And many of you thought that...

Sunday, June 28, 2009

... the most embarrassing thing to happen to me recently was when I drank the Coke without realising that Des was already using the can drink as an ash-tray.

That was no way in the ranking, okay?

Embarrassing is when people witnessed it.

Like.. on a very beautiful Friday when everyone's spirits are naturally high even despite being on the way to work.

As I was going down the stairs I realised my train had already reached and was about to start beeping away to signal that the doors were going to close.

I rushed in and promptly turned around just as the MRT doors started closing.

It knocked my head as it closed.

Yes.

Didn't hurt one bit. Maybe it had to do with the smart design of the rubbers at the corner of the door.

But the amount of paiseh-ness that followed was excruciating.

Thankfully I got off at the very next stop, Novena. I walked out and never looked back.

Tomorrow is Monday and I'm going to board at another door, as well as change my hairstyle and my bag so no one gets to recognise me in any way.

I hate Mondays.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:20 pm

A Series of Unfortunate Food Flavours

Monday, June 22, 2009

This is blardy suay beyond suay.

Des and I had lunch the other day with Fang, Silie and Candy.

Because we needed some small change to settle the payment (since Silie paid on our behalf first), we decided to all buy some ice cream to break up the $50 note.

Cindy, Cindy, Cindy. If you are re-reading this post 10 years down the road, remember that even very yummy ice cream can go wrong!

I told myself, ice cream leh! Probably one of the best foods in the world. What can go wrong, right?

RIGHT!

So I saw this new blardy flavour available.

It was called Sea Salt and Caramel.

Sounds delicious, I thought. I don't know why but after reading the word 'Sea Salt', I kept salivating non-stop. I find myself having to swallow my saliva much more often and then decided, what the hell, just try lah.

Bad idea.

It was refreshing at first. You know, salty ice cream. It was salty yet cold. Add on the very nice caramel aroma and it was delicious.

But the more I ate, the more the saltiness became overwhelming. I find myself forcing down the ice cream instead.

I learnt a lesson from this; if you eat something you don't really like, especially if it is something really salty, your blood pressure actually rises and you get a weird sort of headache; the epitome of sian-ness.

If you think it sounds disgusting enough and foodstuff probably can't any worse; picture this.

Des and I having drinks at the kopitiam. Being a *ahem* gentleman that he is, he gallantly poured the Coke Zero for me from the can, into the cup of ice.

I was halfway through finishing the drink when I picked up the can and swirled it around abit, seeing if there were anymore left inside.

There was. I felt the weight and could feel the remaining liquid, so I emptied the contents directly into my cup.

It was a few sips after that that I could not help but realise the Coke Zero was tasting funny.

I told Des to try it out for himself because I am very sure that the Coke Zero was tasting funny.

The fella replied me after a few mouthfuls "Tastes just like Coke Zero what.. Sucky taste."

I pressed the top of the straw to create pressure so that a portion of the drink gets 'sucked' into the straw and stayed there.

I peered at it until I became cross-eyed and noticed distinctive pieces of CIGARETTE ASH floating around in it. That was when Des asked if I poured from the can into my drink, because he was already using it as an ASH TRAY.








Fantastic.

Coke Zero, freaking Cigarette Ash flavoured.

Come try one today!

!@#$%

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 4:59 pm

I Had A Dream...

Thursday, June 18, 2009

This was hilarious.

I fell into a difficult nap. You know what? I realised that if I want to sleep in the afternoon, I HAVE to sleep in my parents room! It is only then that I can drift off to sleep.

Maybe because I need my mother's voice while she talks to herself, though I have to admit sometimes she is actually nagging at me (hopes Mummy doesn't read this particular entry). Or just.. I don't know. Nice bedsheets.. or even the smell of silkworm's crap!

Yes! They bought their pillows all the way from China and it has this silkworm crap thing sewn into it, the smell of which is supposed to help you sleep better!!!

In case you are disgusted, I can assure you that silkworm crap actually smells more like very nice tea leaves. It doesn't smell like crap AT ALL. Probably has to do with their diet. Silkworms.. I think they feed on mulberry leaves only or something right? I mean, for those that are raised and reared in man-made conditions.

So on a very pleasant Tuesday evening, I dreamt of Ah Gong :)

Super short dream because my Dad woke me up and asked me to go eat dinner.

