yeah, it's 2006.

everybody was greeting each other happy new year on the 1st day to work in year 2006. i was thinking wat's so happy bout new year?

i watched news over the long-weekend new year holiday, flashfloods took away lives; bush fires in few countries destroyed homes n volunteers lost their lives in the rescue missions; i told the pet shop to shave my persian n they shaved her whiskers as well now she lost her walking balance; smelly billy is still smelly or even more smelly than last year; my father's parkinson disease has worsen n he can't recognise me anymore.

i was supposed to spend my new year eve in the hospital looking after my father, but he was discharged on tht very night, i guess only government hospital wil 'suddenly decided' to discharge the patient at this odd hours (not being a super bitch here but it gives me a feeling tht they just can't wait to dismiss a patient so there's one less in the list to be taken care of). i went to my parents' house instead. my father was weak, his speech is more like whispering now as the disease got worse since a month plus ago, i talked to him but could not understand a word he answered. i asked him who am i, he said i'm my mother's sister, means, i become my sister's auntie, or, his sister in law.

4th January 2006, Thursday, 2nd day reporting to work in a new year. jobs dangling since last year n yet to be confirmed/figured out/approved/finished off til up to this moment i'm writing this blog entry. in advertising there's seldom a smooth stool, just when we all constipate in the shitty campaigns, there goes 2006.