Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Things My Girlfriend and I Argue About

Good friends are the Mung and Jung and good times have the Mung and Jung, however its not always rainbows and butterflies. Here are some of the things Mung and Jung have disagreements over:


  • Religion- Jung says its all rubbish!
  • Mung says one can never be too sure.

        • Scientific Elitism- Mung says keep science exclusive!
        • Jung says scientific progress should be a concern to all.

          • The Smashing Pumpkins- Jung says they're great!
          • Mung says if they were pumpkins she'd smash them.

                    • Red Bull- Mung says they give her wings!
                    • Jung says she aint drinking nothing that aint got no alcohol.

                      Friday, March 25, 2005

                      Shivani Gives Text-ual Healing

                      Crazy doughnut queen Shivani takes a few mintues out of her busy doughnut-munching schedule and charms Mung with heart-warming text messages:

                      - Mung, U R rubbish.

                      - Where R U? Come 2 3rd Fl U lazy fat GFN*.

                      - BOTHERED! I am at Burger King.


                      *GFN= Good-For-Nothing.

                      Monday, March 21, 2005

                      There is a Light and it Has Gone Out.

                      If a double decker bus,
                      crashes into us.
                      To die by your side, is NOT such a wonderful way to die.

                      Foolish Mung thought that it was going to be a light that would never go out. And how wrong she was. Mung bites the bullet and cuts herself loose from the chains of the cruel, cruel amino acids*:

                      Mung- So, Peptide. Its over.
                      Peptide- But but, but why??
                      Mung- You treat me bad innit.
                      Peptide- But I only treat you mean to keep you keen!
                      Mung- You are mean but I aint keen.
                      Peptide- But what about the good times??
                      Mung- What good times?
                      Peptide- But but!...But you need me!
                      Mung- Yeah, like a hole in the head.
                      Peptide- .......
                      Mung- So, goodbye to you forever.
                      Peptide-....um, maybe one last goodbye smooch?
                      Mung- Get out of my face.

                      *Peptides= chains of amino acids= euphemism for MISERY.

                      Friday, March 18, 2005

                      Love Will Tear Us Apart

                      Love is fickle, that Mung knows. Why the long face Mungers?

                      She is regretting embarking on the love that she knew could never be. This love is tearing poor Mung apart and she thinks it is time to end it before it ends her. She put a lot of effort into this relationship and what does she get in return?

                      Low yields, insolubility and sh*t analytical data.

                      Its over, Peptides. Mung has had it with you. Goodness knows why any organic chemist still gives these miserable molecules the time of day.

                      Wednesday, March 16, 2005

                      Spring Has Sprung

                      Such beautiful weather! The sun is shining and Mung's endorphine levels are peaking.

                      Mung is going tune into Magic FM and do some frolicking on the streets of London. Then she is going to go home and worry about global climate change and peptide synthesis.

                      Things to be :D about:
                      • Wonderful weather
                      • Good tunes on Magic FM
                      • Just found a pack of malteasers in bag!

                      Things to be :( about:

                      • Global warming/climate change
                      • Mung hates peptides
                      • Peptides hate Mung.

                      Monday, March 14, 2005

                      Queen Jungry the Eighth and Her Six Chefs

                      Mung has time on her hands so she re-writes Tudor history:

                      There once was a Queen called Jungry the Eighth,
                      The Eighth Jungry to have ruled the land.
                      Queen Jungry the Eighth was always hungry,
                      Her every meal was great and grand.

                      Chef no.1, Mung of Aaragon,
                      Was her dearest chef as well as her first.
                      But as time rolled on and the pounds piled on,
                      Chef Mung's cuisine no longer quenched Jungry's thirst.

                      So Chef Mung had to leave and to abort,
                      The cooking contract that had ceased.
                      And a new chef was sought, at Hampton Court,
                      But the Pope was not too pleased.

                      'Oh dont be silly, dont be pedantic,'
                      Said Jungry to Pope on the phone.
                      The Pope replied, 'Am I not a Catholic??!'
                      And so Queen Jungry broke from Rome.

                      So Chef no.2 replaced Chef no.1,
                      As was Chef no. 2 by no. 3.
                      Nothing could stop Jungry from having fun,
                      Not even a Spanish fleet!

                      Six chefs in total Queen Jungry did find,
                      lured in by her amazing grace.
                      But two out of six eventually lost thier minds,
                      Because Jungry's hunger they could not face!

                      See you later! Mung is off to do some jousting.

                      Wednesday, March 02, 2005

                      Mouse in the House

                      Two is company and three's a crowd, as Tom and his flatmate found out with the new arrival of flatmate no.3, who came in the form of a small, furry mouse. Little furry Mickey better watch out, because pest control is only one phonecall away.

                      Barbeque genius Mung has time to grill so she expresses Tom's hatred for the furry rodent in the form of poetry:

                      You are a mouse,
                      Get out of my house.
                      Catching you is tricky,
                      You're taking the mickey.
                      Excuse me for being crass,
                      But take your cheese, and shove it up your- !