Moodswings are a terribly annoying thing, but they’re useful if you’re feeling gloomy. For no particular reason, I’m going to write down everything that comes to my head for the next five minutes. Let’s see how fast I can type.
Dad’s quite good at the guitar. Yes, he is. I wish I were that good, but perhaps some day I’ll fill in the shoes of my old man. I hope he doesn’t die soon. That’s not very nice of me to think. People dying and all, I mean. Death is the opposite of life. It is the end of life. Why does life end? Well I guess it’s supposed to. We don’t seem to be able to survive for much longer than a hundred years as humans. Which reminds me, Singapore has a higher literacy rate than Australia. How did that remind me? I thought back to that ASEAN assignment where the life expectency was something like 30 years in Laos. And that reminded me of literacy rate. Which reminded me of my exclamation of shock horror at discovering Australia to be only 99% literate. That’s going to change some day, but kudos to Singapore. They speak Mandarin there, I think. I’m not very good at Mandarin. I prefer Japanese, personally. I’m doing very well in my lessons with Matt Isaia. Matt’s cool. He has a mole I think. I don’t remember. He also has wavy hair. Haha, mole. That reminds me of Austin Powers and a very long stick. And Minime. Poor Minime. I wonder if that’s two words? It looks strange. Two words made into one is a compound word. For some reason that reminds me of cars being crushed into cubes. Oh, I know why, it’s because that’s how Mrs Mountford (bless her) made us remember compound was crushed. She was such a wonderful teacher. "Photosynthesis is the process by which plants attain their food, by sunlight, nutrients and water." "Circumference is the distance around the outside of a circle." "Two times three is six." Yeah, those were the days. I wonder how she’s doing? I know I should contact her, but it would be intrusive to just ring up and I think a little too formal to send her a letter. Maybe I’ll call St Munchins and ask the administration for her school email address? Say, there’s an idea, but I think both of us know that’s not going to happen.
Anyway time up. How many words is that? 365. That’s the number of days in a year. 73 words a minute, approx, with distractions and a few typos. That’s not so bad I guess. Well, pip pip old bean, I hunger. Time to go hunt for more rats to feast on.
~Chicka chicka BOO YAH!