22k. 22 f***ing k. so painful.

and i shall be away helping refugees and orphans up north (no, further north) so will not be around until the 4th. night. and will run on the 5th. morning. diediediediedie.

every body needs to know.

la da da da da da da...

woohoohoohoo! PLAY THIS!! unless you're having exams. in which case, DON'T.

if you want more go FUNKY.

THIS is why you should buy/not buy non-pirated games, depending on your view.

so i'm running down portsdown road feeling crappy because i've snot flowing down the nasal passage and phlegm coming up the throat and suffocating the mouth (yug.) somehow or the other my ankle gives way. now this has happened before - i get lucky, flow with the fall and just end up with a temporary pain. so i figure its the same thing. WRONGO. have been hobbling around ntu with leg in wrap. yesterday was CRAP. today better. tomorrow, who knows? pfft.

now have 2 weeks of sitting down to do. if i havent fractured something. if you get back and tell your mom you twisted your ankle and she says "serves you right", it gives you this feeling of utter solidarity and happiness with your fellow men.

on the other hand, had fun with soldering iron today. even soldered hair. wheee. now finger is sore from drilling and scraping off copper from solderboard thing. but soldering is fun. unless you burn yourself. which, klutz that i am, i promptly did.

i am a walking mucus machine. how can one nose produce so much snot?!?!

in other words, i have discovered that the ability of the mouth to multitask is severely limited by your nose. talking and eating is fine. talking and breathing is fine. breathing and eating isn't. obviously breathing, eating and talking isn't.

needless to say i nearly suffocated during dinner.

as of tonight, i have taken no less than 4 different types of medicine. my table is so full of tissue paper i can't even find my volume control. someone called up and thought i was my brother. i have pw tomorrow, and i'm a walking chemical factory. joy of joys. and it's cold.

don't we all love to pity ourselves.