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Sunday, May 25, 2008

Some updates on life

Just finished Wuthering Heights. It's quite nice a novel, and really different from the movie. I'd still prefer the movie, but every now and then I like to read. I learnt on the radio this afternoon that reading burns more calories than watching television. So it's just as well that I have just begun to read Vanity Fair. Still have yet to bake cookies, but I've got the ingredients already, I just need the... motivation. Check with me again next year.

Oh, I got a job too. Starting in June.

I tell you, something weird and stupid happened to me today. My mum and I were on our way to the kopitiam for dinner at around 8pm. So while walking on the sidewalk, I accidentally stepped on what I thought was a thin piece of wire, and felt something pierce me, somewhere a little above my right ankle.

Me: Aaaaahhhh!
Mum: What? Got lizard ar? Just walk away lah!
Me: No no no. There's something piercing my leg.
Mum: Huh? (Walks closer) Eee... got fishing hook. (Procedes to pull it out)

A fishing hook! What the hell was a fishing hook doing on the sidewalk? Booby trapping someone? Argh... Who knows what germs were lurking on that hook. Miraculously, there was no bleeding, but all throughout dinner I was staring at a little hole in my leg. When I got home, I got some antiseptic liquid, and proceded with a germ-killing spree (to my best efforts, since I can't see germs).

Never in my life would I ever expect to be caught on a fishing hook. Maybe I should reconsider my pufferfish nickname. There's more to a name than we think.

♥ The lights faded at 12:38 am