Came across this in The Telegraph, under pictures of the year 2010: bizarre pictures and funny animal photos.

A dog almost died and needed an emergency operation after she wolfed down a family of toy cats. Snowy the West Highland Terrier had to be operated on by vets after she swallowed five ceramic ornaments. X-rays clearly showed the little cats inside the dog’s stomach.

LOL.

Happy New Year everyone!

It does not emit or reflect light,

It is expressionless, empty, and sometimes described as evil.

In the sense of fashion, it is considered stylish, elegant and powerful.

You can say it lacks other components, but you can also say it is a combination of all other components.

It is mysterious, secretive, ambiguous.

Black it is,

black is my favourite,

and my favourite is black.

Without all of you, black would not have existed.

Life, is full of different vibrant colours, and I just like life as a whole.

I like the warm little nest with several creatures sitting in the corner,

I like the smell of my pillow and bedsheet which I have not washed in two months,

I like the large board against my wall which I hang memories to be treasured,

I like my little wardrobe which I manage to keep so many pieces of my clothes into,

I like my study table which faces strategically at my iPod stand and laptop,

I like my book shelf which holds all my books just nicely and perfectly,

I like my sink which I use to decorate my toiletries on,

I love my window, which overlooks vast blue sky and green field,

and most of all I love my dressing table which can never be more complete.

My room is my nest,

and there is nowhere else more enjoyable and relaxing to be than my little nest,

despite being only a mere hundred square feet of space.

A rush of raw emotions,

a static second of numbness,

followed by an explosion, an explosion of tears.

Those were the tears of joy.

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I’d finally passed my finals.

When I was given a month to complete a report, I probably spent 3 weeks gathering important information, reading them, arranging them according to their relevances, and putting them down into words. When all was complete, I spent the last one week, reading it through just to see if I had made any mistakes, or if there were things I still needed to make changes to. Not 5 times, but I can say it probably hit 20. I had no courage to submit it before I checked through until my eyes sore. And even after it was submitted, I kept worrying that I had left something out, or spelt something incorrectly.

For another instance, I had a bag which I had used everyday for the past 2 years. Since about 3 months ago, the shoulder strap has started to show its wear and tear. The circumference of the supporting strap has reduced to half its original. Given the amount of unneccessary things I carry in my bag everyday, the weight could probably cause it to snap anytime. Oh well, I have certainly started hunting for a new bag since 3 months ago, but until today I have not found ‘the one’. Till a point when shopping for bags made me feel so tired I felt like giving up. I think by the time I finally get one, the time I have spent doing the shopping could already add up to the life span of a bag. God, please just drop a random bag from above! I will use it! Save me the effort of choosing and thinking.

5 huge shopping centres aren’t enough for me to get a bag. I need 10. *sigh*

Perhaps you may not believe, but it is the truth when I say I only started ‘trying’ to dye my hair for the very first time ever at the age of 22.

For various reasons such as laziness, ‘financial constraints’, lack of accessibility etc, I had decided to DIM (do it myself).

Original hair colour: Black

Dye colour: Medium brown

Like the title has stated, it obviously had failed, miserably

*sigh* What a medium brown that was.

Wasted my money, time, effort, hope. I wanted refund!!

And so I thought, but I decided to give myself another chance,

and another,

and another.

To cut the story short, I was in my fifth attempt, trying on the colour RED. Before you feel shocked, let me tell you that I had actually moved subtlely from medium brown to lighter brown to brown with a tinge of red to red with a tinge of brown only the red. So it was a stepwise increase in brightness and therefore acceptable.

So, my 5th attempt yielded the following result.

Please judge.

Was I just complaining too much, but..that really isn’t red right, or is it just me?

*Look again* That really really isn’t red right?

Moreover the second picture was taken under the brightest light I could possibly find.

That was certainly not the end to my ever-persistent-dying-my-stubborn-and-not-wanting-to-take-up-colours-hair behaviour. I finally approached the hairdresser, something which I had been so reluctant to do all along. I had decided to do it, finally. Little did I know that..

