It's a fact that some big fish eat smaller fishes.
Especially when Big Fish is YOUR pet fish.
I bought a packet of small fishies. However, it's not for my Big Fish since I don't own one.
It's for this little bugger called Oscar Lim.
Now, all of you remember darling Oscar don't you?
I learnt that when buying fishies home, do not place them in little container that Oscar has access to.
It's like watching Oscar eating up a $2 note right in front of you within seconds.
He eats fast. And he eats Alot. And he swallows food without chewing. I think those fishes are still swimming around in his stomach.
Worst of all, I think those fishies didn't even know what hit them. Poor fishies. Idiot Cindy who bought those fishies.
At least while those fishes are with me, they get to eat more food.
Next. I've been receiving 'complaints' that the previous blog post was so sad and heart-wrenching. Well, THAT.. is the idea isn't it? TO make all of you walk up to your dogs, remember their existence, and give them their well-deserved kisses and hugs.
On the way home from work today, as Dad wasn't home and Bro was out, Mum couldn't fetch me from Serangoon. I decided to walk home.
As most mothers would, she came out to meet me halfway. But not alone.
Didi was with her. And the horrible dog was like a crazy prancing pony. Giving me that stupid wide doggy grin, and when I screamed "Didi Lim!!!" and stomped towards it with my hands in the air, he galloped off.
Yes. He wasn't on leash. Yes, I know that is not a wise nor safe thing to do.
But we were so near home!! Besides, he was too engrossed with running away from me to even try to bite anyone else. Honestly, can all of you tell me, am I THAT scary and hard to get along with?
Joanna didn't come to work today. It felt weird. There was so much less sounds of laughter. Wobbly Legs tend to make silly errors that results in her laughing at herself. So you get what I mean when I say she laughs alot.
It also felt weird when Charmayne was 'missing' after she resigned since whenever we had to OT, she would pretend to play an imaginery violin and hum this really classical sad tune that olden dramas always play in the background.
It also felt weird that I am sitting at my new place with the rest of the department, not that it is a bad thing. It just feels weird. No more isolated cosy Conference Room. No more Ariel walking up and down the office telling me to "Update the number of delegates! Update the number of delegates!" now that even she has left.
And (temporarily) no Whey to say "Nowadays the intern ar... *shakes her head*" or Monica who doesn't dare to touch the bunch of A4 papers that I sneezed on (and I wonder why, tra la la la).
Soon, after this Friday, there'd be no more me with, according to Ginny and Joanna, my jaw-dropping facial expression whenever you tell me something. I can't help it. It's just a natural reaction for me to open my mouth and go "Huh?" no matter what you are telling me.
Then next would be no more Ginny with her Packing Queen status. If ever she has a logo of herself, it would be an image of her with a trolley.
Oh and do you know today, when I accompanied Ginny to go to the 3rd floor storeroom, she had already prepared the trolley (Ok, push-cart, whatever you call it) and it was right along the corridor.
Since she was walking in front of me, I naturally thought she would push it.
She walked towards the trolley, and at the last minute say "Cindy you push!" and just walk past it. As usual, my jaws dropped. It's hard to explain because you have to see it to get my meaning.
She was like nose in the air walking and "Cindy you push!", and walked towards the lift. And I'm went "Whoaaaaaaa!!! Why you like that!" We couldn't stop laughing.
Soon after that would be no more Melanie. Mel loves dragons. Dragon bag, dragon watch, dragon this and that. So I asked her one day whether she was born in the year of the dragon. She said "No. Year of the Mouse." Joanna and I almost fainted from laughter. Ok, I think she might kill me tomorrow cos I just revealed her age. =X
Anyway, since she loved Dragons, we started calling her Lee Long Nu (derived from her surname 'Lee', and 'Xiao Long Nu', a character from the popular Chinese 'Return of Condor Heroes' novel).
And I won't go on cos there's no one else who's leaving. . .
HAHA! I just typed 'there's no one else who's living'. I think Siti, Angie, Wendy and Samuel would MURDER me. More like Sity and Angie since both are the ones who knows about this blog.
I always forgot to mention this. But since we were packing and unpacking stuffs to find out what those dusty boxes contain, our current office fashion is to have a roll of tape as your bracelet, and a penknife and market stuck in your backpocket.
It was stupid. As a word of caution to all of my dear readers, remember, ALWAYS test whether the marker's cap is tight before you put it in your blardy pocket.
Because I didn't check, I also didn't realise that the cap dropped out. As a result, my beautiful clothes were filled with random black marker drawings all over, from my white spag to my favourite of all favourites yellow jacket.
Which led to Whey and Ginny to not only say "Who on earth wears a yellow jacket!?" but also to start calling me Tweety Bird. It's a baby yellow jacket. Not those bright and loud ones that used to be the most IN thing in the world (remember ten thousand years ago the Giordano jacket craze?).
Shaozong, now I know how you feel like whenever we called you (or your car) Tweety.
I shall stop calling you that. Promise!
......
Kidding! MUAHAHA!
Everyone had a penknife and black marker in their backpocket only during packing of stuffs. Angie forgot to take out the penknife from her backpocket.
