Brutha-ly Love: I Made a Yoke! Part 7

.. I 'ope I weeeen.

Yokes of the Day strike again! Hopefully without a metaphorical stick or an idiomatic hammer though, cause they really hurt..

Anyway, YotDs are the essence of this blog, the only thing worth returning to read. They are bite-sized chunks of wit and are fully digestible, provided one's literary tract is free of infection.

Enjoy these ones from September '05 up till somewhere just before the J1 promotional exams.

Voyeur into the Unknown! (Yes, yes i AM a big/huge voyeur. But aren't you glad ;)?)
Prime and Pride wait for no man (We'll soon be out of our prime... Seize the day! Carpe Diem! Stop redundantly repeating myself!)
In 'Subtlety' there is a subtle 'B' (WOAH, really now??! Love this self-made pun though)
'Am i obsessive? I'm not obsessive, right??! Are you sure i'm not obsessive? Tell me i'm not obsessive!' (Quoth Jen, the very very extremely ~~obsessive~~ sane person)
Whose opia? (Quoth Lydia from the gross show, "Living With Lydia", in one of the lamest jokes in the world involving 'myopia')
Don't court the court by getting caught (Do you punderstand?)
Confucius says:
"When you have bad hair day,
Use Dwayne's Ultra Tough Styling Clay
(Ughh. Stupid Rilong and his vocal disregard of my beauteous hair... Ok, semi-beauteous. Good ad for Gatsby though)
Sabotaage! Sabotaage! (Quoth the suicide pigeons in 'Valiant', easily the crappiest animation in 2005. Oh wait! There was Heffalump..)
Creeping for lvl 3 Trolls around town (Eww. Troll-bus. Ewww)
Love's Labour Cost (The work to get someone not to freak out or get scared away is hard enough.. But to get them to like you??!)
BYE JEN!
Make or Break (Broken.)
Show me some love, strip off your clothes, and take off your socks (From Missy Elliott's "4 My People". Cute and apt!)
Rejected, Dejected... Spected (People freaking people out as usual)
Welcome to the district of the diffident DOTAer, the quarters of the quinessential quirk, the locale of the luscious lipid, the marsh of the macabre MENSAn and the sanctuary of the secretive setter! Have fun at your own expense! (The old, alliteration-y description on my blog header!)
She was looking kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an "L" on her forehead (From Smashmouth's "All Star". Something familiar with most people in JC...)
On the precipice of liking (That thing you confuse with actually liking someone. Yes, that irritating thing.)
Strike 3! You're OUT! (See "Rejected, Dejected... Spected")
If my cheeks were so full, round and bright, i'd moon you too! (Mooncakes!)
Why wordplay when you can foreplay? (Precisely, why?)
Angrily burning incense makes me incensed with burning anger (Ughh damn bloody smelly lah, those 7-month ghosties.. And i don't mean their farts)
Blaxtra fulfilled (Day after i tanned myself quite black! Whee! Altho Dione said i'm white as heck again... Sigh)