First of all, I used up three times the amount of dye compared to how much they would use for other people with hair of my length.

Secondly, I had to do it twice (one after another).

Thirdly, I had to sit there twice longer than everyone else.

Last but not least, I came out like a clown!! After all the bottles of dyes, all the time I had spent (sacrificing my shopping and eating and sleeping), all my patience (tolerating the pain in my buttocks thinking it would be worthy), My fringes were brown, but the rest of my hair remained black. BLACK. Still COAL BLACK!

I guess I will just have to live with my black hair, or perhaps the slightly dark brown hair under the brightest of sunlight.

*sob*

It used to be like that, but I did not have the time to stick my nose into the matter or even thought that something was wrong with it, what more make a change.

Not until very recently when I made a summer trip back home. Overwhelmed with excitements, I started packing months before the day I flew. I put this in, I put that in. The next day, I removed this , I removed that. There was nothing wrong with it at all. I managed to travel pretty lightly eventually. Besides all the gifts for my daddy, mommy, aunty, uncle, cousins, grandaunty, grandmother, etc etc..I also brought back some pieces of clothings I thought I would wear back home.

After so much contemplation of whether I would have enough pretty tops or summer dresses to wear, I had decided to bring back 12 items, in which 3 are jeans, so leaving 9 tops or dresses. What was wrong with that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not until I hung them all up in the little space my mom has cleared up for me in my new wardrobe.

Black, black, black, light grey, black, black, dark grey, black, medium grey, black, navy blue, dark blue.

?!?!

For a moment I almost could not see where my clothes were. When I glanced into my wardrobe from afar, I thought I was looking at the posterior wall of it (since my wardrobe is dark brown in colour). By the way, those colours above are colours of each piece of my top or dress or jeans hung in order from left to right.

That was not all. None of the tops or dresses had any other colours on them. No picture on the front, no stripe, no polka dot, no flowers, no nothing. They were simply plain. Just plain. And dark.

It was indeed an eye-opener moment for me. It was like living without a mirror for years and not noticing I had got a new mole on my face. I mean, I knew I had a mole, but not this big!

I will start going out and scouting for clothes with colours that make my eyes sore. The more floral, the better. Anything, anything other than black! Otherwise, someone is going to knock me down one day when I am out at night.

Perhaps, just another excuse to shop…..

Besides having ample sunshine and a more beautiful view of colourful flowers and green grasses, summer has another advantage of helping you save money too, according to many people.

1. It is sometimes so warm that you tend to grab the lightest (usually cotton) top so you get to save money buying coats and cardigans.

2. Not forgetting, sandals would not burn a hole in your pocket like how winter leather boots would.

3. The most obvious being, summer sales would cut all your expenses to half, probably.

4. During winter, you tend to eat more meat to keep your body warm. During the summer, another edible would do.

Well, I agree to  three and a half out of four of the arguments above. Yes, summer sales do cut the cost to half the original, but that means I will be buying four times more than usual, which means my net expenses would have doubled from before. Oh well, perhaps what I have saved from the other three would help me stitch the burnt hole a little.

Whatever it is, I still like summer…

‘Cos summer means I am going home.

I read somewhere that says a human who is generally of good health and not tired yawn on average about 6 times a day, in which it is more in men than women.

I have never noticed myself, or even counted on purpose how many times I yawn in a day. Not until recently. I doubt if the website that I read from is actually telling the truth. Either I am actually normal and they are lying, or they are telling the truth which means I am abnormal.

Anyway, I have to admit that yawning is actually quite a pleasurable activity to do. People say they yawn when they are tired, and yawning makes them feel more awake. I doubt that as well. I do yawn when I am tired, but yawning simply makes me….

Awwww… How soundly… *yawwwwnnnnnn*

If it was all perfect before,

and now that the bits and pieces go haphazard,

Should I fix them?

