It's funny how people react the moment they see a mosquito. My dad often slaps his hand against the window in the faint hope of squishing the life juice out of the little blighter. My mum on the other hand, panics and starts screaming at me, "Zack! Zack! Get the thing! Smack it! Its right there!" all the while, pointing at what appears to be... um ...the thing. o_0
The:
Victor's stupid juice
Cao's dragonlet
Gid's half done works of art
Rene's shadow
Henry's cattiness
Abhishek's smell (no wait that'll be there forever)
Isaac's retardedness
I'm lagging as usual. Post-OM depression was supposed to be like a month ago but oh well... thing is that at least donuts taste nice. Life's still sweet I suppose, just like the donut :D