Guess what? I GOT A TAGBOARD. Actually its not a tagboard, more like a comments thingy, but its an Advancement. Just scroll all the way to the bottom. People who read please just comment on it so that I know its working. Ha. Thanks to Nick for telling me how to get it done.

To people that know of my blog, please do not link it to yours without my express permission. And unless your blog is the private kind limited to a small circle of friends that I know personally, its unlikely I'll give it. Not that this one is particularly private, but I feel generally uncomfortable for it to be read by complete strangers. It can be spread around by word, I don't mind, to people I know and who know me, but no linking.

Every free time I get I go to have a look on the parrot fish. It's an obsession driven by curousity. The pace of work has slowed considerably--I think the major upgrading work has been completed. Now its just the touching up. They're currently trying to remove the pieces of gravel under the log, I don't know for what, but if its to create a hole to swim under it'll be quite futile because they're too fat. Or maybe they just want to add on to the slope around the fake flower.

Ah well, the puzzling behavior of fish.

The pale fish is really a workaholic. For a few nights, when I sleep late, I'll go to the balcony to check on them (haha, I sound like their mum). The lights are off, and by right both should be behind the log in their bedroom (refer to earlier post) and the red one usually is, but the pale one would be awake fussing over the arrangement of the stones. A truly dedicated fish.

Ok, enough about fish.

My parents just told me that they want to go to Xinjiang for two weeks just before my 'A's. With my sister gone, that essentially leaves me all alone at home for that time. I'm not surprised, they have talked about it before my mum got sick, and scrapped it when it seemed like she wasn't going to get better. Now that she's recovering, its only natural that they'll broach it again, and they're just waiting for my opinion.

I've pretty much decided to persuade them to go, actually. I remember the time when my mum was still in great pain, holding an ice pack to her mouth and telling me that if she still had a chance, she would like to go and visit all the places she could, because this has made her realise that she was aging. I remember my heart twisiting then, and wishing vehemently that she could go to Xinjiang, although I had been quite upset when she mentioned it last year. This hasn't changed.

But I have to make plans. For one, find someone I can study with or something during that period. Preferably, I can stay over at that someone's house...I am, essentially, rather afraid of loneliness. It's one of my fundamental weaknesses that I can never live alone. I don't like bringing my house keys out because I prefer someone to open the door for me when I get home. I don't feel like going home when there's nobody there--a fact I discovered when my sis and I were alone for ten days. I wait up late at night for my sis to get back just so that we can have a few words before I go to bed. So, er, I figured that two weeks without my parents or anybody else would be rather bad for my mental health.

Some people would have called this pathetic (at least, if it was themselves they would for self-pity or something, but of course no one would tell me that I am cos it's not Tactful) but I have decided that its quite dumb to put myself through unnecessary suffering to change my characteristics when I can change my circumstances. Therefore I shall get used to it as a last resort.

Hui Fen was coughing in school earlier today. I was afraid that I had passed her the cough (which I still have, incidentally), but she said she was the one who gave it to me. And Siew Sze was the one who started it all. This has fed my newly developed theory of the Virus Cycle, which is basically that the flu starts spreading from one person, makes one round around the class, by then having sufficiently mutated for the first person's antibodies to be ineffective, thereby causing her/him to catch it again. So at any one point in time, someone's always sick, and from the same virus. Doesn't it make sense? There's always a flu bug going around, no matter what season.

Incidentally, I got my Math and GP common test back today. Strange how marks don't really seem to matter to me anymore--at least, they have no real impact on my mood. There are so many more important things for me to get emotional over.