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conan.
13 going on 14.
raffles institution.
thespiritrent@gmail.com

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vanillification.
thinks vanilla's great.
hates situations with -
any number of variables.
likes simple plans.
likes complicated plans.
some degree of paranoia.
loves melodrama.
hates melodrama.
likes black.
likes white.
likes music.
likes fast cars.
likes fencing.
likes action movies.
loves italian food.
i was never here.

People

kengyong
junle
matthew
chuanhong
david
biquan

Miscellaneous

interpol
international spy museum
the embassy visual effects inc.
the internet movie database
lamborghini
dodge viper
bugatti
smith & wesson
beretta
remington
mossberg
high charity

Wishlist

gpa of 3.8 at least.
take triple science and lit.
be multilingual by 25.
be an economist.
be a part time writer.
be a sharpshooter.
get a private island.
buy a lamborghini.
cruise in an italian countryside.

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Designed and made by FsDesigns

3.31.2006


we all know that mrs smith has officially banned paul from writing any more fantasy stories.

the final seal of proof was today during RE.

before i start, i would like to say that i have nothing against paul or barry whatsoever. and i must admit, i encouraged him. let's just say, paul has a, eh, prolific and highly creative mind. no sarcasm intended.
whatever. let's begin...

the context:
barry: yay! i'm so happy...(subject) agreeded to be our test subject! yay!...(or something like that)
paul: wow, really? how'd you know (subject)'s email?
barry: cos i'm pro.

...cogs begin turning in paul's mind...
...the story begins...

barry (the prime minister, of course) is sitting in his office in his padded leather chair. he picks up the red telephon. "mr president, i need to borrow the CIA." "yes sir, of course, sir..." the USA president babbles.

soon...

the CIA arrive at barry's office. they set up a complicated mass of computers and electronics.
*clickclickclick* input information...possible subjects scroll across the 72-inch plasma screen and are each eliminated one by one.
barry gets bored.
"get me a martini! shaken, not stirred!"
"get me a Havana!"
"and call in the bootlicker!"

more of this until...

"sir! we've located (subject)'s residence!"
"get me a closer satellite image!"
"sir...if we do that, the satellite may crash!"
"i don't care, just do it!"
...
inside the (subject)'s residence...
*thwack! whack!*
"so many mosquitoes!"
but unknown to the (subject), the mosquitoes are actually made of titanium and carry built-in IR, thermal imaging and X-ray sensors. Underneath each of the wings is, of course, a mini-mini-missile.

meanwhile, barry gets bored.
"get me another martini! and where's my butler? get him to fix me something light, like, belugia caviar, some steak, and some french desserts! and don't forget the after-meal 1992 cognac!"
"send in the SWAT team!"

3 black unmarked vans pull up outside the (subject)'s residence. A helicopter hovers overhead.
"go!go!go!"
men in black body armour charge in...


to be continued...

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