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Saturday, January 31, 2004
If there's one thing that makes me sick Well I understand it's quite a precarious world out there, but anyhoos, here's some fried stick (and brownie points for Dave). Hurrahs!
And so sayeth Yuta @ 11:21pm
 Egad! He beats me! If I were to offer him an anthropoid ape for every thirteenth month he pees blood, will I be able to snitch his URL for my own sexploits? He is enthusiastically marketing Malaysia beans and dried nuts, for sweetsoap's sake.
Q: What are the odds?
And so sayeth Yuta @ 9:29pm Aye, thwack 'em chickens mate (and good riddance bird-flu)!
And so sayeth Yuta @ 6:35am Tuesday, January 27, 2004 Ooh. Mister sweets veritably rocked the striped socks off my Camper's pelotas for being terrifically snug and fuzzy and not give a ratton's ass about my buggered eye. YAY him!
And so sayeth Yuta @ 10:59pm Sunday, January 25, 2004 It is none the bewilderment now as to why the dratted ants voted antecedently among their dinky selves and eventually surmised to anchor their saggy little butts on the inside of my left eyelid albeit me tolerating utter discomfort. I peek-a-booed at their new-found crash pad and saw The Comeback Kid (aka 'the havoc wreaker') amidst everything else. Sequacious! And so sayeth Yuta @ 6:49pm
On another note, tune in to National Geographic's Nasa Live on SCV 11 - Spirit and Opportunity might find some extrinsic greenhorns on Mars. And so sayeth Yuta @ 10:33am Saturday, January 24, 2004 I�m not too thrilled about a couple of wee, little family ants throwing together nineteen grams of fine sawdust to form a certain anthill just so they could merrily have a mini carousal of peanuts and ferris wheels on the inside of my left eyelid; causing it to look inflamed and solidly bulgy. I swear this is so not dandy-dory - especially when my suffering eyelid unanticipatedly flushed a glowing crimson when I met up with some chums for our OB project this afternoon. Perhaps tomorrow I might visit the family doctor to end their ant-i-social shindig. Ooh, crossed my fingers that those pretty butterflies will quit bugging me with their eccentric shooting of tuna flavoured bullets in my gut by then. Ugh.
And so sayeth Yuta @ 1:14am Friday, January 23, 2004 A double-pattied beefalo takes a crapload of poke at Google: Boooooble!
And so sayeth Yuta @ 9:45am Wednesday, January 21, 2004
 Happy Chinese New Year and happier holidays! Idiosyncratic Nepalese munkees and halal chicken floss galore!
And so sayeth Yuta @ 11:12pm Some swell stuff:
My new accounting teacher's gay
And so sayeth Yuta @ 12:42am Sunday, January 18, 2004 Squeeze my lungs � I�ve decided that pigs aren�t alone in being the ugliest thing in existence on this terrestrial sphere. There was a little something else which substantially had me choked on my own puke and brought my perfectly unmarred Sunday morning down to ruination. It was one of those hideous, light green Smart Cabs. The machine was straight out ugly! Why, when I first saw one of those cabs in operation this morning, it was practically smooching some baboon�s inflamed butt. I wholeheartedly sympathized with the creature�s enduring torment and suffering. The ill-fated baboon was visibly shaken. Anyhoos, for everything else pulchritudinous and psychedelic, there�s always drewcope. Enrapture pure sonority in blissville (ooohs and aaahs). Woofer not included.
And so sayeth Yuta @ 7:49pm Saturday, January 17, 2004 Shizzolate munkee balls and pick some poop!
And so sayeth Yuta @ 5:12pm Dear earthlings - say hi to Mister Paddy-Pea. He will sometimes occupy 7% of the site's page whenever I feel diseased or get a little woozy in the head (well, at least he promised not to swipe the URL). Hint: Mouseover Mister Paddy-Pea's area for what he's up to.
 Just so you know, we are totally unrelated. Mister Paddy-Pea loves purple (yuck!), pickles (yuck!), pee-drenched peanuts (yuck!) and P Diddy (oh, yuck! yuck! yuck!). And he cusses a lot too. Sadly, he thinks Xbox is a cuss. He has this peculiar thought that Xbox is 'wanking in between smooches'. I personally think Mister Paddy-Pea is demented, but if you love his butt to little bits and pieces, then there is absolutely a need to thank the sweet mother of soap. They did.
And so sayeth Yuta @ 1:08am Thursday, January 15, 2004 I felt stinking bloated after work so off I went to 7-11 (again).
FAVOURITE SONG: �Give a dog a bone�
FAVOURITE HANGOUT: Chilling out between the goal posts. Those obviously ugly beans are utterly awful and grungy-looking; thus I might share them with Ash for morning's breakfast. And oh, mister sweets and I slogged our pooped feet to Boat Quay's Coffee Bean for a mere raspberry cheesecake which tasted very much like a badly decomposed snail's goo. Worse, it still does. Blame it on some jinxed peas.
And so sayeth Yuta @ 12:18am Tuesday, January 13, 2004 I bought a packet of Mighty Beans for $3.90 from a 7-11 store (well I had a fab day at the office; so eat my socks!) and caught these two delightful peas peeking meekly at me from inside the pack:
FAVOURITE GAME: Hide and Stomp
FAVOURITE MOVIE: Exit The Dragon In reality, these are what they can actually do:
(i) Buoyantly roll over from a mild slope to the ground and then somePissing radness.
And so sayeth Yuta @ 10:22pm Oh, mister sweets. Can I bite you for the double toppings you got me?
And so sayeth Yuta @ 7:09am Sunday, January 11, 2004 TNP�s What you get for where you touch (a follow-up to the Shankar Aiyar's molestation case):
(i) Kiss on the cheek, no force used: A fine of about $2000There are some things that money can't buy. For everything else, there's the [your favourite bank here] MasterCard.
And so sayeth Yuta @ 8:24pm Osama wants to meet people who have access to some high-grade plutonium and thus, link him and his friends in Friendster. Elseways, he'll shove two hundred and fifty seven pounds of bombshells down your puny throat together with a backpack nuke up your purty little butt so it will never be purty again for the longest time of your life; he told me. Blame it on a suckerday.
And so sayeth Yuta @ 1:36am Thursday, January 08, 2004 Hello, earthlings. EL Doctorow quotes:
Planning to write is not writing. Outlining, researching, talking to people about what you're doing, none of that is writing. Writing is writing� Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way. So yeah, those wild cherries were rather contemplative, but then again, I shall not delve laboriously into yet another yonder out of sheer mental acquisitiveness � it�s a considerably personal thing. Anything else, I�d blithely trade my trifling three-month-old terminal bonzai (she's pretty near obliteration) for some evidently eccentric, mohawked chickadees; albeit them being screwy chicks. Oh, what bitter tang!
And so sayeth Yuta @ 10:10pm
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I am supposed to bum around everywhere with mister sweets today. But no (darn it!), because pissing imbecilic ants have roped in another of their boisterous bunch of amigos for their oh-so obtrusive orgy. Gah!
DOG BEAN
GOALIE BEAN
T-REX BEAN
NUN-CHUKKA BEAN