just minishorts.

These are my babies. The two fish are without names. The furry one's called Fat Boy.

I've run out of my imaginative streaks these days. Blame it on the publishing line. It kills your brains.

Yum yum refers to the new instant soup mix from Campbell's. Going for RM3.40 for a box of three satchets, they're my latest addiction. One satchet makes a delicious 200ml mug of creamy mushroom, and I just had two this morning for breakfast (Mum's going to be really mad if she ever reads this).

I'm down with a very evil cough by the way. I've been coughing since Friday, and this cough is terribly bitchy. I don't really cough during the day, and for some obscure reason, the bouts choose to attack me in the wee hours of the morning. I'll be coughing through the night, just as I try to sleep, and even that 'go-to-bed' flu pill the doctor's prescribe can't keep me asleep.

This morning was horrible, I woke up from a very bad night, with this blot of gooey thing stuck in my throat. After much trouble trying to choke the goo out, it decided to bail–and take a teaspoonful of blood with it.

Some say it's the baboon's fault. Since it arrived, the department's never been entirely full–someone always has to be absent. Last week it was the secretary. Then it was the guy behind me, he got a two-day mc too. I had a two-day mc since Monday and might be extending it for the week. The girl next to me broke her ankle at church and won't be in for three weeks.

I'm going to get myself some fengshui crystals. Or something. Help?