I found a mysterious man in the 'landscape' picture I'd painted two years ago.
Can you spot the man in the picture?


(Note: Look at the different shades of blue that is within the red outline shape. It'd help you see the man better.)

I didn't even know how the man came about. This picture was displayed in my room for the past two years, and for those two years I didn't notice anything abnormal at all.

He (The mysterious smiling man) was only discovered on Jan 2008 when I happened to look up at the picture one day. To tell the truth, I was pretty freaked out... And now I don't view this picture the same way i did anymore.

Oh, and after I pointed the man out to my mom, she dramatically claimed that I was possessed by art spirits who were out to control my life.

*rolls eyes*

I probably painted him into the picture subconsciously. -_-;

"Reflect upon your own strengths and weaknesses."

This innocent-looking essay question stumped me for days.
Right now I'm still racking my brains, trying to think of an introduction...

....

... The antibiotics are not helping my fever/flu at all.

My Australian cousins came a few days ago... And i had a hard time communicating with them. They speak with a heavy accent. :/

I dealt with a very unpleasant job this morning.

My sensitivity to certain odors and smells reach out far too much sometimes to be classified as normal. I run at the first whiff of cigarette smoke, undoubtedly cursing the smoker to die of a smoking-related disease as early as possible. I smell perfume in the living room at 12am in the morning for no reason at all. (No, there wasn't anyone walking in the corridor or moving upstairs, because you see, 12am is a magic time where all of your senses are heightened and ears on full receiver mode-- especially if you've just finished watching 'The Mummy' on late night/early morning TV.)
Heck, sometimes i even hear weird noises. Or maybe all the sensitivity is really just an end result of my brain malfunctioning due to lack of sleep.

The whole smelling incident started yesterday. It was about late afternoon, and i was going about doing the dish washing as usual.
Then whiff! My nose caught the smell of fresh vomit.

Of course, it was lingering around the dishwashing area, and the dustin next to the clean dishes (Very strategic place to place it as well. I should tell my mom about the power of micro-organisms and diffusion sometime) hadn't been emptied for days.
So, thinking that it was the decomposing bits of fish gut and various food matter, i emptied it.

After that, the smell got better, somehow. So i washed my hands and trotted off.

Come evening, and the vomit smell(which was supposed to have vanished) started diffusing out into the living room, causing my sister and I to gag while watching the TV.
"What the hell is that?"
"No idea. I emptied out the trash, ok?!"
"Whatever."
"Fine. Whatever."
And both of us endured the smell in silence, with none of us wanting to go to the kitchen to check out the source.

11pm came, and i went to bed. I didn't really have a good night's sleep.

My sister was kicking at my bed the next morning.
"There's this pail in the kitchen." She started.
I choked. The smell had diffused into our room overnight.
So i stomped into the kitchen, two plastic gloves in hand.
And boy, was the smell overbearing.
There was an innocent-looking white pail staged near the window and next to the dish washing area.
Apparently my sighting skills were not as good as my sense of smell.
( Actually, if my sense of smell was that acute, i could have pinpointed the pail. Oh well.)
The pail was filled with foamy white stuff, which i assumed to be leftovers from... I don't know, shirt washing or something.
Then again, no one threw up.
Anyway, i took hold of the bloody pail handle and tilted it next to the bathroom sink.

Of course, gravity took hold and out came the water... with an added suspension of half a pail of rice underneath.
Why is my eyesight so bad?

I stopped pouring and yelled out the damage at my sister, who happened to be carrying her clothes for the day and a towel.
So she yelled-- i got irritated, and after much hesitation and feelings of disgust, took out all the rice grains flooding the bathroom(which smelt like vomit, DUH) and flushed the white stuff down the toilet.

My mom came back from work two hours later. I opened my mouth.
"WHAT WAS THAT PAIL ABOUT--"
"Oh, that pail. Yeah, pass me that. I want to use it to water the plants."
"...!!!?"

So that was it. My mom was using a mixture of decomposed rice and water as fertilizer.
Well, so now you know what is vomit smell. It's the smell of decomposed rice with water in your stomach.

Right now i've got another problem to deal with. The flush in the toilet sounded powerful enough to me, but i've just realized lots of nightmare grains stuck at the... sides...

... And so, the picture below is a summary of what i've been doing during the September holidays.

-points to picture above-
Just something i did and wasted my time on over the national day weekend. I regret not reading the rules properly...

Thank you Jacq. Seriously. I guess i just wasn't seeking comfortable words. You told it to me straight in the face, and that was what i needed to snap out of that freakish mood.