The WTFRU party is really about reconnecting with all the people who have deemed themselves as friends over the years. 

Perhaps the party should have been Who the F%$# Are You (to me) Party. Heh.

Lots have happened within the past year, the most significant being the end of a long termed relationship of mine. As wise Ellen once said, at least I didn’t chose wrongly. I don't disagree, it’s really not that I mind being single but I really didn’t feel like spending this year’s birthday alone. 

It’s interesting to see that those who were there, have been there all along, with some odd surprises, great to see new faces and slightly disappointing those who were supposedly close that didn't make much of an effort and of course there are those who are too far away, u were with me in spirit and essence. I miss u guys much.

On a grubby note, I didn’t mean to get the Prima Deli and Bengawan Solo cakes. I was really looking forward to some good old fashioned rum-ed up Blackforest from Pine garden which has been a favourite since a few years back. But what to do … went down and they were closed for CNY. When life throws you lemons you make lemonade!

Thank you once again all. 


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Friday, December 12, 2008

Have I mentioned I love my new job?

Format: Email


Sent to E CC: LS, 3.59PM

Dear E,
Since u have the biggest desk in our cosy new corner, you are required to allocate some space for us to contain our "hoards" which are not limited to the following:chocolates, biscuits, our growing collection of beverage sachets, instant noodles.
Since we are terrorists, and terrorist demands are seldom negotiable, we expect full cooperation.
Lots of hearts,


Your new neighbours


Format: Email

Sent to Soppy CC: LS, 4.06PM



Dear Soppy,
Oh terrorist-wannabe neighbours (Les Terribles),
That's a wonderful suggestion (demand). You have to ensure that your hostage (lovely me) is well-fed so that you will always have space for your growing food corner (hoard). :D
E


Format: Email

Sent to E CC: LS, 4.11PM


Ever so optimistic E. I confirm that your elephant tranquilisers are working great. And yes we treat hostages very well to comply with ISO (Infidels are So Overrated) standards.


Format: Email

Sent to Soppy CC: LS, 4.53PM

thanks for reminding me about the tranquilisers. need it bad now ... my head is throbbing. how about some medical aid for ze lovely hostage?


Format: Email

Sent to E CC: Soppy, 5.05PM

Soppy has jus gone off to pick up the ransom, so she regrettably is unable to attend to your request. in any case, hostages have to just bear with things until release (if at all). at least that's the case in my experience :-)

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Heng didn't get lumped together with the diet bunch.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Recycled texts.

How does one get one's lost mojo back together when Friday night will be spent in school for discussion, a whole Saturday, or at least the daylight is dedicated to finding inspiration for web design. Come Sunday I'm committed for another project meeting. Ack. There are days where feel like I can do anything. Today is just not one of those days.



Last song syndrome:

On the good ship lollipop.
Its a sweet trip to a candy shop
Where bon-bons play
On the sunny beach of Peppermint Bay.