!Saturday, May 06, 2006
I'm living in my deluded world where yellow and purple match, flower petals don't fade and mashed potatoes taste good.
Sore throat. :(
By the way, I was at cell group meeting today when I thought of a new theory, which I have aptly titled the shuttlecock theory.
Do you notice that everytime you go to a friend's house, and you guys decide to play basketball/captain's ball/soccer/badminton/whatever playable game possible on the driveway, 99.9999999% of the time the ball/shuttlecock/paper plane/bouncy item will end up receiving a certain hard whack and be hit into the next-door neighbour's house?
And 99.9999999% of the time, the object is unretreivable because the neighbour is either
a. asleep
b. extremely suspicious of you and spying on you with a telescope
c. extremely suspicious of everyone and bugging the whole house with burgular alarms
d. extremely cautious of his privacy and has high high walls that you can't climb over or narrow narrow grilles that you can't squeeze through.
The infallible logic of Natalie Wong! Tried and tested with a badminton racket, a shuttlecock and an unsuspecting neighbour.
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