Have you ever felt a sense of deja vu whenever you look at a picture? I don't know whether it can be called deja vu, but then I won't have any other word for it. Anyway, I was just reminiscing about the past (yeah right) and I remembered this picture I saw in my Primary 3 Pets Course Book and I recall feeling some sort of weirdness when I laid eyes on this particular picture. It's a picture of just one house with a narrow winding lane leading to it and surrounded all round by fields and hills. The moment I saw it as an 8 year old, I felt weird. Even now I can still picture it very clearly and still get the same weird feeling. OR MAYBE I'm just weird. Like the picture was a cartoon for crying out loud. Maybe I was a cartoon character in my previous life. It wasn't even well drawn in the first place. Sometimes I wonder at myself.
Since we're on the topic of me being weird, let's throw in an instance of sheer stupidity. I was supposed to be helping Mom do some data entry sometime back, so the information I needed was on a diskette. So after I ejected the first one, I pulled the second one to me and clicked on the A:/ folder to open my file and my computer started emitting some sort of odd farting noises. Thinking nothing much of it, I clicked on the folder again since nothing happened and again the farting noises continued. That was when I looked beside my laptop and saw that I haven't put the diskette in yet. Sheer stupidity I tell you.
Oh, by the way, and this is really random, I don't understand how some people can't keep their gases down. Some can't keep their burps in, but it's all just a simple matter of closing your mouth and swallowing it back down. But I'm pleased to note that more people are able to keep their burps down. It's the farts that have problems going back up. So I shall be civic minded and save the world from more possible emissions of methane gases. In order to keep farts in, all you need to do is clench your butt cheeks together and wait till the fart slides back up. It shouldn't take much effort (or time, unless it's a really explosive one then it's a different matter altogether).
On a saner plane, I went for the PCK musical last night with the church people (those who managed to get hold of the free tickets given out to the top three groups from the Treasure Hunt). I was still very much in a church camp-ish mode so I was very happy to see everyone. And then I realised that apart from those tickets given out during the camp, many church people also had tickets for the show so I saw alot of church people and it just felt so family-ish. And I was very happy to see everyone (I'm starting to repeat myself). Haha. The musical was not too bad. Although from where I was seated, I could only see bodies moving around on stage, but then again the tickets were free so I'm not complaining. Singing and dancing were alright. Nothing compared to Forbidden City though, which was the only other musical I've attended. But it wasn't as bad as the review that was given in the newspapers. I had quite an enjoyable time actually.
Now I'm in a poetic mood. I checked out the www.poetry.com website yesterday, and submitted the poem I wrote for Father's Day for some contest thingy. And eversince I did that, I've been feeling the urge to write poems everywhere I go and about all sorts of things. I am so literary. HAH!