In the dream I was standing at the staircase landing between the 1st and 2nd floor. Ah Gong was squatting in his usual place at the bottom of the stairs with his trademark red cigarette casing in one hand.

Yes. Ah Gong LOVES to squat. I think it runs in the family (along with Violence, but that's another funny story that happened during the funeral that I shall relate some other time). Squatting is a good and clean way to relax your legs when you have walked alot. I say clean because your butt doesn't need to be dirtied since you don't need to sit down on the floor when you squat (unless you fall down!).

We realised the advantages of squatting when we ran out of space to sit on the crowded train in Bangkok and so all of us squatted down and marveled at how comfortable it actually is.

The bad thing about Ah Gong squatting is that when he squats, YOU CANNOT SEE HIM.

Ah Gong is a rather tall guy. But once he squats, you won't even be able to find him even if you stood on a chair.

This has happened on numerous occasions when we went on family holidays. Close to 15 of us and yet none can find Ah Gong in the crowd whenever he squats down. But no issue; we figured out a solution quick enough.

The only way to find him is not to find the highest point of the place, stand on it and look out. It was to squat down and turn 360 degrees. You will be bound to find an old man in a baggy white formal shirt, dark blue pants and gold-rim glasses.

And when you do so, you quickly get up to your feet and run in that direction, all the while yelling out to the other family members who are looking for him that you have found Ah Gong already.

Now that I've mentioned Ah Gong's glasses. The last time Ah Gong made glasses was at the Nanyang Optical shop in Serangoon Central area. It was very funny. He has this THING for Gold spectacles. Most people his age probably likes gold stuff, I guess. Cos got classsssssss...

We took a long time to choose. The poor sales person also introduced to him frame after frame after frame. He liked none. Finally he took one from the shelf behind the counter and showed it to Ah Gong. Ah Gong fell in love with it instantly and told us in a cheerful voice that he wants it.

Of course, my parents agreed.

But all of our eyeballs (except Ah Gong's cos he didn't understand English,) almost popped out of their sockets when we were told that the frame itself costs around $400-500. After all, the pair of glasses looked like it had been with the shop for decades and no one wanted to buy it!

"Why?" My mum asked indignantly.

I was turning the frame over with both my hands trying to figure out whether is it covered with a super thick gold-plating or something and realised...

It was a pair of Yves Saint Laurent spectacle frame. . .

Eventually we had it made since Ah Gong only had eyes for that particular pair.

And I can't believe I talked so much and yet haven't even started on the dream yet!

Sorry! Okay, back to the dream. So I was of course shocked to see him squatting there. And he was shouting for the maid and saying "Kopi! Kopi! Kopi sekit!"

Okay, I don't know if I got my Malay word spelling correct or not. Sekit is supposed to mean 'little'.

Because coffee actually increases your heartbeat rate, which makes it more difficult for him to breathe when he is already panting as it is, so he could only drink a quarter cup of coffee during each serving. It was impossible to get him to stpo drinking coffee altogether (just like smoking).

Sidenote: Please quit smoking while you still can. Don't wait until you are too old and overtly dependent!

So he always asks for 'Kopi sekit'.

And there he was, as real as.. as real as.. while he was so real. Squatting down there, and as he shouted for his coffee, he was even making the hand sign of 'little bit' using his thumb and index finger. I don't know if you can get what I mean.

Most of all, he was wearing this particular pants that I haven't seen him wear for a really long time. I think since we moved from Boon Teck Tower, I haven't seen him wore that pair of pants.

It was a funny pair of pants. It was like Rose Gold in colour. Those that look like silk and semi-reflects light. And it is so girly because it has repeated patterns of flowers on it. I think Ah Ma wanted to make it into a bedsheet or pillow cover and then had some excess left so she made it into a pair of long pants for Ah Gong to wear it at home.

I asked him in Hokkien "Ah Gong, what you want? You want coffee?"

He looked at me and then said "Yes! Yes! Just abit! Abit can already."

I then realised everyone else at home then was totally ignoring him.

I pointed at him with a shivering finger and shouted out to my parents who were in their bedroom. "Don't you see him? Can't you see him? He's shouting for coffee!!" At this point my Dad heard me and although I didn't specify who the 'him' was, the look on his face told me he knew who I was referring to.

