The Answer

Asking what enzyme England produces brought forth only one worthy answer.

K says: Dunno that but i guess the 'en'-gland should produce the 'en'-zyme

Expectation doesn't pay... unless you're having a baby.

More English Funnies

What kind of enzyme does England produce????

English Funnies

The Brits seem to have some weird fascination with body parts.... every other pub I know of is named somebody's arms or somebody's head... take a sampler:

The Weavers Arms

The Old King's Head

The Nag's Head

The Drovers Arms

????

Time and relativity

Time is relative... but certainly doesn't seem to be no relative of mine

Priceless quotes

My classmate M was discussing some coursework prep with me and we were entering class where the visiting lecturer was standing.. and here's what she announced rather loudly:

"I've forgotten how to use Powerpoint... it's forgettable.. it's not like something you never forget, like swimming or driving or making out!"

And So I Grew Up

It's a rite of passage. Every girl goes through it at some point. And while I had contemplated that I would have to as well, in the back of my mind it was always somewhere in the future... certainly not a part of my present plans. But I did it today. It's not a big deal they'd say... there are girls who've been indulging for ages now... much younger than I they are too... so I just went along with it. I wasn't sure of my feelings when it was happening... and now that it's over... I still am not sure what I feel or if I shall do it again.... but it's done and it's a part of me becoming womanly.

I got my eyebrows tweezed today for the first time.

Married to work

The realisation that you're a workaholic can dawn upon you in really weird ways.

I was towelling my hair dry and thinking that it was March... and that my former neighbour's baby was due anytime soon... as I made a mental note to ask my mother about it... my mind unconsciously added two words that made the big difference... I was thinking of asking mum about my neighbour's due date... of publication.

Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh to Uhhhhhhhh

My friends in my halls of residence dropped in for an impromptu tea session and some conversation. It's late at night and somehow the conversation shifts to telling jokes.

My housemate N starts telling one about a non-verbal spiritual contest between a Tibetian monk and a man from Marrakech. It's that one about how one holds up one finger and the other responds with two.. etc etc... she's explaining it further..."So the monk explains that he held up one finger to indicate one god and his oppnent argued held up two to say..."

"............aaaahhhhh keep doing that, it feels so good"

My other housemate, whose foot I was massaging, interrupted at the wrong moment with that comment and needless to say.. the joke became quite something else then.

Further on, I remembered a similar joke I had read about a non-verbal contest between a sardar and the Pope. I was doing the explanation bit.. "The pope said..."

"I have dandruff in my hair"

That, was my friend J, warning my friend W to quit toying with her hair.

As you can guess, the joke now is that the tibetian monk asked the Marrakech guy to keep doing what he was doing, in a suggestive manner, no less, and the Pope has dandruff.

Snoooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!

24 January, 2007, Wednesday.

It snowed. It SNOWED!!!!!!!

For the first ever time in my life I saw snow up close at hand.... and it was everything that beautiful language ever described it as. Pure white... cold to touch, hardned up into a nice little blob in my hand, coated my glove with a fine layer of cold damp... and looked so beautiful!!!!

I woke up and tore my curtains aside when a friend told me it had snowed during the night... my window only gives me a view of the streets below and a scant corner of the park opposite our building... but even so.. I could see how everything had been transformed by a layer of white powdery snow. The trees looked like they should have at Christmas... people had left enough snow on their cars to get a feel of it while brushing off what hampered their driving. My housemate awoke all horrified and came running out only to have me tell her it snowed... it looked so awesome!!!!

Snow is weird actually.... it settles on vegetation like someone threw stuff in a food fight... but on the building roofs and other flat surfaces, it's like someone's very carefully and lovingly put it there flattening it with a spatula.. like decorating a christmas cake.

I saw a very funny and endearing sight at the bus stop... a couple was walking by with their chubby toddler strapped into his stroller... and I noticed there was a nice blob of snow on the blanket on his lap.... I was about to comment when I noticed how he was entranced by it... curiosity with rapt attention... floored me totally!!!! Made me wish rather wistfully I could've been a toddler... what a memory to have of snow :) of course, assuming that one was capable of having memories at that age.

I wish I could've played in the snow... had a snow fight, chucked snow balls and made someone shriek with cold and laughter.... be paid back.... sigh. It hasn't snowed since... but am still waiting :) Hopefully the next time I wil not be rushing to a class to spend an entire day cooped in while the snow slowly melts away... I shall be free enough to go roll about in the snow in the park... maybe with a dog to make things crazier :)