Tuesday, August 28, 2007

it's so irritating to have something nagging at you, and you cant put your finger on what it is exactly that you forgot.

anyway. until i remember what it is, i was looking through some photos of the dogs/cats/rabbit and i saw these damn cute photos!

Strudel is hugging Junior and sleeping! and Junior doesnt look like he minds it. :D

Cadbury is kissing Junior and Junior looks shocked.

Peipei and Cracker doesnt have much cute photos. Peipei is too old to act cute and Cracker.....err.....

haha nothing he does is cute. [Claudia Ang is gonna kill me.]

okok i shall dig some photos of Cracker out by hook or by crook lah. so poor thing, forever being ostracized. :p

Peipei and Cracker staring at the hamster [who is already dead] hungrily.

this is my favourite photo of Junior. he looks so unwilling can.

sorry, couldnt resist. this was when Cadbury was still young. now he's like much bigger than Junior.

how, i ask you, how can anyone even bear to complain against such animals and have the thought of getting them taken away and put down? Maxine Ang says she is gonna sue the fucker who complained. and the HDB guy still hasnt come yet. which is good.

oh and we've already changed the route of the dogs' walk and there are still urine stains everywhere can. i bet the fucker would just say that we changed the timing so that no one can catch us and the urine stains still belong to Peipei and Cracker and Junior. whatever lah!

i think i tried kicking too many high balls yesterday. today my left leg feels so weak, cos when you kick high balls you put a lot of weight on your left leg for support. oh no i'm getting OLD lah. first, rheumatism in my right ankle, shin splints, and now just try kicking a few high balls only leg weak. tsk. i wont be surprised if i wake up one day with a head full of white hair and a face full of wrinkles. Dina laughed at me today cos she saw me fall yesterday.

Mother Ang keeps getting worried that i'd get gout like Father Ang frm playing soccer. Father Ang was a midfielder, can you believe it?? and he got kicked and so now he has gout. i always thought his gout was frm smoking and drinking too much. and that day, when we were at Botak Jones having dinner, Father Ang went, "there's a match tonight, at 10.55."

and i went," really? Arsenal??"

and he said some other teams' names that i dont remember and dont really care.

and i found at that my Walcott got injured during the Blackburn match! gr didnt finish watching that match, if not i'd be cursing away at the Blackburn player who dared to injure my Walcott.

and Mother Ang went, "you dont have a son to enjoy soccer with you, you got a daughter to enjoy soccer with you."

HA.

sidetracking, i still havent recalled what i wanted to blog abt in the first place. gah just forget it.