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Thursday, 7 February 2008 4:31 pm
Anyone can talk, but only one can snort.

Trust Megan to start off a conversation with "Happy Chinese New Year!" Only him , I say, only him. Wondering why I'm back with another entry so fast? One, its cos readership levels are so high that hourly news has become 'so yesterday'. Shotgun's getting, or rather trying to get my blog's c box up and running and I'm bloggin in some parts of a really hilarious (perhaps i'm giving him too much credit) conversation Megan and I had.

Firstly, Shotgun's now known as 'Shashunk'. He's supposedly a Native American who's come to S'pore to hunt buffaloes and has a totem pole in his backyard. That not funny enough? Try deducing his deduction on how I laugh silently, or what he calls "soundless laughter." I always knew it as silent laughter.. Oh, and there's the 'coughlaugh'. Yes, I spelt it right. The 'coughlaugh'. And then there's our personal favourite- the snort. Be warned, I'm now a blackbelt in the non-verbal arts. A wise quote from The Master you ask? Master say: " Anyone can talk, but only one can snort."

My nose hurts from all that lauging and snorting.

If that hasn't cracked you up, this definitely will. Let me tell you a fascinating story Megan told me. There was this Japanese lecturer at his uni who looks like Doraemon with a quizical smile and who, in Megan's perception, thinks was merrily on his way to Tokyo and then someone just dumped him in the middle of the lecture. My ending of that story goes like this.. Stunned at the sight of one boy sitting and staring intensly at him, he calmed down and thought to himself that it'll be easy to teach he-who-is-already-blur. The end. (Btw, I'm being nice for the ending)

There's also a Russian who he suspects is Communist and still thinks he's living in the Soviet Bloc. Oh, and my personal favourite: heyunhan. I reserve comment on this. Don't wanna get prosecuted for slander or defamation. I'll tell you when I see you. =)

Oh, and thanks for cheering me up. You do it awfully well with so lil practice. No wonder you're still dateless. =D
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