Oh yes, the Piglet will not be around to blog for a while, so I am just stealing a chance to maybe get her pissed when she gets back. Welcome back to Biohazardly Bellicose grandma! And here's all to you!
And so, I was officially named the Plankton, and her the Grandma. Well, I used to be a noisy lil kid but too bad that didn't really last, so didn't the grandma. You see, she has an obsession of minimising me bit by bit by the day. First a lil kid, now a plankton. How much more magnification would she need to just describe my humble size?
And so, the war between the grandma and plankton started, soon changed to the battle between the pig(let) and the plankton. I left to KL, and promised her an electric drill when she came back. She never needed it. She aspires to be a dentist, and sees no problem of spending a sum on that for her own homicidal adventures.
Plus, the piglet hired a huge umbrella to poke me down every time I do my duty after school near the primary school gate. And the plankton does his best at shouting: "Lau Ah Ma!"
The plankton is not unarmed, however. He wears a horrible Kevlar suit (that stupid prefect blazer of mine), plus a few more weapons in handy in his inside pockets. Still searching for that sewer rat though.
Just recently, a craze over Command and Conquer Generals - Zero Hour. The plankton has taken the pilot's seat and is now zooming across Malaysia as the USA Air Force General, which some people really disagree too. Some prefer the plankton to go back to his aquatic habitat for defense against the almighty piglet (who lives in, well, mud), but nevertheless nothing stops the plankton from bringing the mighty mother of all bombs, a huge airforce comprising of King Raptors and Aurora Bombers, Stealth Fighters and loads and loads of Stealth Comanches.
The no-longer-aspiring pilot, the piglet, who now wants to be a dentist, will have to face her own dreams in the war for ultimate supremacy.
The piglet has still one more weapon in mind - her harsh words. She tears the ectoplasm out of the plankton with every sarcastic remark, and also a bit of her bombastic language that grant her so much peace among the 'ah bengs' and 'ah lians'. Pity them, but you've got to pity the plankton more.
However, the piglet's sulking that the plankton actually beat her in EST. Now she's really gonna beat me, I mean, drill me up.
The plankton may have to use his last weapon, the piccolo, as his last resort against the supreme linguistic forces of the piglet. Still, he has only a 70% hit rate for the extremely hurting high notes.
Just a recap. And a great time to go into hiding.
Yours, a fugitive,
Teh O Plankton.
PS: Oh yes, the plankton is now officially called Teh O too.
And so, I was officially named the Plankton, and her the Grandma. Well, I used to be a noisy lil kid but too bad that didn't really last, so didn't the grandma. You see, she has an obsession of minimising me bit by bit by the day. First a lil kid, now a plankton. How much more magnification would she need to just describe my humble size?
And so, the war between the grandma and plankton started, soon changed to the battle between the pig(let) and the plankton. I left to KL, and promised her an electric drill when she came back. She never needed it. She aspires to be a dentist, and sees no problem of spending a sum on that for her own homicidal adventures.
Plus, the piglet hired a huge umbrella to poke me down every time I do my duty after school near the primary school gate. And the plankton does his best at shouting: "Lau Ah Ma!"
The plankton is not unarmed, however. He wears a horrible Kevlar suit (that stupid prefect blazer of mine), plus a few more weapons in handy in his inside pockets. Still searching for that sewer rat though.
Just recently, a craze over Command and Conquer Generals - Zero Hour. The plankton has taken the pilot's seat and is now zooming across Malaysia as the USA Air Force General, which some people really disagree too. Some prefer the plankton to go back to his aquatic habitat for defense against the almighty piglet (who lives in, well, mud), but nevertheless nothing stops the plankton from bringing the mighty mother of all bombs, a huge airforce comprising of King Raptors and Aurora Bombers, Stealth Fighters and loads and loads of Stealth Comanches.
The no-longer-aspiring pilot, the piglet, who now wants to be a dentist, will have to face her own dreams in the war for ultimate supremacy.
The piglet has still one more weapon in mind - her harsh words. She tears the ectoplasm out of the plankton with every sarcastic remark, and also a bit of her bombastic language that grant her so much peace among the 'ah bengs' and 'ah lians'. Pity them, but you've got to pity the plankton more.
However, the piglet's sulking that the plankton actually beat her in EST. Now she's really gonna beat me, I mean, drill me up.
The plankton may have to use his last weapon, the piccolo, as his last resort against the supreme linguistic forces of the piglet. Still, he has only a 70% hit rate for the extremely hurting high notes.
Just a recap. And a great time to go into hiding.
Yours, a fugitive,
Teh O Plankton.
PS: Oh yes, the plankton is now officially called Teh O too.
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