aaagh

Biggest sushi craving of my life. I leave this house in 30 hours.

I go back to work on Thursday, which I guess is a good thing. Gives me 2 days to recuperate and buy the cage for my ratties.

Heading to Oxford with the uncle and cousins in a bit. It might be an overnight thing, so I've packed about 90% of my stuff, and hopefully it'll weigh less than 30kg. I spent more than I wanted to, but i'm happy. I bought Ma a dress and two tops, bought some belated birthday presents, had lunch and hopped on the bus back yesterday from Wokingham town centre. It's pretty fun to visit at night too, the pubs are extremely cosy and unsleazy.

Called the family yesterday. Not once did they call while I was here, but that's just the way we do things. They're doing fine. But I have a feeling my parents have been going out... A lot. Most of what my mom was said was about going out with Pa and going on a holiday with him for a weekend when both me and Aresha are back in the house. I'm glad they're doing good and happy, it'd be the worst to come home in the middle of some big issue they're having.

And when things are good, Ma's mood will be good = Pa's mood will be better.

I hope this continues, it usually gets rudely interrupted by a huge fight. BUT if it doesn't, maybe Pa will stop smoking his lungs to death.

AH damn, going home means the end of my nightly Sex and The City Marathon. They show two episodes every night, 3 on weekends, along with 2 episodes each of Friends, Everybody Loves Raymond, King of Queens and That 70s Show EVERY NIGHT. Sad sad sad.......

exactly 72 hours to my departure...

....from Nine Mile Ride.

Things to do when I get back (cue 'Oh fuck no not again')

1) CHECK ON RATTYS
2) MAKE RATTY CAGE
3) Go back to vurk at the Vild Oats. Haiya. I think i'm on schedule everyday cos of some Hamlet thingo that's being done and WO is gonna cater every night for a few weeks i'm not sure. On top of that there are other events tooo.

4) Look for another job. A day job with fixed hours from Monday to Friday so - my nights are free to partay and so are my weekends.

5) Step up on the tuition. Erika actually misses me! I need to pay Deborah too for covering for me the past 3 weeks.

6) Do Pa's birthday present thing. It's been sitting in my head for the longest time, about time I actually DO IT.

7) i <3 my rats...

Yeah this is about the umpteenth time i'm blogging about them yeah?

So i've bought a bit of stuff.. If you asked me for something in particular, I would've bought it for you, but in any case don't expect stuff cos it's just too expensive.

I haven't bought Yigang the tacky London tourist t-shirt he asked for cos I was trying to hard to haggle in Camden Town. I should've though, cos I don't know for sure if i'm going into London again on Saturday with Uncle Matt and the kids.

My aunt said she'd hook me up with a hottie who said he'd bring me to Southampton but he fought with his momma. HAHA! Wao.

less than 7 days left

Yep, it's less than a week to my departure from this lovely albeit brr cold country. I just bought myself a new coat too - wasted.

Been all over sorta. From Reading to Slough to Iver to Camden Town to Central London to Southall. Ok la when I think about it it's not quite much, but I definitely have enjoyed the trip. A good chance for me to basically miss everything about home - from firstly, mr Rasputututin and mr Stalin, to the burning weather, and hanging out on the regular with familiar faces. This isn't to say I prefer Singapore over the UK.

Having spent almost 3 weeks in the suburbs is NO JOKE. A good chunk of moolah has been spent on transport and LPG for Amit's car which he has generously lent to Aresha and I to get around. Prior to the car though;

Several bus trips to Wokingham = £3.40 x I don't know how many times.
Blah blah blah.......Reading = £5.40 x 2... 3 times?
Train to Slough (a 20 min ride) = £8.60
LPG for the Cherokee Jeep aka Amit's Ride = £30 + £23
Day Travelcard for our day in Camden = £5.90

That comes up to a pretty bit. My spending gained momentum over the 2 weeks and I'm down to.... an undisclosed amount. I'm not TOO worried. Initially I was worried about the moolah i'd spend if I went for the Hospitality gig in London this Friday.. £20 for a return train, god knows how much for a tube card, another £20 for the gig if I don't make guestlist, and other misc things I might spend on. Backside tore on Sunday when I bought a coat from Camden Town for £35.

