(/edited) @ 9:51am; 28.04.08
ok, this is not a good way to start my week. my father gerbil died earlier this morning, even after i separated it from the gangsta who killed its brother the day before. my father gerbil had an injured tail and thigh, and was limping. it was a really sad sight because that was the original gerbil i got, and was the father to them all. it was just, sad. and i’m grieving right now. some of you might say, “please la, you’ve got so many. one died, it wont make a difference”. sorry, it does. because a life lost, is still a life lost. regardless of its size and significance in my life. i’ll miss you, father gerbil. RIP.
(/edited) @ 2:11am; 27.04.08
a gerbil died. i noticed something amiss when i saw my gerbils chasing each other and the younger ones just kept whining and crying. i peeked into the tank and pushed the hay a little to check. and there it was. an almost adult gerbil dead. red ants started to crawl all over it. my heart sank. it was painful to remove it’s body and just squirmy for me. i hate taking dead bodies away. i’ve done it umpteen times but i still hate it. i’ve had dead pet rabbits (eh, i think they were dead), dead fishes, dead puppies, dead kittens, dead lovebirds … and before you think im a serial pet murderer, they die out of natural deaths okay.
anyway, while i was trying to remove the body, the rest all crowded around the body, as if to wish their last goodbye. and right after i removed the body, while i was trying to clear the area, the other gerbils started squealing and *ngaps*, i got bitten hard by one of them. it bled, and it hurts like crazy. but i guess they were in pain. and didn’t want to be disturbed. oh well, RIP, gerbil. i’ll miss you.
p/s: trying to cope with death of a pet and watching eternal sunshine of the spotless mind is a bad combo. eurghs!
the best bf you can ever find. and he’s mine.
i think i’ve gotten myself the best boyfriend in the world, no sweat. i couldn’t make it for the l’oreal warehouse stock clearance so he got up early, parked his car a few blocks away (the crowd was crazy) and walked under the rain surrounded by crazy sales addicted girls to get me my stuffs. like where on earth can you find a bf so schweet? i’m getting a toothache just thinking about it. it was crazy sending a guy who is completely clueless about make up to get me some. i’ve prepared myself by googling the products i want and sending him the photos. but i’m sure he panicked. it was hilarious, i tell you. but i love you, bii! i so truly appreciate what you’ve done for me yesterday. quick come back from kuantan. i haven’t hung out with you for so long. yes, i haven’t. bahs, i’ll make it up to you someday, bii. enjoy kuantan while you’re there!
a superb dinner @ italliannies, the curve. i seriously prefer the outlet in the curve compared to one utama. i’m glad my recent visit changed my perception slightly on the quality of food at italliannies.
celebrating my dad’s birthday @ tony romas, pyramid. nyums! *licks lips*
noodles & yong tau foo from house of fishball, uptown & awesome caffeine-induced drinks from my all time favourite, san francisco coffee.
various pan mee from restoran mee papan, kota damansara. not too bad, but i’d rather choose chili pan mee anytime!
bak kut teh @ yi wan teng (i think it’s ‘one bowl soup’ in chinese) @ damansara perdana.
p/s: i swear, if i see another freaking bastard who stops his car in the middle of the road while struggling to light his cigarette up, i’ll freaking bang his car on purpose. what an ass, with a completely empty skull.
p/ss: omg, i can’t freaking believe aunty lynette went for dinner with peter pan without inviting us! now we’re bugging her for free tickets. haha. they’ve been keeping in touch with her since our previous shoot with them. they think she’s hawt. where can. not fair, right?