I would like to apologise for the last post about flying sheep. If you haven't gotten it by now, flying sheep do not exist. Neither does flying pigs, nor flying cows, nor flying anything. Granted there are some things that fly, but never mind that.

Today, I wish to type out a transcript of a typical usual conversation I have with a friend. It usually begins with a telephone call.

(some funky ringtone on my handphone)
Me: Damn, who is it... (answers)
Person: Hello? (whine) (whine) (squeal)
Me: Err.. yeah... hello. What do you want?
Person: (squeal) (squeal) (whine) (whiiiiiiiiine)
Me: Look, speak slowly. Me under cannot stand your words.
Person: I said... (whine) (squeal) (whine) (squeal) (squeal)
Me: Err... whatever.
Person: (whine) (whine) (squeal) (squeal) (whine)
Me: Uh huh...
Person: (whine) (squeal) (squeal) (squeal)
Me: And...
Person: (squeal) (whine)
Me: So...
Person: (squeal) (squeal) (whine) (squeal) (whine)
Me: Look my eardrums are beginning to hurt.
Person: (fumes) (nag) (shout) (nag) (nag) (nag) (squeals loudly)
Me: Okay okay fine fine, its not like I can understand you anyway.
Person: (squeal) (squeal) (squeal and whine)
Me: Err... look, I still can't understand you.
Person: (squeal) (squeal) (squeal)
Me: (screams in pain) No! No!!! No more!! My eardrums are bleeding! Please stop!! Stop the inhumanity!
Person: (laughs) (squeal) (squeal) (whine) (whine) (whine) (whine)
Me: Please... no more...
Person: (laughs) Goodbye.
End

Okay, this is not exactly what happened, but you could imagine the suffering and torture I had to go through and endure... Now if this person was to read this, I'm sure there would be a lot more whining and squealing.