It's that time of the semester again and the countdown begins. In less than a week, I'll be sitting in front of a desk, in a hall, with a room filled with panic cases, struggling to complete the three hour paper, hoping for an A (or at least a pass).
Bearing that in mind, practically suffocating me to death, I confined myself at home with nothing but my desk, my notebook (limited to the amount of time required to write entries and search for study materials - roughly three hours), my textbooks, my notepad, my pink pen (yes I write in pink) and... a sad, miserable me with blistered fingers and tired looking eyes.
The days went by... and than the weeks. I can't seem to remember the last I stepped out of the house - a week, perhaps two?
Invitation to event - REJECTED!
Invitation to hang out – REJECTED!
It's a time of solitude! Nothing in the world could force me out of the house. Not even... Zouk!
Before I sank into a state of solitary, the door bell rang and...

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A footballer with Mr. Pringles' face appeared at my doorstep!
Stunned, I didn't know how to react or rather I couldn't react. Without a word or a sound, he handed me...

A 3-pack Pringles, then turned around and left.
I stood at the door for quite a while, stunned by what had just happened. Finally, composing myself once again, I shut the door quickly and ran into my room.
I sat on my bed for a bit looking at the "gift" I've just received. Thought about it for a while... Suddenly, my tummy starting growling. I was hungry.
Everything happened so quickly, before I knew it, I found myself opening up the first pack of Pringles and...

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A kitten popped out!
I didn't really know why, but instead of freaking out completely, I followed by opening the second pack and...

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Pringles chips with smiley faces jumped out and started singing!
It was unbelievable and amazing. I still didn't freak and began to open the last pack. This time...

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Yes, just ordinary Pringles chips that I could eat!
Gobbling down chip after chip, suddenly...

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Out of no where, a hot-air balloon was attached to me and I was breathing flames! Using my fire-breathing dragon abilities, I inflated the balloon and started floating out the window, into the sky.
"S-A-B!" Someone shouted. I startled and sat up realising that it was all a dream - an adventurous one really.
It was a sign, it had to be!? I got dressed and went out of the house. Half an hour later, I came back with... you guessed it! Pringles!
In additional to my desk, my notebook, my textbooks, my notepad and my pink pen. Now I have a bowl of krrunch-ing Pringles crispy chips to add some krrunch and keep me hyper!

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No more sad, miserable me with blistered fingers and tired looking eyes. Now it's a HAPPY me with bright sparkling eyes but still blistered fingers.

"Its Krrunch-Time, Get Playful!" I know I can, I know I can!
Beauty (Spa & Facial):

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June 27, 2011 - 3:06pm
I love how you make your entries so interesting to read! Mr. Pringles is the best!
March 28, 2010 - 4:51am
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January 20, 2010 - 7:59am
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October 7, 2009 - 4:51pm
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October 4, 2009 - 3:34am
I've always believed that canned pussy would be an inevitability but imagined it would be the Japanese who would have been the pioneers.
The Chinese would claim they thought of it first but no one will want to munch on China produce anyway.
October 3, 2009 - 12:01am
That's strange. I consumed a whole can of sour cream pringles last night but the only special ability I got was weakened knees from a 6 hour bout of diarrhoea. It got so bad that I had to sleep on the bathroom floor, and to make matters worse, my wife slipped on the fecal residue which I carelessly left behind during a spate of angry bowel movements. As punishment, my wife is forcing me to watch all six seasons of Sex and the City with her!
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