Scared of chicks.

Today, I found out that I'm allergic to chick peas. It started when my mother bought a bag and popped a few into my mouth.

Nothing happened. So I started eating more. After eating about 10 more, my mouth started aching slightly. That's how I found out.

Some time ago, I found out I'm allergic to a certain breed of yam. I've inherited this attribute from my biological mother whose hands itch when she handles those yams. I know that she IS my biological mother because:

1. We both share the same allergy.
2. She says so.

I am not adopted.

Things I sometimes think about.

An example:

-"I wonder if it was a boy or a girl..."-

*stares at a dory fish fillet*

...

Oh well, they taste the same anyway...

Speechless

It's hard to stay mute , especially if you possess a big mouth OR an older brother bent on thwarting your efforts. My brother had both. Today, he started on a project that required him to experience how a mute person feels when he's... well, mute. The duration: 4 hours.

Not wanting it to look bad on his record, he started again after his first try was deemed imperfect due to his absent minded utterance of the words, "Where is Dad?".

All was going well in take 2 until dinner, when he spotted an object in his dory fish fillet that, as most dory fish fillet eaters would know, shouldn't be there.

"Bone!" he exclaimed.

I laughed out loud.

Just one word! Forget a perfect record, he wasn't going to start all over again!

He slouched.

I told a joke.

He laughed. Spilled water on his T-shirt.

"You made me spill!" he uttered.

He hopes to try again tomorrow. The object wasn't even a bone.

Try finding the dark blue dot.

Use whatever way you can think of.

Can you find it?

Just because you can't SEE it, doesn't mean it isn't there.

See?

Minesweeper.

Maybe you've heard of it, maybe you haven't. Most of us (or was it just me?) have forgotten it was there altogether even though it could have been sitting right beside one of its more popular siblings - free cell or spider solitare. Nevertheless, I seem to have taken a liking to it.

It's back.

I hoped it wasn’t.
I wished it wasn’t.
I prayed it wasn’t.

But it was.

Munch, munch, munch… Bang! It was back.

I gotta stop sleeping at 12.30…

Munch, munch, munch, GAH!

(For those of you who have no idea on whats going on, read the other post I posted on the 24th of January 2008.)