Michelle & Zhixin the renowed cuckoo busters. however, it takes one to know one
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The courageous Sir Cowie
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This is a comtemporary version of ancient Greek Mythology. Entitled 'Mount Olympus', the story includes all-time favourites like Zeus, Hera, Aphrodite, Hercules, Apollo and many more!
A story written quite some time ago. It is a contemporary version of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet which continues the tale after the lovers' death
This is a fanfiction with main characters Jesse McCartney and Duncan James that takes place on Beverly Hills with some mention of the famous novels: The A-list.
The Newest and the Hottest Fashion in town: The Gao Bag
By Zhixin
Once again, today was a day of self-indulgent eating and walking around. This was when Michelle decided to drag me along to the 'pasar-malam' to seek for potential lunch for tomorrow. Trudging along, laden with fatigue from the irritatingly weird Chemistry practical exam, we came across a imitation bag shop.
With a mind as clouded with drowsiness as mine, you really cannot blame me for what happened: I glanced up at a PVC bag (I have no knowledge or whatsover about the material of the bag, so PVC it is.), and went, "Kappo (frog) bag!" Only on the second stare did I realise that it was actually a "Kappa" bag. Oh Well.
Laughing ridiculously loudly, I tugged at Michelle's shirt and pointed to the bag and said, completely out of emptyheadedness, "Haha! Imagine they started selling animal bags (Frog is an animal), and, let's use Dog as an example, has a brand of "Gao" (hokkien for dog) bags! Won't it be hilarious!" The rest is history, we laughed spastically for quite some time.
Later, Michelle came out with this fictional dialogue, which will be factual in the event that our newly invented "Gao Bag" hits the markets:
Peter: Yo Lucy! I'm damn 'in'! I have a PUMA bag! Lucy: Big Fat Deal! Puma is so passe! Look at me, the epitome of hip, I have a GAO BAG!
Anyway, to allow you readers to better visualize our 'Gao Bag', I have uploaded a picture of a Kappa Bag from the internet and tweaked it in some places to become a Gao Bag.
Kappa Bag
Gao Bag
Technically, this isn't very funny. However, thinking of the first few moments of the creation of the Gao Bag never fails to crack me up.
Anyway, this is totally non relevant to the 'Gao Bag' incident.
A few moments ago when I was reading the comments by 'blogders' (term coined by Xiaxue) on the mentioned's blog, I came across an interesting comment. (The name shall not be mentioned to protect juvenile commentor's rights. And also to protect the innocent, namely me, from the crime of defamation.)
only ugly ppl wil say ppl ugly, cz tats wat the others say them. only sucks ppl wil say ppl sucks, cz tats wat they oway heard. u r not pretty but u look nice, so never bother about the ugly sucking ppls' fucking comments..
Isn't it a little ironic? Considering how the commentor called the other commentors ugly after the commentor claimed that only ugly people calls others ugly?
Something to think about.
Michelle & Zhixin cuckoobusters.blogspot.com
[michelle]
PROOF THAT EVEN SMART GUYS THINK WITH A CERTAIN ANATOMY ON THEIR BODIES INSTEAD OF THEIR BRAINS
We had our prelims chemistry practical today afternoon and were locked up in the ava room for 2 whole hours, doing absolutely nothing.
All that doing nothing made us go a little haywire, okay, very. It wasn't us girls actually, it was the guys.
After being cooped up for too long, they started to put their chemistry knowledge(and knowledge from a certain chapter of biology) to good use and started cracking umm...twisted jokes to put it mildly.
Joke 1: Upon standing, white precipitate produced.
Joke 2:Add 2 fingers into the boiling tube.
Joke 3: A dirty-green precipitate was produced. Why? Ohh!It came out from the wrong hole.
Joke 4: After swirling test-tube, yellow solution produced.
For those of you who are too darn squeaky-clean to understand the jokes, stay that way. You really do NOT wanna know what they are about.
As for 404 guys, be glad I'm publicising your amazing wits and comedic antics, though you guys get a bit *shudders* overzealous.=D
Nahhs...These very group of guys are a group of total smart brainiacs who, unfortunately for us girls, do better academically, thus proving my claim that even smart guys think with their uhh..anatomies.
