Some of us have strange inclinations. Leave us alone.

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  I was baking cheese straws. SUCCESS!! See, this is why I love baking.
  

1. I get to mix "gross stuff"* together. (*refer to bullet 2)
2. I get to put my hands in something squishy
3. Something nice comes out of the squishy stuff

Gives me so much satisfaction, especially since I get to do all this without annoying pple saying stuff like, "EWWWWwwww... That's so uncivilised/childish/barbaric." Instead, pple go, "Wow!", coz not many of them fancy cooking (ie, they can't cook for nuts) [okay, I exaggerate. But you know what I mean].

Work is tiring, despite the fact that it's only 4 days a week. And it makes me want to bang my head. But I still love work. I love making children smile, and I love it when they need me to hold them, and I love it when they trust me enough to tell me little things that mean nothing to us and everything to them. I love my job.

Ooooooooooo... I see a lot of ripening mangos hanging off the neighbours' tree. My room has a fantastic view.

A resident cobra has just been apprehended. I never saw it, but apparently it was familier around humans. It stayed in the garden stalking excessive frogs and toads, and my mum would've left it alone except that it got too close (to the house) for comfort. My dad came home one day, took off his shoes, turned around to put them on the shoe rack only to see a cobra staring at him, before taking its sweet time to crawl away. It got caught yesterday. The surest sign is the sudden bold appearance of the amphibian army.

Following that (plus the discovery of tons of centipedes in the garden during the snake hunt), my mum has purchased two pairs of Phua Chu Kang yellow boots.

I want to see that cobra.