Emptiness itself is not a wrong; leaving it empty is.

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There’s probably nothing else that I can really talk about aside from the rain and driving and the hectic atmosphere that comes with the semester, of which is both constricting and exasperating at the same time. And even if I do want to talk about it, it’ll probably sound the same like it had been, and will ever be; that, I figure, is how persistent monotony is.

So classes have started, and on the first day alone we’ve been kindly but very sternly reminded that the semester will be so jam-packed with things to do that any form of leisure should be heralded as grateful grace and gifts. And after having kindly be told so, I spent the week finishing freelancing work and then forgetting everything else, and when I started reminding myself I ended up sitting blankly and finishing nothing.

Somewhere a little voice had started saying, not good; definitely not good. Pretty soon the same voice will yell Game Over Man, Game Over! when deadlines peaked and I find myself amidst the inhabitants of hell, commenting on the rather baking weather.

Right. It’s high time I get started on things.

Say what? Battle for Middle Earth at 10.30? I’m in.

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Here’s Aunt 6 (or 6th Aunt) with little Forest. I apologise for the poor quality; apparently that’s the best my phone can produce.



Forest is Aunt 5’s (or 5th Aunt’s) new puppy, which dad was given by a friend and he in turn (and thankfully understanding that 2 dogs at home now is already the breaking point of responsibilities, not to mention the rabbits and the fishes and Gary) gave it to Aunt 5, since they needed a dog to care for the house.

And Forest is quite the puppy. In fact, he looks and reminds me exactly of the puppy Lanna, in the same way that they look like bear cubs, and that they bumble around with their fur puffed up looking like pouncing fur-balls.

I realised today that I didn’t really have any pictures of a puppy Lanna. There’re probably one or two adult Lanna pictures, and some puppy Marley pics, and probably even Latte (which is now living with an aunty friend, apparently rather happy), but no puppy Lanna pics. I figure it was because I hadn’t had a digital cam back then to go snap happy, but all the same I wondered why I hadn’t taken one with the old Olympus, to keep in the album.

The bulk of the pictures are in the old computer… I have to retrieve it someday.