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I don’t know what that is, why it always shine and makes me dry, but somehow it makes my colour more and more vibrant. I think people call it the ‘sun’.

I don’t know what that is, but whenever it comes it makes my skin feels like it is slimy and disgusting, but somehow it makes me grow taller and taller each day. I overheard people call it ‘rain’.

I don’t know where the place is, but I have met others I call my friends, together we always are, and that is why we have made it so far.

When my friends and I have nothing to do, we sometimes sit and passively observe what we call the humans. Other times, we compare who looks better and makes head turns.

Sometimes when my hair falls, I feel upset and ask my friends why it happens. They just say it happens every year.

I have learnt to know that everytime my hairs fall they will eventually grow back, all of them from my head to neck.

I don’t know if I’m just being too temperamental, but I get angry when the little humans play around me.

Not only I cannot rest in peace, but sometimes they climb on me, kick me and pull my hairs.

Everytime I’m on my nerves, my friends do nothing but laugh, and sometimes I wonder if God is being unfair to me.

I just want to grow taller and more beautiful to decorate what people call the garden.

A simple tree I am, and a tree is what people call me.

“Laugh, as it can lift the glummest of moments.”

Age = A (n > 5)

Time taken to remember 20 random facts = T (in minutes)

Marks scored in an exam paper = M (in %)

Time spent in shopping in a week = t (in hours)

Given the above, I have speculated that:

T = A²/3, and

M = 110 – 2A

t = 3A – 52 (A only applies for age ≥18)

Therefore from the first 2 equations, time taken for me to remember 20 facts when I was back in Year 1 (7 years old) was 16 minutes and at my age now it is taking me 192 minutes (3 hours 12 minutes). Hmm. Maybe I have to take into accounts other confounding factors such as the difference in the degree of difficulty of the facts I am trying to make my brain take in. So the average percentage for an exam paper back in Year 1 was 96%, and now 62% *sigh*.

I just feel that my memory power is deteriorating exponentially. I can foresee that when I am 50, the time I need to remember 20 facts will take me almost 14 hours :S Well, by then I don’t think (fingers crossed) that I would still be trying to remember medical facts (I would have retired by then according to my ‘premature’ plans of retirement). So if my sleeping hours increase exponentially as I predict they would, at the golden age of 50, I would be spending 10 hours sleeping and the remaining 14 hours trying to remember the forgotten facts. What happens to time for shopping then?

God, if you could give me an additional 3% for each paper just for me to pass, I promise I will change the t = 3A – 52 to t = 2A – 36. Please please pleaseeee…..

Overwhelmed with fear, the atmosphere was chaotic. As I frowned and sweats rolled down parellel to the creases of the folds on my forehead, I screamed for my mother to duck and sit low. The car that we were in swerved past the junction where it was deserted on the outside. The sky was dark, the buildings old and worn, the road wet and coloured, coloured in pools of fresh red blood. Human bodies, dead human bodies were everywhere. Some looked like they had collapsed peacefully, others only had half of their bodies seen with another half nowhere to be found. Some’s pupils permanently dilated, staring into space. But all of them have something in common, they were dead.

In the distance, there were sounds of gun shots, so faint they were but they seemed to be blasting my cochlears off. I saw people slashed from one piece to many before my eyes. Blood spurted in all directions.

At that moment, I only tried to protect my mother and I prayed. I prayed that we would not die like that. Please. Please… As I wiped my sweat away, I opened my eyes and I couldn’t believe it. I never knew one’s dream could be this horrible.

P/s: This dream was preceded by a longgg X-men movie marathon. Makes me wonder, does this give a clue why we dream the dreams we dream?

Warm, sweaty and humid.

The sun glares, and burns the skin.

The sky is grey and spells haze.

Vehicle horns and vulgar shouts drumming in the air.

Brown-staining streams flowing over the muddy ground.

A little warm nest in the outskirts.

That is my home,

and I am going home.