This Has Nothing To Do WIth KI Homework.

I was surfing through the Cold War history on Wikipedia when I reached the page about the Berlin Blockade.

It was a very short page.

What was strange was that what struck me most about the page was not how many tonnes of food were delivered or thingies, but about Gail Halvorsen and his candy bombing.

'Halvorsen says he had the idea after giving a few sticks of chewing gum to some children watching the planes from outside the Tempelhof base. Wanting to give more, he promised to drop more candy from his plane the next day. Because the planes would arrive every 90 seconds, the children naturally couldn't distinguish his from the others. However, Halvorsen promised to wiggle the wings to identify himself, which led to his nickname "Uncle Wiggly Wings".'

I kept thinking, 'what a nice man'.

He was born in 1922 and he's still alive. Hmmm.



Today is Sunday.

I did my Math tutorial!!!! WOOT.

This is going to be a busy week. NAPFA is going to roll me into a pancake and fry me in foie gras. PreU Seminar will merely be the mint garnishing.

By the way: the perfect paradox.

Confrontations are when I have to choose between being a wimp and sounding like an idiot because I hate confrontations, and this is why I HATE confrontations.



*tears outdated copy of preu sem WR into bite-sized shreds*

Hello. Long silence please.

I hate confrontations most. My idea of a nice place is one where all confrontations are, by law, to take place under MSN. Then everyone can take as long as they want to think up a nice, placating way to tell lies.

Meanwhile, blogging will – I’m afraid – have to sort of wait until PreU Sem is safely over. Then I’ll do a mass update.
It’s not as if anyone’s missing anything anyway. My blog’s sort of secluded.


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