And then in REAL LIFE.. My Dad woke me up to go eat dinner :(

It happened to be the 7th day too. Chinese believes that the soul returns on the 7th day to the house and will visit the parts of the house that they frequented when they were alive.

I asked Marie to leave out a cup of coffee for Ah Gong that same night. Apparently I didn't give her clear instructions. She left a cup of coffee on the dining table every night for him, with that little metal spoon in the cup so that he can stir it while drinking. Ah Gong was the only one in the house who drinks his coffee with a metal spoon so I know that the cup that is on the table there every night was for him.

I think it's very hard because we are all so not used to him not being around. Dad's not used to how he no longer see him squatting around different parts of the house, smoking away (and then telling us that he quit smoking already). Mum almost accidentally told Marie to heat up the charsiew buns in the fridge and give one to Ah Gong.

I run up the stairs to the 2nd floor and I could almost imagine him shouting after me "Mai zao! Mai zao! Dang eh bua toh" (Don't run! Later fall down!).

When Chubby was much younger and we played catching together inside the house, Ah Gong would always say the same thing. And then he would add in his theory that Chubby's legs are short so he won't be able to fall down but I am different. I guess if he had observed the way Chubby walk lately, he will learn that Chubby IS able to fall down and walk into walls even with his keen sense of smell and short legs.

I've been preparing the food for the dogs since I've nothing better to do and I would usually let Kilo into the house in the process. It was easy to lure the dog out of the house again after the food is all prepared. He just follows me.

But Ah Gong would have none of it. He hates for Kilo to be inside the house because he feels that the dumb dog would knock down and break things inside the house. He would always scold Kilo. Actually, one shout from Ah Gong would be good enough to send Kilo scurrying out of the house.

But as you can imagine, these few days, Kilo has been contentedly waiting in the kitchen while the food is being prepared.

He wasn't there while we were having lunch, he wasn't sitting there again either when we were having dinner.

I don't know how long this will work but I kinda imagine him as being on a holiday trip. To somewhere really far. Like maybe, Europe. Touring Europe with his friends, haha!

The thought of it makes me laugh sometimes. It explains his disappearance as well as why everything else in his room remained just the way it was.

I remember everything about him clearly now. Especially his voice and the way he looks. He has this trademark lump growth he had since he was born. It was like a huge skin-coloured growth that even has many strands of hair growing on it. Ah Gong said it gave him luck and so he never had it removed.

I've heard hilarious stories about it. Like how when Ah Heng was a toddler and Ah Gong was carrying him, Ah Heng somehow got his baby fingers entangled with the hair on the lump.

Being a kid, Ah Heng solved the problem the best and fastest way: By pulling. I heard from my Mum that everyone had a shock because Ah Gong suddenly cried out loudly in pain. But my thoughts were that, thankfully enough, he didn't drop Ah Heng, HAHAHA!

I have to admit that while he laid in his coffin, I did went to take a peep at the mole again. It was still there. For some stupid unexplainable reason I just wanted to make sure.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:40 am

Random Things You Didn't Know About a Random Guy...

Sunday, June 14, 2009

A random 80 plus year old guy died.

It appeared on the obituary section of the papers on Thursday, 10th June 2009, alongside with all the others who had also just passed away, or had their death anniversaries announced.

I'm sure even, that hundreds of thousands of readers who bought the Straits Times must have carelessly overlooked it.

But that one single difference that it all makes is that this particular 84 year old man who passed away is none other than my only grandfather I had ever known since I never got to know my maternal grandpa.

... Right, stop rolling your eyes. I promised not to be 'emo' or dramatic about it but I really can't help it.

So now I decide to share with you 8 facts / stories associated with him, 8 facts representing every decade that he had lived. Facts that some of you may not have known, in the hope that the memories are no longer remembered by me alone.

I don't really know how or where to begin. There are so many memories that I don't know how to cram them all into just eight. I'd just fill them up with random notes that I am able to recall right now at this very moment, since the ones that are recalled so easily are some of those that I'm going to remember very clearly for the rest of my life.









Okay, so one of the earliest memory I had about my Ah Gong was this:

He doesn't use SingPost to mail letters back to China where we came from. He did mention countless trillion times however, that our family is from Dong Shan 东山, Fu Jian Province. A small little fishing village called Sai Po Hee. No blardy idea how does that sound like in Mandarin or whether it has any English names to begin with.