But since A Sides said he won't be going for the gig, i'll give it a miss. Cos I don't wanna go alone. Aresha and Amit are heading for the Isle of Wight tomorrow evening but i've pretty much got my week planned out for me before I leave, almost. Shopping in Reading again Tuesday, helping out at Aunty's school on Wednesday, helping out at Nine Mile Vet then babysit on Thursday, not sure what on Friday, and tentatively London on Saturday with Uncle Matt and the kids.

Many of you might think it's not much of a holiday, spending it at a vet or a special needs school or babysitting kids. But I think i've seen a lot more of the UK than any random tourist, in terms of how they live, the people, their mannerisms and other things I can't be arsed to put in words. There's only so much you can see in Central London.

Fuck, the other night I had ANOTHER dream about the ratties. This time, I had come back and Stalin was HUGE, but.... white. His coat was white! How wtf is that. Damn, I think before I get home I will have another few anxious dreams about them cos I keep thinking about them so much. While i'm here I shop for them, and I keep reading up rat guides and how to set up the perfect cage. You have no idea how much i'm itching to set everything up, I shall photo-document that process if i'm not feeling particularly lazy.

the most horrific nightmare

I dreamt I came home the other night - first thing I went to see were my ratties.

I went upstairs to my room to check on them. The cages were filthy, both rats were sick looking.... and completely stiff!

I even poked a finger through and Stalin fell over on his side, dead.

Ooooh my god la. It was just the worst thing. Called Pa the next day and he said the ratties were fine.

And Stalin has grown BIG!

EHHHH shit I hate to be missing out on this. According to Aresha his biggest growth spurt was right after I left. I only remember him to be as long as my pinky finger. But he's still in his baby cage! I've bought so much stuff for them from here cos pet shops in SG don't sell rat toys and stuff. I spent £25 on rat things - jumbo sized climbing tubes, a huge swing, a hammock and a wooden ball. If I don't think about currency conversions it works out to quite a bit BUT I have sworn to myself not to think about it.

When I come back I will assemble their dream cage ASAP.

i just got the chills watching this

GTA IV trailer airing in the UK;



This video is just so badass. It makes me wanna buy a PS3, screw the xbox.

And the music is extremely catchy. LCD Soundsystem's Get Innocuous.

You. Can. Normalize.
Don't it make you feel alive?

Why don't they EVER have badass game trailers in Singapore? I mean - apart from Granado Espada and Hellgate London... Those are PC games!

We need some Sony Playstation lovin!

le sigh

I miss the familiar faces.

What a waste of a holiday. Just too bad then.

On a brighter note i'll be spending the day at the vet tomorrow.

China earthquake kills thousands

" "Wenchuan is home to the Wolong Nature Reserve, China's leading research and breeding base for endangered giant pandas," Xinhua reported. The condition of the center was not immediately known because all communication services were cut off. "

:O

I'm most worried about the pandas.

army boys and russian waiters

It's been a whole week already.

How time flies. I've had time to blog but I just haven't been.

Been going around.... Swimming with the kids on Monday, spent Tuesday helping out at my Aunty's school for kids with special needs, picked up the kids from school on Wednesday then headed to Uxbridge with Amit, his bro and sis-in-law to watch Ironman, bought a dress from Wokingham then babysat the kids making Mother's Day cards on Thursday, and finally on Friday I spent an afternoon alone in Reading.

Yeah... I just walked around The Oracle shopping mall. Bought another dress and two bikini tops. In hopes of finding May, the girl from M'sia I met on the plane, I went to the restaurant she said she worked at. Turns out she was on long term leave, so I left my name and number.

Along the river, I stopped by a restaurant with a sign that said £7.50 for lunch and a glass of wine. I didn't intend on spending much on food, but I just had to.

So there I was, having pasta and wine alone by the river. I sat there for a good hour or so, listening to Jack Johnson and Bjork playing from the restaurant. And then I was asked out on a date by the blue-eyed waiter. Lesson learnt, I shouldn't go anywhere myself haha.

The time alone was enjoyable though, all I did was daydream and had small talk with the sorta cute waiter. Normally you don't see 19-year olds sitting alone enjoying wine, and I did get a lot of strange looks.

I dropped by Primark to see whether the hype was worth it. Stuff didn't look so appealing to me, except the swimwear and some shoes.

OKAY GOING ON A MINIBUS TO THE SEASIDE (I THINK)

UPDATES LATERZ

brr

Ok i'm supposed to be at Katherine Pines' house now with Aunty Gogi and the family, but I'm choosing to stay in instead.

