Stressed out from work!

Monday, September 26, 2005

Hey, and I'm not even officially working yet!!

I don't know what got into me.

Well, most of you know, due to the ridiculously priced foods found at Raffles Place, and the ridiculous large crowds hanging around where cheap food is sold, I had no choice but to take food from home. Fried bee hoon, rice, whatever. As long as I don't need to buy from Raffles Place.

So yea, a lunchbox and a waterbottle are now my official best friends.

I hope most of you remember my water bottle. It has been with me through thick and thin. To the highest peaks accessible to tourists of Jiu Zhai Gou, the moisture-rich tops of Genting Highlands, the tropical climate of beautiful Thailand, to home sweet home at Gambir.

In case you still haven't recall, it's the blardy brownish goldish Sigg one lah damnit! The one that looks the same as Jeffrey Ho's except his has the words DBS Bank on it.

I can't do without it. Everyone at office uses cups. I use Sigg. So I carry it around to and fro from office because I can't afford to lose it (not like anyone will steal but, just to play safe you know).

But today, on the very super crowded bus 28, I rang the bell and stood up with my bag held in mid-air. I was sitting on the 'inner' seat so had to "excuse me" past the passenger sitting along the aisle seat before I could get out and make my way to the door.

Well, I was busy ensuring that my butt does not touch the guy I was trying to "excuse me" past so I didn't see where my bag was headed. It gently knocked into the head of the passenger sitting in front of me.

There was quite a VERY audible "kong" sound and the man turned around and glared at me.

"Sorr... hahahaha.. Sorry... HAHAHAHA" was my reply.

My empty waterbottle had came in contact with his head. I think it's a sign of me being under severe stress here. Ordinarily I would have been super embarrassed and blush like crazy, but there I was trying my hardest not to laugh!

WTH is wrong with me!!!

As such, I shall ensure that I will NOT be taking North South line back home anymore to avoid 'embarrassing'/'hilarious' bus accidents. Things like these NEVER occur on MRT trains!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 7:42 pm

You can't see me!

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Find the above phrase familiar? Hahah! In case you don't watch or haven't been watching WWE for the past 100 years, you wouldn't know him. And his 'You Can't See Me!' hand sign.

Have I remembered telling you that John Cena is one of the guys whom I consider to be VERY cute?

Undeniably cute, though I admit I hated him at first because I felt they were just trying to create a WWE version of Eminem to entertain the audience. Apparently, this dude stuck around longer than I thought he would, thus allowing me to ogle him on television.

Well, he isn't exactly the main reason why I blog about him today. It's my uncle.

Remember in my previous post, I said I met my uncle on my 1st day of work? The one who worked right beside my office building?

Yea. He came over last night with his wife, Aunt Carol, and son, Joshua.

And told me that he didn't recognise me (something to do with formal attire and contact lenses).

I was so sad. Well, you have to count in the fact that he and his family comes to my house almost every weekend without fail to visit my grandparents!

So he was telling Mum last night that he was wondering "Why this girl keep smiling at me?" and in his mind he was going through his list of students, cos he lectures or, rather, used to lecture at Ngee Ann Polytechnic (or was it Nanyang?).

But it dawned on him who I was when I finally walked right up to him and called him "Sa Zek!", meaning third uncle, in case you don't know.

Considering that there are only two nieces that would call him that, I definitely must be Cindy since Weishan is still in school and all. So sad! I am so unrecognisable. And I thought that only happened in photos.

Talking about photos, I was on the train home from work with Bernie on a beautiful Friday evening. I decided to show her photos of my dog.

Then it was then she saw one of the photos and said I super looked like someone.

"Who?" I asked. Hoping against hope it's not Ann Poh. Just to remind you, just because her surname is Poh doesn't mean that she is the one who won Channel U's big breast competition (cos I got it wrongly too at first).

Ann is the second Zhu Zhu in Don't Worry Be Happy, with the first Zhu Zhu being Quan Yifeng.

Yes. She did mention Ann Poh. But then I also had people telling me that I look like Wa Wa.

Don't you know who Wa Wa is?

Wa Wa is super cute, though I don't really want to be THAT kind of cute. And Wa Wa's english name is Legolas. Cool har?

This.. is... Wawa:

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:54 pm

How is your SIP?

Friday, September 23, 2005

TP Seniors! 10 more weeks to go! You can do it!

I would have blogged about attachments earlier if I hadn't been so busy.

For those of you not from the school, you wouldn't know what they had shown us on our SIP Launch Day.

It was this video with our school director saying a speech. For the entire time, I had thought the man himself would be coming down and giving us a talk. Face-to-face.

Ok, so I was wrong. It wasn't face-to-face. But it wasn't a live video conference either. It was a blardy recorded video (maybe recorded 10 years ago) of him RECITING a speech with an impassive, straight, boring face. Thank goodness his speech only lasted for less than 5 minutes. I don't really know. We were too busy chatting with each other to bother (and our course manager, Mr Da Silva was scolding and scolding us).

After that came the part we were all waiting for. No, not the company posting. It was this video that had interviewed our seniors before us.

We've all heard uncountable HORROR attachment stories such as how companies make the best of every penny by making students OT until 9pm *looks at Javier* ok, not heard, but it IS happening right now as I type.

Finally, we hear it direct from the horse's mouth. Horses, since a class was interviewed.

This senior of ours was telling us that she did nothing throughout the whole SIP except shred paper. Day in day out. What a terrific job, I thought. I was serious. Shred paper. No doubt boring, but what could go wrong!? You don't have to make sure your project is up to standard, don't have to this don't have to that.

And when they asked what they had learnt at the end of the attachment, she said something along the lines of "I learnt how to use the paper-shredding machine."

Yea right gal. Honestly, it also takes knowledge for you to use the paper shredder machine you know. Like when I had to get rid of some papers that had the customers' credit card numbers etc on it, I had to tear up the paper with my own bare hands!! This puts me at very great risk of getting paper cuts, which is just about one of the most painful and irritatingly itchy cuts in the world.

Ouch!

I'm loving my attachment time right now with TTG Asia. Great bunch of people there. Plus I got attached there with Bernie, my Bendemeerian senior. She and I never talked before this. We just knew that each other was from the same secondary school, that's all.

Then came the posting. Then came the first day of work.

It was ridiculous. Posted to Raffles Place where work begins at a very unearthly timing of 8.30am, which means I have to wake up at 6am++. Thank gawd theirs is a 5-day work week company.

Bernie and I got there at exactly 8am. Since it was the first day, we don't want to run the risk of being late. However when we reached the beautiful glass doors of TTG, we realised we were TOO EARLY instead. The doors were still locked.

As we were briefed by one of the HR executives, I was told that I got posted to the exhibition department, which was, as I came to know, full of cool people, though I must say I haven't got to meet all of them yet (where on earth are the rest?).

And they happened to be having this exhibition at Pattaya, Thailand. And it so happened that I would have to go too because the entire exhibition department is going. Right. My friends who knew about this said I'm so darn lucky.

Please enlighten me. Which part of "going to Pattaya, Thailand with a bunch of strangers to WORK", do you feel is lucky?

And to top it all of, klutzy Cindy almost fell off the chair on her first day of work, right in front of the eyes of her new colleague.

*Pats herself on the back* "Great job, Cindy! What a way to leave a lasting first impression!"

