I am extremely grateful to those people who bother to take time off and actually give a fuck about me. I'm so bloody grateful that you all know that behind my tough-cookie-everyone-just-bitch-off epithelial layer, I'm all moist, succulent and juicy inside. Thanks a million zillion!

Found a dead chick-bird in the garden today while tending to the plants. it is probably 3 to 4 days after death, with fattish maggots crawling somewhere in between its skin and muscle, making it seem like there are undulating waves on the dead thing. That gives new meaning to the word 'scintillating'. It was way way gross, smelling like putrid salted fish, which stench I initially thought came from my neighbour's taoist offerings, until I lifted up a piece of wood to find it 'kiapped' in between another piece, probably dropped from an aerial siege by a crow. those black bitches...

So damn tired to the point of hallucination. I actually thought the loci circles I was drawing in afternoon maths class were actually circular tea cup stains until i lifted the paper in an attempt to lick the tea off it did i realize i was actually headed for lead poisoning.

Classmates today were toying with the idea of tracking teacher's (I won't say who[but it's plural]) moods by drawing a chart to affix onto the board. Thus deducing their menstrual cycles in an effort to pre-empt and anticipate their mood swings in times of teh discharge of uterine lining and that of ovulation. A novel idea indeed. sexy, naughty, bitchy.