So hours later, when Mel, Angie and I were talking about some random ATF stuff, Mel said to Angie "Hey, why do you have a penknife stuck in your butt?"
Angie's reaction was classic. She was screaming ArrrghhhH!!! And was on the verge of running about trying to 'get away' from the penknife.
"Where!? Where!?!?" she almost screeched.
"Pocket la!" Mel said.
I didn't understand the reaction until I got a deep paper cut the following day which bled alot but didn't hurt as those surface papercuts. It was weird because I only saw the cut when the blood was like one red-coloured tic-tac sweet on my thumb. Joanna said something like sometimes people don't even know they got really bad cuts because the pain is not immediate, which explains Angie's reaction.
But.. I still believe one's butt is more sensitive to cuts. HAHAHAHA!!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:49 pm
HOW COULD YOU?? By Jim Willis, 2001
Monday, November 28, 2005
Ciin: Melanie tried to send this to me at the office. Thank gawd it didn't get thropugh, cos I would have read this and cried on the spot and boy, it wouldn't be a pretty sight.
Thus, comes my warning to you.. do not read this in public.
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.
Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.
I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides,stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose.loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."
You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you.You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us,of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room.
A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters.
Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a non-commercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.
Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:54 pm
3 Little Bears Song
Sunday, November 27, 2005
WHAT?
You mean you've NEVER watched Full House? Did you have your head buried in the sand like an ostrich? Or were you living on Mars?
That aside, one of my favourite part of the K-Drama, specially for all of you, my dearest friends/readers/both.
From our third year anniversary celebration. This further proves how much Good Jerk hates smiling for the camera.
Incredible right? Welcome to Cindy's Life (Alright, I know my dear colleagues find that phrase familiar).
That aside, today is a Sunday, and a VERY LAZY one at that.
No one seemed to want to do anything. In fact I was so lazy I didn't even eat my lunch because having to chew the food and swallow it down is such a chore!
To make up for missing thid year anniversary photos (In all honesty, I actually took some of Xiang but he threatened to sue if he sees his face here.. Ok, he didn't), I used my expert photography skills *Alright, why are all of you coughing?* to capture the extent of Laziness that was bestowed on the Lim household on this wonderful Sunday.
Even the normally alert Didi is lazily sleeping on my lap with Chubby guarding his rear end.
Kilo.. Need I say more? He's a naturally lazy dog
Had dinner today at my grandma's house. My maternal grandma, that is. Which means I got to see Yang Yang today. It's his first month and he didn't seem to have grown at all. Guess I'm too impatient. Well, ten years down the road the little one would be reading this and seeing that his stupid older cousin (cousinSSSS actually, includes Jack too) had splashed his baby photos for all the world to see.
I still haven't really gathered enough guts up to carry Yang Yang, because I keep having flashbacks* of me knocking baby Germaine's head into the wall when I was much younger.
(No, this seriously has nothing to do with TTG...)
Once upon a time, ABC Company was going to hold their Annual Dinner & Dance.
They sent an email to all their clients, asking them for presents to donate to their annual lucky draw held for all of ABC's employees, big and small.
And one of this message was sent to their Japanese client.
Now, ladies and gentleman, regardless of whether you will use this in future or not, remember that when corresponding with one from another country, a present is a present. A gift is a gift. A souvenir is a souvenir.
So when you want them to donate, call it GIFT(s), not PRESENT.
Because said Japanese client thought that the request for donation of presents was a request for the client's PRESENCE and has already replied happily to the email saying that "Yes, I confirm my attendance to your dinner & dance on *censored date*!"
Now, not only do ABC have to make up for their 'loss' present, they have to add in one MORE present to accommodate for their extra guest.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 7:58 pm
Talking about..
Black Pepper related foodstuff...
Apparently the black pepper stew I took a pic of in my previous post is still sitting in the fridge at the pantry.
Oh well, can someone please remind me to throw it away on Monday?
Yucks, can't imagine how on earth it would look like by then.
Gross out!
Sorry for pathetic short post. More pics tomorrow.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:21 am
In 1 half hour's time..
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Xiang and I would be wishing each other Happy Three Year Anniversary. Boy did we come a long way.
The secret to having a long relationship is to have quarrels. And lots of it. Please disregard whatever sh*t I say as I'm still too tired.
I hate blogs whose owners always complain that they are tired. Unfortunately now my blog is morphing into one of those.
Well, anyway, my dear Chen Weixiang, let's hope this is still the beginning of the long road of life we have to take together. Sure there may not be a thing called love. It's after all a sort of cultivated habit to have each other by your side after some time passes, but there should always have a model couple that every one of us look towards when we ask ourselves "Is there a thing called love?"
I don't know. But I would like to believe that.
My dearest Ah Gong & Ah Ma
63 (or so) years down the road and still together going strong. It started with Ah Gong asking me whether my phone can take pictures. Duh! We can't blame the guy for not knowing that practically EVERY phone in the world now can take photos.