And when I went for lunch, I realised there was some hope in the world after all. Apparently, my uncle works in the building right beside mine. Like all great uncles, he told me that I could call him up anytime should I be looking for lunch companions.

When I went home, my parents were waiting for me. If you had seen that scenario, you would be surprised because it seems more like THEY were the ones who went for their attachment.

Mum, especially, was so excited and kept asking me redundant questions that I couldn't concentrate on the TV so I told her politely to shut up and she laughed and said she was so nervous and had been already thinking of asking me these questions the whole day.

When I told them about me going with the team to Thailand, they nodded their head. But next day, I overheard Mum telling my Aunt over dinner that my dad was worried and actually planned to go to Thailand with my mum to accompany me there. WTF!

I wanted to burst out laughing and crying at the same time. Laugh because they are so ultra-worried, and crying because I'm so touched.

That feeling is so blardy horrible. May none of you ever have to go through that.

Having not touched my computer the whole day because I was at work, I was eager to check my e-mail and chat on MSN to exchange our SIP happenings with my other TP-mates.

Oh and by the way, talking about e-mails, I realised something really cute about the people at work. Even if you were sitting directly opposite each other, they won't talk to you verbally. They would email you instead and 'talk' to you through emails. I love this new style of communicating. I love e-mail. The person who invented it should receive some great award or something.

Anyway! Checking E-mail!

I found out that Manda sent me a super over-dued e-mail of the day where all of us brought our dogs to Sentosa.








Yes. That lovely day. By the way, the Lab whose a$$ is in the picture is called Chocolate. A female labrador who is very interested in Kilo, who, however, is very interested in in Tinker, who, however, is very interested, instead, in Chocolate.

Complicating stuffs.

There were a couple of other photos too, which I won't add because I looked super ugly in them. Imagine Cindy being 100 years old, white hair, grumpy face, pale complexion. Yea, I pretty much looked like that in those photos so I won't terrorise and strike fear in your hearts by uploading it here.

But as I was going through the mail, I saw this photo that made me laugh and snort so hard that.... Wow! There was blood all over my keyboard! Again! Twice in two weeks! Thrice in 2 months! A hundred times in........ Just kidding. Maybe it's time to see the doctor about it to get a stop-plug or something.





You would have seen this pic earlier if you had visited Manda's blog too. But Melia was eating something in front of my little boy that caused him to drool like that.

Love you all TP-ians! I miss every single one of you SOOOOOOO much!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 6:39 pm

Dewy The Heartbreaker

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Suddenly that word remind me of the Mariah Carey song.

I was surprised that Gary didn't cry manz. The dog had been with him almost half a month before passing over to me (thanks again, Shaozong!).

No crying, no emotional breakdown. I was half-expecting and mentally preparing myself for a emotional parting between him and the dog. Apparently guys are more good at controlling tears.

Maybe I'm just an emotional wreck. Whatever. But last night Jack (not my couz) called me and say Dewy's new owner could collect the dog anytime this week, I was like breezily saying "Ok."

Hung up the phone. Then I said to my mum "Ok. We found a new owner for Dewy already. And that person's parents agreed to take in the dog also."

Mum was glad. Not that she hated Dewy. Everyone loved Dewy, except my 3 dogs (believe it or not, Kilo himself was super irritated. Dewy kept stealing his food, drinking his water, and worst of all, kept trying to bite off his ears).

She volunteered to fetch the dog over immediately. I said ok. Then I went to cut my toe-nails. So irrelevant right? I know.

Then I started crying while cutting my nails.

Can you guys actually frigging imagine how pathetic I was. Where got people cut nails and cry at the same time one!

Cindy is such a failure!

This kind of thing also worth crying about. The dog had been with me for less than a week for gawd's sake! Imagine what if it's Chubby that I'm giving away. I would have flung myself over the top of a building, specifically Straits Trading Building, for convenience sake (cos that's where I got attached to, duh!).

Ok. Once again my friends, Dewy the silly little cute bitch. Wonder when will I post her photo here again:









Dewy in her best I-Look-Like-Bingo impersonation.





I must mention this. The first day Dewy came over, she slept on my bed. Curled into a little ball on my blanket. What a cute sight. I slept beside her too because I was so tired (that day woke up so early for SIP Launch). When I woke up, I realised she wet my bed in her sleep. WTF! I thought only human babies pee in their sleep!






Dewy's best-taken photo. Hard to take good photo of a dog who is all black (and can camouflage very well in the dark). Nose black, eyes black, fur black.

Gimme awhile to gather my feelings. I'd talk more about the school's internship attachment tomorrow or.. well, pretty soon. Meanwhile, don't mention the above dog to me anymore. Unless you want me to cry in front of you, which, I'm telling you, is not a pretty sight.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:04 pm

That is MY PEN!

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Hi. This is a very pissed Cindy typing a blog post right now.

She can't find her silver pen. Actually, it's been lost for almost a month already but she did not bother to make noise about it.

She only realised how pathetic it was when she had to do her Calculus paper IN PENCIL like a Primary school kid, as well as fill out her personal particulars in the SIP Attachment booklet.

You know how Anger Corp works. The more you think about the thing you lost, the angrier you feel. The more I think about how I walked around in Popular looking for a CHEAP refill, (and eventually had to buy a stupid Parker one) the more murderous I feel.

My pen is EXTREMELY recognisable because: it is NOT branded. It is NOT expensive. And no, it does not have her name engraved on it anywhere.

However, if you find that in your pencil box, there (miraculously) appeared a silver pen, out of nowhere, then my guess is that it is MINE.

RETURN the fugging thing to me!

Or.. if weeks and weeks ago, you saw a silver pen lying somewhere on the floor etc, yet did not bother to ask anyone "Whose pen is this?", don't let me find out because I am gonna kick your gawd*mn scrawny a$$ so far that if you're a TP student, you would get yourself into ALOT of trouble since you won't be able to come back in time for your attachment.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:19 am

You dio what?

Monday, September 19, 2005

"You dio what?" 3 simple words.


Ask that in a hospital, and the person will tell you what sickness/disease it was that landed him/her in hospital.

Ask that in a prison, and the person would tell you what crimes he/she had committed that had put him/her behind bars.

Ask a guy who is going to be enlisted (or already in army) and he would tell you what PES or what camp etc he had gotten in.

But....


Ask that in TP today and the student would tell you the location of his/her attachment.

Hahaha, lame I know.

I remembered Xiang once asked me, "where/what is your dream workplace?"

I didn't reply him straightaway "pet shop!". Yes, believe it or not, I DIDN'T answer him with that! I told him my dream job would be at Shenton Way. The places where (I think) only the capable (in)famous companies are able to (afford to) locate.

Tra la. I got my wish. My attachment landed me with a company at Raffles Place. I won't say where. I don't know whether it's allowed to be mentioned in the first place because these days there are JUST too many Singaporean bloggers getting themselves charged. I think I'd rather play safe.

Oh yea, and I also heard before of this blog by a air stewardess. She had posted photos of herself wearing the company's uniform. I think she also badmouthed the company abit because she received letters from lawyers asking her to shut down her blog or else... Or else I also don't know what is going to happen.

Blame it on my short attention span.

Thus, you can say that my reluctance to reveal the company name was actually so I can badmouth it. Haha! Just kidding!

I'm going in there for the next 11 weeks with an optimistic mindset. Positive Visualisation, folks!

Gawd I'm hungry! Any food?

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:23 pm

UN World Summit 2005

Saturday, September 17, 2005

It's now 17th. I think the UN World Summit was held 14-16th.

Well, this photo above was splashed on Straits Times WORLD. Guess what was my first reaction??

I think it's also the first reaction of many people. I immediately started looking for Singapore's very own Xiao Lee.

Believe it or not, I can't find him. Didn't help that the photo quality was quite *BLEARGHHH!! CHOKES! gASP!*.. and the faces of all 170 world leaders were pathetically tiny almost to the point of being unrecognisable. Add to that, no matter how many websites I searched online, there was no bigger/clearer photo!!!

I stared at the pic, squinting my eyes for the next 10 minutes. Still no sign.

I saw Malaysia's PM Abdullah, Philippines' president Arroyo, Thailand's PM Thaksin Shinawatra.. Where is Lee Hsien Loong?!?!

According to my lousy speculation, I would have thought Thaksin and Lee Hsien Loong were situated close to each other as I ASSUME they were very close to each other, judging by the way Thaksin had very sportingly driven our PM to lunch himself (to hell with bodyguards!! Nah, I'm just kidding!).

Nah. I was wrong.

Since he doesn't seem to be anywhere in the photo, I can only deduce that he was the photographer of that photo.

Well, either that or he must be the poor dude who was in charge of setting the timer on the camera and didn't have enough time to run back to join the other 169 leaders.

And then I waited and waited till the news tonight. I was right. Our PM wasn't there AT ALL. In fact, it's our DPM, S. Jayakumar who went!

And by the way, remember this peepz, our DPM is Jayakumar. REMEMBER THAT! I recall somewhere in my memory that someone asked us, "Do you know what's the name of our president?" "Nathan!" we replied.

"Do you know what is the name of our PM?" "Lee Hsien Loong!" we replied.

"Then do any of you know who's our DPM?" "........" we replied.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 4:02 pm

Flash to share..

Friday, September 16, 2005

Nothing much. Just thought that some of you would like to see this FLASH VIDEO. It.. well, doesn't really make sense (to me), but it was so ..bewitching that I watched it a few hundred times.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 9:31 pm

When I was young..

I think it is my duty to let all of you know that when it is the holidays and I'm always rotting at home, I tend to remember the past and recall the stupid/great/smarta$$/wonderful/childish things I did or thought of.

When I was young, I always thought that Prince Charming would always be a real Prince, on a white horse.

Might have been influenced from the way the Chinese language put it as Bai Ma Wang Zi, meaning White Horse Prince.

When I got gradually older, I realised the only horse you can find on the road is a Ferrari. Well then, it'd have to be a white Ferrari.

Then, believe it or not, when I was 8, I started to like Andy Lau. It lasted for a a few years until one night I dreamt of him. It was a stupid dream. We went on a date and all, and then as he sent me home (by foot, not in White Ferrari!), he asked me when was I free to go out with him again.

Don't say I'm shameless to dream about him trying to date me out because I can't control my dreams!!

And then he kept asking and pestering me for the next date that, ta daaaaaa... I woke up and stopped liking him altogether.

Gawd, I miss being young!

I used to live at Jln Labu Manis and St Patrick's Rd area. Both houses had their own garden, and I loved doing somersaults and cartwheels around in the grass.

I feel really comfortable in the grass. It was those carpet grass kind, so I never have to worry about scraping my knee or whatever when I fall down.

But there was one really dangerous thing about playing in the grass.


Dog poo.


Yes. Did I forget to mention, I had a dog tied in the garden. A German Shepherd to be exact. I was quite afraid of him though he kinda 'watched' me grow up.

Hello!? I'm just a child and he's a reallllly biiiiig dog to me.

But generally, Bingo was one hell of a dog. A very good guard dog who would only watch me quietly from under the shade whenever his little Mistress acted like a stupid monkey doing all sorts of (attempted) hand-stands and such in the garden.

Wow. I miss Bingo.



Bingo & Snowy

It's really stupid. I was never close to him at all. He was just always there. Sort of like a sofa in the living room, but of course he's a living thing, I know.

But there are occasions where we let him off his leash. We actually let him off his leash every night so he could run around and guard the house. But on occasions we let him loose and also hang out in the garden to play wif him.

So there Bingo was, running around, ecstatic because everyone was there in the garden with him.

I was also there standing timidly around my parents and brother (remember, Bingo is huge!).

Suddenly, the blardy dog just jumped at me. Well, more like a playful pounce. He skipped towards me in a playful manner, and put his two front paws on my shoulders.

Arrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.............

It was like slow motion as I was going down (and subsequently landing on my favourite deliciously soft carpet grass).

And then when I realised what had hit me, my entire face was covered in dog saliva as the stupid dog licked my entire face. I could vaguely hear in the background my parents laughing their heads off while shouting (without effect) "Bingo! No! Get off!" Pinned under the dog, I couldn't even move an inch except scream and shout and cry, all at the same time.

I don't know what's so funny about it but it felt like eternity before someone pushed him off of me.

I was traumatised. Severely. I was scared of dogs ever since.

What? You think that's stupid?

Well, let me tell you what's stupid.

What's stupid is people claiming they were scared of dogs JUST BECAUSE some stupid pea-sized dog like the Chihuahua had chased after them before, threatening to nip their ankles.

I got.. insulted.. by Bingo and yet here I am today, living with three dogs under the same roof with one of them fighting for my pillow with me almost every night.

And no, obviously I'm NO LONGER afraid of dogs. I love them. So much, I can't live in a world without them.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 5:38 pm

Hi! *Waves*

Thursday, September 15, 2005

I'm not sure whether I've mentioned this before. I have this super tendency of mentioning things more than once. Who cares right? I type what I want. You read how much you choose to.

Ok, this incident happened when I was guiding a group of students, from Sembawang Secondary through the school's Openhouse and its huge flurry of activities.

I saw Melissa, a really good friend back when I was a Newbie in Temasek Polytechnic. We got to know each other through our Psychology CDS.

"Hi!" I smiled and said to her as we met head-on along the crowded corridor, so happy to see a good ol' friend again. Mimicking my expression, she did the same thing of 'eyes widening in recognition' and a smile spread through her face, and she said 'hi!' back to me, equally enthusiastically.

Soon as she did so, she put her hands to her mouth and said "Oops!"...

As I walked away from her while asking the students to "Stay together peepz! Stay together!" I overheard 'Melissa's' friends behind her asking "Who is she?"

"I don't know! Hahahaha!" I heard her reply.

Thank gawd I had already walked away because no one saw my red face. That girl so seriously looked like Melissa, but I should have remembered that Melis was on her school attachment for that whole school term! OMFG!!

That night online, I saw Melis and messaged her.

Ciin says: Hihi!!!

Ciin says: Did you come to school today?

Melis says: Nope. I'm having attachment la! U forgot?

Ciin says: ...... Shit. I think I waved to the wrong girl!!

Melis says: Oh, I've heard about it. Alot of people's been telling me this freshie looks JUST like me!

Ciin says: Creepy

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But apparently, having a identical twin who looks like you in the same Polytechnic is quite a normal thing.

One semester later after that super embarassing episode, I was happily eating away at Biz Park, the canteen of Business School when suddenly Shaozong, who was seated opposite me said "Sis! That freshie super look like you! Even look like you when you were in Year 1!!"

I replied, nonchalantly: "Heard about it. Keith said something about it to me before."

I looked up to see a girl, who, in no way, look like me. Not because I find her ugly or pretty or whatever. I mean, imagine you're Jennifer Aniston and someone comes and tell you that you look like Angelina Jolie *rolls eyes*.

I didn't really catch a good look of her though. It was quite some distance away. So I left it at that.

And then months and months later, Rahim messaged me online.

Rahim says: Hey, I got to know this girl from Year 2 (or 1? Can't really remember) who looks like you!

Ciin says: Wow! I'm impressed! Then do you think she's pretty?

Rahim says: ......Is that a trick question?

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Subsequently, he started telling me all about the details of the girl, name, particulars, vital statistics, etc etc and even sent me her photos. Upon inspection, I still completely deny that we look alike. Ok, probably the only similarities, besides having 2 ears 2 nostrils, a mouth, 2 ears etc, was that we both have black hair and brown eyes. Right!

In case you're still waiting and thinking that I'd put up her picture here get it from Rahim yourself, you lazy !@#$%.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 5:47 pm

I Love Ikea!!!

Have you received your Ikea 2006 Catalogue yet?

Upon getting mine on Monday, I immediately went down on Tuesday.

With Amanda, my shopping kar-kee. Yin usually would go with us on such excursions to homely places such as Ikea too, but ever since she got together with her Malaysian boyfriend, well, let's just say she's busy boosting the Malaysian economy.

I bought so many things. A toilet shelf, a stainless steel dustbin that I'm super proud of and keep trying to refrain myself from polishing (it's SO reflective that I get a kick out of seeing my own face on it!!), as well as a new lampshade that looked ridiculous on my lamp.

My lamp is like sooo tall, and the lampshade is so small. Imagine a giant with a very small head. Eeew. But then again, due to budget constraints, I couldn't get the prettiest or the bigger ones. Guess this one would just do. Well, it is not THAT ugly after all, um.. right?



Wow. Don't know why but the photo turned out real nice. Oh well...

As a result of this extensive Ikea splurging, I have spent every single cent of my week's allowance. Not really every single cent, if you want to count the remaining 10 cents in my wallet. :(

So, I would also like to apologise in this blog post to all my TP-mates. I know some, most, if not ALL of you from the East side have been coming down frequently to *ahem* 'our' territory in the North East, but so sorry I was acting like such a stupid spoilsport who kept declining to go out.

Anyway, there's one more thing I bought that I feel is such a cutesy little thing. No it's not a new pet *rolls eyes*.

It's a new plant! Yes! Cindy has decided to go green! Do you know Cindy has also started to eat vegetables lately? Cindy's Mummy says it's good for her skin and a very good way of getting rid of pimples (especially a particularly stubborn one!). However, Cindy has also discovered that eating vegetables is so NOT the way to lose weight. She's gained 4kg in like.. two frigging tiny weeny pueny weeks!!??

*horrified facial expression*

Alright, okay, so I was supposed to be talking about the new cutesy little plant that I bought. Here it is.



Cute isn't it? The blardy frigging metal pot costed me another amount and so did the blardy frigging chair the pot is sitting on. Sometimes I think when you buy something you actually end up spending MORE than you ask for.

Need another example, FINE! I'd give you one. I bought a stupid electric kettle to put it in my room, so that I could heat up the milk and feed it to Popiah every few hours as new kittens need to be fed like every 4 hours or so.

Unfortunately, as we all know, Popiah died after being with me for less than 12 hours. It is not my frigging fault that the kitten was abandoned and just too young to survive alone without Mummy Cat. I think female cats ought to be called bitches in this case. Such a bitch to leave your kid out to die by the road in the frigging rain.

Gawd, talking about it makes my blood boil all over again.

Ahh.. so well, Popiah died. Too late, Cindy had already dumbly bid for the electric kettle using the BUY PRICE on Yahoo Auctions. I wanted to fulfil my obligations as a responsible bidder so I went ahead to buy the kettle (thank you Daddy Mummy for fetching/accompanying me there).

So there, because of Popiah I bought electric kettle. But that wasn't all. Since I had already bought the damn kettle, I may as well make full use of it. I have a weird love of drinking Chinese tea. I love the bitterness of it. I like to savour that taste right at the back of my tongue. It tastes so.. deliciously bitter! What on earth am I saying! Ok, anyway, I ended up buying MORE things to make tea in my room. Clay cup from Daison, tea infuser from Ikea, not to mention tea leaves etc etc!

Gawd! I spent like almost $40 on everything just because of a stray cat who was with me less than 12 hours!!!

What a long example, but I hope you get my point.

Ok, let's talk about what happened today. Um... nothing happened. Manda came over and I gave her a little baby that my aloe vera plant had just 'given birth to'. What is the word for plants that have babies around them? Reproduce sounds so.. alienated. 'Given birth to' sounds good :D Life! Live! Breathe!

Being the very-good-at-screwing-up person that I was, I plucked the baby plant so hard that it came out.. without the roots. Actually it had no roots, since it was still so tiny and still living off its mother plant. I guess it would still survive though, since aloes are such hardy little darlings.

There is also a stupid thing that happened today. Years ago, during halloween period, I was out with my R10 buddies when we came across this little section of Suntec City. They were selling Halloween decorations, and since Halloween was LOOONG over, and Singaporeans don't.. really.. celebrate Halloween, they were having this super mega-sale. Everything was going for so cheap.

I..can't..resist..sales!

I brought home a stupid spiderweb decor (made of cotton-like material) with two rubber spiders on it.

Now, the spiderweb is long gone. I had thrown it away because it was SEVERELY collecting dust. But the spiders I kept because I thought it would entertain me once in a while by scaring new visitors who came into my room. Unfortunately, no one so far had freaked out or pee-ed in their pants when they saw it. Oh come on, guys, feedback to me, do my spiders look SO FAKE!!??

It was placed, one on my TV, the other somewhere on my computer table. Having bought the new cacti plant from Ikea, I placed the computer table spider on top of it. And then forgot all about it.





As I was yawning just now (I love to yawn, in case you haven't noticed), I was enjoying it and closing my eyes and stretching. When I opened it again, I came face to face with a horribly looking insect on my new plant.


I almost fell off my chair.





Gawd! Such jokes could kill! Thank goodness I have a strong heart!

I am so going back to Ikea next week. Tuesday I guess, right before SIP starts. Manda has confirmed that she will be coming with me. Anyone else wants to join us too? Let me know through the tagboard k?

There is this stupid softoy there that has made me think about it all day and night. It's a..............

Frog Prince!

I'm so going to go back there, buy it home, and kiss it every single day!!!




See, I'm so sincere about getting it that I even took a photo of it! It's now my computer's wallpaper, my hp wallpaper, I even stuck it on my bedroom ceiling so that whenever I lie on my bed, I would be able to see it and remember that I'm supposed to (die die) get it! *Evil laughter* Qing Wa Wang Zi.. wo lai le!!!

Ok, I sound so evil like I'm some bad witch in the story who's gonna kidnap the frog prince..

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:05 am

My Tuition Teacher

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Excuse me. It's my PMS mood these days. Probably explains the reason for typing this post and my previous Jerk-related post. I'm like bitching about people non-stop, haha!


So right now, I shall blog about another person who is as bitchy as me. My tuition teacher. Except I'm a bit worse. I bitch about the bad parts of the person. She bitch about EVERYTHING under the sun (especially about her own students).