The weird thing was he always goes to this shop somewhere out there to post his letter. And while he's at it he talks to the old man working there. You know, have a nice little chitchat and all.

So there I was, not more than 6 years old. wondering why does Ah Gong always go out without bringing me? I asked him to bring me (I have to admit I'm abit domineering when I was young. At least to people whom I'm sure I could boss around. I TOLD him to bring me. Not ask.) He absolutely refused.

So I waited one day when he went to change his clothes and prepare to go out that I hid in the backseat of his car. It was very obvious. He would take some time to 'dress up' in his typical white shirt and dark blue pants.



This is the exact car that Ah Gong was driving back then. We sold it but came across it when we were having CNY dinner in 2005. It was parked outside the restaurant that we were eating. What a coincidence. Pity Ah Gong wasn't there to see his old friend.

PS: Yes. The paintwork was MUCH better back than.

Now, back to the story.

I hid at the backseat of his car until I was about to give up. It was quite hot and although sweating doesn't bother young children, I was starting to have difficulties breathing.

Just then Ah Gong got into the car and I inwardly heaved a sigh of relief.

I remembered he always used this trademark cologne that is in the shape of some alcoholic / wine bottle. He doesn't really use it. He just leaves it in the car and the whole car would reek of it. I say reek because the smell wasn't all that great. It was overwhelming! But then it was Ah Gong's car's trademark smell :)

He drove off and I waited until I was sure we were far away from the house. Far enough that he would not bother to U-Turn to go home and then kick me out of the car.

I waited until the most opportune time and then I jumped up on the backseat and shouted very loudly "AH GONG!!!!!!"

I have to tell all of you that my Ah Gong has a very good heart. I think any other human being would have had a mild form of heart attack or at least get into some sort of car accident.

He didn't. He didn't even flinch. The only reaction he did was that his eyes widened and he shouted (some explicit words) and said "YOU HIDE BEHIND THE SEAT AR?!" and then he quickly turned his eyes back onto the road to make sure he didn't swerve to another lane.

Well, my presence was an obvious answer to his question.

I was successful but so what. I soon learned that I should never have followed. He probably sat there for almost three hours chatting after giving the old man his letter (I do clearly recall that he hadn't tell this old man anything about me hiding in his backseat).

I never ever followed again. Ever.












Most seniors always ask us this question. Ah Gong is no exception.

"Lee Jia Liao Buey?"

He always talks in his weird Hokkien. Weird because alot of people told me that there are some Hokkien words I use that differed from the norm. Some remain unconvinced that it is because I learn my Hokkien from my grandparents. Des thought so too at first but he agreed after he talked to Ah Gong a few times and wasn't able to fully understand his grandfather stories about building and construction of drains.

Throughout the years, I have been conditioned to answer quickly and robotically with a "Jia Ba Liao".

This answer would just fall out from my mouth even though I may have just woken up 5 minutes ago and have not even drank a single drop of water.

I realised this problem only when Gua Ma (my maternal grandmother) asked me the same during the funeral and I replied her too even as my stomach was grumbling about the lack of food when it was already dinnertime.

I then had to very embarrassingly queue up at the buffet table to await my turn in scooping my precious dinner, all the while praying that she would not notice me standing in line.












Another funny thing about my Ah Gong was that he always complimented me whenever I wore this shirt. Apparently he found my ridiculously floral blue Hawaiian shirt very VERY nice to the point that he always thinks I'm going out whenever I wore that shirt.

For your info, I only wear it at home, and when I do, I don't even go out to the car porch to wash Joon's cage because I'm afraid that the neighbours would see me in it.

Shirt looks something like that:



You may think: What's so bad about the shirt?

My answer is: Everything.

After it has been machine-washed a few hundred times, it starts to lose its shape though not-so-thankfully, the vibrancy of the colours remained. As a result, it became a HUUUUGGE Hawaiian shirt.

Those that the ladies are wearing in the photo was because they were wearing it for the very first time. I doubt many of them keep it or even consider it as a going-out shirt anymore.











Another memory I had was back when I am in Bendemeer. I bought an Aloe Vera plant that I still keep till this day. Had gotten it from the nursery situated right along the main road.

I called him on my prepaid handphone and asked if he could come to school to fetch me. He agreed and we left it at that.

