Update.

Been helping Farrah's friend to take care of Hazel (chihuahua) since Wednesday and it's been quite an experience. She's so cute and tamed but I'm always on the edge because I always have to worry about her shitting around (she's trained to shit on grass); her barking at neighbors who walk pass etc. But anyways, guess what? Today when I brought her down for a walk, the 9th storey cutie came in the lift and looked at her and laughed and then he talked to me! Been waiting for like almost 5 years for him to talk to me, and finally! Heh heh although it's nothing, he just asked if she's a new dog and etc but oh well, I felt quite nervous and happy afterwards. ^^

And like right now I feel quite empty. Yeah, I have no idea why am I like this now too.