whackaboutit

An Afterthought; The Promise.

2009-03-26T00:19:00.003+08:00

Jolene gets obsessed with stress.
She doesn't know how to grapple, instead she magnifies it.
She needs to learn how to control the tornado in her wreck of a brain that cripples her cognitive functions.

She's going to try.
Positive thinking, make-believe self-belief.

(:

Newton's Third Law Holds True, Rebound.

2009-03-25T22:45:00.002+08:00

You know, when dy/dx = 0 is a maximum point and it's a quadratic function, there is only one peak.

In History, with every Golden Age comes deterioration.

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After.

Today Jolene found out she failed her Mathematics paper for Blocks, after she went on stage to receive the award she wished she didn't get.

How ironic.

But yes, this Blocks marks the fall of the Great Jolene.

I say that with much sarcasm and spite and revolt.
Sometimes, I wonder if I'd peaked too soon. If doing my best everytime would soon drive me to my limit, like when AD shifts up but production is already at its maximum with the AS curve of gradient infinite. Pushing harder with every hundred percent put in. Chugging like a well-oiled engine.

Once it starts, no it can't stop, no no no.

Overheating, overwhelming.

Like a derailed locomotive, out of control, headed straight for disaster.

I admit, last year was spectacular.
Everyone else thinks so too.
Frankly speaking I was extremely grateful that the auditorium is too small to contain the college section. I was insignificant, worth only a passing glance from indifferent strangers.
Recognition is a scary thing.
Following news that I was involved in the ceremony, congratulations poured in. I know, people mean well when they laugh and say, Ms Top-In-Geog, Top-Geog, and the five hundred and seventy-eight other permutations with adjectives the likes of imbah, mugger, pro, zai...best. I say thanks.

But deep inside, with every comment I crumble.

When I said I would screw my examinations, nobody would believe me. Nope. People would shrug, laugh it off, whack my big hollow skull, and say, you?

People impose their expectations of you, on you.
The implicit assumption that Jolene will do well. That she's good.
What if, Jolene really isn't what she's made out to be?
That it's all a fluke?
And so, to play down everyone else's elevated perceptions of her she started her own self-negative feedback. She would be her own wet blanket.

Because everyone assummed I wouldn't be the one to falter, I wanted to retort, what if I do?
Would it make everyone shut up, because the pressure exterts more self-pressure like an inflation of pressure. Circular, coming to think of it. I was terrified. But no I couldn't tell anyone because they'll all impose more glorified nonsense on me.

In a slightly morbid sense, I'm actually relieved and glad that I screwed not one, but all of my
subjects.

In case you're concerned, I blacked out during all of my papers. I'll enter the examination venue all prepared, brain sore from the cramming of information. Following which, I become a completely detatched persona with my neurones all jammed up like a clogged sewage pipe. Crippled, if I may use the word. Gripped tight by the fear of not living up to what I am supposed to be. I was no longer absorbed in the paper like I used to, rather, I was literally stuck. During Literature I actually felt the whole hall crumble around me.
The incessant nagging that I can't do it. The deep, sinking feeling that I'm unable to help myself.
Falling down a bottomless pit.

It was the same scenario during revision. I'll sit at my table, but my brain would not budge. My eyes would read, but the hemispheres refuse to process. Where my brain used to be a constant whirl of gears-- analytical, quick and responsive-- an obselete machine stone in place.

Perhaps--and hopefully, everyone shuts up and realises I'm a dumbass.

Let this dismal episode be a blessing in disguise.
The erosional forces to remove the taken-for-granted regolith on a compressed bedrock. Just like pressure release. It might be psychological, it might be neurotically me, but I felt like I got some load off my back. With the actualization that I did fail my math paper my brain is starting to loosen up, to function again.

Because next time, I've got nothing to lose.

RE_

2009-03-23T23:06:00.003+08:00

My last entry was dated December 10th.
Re-reading it was rather amusing; it really seems like I died there in Japan.

Well, Jolene died during the massacre that is blocks.

