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Thursday, October 12, 2006

SHE IS SO IN LOVE WITH SPUD!
But i am afraid of him.

1) 4 paged long Problem Statement was killing me.
2) early lunch causes me to be ultra hungry at the end of the day.
3) slept in the bus, my head was swinging in all directions.
4) went to shirley's hse.
As usual, after umpteens, i still cant figure my way there. She escorted me in. Then i was SPARK PLUG, OKAY, SPUD. i JUST CANT GET THE NAME RIGHT.
Fine, assh*** i called it.

~ weird expression from shir. SRY OKAY.
He was tiny winy, like the size of my arm only.
Fury, active, high heart beat per sec and smelled great ( shir said so, i didn't dare to carry it.)
The body seems so fragile and soft.
Blame my environment for not rearing dogs for the past 17 yrs.
Blame the Animal Planet that show me " how pets turn WILD".
Blame on the public stools i seen so often.
Blame on my neighbour's dog that BARKS 24/7.
AKKK, once a dog bit its owner's toot and will not let go off it.
Like instant castration.
That means the World Pop is diminishing... oh craps.
Okay, then we went to J8 to shop for food. My tummy was much better and my appetite came back. Bought mango ring pancake chips...
Practically, shirley is sacrificing so much for him, she is going to bring food from hm to sch, spend her ENTIRE life with him and most imptly, now her frequent shopped place is not stomping town getting clothing accessories make-ups but PET SHOP.
~~This cant be true!!!~~
I tagged along to widen my pathetic knowledge. I saw nail care, hair trimmer, leash, brushes, shears, sanitary pads, appealing snacks and blah blah.
To save money i told her to use her fathers's shaver for spud. It cost like $80 and above for a pet trimmer. EX!
5) Bus 52 to home sweet home.

On behalf of everyone here, welcome to The Shadowlands Of Ghosts.

Thursday, October 12, 2006