1. ... my neck cannot be any stiffer. But I think I sprained it while stretching. Now I smell like an old lady. Chinese medicinal patches and all. With head tilted, favouring my left side. What a bad time to have a bad neck. I have to stare at whiteboards the whole week with my head tilted. Shit.
I don't think I can laugh without straining my neck. Double shit. I laugh everyday.
Yes, I'm that happy.
Haiyo, very painful laaaaaaa.
UPDATE: Somebody anaesthetize me PLEEEEEASE! The pain is unbearable...
2. ... me being me, the blur blur kid. I thought our holidays already started. But NOOOooooo... it actually starts on the 25th May. So when my cousin asked me what time was class tomorrow, I told her I was on holiday.
*smacks forehead*
3. ... We visited Baby Ryan and his parents. He is so tiny! Can't even fit his tiny baby hands into his baby gloves. He's about 46cm tall, though. That's quite good. Looks like his daddy, they say. But I can't for the life of me see the resemblance. Except for the eyebrows. He's got Daddy's eyebrows and Mummy's tuft of thick hair, which will fall off in a couple of months. So says the second generation's mummies.
4. ... I read in The Sun that an average-sized man in London (or maybe it was England in general) is 1.9m tall, weighs 79kg and has a normal index of 21.7. Seriously. The average man in London/England is 1.9m tall?? That's extremely tall.
I have a thing with height, just so you know.
