Everyone screws up and i tend to screw up more than others do. What's most important afterwards, is to unscrew things. Sure, i say and do things in a moment of anger and i'm accountable for a kazillion hissy fits that happen in and out of the house, but i've learnt to put aside my pride and say the magic word (read: sorry) if i have to. I figured out if someone meant a lot to you, eating humble pie isn't that big a deal anyway. So there, sorry to you, you and you. Good thing i'm so dearly loved, no one's blaming me at all. Hehe.

We went to Botanic Garden today. A french couple commented that Chester was beautiful. I pretended i couldn't understand and stared at them in bewilderment till they remarked, "Beautiful, your dog is GORGEOUS!", and i nodded un-paisehly. A young Japanese girl came up to me, hugged Chester and said, " Kawaii-ne! Kawaii-ne!! Preeety, preeety!" Good thing Chester didn't pounce on them like what he does to the family at home....