Monday, February 25, 2008

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/ ___| | / _ \| _ \|_ _| / \ | |
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| |_| | |__| |_| | _ < | | / ___ \|_|
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Inday for president!

Friday, February 08, 2008

Today, I have no more clean briefs left. I don't know what else to do. The end is nigh; the sky is falling; doom shall befall us all.

I should have washed my briefs when I had a chance. Today, the chance has already passed. If only. Oh, if only. Those must be the two saddest words in life.

I wonder how it feels to walk around town without any underwear. I used to do that when I was a kid, but I was forced into the world of brief-wearing-adulthood when I had this very traumatic experience when I was a child. You see, my nanny accidentally jammed my little weewee into my short's zipper. I had to be taken into a hospital because my weewee's foreskin already turned blue. Added insult to injury was that my mom scolded me for not wearing any underwear. Adults don't really have clue. They don't know what it feels like to run around the street naked with your nanny trying to catch you. It is very amusing to see people react the way they do.

It was a very traumatic experience. So from that day on, I vowed to wear briefs every time to prevent my little weewee from jamming into a zipper ever again.

I wonder if it's still OK not to wear briefs now. My once little weewee is no longer little, and I might have some awkward moments if it stood on attention at the most inopportune times.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

A great Eye, lidless, wreathed in flame. This evil is ever watchful.

I am the mighty evil Eye of the Basilisk. Behold my awesome power:
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Hihi. :)

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

I was intrigued to see how certain characters in the Unicode character set resemble the western alphabet when they are flipped. My inner geek immediately saw possibilities at this observation:

ndɔuoɯıs
simoncpu



Autistic thoughts.

Friday, February 01, 2008

Last night, I've stumbled upon a very cool online store that sells theatrical contact lenses. They sell contact lenses that look like Uchiha's Bloodline Limit, the Sharingan. I'm a Naruto fan, and I really find these lenses very cool:


In the Naruto anime, the Sharingan is a special genetic ability that allows the user to perceive motion clearer than normal eyes, and lets him see through Ninjutsu and Genjutsu. It also lets him copy motion and even ninja techniques, and can subliminally input ideas into his victim.

The Sharingan user has the power of letting his victims perceive 24 hours of illusion for every second that the victim looks into his eye. A Sharingan user can torture and break down the mental defenses of their victims this way, making them a fearsome enemy in the battlefield.

Sharingan users, such as Itachi and Sasuke don't have much creativity though. If I had Sharingan abilities, I'd use it for sex. I'd let my partner feel 24 hours of bliss for every second she looks into my eyes. Itachi and Sasuke really need to get laid. The battlefield is such a bad place to use their abilities.

I wish I could have one of those. But for $200 per pair, well...