happy day today! (1) heez won tickets in some contest organised by channelnewsasia, supposed to rewrite the ending of LOTR.. this's the 1st time my writing's gotten some form of recognition =) yep fine it may be crap, but at least it's somewhat hilarious, and laughter's an important thing today. (2) you won't believe the joy i derive from a eating a simple waffle with peanut butter.. love prima deli! (3) then came to hall to get something, and found out they were having a v entertaining xmas performance..

now do indulge me as i show off this little piece of nonsense =)
An Alternate Ending for the Lord of the Rings:

After Gollum falls into the pit, chaos ensues. With the destruction of such major evil, the balance of good and evil in the world collapses, much to the consternation of the Architect. In a flash of insight, the Architect decides to transfer them all to the present day where, as he reckons, there is an increasing shortage of good in the world. They end up in the USA. Bewildered, penniless and unable to operate Microsoft Office, they wander from place to place in search of suitable shelter and employment. Legolas is the first to find work, being tall of stature and fair of face. He signs a contract with Elite Models, and soon becomes the world's first male supermodel. He also does part-time work playing Dr Spock's lovely grandson. He wins every single archery tournamant organised from then on, being unparalled in the world AND immortal. Archery soon becomes a one-man sport, literally. Aragorn and Arwen, the inseparable pair, set up a restaurant selling "the World's Only Sword-Sliced Meat!!", displaying Aragorn's deftness and agility with the sword. The blade that once chopped off Sauron's hand is now used to slice turkey ham. Elrond would have a fit if he ever found out. The hobbits and Gimli are employed by the Lilliputian circus, but Gimli is soon dropped from the dwarf-tossing arena because, as quoted by the company spokesman, he is "too heavy". Gimli sues the circus successfully and returns to the stage. He becomes enamoured with Hollywood and its beauty; he visits every day to shake the hands of actresses and take photos with them. However one unfortunate day he finds out about plastic surgery and Botox. He realises that their beauty is not real and has a nervous breakdown, being so attached to beauty as dwarves often are. Finally, what of Gandalf the White? He becomes a tourist, travelling the world off the endless stream of money earned by Legolas. He could be anywhere now, perhaps gazing across the skyline from the top of the Eiffel Tower, or peeking into the dusty tombs in Egypt, or he could possibly be that elderly sunburnt Caucasian tourist in the ridiculous "Fine Singapore" T-shirt with his Konica slung around his neck, grinning at you from across his cuppa at Starbucks, a glimpse of his brilliant white hair visible from under his hat as you stroll past him on Orchard Road.

The End.