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Sunday, September 10, 2006
[michelle'
BTW.... take a look at this:
cute huh?in case you guys cannot tell what it is due to extremely bad lighting and photography, it's a POTATO mask pack!(found in the face shop)
to think i thought there were already many uses to potatoes. Fries, potato salad, sheperd's pie, kfc's whipped potato, other food stuffs, etc.
The amazing potato can now be used for beautifying purposes! FOR ALL YOUR MANY USES, I SALUTE YOU, SERENE!
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Disclaimer:To all those who aren't very close friends with our clique, maybe you would like to skip the following post because it's seriously a lil confusing as all puns and jokes mentioned below will be inside jokes. sorry!
[michelle] :a tribute to my dearest friends
One fine day, (namely today) i was bored outta my mind at tuition. That was when i started to doodle and came up wif the following pics. Not very clear i'm afraid. Okay, fine, very blur they are, but still, its a little tribute from me to 4 of my friends who are paired up and serves as reminder to all the poor singles like me out there to hook up with someone and enjoy the taste of being in love. Anyway...
the matrimonyof our dearest goon boo aka haikal and my very good friend, gekhui.
things to look out for:-boo's extraordinarily big eyes -gekhui's wearing a TUDUNG.=)
our dearest jrr aka zr and my very good friend, yiwei.
things to look out for:-the difference in height, the amount of cloth yiwei wears, zr's big D-shaped smile and his enormous eyes.
HA.what does this prove? Love overcomes all, no matter what race, religon, height or eye size(in their case)
nahhs...i seriously do NOT believe in love, but looking at the adorable couples around me, its starting to make me doubt my doubts on love. Still....
Im dreadfully sorry i had to use you guys. i do love you guys, so forgive and forget okay?=)
Michelle & Zhixin cuckoobusters.blogspot.com
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Hush a bye baby on the tree top when the wind blows the cradle will rock when the bow breaks the cradle will fall down will come baby CRADLE AND ALL!!!
By Zhixin
Well, have you ever realised what violence our children are exposed to, every moment of their precious growing-up years?
Frequently, my friends and I will begin to sing childish nursery rhymes out of boredom and perhaps stress. And why is it only recently that we take such joy in screaming out the ever-so-familiar lyrics? Ok, besides the fact that we're trying to act stupid, the reason is that in our childhood years, we never really thought about the nursery rhymes and what they mean.
Until recently, the rhymes have just been juvenile... and fun to sing aloud to. While screaming the words out, we will subconsciously project images of adorable fluffy sheep, sweet and chirpy blackbirds. Now? Not anymore.
Let me re-cap with you, our famous, or infamous rather, nursery rhymes:
London Bridge is Falling Down London Bridge is falling down, Falling down, falling down, London Bridge is falling down, My fair Lady.
(My dead lady more like it...)
Humpty Dumpty Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the King's horses, And all the King's men Couldn't put Humpty together again!
Little Peter: I don't believe they can't put Humpty together again! Little Mary: Wanna bet? Little Peter: Sure! Go sit on the wall! Little Mary: Ok!
Duh-h...
and of course, there's the well-known, Hush a bye baby!
Hush a bye Baby Hush a bye baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall, And down will come baby, cradle and all.
Jack and Jill Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after. Up got Jack, and home did trot As fast as he could caper He went to bed and bound his head With vinegar and brown paper.
...and where did this 'harmless' rhyme originate from? The beheading of King Louis XVI and Queen Marie Antoinette! Interesting, isn't it?
Anyway, side-tracking a little, I found this interesting snippet of information on this website that has something to do with the Jack and Jill rhyme. It's a must read:
Death by Beheading! On the gruesome subject of beheading it was the custom that following execution the severed head was held up by the hair by the executioner. This was not, as many people think, to show the crowd the head but in fact to show the head the crowd and it's own body! Consciousness remains for at least eight seconds after beheading until lack of oxygen causes unconsciousness and eventually death.
Some nursery rhymes might seem harmless enough. However, read between the lines. The realisation will so shock you.