Cos... I got my... PERIOD URG

I was prepared for it la of course. I've started taking something that supposedly reduces flow and cramps, so we'll see how well this works.

Jet lag is a real bitch, I find myself yawning nonstop at 8pm local time. Yesterday was Amit's bro's birthday, so he picked me up along with a bunch of stuff for his sis-in-law and him and went to his place to cut the cake. Then at about 8ish almost 9pm we set off for Tabbay's in Central London for some good ol' indian food.

It was a good hour long queue, that place was a real hit with everyone from Chinese to angmohs and I was starving. Luckily they slot us in somehow, i'm not sure how and we jumped the queue. It was freezing outside, a good 8 bledy degrees. I hardly survived it, and Amit was just wearing a t-shirt.

Had a good meal, dessert, laughs before leaving well after 12am. Driving back was a bitch, especially nearing here cos it was just so damn ulu. The road's pitch black, the drive in was foggy as hell and there were so many creepy looking animals running across the road. Most of the time they were prolly foxes, but in the dark with their glowing eyes it was just creepy. Earlier, on the way to Amit's place a pigeon was struggling to get out of the jeep's way and he almost knocked down a pheasant.

Finally got back, but it was real late. I had already knocked off in the car for awhile cos I was really completely bushed. All in all, it was a great night. Central London is just damn beautiful at night, I definitely wanna come back and take some night photos or something if I can.

Ok yucky period feeling settling in, maybe i'll take a nap.

tweet

Once again, after almost 2 years, I am back here in Nine Mile Ride, Wokingham.

You don't realise the cold once it kinda... sets in. I wore a tee and pants after a shower and felt alright... Until after about half an hour. Had to get a sweater and wore a pair of socks.

So after about 23 hours of prolly the worst damn flight ever, i'm finally here.

Before it landed at Heathrow, the landing was delayed by an hour cos of high traffic. Our plane while waiting went 2 circles, then 2 figure 8s before finally fucking landing. Everyone in the plane was so sick of just going round and round.

As it descended it was interesting the stuff I got to see. The London Eye, Big Ben, Thames River, all sorts of interesting looking houses, flower fields, horses, so I guess this trip might not be so bad after all. Once I recover from the jet-lag and flight and get used to the crazy weather i'll go out abit more. Will visit the nearby vet too, my aunt and uncle have both been talking to him, telling him about me wanting to become a vet.

Hmm this is interesting. It's about 9pmish here now and its 4am in sg. I normally sleep at about 4am. I guess there's not much difference then. Ok mad tired, gonna sleep now. Maybe i'll update proper tomorrow.

Love from the UK :D

oh my god

These six hours feel like an eternity. And now a hole has magically appeared in my skirt. Fucking shitty ass mango. I'm sharing some of Aresha's arse luck. Shoulda worn pants.

I want to sleep.... Was trying to watch a movie on the lappie but I just kept nodding off in the cafe, despite the fact my stuff could just get snatched very easily. So I got out of there, went to the toilet and wandered around abit afterwards.

I want to fly first class one day. Fuck man, it looks so awesome.

Is everyone having a shiok labour day? I'm not.

dubai yairport

Ahhh so super fuck bored.

I made a friend on the plane but when she went to buy meds, while I bought eyeliner..... I lost her.

The airport's full of seedy strange men giving me strange looks. So it sucks not to have someone here to keep my attention.

A Nigerian man started talking to me on the plane. The most painful 15 mins of my life I think, cos he was so annoying.

"When you wake up in the morning, after you brush your teeth, you don't pray to GOD?"

"Um... No..."

"Hahaha... I find you very very funny"

Gave him a fake number. So sorry Mon yet again i didn't use the opportunity to give your number instead. But I wouldn't wanna mess with this guy also, he looked damn gangsta.

The genius that I am forgot to bring my god damn charger during this fucking 6 hour stopover. FUCKING stupid. I will be bored as hell after the 3 hours are up.

During the flight I watch Ratatouille tho. I think one of the major reasons why I didn't wanna leave was cos.... I'll miss my ratties so much. Stupid cute fuckers. Especially Rasputin and his spastic behaviour. Lord, I hope something makes this trip better. I really feel like unbelievable amounts of shit.

The airport staff here aren't as good-looking as before.