*

I take back all I say about last year, because studying for blocks has been nothing short of a painful, horrible affair that bordered on mental and emotional self-abuse. Cramming information into my head without comprehension was somewhat like stuffing sausages down the oesophagus without knowing exactly what type of meat went processed into it. My head failed to function; it was a hurricane-ridden mess of confusion up there in the decomposing remains of the brain.

And one experiences an epiphany in the most random of times.

Suddenly, there was this desperate need to blog.
Like, mental egestion.
After being constipated for so many months I finally had the runs.

Welcome back, Jolene.

Disappear!

2008-12-10T19:07:00.001+08:00

I'M GOING AWAY TO THE LAND OF THE RISING SUN, CHOKE ON WASABI AND GET POISONED BY PUFFERFISH.

SO LONG :D

<3

An After-thought

2008-12-04T20:24:00.002+08:00

I sound socially deprived.
Like an anti-social retard back in my secondary one days.

Oh what the heck.

I mean, my friendster friends' count still stand at what, a hundred? Plus my facebook is like the living dead.

Welcome to Earth, Alien.

2008-12-04T19:41:00.003+08:00

"And I like large parties. They're so intimate. At small parties there isn't any privacy."
So said Jordan, in The Great Gatsby.

If the world was a giant party.

My favourite thing to do this holidays was to walk to Subway at West Mall and chomp on a veggie delight and watch the crowd go by. All by myself, I'm a big girl now. Okay, so on this one occassion I was reading Emily Bronte's Poems of Solitude while smelling my freshly toasted wheat bread, when I suddenly experienced an epiphany.

Because there are so many people going on with their own lives you get privacy, enjoying the time crawl by while staring through the glass windows, and taking another bite of fibre-goodness. Even when you take an extra big bite, the contents spill, and honey mustard sauce gets onto your cheek, nobody saw. You wouldn't mind. Nobody noticed, nobody cared.

And you're free to do whatever you want without being subjected to the supervision of others.

Keeping to yourself.
Crawled back into your cosy shell, hermit crab.

After a month long of solitude, going back to close proximity with forty nine others was so overwhelming I forgot how to communicate.

Like how neurones in my left brain has degenerated to render me unable to do math, I have forgotten how to, well, talk. Responses take their own sweet time to connect my brain to my mouth and for the gazillionth time today I felt like a moron. Stone, blank stare, stone, another programmed movement. I feel strange. I have all these words in my head, but they don't manage to get out of my mouth. By the end of the day, even though I hardly broke a sweat, I was so drained out by trying not to be drained out.

What a recluse, you might say.
Shrugs.

How awkward, how awfully self-conscious, how difficult it is, when I can easily smile at strangers and banter with people I don't know.
The irony.

Domestication 101

2008-12-03T12:31:00.004+08:00

My mother went on a strike.

Of course, she did not wear red and do a one-woman demonstration at home, but she went straight up to the boss and applied for two-weeks (read: infinite) leave to balik-kampung. Despite the economic crisis, the boss paid for her ticket, gave her lots of paper to spend, and now she's happily eating gan-luo-mian in her hometown in Malaysia. Then again, she works in the informal economy and her contributions are not accounted for in the GDP of Singapore. Plus she sleeps with the boss.

So yes, my mum went on a holiday.

But before she left, her last words to her lovely daughters were: Maria's gone! Goodbye!

Which, translated, means, so long suckers. Enough of doing housework all day while you two do homework, even though we all live in this house we call a home. Her sadistically happy tone lead me to conclude that she was going on a strike to prove something. Why people usually typify Maria as a maid is another thing I've pondered for an extremely long time, and now I've digressed.

Now that the housewife is gone, the running of the house shall fall squarely on the shoulders of the housedaughters and househusband.

In the Ng family there's a system: Father brings home the dough, Mother does the housework, and the two daughters undo whatever they've done. My parents don't say it, but I know my sister and I are quite the disappointing investments and I bet they're totally regretting their two moments of folly.

Without the mother, it seems as if my dad's co-habitating with two other fellow bachelors. Except the fact that his roommates have a penchant for cross-dressing and show no appreciation of soccer. In order to console my father there's no male to carry on the family name, my sister and I have gladly dumped all our barbie dolls and evolved into burping, farting machines. Yes, it's a stereotype, but we're such slobs we're like the sons my dad never had.

This means that when my mum comes back from her trip home she'll be greeted by cobwebs and dust-bunnies. That's when we'll convince her we've thrown a post-halloween party for her, but excuses come later; there's still another week or so and by then I'll be far away in the Land of the Rising Sun, ha!

My mother's absence means that someone has to cook meals. "I'll cook," I volunteered. Afterall Tan Geok Lian had taught me well, and an A1 for home econs is a feat. Culinary disasters aside, at least there's food, right? My sister stuckout her tongue at me. In order not to hurt my feelings my dad replied, no no cooking, we'll have to clean and wash up.
"Everybody eat out!"
And then he went out to buy packets of instant noodles and chocolate cookies and bread like we were stocking rations for a disaster.
Oh well. At least I can now eat veggie delight everyday.

Next, the laundry.
I vaguely remember my mother teaching me how to operate the washing machine. But like all things with buttons such as the GC, I can barely work the thing. My sister is the only one who has the secret manual of washing-machine operation in her head. And I think she's getting obsessed with pressing buttons on the machine, because everyday she's looking for clothes to dump and wash. It's like arcade at home, or something.

My sister declared, "one thing good about mummy away is that I can clean up at my own pace without any nagging."
When we came home after dinner yesterday, she opened the door to see ground-zero, and like how people are when they stand around and appreciate artworks hanging on museum walls, said, "omg it's freaking messy!"
But, as an afterthought, "I'll clean up later."
And, they say, tomorrow never comes.

Me, well, as I've announced before, I see organisation in chaos ("What rubbish," said the mother. "Now go clean up before I dump everything and sell your notes to garang guni." The prospect of my precious notes reduced to paper pulp is usually too hard to bear.) Plus, the mess in the council room makes everything else fall into perspective, so I have really low expectations of neatness.

My dad, well, he is blind to everything except the newspaper and the television at home.

While we suffer at home, my mum is happily enjoying feeding the mosquitoes in her kampung. She did sms my dad on December 1st:
Happy Birthday. Did you help me record my korean dramas?
Nope, no questions about whether the house is infested by ants by now. Nothing about whether we've burnt the whole house down. Nothing about malnourishment of her daughters. She's rather the evil mother.

Right, by now, you might be recoiling in disgust at how unfilial Jolene is. How sloppy Jolene is. And she's a girl!
Bah, gender discrimination once again.

But before you make more prejudiced judgements, I'm proud to declare that I did housework today. I've finally conformed to the age-old stereotype that women are domesticated creatures.

Yes, in vaccumming the floor today, I'm appreciating my mother more and more.
It's tough work, housework.

I think I have abs from mopping the floor already.

Lost ):

2008-11-27T18:51:00.003+08:00

My mum forced me to sort out all my notes and tidy ground-zero, and as I picked through the rubble I got extremely depressed because

I REALISED I LOST LIKE HALF MY GREAT GATSBY LITERATURE NOTES.

OMG.

WHERE ARE YOU APPEAR PLEASE IT'S NOT FUNNY. HIDE AND SEEK OVER, PAPER.

Crossroads

2008-11-24T22:46:00.001+08:00

NUS ECONOMY AND SPACE
Economy & Space examines relationships between economy and space through a focus on 'development'.
Through interrogating theories, strategies and trajectories of 'development', students will develop an understanding of the past and contemporary global political economy and its geographies. The course will emphasise the geopolitical and cultural backdrops to 'development' and attendant economic geographies amidst debates about 'globalisation', international trade and investment.

Mode: University-taught course
Pre-requisite: H2 Geography

Assessment:
Students undertake the following components:
• Continuous assessment (one group project and tutorial performance)
• Final examinations

SMU GAME THEORY AND COMPETITION
Economic agents with divergent objectives and interests compete against one another in a variety of settings. Firms compete for sales and customers, countries compete for foreign investments and over trade quotas and workers compete for jobs. This programme will introduce students to the principles of game theory, with applications to market competition, business and other areas of economic life. Students will learn to use the concepts of prisoners’ dilemma, game of chicken, Nash equilibrium in simultaneous-move games, roll-back equilibrium in sequential games and the use of mixed strategies and signalling to analyse economic problems in market competition and resource allocation.

Mode: University-taught course
Pre-requisites: H2 Economics

Assessment:
Students will be assessed through:
• Class participation
• Mid-Term test
• Final exam

I slap myself.

Human Nature Lah.

2008-11-21T21:48:00.002+08:00

Schadenfreude is the German word for malicious pleasure taken from observing the misery of another.

I don't know if it really is misery, because this really is, the epitome of self-delusion, self-denial and self-assurance. And against my morals I am hysterically laughing at the webpage because it is ridiculous to the extent that well, I have to pinch myself to painfully remind me that such people exist not only in movies or taiwanese idol dramas.

I. Am. Amazed.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

This, being the appetizer for the steamboats, and the most effective conversation starter. Go check it out lah, they say. For months I didn't bother, until today, because I was bored to bits and the url was shamelessly publicised, this, became the monosodium glutamate of my mundane, non-existent life.

I take my hat off to the amount of self-confidence possessed to be able to publish one's own body measurements, height and weight on a public platform for close scrutinity. Because Facebook and Friendster don't have a field for those, no?

Oh man. Cramps from laughing too hard. Bad karma strikes I have to stop.

Shucks I've been leading a depressed, miserable life while across the road you guys have been constantly amused by the live-action. Darn it, Shibin, Sze Kiat, and everyone else.

Long live blogspot.com.

Old School

2008-11-21T20:31:00.008+08:00

Captured on Weishuen's black and white film camera, developed in the dark room, and scanned into the computer.

In the age of mega pixels and gigabytes, film still reigns. The raw, spontaneous essence that is caught by photographic film can never be captured and stored into a memory card. For all that modern technology promises with photoshop and very high image quality, the end product of technical perfection robs a photograph of its spirit.

It is the flaws, that human touch, that bestow value on such photographs.

Priceless.

lyrics are poems accompanied by music

2008-11-18T17:10:00.006+08:00

Was trying to figure out how to trigger my disabled left hemisphere to tick for math, when this song played on radio, and now I'm hooked.

This time I wonder what it feels like
To find the one in this life
The one we all dream of
But dreams just aren't enough
So I'll be waiting for the real thing.
I'll know it by the feeling.
The moment when we're meeting
Will play it like a scene straight off the silver screen
So I'll be holdin’ my breath
Right 'up to the end
Until that moment when I find the one that I'll spend forever with

'Cause nobody wants to be the last one there.
'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares.
Someone to love with my life in their hands.
There's gotta be somebody for me like that.

'Cause nobody wants to go it all on their own
And everyone wants to know they're not alone.
Somebody else that feels the same somewhere.
There's gotta be somebody for me out there.

Tonight out on the street out in the moonlight
And damn it this feels too right
It's just like Deja Vu Me standin’ here with you
So I'll be holdin' my breath
Could this be the end?
Is it that moment when I find the one that I'll spend forever with?

‘Cause nobody wants to be the last one there
'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares.
Someone to love with my life in their hands.
There's gotta be somebody for me like that.

'Cause nobody wants to go it all on their own
And everyone wants to know they're not alone.
Is there somebody else that feels the same somewhere?
There's gotta be somebody for me out there.

You can't give up!
When you're Lookin' for a diamond in the rough
Because you never know when it shows up
Make sure you're holdin' on
‘Cause it could be the one, the one you're waiting on

‘Cause nobody wants to be the last one there.
And everyone wants to feel like someone cares.
Someone to love with my life in their hands.
There has gotta be somebody for me
Ohhhhhh.

Nobody wants to go it all on their own
And everyone wants to know they're not alone.
Is there somebody else that feels the same somewhere?
There's gotta be somebody for me out there.

Nobody wants to be the last one there
And everyone wants to feel like someone cares.
Is there somebody else that feels the same somewhere?
There has gotta be somebody for me out there.

(:

Applications of Physics in Real Life

2008-11-18T01:25:00.003+08:00

Inertia.

Resistance or disinclination to motion, action, or change.

The Encounter With The Mega

2008-11-18T00:46:00.002+08:00

A Mega McSpicy contains only two deep-fried chicken patties.

Isn't it the same as McSpicy Double?

In that case, why isn't a double cheeseburger a Mega Cheeseburger?

Note to self: Order a Mega Cheeseburger the next time you go to McDonalds', and insist you're right because mega is the new cliched word to attach in front of any food product with excessive, excess transfats that is the instant portkey to Oli-poly Land.

I Still Like My Veggie Delight Wrap Best

2008-11-14T16:03:00.003+08:00

My sister came home with a Burger King paper bag full of deep-fried, greasy goodness.

In midst of chowing fries and tackling her Swiss mushroom burger, she breathed long enough to declare that she will be taking on the challenge of eating an Uno-Stacko burger.

"Have you seen the recent advertisements? The Burger King burgers, uhm, what are they called?"

"The Stacker?"

"And the Mega Mac!" Her eyes widened, as she chewed excitedly on another bite of rubbery meat. "Did you see the McDonald's one? The chicken one!"

"Double patties of chicken! I want to try!" She panted, and caught her breath as she took a sip of the ice-milo.

"Wahlau. I ordered up-sized Student Meal the drink still so small. Cheat my money."

"You what?!?"

"Upsize. You know I very hungry. I always order upsize one, got more fries. But dunno why the drink so small."

"Because you ordered milo."

"-Chews- Mmm. Ya hor."

I drank my home-made Milo Dinosaur, and stared at her while she attacked. It's quite scary to see someone eat her food with such carefree indulgence.

"I want to try the Stacker!"

I choked on milo powder.

"Ohmygod. Four patties leh. FOUR!" She was practically drooling in her daydream like how the St Nicks girls at the cinema went insane at the sight of Zac Efron.

She smacked her lips, and shoved some fries in her mouth. At the same time, there was a loud rupture like the sound of rubber soles rubbing hard on marble flooring. Or something like chairs dragged along a cement floor.

"Did you just fart?"

"Yup," She mumbled behind the burger.

"I always fart when I'm hungry."

Omg.
Puberty has made my sister a viking pig.

The Oligopolistic Nature of The Fast-Food Industry

2008-11-13T23:12:00.007+08:00

~~Price War?~~

McDonalds and Burger King are currently engaged in a competition of Uno-Stacko, to see who can balance the most number of meat-flavoured rubber patties on a base of oil-soaked cardboard disguised as bread, before (a)the burger topples over; that's what the cheese is for it's actually glue that adheres the mountain together. i think. (b) environmentalists start complaining about the amount of packaging, and even more napkins, wasted to consume one such giant (c) the consumer's jaws dislocates in an attempt to fit the burger into his mouth (d) the consumer drops dead mid-way due to a clogged artery.

When McDonalds increases the number of beef patties, Burger King increases the number of beef patties as well. Carl's Jr stands aside and rolls his eyes at their juvenile actions, patting his little monster of Super Star with Cheese while the heavy-weight purrs happily.

The burgers even sound like characters in some computer game a la Street Fighter:

Introducing (drum roll)

The Stacker

vs

Mega Mac

Cue images of burgers with hands and legs in a sumo match.

One must really feel depressed over the recession in Singapore to order a quick fix to end his life. Anyway, I recommend Burger King; it completely deals away with the guilt by not even adding measly, limp pieces of yellowed fibre in between those hell-broiled pieces of brown things.

What veggies! Totally irrelevant! Sneers the King. Mega Mac is for sissies. Such wimps. Load on the sticky yellow goo. Yes, and what's the red curly thing that looks like the thing on Ronald's head that makes him look gay? BACON! Throw them in at the top. Now, it looks like him. Real men will chew on him. That's what real men eat. Enough with the weak attempt at chi-chi healthy eating, these wannabes. What nonsense, this cholesterol. Stuff 'em in, I roar. Tough guys eat tough meat. This differentiates the real men from the boys who play with clowns.

He must have been a viking.

The Pursuit Of Happyness

2008-11-12T11:27:00.006+08:00

Studying Literature as a serious subject this year; pouring over texts, reading between the lines and exploring the themes, have certainly reshaped my perception of things.

Like how the central problem of Economics is Scarcity, Literature is simply the study of Stupidity of Man. Human beings are idiots.

This is the story of a moron called Jolene.

As more than one person has diagnosed, Jolene was a workaholic. Like how cocaine addicts deny they're not hooked, Jolene has always maintained she was sane, perfectly alright and well-adjusted.

Truth is, she was a robot. A mugging machine.

Like Sylar, and his obsession with his abilities, and the thirst for more, Jolene was overwhelmed by the possibilities in a new environment. She was mildly surprised at what she can actually do, and achieve. School became a test of where her limits lie. She pushed herself over the precipice, hanging on only with the life-support of caffiene and chocolates. She was sadistically delirious with joy, when she sleep at 4 in the morning and woke up two hours later for school, like it was some mean feat as if the everest was conquered.

She did abuse herself, physically, mentally and emotionally. The hunger for satisfaction, from scoring another A or producing another JPEG design, kept her going back for more. Along the way, she lost herself. Beneath the hunger, she was hollow. She forgot how it was like to be happy. As a matter of fact she forgot how to feel.

In Beloved, the characters have to confront their past before they can heal and move on.

Going for the steamboat at Shirui's house was a bout of dejavu. The kooky, random, nonsensical self manifested. No pretense. Maybe it was the heat from the steamboat, but sitting around old buddies, goofing around with the guys and talking nonsense, made her all warm and fuzzy. Kokleong pressing down on her shoulder as they wrestled to get their faces in the photo. Teasing about Weishuen being underaged. Catching up with Jiamin. Talking irrelevant stuff with Sherman like how they used to as tablemates. Contemplating life with Shibin. Standing on the rooftop underneath the starless night sky, talking. The comforting presence of love, trust and acceptance that enveloped her exorcised the hardcore, intense, confused and insecure mugger.

She came home that day, feeling different.

She remembered how it was like, to breathe. Long, deep inspirations.

For the first time in the longest time ever, the sensation came back.
The tingle of light-headedness, like nothing else in this world mattered at all, because everything was possible. She felt contented, blessed and at peace. She felt strong. New. Reivitalized. Different.

Now, she is catching up with her past.
Things that she left behind while she got too engrossed with work. Rediscovering the joys of enjoyment. Determined to make the most out of slacking and procastination. Hanging out with her buddies. Bob to her favourite music. Laugh. Release all inhibitions. Let the wind slap her face and mess her hair. Be herself. Roam around aimlessly. Feel her pulse. Appreciate. Smell the roses. Let go. Taste her food. Sleep, and dream. Love life.

Welcome back, Jolene.

She smiles.

Now, it comes so naturally to her.

twohourstocomeupwiththisname.blogspot.com

2008-11-11T01:23:00.000+08:00

The following extracts make this first entry extremely lengthy, but are required to preserve the frustrated, nonsensical and irrelevant nature of a very serious discussion.

