D.A.I.S.O. (plus, pics and prizes!)

Remember what I wrote yesterday? Well, that was yesterday. Maybe this might sound a little odd, but then again, the sun is out. Today, I bring to you, pictures, pictures, some words, and more pictures. Here we go!

A couple of weeks ago, I went to the nation's Capital to go for a prize presentation. Read all about it here:
http://poopoutyourideas.blogspot.com/2012/05/monkey-excrement-monkey-excrement.html

Enough of that, what I'm posting here is basically what I did on the trip. Well, actually, no. Did I win? No. I just placed in the top 20, which is pretty good by my horribly low standards. So, did I get anything? Yep. I got lots of things. First though, I would like to apologize for the bad pictures. I'm not a good photographer. This guy is:
https://www.facebook.com/winsernlim
(P.S. Dude, free bump!)

Ooh. I wonder what's in the bag? Let's open it and see, shall we?

First up, a runners-up certificate! That's nice.

Apparently, I'll be amazed if I study in Ireland. Amazed in cursive handwriting, no less.

 Added to that, a beautiful pair of notebooks with pens attached. 

For purposes unknown, I'll be making a pen count. So far, Pens: (2)

Yet another pen, this one in a nice case. Yum. Pen count: (3)

I wonder what's in here? Chocolate? I'd like some chocolate.

Ooh. Mysterious box. Very very mysterious. 

Wait, Parker? COULD IT BE? No way!

Oh. It's just a pair of Parker pens. I was honestly hoping for Parker chocolates. Before anyone cries bull, 

http://www.parkers-cakes.com/

I NEVER LIE.

 Pen count: (5)

Another pen, this one made of recycled materials. Cool, and it saves the Earth. 

How the pen accomplishes that is anyone's guess , though. Pen count: (6)

A badly taken picture of a pendrive which contains information about Irish universities. 

Any takers for this information? Leave a comment. Pen count: (7) 

Wait, no. Pendrives aren't pens. Pen count: (6)

YET ANOTHER MYSTERIOUS ITEM. 

THIS LOOKS LIKE CHOCOLATE, DOESN'T IT?

Oh. It's a sports encyclopaedia. It looks cool, though. Wait, what's that on the cover?

Oh. It's our first Prime Minister kicking a ball, and no doubt having a ball. 

But wait, LOOK AT THAT!

Her head looks Photoshopped on for some reason.

Last but not least, a fancy bookmark. This gift was truly the best for me. 

Why? Because IT'S A BOOKMARK. 

And now, for the obligatory group shot.

TADAAH!

Before I left for home, I made a quick stop to the Pavilion KL. Nice place, very classy, but the one thing that shocked me was the presence of a certain shop. Amidst the glitz and glam of the upmarket shopping, there was the most epic store to ever be erected on the face of the planet. Without further ado, I present to you:

DA DA DA DUMMMMMMM!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4IRMYuE1hI

(Keep that playing through the rest of the post. Don't laugh at the first face you see in the video.)

Walking down the aisles, I was confronted by all manner of epicness, but some more epic than others. For those of you not in the know, refer to this:

http://poopoutyourideas.blogspot.com/2012/03/second-post-in-three-days.html

Well, here we go.

Smoking time! Puff a smoking, but be careful to be over!

Just so you know, these are ashtrays.

Soy sauce candy, anyone? Full of salty goodness!

THEY'RE EVERYWHERE.

One whole punch. Guaranteed to hit your enemies anywhere,

in the face, in the stomach, in the groin, ANYWHERE!

The colours are blinding me. Oh wait, what colours?

How honest. Wait, these aren't square! 

WHY YOU LIE? WHY YOU LIE TO MY FACE?

Apparently, no one knows how to play "Move A Ball"

Oh wait, I get it now. Move "A" Ball.

Daiso. I reiterate, best store ever. Do drop by if you have the time. They are guaranteed to either make you laugh or cry, depending on what kind of murderous psychopath you are. Well, that's all for today. Long post, I know, but hey, you guys didn't really read much. And everyone knows, reading is bad for eyesight. Now, to get me some glasses for show...

PEN COUNT: (6)

A block of cheese.

Hello again, readers. You know, it's kinda funny that I greet all of you in every post when none of you actually respond to me. Oh well. So, originally I planned to write a long post on what I did in the capital when I went down about two weeks ago. But then again, I figured that you guys don't really want to know about that. So I abandoned my blog for a little while before deciding to come back today to give all of you post #31. Yes, it is the 31st post. Even I'm shocked. This is the first time anything I've ever done has gotten so far. Oh well. Anyways, here it is. I figured some of you might enjoy if I made a (triumphant?) return to the Turtle Theory series. Or maybe not. I think it would be best if we abandoned the series. I suppose it will now forever reside in the pile of stuff I could never follow through with, which happens to be a huge pile. Anyways, shall we begin?

If wishes were horses, I'd need a stable. If wishes were horsepower, on the other hand, I'd have a Ferrari. All these wishes and wants, floating around in my head. Will I ever fulfill these wishes? Why am I even bothering you people about my wishes? Who cares? Life is better enjoyed not knowing and not caring, just like a seal. Aren't seals just the most uncaring creatures alive? They can see a family member get eaten and return to the scene of the murder the next day like nothing happened. Wait, does that make policemen seals? I doubt it. 

Oh, you caught me rambling there. Honestly, I don't feel in the mood to entertain you people, but the show must go on. What shall I write here today? Maybe I won't write anything. Maybe I'll just keep tapping away at the keyboard aimlessly, leading you people on. Or maybe I could write something fantastic. Something amazing. Something that will knock your socks off. But then again, why should I? Why do I even blog in the first place? Now that I think of it, it just seems arrogant and stuck-up of me. Look at me, I write stuff! Is that even a good thing? I lead you readers here and you read things that I have written. In fact, most everything I've ever written was rubbish. 

Maybe I should just quit while I'm not too far behind. Is there even a point? Do people even read these posts? Or am I just throwing out these words as pretty little flowers on the wall, as a background to your life? Why do I even bother? Do I care? Not really. Do you care? I doubt it. So, where's the actual blog post mentioned earlier? Not here, apparently. Maybe all you're reading is a tug of war between me and my subconscious self. Maybe. Or maybe it's just doom, gloom, and writer's block of cheese. I mean writer's block. I'm hungry. Goodbye.