[bored]

i got this from tim

Sadaam:  I’m bored…

Sadaam:  I’ve got an idea!  Let’s play a game of rock paper scissors!



Some random guy: Can I play too?



Sadaam:  No, you shut up!



Sadaam:  We can each pick either rock….



Sadaam:  …paper….

Sadaam:  …or scissors.



Sadaam:  ARE YOU REAADY TO RUMBBLEE?



Some other Iraq guy:  Dude, say it, don’t spray it.

Sadaam:  Whatever, let’s play.

Sadaam:  Rock!
Judge:  Two papers!



Sadaam:  WTF is two papers?



Judge:  Two papers are better than one.  I got your rock covered TWICE.  It ain’t going nowhere.



Sadaam:  I got your two papers RIGHT HERE you faggot.  Now play for real this time.



Judge:  Paper!
Sadaam:  Tiger claw! 
Judge:  What the hell is tiger claw?  You just made that shit up now.



Sadaam:  No, it’s real!  You’re just too stupid to know!  Ask him, he knows!



Some other guy:  It’s true.  Tiger claw does beat paper.



Sadaam:  See?  I was right.  You’re stupid.  And ugly.



Judge:  Okay fine, tiger claw beats paper.  Whatever.  I don’t care.



Sadaam:  Hey, don’t start crying just because you lost!  It’s not my fault you’re too dumb to know what tiger claw is.



Judge:  Well, you should have picked more fairly.  Nobody knows what tiger claw is.



Sadaam:  No, you’re just an idiot.  I bet you don’t even know what the pen missle is.



Judge:  Missle?  What missle? 



Sadaam:  Whoooooosh!  PEN MISSLE!!



Judge:  Okay this has gone far enough.  There’s no TIGER CLAW and there’s no PEN MISSLE in rock, paper, scissors.  You’re just making shit up.



Sadaam:  Am not!



Judge:  Are too!

Sadaam:  That’s it, you’re going on my list.

the end

[presentation]

i hate presentation. i really hate it.  i don’t listen to any presentations or lectures.  what’s the point?  all the facts are on the power point or notes. 

basically, i gave 10 min presentation on General Electric operation on commercial airline industry. i’ve spent 10 min on making the power point and i watched ‘hell boy’ while i was doing it.

so the presentation went ridiculously bad.  all the research professors looked at me like… ’you’re a moron…’  i had to improvise a lot.  and i mean A LOT.  i had to make up stories.  i had to make up imaginary managers and projects.  i don’t know if they bought it.  i hope they did… well, most likely they didn’t.  i also hope that i don’t get an e-mail saying that i have to re-do the damn presentation.  well i’m relieved.  it’s over and my partners all cheered me up.  speakin of cheering me up, malaysian people sure know how to make you feel better about your work even if it’s a garbage.

ok.  time to write 15 pages essay.