Mary Mary Quite Contrary Mary Mary quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockle shells And pretty maids all in a row.
Wow, nice and shimmery silver bells! Beautiful and special cockle shells... not!
Instruments of Torture! The silver bells and cockle shells referred to in the Nursery Rhyme were colloquialisms for instruments of torture. The 'silver bells' were thumbscrews which crushed of the thumb between two hard surfaces by the tightening a screw. The 'cockleshells' were believed to be instruments of torture which were attached to the genitals!
Anyway, not very interesting, but just in case you wonder what's with the pretty maids, well, they're execution devices. How pretty. =)
Three Blind Mice Three blind mice, three blind mice, See how they run, see how they run, They all ran after the farmer's wife, Who cut off their tails with a carving knife, Did you ever see such a thing in your life, As three blind mice?
Let's compare rhyme to reality. Is it worse to have your tails cut off with a carving knife or to die on a burning stake? Yup, Bloody Mary burnt the three noblemen represented as the three mice on a stake!
Other than these nursery rhymes, some famous stories should also be considered for revision.
Firstly, there's Hansel and Gretle. Isn't it a little... sadistic to push that witch into the oven? Eeew? A witch wouldn't taste nice! Just kidding.
Also, there's the story about the three little pigs. Isn't it a little bad influence, teaching children to shove bullies into boiling water?
There's more, but I think you got the idea.
Therefore, do you think it's wise to expose our innocent children to all these twisted tales of gore and horror?
I don't think so.
Michelle & Zhixin cuckoobusters.blogspot.com
Monday, September 04, 2006
Men are from Mars By Zhixin
The common differences between a man and a women are as high as mountains and as deep as valleys. Before I say anything further in attempting to convince you, a few examples here might do the trick.
Here's a prime example of "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus" offered by an English professor from the University of Phoenix:
The professor told his class one day: "Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached." The following was actually turned in by two of his English students: Rebecca and Gary.
THE STORY:
(first paragraph by Rebecca) At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much that her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.
(second paragraph by Gary) Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
(Rebecca) He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she wondered wistfully.
(Gary) Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"
(Rebecca) This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.
(Gary) Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F--KING TEA??? Oh no, I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!"
(Rebecca) A-hole.
(Gary) B*tch
(Rebecca) F__K YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!
(Gary) Go drink some tea - *****.
(TEACHER) A+ - I really liked this one
Not enough to prove my point? Here's more:
What a woman says:
"This place is a mess! C'mon! You and I need to clean up! Your stuff is lying on the floor and you'll have no clothes to wear if we don't do laundry right now!"
What a man hears:
blah, blah, blah, blah, "C'MON! blah, blah, blah, blah, YOU AND I blah, blah, blah, blah, ON THE FLOOR blah, blah, blah, blah, NO CLOTHES blah, blah, blah, blah, RIGHT NOW!"
I'm pretty sure most of you girls out there had been a sucker for soppy fairy tales while you were a kid. For some of us, the innocent craving for a happily ever after still hasn't left us. However, what we do not know is that guys crave for fairytales too. However, theirs is a totally different version.
The female version:
Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful little princess... yada yada yada
One horrendous day, a wrinkly old witch gave her a poisonous apple... yada yada yada
She fell into deep sleep... yada yada yada
One day, a young handsome prince passed by her exorbitant crystal grave and gave her a loving peck on her cherry lips.
Poof! The princess woke up! They got married and had a dozen of children!
Once upon a time, a Prince asked a Princess "Will you marry me?"
She said "No."
...And the guy lived happily ever after and went fishing and hunting and drank beer all day every day for the rest of his natural days.
THE END
Fascinating, isn't it? Here's more:
HER DIARY
Saturday night I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a bar to have a drink. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment. Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed but he kept quiet and absent. I asked him what was wrong. He said, "Nothing.". I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry.
On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he didn't say, "I love you, too."
When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there and watched TV.&n bsp; He seemed distant and absent.
Finally I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes later, he came to bed and to my surprise he responded to my caress and we made love, but I still felt that he was distracted and his thoughts were somewhere else. I decided that I could not take it anymore, so I decided to confront him with the situation but he had fallen asleep. I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.
