$45. includes bath, nail clipping, ear cleaning, trimming, shaving and overall grooming.
The poor rabbit /estastic rabbit . traumatic about the bath yet enjoying the attention of grooming.
didnt help that i laughed my head off at the sight of her.

anyway, after so many years, her sex is finally confirmed. yes what a terrible owner i am not to know her sex till only a while back.

she's turning 4 this year. she was so tiny then. and now? sigh. she got laughed at by the groomer due to her monstrous size. although, i may add defiantly, round and fat is definitely cuter than sleek and slim. for rabbits anyway.

so i came home today to clean my room. massive clean. i was on my knees scrubbing away and today, i realised the wonders of bleach.

i want to do up my room! i didnt know town council will come cart away your furniture for free.
all i need to do is get rid of the furniture i dont want ( esp the stupid bulk cupboard with no clothes inside ), buy a (much ) bigger bookshelf, a double bed ( though i doubt my room has the space ), and im good to go.

yippee.

sometimes, i think i'm just bidding my time.
because i know there is more ahead, and i'm just working steadily towards it.

ive come to realise that home is not a place, but a feeling. why else would i sometimes feel home is a hotel room whenever there are any weekend getaways?
i think it's a feeling that the place is mine, albeit temporary.

ive got lots of ideas about how my dream house would be.
and i shall live it.

ive got lots of scathing remarks to say to you. but i promised someone i wldnt blow it up.
but i'm going to be ( if i arent already ) going to be more successful than you.
and that isnt only in terms of material wise. you moan about not having genuine friends, and suddenly you lost one.

and you, i dont want to listen anymore. i would say more, but i promised another i wouldnt blow it up as well.

and you, it happened sometime back and i also promised i wouldnt blow it up. but i would really love to punch you in the face.

what a lot of promises i made.
and what an angsty person i am today.

but that, was therapeutic.

i read my sweetie's blog and i'm totally jealous of the romantic date. hotel, vip treatment, concert. and her favourite singer too!
i remember how mich and i used to call michael buble michael bloop bloop....

some scars run so deep, they become a part of you, and you wouldnt be the same without them.
and some of them are a reflection of your most intimate and personal encounters, it marks a path once taken which went wrong.
For every right decision you make for someone, it will be a wrong one for someone else.
that's just the cycle of life.

the efforts are looking to pay off. referrals are coming in. 'fast and furious' i said in a moment of excitement. but of course, not there yet, but definitely in the race.

i think the most rewarding part is when your clients remember you, and they think you're good enough to be recommended. yippee.