I wanna go hoooome. But then again, the more I psycho myself into thinking this trip will suck, it will. So since i'm here I might as well enjoy it. Well at least until after this god damn mother of a stopover.

for some reason i don't feel like leaving

I know, I know, I could give you 5 names in 2 seconds of people who'd slap me for saying that.

Don't know why la.

It's not anyone in particular.

Maybe it's just the fact that I could possibly be using up all my savings just for this trip. It's not much but here it could go a reasonably long way.

No money, no suitcase, ugh this sucks.

I just like.... want one more night of happy fun, with close friends, booze, the sea breeze.

Maybe it's not so much me leaving now... But just a preview of how it could feel like next year.

This is a preview of me, leaving, coz the next time around it'll be for 5 years.

Will I come back?

I hate this godforsaken country, but my friends - the people that have stuck around through the deepest shit - I love them like family. I always believed in having friends till you're grey-haired and wrinkly.

Well at least Yigang said he'll come live with me should I ever move to the UK. That's a start. :D

2 more days!

Yay

Signed up for BTT also, I can't believe I waited this long. It takes hella long to get your license. I'm in no rush, but it would be quite handy.

Am gonna take a nap now. I feel like someone dropped a rock on my head in my sleep.

Just to take note : Coldplay's fourth album will be out June 16th! VIVA LA VIDA! Apparently it was produced by Dr Dre - don't know if its true or not, but even the album artwork doesn't look very Coldplay.
























Still.... 16th June! Just thinking about it gives me the jitters.

KUTUHEADZ

Question: Is the presence of lice a sign of poor personal hygiene?

Answer: No, head lice seem to prefer a clean scalp; and otherwise show no particular preference for a human host's sex, race, age or socio-economic status.


..........

What if they did have a preference?

"Sorry, I don't DO homeless people." *waves a lousey claw*

No I don't have kutus.... but... SOMEONE DOES.....

please buy microphones

Damn it, rapidshare. Damn you, runny nose.

I have a thing for cleaning my ratty's cages in the middle of the night. Strange kicks I get.

So, preps for the trip are underway. Am currently short on the moolah so I need to spend much, much less. Maybe just a regular manicure instead of the french one. Bought my bag and skirt yesterday with Yigang and Aresha. When The Lawn first opened, Yigang asked me to go with him and check it out. It was a good year ago I think. Actually more.

Everything was holy expensive. I mean, I do occasionally make that backside-tearing splurge but I didn't really see anything I liked, until I saw a bag. A striped green yellow maroon sling bag with DA embroidered on the flap. It was the only thing I wanted to buy, and it was only $70 at the time which probably was a steal. Since it was green, I thought hey wow a bag that I could use for school (coz TPJC's colour is green hurrr) but chose not to buy it later.

I thought buying stuff JUST for two years of school was a bit redundant. Stuff meaning bags, shoes etc apart from the compulsory school shoes but everything I bought wasn't specially for school. I could use them anywhere anytime and I thought this particular bag might not fit that bill.

Kinda shot myself in the foot by buying that bag yesterday :D

Yesterday, I saw it chucked in a plastic box in a room away from the female section upstairs, with all the other sales items in a room with all the lights shut off. Only found it after much digging around. They had jacked the price up to $100, and it was half off, so I bought it for the UK trip. Well not JUST for the trip but for everything else as well.

But I don't think i'll be handcarrying it on the plane. I might just grab one of the old Tatanka haversacks in the cupboard. As unglamorous as it looks, a sling bag is heavy as fucking hell with a 2.2kg lappie + DSLR, what more all my other bits and bobs I need to bring along.

I want to make sure my trip is as satisfying as possible. The previous one was alright, could definitely have been better if I had more time. Now I do, so.... I just hope the weather is on my side. I'll have to make a list of places I want to go.

I think Stonehenge is quite mystifying. I'd really like to go, but I have a feeling i'll be disappointed and might've wasted a fair amount of pounds x3 into SGD. Can't wait to hit the flea markets! You can actually find QUALITY shite there, unlike the flea markets here. That is if I find them. Damn you, London and your strong currency.

Some quality alone time will do me some good too. Need the time to think, reflect on things that have happened over the past couple of months.

There's no reason for me to be afraid of being in a relationship, yet... I just can't bring myself to be in one. To be able to just do whatever with whoever, without worrying about hurting anyone's feelings (ok this sentence sounds kinda wrong) is something i've grown used to for the last 2 years. But you get what I mean right.

