I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

Survivor Update
This week’s casualty: Captain America Colby Donaldson. I can’t say I was sad to see him go. It was a good move on Lex’s part to get his act together and make the call. The vote hung in the balance as Huang Shii Ann had to decide whether she’d vote for Colby or <a href=Jerri Manthey. Even though Jerri was totally annoying (everyone thought so), they decided that Colby was more dangerous so they pulled the rug from under him. The only person left hanging in the balance was Ethan, who didn’t see it coming. But he’s ok for now, since he’s bungling up so much no one really takes him seriously.

TGIF
This week ended on quite a high for me. We went to the IT show in the afternoon, and I bought the TDK 8x DVD writer for $229. I was thinking it would probably be neat to have it around to backup stuff. KF and I discussed it before, but it was in the $400 range then and he also wanted a Biostar small form factor PC to go along with it. I thought that was overkill, especially when he found out that the video card he wanted costs close to a grand. I managed to quash that thought then, I should be able to do it again.

Cookie tales
Your job, should you choose to accept it, is to figure out if these biscuit tales are fact, or fiction. Names and faces might have been changed to protect the innocent. Please see the Terms and conditions below.

Story 1: C is for cookie
One time? At the office? I brought these chocolate cookies? There’re packed in twos – real convenient snack size. So the other day, lunch was going to be late, and KT indicated that he was hungry. So I turn around, wave the box at him and ask, “Want a cookie?”

He looks back at me in disbelief, then cracks up and says, “I heard you say ‘Want a quickie?’”.

Quickly I set him straight, but he still laughs at it.

Later in that day, I ask AK if he wants to go for lunch. He says he has a meeting in 20 minutes. So I assume that he was going to pass on it. Again, out of the kindness of my heart, I ask, “How about a cookie?”

And AK replies “Do you think there’s enough time?”

What is it with guys and cookies?!

Story 2: Super Biscuits
Was with a couple of my buddies from the U, we were hanging out and decided to drop by at the Cold Storage supermarket at Great World City to get some snacks. At the cookie row, we run into Mr Man of My Dreams, the Original Eligible Bachelor, the coolest swimmer in Speedos, L Kwok. As usual, I go all soft, and since I don’t even know the guy, I just stood by while my friends went up to say hi – they stayed in the same hostel block when we were in school, so they knew him.

My friend “So how’re you doing? What are you doing here?”

L. Kwok “Oh, ok. Getting biscuits. You know what they say about Ovaltine biscuits, helps build strong bones and teeth.”

I have to admit, after that remark, I just had to see the expression on his face. But he was totally earnest. So I pick my jaw from the ground, walk over to the next aisle, laugh my head off, and look for some other man to lust over.

Story 3: Greedy cookie
NC-16. Not for the fainthearted, or those who don’t like Fear Factor
So one day, my friend in the office, L, and I go to Subway for lunch. I choose the meal with a cookie, but couldn’t finish it and ended up bringing the cookie back.

On the way back, we start discussing who the gluttons in the office are. I said that if I left the cookie on my desk, a specific co-worker of ours (Toiletboy) would certainly go for it. And I proceeded to wager $20 on it. So well, in an attempt to keep me from eating the cookie myself and saying Toiletboy took it, my friend L licks the cookie.

So as planned, I set up the cookie on my desk, with a post-it that says to feel free and have it. I plant a webcam near the cookie, so L and I can keep tabs on it. The hours passed, but the bait remained untouched. It was not possible. Toiletboy sits nearby. There’s no way he didn’t see it. Maybe I was wrong after all.

I leave the office that day, disappointed. Not only would I be $20 poorer, I was so smug about it and now I look like an idiot. Crap. I hate being wrong.

The next day at the office, I sit down at my desk and find a subway cookie wrapper, with a post-it that said “Thanks – Yum!”. Looks like Toiletboy struck again.

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· Closing date is Monday 15 March 2004.
· First 3 correct answers stand to win a box of cookies of my choice.
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