"God, just get married already!!! And then maybe J. will stop talking about you," the Code Monkey's friend picks on me through MSN.

I laugh and assure her that I will tell him off.

"Actually, he might not stop talking about you even then. He's been going on and on about April this, April that."

Looking back, I now feel like I should have seen this as a sign of impending doom.

The Code Monkey and I have become one of those boring couples who cannot talk about anything else except each other!!!

But it can't be helped. He is just too geeky and cute to not talk about. *makes cooing noises*

The motorcycle still scares the hell out of me when the Daddy drives me to where I wait for public transport. For five minutes, I get obscenely heightened senses that enables me to hear the slightest difference in the way the motorcycle normally sounds. This, when a person sitting right beside me needs to poke me to get my attention after having lost his/her voice calling out my name.

The Daddy has given up on raising our fifty-something chickens in their makeshift run. He has taken them back to my grandparents' place where they have proper soil to scratch on. Boneless Chicken passed away about a month ago after having been stepped on so many freaking times by her notorious sisters. The two gay teenage roosters have recently discovered that they possess crowing powers. I am thinking of getting them a voice teacher, they have incredibly raspy voices.

I owe my professor a final paper for Chaucer class and I have decided to take a break from postgrad studies this semester. There is a fifty percent chance that I will not pick up where I left off next academic year. I will let the coin decide for me when the right time comes.