But anyway, right before they took, Ah Gong said to Ah Ma in Hokkien "We must hold hands." and they did. And my heart was melting into a puddle of yummy black pepper beef stew that warms the entire body.
Black Pepper Beef Stew that I ate after work, AT work
And yes, before I forget, I promised to upload a picture of Judy, a colleague. Fairly for work-related reasons since everyone(project team only)'s photo is going to be added into the powerpoint.
I figured out the fastest/easiest way I could pass the photos on to my office computer is to upload it here. So here you go:
It's a pity that my photo won't be up *look sad here* because I'm not involved in ATF onsite *insert sad look here again* otherwise it'd be so much funner and nicer-looking on my resume.
Ok! Time to change to happier topics!
Remember the big bone that I bought for Kilo? If I didn't mention it before, well then I'm saying it right now! It's the one Chubby kept stealing?
Oh! What am I saying! Chubby steals anything and everything that I buy for ANY of the dogs!!
Oh well, anyway, I was playing the bone with Kilo after reaching home.
My cute little puppy was very happy and contented with the bone. Made me feel that every single cent I spent on it was worth it.
Taking time off chewing to pose for the camera
(Yes, I am aware of how scary the eyes look)
Whereas Chubby and Didi were kaypo-ing. Chubby, being old and all, couldn't really see me despite me being a mere metre away from him. It was also abit dark thus he can't see.
In this photo below, Didi is looking right at me while Chubby is still trying to look for me (after knowing that I'm back from sniffing out my smell).
And, yes, after dinner, Chubby decided to steal the bone. I'm still not exactly sure HOW to upload videos on blogs but since my Nokia takes videos with Real Player, I'm guessing it won't take long before I venture into video posts too.
This blog also provides substantial proof of why Chubby is 10000000x better at posing for the camera than Kilo:
Aren't Shih Tzus' eyes expressive? Do not be fooled by this cute face. It is actually Chubby's way of saying "F**K OFF! IT'S MY BONE!"
Chubby finally realising the enormity of his situation (and his lack of big paws).
But anyway, I took a video of Kilo. I threw the bone and in his haste to run over to fetch it, he.. FELL.. DOWN... Which, my dear friends, is just ONE of the reason why we cannot have him in the house with glass everywhere.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:30 pm
Danger Zone
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
That should be what the conference room should be called.
Somehow, while looking through the photos that we took in the office during lunchtime, I noticed how the background was always filled with box, box, and more boxes.
After eating at the pantry
Boxes from Travel Department
Boxes from our very own Exhibitions Department
I'm not sure whether I've mentioned before but the Conference Room that Joanna and I work in has now become the company's official Holding Bay.
And yes, we are moving to a new premise (don't know who I should thank because I am off SIP when THAT happens).
Apparently, it hasn't occurred to HR that we, the interns, are supposed to be notified of this.
Ok fine. As interns we don't have much to pack. Oh, I'm just in charge of a little tiny weeny baby event called International FengShui Convention that's all lor. Take up maybe few boxes only. NO need to tell me about holding bay what office move shit.
Please. Feel. My. Sarcasm.
Apparently, boxes have been moving into the conference room by the trolley-full ever since that email was sent (the interns didn't get it so we don't know shit until the boxes started coming in).
Okay fine. I won't complain. But you don't really expect me to shut up when the boxes are piling right behind us you know.
If we were to stand up too fast, and our chair were to go abit too far back...
Let's just say my next post will be typed in a hospital.
Well, that's not the only bad part.
It's been proven that when a person is hungry, anything and everything that the person comes in contact with would smell/look/taste like food. Especially blurred objects.
Well, I remember when I was hungry and Xiang was STILL playing pool despite me having shown my I-AM-PISSED-AND-HUNGRY look.
I stared at the pool balls on the table.
I think I slowly started to sink into some form of hypnotic state because even the white pool ball looks like char siew bao to me.
For real! It's all white with a red dot. Doesn't it look like a char siew bao?
And anyway, we're talking about the office move here.
Everyone's involved in the packing some way or another, except for super lazy people. And when it was near to lunchtime, I felt that the brown tape that we used to seal up the boxes really really smells like a certain food.
You wouldn't be able to guess.
Fish head curry.
*droolzzzzz*
But that resemblance is only noticed whenever I'm feeling hungry. Sometimes, being hungry can really drive one nuts in the office.
I tend to really use alot of tape when it comes to sealing boxes. This habit evolved from my packing at the Thailand event. Some of the cargo would be going straight back to our Singapore office, while the others would be stored at the warehouse and transported to Philippines for our next event.
As such, we have to make sure everything is sealed to perfection.
When Ginny saw some of my packed FengShui boxes, she said "Wa!! Not only a thief, even the owner of the box will not be able to open it!"
It affected me so much that now whenever I seal up a new box, I would be laughing to myself, which, of course, further enhances my reputation in the office as a mentally unstable person because some people already think I talk to myself (when actually I thought Joanna was in the room!).
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:42 pm
Tired Short Post
Monday, November 21, 2005
Stupid irritating advertising tags. I shall delete it whenever one appears here.
Quite tired since just came home.
No, my company wasn't that bad, I didn't OT till this time although I DID try before.
