WOW. It's been a damn long time since both of us blogged here. =X
About half an hour ago, the curiosity got the better of me so I decided to check on how the good, old blog was doing. I read through our past entries and omg, I used to write some damn good stories!
Yea, yea, the ego's arising.
Don't worry, Edwin. Before you decided to abandon blogging altogether, you had some pretty good entries yourself. =X
Right, so an idea struck me (electron flow!) when I was reminiscing the memories. Since Mr Ong Hanze has permanently boycotted blogs and I'm in a writing kind of mood (feeling totally inspired =P), I shall turn our Looney Two blog into a temporary site for my stories until Hanz decides to let his creative juices flow again!
Tada! *clap clap*
Re-enactment:
"Hey, you know my sea monkeys? The one you guys bought for my birthday; they seemed to have vanished over time!" Edwin exclaimed irritably while I chewed on my baked pasta.
"I don't know. Maybe they hate you or something," I cheekily replied as I added more powdered cheese to my dish, savouring the pure disgust on Edwin's face as I did that.
(Ps: He HATES cheese.)
"Argh. I wonder if ToysRUs sells the special hatching powder so I can grow some more," He quickly looked away from my overflowing cheese as his thoughts trailed off.
"Huh? They probably think we're retarded to play the dumb thing in the first place."
"Well I could mention that it's for my kid sister," he grinned in my direction in which I rolled my eyes in reply.
"Hey, I will drop by your place for a while later to check on your sea monkeys alright?" I asked him.
"I told you that they're dead! EVERY BLOODY ONE OF THEM. Two days ago there were still five wriggling away. Yesterday there was one! And I even left my study lamp on to give them light and feed them on a regular basis and..." Edwin's voice trailed off as he did animated actions to describe his tender loving care.
He can be such a joke sometimes.
***
I peered through the glass carefully and frowned. In a bid to prove myself wrong, I gave the container a little shake, but only to send bits of residue and sediments swimming in all directions.
"You see! Not one damn monkey left!" Edwin prodded the container fiercely, unknowingly creating a hurricane of residues in the water.
"Told ya they hated you," I grinned. "Right now, MTV here I come!"
***
Rubbing my watering eyes, I stared at the adamant question for the tenth time. Before I set my pen on my paper, my handphone, which laid faithfully at the corner of my desk, alerted me that I had a message waiting. Relieved that I could finally rest my brain cells for a moment, I laughed carelessly when I saw the message I received from my dear pal.
"OMG MY SEA MONKEYS ARE ALIVE! FIVE ARE WRIGGLING AWAY NOW!"
It's funny how we're easily amused by such trivial details.
***
-Tingz =]
