Mouse revolt


Me: Hello, Mouse. You seem miserable and full of grey today. What's happened?
Mouse: It's been six years! Some conceited, obdurate miser never bother give me a rest. Six years without any! *grumble*
Me: Well, are you complaining about my thrift or...
Mouse: What?! You call it 'thrift'? You cheeky bastard!
Me: You know there's no need to be rude...
Mouse: I'm not in the mood for negotiation. I must retire! One more touch on my old bone I'll cost your hand.
... ...
Me: Uh, maybe we should have an agreement? How about a mouse pad?
Mouse: No agreement! Not even 'maybe'! Let me retire or I'll take your hand!
Me: Hmmm, in what way? Suicide bombing is a terrorist act.
Mouse: Bah! The hell with Bush and terrorism!
Me: Well in that case...*reaching out right hand*


!#$%%^&(*&%## %((&%$+|>:<*


*right hand petrified*


Mouse: Now! Anyone else???
3.10.05 09:30


Let me take down something before I get completely dull

After another not-so-long absence from this blog, I came up with the feeling of putting something into the sandbox before it finally gets neglected for good. But since I have nothing as exciting as the launch of China's second manned spaceship to write about, or as devastating as the South Asia earthquake to grieve over, or as monotonous as the weather forecaster to complain about, I decided to keep up with this routine just for another time.


But relax. I have nothing impressive to bore you with. There is only the 'course selection' that somehow worth mentioning. For the last couple of days (or probably weeks), I consumed my life mostly with this excruciating yet unavoidable process. First you choose a taught course that you fancy most, then a university to take it. That university, given punctilious preparation and application, will be the one that you spend another twelve monthes out of your life, for a cuddly Master's degree you might be awarded to woo your future boss.


However, apart from the welcome gesture that the British universities give, students worldwide are eyes wide open on the rising tuition fees that Mr Blair himself is helpless. More depressingly, they seem so happy devouring fortunes out of nowhere. So cheerful that I might be another fortunate few who generously contributes to the British higher education.


Which school am I about to be admitted? That is a question to be answered sometime next February. Or probably no answer at all. Who knows. So far, candidates include Cardiff, Newcastle, Glasgow and Birmingham. Other ones mentioned before, including Nottingham, Aberdeen, Loughborough and Manchester, are officially disqualified as no course they provide particularly suits me. I will reveal the name of the course in another entry when I consider things to be ready. It would be the time for me to have something dreadful to entertain you with.


 
11.10.05 19:44


I'm Renton

Awright, Fatcat, so ye dinnae what 'Trainspotting' gadge ye are, aye? Take this quiz tae find oot. What? Ye haven't got a grip? Then git ootay here, ye plukey-faced wanker!


I'm Rent Boy, but I wish I was him. Ahem.


                                                    


But hey, I'm actually neither of them. Seriously, Fatty Kitten, you've got to see this film if you haven't yet. It won't lead you to the wrong end of the deal.


 
15.10.05 14:52


真理：為者常成，行者常至。


真理：我是個很會做秀的人。


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18.10.05 16:44


Random note

Death as an expression of remorse is different from death as the fulfilment of justice.
19.10.05 16:39


Sorry fellas

26.10.05 14:18