Oh by the way, Mr. Kelvin Ling is hao-lian-ing to the whole world.
In his exact words, or in his exact SMS message, he wrote: "Do you want to know why I'm god? Because I finish attachment on the 25th!!!"
In case you don't know, finishing attachment on the 25th makes him a free man one week earlier than the rest of the Marketing students.
I asked him why and how did he get early release and he said it was because the previous week he had done some real serious OT-ing, thus the early excuse.
Yea right bro, if TTG had that kind of priviledge, they would have released me immediately after I came back from Thailand.
Talking about my attachment brings me to something that happened today.
I was supposed to meet some *secret* girlfriends to do some *secret* things. We were supposed to meet at 7pm and I was doing OT.
Joanna, the heroine of the day (only ONE day ar) decide to help me out. Wait a minute, did I spell heroine correctly? Or is that the spelling for the drug? Or is it the drug and the girl-hero is the same spelling?
Oh whatever! Too tired to think.
Anyway, she decided to help me. I was doing some mass printing and she was helping me collate.
In short, we were supposed to end up with 6 piles.
Somehow, miraculously, she conjured up a seventh pile.
I soon found out why and how.
My master copy got mixed up inside too and I had to dig it all up while she was laughing her head off.
Oh, and what about this afternoon.
I was talking and walking when suddenly she said "Don't move!"
I froze in my tracks.
"White hair!" she declared and walked over.
I was about to tell her.."Make sure you only pull that strand and not a few together!" when ALL SHE DID.. WAS TO PAT MY HEAD to use my other hair to camouflage that white hair.
OMG!!
Naturally anyone would have thought she wanted to pluck it out, otherwise why did she tell me not to move!!!
And with that, let me end today's tired short blog post with a simple declaration.
I Love Nokia.
(Behind-The-Scenes)
Xiang, you too of course, now now, don't you get all upset with me.. aww.. come on.. you aren't that petty right. Xiang..? Xiang!... Hello?!!?
Chubby!!??
Chubby... Not you too!
Gawd! Men!! *rolls eyes*
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:02 pm
Back to Nokia
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Finally, after countless Sony Ericsson, I'm back to Nokia.
Still trying to get used to it.
Went Toa Payoh with intention of getting Samsung D500, then changed my mind to get the K750i, then changed my mind again to get a 6680.
In fact, I went Toa Payoh, THEN Pearl Centre, THEN back to Toa Payoh again. Wasted so much money on cabfare.
Since Xiang was the one who suggested, he gentlemanly paid for all the fares.
It's so treacherous, you know, the way some handphone shops work.
Keep telling me that the set is brand new and because the owner upgraded and sold the phone back to the shop for cash.
We tried to haggle. They refused to lower the price while giving us super obvious attitude problem. That I understand. It is brand new after all, they have all the right in the world to act arrogant with poor kids like us whose budget to get the phone is so pathetic.
Ok fine then. While haggling, the shop assistant got so fed-up, he just took the box, put it on the table and say "You check lar".
True indeed, it looked brand new. Earpiece still sealed and everything.
But the most important thing was the handset. We took it out.
At this point, I must tell all of you, Cindy Lim is a blind bat. She cannot see/spot minor microscopic scratches.
Fortunately, her handphone-perfectionist boyfriend can.
It wasn't a microscopic scratch I think. It was HUGE. It was such a dented mark on the phone I thought it was part of the design of the phone.
Anyway, I went another place and bought another secondhand one that is not only CHEAPER, but in BRAND NEW condition and with UNFILLED warranty.
What's the difference between the above criteria and a brand new set? ...
The price la!
Duh!
First photo taken at home with 6680, also the machine that will be in charge of providing visual entertainment in this blog for... well.. at the very least, the next 6 months (I hope):
PS: Ah Gong Ah Ma birthday photos! Anyone? Send me! Please?
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:49 pm
Ah Ma & Ah Gong's Birthday
Weird.
I remembered as we posed for a family photo (more like grand children and grandparents photo), we were showing our million dollar teeths at so many camera, so many flashes.. and yet..
I can't seem to find or receive ANY of the photos!
Which reminds me, Charmayne har! You owe us all alot of photos har!
This also refreshes my memory back to the night that I went out to eat a super late dinner with my dearest colleagues.
We had a meal at Sketcher's, a neat place at Bugis Junction, where you can design your own pasta, choose the ingredients etc etc. In fact, I think I want to go back there again for me and Xiang's 3rd Anniversary in.. OMFG.. Five days' time!!!
By the way, part of the reason why I like that place loads is that their pasta sauce had the option of Black Pepper Sauce *droolz*. Everything and anything tastes good with Black Pepper!
Ginny's very own creation of pasta came with green sauce that looked like one hundred types of vegetables were blended together and poured over her dish. It looked nice actually, except green food can only represent (green apple/honey dew juice OR) vegetables which I do not really like.
She then asked the most interesting question of the day. "I wonder after eating this my poop will turn green."
I laughed. At first. Then stopped. It was a disgusting thought and my pasta had just arrived. But she was still laughing away comfortably while my face was about to turn green.
