Tubby might be pregnant

Last Saturday, we mated Simba and the girls together. And Micky suspect Tubby is pregnant. It might be false alarm, but it's better to be prepared then nothing right? And so, we might be getting a bigger tub or a new cage for the coming babies, when they're born in that sense.

Anyway, I've uploaded photos at my multiply account.

Here's the link to view my mum's birthday celebration:
http://micky21.multiply.com/photos/album/86/Mums_Birthday_21_Sept_2008

Here's the link to view my Thailand trip with my parents and Baby:
http://micky21.multiply.com/photos/album/85/Thailand_Hatt_Yai_9_Aug_-_15_Aug

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Sometimes, I find myself kind of stupid. Stupid in that sense that I got angry or upset over small matters. Like when Baby didn't had time to talk to me or accompany me. Like when Baby disappear without telling me. Like when there's nothing to get angry or upset with.

And so, I began to do some self reflection, and yes I have to apologised. Don't worry, Baby and me is back to the usual loving couple.

But when I quarreled or argued with my family members, I don't find it stupid. Because I did it with reason. The balcony has started piling up with my things. And of course my parents aren't happy about it. But what to do?

Firstly, I don't have a room of my own, which I can called it [my room] like many did. I only owned a bed, and a cupboard in my room. Yes, pathetic I know. I don't even have a table or chair in the room to study or to do my work. I don't even get to use the phone that was in my room. I have to use the living room.

Pathetic, I know. But what to do? I mean, since I had my laptop, I'm chased out with my room. My parents got rid of the long long table we had to save space. My sister took the opportunity to get herself a new set of table from IKea, with a chair to go with it. And there's completely no place for my so called table after that. And so, I'm left with the table outside to used.

And now, my things are ready to be thrown out without my permission. Yes, that's how my sister treat me. Like Baby had once mentioned, sometimes she's good, but sometimes she isn't.

Anyway, I'm not going to follow my sister's footsteps in spending money. I shall plan well for how I would be using my money. I'll keep a portion for transportation and daily expenses, a portion for savings, another for parents and another for education.

Baby, don't follow my sister's footsteps OK?