4:55AM. Boyfriend is washing his car while I am feeling 99% awake. No, isn't an early morning for both of us, all the more not a morning car wash. We just came back from the car workshop at around 2 so yeah we reached around 9pm but waited for hours to do up the headlights. Anyway, this afternoon we were at some workshop either; took off the bonnet and boot, and replaced with the original stock white ones. It was very hard for us to part with the bonnet, esp R, who had spent so much time with it. The whole time, he was very nostalgic, and I mean very. I kept putting happy songs on repeat, did retarded dance movements like yoYoyy0 and pretended I was the airplane and shooting stars. He told me how much he loves this happy side of me. Now baby projectR looks more to the classy side. We have been drafting out all our ideas and now it's finally done, well almost. In all honesty, I'm loving this new look...

Anyway, at the workshop this arvo, I saw three parrots. One was pure white and cheerful, the other with beautiful bright green and blue feathers—exactly like the typical ones at the birdpark, and the other gray one locked in the cage—all sulky yet fierce-looking. After some interaction, the pure white playful one talked to me. Okay it was like "Who are you" or "How old are you". Totally evoked a surprise to me. I didn't really catch it cos it was speaking in mandarin hahaha so I answered anyway. I quickly blurted out a "Huh?" before I continued saying "I'm your friend..." "I'm 18..." Yeah almost like an idiot. So I was playing with them—to be honest only to the white parrot—and how they reminded me of these two green parrots my brother once had. The first one was named Texas and the other was Lucky. Gotta admit, I'm more attracted to Texas because he's more lovable; always whistling cheerfully. I'd love to keep a lot of pets with me; talkative parrots, huge dogs, turtles, fishes. In fact, while I was marveling at those lovely ones, I nearly wanted one immediately. After some consideration, I decided I didn't wanna do any more decisions on impulse... Sometimes I can't even take good care of myself and had to let my boyfriend worry every minute, so what makes me think I can take care of those little lives too?