Innocent Joanna heard our laughter and turned to us asking "What?" ... "What!?".. We didn't really want to answer her though. It wasn't a very good table topic to talk about.
So.. we told her to go read my blog to find out.
So here it is! You've finally found out! And thank goodness you didn't hear it that day.
Me with Innocent Joanna (aka Ms. Wobbly Legs)
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:03 am
Lucky Charm!
Thursday, November 17, 2005
I love the way Samsung marketed E350. Although one glance through the specifications confirmed that I would NEVER want to have the phone (VGA camera, BLEARGH!).. I was still interested and fascinated enough to click on it.
I think they are nicknaming the E350 as 'Lucky Charm'.
Such a sweet girly blingily wingily what-the-hell-am-I-typing-thingy.
Just thought I'd provide all of you with the chance to check it out HERE.
Also, today was Charmayne's last day.
We had lunch together and as the rest of us walked back to the office, we stopped in the middle of nowhere to chit-chat, which is a very typical thing to do for large groups of people who go out. We Love To Block People's Way WooHooooO!!
It was then that I took a few photos (that I can't upload because Hello.com is having network problems) so once again you'd just have to imagine the photos yourself.
At this point Ginny is going to !@#$% because I told her very confidently that she can get it from my blog. But.. Oh well... Guess it's fated.
La La La..
There are many complaints regarding the hello.com being down. People start saying this saying that, then there are people who come in to remind them that it's a free programme already so don't expect so much.
Then there are the pessimistic (or quarrelsome) people who had to reply back saying since it's free they should at least provide some better form of customer support.
Tsk tsk.. pessimistic people. Ajahn Brahm once said a story (I can't remember EXACTLY but it's something like this:
One day you come home to find that someone dump a super large big towering pile of shit right in front of your house.
(Remember I'm super unsure of these three points but the shit refers to the shit that happens to us in our lives)
1) It's not your fault 2) You don't know who do it 3) Since you don't know who did it you can't ask that person to come back and take it away
A pessimistic person will take the shit and put it into their pocket, into their shirt, into their undies, stuff it between their ears etc etc and then walk around with it.
Sort of signifies the way a pessimistic person takes their troubles and keep thinking about their own troubles, gloating over their own troubles.
Because this.... shit is all over them, they will find that their friends, even their best friends, and even their relatives won't even dare to come near you (obviously WHY la).
However, an optimistic person will take out a wheelbarrow and spade and all the necessary tools to shovel the shit away from their front door. It might take days, weeks or even years because sometimes you may only have strength and time to remove only one barrow of shit per day, but at least you are doing something about it.
Anyway, enough about shit. I haven't had breakfast yet and the PIG that promised to go with me to cut my hair (yes! Short hair once again!!) is still sleeping.
Today is also the day we're celebrating Ahma and Ahgong birthday so I guess it will naturally mean that I would be blogging a second post for today, tonight. Late tonight.
Stay tuned!~
OH you won't believe this... !!!!!!
But after I defended Hello (in a not so nice shit way), They decided to upload my photos for meeeeee! Well, indirectly. I was just suddenly able to log in. YAY!
No one knows yet that I was trying to take a candid shot..
and when they did.. they all disappeared except for the very obligated main character of the day Ms. Charmayne and a very shy Ginny, author of bestselling book for past 2 weeks, entitled: Chubby The Potato Ball. And right beside them in pink is is Siti more popularly known on my blog as Ms. Will-Fall-Into-Hardrock's-Pool.
By the way, come to think of it, I think PART of the reason Charmayne left was because she doesn't want to see a particular grey-skin someone at PEACH next year.. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. =X
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 9:37 pm
(Part of) Why I Love Attachment
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
When you love your job, sometimes it's not just the great people whom you work with that makes the whole attachment experience 9999x more enjoyable than compared to your poor friends (especially CK).
As I said, there are other itsy bitsy little stuffs that makes your heart skip a beat.
An example?
Marshmallow brownies....
(I know it kinda looks disgusting but, hey, it's MARSHMALLOW ok!)
What's even better than that?
Marshmallow brownie AND raspberry brownie...
Although I have to admit, I could not finish it up because it's TOO SWEET and you get sick of sweetness after a few mouthful.
Next.. I found out why Ginny took leave today.
Although she claims that she doesn't know about it, but today there was a.....
FIRE DRILL!
Now, ladies and gentleman, did I care to ever tell any of you that TTG is located on the 17th floor?
Oh yes!
Now let me see when was the last time I went down so many flights of stairs..
That was all the way back in 1998 when my great grandmother died. We were living on the TWENTIETH FRIGGING FLOOR and since the corpse could not fit into the lift (she died at home) because it was too stiff and all, we placed her on a stretcher and manually carried her down.
Floor by floor we went. Or rather, the funeral workers went. Along with half of the entire family.
Do you know what's the worse thing? The body kept threatening to slip off the frigging stretching!!!
We had to hold onto the body while moving down and down and down. And at every twist and turn of the stairs, we had to adjust everything.
Not like we had a choice anyway.
