Wherever I am, I am missing.

Why is it that when you have a good intention on the palm of your hands, someone next to you just ripped it out of you reach and caused masses of wolly yak stampedes from the rocky mountain and a swiss twitchy chocolate loving boy yoddling and holding a cushion pin?

...so I had a stormed-off-slammed-door-at-your-face conversation.

Recovered from a bad 24 hours of cold and now heading towards my soon-to-be tonsilities episode.

All in a good cause, I guess. *Noticed that we rarely we speak about our Saturday afternoon at Iki's "Spring Cleaning" story except for the lost of Iki's cat, Baby or bibi. Whilst strumming a one stringless guitar and tried to brightened the situation by "serenading" the dust clogged runny noise friends. And suddenly, (insert a heroic overexaggerated theme) Kevin, who was willing to forget about himself and valiantly carried the supermarket bag covered feline trailed pungent watery mulch body out from the kitchen. Kevin screamed from the backyard, leaving the feeling that he would just drop the bag right at that moment. Sadly, as he reached at the place where Iki's mum pointed, the hole that Iki dug earlier wasn't deep enough to bury the body. So, she was left leaning against the shrubberies and wait for the someone to give her a proper burial. He, Kevin, joined the "I-have-of-enough-cleaning" friends, removed the rubbery gloves, the tudung, sat next to CK and fell silently, slightly traumatized. A job of a hero.

After 2 1/2 hours, Kat and I zoomed back to Kat's house took turns into the shower and snuggled happily into our clean clothes while the boys went to CK's house to shower and then, bought Domino's for us for dinner. We were supposed to watch AF finals on the telly but decided to doddled with the game of D&D. Very violent. Very whimsical. Very positive-chi. Will write more about it if time permits.

* am deeply sorry that I broke a couple of your household stuff and a string of your guitar and didn't 100% help you with the cleaning, Iki.