BRING MY DOGGIE BYE BYE.

you always know what to say to make it better. even if that image is going to give me nightmares now. miss you like mad and i can’t wait for you to come home. transatlantic phonecalls, while rather convenient, are quite the bitch. love you pots & pots. :)

that i wasn’t there with you. i’m sorry i left, and left you all alone. if only i could have had one more week; if only you could have held out till wednesday - i was coming over then.

if only there was something i could do to bring you back.

Obviously I’m studying SO hard. Get yours here!

She was sitting on the road, just outside her gate - the entrace to her home, along a quiet stretch of road. Units to the right and left were well lit, driveways chock-full of guests’ cars. Tinny music hesitantly leaked out from their windows, the hosts showing off their collection of the latest music, yet always societally conscious and keeping it well within neighbourly levels.

She sat there, then lay her head down - you could almost hear her sigh.

As we walked past, the two of us paused, mid-step, upon noticing her. Unable to just walk on by, I called out, “Are you okay?” She didn’t respond. She didn’t even seem to register our presence. After a couple more attempts, we decided to move on - she obviously didn’t want to be disturbed.

The look in her eyes still haunts me, three days on. The cold light from the street lamps flickering in her irises; the look of utter dejection and hopelessness. It made me want to lift her into my arms and coax her back to life. That’s what haunted me - how lifeless she looked.

And they say cats don’t feel.

Haha, funny video. Wonder why the iVacuum didn’t go in though. (via biaory)

Do more people prefer to hang their toilet rolls over or under? (Pictures taken from this funny post.) Also, I found a couple of polls here and here, which I find quite amusing, and also comforting - in that I’m not the only person thinking about this.

Next, does everyone FOLD their toilet paper into a square/rectangle/some other quadrilateral, or do you just scrunch the lot up before you er wipe?

In case anyone was interested to know - and also so you don’t feel so self conscious about answering - I’m an over-roller, and I fold. My rectangle’s usually either half or two thirds the size of a normal square of toilet paper.

Haha. I should probably get back to work. Anyway, I look forward to hearing from you.

Edit: HAHA apparently there are plenty of toilet posts around the world of the intarweb. This guy did a survey on how people WIPE. Hilarious. Front to back, back to front, wetting the toilet paper, sitting, standing, squatting, half-half. MAN.

Was trawling through my old photos looking for something (I don’t even remember what now), and found a wealth of old photos I’d long forgotten about. Photographic evidence of drunken fun a couple of years ago, drunk-looking pictures with friends from maybe last year, SKINNY PHOTOS BEFORE I GOT THIS FAT, pictures with friends I never thought I’d be so distant from, and most importantly, pictures of my cats. I just uploaded 4 of them onto my flickr ‘cos they were so cute I almost died.

Do you ever see something that’s so cute that it makes your hair stand, makes you itchy? Belle, upon seeing these pictures, asked how I could stand having such a cute kitten. The answer is easy peasy - scrunch him up into a little ball, cuddle him to death, and take a billion photos.

This will be updated on Monday, after MY LAST EXAMMMMM, assuming anything else happens/assuming whatever happens is noteworthy enough for me to bother writing about it once the exams are over:

1. Encountering a question in my exam paper that went as follows -

   Q: It would be wise to fall out of love in which of the following circumstances:
        A. If you are obsessed with someone who is draining you financially and/or emotionally.
        B. If you are in love with someone who does not reciprocate.
        C. If you are involved with someone who is cheating on you.
        D. All of the above.

   Well, GEE, I wonder what the right answer could be, and HEY since when was falling out of love so *snap fingers* like that one!

2. Being told that I’m “not allowed to eat sweets during the exam”, when I was really just popping antacids in a valiant effort to combat my acid reflux.
3. Having #2 happen when I was in the midst of answering an essay question on the treatment of gastric ulcers.
4. Making up the answer to #3 based on A) personal experience, B) accounts from the bunny from when she had an ulcer when she was working in Tokyo, and C) a recent episode of House, M.D.
5. Walking into an exam hall prepared to answer 50 MCQs, then being greeted with 32 MCQs and half a dozen short answer questions, with the excuse being “There was a security breach and POOR ME I had to make up new questions at 2am Singapore time when I was in the US!” (That means it was circa 2pm over there, you twit. What’s so difficult about being awake at 2pm?! You weren’t even on holiday.) And that’s still not an excuse for not having at least sent out a circular to let us know of the change in format. It’s not like you decided on the layout 30 minutes before the paper.

Oh lord make it end.

I knowwwww I should be studying. but I’ve been wanting to take and post a photo of this awesomely cool ashtray that one of my favourite friends got me from London on her most recent *surprise everyone but me* trip back over Easter break.

You also know that you’re past the point of no return when all you can think is OH MY GOD THAT IS THE COOLEST ASHTRAY EVERRRRR instead of wow is that really what it’s doing to my lungs? hurhurhur.

Alrighty, back to work time to start work. Exam’s in 2 hours. Joy.