But for today, there was no carrying of corpse downstairs (besides I believe the lift could accomodate a fully-horizontally placed body).
We had to run *ahem*.. I mean walk down.
As we kept joking on the way down, if we were to escape at such a speed should there really be a fire, we would have burnt to death.
Cindy's pro-ness with S700i allowed her to create the illusion that everyone was dashing down the stairs for dear life.
In fact, we escaped to an assembly area near the MRT, and everyone was given a bottle of mineral water. Despite this awfully unfair deal, it was a blessing because it was really thirsty walking down all the way.
It was then that I realised, to my horror that some of my very smart colleagues had earlier on 'escaped'. Before the fire alarm went off (and when the lift was still working), they had taken the lift all the way downstairs to wait.
When the alarm didn't go off punctually at 2.30pm (it rang only at 3.15pm), my very ingenious colleagues WENT SHOPPING.
Joanna kept complaining that her legs are wobbly. She shall be referred to Ms. Wobbly Legs.
Since I sit with Ms Wobbly Legs in the same room, we chat quite often. Over everything and nothing.
Wobbly Legs' involvement in the Asean Tourism Forum required lots of paperwork so she is constantly walking in and out of our room, going to the printer or checking things with our other colleagues.
However, the thing was, despite Wobbly Legs having.. well.. wobbly legs, she was still absolutely quiet when moving about.
Thus, stupid Cindy sometimes didn't even realise that she is not in the room, and start talking to her.
This resulted in occasional odd stares from colleagues walking past our room and hearing me talk to air.
I had to ask Wobbly Legs to PLEASE KINDLY say that she is leaving the room so that I won't end up talking to myself half the time.
The rest must have thought I'm going crazy from attachment stress. Honestly man, I hate brownies and I'm never going to eat another one unless I'm dying from starvation. Too sweet! Yikes!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:54 pm
You Lucky People
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
No post for 14th November and now on the 15th alone you get TWO post.
Yes. Scroll down and read the next post too because it's new and only uploaded today.
Now, how many times in my blog entries have you encountered the word Fuck.
I mean the CORRECT spelling. Not 'frig' or 'fug' or whatever. I mean the real correctly spelt word Fuck.
I did a search and found out that in my whole not-very-long history of blogging (on blogger.com, that is), I only have 8 very angry entries that contained that word.
And, ladies and gentleman, you are now about to witness the Ninth.
Some people, in this world, are without a doubt, totally FUCKED up.
You got that right.
I'd tell you one of them today.
I'm abit of a sexist myself. Whenever I hear of friends who have failed relationship, it's this THING within me to blame a guy (whether or not the guy is my friend). I just can't bring myself to blame a girl (but I can assure you I'm straight).
But today, I really can't bring myself to NOT blame that girl.
She is the one who adopted Dewy.
Do you remember Dewy? To know the history, CLICK HERE and HERE to see my old post, if not you have no idea what I'm ranting about.
To cut things short, this is Dewy:
A stray found by the road by a far-related group of people. Later adopted by Gary whose mother threatened to let it go and let it fend for itself. Later temporarily fostered for 2 miserable days by Cindy Lim, who cried and cried and could not stop crying when it was time to give Dewy to a newfound owner.
Now, Cindy is on the verge of tears again because 'newfound owner' bought a fucking new MINI SCHNAUZER and does not want Dewy anymore.
No. I'm not on the verge of tears.
I'M ON THE FUCKING VERGE OF COMMITTING MURDER AND ARSON.
I know its unreasonable of me to do so but I FUCKING HATE SCHNAUZERS :( (maybe just for the next few weeks only).
Don't EVER mention a Schnauzer in my blardy face ANYMORE or I'd throw a used bitch sanitary pad right at you.
Please USE YOUR BRAINS(I know some people don't have a priviledge of owning one) and consider 9999 TIMES BEFORE YOU FUCKING ADOPT A DOG! And also.. IF YOU HAVE ALREADY ADOPTED A DOG PLEASE FUCKING TAKE CARE OF IT FOR THE REST OF THE DOG'S ENTIRE LIFE unless due to unseen circumstances you are unable to care for it (like let's say you die or something).
I hope that's the world's naughtiest mini Schnauzer that shit in the cupboard and you don't know until days later when all your clothes smell like shit even after you wash it 1 million times till the thread evaporates into nothingness.
I hope it pukes under your blankets and you don't know until you've switched off your lights and snuggle under your blankets and soak yourself in the puke that is still warm and moist and clumpy.
I hope your dog spoils every pair of shoes you have ever owned (and not yet own so you'd have to compensate people for it).
ARGH!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 7:47 pm
What is Christmas...
Without Rudolph?
Pet Lovers' Centre is having a 50% storewide discount. I think it has something to do with end of year clearance. Whatever it may be, please make full use and go spend some of your attachment salary there, ok?
If you don't have a dog, remember that I have three, besides, I can ALWAYS do with spare stuffs for the dogs.
Out of the blue I'm talking about Pet Lovers' Centre. Obviously anyone who constantly reads my blog would have guessed that I must have bought something there.
Well...
