Teh ping asked me a question the other day. "How is it that you always manage to look so free when the rest of us are all mugging like shit? I always see you walking around and doing other things."
To that, I would say "Elementary, my dear Watson", only that his name isn't Watson, and saying "Elementary my dear Teh ping" just doesn't do it. Not to mention that I really shouldn't be using the word "dear" on guys. Makes you wonder if Sherlock Holmes was gay.
The answer to the mystery is, I eat _______. (space left empty till somebody pays me for advertisement space)
Lol did you think I was going to let you off that easy? I certainly wouldn't attribute my relative leisure to a food product, although I am always ready to prove suggestions that abalone and sharks fin might just be it.
Ok I digress. The real answer is that I am really a robot. Not that cheap plastic kind sold in toy shops that comes with red blinking lights, and a squealing noise that irritates the crap out of anyone with common sense. I am a more sophisticated model that irritates the crap out of anyone with common sense, but they had the decency to remove the red blinking lights.
If you saw me sleeping in lecture, I was undergoing maintenance. Maintenance is what your computer does whenever it has updates , and ends up lagging every single damn shit on your computer.
I can't count the times I've started up my computer looking forward to an enriching lecture of studious notation, only to realise that it needs to reconfigure its system. Actually, I really just wanted to get onto msn so to talk about how Youngbo's placebos were so boring the hell out of us yo. Sorry, couldn't resist the rhyme there.
Which reminds me that I still haven't answered the question. Which really isn't how one should answer questions. But since it isn't graded, I don't really have an obligation to answer it correctly anyway. So here it is.
"I have a pet rhinoceros called Youngbo and it does jumping jacks."
Holy shit, its exams and I'm blogging.