When I was young, I sucked at Mandarin. Mum says it is the funniest thing on earth for a Chinese to not know how to speak Mandarin (actually what she specifically referred to was PASSING the examination paper).


I think she must have talked to my school's language teacher before, because my then Chinese teacher always said "We all know or hear of ABCs (American Born Chinese, duh!) we don't know how to speak Mandarin. But do you know any angmoh who don't know how to speak English?"


At that time I felt very ashamed for being so poor in that subject. I was young and ignorant. But now I can tell you, YES, I know angmohs who don't speak English, or choose not to learn English, especially some French people. Dad says something like English is a low-class language to them and they would pretend as if they don't know what you're saying when you speak English to them. Duh! I hope it's not happening right now anymore.


Mum then got me a tuition teacher. Living dangerously close to me. Actually, practically in the same block!!!!


What a nightmare. Sometimes when you go out etc and you meet your tuition teacher, it's utterly embarrassing. What's worse, you meet your tuition teacher when you are out with your mother and then how good or bad you are, how you always don't do your homework etc gets known right there in the lift!


But I must say, Mrs. Wong, is one of the best tuition teachers I've ever had in my whole life. It's not about whether I get good grades after all. It's ENJOYING going to tuition.


I've been through many different tuition teachers in my life and I can say that manyh of them have succeeded in making me DREAD tuition.


I made a few very good friends while I was there. We'd fool around during the two-hour tuition and do stupid primary school stuffs like cutting up our erasers and shooting them all over the place until Mrs. Wong screams at us to stop. But she takes it all in her stride. She's never angry for long.


And she has this incurable hunger for gossip. She has a great many number of students, as well as a great many number of gossips.


I know it's not ethical or professional or whatever but it's kinda enjoyable to hear about so many different stories.


Like she used to tell us how this kid's mother calls her sometimes and they chat on the phone, and the mother told her that her kid has this kinda suicidal tendencies because she caught the little girl putting her wrist under the running tap and the water turning red, you know, things like that.


And when that kid comes for tuition, we'd like look at her in a different way. We don't talk to her much, because she changes her 'time slots' often. It's just that particular four of us that always have tuition together at that same exact time slot, week after week.


Then there was this other story of another girl, who, when she was still a toddler or something, her dad brought her to get a tattoo of a .. I think peach blossom or some flower on her back. Just a little one, of course.


It's things like these we talk in-between the tuition that makes the whole encounter interesting enough to make you look forward to coming back.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:13 pm

Cho's Birthday!

I think this is one of the last birthdays that I want to even TRY to organise in a pretty long time. I'm losing touch and screwing up most of the time. I shall now liberate myself of all organising party duties from all sides.

So yesterday we were celebrating for Chowei's birthday. As usual, he doesn't know what on earth we were up to. Val was supposed to act depressed and ask her good ol' buddy out while the rest of us got ready the surprise. And boy did I screw up.

We were supposed to meet at Sakae Sushi (Funan's) on Saturday, but since only a pathetic amount of people were able to turn up on Saturday, I suggested moving it to Sunday instead. Sunday at the Sakae BESIDE Capitol Centre.

Don't know which idiot suggested going to Sakae (actually we all know WHO but just want to scold him only).

Thus, come Sunday, a few were at the CORRECT Sakae while the rest went to the Funan one and wait outside and we all got frustrated when we couldn't see each other at all.

Imagine:

"Where you?"
"Outside Sakae!"
"Me too! I don't see you!"
"Well, I don't see you either! Where on earth ARE you!?"
"I told you! Outisde Sakae!!"
"!@#$% !!??"

Cut the crap. We decided to go to the Funan branch and were at Polar buying a Bugs Bunny birthday cake for him. We had just stepped out into the open on the ground floor, I was stating what a vulnerable and open position we are in when I blardy spotted Chowei walking towards our direction.

I shrieked, they heard, we all ran.

Of course, attracting plenty of unwanted attention from strangers, but as long as we didn't create so much attention that he saw us from afar (anyway, birthday boy graded us an A+ for remaining undiscovered!!)!

Somehow or another, we got seperated and were reunited at Sakae Sushi.

Yes, talking about Sakae Sushi, the Funan staffs there last night must have been thinking we were a bunch of crazy people. Walking in and out of the shop and NOT eating (those were our spies who were checking Chowei's whereabouts). Oh, and did I mention the constant ducking of heads on the table?






Alex and Shaoming eagerly(and hungrily) awaiting the SLOOOOWWWWW arrival of birthday boy




This was where I hid



A very uncomfortable place to hide, of course, but you have to admit it provides a great view of the shop entrance where the main characters will be entering.

Remember Val's birthday? Her birthday cake was a muffin with a 1cm candle. Hanyang's last minute plan was to make a really long candle for Chowei's birthday this time round. Three candles were scotchtaped together and stuck into the Bugs Bunny cake.

When the birthday boy arrived, he was not only touched by our loud singing of our birthday song (thank goodness only another couple were in Sakae at that time, other than the staff), he was also wow-ed over by the very impressive candle.






Wow!







Birthday boy's feelbe attempt to pose for the camera


Remember all of us were starving while waiting for the birthday boy and Val to arrive (they awfully took their own sweet time thanks to customers who purposely STAYED in the shop when they know it's closing time already).

The worse thing is not going hungry. It's when you ARE hungry and plate after plate of not-so-fresh sushi is whizzing past you on the conveyor belt.

But, alas, we had our revenge. We ate.....








And we ate...










And boy were we happy...




You know how supermarkets like Cold Storage and Carrefour etc, they always give you discounts at the Sushi section after 9pm because they want to clear the stock for the day?

Yes. I thought this type of theory ought to apply to Sakae Sushi as well. LoL! We were wondering and hoping but.. nope.. we ended up paying a cool $171++. :( Broke for the rest of the week!! I'm never going to eat at another Sushi joint again for a looong time (buffets excluded!)!!

Personally, softdrinks taste alot more better when I'm eating Jap food. Either it's because of the sticky rice that is making me very thirsty, or else it must have been the amount of MSG they use in their food?

But, let me pay tribute to a softdrink brand, modelling courtesy of Val.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 3:56 pm

Bizarro Comic Strip (Straits Times Life!)

Monday, September 12, 2005

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:59 pm

Jerk(s)..

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Ever wondered what is the dictionary's description of the word 'Jerk' (the HUMAN version)?

jerk

n 1: a dull stupid fatuous person

There are so many that we will meet throughout our whole lives, especially when you are a girl. I don't think guys call each other jerks right? They call them.. well, much.. worse names that I shall not type out.

So I shall recall three of my jerk stories.

Oooh, well, let me see...

Have you ever had those first few boyfriends while in secondary school? I think secondary school love are usually the first loves (primary school ones don't count!) in a person's life. Mine was a disaster, if you could even call it a relationship. Within a week I ended everything, with the guy threatening to scar my face the next time he sees me. Hell, he even resorted to calling me up a few times to REMIND me of that fact. I was so fraked out that I finally told my mum amidst tears and she brought me to the police station to make a report.


Needless to say, I stayed away from guys in general for a good many years! This resulted in Felicia telling me one day, when I was in Sec 2 or 3 I think, "I have this friend who asked me whether you are a lesbian."


Nothing wrong with being one, of course, but then if you are NOT and someone actually thinks you are, you feel.. quite.. sad, actually.


