Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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Meet Cyclops, my stress ball. Now I am not wont to name my things or gadgets (ie, iPod, car, phone, etc), but I couldn't help naming my stress ball. This is because ever since Do gave each of us a stress ball - in different kinds such as happy face, tennis ball, golf ball and so on - it hasn't left my side. I use it so much and you can obviously see the effects of the stress by the gouged out eyes of, err, Cyclops. It's supposed to be a happy face, but I've been so strssed I've been scraping and scratching it out (oddly, I don't throw it around) so there you go, no more eyes or just one eye. :P Crissy and I also use Cyclops to gauge moods of ourselves and people around when we don't want to speak. Hehe, it's more than a stress ball, I guess, it's our mood indicator... as long the smile is there. :P Labels: random
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