29 September 2011
Some random thoughts that I deem note-worthy:
I can't believe I'd ever say this.
But I really love Mathematical Induction.
Like.
I really do.
A genuine feeling of affection for Mathematics.
Who knew?
But I still hate Mathematics in general.
I hate it, I do.
You really shouldn't doubt me, you shouldn't.
I love the smell of the spices that my mother used to cook Kari Ikan Masin.
Salty Fish Curry?
"Salty Fish" Curry rather than Fish "Curry that is Salty".
I think there's a name for that sort of fish.
But no.
I don't like most fish.
More importantly.
I love the collective smell of the spices she used.
I don't know how to describe it.
But I know that it's not too overwhelming.
Just whelming enough.
Someone needs to do something about the cicak that seems to be residing in our kitchen.
It's an impediment to my reaching an ideal level of comfort at night whenever I step into the kitchen.
Not only do I have to worry about ghosts and insects.
Yes, I am silly and pussy that way.
But now I have to worry about tiny pale-green creatures jumping out of the trash bag everytime I want to dispose of something.
The worry is too much for me to go through every night.
Do you know that I nudge-kick the trash bag before I come close to it?
I look crazy.
And I feel crazy for doing that.
So please.
SOMEONE.
DO SOMETHING ABOUT THE CICAK.
Has anyone ever acknowledged how flawlessly flawless Gwen Stefani looks?
She is beautiful.
Like.
Furreal, for real.
I am totally digging music from the British right now.
I have Florence + The Machine on heavy rotation and about to have Mumford and Sons and Adele on repeat as well.
So much raw emotion.
So much soul.
Bloody.
Hell.
That's all folks.
Thanks for listening to my 1.30am-super-extended-digressive-pre-Mathematics-promo-paper-I-should-be-asleep-but-for-some-reason-aren't-that's-very-stubborn-of-me ramblings.
And I see you everywhere.
In Joey.
In L(og) S(te).
I'm not calling you a ghost.
Just stop haunting me.
Actually.
Check it.
I want to be haunted.
As long as you're doing the haunting.
I'm perfectly fine with that.
Has anyone ever heard of the 15 (or is it 16?) Missing Bitches list?
Fucking funny.
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