at the dawn of this blog, just as i clicked on 'save template', a grasshopper hopped into my room. (i'm not sure if i should use flew since i'm not sure if grasshoppers actually do fly.)

and by reflex, i aimed didi's bedroom slippers, which are in my possession while he's in malaysia, at the icky green little jumpy monster. it hit. and my room is now filled with this incredibly pungent grassy smell, which i totally cannot stand. yucks!!

for a start, it wasnt in my intention to kill the thing. (i think it is dead now, ray-the boyfriend, just confirmed on msn that grasshopper's 'blood' is super smelly, as do all other insect's.) i merely wanted to scare it so that it leaves my room, little did i expect my hit to be that bloody accurate (pun intended).

so now, i am stuck here, on my bed, without my slippers and i really need to go shit. (i have no idea why wearing slippers into the toilet makes me shit easier.) and oh, the room is still super smelly, and i am half afraid of stepping off the bed because i imagine the grasshopper would somehow manage to push the slipper away from his scrawny little yucky green smelly body and leap at me.

i am paranoid.


i was going to blog about how grueling it is to choose a nice skin among the hundreds and thousands and millions that are available on blogskins. i was going to complain about the hours i spent browsing, editing, and finally deciding against the final product. i was going to complain about how irritating the 'cant save template' problem i've been facing for the past week is actually solved by clicking on one pathetic icon at the bottom of the page. i was going to whine about how i dun really like this final skin.

and i was also going to let kat know how very thankful i am for sending me the html script to password protect this blog, which i was going to acknowledge as the reason for my switch.

but because of that one possibly dead, and unbelievably smelly grasshopper lying under didi's bedroom slipper in the middle of my room, approximately one metre from the bed, i am no longer able to blog about all those things i wanted to blog about. instead, my thoughts have been overwhelmed by the crafty insect.


i took a closer inspection from my bed, and behind the blurry vision of astigmatism and myopia, i think i see the grasshopper's head and the feelers emerging from under didi's bedroom slippers. i almost imagine it to be looking at me with vengeful eyes and sending signals to its horde of smelly grasshopper brothers and sisters to avenge his sudden death.

maybe i should rename my blog 'the grasshopper that died under didi's bedroom slipper on the second day of chinese new year, 2007' to appease its wronged soul so that i will not drown in a sea of angry and smelly grasshoppers.

but i am really too narcissistic to name my blog after one ugly and dead grasshopper, i shall risk the possibility of me dying a peaceful, fragrant, painless death to indulge in my narcissistic pleasure. the blog name remains. (by the way, what's the name of my blog ar?)


damn, i really need to go summon enough courage to hide away the carcass of the grasshopper before yingsi, xueting, kenny and honey, the kaypo extra come over for mahjong.