I think I want to quit eating this:

No more eggs for me. Ever. Unless they are cleverly camouflaged into the food and cooked thoroughly. If its raw or rare, remind me to throw them away from my meal before consumption.

I hope all that all the egg laying hens out there are not offended, lol. I am not discriminating. I still love fried chicken. And ayam masak merah. And ayam kicap. And ayam whatever. Just don’t let me see the eggs.

Come and think of it, I don’t really fancy eggs in the first place. Quitting should be no problem. I guess the remainder of my eggs in the fridge can be used as badminton shuttlecocks. Or tennis balls. Or egg sandwiches. Or let hammy practice his egg frying skills.

Hopefully this Chi Kit Teck Aun thingy works. *Cross fingers*

Excuse me while I refill my toilet rolls.

Slap you with a sea bass!

Smack! smack!

Ok, you may go back to your bed now.

one siakap, two siakaps, three siakaps,…

ten siakaps, eleven siakaps,….

two hundred siakaps, two hundred and one siakaps…

one hundred and three thousand siakaps, one hundred three thousand and one siakaps…

Craps.

I have enough siakaps to be boiled, steamed, grilled, fried, seared, deep fried, sashimied, canned and slap on people who irritates me.

I WANT TO SLEEP!

I NEED TO SLEEP!

I AM ON HIATUS AND YOU MADE ME POST!

GAH~~~~~~~~~~~~

MAN, THIS SUCKS!

Irregular sleeping hours has been killing me softly. I hated the side effects: drowsy in class, irregular meals and feeling lethargic. Things like these makes me so antsy. Its been like, two months, and I barely did anything. There are things to do, truckloads of them. Midterms, projects and whatnots, the usual indespensible student duty. When I see people progressing and I am lagging behind, I am so fidgety. Something has to be done somehow, but the motivation just isn’t there.

Has been trying to sleep during nights, but I failed miserably. Been tossing and turning on the bed for an hour or so but still I couldn’t sleep. Somebody, please knock me out cold with a cast iron skillet and spare me from being vampiric. Sleeping during the day, sleepless in the night is unbearable and very taxing to the health and the complexion. I can testify to that, lol. Forgive me if you happened to spot a walking zombie in campus. :POf course when sleeping is a problem, appetite goes down the drain too. Elaborate breakfast, lunch and dinner made way to simple instant noodles, fruit, cereals and cookies at home. Its just not worth the trouble stepping out of the house for a meal. Rice was long forgotten. Eating is just for sustenance, nothing else. Certainly not pleasure. And I don’t give a damn. Heck I even ate bread (and cookies omg!).

Its almost the end of the month, and cash reserves went low. Sigh. I wish I could save some. It would be nice to be able to afford the things that I want. Therefore I hereby pledge that I will survive on cream crackers for the rest of the months. Five days left. I should be able to do it.

Ohya, Hungry Ghost Festival is back. The one where we believe that when all hell broke loose temporarily and its inhabitants roam the land to have fun before returning. In my opinion, whether you are a believer or non-believer, show some respect to those who do. Doesn’t hurt right?

Guess I will end this post here, and I will be on hiatus (unless there is something interesting to write about) for a while, sorting through stuffs and studying for my midterms. Wish me luck.

Bye o.

You know its a bad idea to be browsing the baby food section.

You know its even a worse idea to be wanting to buy some.

And you know its the worst of the worst idea to buy it for yourself.

But I freaking did it anyway.

What the hell am I doing?

24 pieces of teething rusks for RM8.90 is like so expensive. Gawd.

It must be some sort of famine struck inner child of mine that screamed for not getting teething rusks when I was a toddler and then when I was big enough the guilt of continuously nicking them off my toddler cousin’s share when he was too young to retaliate makes me feels too bad to enjoy it back then.

What ever the reason, I BOUGHT it.

And distribute them among my housemates, lol. (Wanna teeth together? Wakakaka!)

Somehow, if my memory serves me well, the good ol’ Farley’s teething rusk is somewhat bigger than my palm. But this thingy that I bought, its just too puny and I can fit three on my palm now. I guess during these 17 years my palm had somehow grown bigger, or the teething rusk had shrunken in size, or somewhat how both had grown/shrunken accordingly. *Shrugs.*

What matters most is the taste. Sad to say, apart from the semi crunchiness/toughness that must be melted by saliva (In my case, I chewed them) the teething rusk tasted nothing like the aromatic, tempting teething rusks that I loved to nick. This half baked lump of little frisbee is nothing like its predecessor.

After chomping down a few, the sweetness of the rusk is just too unbearable. i just can’ take it anymore. (That happened after like, three pieces).

My housemate had the stomach slurp them after mixing them up with water, stirring up a concoction that looks like solidified milk and tasted just as sweet. (I secretly thought it look like baby’s puke, but I had better keep quiet just in case.)

So, there goes, another crushed childhood memories. Guess I will avoid that aisle from now onwards.

P/S: And if you think this unusual, I know of some people who eats the baby cereals too, and they are neither young nor parenting. So, I guess its all about envying the things kids today have and the lack of thereof in our own childhood. Its never too late to eat but I don’t reckon its all too nice. Or healthy.

P/S2: Why are the products for baby tasted so damn sweet? This teething rusk frisbee can very well ruin my teeth instead of nurturing it. The fact that it is stuck to the teeth like malt helps tooth decays faster.

Another 3 hours of French.

And I think I twisted my tongue.

Guess its not a good idea to pick up another language, especially those tongue twister.

Gah~~~