I was the test speaker for Vistana on Jessica’s request. Over the weekend, I rehearsed in front of her for a few times, she gave me a few hints of improvement and it helps. But hours before my speech, I saw my unprocessed photos being published on the intranet, and the publisher is so naïve to post it up without giving me (the photographer) any credits. As a photographer, my photos are like a part of me as important as semens are to men, or how important virginity is to ok…enough of these.

Since Choobee helped me in making an impressive speech, I decided to buy her the mushroom she has been eyeing for in QBM. I don’t find anything interesting about the “cuteness” she’s talking about … but I will do anything to make her happy, as I’ve received tremendous applause from the floor. It’s different to be presenting a speech and be evaluated by 4 experienced toastmasters, but if everyone else is also giving me a good critique, that is something to be proud of. So I bought her the present to her house on purpose, she was grateful and happy that she hugged it tightly when I gave it to her.

But sadly I found something worrying when I was there. How would you feel if you have dandruff growing on your head? I’ll surely scratch it so hard I’ll bleed my forehead. But this baby of mine (yang2) doesn’t know how to complain. When I see him, he only knows how to jump on me and lick me while whacking his tail that is enough to spin a generator’s turbine.

When I found out, it’s already too late. There’s a flea colony growing on his thick hair. We spent a whole evening yet cannot finish killing all of them. After I gone home, Choobee continues to catch the flea one by one until midnight. Pity her.

Thursday evening I went to check again as her mom says that she already spent 3 hours with the fleas. But I still managed to find a lot hiding under yang2’s fur. Worst case I’ll have to shave him bald and let him grow all the hair back.

Labels: Relationship, Toastmasters