SHERMAN says:
so
SHERMAN says:
you're not updating your blogs again
jolene says:
i'm changing blog! and then it'll be permanent
jolene says:
help me!
jolene says:
ebloggy, blogspot or lj?
jolene says:
i think i shall go back to blogspot
SHERMAN says:
i've only used blogspot in my entire life
SHERMAN says:
so i say blogspot
SHERMAN says:
and xx says ebloggy sucks anyway
jolene says:
true
jolene says:
help me think of a name
jolene says:
i want to continue using whackaboutit, should i
SHERMAN says:
whackaboutitagain
SHERMAN says:
or
SHERMAN says:
smackaroundit?
jolene says:
lmao
jolene says:
darn i can't do a shermanfool
SHERMAN says:
icantstandebloggyandlj.blogspot.com?
jolene says:
..i need something random
jolene says:
throw me a random word
SHERMAN says:
anyway
SHERMAN says:
i demand a link
jolene says:
i don't link!
SHERMAN says:
i linked your ebloggy one already
SHERMAN says:
when't the last time you visited my blog
jolene says:
idk.
jolene says:
long time.
jolene says:
like longer than i've blogged.
SHERMAN says:
ouch
jolene says:
sorry lah
jolene says:
i didn't visit anyone else's
SHERMAN says:
okay that made me feel better
SHERMAN says:
so
SHERMAN says:
what name?
jolene says:
thinking
SHERMAN says:
shall i throw random words at you?
jolene says:
yes
SHERMAN says:
loo
jolene says:
expiladicious?
superimpositon?
SHERMAN says:
i just flipped open a dictionary and that word appeared
SHERMAN says:
the second word is suck
jolene says:
(i used the internet)
jolene says:
c'mon, move with the times
SHERMAN says:
you cant flip through the internet randomly
jolene says:
i need a nonsensical name
jolene says:
like the show i survived a japanese gameshow
SHERMAN says:
oh
SHERMAN says:
that show
SHERMAN says:
green monkeys
jolene says:
omg. i love how idiotic the contestants look when they stuck on the velcro wall
SHERMAN says:
yellow penguins
jolene says:
pure genius
SHERMAN says:
suoicodilaipxe
jolene says:
?
jolene says:
disambiguation
SHERMAN says:
expialidocious backwards
jolene says:
LOL
SHERMAN says:
or you can try suoicodilaipxecitsiligarfilacrepus in full
jolene says:
WAH.
jolene says:
how long did it take for you to type that
SHERMAN says:
eh
SHERMAN says:
i used the internet
SHERMAN says:
moved with the times already
SHERMAN says:
ctrl-c ctrl-v
jolene says:
haha!

*

SHERMAN says:
this is difficult
jolene says:
yup
jolene says:
tt's why i enlisted your help!

*
SHERMAN says:
i don't remember taking so long to come up with a url for my blog
SHERMAN says:
i thought
SHERMAN says:
shermanfoo
SHERMAN says:
then i added a l
SHERMAN says:
any nicknames you have?
jolene says:
nope
jolene says:
haha
SHERMAN says:
uh huh
SHERMAN says:
so sad
jolene says:
sherman foo isn't even a nickname!
SHERMAN says:
add an l and it's one

*

SHERMAN says:
say something leh
jolene says:
boo
SHERMAN says:
sponge
jolene says:
bob
SHERMAN says:
brain
jolene says:
kidney
SHERMAN says:
puny
SHERMAN says:
punypuns
SHERMAN says:
bad pun
jolene says:
hahaha
SHERMAN says:
are you like still there thinking
jolene says:
stoning and thinking
jolene says:
braindead.
SHERMAN says:
nice name again
SHERMAN says:
a stroke of genius
jolene says:
sian i'll just stick with whackaboutit.
jolene says:
o.o

SHERMAN says:
........
SHERMAN says:
catchnoball
jolene says:
grabyourown
jolene says:
HAHA
SHERMAN says:
oh my
SHERMAN says:
you dirty girl
SHERMAN says:
tomdickhenry
jolene says:
i bathed thrice today
SHERMAN says:
so free?
jolene says:
quite expensive
SHERMAN says:
.
SHERMAN says:
okayyyyy

*

SHERMAN says:
did you watch the news yesterday
jolene says:
nobe
jolene says:
npe
SHERMAN says:
you missed an o
jolene says:
nope
jolene says:
what happened?
SHERMAN says:
i saw this
SHERMAN says:
article
SHERMAN says:
do you call them articles on tv?
jolene says:
nope
jolene says:
bulletin?
SHERMAN says:
whatever
SHERMAN says:
on museum guides
SHERMAN says:
speaking in dialacts to senior citizens
SHERMAN says:
to explain morden art
SHERMAN says:
yup
jolene says:
LOL
jolene says:
modern
SHERMAN says:
what's so funny
jolene says:
not morden
SHERMAN says:
fine
SHERMAN says:
anyways i haven't reach the interesting part
SHERMAN says:
i saw
SHERMAN says:
(drumroll)
SHERMAN says:
mr chan
jolene says:
OMG
jolene says:
HAHAHAHA
jolene says:
IS HE THE SENIOR CITIZEN
SHERMAN says:
yup
jolene says:
bet you laughed your ass off
SHERMAN says:
nno
SHERMAN says:
i was stunned
SHERMAN says:
and my ass cant laugh
SHERMAN says:
the mule can though

