It's been some time since i post, so here's a good one to make up for your loss: A limerick competition started by none other than Colin, which ended up quite a laugh.

From Colin:

Limerick Competition about OSC. Funniest/Dirtiest wins a rubber band. Submit your entries now!

There was an old maid to my right
Who wasn’t terribly bright
To finish the roster
We had to accost her
And get her to work through the night.

From me:

There was an idiot to my left
Who lost his brain to a theft
An absurd guess
But the best one has
For how else to explain his IQ bereft

From Colin:

A man we all thought was so dumb
And whose brain was replaced by a crumb
If he had his way
And spoke every day
I think my nuts would feel numb.

From me:

I well share the pain you bear
For I, too, am often there
To witness in horror
His warped humour
But it’s France, you don't know meh?  ¶

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You know from these Wikipedia edits one could really peep into another's life - where you were born, where you were from, where your wife was from, where you went to school, what you worked as, what your interests were, what books you read, what kind of people you met, what your political POV was - they stereotype and classify you, slowly like how each jigsawed piece fits another to give a complete picture.

What kind of stereotype am i then? A Chinese boy who grew up in Singapore, where his family gradually rose from middle lower to middle class? His father the Cultural Revolution-hampered intellectual - one among the many exported engineers from Mainland China - and his mother with her frugal way with money, especially when it comes to herself, her sense of crisis that came with the loss of all economic security following the immigration, or her lack of prowess to deal with anything more technologically advanced than a dial-pad telephone? His upbringing reading post-Mao nationalistic literature? His education in a Chinese-oriented secondary school? His preference for petit small-boned girls over tall modelish ones which is probably a facade for his inferiority syndrome? His frequent inability to distinguish 'th' from 'l'? His high cheekbones, slitty eyes, lankiness and an unshakable slouch? His going to America to study, what else, engineering?

If you think i'm starting to write like a bad Jefferey Eugenides, you wouldn't be far off guessing what i'm reading either.  ¶

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