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First, (one day of chem) + (1 fully functional brain) = (1 brain with the consistency of glue)

As surely as
(1 F16) + (1 AIM9 Sidewinder) = (1 ball of fire, gases and metal)

Anyway, it has been a thoroughly torturous 2 days, with insomnia at night (why do you think I'm blogging now) and falling asleep during the day. But, of course, its the holidays, and so theres the occasional cause to have fun.

I spent half an hour watching the video tapes that my father had taken of my sister and I when we were in England in 1989, my father being there cos of his job. This six-month stay, incidentally, is the reason why I cannot donate blood for the rest of my life - I am potentially Mad-Cow-ed. Even though my diet at that time consisted of mainly mushy white stuff with flecks of solid inside, better known as baby food. May I add that I think I was a highly intelligent baby =) My mother said I should attach a pic of my baby-self to this blog. I highly disagreed.

Well, first impressions of baby videos always centers around the clip my father took while we were at a strawberry farm about 5 miles from Shakespeare's hometown, Stratford-on-something (Thats the way the English name their villages.... its like V - on - R, in which V is the Village and R is a river).

Well my sister and mother were happily picking strawberries, a novelty few asians get to experience, or else its limited to picking up packets of strawberries in the supermarket. Meanwhile, this blue-clad baby who looks remotely like a bug, who's head is verryyyy big and who has very little hair (yes, last time I had very little hair) and crawling among the strawberries. My father and I, watching the TV, laughed and laughed, or rather, I did most of the laughing, as I picked up a tuft of grass and raised it to my mouth, with my father in the video going "NO! Don't eat that!".

Its not like at that age I knew that humans in fact do NOT have cellulase in their body and thus cannot digest grass.

Then my father kept trying to call me to look at his camera, whereupon my one-year-old self turned around and started crawling in the either direction to play with a little mound of strawberries. I WAS a very intelligent baby =D

The next scene shows my sister standing behind me balancing a box of strawberries on my exceedingly coconut-shaped head (my head only stopped being coconut shaped in sec. 3 also).

Theres another scene of us in the house, my sister and I chasing each other around the sofa. Whereupon I suddenly stop, then crawl to my father and start attempting to climb up his leg, such as a koala would, to reach his camera. Of course, I fail utterly and miserably, being a tiny feller (5 days before my first birthday!). Which shows from the start of my life I had some special relationship with my sister anyway, although at that time it centered around getting bullied by her... hehehehe

Its to my memory that I, at that age, was already FACINATED with CATS. Our neighbour had a cat named Banjo, and many times I would be perched at the window sill trying to communicate telepathically with it. Apparently it didn't occur to me that I had to open my mouth to talk to it. So I sat and stared and stared. And the cat most of the time would dao me anyway.

Incidentally, when my father brought us back in 1996, I being Primary 2, also on a business trip, we visited the house again. Banjo was still there, peering at us from behind the staircase... The neighbours recognized us and let us in... haha...

Yup, anyway some incoherent thoughts of my childdddhood.... my very child childhood, that is... If I were to write about the countless other funny incidents I would never get to sleep, so, thats all for now I guess... haha

Argh! Physics! Maths!