hot hot heat

was walking behind my parents when i realised they both have fat ankles. this is why im cursed with fat ankles too; the poor recessive skinny ankle gene has been smothered by my dominant fat ankle gene. dammit, and i do so love a well-defined ankle

also i saw a dead rat on the road, no red smears or splayed intestines, just a perfectly flat cartoon rat. it was almost funny to see, the edges were curling up a little

and ive managed to lose two atm cards in three days. maybe my fat ankles tripped me when i wasnt looking and my card flew out of my bag, who knows.

*edit: allele, whatever

and another thing

omfg nostalgia! i remember how scared i used to get when the monster suddenly popped up from nowhere and ate me. does anyone know what this game is called??

*edit: skifree! the creepy grey gnashing monster has gotten me thrice, damn and blast.

also there’s a freaking huge moth flapping about my room. just now a COCKROACH came to join it, but i called in motherly reinforcements and cowered outside the room while she slippered it and made it fall off the wall into a tissue where she gleefully cracked it. DIE COCKROACH DIE AHAHAHAHA

the moth is still here though, i put the purple food cover over it

anyway i was just thinking, the “if you had a dead sibling and someone asked you how many siblings you had, would you include the dead one in your count?” question is quite redundant. how much you disclose (snazzy word for tell, courtesy of communication studies 101 la-di-la) depends on how well you know the person, and if he’s asking you how many siblings you have then he cant know you very well at all.

i dont know why i suddenly thought of that. bits of old conversations always come back to haunt me at the most unexpected times, and i turn them over in my head and think up new replies, several days too late

gah.

fucking asshole who stole my fucking wallet.

fuck.

on the plus side i managed to steal my all-time favourite book from pacific coffee.

maybe xia is right and this is karma.

now im in the closet too

omg it works! eternal gratitude to karen =D

yet another digression

i knew it! they memorised their lines backwards! i remember seeing some coldplay video like this ages ago and being completely awed at the way only his mouth was moving the right way, only this is SO MUCH COOLER, especially the bit with the guy crawling out of the drum. pity about the song though

1) cut a hole in the box.

i cant stop laughing. the box MOVES.

*kind of gross, watch at your own risk

on a side note ive realised my handwriting has become chickenshit. the only time i ever pick up a pen to write is, quite literally, during the exams. and as i found out today (i.e. first day of exams in five months) i can hardly remember how to write. you can tell from the way my words wobble about over the lines that i barely have any control over my pen, really.

exam tomorrow.

not studying.

exam tomorrow, not studying.

hm.

something’s off here.

i found my secondary-school crush on facebook and i really really feel like adding her. lol. yes its a her. a very cute her, HAHA

damn i think she’ll be freaked out though

we resume our normal transmission on inferential statistics and chi-squared testing.

*edit: LOL i added her. go me!

NEATO TRICK

open firefox.

paste chrome://browser/content/browser.xul into the address bar.

be completely awed.

it actually works!

am extremely amused. there goes studying in favour of seeing how many tabs within tabs i can open before my browser crashes.