Dear Ms. Rowling...

I'm sure this book will be great. I really can't wait to read it (but seeing as how I'm the several hundredth person to place a hold on one out of forty-two copies, I'll just have to stew).

But if Ron dies, I'll never forgive you.

Ar.

Sincerly,

The Pig

Takka-takka-ouch-takka

On the plus side, I found a job (yay!)

Unfortunately, I can barely type properly because my fingers are too dry/papercut from filing papers all day. Ouch. Takkity-tik-tak-ouch.

Working in the office of an insurance company is very cushy and easy, but a little dull sometimes (lots o' filing, void of fun). Actually, time passes surprisingly fast in there: file some papers, bathroom break, file some papers, bandage finger, file some papers, bandage other fingers, file some papers, lunch break, etc. There's a little cafe downstairs that has sells stuff like at Vienna (across from the church) and The Last Drop (near Yonge & Eglington). Excellent...milk tea and a cheap lunch. Everything a Chinese Canadian needs.

Grudge match against the Great Canadian Bagel store (also downstairs) for being closed at quitting time beginning.....now!

Dad-zilla! Very nooo!

Everytime I see my dad in a bad mood, I have to fight the urge to ask him if a dingo ate his baby.

Puu... No more RuroKen scanlations. It's been licensed by Shonen Jump. I think a dingo ate Sano's baby:

Jeepers! Look at that grass grow!

Someone, please, give my something to do. Am bored out of my SKULL.

(Ew. Mental image.)

Reduced to cleaning house and doing laundry to pass the time.

Funny story: Andy Lau Goes for Coffee. He should have worn an N95, too.

Dookie, February 2002 to June 2003



It is with great sorrow that Hoyan announces the passing of her dear friend, the most feared Sith Lord in hamster history, Count Dooku (Dookie).

Dookie, alternatively known as Dooks, "DOOKIE!!!", Tyrone, Shinji the Ninja Hamster, Pig, Sesame Pudding (think Chinese dessert) and the Thing, was liberated from Petcetera (Kingston location) by Hoyan's older brother as a high school graduation present in May 2002. The tiny black bear hamster soon developed a feisty, yet somewhat neurotic personality and adjusted well to his roomy Habitrail abode.

After several months of delinquency and botched escape attempts (resulting in remote control button massacres and the destruction and defacement of important tax documents), the Dookster abandoned the Dark Side and his former Sith ways and happily spent his days sleeping, eating, gnawing on the bars of his cage and traversing tens of miles on his trusty grey hamster wheel.

Dookie was a survivor, outliving his archnemesis Boh-Boh, his smaller Siberian cousins Toasty and Melinda, and his short-lived girlfriend the love of his life, April. Unfortunately, he was struck down by a mysterious illness, believed to be contracted from archnemesis number two, the scruffy Fut-Fut/Pigpen (didn't live long enough for us to decide on a name). Dookie died a fighter to the end, battling for every tiny breath. But ultimately, he succumbed to the sickness at 7:52 PM on June 1, 2003. He lived to a ripe old age of one year and four months.

I miss him.