You are right. As usual. I'm getting too predictable.
In fact, the even more loyal My Smelly Pillow reader would have guessed that it has something to do with Rudolph (like.. Duh!)
You are right. Again.
In fact, what I actually bought is a Rudolph head gear. Okay, so head gear sounds more like something from gunbound or rugby. But whatever okay?
I tried it on Didi, who didn't really like it...
Stare at the photo for like 3 seconds. Don't you notice he greatly resembles someone?
Yes. Dragon King (more popularly known as Hai Long Wang). The one who is great friends with Sun Wukong (that Monkey God).
Didi absolutely hates it and refuses to wear it by rubbing his head against the wall, the carpet, the floor, the bed, the everywhere.
"Fine!" I retorted and angrily snatched the Rudolph head gear off him.
Bad idea. Piak! The elastic band sounded and whacked the dog in his face, as if knowing Didi dislikes it greatly.
Our next model (or victim) is who else but everyone's favourite (I insist!) potato ball (Ginny insist):
Chubby, as usual, was an absolute angel. Unlike Didi, he didn't struggle or act pissed when I put the Rudolph head gear on his head.
In fact, he gave the sorrowful look that makes you automatically remove it from his head, of course not without taking a few dozen pictures of him first!
Isn't he a sweet little baby pie.. *Gush*
And now, for our long-awaited third model of the day: Mr. Kilo Lim!!
(Also the asshole who bit and spoilt my shoes that I had bought for a frigging $50 (not Crocs, thank goodness), and only worn TWICE!)
*Please imagine the photo yourself. The haughty superstar ate up the whole Rudolph head gear*
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 7:29 pm
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Watching Spongebob with Chubby
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 9:26 pm
Oscar/Cody's Servant
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Who else... Me la!
BUS TP-ians, miss this place?
I went to school early in the morning to meet my careperson for make-up lesson. It lasted a mere 15minutes or so. THANK GOODNESS I asked Mum to wait for me at the carpark if not I would be traveling one hour just to get home. Imagine how pissed I would have felt!
But according to her, the very friendly (read: IRRITATING) security guards chased her out of the carpark for gawd knows what reason. I predicted that would have happened and so passed my EZ-link card to Mum as it has the school logo printed on it. I did ask her to tell to any questioning (ahem, busybody) security guard that she is waiting to pass ez-link card to her daughter.
Obviously either my idea didn't work or she didn't bother to tell the guard anything.
Anyway, she drove out and drove back into school to continue her wait (You Go Mummy!).
Next. When I came home, I automatically switched on my computer (bad habit) to blast MP3s while being Oscar and Cody's servant. That is WHY I never reply to all your msn messages about someone wanting to buy dog. Specifically about someone wanting to get a dog.
Yea. I know I love dogs. But I don't understand why over the past 2 weeks like 8 different people come telling me that they want to buy dogs (a specific breed) and WHERE they can get it.
My eyeball kinda almost popped out of their sockets. I guess they think I'm a doggie god or something. Mind you, it's not hard-to-get-and-must-specially import dogs.
Dogs like Jack Russell, Yorkshire Terrier etc, hey, you can almost get them in ANY frigging pet-shop (only goes to show how 'HARD' they tried to search for the dog they intend to keep).
Speaking of which, even if you want to search for rarer breeds that are not easily available in Singapore, please still DO NOT approach me because I don't know ANYTHING.
If I sound very harsh in the above paragraphs, that's cos I'm being a bitchy PMS person right now.
Honestly, the most I can do is go with you to the pet-shops to check for the very basic of all basic signs of whether the dog is healthy (which I still believe if you read at least ONE dogbook they would have taught you reasonably enough about checking whether a puppy is healthy or not).
Okay, so what exactly did I do with Oscar and Cody? Cleaned their cages of course.
Cody, as usual, was being such a jerk.
I tried to take a thousand photos of it but out of all of it, only 2 or 3 were good enough to post online. And this, regrettably, is one of them:
Unfortunately, after this shot, Cody decided to do some stunts, and so he ended up on the floor...
Now we come to Oscar. Oscar's case is a little more tricky. At least for Cody all I had to do was to clean and scrub the container I keep it in.
Whereas Oscar, not only do I have to do that, I have to scrub the little bugger himself too.
With an old toothbrush.
So ladies (only!), if any one of you happen to be staying overnight at my place, please take note that you are NOT to use ANY toothbrush you can find in my bathroom. Thank you for your cooperation.
A happy-looking Oscar after scrubbing
Due to the fast rate of Oscar growing moss/algae/sticky-disgusting-green-stuff on his body, I have decided to keep him out of the water. Of course I would put him in this old container of water with food at least once everyday.
In fact, I USED to feed him in this container all the time when he was still living in the toilet (before the washing machine incident). But.. well.. apparently my little greenie baby had grown up *proud mummy smile*.
After that I went out. It was raining SO heavily that even with a umbrella, half of me got drenched (I love Crocs shoes!!!).
