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Friday, February 26, 2010
Natural blackR: What is? Kiwi: wait ah I'm arguing with someone online now R: LOL ok Kiwi: wa ross I think my face is damn black now R: lol but but but they're NATURALLY black; even in non-pissed condition Kiwi: THANKS AH ROSS R: hahahaha but but but it's trueeeeee. But I suppose now is just a darker shade of black (as opposed to a whiter shade of pale LOL) Grinning Goat at 2/26/2010 05:04:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out}
*Throw eggs*This is an excerpt of our fight the other day. In a goat and chicken war there's a lot of egg throwing and shit and bad smell hahahaha. R:  Goon:  R:  Goon:  R:   Goon:  R:  Goon:  R:  Goon:  R:  Goon:  R:  Goon:  R:  R:  Goon:  Goon:  R:  Goon:  R:  *Goon is now offline* And that's how the fight ends. LOL. Grinning Goat at 2/26/2010 01:06:00 AM pontificated | {buzzz out} Wednesday, February 24, 2010 When mathematical equations don't quite cut it y = 1.5x + 2.80 (where y = midnight taxi fare and x = time spent on the taxi) Yes well I worked out this formula on the way home the other night because really y cannot be > 50 because it just didn't exist then. And I found that while the equation really is so obviously linear, it doesn't feel linear. It feels exponential. Grinning Goat at 2/24/2010 12:07:00 AM pontificated | {buzzz out} Friday, February 19, 2010
Ooooooooo I'm still aliveIt was one hell of a long ride; figuratively and literally. Figuratively, because it was most decidedly creepy and I'm sure I was in some kind of mortal danger. Literally, because we got lost hahahaha M: hmmm traffic jam...should I squeeze through? R: yeah go :: R: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uh can you not squeeze so close to the car? My legs are hanging here M: Don't worry I use my side view mirror as a gauge R: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my legs protrude more than your side view mirror =,= uhhh can you remember that and take that into account when squeezing through? M: Don't worry you won't die you'll just lose a leg R: TWO legs! :: R: I think we're getting further and further away, this road heads to Sembawang =,= M: You mean I shouldn't have reversed? But it should be correct, we went to Upper Thomson road R: Uhh but you wanted to go to Upper Serangoon Road :: R: and why are we near the Singapore zoo again? :: R: my eyeballs are drying up :: I think I need a full suit body armour. With all that cars in the road. At that speed. And if I have spare guts left (it has been exhausted for the purpose of worrying about my life), I would probably curse and swear with a fervour that perhaps won't be more than but most probably equals that of sheegoon's in a bad traffic jam. Because some drivers are just plain IDIOTS. Must they cut lanes huh? CAN'T THEY SEE A MOTORCYCLE HERE? I'm talking about my rare AB- blood here. Even if we're near Mount Alvernia hospital (which by the way I was truly glad for)and even if I can be rushed there in time after an accident, WHAT IF THEY DON'T HAVE MY BLOOD IN THE BANK HUH?! If I were to be philosophical about this, I think we got lost because the higher power wants me to ride in a motorcycle long enough to get traumatised enough to never want to ride in one ever again. Technically, I could have stopped somewhere and decided to quit it and just took a bus home but I was thinking then (perhaps rather stupidly) that I have survived half the journey (I didn't know it then but I actually think wrong because we got lost so it was probably just one quarter hahaha) and the shorter distance left means that the odds of me surviving the rest of the journey is higher (but then again, the odds of me surviving a bus ride is probably even higher). That might be paranoia central talking for you. It was just ONE ride. What are the odds people die from one ride? But see if you think about it, I only have ONE life to kill too. (And only one heart, no matter how clogged up the blood vessels might be. And only one brain, no matter how lacking in folds and memory space it might be And only one liver And 5 litres of blood the blood bank may not even have) The big problem of riding a pillion is that with more mass, there is more inertia and more inertia means more instability. It'll be harder to control the balance. Some idiots can just cut your lane and you swerve and the pillion may get flung off the bike. Even without any idiots on the road, you may lose an organ or two just falling down at that speed. And them bloody trucks. Flesh against metal. It was no competition. It would be massacre. Grinning Goat at 2/19/2010 08:49:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} Thursday, February 11, 2010
She is common stockR: eh are you an A blooder or B blooder? Sheegoon: O lol R: realllllyyy? O+? Sheegoon: ya the common one R: Why do you have Sheegoon: the selfless one R: the commonest LOL LIESSSS Sheegoon: yeah universal donor R: lol ewww O+ Sheegoon: why eww lol it's only blood type R: Why is there so many O people? Sheegoon: I'm common stock Grinning Goat at 2/11/2010 05:04:00 PM pontificated | {buzzz out} Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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