I took the risk that he would see me at the main road so I didn't tell him that I'm actually not in school. And that I was actually waiting at the nursery for him.

Figured that since he had to turn in from the main road, he would definitely see me at the side of the road, waving.

He didn't!!!

In fact, I waved, almost got knocked down by my own Ah Gong because I was standing at the edge of the kerb, and then with my heavy school bag like a turtle shell on my back, a hand holding onto my A4 files that could not fit into my huge backpack, and the other hand holding onto a flower pot containing the Aloe Vera... rannnn....

All the way back to Bendemeer Secondary School!!!

He didn't even realised why didn't I walk out of school but walked IN to school instead!

I told myself that if I ever wanted him to fetch me again, I would have to reconsider telling him my exact location and be VERY precise about it.

Joon was considered to be one of the newer additions in the household other than the Putehs. Not many people remembered but there was this very short period that Joon actually could tolerate Ah Gong.

Very. Short. Period.

He then developed this habit (I'm referring to the human) of irritating the heck out of her by pushing her head really hard!

You don't have to be a genius to guess how the fierce bird returned the courtesy everytime he even tries to go near her.





There is this little silly thing about my Ah Gong. He likes to stare at me. Like, really stare. He doesn't bother to cover up by peeking through the corner of his eyes. He likes to remark about very general things about me. Like when I excitedly recall something that happened in school to my mother, he laughs at how fast I talk (to him, English sounds like a very 'fast' language).

For him, his most fluent english words were 'Thank you' that he speaks perfectly and naturally. Other English words are lost to him.. like how he affectionately calls me 'Gek Gek' when he was actually trying to call me 'Girl Girl'.

So obviously his stares were not those pervertic kind. It was those observing kind and always accompanied with a toothless grin on his face.

Yes! Ah Gong no longer has any teeth left! He would tell me about how this stupid dentist back in the good ol' days who tried to overcharge him. I guess it was due to poor dental hygiene but Ah Gong's teeth was totally gone except for this two or three that stubbornly remained.

It made it more difficult to eat instead, so he decided to have them removed by going to that dentist.

I think the dentist was being some sort of jerk as well. He asked Ah Gong for some cigarettes and when he realised he had none, he decided to charge per tooth although extraction procedure was the same throughout back in the old days; clamp on teeth and pull.

Ah Gong would recall to me how pissed he was that he left the dentist room and sat on the steps of the staircase right outside.

The more he thought about it, the more angrier he got and he eventually pulled out the teeth that he wanted to remove. By his own hands!

Just then the same dentist walked down the steps and he said he called the dentist as he walked past and showed him his bloodied teeth that he had all plucked out himself, even as blood was flowing down his lips.

Gutsy.








I'm on to the second last memory of my Ah Gong already. But this is not the end of it. I have alot more that I will add as and when I recall about them.

So, now, for the 7th detail, here's a photo of Ah Ma and Ah Gong on their wedding day, and another photo taken a few years before Ah Ma's death.

Last but not least, I hate the way how I always walk to the kitchen to place the dirty dishes and then realise from the corner of my eye how oddly bright his room is.

He ALWAYS leaves the curtains down because he's paranoid about bugs crawling in from the grass into the room to bite him. Even the sliding door is always closed so the room always looks overtly dark. It was also recently that, due to the sickeningly hot weather, he started using the aircon, which explains why I am quite used to the fact of seeing his door closed.

But now the door is open. Just open. And the room is bright. But you take a step in and what do you see?

His biscuit tin was as how he left it.

His remote controller to turn on the TV stays on top of the TV. He even has this special instruction paper that he translates what each button means by drawing a cartoon version of the remote controller and then arrowing in Chinese words what each was.

His ash-tray is untouched from the time he left it. In fact, the cigarettes that he had smoked was all still inside the ash tray.

That bottle of strong-smelling medicine that he always used to rub on his leg and relieve the joint pains was still placed behind the TV set in that innocent-looking Coca Cola bottle. No idiot would be able to mistake the black liquid inside for Coke. The smell was THAT obviously different.

It's amazing because I remembered how I would always have those slight sprains at my ankle and he would call me over, and take that Coke bottle and pour some into his huge hands and then rub it onto my ankle until those dirt marks formed (the way Ji Gong rubs dirt from his armpits into a ball and gave it to the sick and poor to eat so that they would be healed). It kinda resembled eraser markings when you rubbed your worksheet alot.

