[[ Stickman & Stickbabe ]]

we're just two simple stickpeople who :-
met,
clicked,
hitched,
till death do us part...


[[ All I want in 2007... ]]

Seeing loved ones happy
Mission trips
Have a cute baby
Learn bridal makeup
Speak Camb/Viet
Pay off our housing loan!


[[ Leaving? ]]

~C-Cup : cupcakes from heaven... (perfect 4 parties)
~My Bali Photo Blog
~Melonbabe (my female sibling)
~Angelia (a kid i tutored, who grew up!)
~WZB (a woman with an expensive rock)
~Get Blobbed... (splish splash plop blobbe)
~My Primary School Classmate
~My pescatarian recipe blog
~Simplicity - making a difference in Kenya
~A visually delightful blog of a stranger
~Another visual treat...
Been read free hit counters by free-counters.net times!

Friday, November 18, 2005
Stickman was given his first mission! Fully armed, he set off to Jalan Pisang. The ammunition weighed heavy on his tiny shoulders, creating red welts beneath his shirt.

He walked into a crowded eatery. A table was waiting for him. But it was empty! The manager appeared and eyed Stickman's black bag suspiciously. At his approval, sumptious malay food began to appear, dish by dish. It was all very tantalising. Pleased, he aimed and fired. The other guests were oblivious to the slaughter. Instead, they made loud sucking efforts to free little snails from little shells into their mouths. It was a gastronomical delight worth dying for.

The rampage was complete. Stickman emerged from the nondescript eatery, sweating profusely. In both of his hands were packets filled with victims that he had just mercilessly executed.


stickbabe [ 3:12 AM ]