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dimanche 17 août 2008 00:30

i came online this morning to find a certain SOMEONE relating to me on her story about her fear of large stray dogs. i asked her why and it turned out that she was exceptionally afraid of large dogs, especially the ones that were as tall as me. as i read her replies, i was pretty much left astounded at what she had said.

the thing was, i have an abashing height of 183 centimeters and if there was ever such a huge dog of that same height, there might just be a movie coming out on DOGZILLA (i put it in purple as the idea of that would just simply be, so gay). and so in order to pacify my great astonishment to her great exaggerations, she came down with the conclusion that the dog was three quarters her height. and then she sent me a very tasteful drawing of her situation with the huge dog. at the same time, she explained that the dog reached her thigh area when standing at its full height.

you guys must be wondering, how come her thighs were considered as three quarters of her height? well, the same dilemma dawned upon me too. highly amused, i drew out how my friend should actually look like in real life.

she looks like that. because up till her thighs were considered as three quarters of her height, and since her head would make up seemingly the final quarter of her body, her hands grew out at her hips. no wonder the dog terrorises her, because she thinks she looks like what i drew. lmao. and in case you guys are wondering again, no, my friend does not look anything like that at all. she looks like a perfectly normal human. she was merely stunned from studying with all that information overloadibish, i guess.

studying, was nonplussedly productive today! apart from finding the library packed full with an excessive amount of humans, it was ok. the jurong east library was seriously packed today. i meant seriously. if there was ever going to be a bombing incident at the library today, half of singapore's population would have died out. everywhere i turned was handful of eyeballs looking up staring upon my appearance, giving that look of "as if the library was not repleted enough", you would think i would not have given the exact same look as otherwise.

well, i studied with jasmine, and i got fuller into the mood and eventually completed 95% of my revision with medical microbiology! i even drew diagrams, and was furthermore proud of them, in a smug way.

this would be the human immunodeficiency virus also known as AIDS. it has annoying spikes made up of gp120 and gp41, which i have a fairly low concerns for. who cares if HIV has spikes, i would bloody pluck them off with delight when exams come.

and this would be the Influenza virus, with neuraminidase all over them. neuraminidase breaks down sialic acid, which i have no wish upon to tell you what they are; neither would you, i believe, even want to know or hear about it. and so, who cares about Influenza anyway? i dont care if it has eight RNA segments or even eighty RNA segments! i would gladly shove it in the lecturer's mouth if he asks that in the exams. i hate exams. ahhh, feel my odiummmm. pfffft.

last but not least, we have the hepatitis A virus, which is naked for your bloody information. i dont understand why there must be exams when viruses dont even bother to wear clothes. oh mother papayas.

on our way back home, we ran into yanglu on the train. but we did have a series of hilarious moments before yanglu even noticed our existence, with much thanks to jasmine. we spooked out a few other passengers with jasmine's constant determination in getting yanglu to notice us. why spook? in this case, she gave out a few soft cries of "yanglu" in susurration.

imagine soft "yanglus" being projected across the train carriage, sending chills down your butt. a group of ladies busy in their tittle-tattle stopped and turned around with what seemed like freaked faces, the lady sitting opposite sniggles in unison with our laughs of utter most embarassments. on to the next desperate attempt, we waved our frenzied hands away each time she strayed her eyes in our direction, probably disturbed by the previous moments of spiritual callings. that girl might have been blinded by the stamps pasted on her eyes, or she was simply, plainly blind. it then took a few more exhilarated waves and sniggles from the lady sitting opposite before yanglu finally noticed us.

i rarely take the train rides, and sometimes, i think i know why. i guess i realised subconciously that i always end up embarassing myself on the train with my dear old friends.

ok, back to killing my brain cells.