Just now I had a sudden recollection of our Biology seminar last Thursdays. Dust mites, dust mites everywhere. I realise that this is extremely true. Dust mites are more integrated in our lives than you can imagine. They appear when you are talking. They do their deed when you are thinking. And most importantly they affect what you do. Of course, the dust mites I'm talking about now are not literally dust mites. Dust mites can be found everywhere. Who says they are invisible to the naked eye? Just observe carefully, and one day you just might see someone spouting out a handful of dust mites while s/he talks. You will be shocked, may I forewarn you =D +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Anyway, what's up with the "me being mrs wonka" and all thing? So weird, after DSD if I'm not wrong, someone came up to me and called me Mrs Wonka. I shudder at this weird recollection. Can someone solve this mystery? Tomorrow is the eve of our nation's birthday! I absolutely-fabgabulously love it cos it means many days of holidays! This is the best of it all, of course, besides the fantastic speeches made yearly. I totally love them too -____- And tomorrow the school will be so red! It will be like looking at a sea of blood, something much more refined than what we see on a monthly basis. But I do hope people wear red shirts, if not me and rah would be the only ones wearing ): Bah. Know what I feel like doing now? Lie on the beach and count the stars (an easy feat of course, considering singapore has hardly ANY stars at all =D) And maybe mr shooting star will come and visit the sky and then I will make a wish. And the wish would be that........ Shh. It's a secret =D

8/07/2005 09:51:00 pm;