So now, have I not had enough? Technically, I should be ready to just go with it right. But something just doesn't feel right. I've dated around, tested the water if you'd like to put it, and I feel like this one could just be another.... Its harsh but he has yet to really come across as that one i'd like to put effort into.

Bleh I want to just fuck off on a plane now. Too bad it's another WEEK. I've only ever been on a plane alone once. The trip home from the UK, the flight that I missed initially due to a power failure on the train tracks, the one I sprained my neck on. Gah.

I'll blog during the Dubai stopover. I have three hours to do absolutely fuckall. Maybe buy some cookies with the 10 dirhams that have been rotting in my wallet since 2006. Hrm.

Tomorrow's a full day. Need to do some shite at the bank, cut my hair, check up on my tuition kid's cat + give tuition, so at least that'd spell the end of rotting at home, sick.

fuck the flu

Been down with the sickness since Saturday night. Also, I have a newfound hatred for pink polo tees.

I just don't like themmmm.

Also, when I go to the UK for 3 weeks I will be missing my ratties like crazy. Rasputin has been adorable the past couple of days. Stalin's still quite anti-social although he seems to want to follow Rasputin everywhere he goes. Monkey see monkey do. Rasputin also has a penchant to explore every single corner of the room, including the cupboards and window sills.

He now knows how to access any part of the room if - the cupboards aren't closed properly and when I leave things on the shelves for him to climb. My room's not exactly rat-proof so it does get a bit frustrating, but all it takes to get him out of his little hiding places is just the crackle of the plastic package that the little kitten health pellets come in.

He goes absolutely WHACKO for those little pellets, like a ratty on crack.

So this flu right, has me waking up in the middle of the night hacking phlegm and massasging my head from a splitting headache. I woke up at about 6am this morning simply from discomfort.

Tomorrow the WO girlies have plans to hit the beach. If I haven't at least 80% recovered i'll have to give it a miss, and continue having the disgusting tan lines from the air show in FEBRUARY. No joke. 2 hours of sitting in the sun really burned into my skin, you can still see the shape of my tank top up till now. It's horrible.

Have been downloading close to 30 episodes of Samurai X since 2 days ago. The secret is... Rapidshare! And a paid account is absolutely necessary. Movies take less than half a day to download, it's amazing.

Okay my eyes are starting to ache. God damn this flu.

hello world, this is stalin

Depending on your computer, this pic may be too dark. So too bad then.
























Crappy photos coz I was just plain tired. Will take better ones soon.

Apparently he's 4 weeks old, but I think he's younger. Rasputin hasn't shown any signs of aggression, which is great, but he isn't showing much signs of interest either.

Stalin on the other hand, keeps trying to crawl under Rasputin's belly. Really makes me think he's not 4 weeks old :/

Rasputin's a platinum/grey hooded rat, and Stalin is a beige hooded rat, but he looks a bit more Dumbo.

Dumbo meaning a rat breed, not the derogatory term. Dumbo rats tend to have a rounder dolphin-like forehead, unlike regular hooded rats that just have a slant, straight forehead. But we won't be able to really tell until he grows a little. He's terrified of people, tho I just got him yesterday night. He'll take awhile and in the meantime i'll get him adjusted to Rasputin.

I need to start sourcing for a big-ass cage to house both rattys, wahhh backside tear :(

On to other things.

I don't think I blogged about last last week's BBQ for my birthday! It was great la, in every way possible. Just my closest friends laughing and talking cock, eating and playing the Wii.

Initially I was nay close to just cancelling it because sometimes my family can really test my patience. I was so lost as to how to prepare all the food that I called Maya bawling like a retard. The woman is my saviour I swear, without her I think I really would've just cancelled.

Was simple, playing like 1 game of twister before we got distracted by Wario on the Wii haha. That game is pure hilarity, and probably the one reason why anyone should buy a Wii.

Maya's chocolate cheesecake was beyond amazing, and it was finished by the end of the night. The last few slices were pounced on by my cousins and Aunty Gogi when they came back from a party. Ernie came later with even more cake from Secret Recipe, which my family happily devoured over the course of the following 3 days, save for 1 which I stuck two unlit candles on and served to Yigang the following Monday morning cause it was his 20th!

Iggy! No longer a teenager. You have no more excuses! Haha!

Yigang has been coming over almost everyday the past few weeks for work. But I swear, the home environment is totally inconducive for this kinda work. The lethargy that comes with the weather, after lunch, then lounging on the sofa with the TV on till we almost drift into a full-blown nap has occured one too many times.

