happy children's day. today's compo lesson went quite superbly and i'm very pleased. i reckon it was the sticker-award session just before tt tt did the trick.

today mummy bought ant poison. and so i spent a good half hour tonight sprawled on the floor by the door, straining my neck to watch the ants inadvertently committing slow suicide, lining up to grab the little grains of whoknowswat to lug back to their little cranny. i wasn't as concerned with their future as i was with the way they worked together to get the work done. i ran in and out of the parents' rm every 10 mins to report my findings. of course they laughed at wat a weirdo i am. i'm not sure how else i'd expect anyone to react to myself, anyway.

i wondered again if there were others like me... (who are also not entomologists) who enjoy watching insects and figuring out how they worked. i remembered buying a plastic ant farm thing in primary school. i tried to catch ants to put in but my fingers weren't deft enough to catch any without killing them. so i left the plastic container below my dressing table, on the rattan chest and one day found tt tiny ants had made themselves quite at home. they ahd entered through the breathing holes. i guess the farm was meant for bigger ants. i dont remember wat happened after tt but i guess mummy must've thrown the whole thing away.

oh well. i guess this will be another thing to put on my list of things to do when i'm retired.

can you tell i'm just procrastinating? bleah.

oh why won't you just fucking make the first move again?