how to fight a crocodile

Thursday, February 5, 2009

7:26 AM | 5 Comments

i looooove conversations like this because they will always lead to the most bizzare answers.

we were having a little gathering today in 1u's Seoul Garden when suddenly someone mentioned about sharks in Australia and we started investigating how to fight for your life if it attacked you.

the answer was simple,

jab the eye.

hello?? the fella so thick skin how to fight??! the eye is the most vulnerable spot right?

jason: *happily* so if you're being chased by a shark you faster poke the eye right??

me: NO. if it's CHASING you YOU RUN!! jab only when it catches you! =___=

kelvyn: then what about crocodiles? you jab the eye too?

jason and i: YA. same ma! another thick skin fella.

kelvyn: what if it closes it's eyes and bite you???



dot dot dot.




YA HOR.



bryan: then the crocodile very clever lor.

jason: must have did research before it attacked. all the friends kena poke eye ball HAHA.


WTH.


bryan: what if it bites your arm?? how to poke??

kelvyn: USE YOUR FEET.


OMG.


jason: can meh??

kelvyn: make sure you wear sandals so can use your toes ma.


ZOMG.


me: but don't they usually attack your lower torso first? crocodiles not very tall creatures leh.

bryan: what if your hand and feet also can't use???

jason: that only leaves you with the head right??


SUDDENLY... everyone became quiet and started to formulate an answer.



kelvyn: ... you lick the eye balls.




*STUNNED*




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LICK THE EYE BALLS?????????




LIKE WTH??????????? ^%$&#@!**(~!$%%%??


that. sounds. SO. WRONG.


jason: OMG.

kelvyn: then the crocodile will think you want to eat him.

bryan: then it will faster run from you right HAHA.



i think the poor crocodile would be traumatized.


omg i just love this people so much la. my life would be incomplete without all our stupid conversations haha. they are my best stress-relief anytime anywhere =) *gives ultramegasuperhugzz*

night fall

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

7:53 PM | 0 Comments

it's midnight. the streets are dead.

not a sound in the air.

where are all the roaring engines and constant barkings?
everything is so still it scares me.

the fan and lights are off, it's so quiet that i can hear my grandma's steady breathing right next to me.

i turned and looked at the ceiling, focusing on the long dim lines casted by the street lamps.


nights like this makes me afraid to sleep alone.

i am tired but i can't drift off to sleep. my mind is blank and empty, yet it won't go to rest.
i feel so non-existant that it's as if i've blended into the silence of the night.


i am locked in a cage, there's nothing to distract me...there's no one to turn to.

long hours would pass before i could finally sleep.
but the thin ray of light that comes through my window would cause my eye lids to flutter and i would sigh at the sight of a new dawn.


it's another day.


and fear washes over me...as i know that night would come again.

mourning

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

5:19 AM | 2 Comments

if only things were different.

my tears have run dry. my heart has turned cold.

i hate who i've become.

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a part of me just died today.


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