I haven't visited the vet since weeeeks ago. I feel bad about it, but I will go back next week. This week the boy is booking out early, and also I want to buy some things for the trip.

For the last 2 weeks Aunty Gogi, David and Aniek have desecrated my room. Okay la that's a bit extreme but stomping on my stuffed toys? Leaving bits of food in weird places? I can't even find some of my stuff. But that aside, having them around was, although a headache and a half, enjoyable because they were not as bratty as before.

Still pretty bratty but it wasn't hard to sort them out. Sometimes they'll put on their atas English ang moh airs but we tried to open their eyes as much as possible while they were here.

They left just a few hours ago, and should be somewhere between India and here by now, i'm not entirely sure how far the last 3 hours would've taken them.

Am now back in my own room, in my own space doing my own thing. I think this is best for a healthy sister-sister relationship. Hmm.

1 day less than 2 weeks till me in the UK. Kinda surreal, going there alone. But I think i'll be okay, maybe befriend a random in the plane/train/bus. Aresha was shocked when I told her I don't have friends in the UK.

Is it really shocking? I mean... no one I know has yet to go there to study, even then they'll only be there September. And apart from Amit and Jason (A Sides), there aren't any other DNB artistes that I got to know well enough to really meet up with them while i'm there.

In this gap year I need to travel. A lot. Should make a list. Now.

Cambodia again, of course
Thailand, one of those cool islands Aresha's been to like Koh Samui or Koh Phangan
Batam, with the girlies
Bali, because it's just so beautiful but I heard since I was last there it's been overrun with chao ang mohs urgh

Japan, whoa dream big
KL, because the boy wants to

It's strange, apart from Japan I wouldn't really think of going anywhere new. I need a decent paying job when I get back from the UK. It'll be like 'okay reality check girly, you need a JOB job.'

No more brainless waitressing and misc jobs. Its the real deal, well at least for a good 8 months. The prospects of full-time tuition look very naisee...

I should consider an ad in the Classifieds with some decepticon of a description like.... straight 'A' Level Distinctions Student (with bad grammar, but it's Singapore where 'native English speakers' come from the USA or the UK where people can't even fucking spell for fuck's sake okstop), reasonable rates offering 'O' Level Biology, Chemistry, E Math, English blah dee dah.. Reasonably attractive.. Ok wait it's tuition i'm offering.

Now i'm reminded of that Sufiah Yusof woman (this isn't to say i'm likening myself to a genius, or a hot hooker). The sad case of a child genius turned prostitute. Then again, people will argue as to who am I to judge her choices in life, as long as she's happy? Tho this is true, Sufiah is really putting it out there and glossing over the ugly details, who's to determine the effect of this on impressionable young girls? At 14 when I was a wayward monkey, if I read something like that I would be wondering eh eh.... If life's so easy for her then.... etc.

Branding prostitution to be something so lucrative, it could be, but not for everyone.

Most of my sentence structures are directly out of my head. So in a nutshell, i'm having a discussion with myself.

But hey, this totally proves my point from before that geniuses confirm got a screw loose somewhere, some wiring in the brain gone wrong. Haha! Totally subjective, but it's an extremely amusing observation.

I need to pee now, so I might as well wrap this up. There's a mighty crack in the toilet seat in the bathroom, and I need to take extra care when sitting my ass down on it, should the crack (pun hurr) open and kiap my bum.

Yes, ouch.

No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms

So, everyone.

I have finally made the decision to buy a new ratty. Male, coz I don't want to castrate Rasputin, I don't want to take the risk. If they don't get along then no choice, i'll have to perpetually separate the two. Still at least Rasputin will have a friend.








































At least a smaller friend than Dog. Dog scares the living daylights out of Rasputin.

But Dog'll never bite or try to eat Rasputin, she acknowledges another living thing. Just like Rasputin will never bite fingers because he knows its skin.

I need to buy more ratty toys..

The new rat has been christened the name Stalin, by Yigang. Haha but we must see if the name suits him or not.

Gah. Money supply's depleting. I have no idea how i'm gonna save up at least 300pounds for the UK trip. But the new ratty's worth it at least.

on a brighter note

I got into vet school.

University of Melbourne. It's all yay yippee hooray but now the real problem is the moolah.

We have no moolah.

So how?

Die lah. :)