What would you do.. if someone you trusted your heart with threw it out the window in a moment of confusion. If it landed in a rose bush. If he recollected himself enough to go retrieve the heart. If a part of it got snagged against a thorn when he carried it out and became permanently disattached. If he surrenderred the heart back to you but kept the torn piece. What would you do to get that piece back? Do you even want it back?

Oh forget it. I got it back already, whether I like it or not.

No, it is not a sperm. It's our brand new addition to my family! BABY FISHES! One of my two existing adult guppies gave birth.

They join the animal clan in my home consisting of :

And of course...

Protector of them all, Shadow (crap. I left his tail out in the picture!)

useless jiggly lump of fat the adorable separuh jalan labrador retriever

And the carrot coloured baby rabbit! Check out that tuft of hair on its head! Lucas calls it the 'rockstar' hair. Thus, the name Osbourne!

yeeeaap, thats a carrot for you! Dad started planting some in our garden for the rabbits. Ive actually never ever seen a real carrot growing in my entire life until now. And I still dont get how they reproduce. haha.

It's been roughly 20 days since I last saw most of my friends in school. I remember so clearly, all of us sitting in the pavillion, frantically flipping through our Physics notes and whatnots. Crazy crazy time!


No more last minute studying ever. AMEN!



So 2 nights ago, a few friends gathered at Phoeb's place - its become somewhat a customary reunion spot - for dinner.

The crazy thing was, I was actually fearing a food fight. All this while, I've been throwing myself - willingly - into the heart of the disaster. This time, I was cringing at the prospect of our barbeque going wrong. AGAIN.


It's not hard to imagine the outbreak, really. After all the barbeques' we've had together, none of us have gotten the hang of dining etiquette. And trust me, the food fight can get REAAAALLYY nasty.



Here's an example :

And another :

It. Is. Madness.. ok? I have a clear recollection of me and Manda hunting Esther down around the bungalow and squirting honey and barbeque sauce at her while she rolled on the grass. Good times, good times.. Esther must be cursing like hell if she stumbles upon this. Haha.

So... having no intentions of participating in another barbaric act, I put on a pristine white top. A clear siren that no one should attack me. Also brought a camera for a shield. I mean, you dont throw chicken blood and butter at a camera, right? Haha.

The 'barbeque' turned out to be a perfectly safe after all. Completely free of mad-eyed teenagers throwing food at each other. We just hung out and caught up with each other, which felt nice after so long of not seeing them.

And bloody hell, most of them have already gotten their arses into the driver's seat of a MOVING vehicle. They all survived it unscathed, by the way. Which is a good sign. It cant be THAT hard..

top : Lillian, Kim, me, Manda, Reen, Lene

bottom: Ferlynne, Chong, Ng, Phoeb (best host ever!)