Wednesday, November 23, 2005

My 7 year old rabbit, the one who crawls but never hop, passed away last night.



I think it passed away quite a long while before we discovered, because when I prod him he was like stiff and cold. My sister then prepared a coffin of some sort den lift him up. He was like in a state of being Petrified because even when we lift him up he was in that on-fours position.

I went to bury him in Yishun park today with my sis, armed with a tiny spade. I knew, from past experience of digging worms that it will take a very long time. We found a fairly remote place to dig and was digging for a good half an hour. For the past half an hour, we endured curious stares from joggers and a bunch of kids doing scavenger hunt.

Everything was going quite well, except for a few gnared roots here and there. Then, this auntie, this lousy piece of shit jogs over and gives us a really really suspicious stare. I was already sending brainwaves of No-i-am-not-burying-any-body-parts over to her den she jogs away to a bangladesh worker sweeping the floor rather far away. She signals, with a horrified look on her face that someone is digging a hole way up there.

The bangla decided to check it out. He threw his broom suavely(as suave as how a bangla can ever be) down on the floor and strides to us to take a closer look. Holy shit! I inform my sis who was still digging fervently. My sis takes a peek over her back and then ask me to run for my life as the bangla is running towards us. I did not even dare to turn back and look. We just ran and ran, out of Yishun Park with the coffin in my hands, and a spade in my sister's hands.

My sister kept swearing at that busybody auntie and screamed loudly at her once we were out of reach from the bangla. It is inevitable that she's angry because she already spent 30 minutes digging. In the end, we regret to inform everyone we have no other choice but to throw it in the big garbage bin after my sister mouthed a tearful goodbye.

To think about it now, its kinda funny when u see 2 girls standing beside the rubbish chute for like 5 minutes. But luckily, there was no bangla to chase us away. My sister was already very unnerved by the surprise turn of events, which is the bangla chasing part that I really think she will murder the next bangla that comes our way.

After the 'burying' procession of Gigi, our beloved rabbit, I accompanied my sister to dye her hair.



I think the dyeing was not bad. Its cheap! $80 for haircut, 2tone dye and spa treatment. I spent 4 freaking hours there with her. Someone give me a Best Sister Award.

Oh ya, now I want to haolian my Abercrombie jacket..This is how I will look when I am in Oz studying.. Forgive me for that pose and stupid smile..i juz wanna portray how prancy I will behanve there..which is a little idiotic, now tht I have seen the picture..



Aww, You have to admit that jacket is sweet looking. Worthy buy afterall!!