Next jerk is this guy from my secondary school. He's a senior, to put it in a more appropriate term. A waaaaay senior. I won't mention names although I had lost contact with every jerk that I mention in this post today (need I say why?).


He went steady with a really good friend of mine who was from my batch. I also don't want to mention names. *ahem* SHE knows who she is and she blardy reads my blog, according to what I know.


I was dead against both being together but, oh well, being the good friend that I was, I shut up and decided not to be a wet blanket. Who is to say that maybe 10 years later I would be the bridesmaid of this couple? Now I can safely say that I WILL NOT BE WITNESSING THEIR MARRIAGE since they're no longer today!!!


They didn't last over 3 months in fact.


I caught him cheating on my best friend.


Very dramatic, right? I never thought this type of sh*t could happen to me. And I have to tell her because it is my duty as a friend to do so. I had to admit that at that time, I kinda HAPPILY called her up and tell her on the phone because I was happy to prove that my judgement was so blardy gawdamn right! I had mildly hinted to her a few thousand times before that this would happen, especially when the guy has a 'history' of doing such things.


I was also very glad that my girlfriend didn't treat her whole relationship thing with him very seriously. Till today I don't know whether she was upset over it. When I broke the news to her, she was like laughing incredibly and saying "Are you kidding!? Are you kidding!?"


I guess she did get upset over it, behind my back of course. Every girl would. And then when she confronted him, he had the cheek to tell her that that girl I saw him with is his cousin. OMG, gimme a break! You were holding hands and like walking RIGHT in front of me. You also can't deny that the person I saw IS you because, dumb and blur as I am, I CAN FRIGGING WELL RECOGNISE MY BEST FRIEND'S BOYFRIEND!


..........


Ok. Let's go to the next jerk.


Also another senior of my school.


Now, this doesn't mean there are alot of jerks from Bendemeer Sec. Just happened that these 2 gave me were the most easily recalled from my memory.


I think it was those waiting-for-holiday kinda school period, where exams are already over and everyone's in those holidayish moods already. It was our habit to gather at someone's house after school, and this person would have to live near the school so that it would be convenient for everyone to 'find their way home'.


There were quite a few people there. Everyone was talking and laughing and joking while walking to said person's house. But when we reached there, it was a different thing.


The host suddenly locked himself in his room (with his girlfriend), doing gawd-knows-what (we all know what, actually), and the rest of us were sitting in the living room trying to find something to do, games to play or some sh*t to entertain ourselves. We eventually settled on cooking spaghetti.


I was quite pissed actually. Yea, I'm not a good host myself when I have many people over during parties, but at least I am OUTSIDE with the guests and rotting to the core WITH them. I don't entertain myself in my own room with my boyfriend and kick the rest of the people out, do I?


After his other guy pals had stood outside his bedroom door for half an hour, teasing at him to get out, he finally did walked out.


I told him angrily "This is your house. You shouldn't coop yourself in your room like that and leave us around outside like idiots!"


His reply, was classic "I didn't ask you to come."


I think my eyeballs popped out that instant and my jaws crashed onto the floor. Luckily a good friend was there to help me put everything back, and casually tried to change the topic to 'let's go check the spaghetti sauce!' etc etc.


I never went back to his house again.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:20 am

Dewy

Friday, September 09, 2005

This post is specially dedicated to a little stray dog (that is fortunately still alive at this very moment. I know sometimes my blog posts are dedicated to Deceased stray animals that I try to rescue.) called Dewy.

Where shall I start? Hmm.. Well, let me introduce Dewy, a bitch. As in a female dog. She's a few month old puppy. Um... Argh! Cut the crap! Here's photos:























Dewy has already been adopted by my very kind (ex)projectmate Gary. Let's hope he doesn't pamper the little bitch too much.

Oh well!! Why are all mothers so stuck-up about keeping pets anyway? <--Abrupt statement. Please ignore.

Dewy also got its name from Gary, who originally wanted to call it Dew. I thought it was a little too short for a dog's name so a 'y' was added to the back. Dewy is PERFECT! I mean the name, not the dog. The little bugger loves to wriggle herself into dark places to sleep. We had to move the whole sofa just to get her out (her head was stuck under the sofa).

When I reached home a little while ago, I also realised something in my house was also named Dew: My toilet roll...:












Also it is good to share with all of you news that the thousands of baby fishes that hatched in the pond. Ok, not thousands. More than 10, less than 20. And yes, it was the fishes in the pond that had given birth. Look carefully at the following photo and you might spot one or two babies (an obvious one near the plant!).








The fishes are all pretty tame too. I fed them bread and placed a chunk in my palm, and to my great delight, they all came swimming towards my hand, through my fingers, onto my palm etc etc just to nibble the bread. Such an awfully feel-good feeling.






The pictures look abit fake because the fishes are moving and blurred, while the floating water plants are stationary. Turned out as if the water-plants are image-computed.








While my full attention was with the little fishys in my hands, two shadows gathered beside me, looking on as I broke the wonderful delicious bread into pieces and scattered it into the water.







The 2 Shadows

I had gullibly placed the rest of the bread on my leg since I had only torn out a small portion for the fishes.

One of the shadows (hint: the whiter one) had actually crept past me and snatched the piece of bread from my lap and took off with it with Didi staring dumbly at me for bread.

Yea, may I know who are the ones who said Chubby is getting old and blind?

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:11 pm

Kharma

Thursday, September 08, 2005

A demonstration:


When you push someone...









Someone(or dog) pushes you back...




I have officially gotten used to my new lobster's name. And having it been with me for a little over a month now, I can also now say that it is safe, I am lobster-safe.

Ladies & Gentlemen, This.. is.. Cody...



Yea, a sweet little lobster that everyone who came to my house fell in love with, although some were for the WRONG reasons (meaning those who preferred the cooked version of it).

Of the long long lists of names of people who fell in love with it, were Manda and Alex who asked me to help them buy one too. I agreed.

But unfortunately when I went back to the shop (with Peizhen and Gary who valiantly accompanied me), Cody's brothers and sisters, yes, I assume they were siblings, were already soldout.

It's ok, I went to its rival to check out and realised they have lobsters. Huge ones, at that!

But however, Manda's words rang in my head repeatedly: "Get me the biggest! Get me the biggest!"

In case some of you don't know, Manda's previous terrapin was also bought by me. In order to thank me for it, she named it after me too, Cincin. Dumb name. Maybe it was cursed or something, but it didn't last long. Died a week or so later. Probably sick or something. It's hard for terrapins to survive these days because I also remembered during that period, Javier's newly bought terrapin died too.

Thus, the death of Cincin made Manda think that whatever is bigger and older has more chances of surviving.

However, unless you're there and saw the scene for yourselves, you would not believe how HUGE the lobsters were. Despite whatever she said on the phone when I called her, I still bought the 2 smallest out of the whole tank (the other one for Lex).

Smallest. . is this size already...








Cody is smaller than my palm, but look at this huge fellow (yet to be named), in proportion to my finger. It's like WOW!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 6:03 pm

End of Justice...

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Bao show :(

Yes. I know the last drama I was CRAZY about was that Korean drama Glass Slippers. But the show I'm crazy about right now is Young Justice Bao II.

