I've been noticing that my hamster' been looking a bit rotund lately. more like, extremely rotund, and sluggish, and it just keeps on sleeping, which isn't very usual.

initially i thought hoho, maybe its the natural competition of having another hamster in the cage that's causing it to grow larger in size. a catalyst reaction or something.

its only one day when i saw it peacefully sleeping there and that bloody little black hamster humping away behind her that it occurred to me.

FOOK! the little bastard is RAPING my hamster. ROAR! *brings out the knives and cutlery*

it's never never never occurred to me before.

of coz i know hamster procreate and have sex all the time. that explains why i have this little black guy at my house in the first place - my cousin's hamster family has a new litter like every 2 months.

but i just didn't think it possible because the black guy is just a bloody kid, only half the white one's size, and a fifth its age. its like having a friend's 12 year old kid stay at your house, and you let him share the same room as your daughter coz he's a freaking 12 year old, and then he hits your daughter up.

damn.

On thurs i came back early from work, to find the house empty. "i wonder if they're out for dinner", i thought, as i hadn't been coming back before 8pm for a while, and am unsure of their recent dinner schedules.

so i called my dad, and asked him where they were having dinner.

"at the hospital" was his reply.

omg. i suddenly felt really guilty about my euphoria and wondered which aunt or uncle it was. "oh no, who's there?!"

"me" came the sheepish reply. "eh, your mom would tell you about it when she gets home, hahahaha..."

well, all the emo stuff aside.

the minute my mum walked through the door she said "we need to get your dad's car from the doc's, or we'll get fined"

%$*@

i never understood why we have to pay for putting our property somewhere. i know there's an argument for it, and some very sensible reasoning but right about now, parking fines seem like the darnest thing in modern society to me.

my mom had never driven an auto car before.

i have an auto license (yay me) but its been 4 years since i last got behind a wheel, and i'd never even started a car before, nor parked a car without those lines and triangles and cones drawn all over the place.

so we had to get my trusty uncle to drive down, pull our car out of the narrow parking lot, give my mum a quick run-down on how to drive an auto car, and drive behind as my mum crawled the car from the doc's to sweet sweet home.

i swear, that was the scariest thing i'd ever done in my life. i thought i was going to have a heart seizure. half the time it felt like we were in the middle of two lanes, and the car was swaying left and right like some drunken lord was at the wheel, and i kept waiting for that sickening 'scrunch' or 'screeeeee' sound of scratching another car or the curb. brrrr.

at least that's over and done with.

and for Fri and Sat i spent the day at the hospital listening to my dad rave about stamps and explaining why each of the other 5 patients in the ward were there.

basically, mutton is evil. evil evil evil. if you eat mutton everyday you'll get clogged arteries and some heart thingy.

and everytime when i come back from the hospital i just feel so so tired, like i'd been sniffing sleeping gas or some soothing agent circulating through the hospital vents. or maybe there are ghouls in the world and they planted some life-force-sucking device in the hospitals, and they are selling these bottled essence-of-life-force on the ghoul market, because this isn't normal, man! there's something extremely fishy! why do we feel tired in hospitals?

i really wonder how doctors keep themselves awake all the time. zzz.

all that aside, my dad's safely out of the hospital now and no, they still can't find what's wrong with him. i doubt its anything serious, although i would still like to personally stab pins into all those client smokers who were breathing second-hand smoke in his presence and wish them an early de***. (haha, what was that? nyahahahaha)

sigh but it just hit me how very short and fragile life is, and how old my parents were getting. i'm getting on in years as well. and the sad thing is i'm probably going to die way earlier then my parents do due to my irregular eating habits and non-existent exercise regime and horrible sleeping hours. (heart palpitations? difficulty breathing? fainting spells? been there, done that. i'd even fainted in the mrt station the year before nyahahaha. i'm gonna die before i turn 30.)

and i think shit, i'd better take better care of myself, coz its not just my well-being that's hanging in the balance here.

somehow for no reason at all, we decided to go play badminton after work today at kampong ubi. i know. its wednesday, so its pretty weird. and the impromptu organizer came down with a cold just this morning so he couldn't come.

the funniest thing was, we almost couldn't play because the system had some error, and ended up double-booking the court. when we reached there was a club of people there, but somehow there was some negotiation with the gen office people, and the club left in a huff. i feel really bad, but oh well~

We had 3 guys and 2 girls. with the exception of my father and cousins, this is my first time playing with guys. it is freaking exhausting and i feel like a dundering idiot all the time. i can't even return 2 volleys as they're really good- i can't even see the ball at times. i really really want to brush up my badminton and become good. let's go book badminton courts~! RAWGH~

just an update on my father - he's got 3 clogged arteries, and would be having an operation in may. i don't think he'll be playing badminton anymore, which is a pity.

i really need to get a new motherboard for my spoilt comp so we may go online at the same time - my dad needs a new hobby.

i am so so so tired. i can't wait for the weekends to come... i am SO going to die on my bed and not get up.

as usual work is a horrendous mess with all the system bugs and liaison with people 8 hours behind, and the intern not being able to log on so i have to do his share of the work... by the end of the day i missed something small out again but i'm really way beyond caring.

just want to zzz and mouse-hunt and read manga and watch my net asset value plummet and burn into nothingness.

something to increase the pressure on life: we have a company policy now to keep track of who made what errors when, and disciplinary action would be taken against people with lotsa mistakes.

i'm gonna be seeing my name on the list. oh man oh man.

I NEED A VACATION. THAT DOESN'T NEED MONEY.

and yay, my dad's operation's brought forward to the coming monday.

Where's my ONE PIECE for the week? *dies*

Suffering horribly from ONE PIECE addiction. The last update was April 9th. Its been 2 weeks... 2 weeks... *gasp gasp* i've never gone without an update for so long before...

i've been scouring the different directories for updates... in the end i ended up digging through youtube zoro videos, reading the past chapters, doing one piece quizzes, memorizing the guide book - but its not helping. *starts biting the finger nails and convulsing and cold sweating*

I WANT ZORO! ONE PIECE!

In a random fruitless attempt at distracting myself I'm now downloading this turn-based mmorpg Atlantica. 7 more hours to go. The art's fantastic, and I love the mercs.

i love wednesdays.

mondays are great, coz there's a high chance we may get off work early, but in the horrible event that something screws up, its a huge damper when we get off work at the usual time.

tuesdays moderately nice, coz you know you survived monday.

wednesdays are fantastic, coz you know you're halfway through, and its only one more day to friday, the dress-down day!

thursdays are great, coz you know tomorrow's friday.

fridays are great, coz its dress-down~ but u feel a little down coz by the time you get off work, you can only go straight home.

to sum it up, i love wednesdays.

i think i'm well on my way to workaholism, coz when i looked up from my work today - due to hunger - i realized it was already 9pm. i just OT-ed without meaning to, and to be honest, if i weren't hungry, i was really tempted to stick on and complete my stuff.

my team manager said 'do you have no home to go back to?!' i take that as a compliment mwahahaha.

and a client is visiting tomorrow so there's a clean-desk policy for tomorrow - only. i just chucked all my stuffs into the drawers. i chucked my colleague's stuffs in his drawer - and when there's no space, deep deep in the shadows of his desk. thank goodness we'd only been at work 9 months, else we'll have to sneak our files and papers into the pantry and hide them in the cabinets under the kitchen sink. i shudder to think of what's to come a few years down the line.

on another note, i wanna go for this thingy on sat~! http://www.ignite.org.sg/payment.html