Wednesday, April 30, 2008

The Sleepiest Creature on Earth...is not me???

Just when I thought that no other being in this world could top me for being the sleepiest, I came upon a site stating that the sleepiest animal in the world is the koala bear, sleeping for about 22 hours a day. I remembered sleeping for more than half a day when I was still living back in my hometown, but couldn't recall the exact duration so I can't tell if how well did I do.

Here are some of the runner-ups as quoted from Neatorama.com:

"Next is the sloth (20 hours), armadillo and opossum (tied at 19 hours each), lemur (16 hours), then hamster and squirrel (tied at 14 hours each).

How about cats? Though some cats can sleep up to 20 hours a day, the average cat sleeps 13 hours a day. In comparison to koalas, cats are downright energetic!"



If cats are downright energetic, well I am the least energetic of all cats... The most lethargic one. Hmm... Maybe I'm a koala. Or an armadillo. No, wait. What the hell am I?



Saturday, April 19, 2008

Quack! Quack!

Two more hours and fifteen more minutes and I will be off from work... Can't believe that I'd survive with my almost disappearing voice and stuffy nose. I'm quite amused listening to my voice which sounded like a duck's. Haha. There was one time earlier when I almost lost it, could barely talk. Too bad I didn't lose it. Still hasn't studied yet. Good luck to my class later. Weee.



Speechless

...Gee, I sound like a duck. A duck with a dying voice... and stuffy nose... with a headache.

Gotta study now, mimming... Stop doing crap... Now open your course material and STUDY, you lazy wart!



Friday, April 11, 2008

Heat Stroke and Frostbite

Is heat more dangerous than cold? That is a question that has been stuck inside the curious part of my brain for quite some time now. However, I don't think I care for the answer anymore because I'm pretty sure I will die of both. Just imagine grilled cat belly, frozen steamed crisp mimming skin, popsicle fingers and toes... Yum.

As I step out of the office of a refrigerator at 6 am, the sun is just done performing its dramatic sunrise and is already glaring with a smug smile trying to say, "Ooooh yeaaah! Now burn, you puny wretched children of Earth! Burn!" My room reminds me of a crematorium furnace and its door is as fancy as the portal to Satan's hell. I know I need to get an AC but I have been planning it for years to no avail. Why? The equation is simple: Me + Intsik = Kuripot or Me2 = Tamad.

Being a day sleeper, I usually end up salted and broiled, not rare but well-done. As that roguish sun bids its daily teary-eyed farewell, the temperature would slowly drop. My siomai body and soul would slowly cool down, making me drowsier and wearier. Sleep, ah... Finally. But what a pribbling lily-liver of all luck, my alarm suddenly goes off screaming, "get up, idiot!" and won't stop until I would shove myself out of bed with the master of all headaches clinging in my head and a dash of vertigo as a garnish.

9:00 pm. Just in time for work. Hey, it's still not late! The moment I reached my cube, cold air slaps my soggy face automatically like a bad habit. My back is facing the giant air conditioner blowing fresh Arctic air. I usually ask the people in charge with the AC to turn it off or increase the temperature but I think they're enjoying the frigidness because it seemed that the place got colder instead. It's a miracle that my stiff fingers didn't break when I slapped them on the table. Teeth chattering (yup, no kidding) and frozen migrained head are now the normal things to have.

What will ever happen to a living thing that has been alternately exposed to extreme heat and cold? It would wilt, I guess... And would suffer from a case of allergy because that is what I actually got in addition to my frozen cooked being. Boiled then exposed to cryogenics. I wonder if this is the reason why I'm going nuts.