I think I must emphasize the word YOUNG Justice Bao, because I noticed many people's jaws dropped to the floor when I told them I like watching Justice Bao show because of all the cute actors in it. Just in case some of you are not familiar with him, Justice Bao is supposed to be a really righteous (albeit OLD) dude who is not only a magistrate (sort of judge in a court of law) who also has to do investigative work and arguments (just like a lawyer).

Damn, I bet many people thought I was a little off when I insisted to them that Justice Bao is cute. It's the YOUNG one that this show is about!

Anyway, today's the final episode, and apparently less than 2 minutes into the start of this very precious and treasured last episode, it was commercial time. Something was awfully wrong with the sound effects (sounded very echo-ey) and the movements of the characters in the video. Think there's something wrong with the tape or film or whatever that show uses.

Also, I wanted to blog about the HUUUUUGE lobsters that I had helped Manda and Alex to buy, unfortunately the photos are not in this computer (mum's).

I guess I'd just have to do with good news for Singapore hotmail users. Guess most of you already know, our current miserable 2MB account (or 25MB account for some of you), are going to be increased to a cool 250MB soon!! WooooT!!!! Well, according to the official hotmail newsletter they sent me, it was claimed this change will take place by end of August, but now is ALREADY SEPTEMBER!! Never mind, on account that it is FREE, I shall be a little more patient.

Gmail users please don't come and hao lian your 1G(or MORE) account space. Honestly, no one uses THAT much.. or can they??

Wait a minute, talking about waiting for changes to take place, where the *TOOOOOT* is my Cartell student card! Like, I am already going to graduate from TP and they haven't send me my student card yet!!! Gawd! I swear they hate me.

Oh, and yeah, I thought you guys would like to check this out at the SPCA WEBSITE.

It's their list of animals for adoption, and one of the dog is named, what do you know; CINDY.

Yes. Named after me. Ok, at least it looked, well, kinda cute, so in a way I'm not very insulted, haha! Click HERE to see Cindy's photo.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:35 pm

Crainium.net

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

The webpage to go to for not only jokes, games but also ... well, almost everything else.

An example of one of the jokes they displayed:

If Bill Gates had a penny for
everytime Windows crashed...

Well, never mind - he already does.


LOL!!!

They rock. Check them out k? Cranium.net

Through their webpage I also came across this blog belonging to Michael Yon.

He's sort of a volunteery reporter who is 'hanging out'(think of it as a form of SIP school attachment, add more blood, violence, deaths and minus the salary) with a platoon/company/duno-exact-term called Deuce Four, in Iraq.

What struck me were the photos he took. Some were taken when the troops were hanging out with the children, some were taken even in the midst of action. Some sad, some happy. Why the fug do people blow themselves (and the people around them) up?










Teaching the children how to stand in line (it didn't work)
Photo from deucefourrecon.com.

You know, sometimes you don't need to even know those people to feel so awfully proud of them and what they've done for mankind as a whole.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:27 am

Notice: Luck Needed!

Monday, September 05, 2005

Yes. GOOD Luck, specifically, and lots of it!!

I was doing past year's exam papers for Calculus while watching Young Justice Bao on TV. Yeap, how else can you pay attention to revise?

The newspapers were right about our generation being able to multi-task after all!!

Well, came across some questions that I really could not do. Either I'm wrong somewhere (forgot to add a X here or forgot to put multiplication signs there), or else the sum is totally wrong because I just could not find the answers no matter what!

The thing about maths sums are the way sometimes you really do until you want to CRY. No kidding. And moreover the course manager had praised the blardy Marketing Calculus class(es) cos supposedly our results makes us the top few classes of the entire school. That's like WOW! You really know how to pressurize us.

Right, so everyone who is free enough to pray, please pray for me (whatever religon. I'm very 'open' when it comes to needing luck for exams).

Too bad this is an open-book examination so I have to bring my Caculus textbook along, otherwise I would have burnt it and mixed the ashes with water and then gulp everything down (That's what supposedly everyone did for O'levels).

BLESS ME!!! Ok, back to looking through sums and sums of meaningless calculations and numbers.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:56 pm

To Ban (husky) or Not To Ban?

Sunday, September 04, 2005

I didn't know it made such biiiiiiig news.

Recently some Alaskan Malamute died, apparently the owner didn't have the mind to give it water in SINGAPORE'S TROPICAL WEATHER. WTF!

Sure it is sad. Just like the many other abuse cases that are happening everyday in Singapore. As Gandhi himself once said, "The greatness of a nation can be judged by the way its animals are treated."

Wow, I've used this particular quote a hundred times from compositions to all my different blogs.

However, if you read Straits Times today, the frontpage news of the HOME section was about the case. Related authorities are considering banning dogs like the Husky, Malamute and one more (I forgot the name cos it sounded quite weird) since they are bred for countries whose climate include white cold things falling from the sky called SNOW and have thick DOUBLE coats even!

The paper also mentioned, other than aesthetics purpose, there is NO OTHER REASON anyone in Singapore would want to keep such a dog.

I would really like to find out what Ben has to say about this, since he's the secretary of the Siberian Husky Club (Ben, don't blame me if I got the club name totally wrong but that's the only local Husky-related club I could find.)

Well, at least I know Ben keeps his Husky in an AIR-CONDITIONED ROOM. Banning it feels so serious. But then again, banning it would only mean no more importing in. Those owners in Singapore could still keep theirs.

Haha, if I am the government or some influential big-shot, I would of course still allow Huskys to be in Singapore. I don't know why, I just will. But of course for owners who want to keep those particular affected breeds, I'd make ALOT of paperwork involved, that particularly includes the checking of owner's salary.

Why?

Hello!? They're going to have to keep the dog in an air-conditioned room 24 hours a day, 7 days a week! Of course you have to check their salary to make sure they can well afford the electricity bill!

And then you have to make sure that the left-overs of their salary after the electricity bill would be enough for them to buy the dog food. The owner can starve and live off instant noodles with tap water, I don't care. Let's make sure the dog feels comfortable, shall we?

I think huskys/malamutes and the likes are receiving so much attention because they're a nicer-looking bunch. Why hasn't anyone mentioned Shih Tzu (yes, Chubby's breed)?

It's also a long-haired breed that not only requires cooler temperatures achievable only in an air-conditioned room, you also have to groom it (twice a day!) as well.

I have to admit, I haven't been the best owner in the world when it comes to Chubby. He has tangles occasionally thus, every few times a year, we have to send him to shave completely bald so he also doesn't get skin diseases especially heat rash.





Yes, it's me, Chubby, and I'm bald.. AGAIN!


Huskys and co. CAN BE shaven bald too. We shouldn't ban them, we should just keep them hairless *flashes million-dollar smile*.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:15 am

Photos Repaired

Saturday, September 03, 2005

Photos for Kilo's Sentosa visit has been repaired. You can all see him drinking Heineken happily now.

And forget about the new family member thing that I mentioned in my previous post. It died last night. Too young I guess. I would like to appeal to all mother cats (not like they can read anyway) to please NOT leave your blardy kittens all over road-sides especially alone when it is raining, for there is bound to be someone like my bro passing the area and taking it home, and then there is bound to be another sister who takes care, or rather TRIES to take care of it and yet failed because the little bugger was just too young.

:(

To think I even wanted to name the little kitten Popiah because she looked so super cute wrapped up in the towel and all.








It's weird. Our family's affinity with neglected/abandoned animals.

I remembered I was Primary 3 when Mum brought home a pure white kitten with a green and a blue eye.

