RIP Mousey

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Whenever I'd watch scenes of people freaking out in the presence of mice/rats, I'd be mildly amused, thinking, "but they're kinda cute". This having never come close to a rat, save for a fleeting glimpse of them darting past in the shadows.

I was having my lunch in the dining room today, when out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my cats playing near the staircase about two meters away from me. Nothing out of the ordinary.

It takes me about another two seconds to realise the frantic high-pitched squeaking coming from their direction - it's a mouse! (I assume so, since it wasn't very big like rats are. But I could be wrong.)

Doing exactly what those people in the shows did, I screamed "OMG A MOUSE!!" and proceeded to stand on my chair. Soon the cats had it cornered at the bottom of the stairs.

In that exact moment, my heart sank a little.

Backed up in its little corner, it looked terrified. What ensued in the following five or so minutes was my maid and two cats chasing it around the area. I wanted to let it go outside, but my dad thought that it should be killed before it had a chance to breed. Besides, it was pretty hard to direct it outside, considering it was running amok and leaping into the air in fear every few seconds. So my maid attempted to whack it with a broom, and I covered my ears - I couldn't bear to hear the squeaking stop.

On the brink of tears - I don't know if it was out of fear or sadness, maybe both - I finally saw her sweep it onto the dustpan. It wasn't moving.

"Is it dead?" I ask.
"Yah, die already."

Still standing on the chair, my shoulders sag.
"Oh."

1:25 AM :: ::

Bah, Flu Bug

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Being sick sucks. I'm down with the flu and it's such a dampener.

My nose is a mucus factory with overzealous workers, and when I speak, it sounds like my name is Brutus and I wear wife beaters to my job as a truck driver.

11:17 PM :: ::

Interpop: BYOM

Friday, March 16, 2007

If you haven't already made plans for the 21st (or even if you have, ditch them!), come party with the Interpop crew at Home Club.

It's going to be an Interpop with a difference - as the title suggests, you get to bring your favourite music, and have it played for you. Check out the details on the flyer right here.

It'll be a great way to spend your Wednesday night. Mambo's overrated! (But you're welcome to bring your moves, in all their musically in-sync, podium-loving glory).

See you there!

3:47 PM :: ::

Dough Sucker

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Yes, that's what game consoles are - Money. Suckers.

But apparently I'm also a sucker for anything that costs money, so today, I went and got myself a Nintendo DS Lite. Oh, the guilt! But let's hope I get over that soon.

This is the beginning of the end; I can feel it through the hole in my pocket.

12:56 AM :: ::

Feeed Me

Friday, March 09, 2007

Feed's up! Woohoo. Check it out in the sidebar.

12:00 AM :: ::

Scattered Black And Whites

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Lately I find that I look forward to spending time holed up in my room, whether or not I have anything to do. It's funny how I can sit down in front of my computer, and suddenly two hours have passed; meanwhile if you ask me what I've been doing, I'd have absolutely no clue.

Maybe the being a homebody bit comes partly from having hardly anyone around. The other day, I was in the car with my dad and he asked, "What happened to all those friends you used to hang out with?" [-cue nostalgic music]

I did a mental roll call:
Jie, Milan.
Lea, San Fran.
Celeste, Sydney.
Boo, Indiana.
Me, Abandoned.

Sometimes when people are away for an extended period of time, you can't help but get somewhat used to them being away. And it's not that you don't miss them, you do, but just not in a oh-my-god-what-am-I-going-to-do-with-myself kind of way. It's more of seeing an old photograph and wanting to take yourself back to that particular moment, because they were there with you.

12:25 AM :: ::

From The Dentist's Chair

Thursday, March 01, 2007

The only time I remember liking the dentist was back in primary school, where a trip to the chair meant a time-out from mundane classes. Someone would come in with a red clipboard which held the name of the next chosen one, and you'd hope it was yours, because having your teeth prodded by sharp objects seemed better than doing math.

I didn't have a regular dentist after leaving school, hence I never quite made it for checkups very often. So finally I decided - it was time. I made an appointment for yesterday, with a dentist my dad assured me was "very friendly, and good for people like you who are scared of dentists".

I got there feeling pretty okay.

Then I sat in the chair.

As it slowly lowered, the feeling that gripped me was a feeling of descending into something resembling hell.

Thankfully, the dentist did turn out to be a really nice lady, and she explained problems and what she was doing, each step of the way.

The bad news was that I'd have to have one of my wisdom teeth extracted as soon as possible, and the thought of the procedure scares me. :(

Aside from that, although I left the dentist with bleeding and sore gums, my teeth feel nice and clean. Now I feel conscious everytime I eat, knowing every bite is tainting my freshly-cleaned set of chompers.

Let's hope it's enough to curb my coffee habit, if only by a little.

12:55 PM :: ::