The girl with the *BOOST* bags:::

Today was a good day in terms of procrastination. I don't even know how the time passed because suddenly it was nearly 6 and I had done so very little, I should be in a puddle of tears now knowing that it is 2 days to my exam and I haven't felt that mounting pressure. Sigh - if this isn't a signal for "something is going to go wrong", I don't know what is. But yes, I was sitting in the Alan Gilbert building today and I was actually actively listing down some stuff I could include my blog. And because I am oh~ SO determined to inject some *sunshine* into it, I thought it would be good way for me to step up my game. Oh wow... so many metaphors, this is slightly worrying. Never mind, we'll see where it goes.

So the first thing I have written on my list is "money eaten". Oookay - don't know what THAT is. T_T. Great... slightly confirming that whole theory of mine that I am actually the closest relative to the A. afarensis. (with its 400-500 ml cranial size I might add!) This is killing me... what does it mean?? Did I eat money? Err - don't think so. Well, I hope not! Gosh... fungal spore hell and prion damnation. Never mind that then... moving right along!

OOooOOhh, something I understand~ Freud. Haha.. This is brilliant. Okay, slight background into the topic. When I came over to Melbourne from Bangkok, I brought along ONE chic-lit book with me. Just one.. compared to the ton I have back home, this is pretty different for me. Because I had only brought one, it is probably uncountable the number of times I have re-read that book. Not enough to beat the number of times I have read the 4th book of Harry Potter (you know... the one with the triwizard competition, the one we read about bouillabaisse, the one where Cedric Diggory dies, the one where we see portkeys being used to its ultimate best, the one where they meet mermaid like creatures and Harry eats some spongy seaweed that allows him to breathe underwater XD) which I think is around 30 or so, but enough for me to know the book quite thoroughly. But it wasn't until yesterday that I understood one of the author's implications. Kind of weird how I didn't get it before but now that I think of it, the whole suggestion is just so well-done, it deserves an award or something! Ok... so the book is about a guy and a girl and they are acting in a play called Pride and Prejudice but the awesome thing about it is that the modern context, beyond that of the play, is actually a reconstruction of Pride and Prejudice. Something like a play within a play but the characters don't really know it; kind of like dramatic irony in that sense. Yeah anyway yadiyadiyah.... she realises she likes him after taking donkey-years to come to that conclusion. At one point he comes over to her house and she asks him whether he wants "tea? coffee? peppermint tea?" and he says "coffee would be great".

She brought out a tray with a pot and two mugs. She placed them on the coffee table, which was now a few feet away from Harry. He got up and sat cross-legged by the table. She sat down next to him. "Shall I be Mother?" she asked for no good reason, and then tried desperately not to think of Freud.

Get it??? I'll leave it to you guys to think about. ^.~ I had other stuff on my list but I think I will save it for another day :) Waiting for the download for UVERworld's 4th album Awakeve to finish! Can't wait!!! :) Now.. back to reannealing DNA:::: toodles!