doris, doris.

the persistent urge to look for tiny microscopic bad points and then blow them up to unnecessary scales. wonder if it can be traced back to the very core of human genes where mom and pop and ancestors can be blamed for it, like everything else that is going wrong in your life.

'lactose-intolerant, got it from me mumsie'

'hardcore free-rider, complimentary of Uncle Tony'

'narrow eyes + huge nose, blame Second Granma Hilda for that'

'bigass ugly feet and a love for stomping all over people, Great, Great, Greaaaattt Granpa BABEMBE!'

since everything started off from the Africans, we can blame them for eveerrrything. woohoo.

on a different note i will venture into the lands of diy-ness very very soon (read: procrastinator giving her word) due to inspirations from uhm well, inspirational stuff. these days i am seeing ideas from all angles but fail to do anything beyond my comfort zone. i got malay bones! *blame blame blame*

also, the worrying thoughts of final exams. sighhh.

for the mean time, a short escape with tortoise to avoid avoid avoid.

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doris: sing it, lafferty

lafferty: now?

doris: now, we only have now.