*

SHERMAN says:
cheapandgood.blogspot?
jolene says:
...
SHERMAN says:
sounds porno
jolene says:
YES
jolene says:
china sex worker
jolene says:
whack-aboutit? superimposition? rambleonalready
jolene says:
rambleonalready?
SHERMAN says:
what aboutit?
jolene says:
HAHA
jolene says:
whataboutit.blogpost.com sounds nice
SHERMAN says:
that was a question
jolene says:
oh
SHERMAN says:
but
SHERMAN says:
yeah
SHERMAN says:
i'm a genius

*

SHERMAN says:
have you thought of what to write for your first post?
jolene says:
yup
jolene says:
all i need is a blog name
jolene says:
and i swear i will link you
jolene says:
credits
SHERMAN says:
i suggest you write your journey to find a blog name
jolene says:
YUP TOTALLY I WAS THINKING OF IT HAHA
SHERMAN says:
ramble
SHERMAN says:
means
SHERMAN says:
talking in a wandering fashion
jolene says:
ya
SHERMAN says:
and walking aimlessly
jolene says:
yup
jolene says:
ramble____
SHERMAN says:
while rambling?
jolene says:
?
SHERMAN says:
??
jolene says:
???
SHERMAN says:
okay
SHERMAN says:
i miss these good old days
SHERMAN says:
i meant
SHERMAN says:
talking in a wandering fashion while walking aimlessly

*

SHERMAN says:
we've been doing this for an hour and a half
SHERMAN says:
or so
jolene says:
i know
jolene says:
darnit
jolene says:
brainbuster
SHERMAN says:
nice name
SHERMAN says:
was that a comment?
jolene says:
ya
SHERMAN says:
darn
jolene says:
HAHA
SHERMAN says:
dejavu again
SHERMAN says:
that's the third time already
jolene says:
omg
jolene says:
why is this so difficult
SHERMAN says:
you're picky
jolene says:
no!
SHERMAN says:
twohourstocomeupwiththisname.blogspot
jolene says:
HAHA
jolene says:
DARN I CAN'T THINK OF A SATISFYING BLOG ADDRESS

*

jolene says:
omg we spent 3 hours to come to a conclusion

jolene says:
yknow what, i feel like the governemnent when they spent millions of dollars to try to find a new name for marina bay
SHERMAN says:
and settled for marina bay
jolene says:
or when they had this competition to find a name for Budget Terminal
SHERMAN says:
and settled for budget terminal
jolene says:
yup.
jolene says:
argh.
SHERMAN says:
joleneblog.blogspot
jolene says:
blogspot.blogspot.com
SHERMAN says:
pragmatic
SHERMAN says:
like budget terminal
SHERMAN says:
shermanfooltoo.blogspot
SHERMAN says:
but maybe you should use your own name
SHERMAN says:
dumblonde
SHERMAN says:
,blogspot
jolene says:
i not blone
jolene says:
*blonde
SHERMAN says:
okay
jolene says:
and i not dumb

*

jolene says:
obama
SHERMAN says:
john
SHERMAN says:
palin
jolene says:
i can see russia from my house
SHERMAN says:
harhar
SHERMAN says:
bush and rice
SHERMAN says:
all plants
jolene says:
bushman
SHERMAN says:
brushman
jolene says:
rambleriot lah
jolene says:
until divine intervention
SHERMAN says:
go ahead
SHERMAN says:
i'll pray for you
jolene says:
well. this settles it!
jolene says:
haha
jolene says:
fodder for my first post.
SHERMAN says:
i expect a long post
jolene says:
i will link you
SHERMAN says:
and when will your blog be up?
jolene says:
by tmr?
jolene says:
but long post
SHERMAN says:
tmr as in today
SHERMAN says:
or tmr
jolene says:
tmr
SHERMAN says:
okay

There, Sherman!
Thank You :D