aw, Happy Souls.

i met melissa-popeye-wong, chambo, &comint today.

its probably all i could ever ask for.

its like serving a jail sentence back home.

'we're eating a lot.'

'but you dont grow fat.'

'i do, okay. i will, we're not training anymore.'

'maybe cause i see you everyday, so i cant tell the difference.'

'yea probably like someone who didnt see you for 3months will see a difference'

&so my mum said

'dont eat so much, you getting fatter already'

when i got home, i mean, the gambling den today.

so its, precisely Ruby's point.

my mum COULD see the difference.

go figure.

ouch, you hurt.

i mean, on average, i see her 30secs a day if im lucky.

if i see her than that,

its when she's screaming away

telling me how much she would rather had laid an egg.

its so annoying i think i had enough of all these.

its been years so tell me, when is all these gonna end?

when is she gonna finally realise that she has two daughters,

instead of two oval orange eggs, perhaps.

i mean like, even eggs have to be kept warm before they hatch.

unless i got her wrong.

maybe she wanted eggs, they will never hatch,

so no warmth needed.

she just need some oil, and a frying pan.

Tomorrow is Sunday,

its gonna be a better day. (: