"      When I was little, the great mystery to me wasn't how babies were made, but why. The machanics I understood - my older brother Jesse had filled me in - although at the time I was sure he'd heard half of it wrong. Other kids my age were busy looking up the words penis and vagina in the classroom dictionary when the teacher had her back turned but I paid attention to different details. Like why some mothers only had one child, while other families seemed to multiply before your eyes. Or how the new girl in school, Sedona, told anyone who'd listen that she was named for the place where her parents were vacationing when they made her ('Good thing they weren't staying in Jersey City,' my father used to say).
       Now that I am thirteen, these distinctions are only more complicated: the eighth-grader who dropped out of school because she got into trouble; a neighbor who got herself pregnant in the hopes it would keep her husband from filing for divorce. I'm telling you, if aliens landed on earth today and took a good hard look at why babies get born, they'd conclude that most people have children by accident, or because they drink too much on a certain night, or because birth control isn't one hundred percent, or for a thousand other reasons that really aren't very flattering.
       On the other hand, I was born for a very specific purpose. I wasn't the result of a cheap bottle of wine or a full moon or the heat of the moment. I was born because a scientist managed to hook up my mother's eggs and my father's sperm to create a specific combination of precious genetic material. In fact, when Jesse told me how babies get madeand I, the great disbeliever, decided to ask my parents the truth, I got more than I bargained for. They sat me down and told me all the usual stuff, of course - but they also explained that they chose little embryonic me, specifically, because i could save my sister, Kate. "

"      In our living room we have a whole shelf devoted to the visual history of our family. Everyone's baby pictures are there, and some school head shots, and then various photos from vacations and birthdays and holidays. They make me think of notches on a belt or scratches on the prison wall - proof that time's passed, that we haven't all just been swimming in limbo.
       Ther are double frames, singles, 8 x 10s, 4 x 6s. They are made of blond wood and inlaid wood and one very fancy glass mosaic. I pick up one of Jesse - he's about two, in a cowboy costume. Looking at it, you'd never know what was coming down the pike.
       There is Kate with hair and Kate all bald; one of Kate as a baby sitting on Jesse's lap; one of my motherholding each of them on the edge of a pool. There are pictures of me, too, but not many. I go from infant to about ten years old in one fell swoop.
       Maybe it's because I was the third child, and they were sick and tired of keeping a catalog of life. Maybe it's because they forgot. "
 - My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult

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Did you know my bird flew away?
Yeah, thats right, Nono. He flew off while my Grandad was putting him on they swing.
He grew wing feathers to fly.
Yeah, and proberbly, he is DEAD now. Eaten by a cat or unable to survive in the wild.
I have always knew it was a very dumb bird. Just like Hizami that has no balls.
Okay back to this.
Yeah, my Dad though it would fly home, cause he is hungry.
But it was already a day, he didnt even fly back home. I was starting to doubt if my father was even right about birds. And so we opened Nono's cage for a few days, but he didnt seem to have flown back.

The last time i saw Nono, was during my tuition that exact same day Nono, kinda flew off aka DIE!
Yeah, I WAS HAVING TUITION!! And in the middle of the tuition I SAW HIM FLEW OFF!!
I asked my grandad if he found him, but he said no.
I was very disappointed. But no big deal, stupid bird. Very ANGRY!

When i saw the look my my grandad's eyes, i thought he was about to cry. He eyes were wet. And he looked sad. They whole day he watched teevee, and showed a emotionless face. I couldnt bare to talk to him or even look at him. I left him alone. So was I, sad. I was frustrated i vent my angry on my tennis ball. Sweat so much, i felt more cooler.

Nono will never come back, ever again.

BUT NOW! I HAVE A NEW PET! I think my auntie gave my grandad a new parrot. LOL!
And it is MORE COLOURFUL!! hehe. I dont know the name yet, but soon will. HEHE!!

My grandma kept scolding saying, "GIVE PARROT FOR WHAT? GRANDPA SO OLD ALREADY, NO ENERGY, LATER THEY BIRD FLY AWAY AGAIN, SEE LAH, I CANNOT BEND TO HOLD HIM ALSO, GRANDPA OLD ALREADY LAH, GIVE HIM PARROT FOR WHAT... blah blah blah"
But too bad uh, she talking to herself. Sad, but at least my Grandad is happy okay!
I really dont know what my Grandmother is thinking about.


OPPS! SORRY IF IT IS WORDY! XDD

yeah, thats all. (*no pictures)