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what’s worse than…?

A “What’s worse than…?” joke popped up in my head today.
But before I tell it, here’re some examples of “What’s worse than…?” jokes, courtesy of my father:
Q: What’s worse than a fire engine blasting it’s siren while you’re trying to sleep?
A: Two fire engines blasting their sirens while you’re trying to sleep.
The next one also [...]

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lime

My england belly powder one,
But peepur say too chim,
So i lite dis singlish song
Like dose in Jack Neo flim.
.
I tly to ting of good idea,
I ting until head pain,
But got no idea come to me…
I ohmose gorhna fain!
.
My flen deyor say, “CMI!
Liddat is cannot one!
Pohyem must be one languhlage,
You cannot chiap-pa-lan!”
.
I noe my flens is [...]

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detachment

From today’s Christian Quotation of the Day:
We may with complete detachment study and form a judgement upon a religion, but we cannot maintain our detachment if the subject of our inquiry proves to be God Himself. This is, of course, why many otherwise honest intellectual people will construct a neat by-pass around the claim of [...]

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school of thought

The more I read, the more I’m impressed.
Not only does it have it’s own cafe (see previous post), School of Thought’s got it’s own current affairs magazine specially for helping students in their GP. And it looks really quite well done!
And it’s got civic education programmes and school workshops and (from what I read on [...]

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food for thought

Thanks to the cafe on NLB’s 3rd floor closing on Mondays, we ended having lunch at food for thought, a quaint, cosy cafe with quality cuisine.
And it’s all done by young people!!, who believe that “Profit need not be at the centre. People and Principles ought to be.”
Their missions are to Support Clean Water, Feed [...]

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very bad poetry

Hilarious anthology! Read the introduction:

I seemed to feel as it were a strange kind of feeling stealing over me, and remained so for about five minutes. A flame, as Lord Byron has said, seemed to kindle up my entire frame, along with a strong desire to write poetry…
It was so strong I imagined that a [...]

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