HIS DIARY
Iowa lost today, but at least I got laid.
This teaches us girls something: Men are just thick-heads, don't think too much.
Michelle & Zhixin cuckoobusters.blogspot.com
Thursday, August 31, 2006
[michelle]
Just a short post on our daily muses.
Has anyone ever drunk mac's milkshake, namely, the banana one? The cheery, bright, yellow, sugary, gooey thingy that's laden with fat AND sugar?
Yeah, that's the one. Zhixin and me were sitting in mac's a few days...okay,nvm, make that a week ago, putting saturated fats and various chemicals in the form of fries, burger and coke into our already-damaged bodies.
Above us was this HUGE signboard advertising the creamy,milky milkshakes of mac. That was when i noticed THE banana milkshake. It was scary. Why?
Answer, simply because it was damn yellow. i then commented on it, only to have zhixin laughing non-stop for 5 whole minutes. Wait, before you start to think i'm delusional or something, i have my reasons!
Real bananas aren't BRIGHT yellow. They are a very very pale shade of yellow. only the SKIN is yellow. So tell me, what exactly then, goes into the banana milkshake? YUM!The skin!
Or it may also simply be food dye, contained in many other things we consume, which is of a higher possiblity than the former option. What is the world turning to? Can't we have any food that is less chemicalised anymore??Even an innocent banana milkshake contains colouring and who knows what other kinds of chemical whatsits.
No wonder we are dying of all kinds of cancers everyday.
Michelle & Zhixin cuckoobusters.blogspot.com
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Special Edition by Ng Zhixin
The Many Faces of Michelle Mak
Featured in this post, we have the infamous, but not quite notorious, MICHELLE MAK!
** Please clap, ladies and gentleman. Basic courtesy?
Some of us love her, some of us hate her. For the others, it's a bit of both:
With eyes as alluring and innocent as this pair, if you're a guy, you'll find it difficult not to be captivated and lose all sense of direction.
With a face as harmless as this, the mediocre girl will feel threatened, without a doubt. (Don't worry, you're not alone. *wink*)
Also, there's the pros and cons of her wits, which of course attributes to the love-hate part.
Once again, the MEDIOCRE guy will find her an easy target, looking like an angelic bimbo and all that. However, those of you who are totally clueless, please do not trifle with our Queen of sarcasm and do yourself a generous favour by sparing yourself a load of grief.
Here comes the 'love' part for females out there, want to have access to the secret of being a totally big threat and also the queen bee at the same time? Well, for that I'm clueless too. However, you can always e-mail or instant message cuckoobusters@hotmail.com and ask her personally.
Well, I'm not so sure about that.
However, this horrifyingly bright kid does indeed have the ability to instantly convert from a 'math-hater' to one who sits at the Burger King table all day long, just do to math! A round of applause please! Cause that's something I'm completely incapable of.
Just for laughs, there's this bit of my memory that I vaguely recall a specific teacher telling me how I'm just not as bright as this kid here. Oh boy, was I peeved. I'm clever alright?
In addition, she's blessed with the gift of speed-reading. A novel a day? No problem-o!
Well, not really. But at least she attempted to be a teeny weeny bit patriotic on national day! Judging by how she wants to marry an angmoh and how she craves the life on a farm, it was undeniably pretty good effort.
Anyway, sidetrack. The angmoh I was speaking about:
Well, I don't blame her. He's pretty hot. Ok, make that very. *drool*
And ultimately, the farm. (Pardon the 'coincidence')
Imagine this, this uber materialistic city girl, milking cows and and shaving sheep. Hard, huh?
Nuh-uh.
Definitely not!
Ah.. much better! Michelle Mak definitely seems more like the wear-wool kind, than the shave-wool sort.
'What?!' you may sputter. However, Michelle here has declared that she will not have premarital sex...
unless it's to Jesse McCartney of course. (Refer to the angmoh up there.)
Besides that, I really can't think up of any more of her traditional traits.
Filial piety, totally lacking in that.
Respect for teachers? Well, we all have the answer to that.
