fly, fly, fly away!

shhh... i'm back. i'm sorry for having gone missing for such a long time, and i know i've made so many of you worried sick about me. i've missed you all terribly and shall be paying you all a visit soon. so many things happened over the past two months (ate buttons, coins, bottle caps, candles, bits of skirting board and a few bugs) and as a result, had to hide under the bed most of the time. and i haven't had a bath in over two weeks...

you see, something quite extraordinary happpened.

during an unsupervised practice of my flying stunts, i discovered, quite by accident, that i had mastered the highly coveted 少林铁头功 (shaolin ironhead gungfu) – some sort of flying headbutt or 'glasgow kiss'. i can break glass with my head! and what a sight it must've been – me in mid-air then a loud smashing sound and many, many shards of glass glistening in the sunlight as they pierced through the air in all directions. i dare say it was more exciting than any jackie chan movie.

and i knew from the way the people at the vet's dropped their jaws when they saw me that it was no mean feat i had accomplished. for that, i am rather pleased with myself. however, i am also getting very grumpy because the cone i'm now wearing makes it impossible to scratch my ears or lick my peepee. the parents, of course, were very, very unhappy. i was not allowed onto the bed or any furniture for days and no matter how i pleaded, they refused to take the silly cone off me. the only nice thing about this cone is that it has my friend, buster's, name on it although i don't know why.

eighty per cent of the glass (centre pane) smashed to smithereens with my ironhead gungfu (if you can see the masking tape mom put up, that's where the remnants of the glass are); dad was in shock while sweeping and vacuuming up the pieces and in fact, still breaks into cold sweat whenever he recalls the breath-stopping moments when i flew into the glass.

as you can see, i did not master the ironshoulders and ironlegs at the same time. my stitches come out in a few days and i fear it also means my bath-free days are coming to an end.

ps: those pills i ate the last time were some sort of live culture pills, so it was like drinking many bottles of yakult/vitagen at one time and completely harmless (and quite delicious). i know some of you must have worried that i might have died from drug overdose and stopped blogging but were afraid to ask. i am so, so, so sorry to have made you worry; i just can't seem to help being naughty...