There’s this corner of my room under the desk, whatever rolled over there would just disappear into thin air. First there was my little cross-shaped pendant, it dropped, I looked for it. Not there. Then there was a small piece of my necklace, it dropped, I looked for it. Not there. Finally, last night, one of my earrings fell off when I brushed my hair. I heard it hit the ground, it must be there, but needless to say… it’s just not there.

And the other day Bro spent a whole day in my room working on the Father’s Day card, he had the honour to see things vanish as I said. He peeled off the film of the double-sided tape, it slipped his hand, fell to the ground, and… gone. Please stop eating my things, black hole.

And wah! I haven’t visited the blogs on my blogroll for so long. Now even online people would go “Vickie, who?” very soon.