The average housewife who cooks and cleans? I remember hearing this from her, "What?! You can use pot to cook rice? Wow! I never knew that!"
Please don't blame me Michelle, it had been rather memorable. Even Hoiting choked on her pearl.
Sorry, the picture might look a tad weird. That's because in the original photo, little o' me had been squating there in an unsightly manner. So, I decided to remove myself to make it look better!
Poor thina. Who's thina? Thina's that sorry-looking little thing mercilessly buried under that gargantuan pile of sand. Tsk tsk tsk, Michelle, do I see you fondling Thina's boobies?
Michelle: No! I'm just assisting in the construction of them.
Well, she can't be blamed either. Everyone needs a break from work and as far as I know, our only form of entertainment is to lie around doing nothing.
What's that white shirt? No silly, that's not our uniform. Michelle was on the white shirt system... AGAIN! How many times have you been on it?
In my opinion, of all the pictures, this picture reflects the real Michelle the most. No wait, I think not. Let me search...
Ah hah! Here it is! The picture that reflects the real Michelle.
That about concludes my analysis of my fellow cuckoobuster, Michelle Mak. Until next time!
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Friday, August 25, 2006
[michelle]
WARNING: To all who absolutely cannot take a little humour, not even in small doses, please do not continue reading. The following entry may seem discriminating, maybe even racist(gasps!). Howver, i would like to first and foremost clarify that i am anything BUT racist and i do love indian guys.(Love ya Thina!)
As me and the fellow cuckoobuster zhixin were on our way home yesterday, a lorry filled wif middle-aged indian men zoomed past us. To our dismay and extreme horror, along wif them came kissy n whistly noises with malicious grins from those on the lorry themselves.(in case you were wondering how we came to the conclusion that we are attractive to indian men, no, there was no one else but us along that stretch of road)
We obviously were pretty freaked out, however, the main issue that i would like to address here is, why do indian men just LOVE freaking teenage female girls out by their various actions?
Another example happened when i was alone on the mrt on my way to douby ghaut, standing in a corner, minding my own business and blasting songs from my mp3 into my ears. Suddenly, HE appeared. A scrawny indian man unkempt in attire and greying hair. Of all places to stand, he just HAD to pick a spot directly in front of me. i seriously don't mind people standing in front of me. HOWEVER, there is a limit to what one can take.
He then started to: 1. stare at my non-existent chest(goodness knows why. Either he was trying to figure how flat i was or he may have been wondering about the absence of it.)anyway...
2.grin lavisciously, flashing his disgusting yellow teeth.
3.mummured something unintelligible as a form of conversation.
4.stuck his thumb up in the air in the cood sign while using his chin 2 jut at somewhere below MY neck.
This was when i had enough and decided that it would be wiser to move somewhere else.
The question is WHY? -For pure entertainment? Wow...watching teen girls squirm uncomfortably is so fun!! -All of the ABOVEMENTIONED indian men are paedophiles. Finee...i know i do not exactly strike you guys out there as a wide-eyed, innocent child, but still...
Do they even have any inkling at all what kind of impact their actions might have on the fragile mental states that our teenage girls have nowadays? Only ONE such terrifying experience is enough to leave a teenage girl scarred for life! She may grow up frightened of all nice indian men just because 1 and only 1 not-so-nice indian man out of the entire cohort of nice indian men scared her when she was 16.
Where does this leave the racial harmony that we so talk about and love?
Secondly consequence, what kind of impression are they giving to foreigners in singapore? If they scare our brainy scholars or tourists that merely happen to be on holiday, think about what kind of image they will have of Singaporeans.
Safest country huh?
Alast note to all indians, i'm terribly sorry i had to use your race as an example as all unpleasant experiences i have encountered so far are with old indian men. i believe im actually addressing the general problem of all horny men out there who just cannot quelch their desires for little girls whom are young enough to be their grand-daughters, whether indian or chinese or malay or eurasian. For goodness sake, pick on someone your own age!
cute huh?in case you guys cannot tell what it is due to extremely bad lighting and photography, it's a POTATO mask pack!(found in the face shop) 
our dearest jrr aka zr and my very good friend, yiwei.
