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Beautiful Disaster

Today started as early as 9 am cos Aiman and I planned to have MacDonalds breakfast at Science Centre before heading to ICA. It's been ages since I had Macs breakfast! So anyway after that, he accompanied me to apply for my passport renewal. The reason for waking up that early is really to avoid long queues at ICA but guess what? I didn't even need to queue today! Because we basically went to ICA JUST to write on the application form, paste my passport size photo, and drop it into the box before realising I had to make the payment first which would then produce a receipt that needed to be stapled to the application form that has already been dropped into the box! But thankfully the nice lady at the counter told us that they could open the box and retrieve back my application form so I could attach the receipt. But once they got to doing so, we were a tad little too late because some other staff already accumulated the forms somewhere else, so the box was empty! Why is it that everywhere I go there are always some occurences of trouble or incidences that are simply uncalled for? But anyway the person assured me that I only have to show my receipt on the collection day (this friday) and I'll get my new passport, so phew! It's really a lol-worthy incident though, like two idiots who know nuts!

So later, Khai & Syazwan joined us. They all didnt't have to go NS today, which was simply awesome since my Mondays are always free. One has a leave, another faked a frigging urgent leave, and another had a day-off after a duty. So anyway, joke of the day:

Someone: David Archie is playing.
Someone: Yeah, David Archuleta.
Khai: Yeah, ARCHULETA, doesn't it sound like a vegetable?

AND ALL OF US CRACKED LAUGHING LIKE MAD PLEASE. Even till now I still think it's funny ROLFLMAO!


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And oh boy, it's raining again today. I really love being at home (:
Oh and I came across this interesting list of things to do in an elevator, enjoy!


Things to do in an elevator:

1) Bring a camera, and take pictures of everyone in the elevator.
2) Move your desk into the elevator, and whenever someone gets on, ask if they have an appointment.
3) Lay down a Twister mat and ask people if they’d like to play.
4) Leave a box in a corner, and when someone gets on, ask if they hear something ticking.
5) Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers.
6) Ask, “did you feel that?”
7) Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally.
8) When the doors close, announce to the others, “It’s okay, don’t panic. They’ll open up again.”
9) Swat at flies that don’t exist.
10) Tell people that you can see their aura.
11) Call out, “GROUP HUG!” and enforce it.
12) Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering, “Shut up. All of you. Just Shut up!!!”
13) Crack open your briefcase or purse and while peering inside, as “Got enough air in there?”
14) Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.
15) Stare at another passenger for awhile, then announce in horror, “You’re one of THEM,” and back away slowly.
16) Wear a puppet on your hand, and use it to talk to the other passengers.
17) Listen to the elevator walls with a stethoscope.
18) Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.
19) Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the wrong ones.
20) Stare grinning at another passenger for awhile, then announce “I have new socks on.”
21) Draw a little square on the floor with chalk, and announce to the other passengers, “This is MY personal space!!”
22) When there’s only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and pretend it wasn’t you.
23) Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock.
24) Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone, and ask if they know what floor you’re on.
25) Hold the doors open, and say that you’re waiting for your friend. After awhile, let the doors close and say, “Hi Greg, how’s your day been?”
26) Drop a pen, and wait until someone reaches to help pick it up, and then scream “That’s mine!”

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