Till I was 9 years old, the cats I encountered were all strays and all superbly friendly with you (none of my relatives kept cats yet). Purring and rubbing themselves against your legs and all.

Snowy (not the one living outside Xiang's house!) was our very first cat then. She defied every sort of impression I ever had of cats. She was like that alien toy called Chucky.

Biting everything that moves including your hands, even to the point of making you bleed. Eventually, the only living thing she could honestly get along with very well, was Bingo, our German Shepherd, also the family's first dog to my knowledge.

Snowy was an offspring of my ex-ex-neighbour's cat. According to what my mum stated, they had alot of kittens.

I heard from my mother that we also used to keep a duck (waaaay before I was born) that would sit beside my grandma and grandaunt while they were on the floor peeling or sorting out vegetables.

I asked Mum what happened to it and they said "They killed it and ate it."

Riiiight.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:05 pm

Kilo's 1st Visit to Sentosa!

Friday, September 02, 2005

Among all my dogs, Didi is probably the best photo-shoot model, but that is ONLY because of his contrastinc fur colours. The real perfect dog to shoot (if you want to capture intense eye expressions)... is Kilo.

And this is him, a VERY HAPPY DOG in (Geof)Frey's car.









Perfect! My labrador is SOOOOO HANDSOME! .... He even knows how to pose for the camera!!!






Ok. I'm being so buey hiao bai here.

I was the first to get on the car with Kilo since Frey came down from further North and reached my house first. Chubby was being a super uncooperative son of a bitch that day. He insisted on entering the car when Frey reached and when we tried to catch him to lock him inside the house, he hid under my bro's car. Lovely dog I have there!

Kilo slowly lumbered into the car and rested in the position as featured above in the photo. He's such a cutey pie goody-2-shoes. Why didn't I pamper him more?

But that didn't last for long. Upon reaching Manda's place, where Manda, Melia, Jack and Tinker awaited, Kilo almost went berserk. He was pulling me unglamorously towards places where he could pee. And then he again went berserk upon seeing Tinker. He has this.. sexual.. um.. attraction towards little Tinker girl. That paedophile!

Let's cut short everything. When we finally reached the beach's carpark(after pondering over countless maps including the map of Sentosa), Tinker decided, right then and there that she wants to puke.

The car had JUST stopped. Melia (who was carrying Tinker), had just opened the door and was putting her foot out onto the ground when Tinker just BLEARGH all over the front car seat.

You know what was the worse thing? At that point in time, Melia was carrying her like a human baby, with Tinker's head over her shoulders. Thus, her back was all dog puke. Not exactly a great way to start your day at Sentosa.

As a result, everyone spent the first half an hour at Sentosa cleaning the puke as well as Kilo's shedding hair all over the backseat. I swore I combed Kilo's hair thoroughly like a maniac before boarding the car, but somehow he still shed SO much.

The rest of us were cleaning while Melia and Manda took turns to walk Tinker AND Kilo at the same time. It is no easy feat to handle two dogs that are constantly walking opposite directions to each other.

Now here's another photo of Kilo with that cutey and gleeful expression.






Is it me? Or is that dumb dog really smiling?

I think bringing a dog to Sentosa is much WORSE than bringing a baby out for shopping. There were 1.5litres bottles of water that we had to tug along, containers for the dogs to drink from, dog food and treats, dog towel, dog shampoo.. the list almost never ends. Plus, we also had to bring our OWN items since we, the humans, were going to bathe too.

Tinker and Kilo were at first, always on leash at the beach. But we soon let go of the dogs to let them walk about themselves when they kept tangling around each other.






My good friend Manda has all along, never really paid much attention to Kilo. Somehow, when Kilo entered the waters, he started smelling really nice and all (dog shampoo smell). Manda started really hanging out with the gentle giant and as you can see in the following pictures, they look great together. Um.. in the human and dog way of course.






Look at Manda laughing so happily














In case you can't tell, YES, Kilo is acting really lazy. He's just lying down
there and letting the waves wash over him.

One of the most hypnotising thing on earth is to just sit there and let the waves wash over you, over and over again until you feel like sleeping. Yea, even the dog felt like sleeping. See that cheeky fella lying down comfortably on Manda's knee (that was subsequently so sunburnt that it turned red and is starting to peel as I type).







Now we come to Tinker.










Unlike Kilo and the humans, who all love water.....



Tinker absolutely hates it. I was swimming near the shallow end when Tinker swam (more like splashed water) towards me and then CLIMBED ONTO MY FRIGGING BACK, using me as her boat. What a genius!

I went back to our 'camp' and took Kilo's towel, since I can't take pictures as well as swim at the same time. I decided that I'd just put the handphones and digicams near to the water on Kilo's towel, thinking that it could protect our digicam and phones from both the water and sand.

I was wrong.

A stupid bitch foiled my plans. Her muddy feet got all over the towel.




Why did she do so? I had just said: She hates WATER! Thus, the high-class dog decided that she would sit on the towel and enjoy the scenery while the rest of the water-loving 'idiots' enjoy themselves getting wet.







Of course, although it was a weekday at Sentosa, surprisingly there were quite a few other dogs as well. Mainly, Chocolate and Ronnie.

In fact, here's a pic of Ronnie, Chocolate and Tinker in respective order:



Chocolate, as you can see, is like the exact photocopy of Kilo (minus the head. Hers was alot more sharper). Yes, Chocolate is also a female. However, Kilo STILL paid more attention to Tinker than Chocolate. My guess is that Choc had already been neutered.

Chocolate possesses a great love for water. An obvious Retriever trait. Unlike Kilo who walked into the water as if it's the most ordinary thing to do on earth, Chocolate cheongs into the water headfirst and swims around with the owner. Ok, not JUST the owner but everyone. Apparently, seeing Tinker and Kilo, she was so happy that she ran about the beach like a rabid dog and almost knocked me off my feet a couple of times.

Ronnie, the little black one in the photo, is a much more interesting character. He approached because of his interest in Tinker (why am I not surprised?). However, Kilo was sticking to Tinker like a bodyguard and Ronnie almost bit Kilo in annoyance a couple of times. But it's all in good fun, he didn't really bite down hard. Lots of growling but no real teeth, if you get what I mean. In fact, Kilo was always following Tinker around that many people asked us whether Kilo is Tinker's Dad.

Ronnie's owner was quite in love with Tinker as well, and tried to take a pic of both dogs. However, it was near to impossible to picture two dogs sitting together on a beach.

This was the end result, and the best she could do:







Another very good photo courtesy of Cindy Lim's superb photo-capturing skills, hahahaha!





From left: Chocolate, Kilo & a running-away-from-stalker Tinker

By a stroke of good luck, there were guys sitting near to our 'camp' who were sun-tanning. They then bought a bucket of ice filled with bottles of Heineken beer, and were drinking and tanning at the same time. Metrosexuals who really know how to enjoy life. Lucky *toots*.

Anyway, why do I say good luck... No, they didn't provide eye candy. We were far too busy with the dogs to notice their faces, but I would like to thank them for buying the Heineken beer. . . Why?








That's why...





Lucky dog
Don't worry, Kilo wasn't drinking the leftover beer after the dudes left. He was drinking the melted ice in the bucket that was still icy cold.








The new poster boy for Heineken



End of the day, humans and dogs were tired out.







Coming up soon: New family member!!!

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