<meta name='google-adsense-platform-account' content='ca-host-pub-1556223355139109'/> <meta name='google-adsense-platform-domain' content='blogspot.com'/> <!-- --><style type="text/css">@import url(https://www.blogger.com/static/v1/v-css/navbar/3334278262-classic.css); div.b-mobile {display:none;} </style> </head><body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/16648402?origin\x3dhttp://ernestrox.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
J1 STUDENT AND AN UNDERGRADUATE PLAYING WITH DRY-ICE.
Friday, December 21, 2007, 11:24 am
Aiyah. Whatever lah. You suck like hell. Orh-be. Who call you act so pro and shit. You can go and die already. Chicken backside.

I think some people really got what they deserved. So, the above is for them. Apparently, this is for one specific person in my mind currently. But if you think you are the one, then yeah, you can go and die already.

On a lighter note, the Sister came back from her hall yesterday. The Mother, Sister and me went to fetch the Father from the airport last night. He brought Ice-cream back from Manila. Wall's. I was like, 'HUH? Wall's ice-cream need to buy from Manila?' but yeah. Got ice-cream to eat still want to be fussy. If so, I can go and die. Yeah. My turn to die.

So the box that contained two tubs of ice-cream (I think its iced-milk, but read along. I will blog about it next time. Pictures included.) had words printed on it. I think it reads: 'PERISHABLE. Refrigerate after 24hours' or something close. (I don't have a photographic memory. And if you have, good for you. If not, shut up lah.) At first, I read 'PERISHABLE' as vegetable. I am an idiot.

And I thought, Ice-cream that can be left in the environment with global-warming for 1 day is WOW. So when I got home, open the box. And I see dry ice. I was like 'CHEY, dry ice'. But that was actually another phrase for myself that says, 'Ernest, you are really a ็™ฝ็—ดใ€‚' But of course, only I understand.

The Sister and I were playing with the dry-ice, with the ice-cream put aside like how kids will destroy the cereal-box and dump the packet of cereal aside, with their hands fully occupied with playing the toys. The Mother came to scold. But we were not really listening to her. Haha.

So we broke the big blocks into smaller ones. Chose two pieces with almost the same size. And we compete. Who can make their own piece disappear faster. So we were blowing, puffing, fanning, tossing the pieces for half-hour. RIGHT.

And, of course, yours truly is the winner.

I am so proud that I won my undergraduate sister.

So after she lost, she try to act-chim and say, 'Ehh. You contributing to greenhouse effect.' Of course, the smart brother replied, 'Then you put all the dry-ice in the freezer lah.'

-_-

Then we tried to play prank. Emptied all the dry-ice into a bucket of water and set it near the window. Thought that the smoke will go out like the house is on fire. Too bad. Nothing happened.

So we spent the night playing with dry-ice.

I know the ending is shit. But I am heading out to the city. Going to get a Crumpler. Hopefully. Whatever lah. You shut up and sulk at home.






Ernest