Sleeptyping.

Here's why I bring my camera everywhere I go.


It isn't everyday that no.5 from the winning basketball team gets a wedgie.



Sometimes I play with this cat, and she'd playfully purr and roll around. Sometimes I just flip the trash can lid. I've done that 8 times so far. Wonder how many times more can she fly off the building in a projectile motion.


But hey I'm not always that mean.

I feed her.

I like giraffes.

I do this thing where I watch National Geographic to compensate the hours I spend watching the new Disney crap(Hannah Montana is now orange) and Cougar Town.

And so I spent a solid hour learning about sharks and how they are built for the kill.

There's the Great White Shark. They have a grey top which makes them hard to see from the surface of the water, and a white belly so it kind of matches the sun rays coming from the sea. To protect their eyes they roll them back when fighting or hunting for prey.


The Angel Shark. It's somewhere in there.


The Blue Shark. Learning about its anatomy is like reading Tim's report on his wind tunnel project and what reduces drag and resistance.


The Whale Shark can grow up to be longer than a 50 seat bus.


The White Tip Shark has jagged teeth and deep cusps to hook on to its prey.


and this is some prehistoric shark which I thought was some photoshop bullcrap but turned out to be real.

Did you know sharks do not have bone? Just cartilage. That's why they are good swimmers.


The only sharks I like are the ones with an Australian accent. They're vegetarian.

Sigh if only I had spent my entire high school life watching stuff like that on Astro I'd score that 17 A's in SPM. Or if I corrected my answers using an Exam Grade Stabilo eraser.
Not trying to make fun of anybody here.

You found the little girl in me

Too bad I still look 25.


I don't remember bathing yesterday. But I must have, my hair still smells good. And I'm not wearing my Monday undies. It's Thursday.



I worry about things like if the configuration of a bouquet of flowers follow the Fibonacci sequence. Or whether there are exactly 10 chocolate chips in all my cupcakes. Tell me I'm not crazy.


And tell me you're okay.