a bit of flim~ yes, flim, not film.

why flim? what is flim? has Nana gone off the deep end? has she abandoned all outward display of normalcy in mental processes and proceeded on the trek on e path of lunacy? or incoherence?

fear not. the answers to those seemingly inanswerable questions are: cos it sounds like flimsy, and i feel a bit of flimsiness tonight (err which brings to mind - i may want to reconsider the lunacy plea haha), no, maybe, and yes. and if you're utterly, irretrievably lost in all this nishnash nonsense, ah, you're normal indeed. dun fret.

finally completed the presentation and given my talk today. i suspect that i took more than the 10minutes allocated to each student, by around 5minutes or so. however it was over in a blur for me. if you ask me, i'd say i was in some variant of traumatic-stress-induced-anmesia, babbling like a loony hare and jabbing my bamboo pointer (apparently the laser one's run amok) at the screen with rapid, spasmodic pokes of my wrist and retaining not a singular iota of memory of the entire performance. a national fencer would have been mighty proud of my excellent skills in lancing and parrying like a cracker on amphetamines at the poor inanimate screen.

am bushed.
am bushed on a cracker.
am bushed, on a cracker, with parsley sprinkles and bacon bits with a pretty please.

if i were any more exhausted from blinking my sore, parched eyeballs at the goshdarn screen for the past 5 days, i would have spontaneously degenerated my complex cellular structure into a massive slimy lump of green fluorescent cells.

oh, and i finally passed both my theory trial tests. on the dot. hahaha. talk about "unintentional accuracy". this phrase itself is oxymoronic on nature. like author like words, eh?? haha.

as i type this, my orange female guppy is unabashedly honking the blue male on his backside, whereas in nature this should be the other way around. could it be due to food? a change in diet leading to a surge in "initiative for procreation" in the female? or is she just plain sex-deprived (like a certain someone who's typing this) and needs someone, or even SOMETHING, to hump? this could be a massively good paper in Nature.

oh my goodness. i think i've evolved into a full fledged scientist. with the inquiring mind and all the works.

help...