I hated the smell of his overpowering ang hoon (cigarette) that would make me choke and tear, but then I hated the way I no longer smell it even more and I find myself still tearing but for a totally different reason.

The very last thing I want to add is that I miss him very much. His absence is deafeningly obvious because there is one less figure who hangs about the house all the time, squatting at some random corner and smoking away.

Scientific theories about Death aside, if there were really an afterlife, I hope that both Ah Ma and Ah Gong have managed to reunite after these three years of separation from being in different realms. I also hope that they have managed to find Lao Ma and Dua Pek too.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 5:16 pm

The Lemon Flicker

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

The other day while we were hanging the birds at the kopitiam at Serangoon North, I ingeniusly thought that, hey, I should order the Ice Lemon Tea.

That way, Shrek could have some lemon. Or at the very least, I would find out if he would even eat the fruit since Shreky is the renowned fruit king of the house.

He would even eat plain cucumber (yucks!).

He does eat lemon, apparently.

But the very first time he took some from my hand, he shuddered. I don't really know how to explain it but you have to see it for yourself to know what I mean. It's kind of like the way dogs shake themselves dry right after a bath.

But for my case, Chubby always tries to shake the water off himself WHILE bathing. Not good because I am standing maybe 20cm away from him only.

The most embarassing thing was, when Shrek flicked himself like that, one of the 'fibre' thing from the lemon flew out of his cage.

And promptly hit this Uncle in his arm. Uncle looked over in shock, knowing that the thing that hit him flew from the direction of Shreky's cage (which was placed on the table in front of me).

I immediately pretended not to have noticed by acting as if the glass of Ice Lemon Tea in front of me was the most delicious drink on this planet while looking at Don Don (this is the part where I'm thankful I have two Putehs).

Meanwhile, Shreky was still recovering from the sourness of the fruit that he had never ate before.

Dumb bird.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:00 am

Pets are amazing. Yes. I know you've all heard enough of it.

Friday, June 05, 2009

Mum insists that I owe debts from my previous lives.. That's why it's now payback time and I have to take care of my pets because I'm so indebted.

Like.. for example.. Cao Cao. Who stayed with me for all of .. um... I think 7-9 days before he flew away (and never came back).

I had the privilege of caring for him before the debt was 'returned' and he flew away. Must have been one super small debt.

I don't mind overpaying my 'debt' you know. I think in every life there is always an imbalance. That's why we always owe people something and in our next lives we have to pay them back or vice versa.

I don't mind overpaying by caring him for a longer period of time (like, maybe, the rest of his Puteh life?) so that Cao Cao ends up being the one who is indebted to me.

I am still insistent on my stand that it is not misery that caused me to think about Cao Cao all the time. It's more of worry. I get awfully worried whenever I see crows in my neighbourhood now.

Yes.

Crows. And according to the news last night, Bartley Road is called Ba Te Li Lu in Mandarin. To help you better remember, it's Butter Lee Lu.

Sounds like some dessert, huh?

I still talk about Cao Cao all the time but there is one theory that I always do my best to adhere to.

That is, whatever has died, had died (Didi, Miffy, Small Bottle, Big Bottle, Ma, Mee and Mo, Puffy, Junior, Junior I, Junior II, Junior III, Bingo... etc etc). What matters now is to treasure those who are alive.

I think alot of people ought to practice this theory as well.

I think many people get too saddened and caught up in their own loss that they fail to do what's important; which is to treasure the Now.

I don't. Or at the very least, I try not to get too stagnant about the whole mourning part. TRY.

I just told my mum that I'm considering running to her room first thing after I wake up in the morning and then out to her balcony (which is facing the front gate and at the trees that Cao Cao flew down from on the day I caught him).. and then shouting very loudly "CAOOOO... CAOOO.... WHERE ARE YOU....?"... all this, at the risk of my neighbours calling the cops.

Yes, Fang. The balcony above the front gate is my parents' room. Not my room one. You know what I mean *wriggle eyebrows*. HAHAHA.

I also want to declare one more thing.

All. Putehs. Are. Cute. Period.

Check out Shreky, the naughty little French Loaf head. Yes. A new nickname.






PS: Give my 3.2megapixel hp camera a break.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:05 am