my escapade.

i've been busy with the 5 day attachment. we'll get to see surgeries of different level as days goes by. interesting i can say. somehow i feel cold hearted when i'm there. i dun really have the compassion to feel anything for animals being put down. am i really heartless alr? i wonder. i've witnessed 2 so far, a bat& a cat. somehow for the cat i really feel cold hearted. i dun feel anything after witnessing it being put down& bagged. i think i'm immune to it.

everyday for this week seems to be a routine. especially with monstie& guiness around. knock off at 6, bus then walk home. reach home, rot for 5 mins, feed them, clean their pen, wait for them to poo, play for a while, watch tv, wait for dinner then finally i can rest. i'll take an hour to clean them up every evening. it's so much commitment. so tiring. but they're cute. heh. i've yet to take picture of them. lazy to. everytime i see them, they're always in a mess. my goodness. just a look at their pen, i'll lose all my mood, i'll automatically become a maid. sometimes i try to ignore, but they're play fights get louder& louder& louder. but, they're still so cute.

i think moving on is a better choice. routine made me forget about stuff. but when things quiten down, i'll start thinking. but it's all over. god make some good bf drop from the sky.

ok. i'll go rot for a while before feeding the 2 rascals& cleaning them up. :D