Mouse in the House
posted on Friday, April 4, 2008 @ 1:20 pm
You are Vickie Diablos. It is April 3rd, 2008, midnight, weather unknown. You are alone. You hear a strange noise and discover a fearless and very curious little mouse in the house. What do you do?
That’s yours truly all right. 
The Legendary… Roach?
posted on Tuesday, September 11, 2007 @ 10:16 am
Zho lost her eye to a Black Moa while saving some pansy named Nehdukah, and had since developed a fear of the bird and all birds in general. Plagued by nightmares for years, she decided to tame the very beast in an attempt to overcome the fear, and ended up bringing up her own Black Moa chick and gradually recovered from the memories of the horrid accident.
I don’t recall any particular incident with any particular insect that caused my rather severe phobia of all and any insects. Now, maybe if I get a beetle for a pet, and maybe a caterpillar, and a grasshopper, and a moth, and a butterfly, and a scorpion, and a spider, and a cockroach, and a bee, and…
You know what? Never mind.
Yes, I like to speak of game NPCs like some real-life friends. </loser>
You Don’t Know Me, But I Know Your Mum
posted on Monday, August 27, 2007 @ 11:32 pm
It’s a crazy, strange and small world indeed.
Who knew when I left the UK forever 4 years ago, failed to write emails to keep in contact and subsequently lost all contact details, I’d still hear about somebody, sort of? Who knew when I joined comment exchange sites, I’d be assigned to comment on the blog of the daughter of my ex-violin teacher, who was really awesome? Who knew when I don’t even know the daughter personally and she’s grown so much over the years, I still recognised her right away, somehow?
Of course, of all my ex-violin teacher’s students, I wouldn’t expect her to remember me. Hmm, I wonder how I’d describe myself. The Chinese girl who refused to put her long dark hair behind her ears (still don’t), who wore too much eyeliner (still do), had massive hips and thighs (still do), never practised the violin (still don’t), used to be obsessed with dieting and exercises (wish I still do)… Maybe I should dig up her email and write something, hopefully not in a you may not remember me but I stalked your daughter kind of way.
And then all the embarrassing memories of my teenage years come rushing back. All the rampaging hormones, teenage emo drama, egocentric attention-seeking behaviour, making a big deal out of nothing, sitting there waiting for essays to write themselves…
WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE ESSAYS AREN’T JUST A THING OF THE PAST CAPSLOCK?!
A Moron, Almost
posted on Tuesday, August 21, 2007 @ 11:16 pm
Just woke up from a 5-hour nap but didn’t feel recovered at all from extreme lethargy due to PMS, didn’t spot that the baby was 4.5 months early or pick up the general tone of the blog, misread the word “obituary” as “orbitary” from a protected link…
If it weren’t for the 3 comments before me, I would have completely not noticed and written a congratulations comment.
A very close one. I almost offended a whole family and more…
Like, Totally
posted on Tuesday, June 26, 2007 @ 4:35 pm
I flipped to the last page of the exam paper and smiled triumphantly. The longest question of the whole exam, the one that’s worth the most; I knew they’d ask that over all other possible topics. Surely, if I had the four main points nicely in my brain at that moment, I couldn’t possibly forget any one of them after I did all the other questions? Totally no need to jot them down first. I mean, what are the chances?
Please don’t make me hate you more, brain.