However, upon FINALLY reaching the stupid bus-stop, the sun suddenly decided to come out and the rain BLARDY STOPPED. Now this is making my PMS mood reach its limit. I wanted to tear out all the stupid posters at the bus-stop and kick down the bus-stop post at the side.
Luckily, I didn't have the time to because the bus arrived. Xiang had already reached the interchange when I was walking in the rain on the way to the bus-stop, and I'm sure all of you know Good Jerk's character. He HATES to wait for late people. I can imagine his sucky mood and stuck-up face when I see him later and thinking about it makes me even more want to explode.
All's going well when suddenly, as I was daydreaming out the backseat of the bus, it stopped.
I looked up. Everyone was getting off the bus. Like, what the hell were they doing? The bus wasn't even at a bus-stop!
It was then that I got it through my stupid thick skull that the bus had broken down. The kind driver gave everyone a complimentary bus ticket and we all got off.
I took another ToaPayoh-bound bus and soon reached (but not before going in CIRCLES around Shufang's neighbourhood). As a result, it made me EVEN later and I thought of Xiang and I got into a WORSE mood.
Another good thing though, was that although I was in full-blown PMS mood, Xiang was in a superb good mood as if he had just won $800million lottery.
He was in such a good mood about it and laughed when I told him the bus broke down on the way. That's like WOW! Once in a million years?
(Val and I soon found out WHY when he dragged us to the Gucci boutique.)
I then went to the toilet with Val. Walked out of the cubicle to wash my hands and comb my hair while chatting with Val at the sink area. Suddenly there was a little commotion behind and we turned our heads.
One of the toilet bowl had gotten stuck and was overflowing with water until the ground was wet.
Nonchalantly we innocently walked out of the toilet.
Finally Val couldn't stand it and burst out laughing.
"That was the cubicle you flushed right?" she asked.
"Yes!" I said. "Walk faster!"
Eh, but I SWEAR I did not throw in anything that has anything related to feminine-and-difficult-to-flush items. Like, I am going through Pms.. not MS!!
Quote of the day: "Chubby looks like a potato ball." - Ginny, Packing Queen of Exhibitions Dept
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:02 pm
Staying Away From Funan
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Right. At a particular shop in Funan, everyone knows that Cindy used her facial cleanser to brush her teeth.
In fact, someone (the manager or whoever) even know what brand of sanitary pad she supports.
Therefore, Cindy has vowed to stay AWAY from that shop as far away as possible.
That aside, I shall talk about my colleagues today since they specifically requested for it. But somehow, I also realised that I do not have all their photos!
Not that it's a must, but blogs with photos more.. fun? Like when I say someone fall down you can imagine the look on that person's face.
That's just an example scenario. Well, for the whole of today, the only person that fell down was me. I tripped on my own shoe. Turns out there is abit of getting used to when wearing Crocs.
I'd talk about the Crocs shoes later. Anyway, I've found a photo with them in it. If you remember, all of you have seen it before too:
Me, Ginny, Siti and Charmayne
They are the three masterminds behind the dubbing of me as 'Merlion'.
Siti was actually the one whom we were quite afraid for when we went to Hard Rock for the party at night. More specifically stating, we were afraid that she would fall into the pool (remember; the place had lots of water and very little 'land').
Ginny and Charmayne. Hmm, what shall I say. Abit pressured because I know they're reading this right now (sooner or later).
I think.. they're like twin sisters. Sure, they don't look alike, but sometimes there is this sort of chemistry between them that is abit creepy. And whenever you see one of them, you know the other one is nearby.
Running out of logical things to say so I shall rattle a few random things that happen to/are about them.
Charmayne: - looks like Clara! - very fierce (if need be) - don't eat tau hu - is very lucky because I don't know how to spell the name of that Thai guy with grey skin who is head over heels with her and because it's such a long story I shall not type it out (partly due to fear for my own personal safety).
Ginny: - the 'packing queen' of the exhibitions department - also don't eat tau hu - her roti prata got stolen during the fengshui convention - softoy dog almost got strangled to death with thumbdrive lanyard
Now back to my crocs shoes.
They're weird. And ugly. That's my first thought when I first saw them on the newspaper.
But after slipping my feet into a pair, I found that I never want to wear any other pairs of shoes ever again. It's.. PERFECT!
Except for the fact that it still takes a little getting used to because I almost fell down when I dragged my feet while walking. It's such a wonderful shoe it even tries to stop my bad habit of feet-dragging.
But what was the best is the protection it provides.
Ms. High Heel Shoes stepped on my feet today and it didn't hurt at all. I didn't wince in pain nor did I have to rudely stare at the lady. For goodness sake, if you want to take a few steps back PLEASE KINDLY ENSURE there is no one standing behind la. Especially when you wearing that kind of shoes.
Thank goodness Cindy was the one who got stepped on because it didn't hurt at all and also the shoes are made of a special kind of rubbery material that can be wiped off when dirty.
In fact, I was safe and sound while the woman who stepped on me almost fell down herself.
Another thing I hate when taking the train to anywhere is people reading newspapers. I don't give a single heck if the train is relatively empty but when it is frigging peak period and everyone is rushing to work, you are really a stupid fugging s-hole if you OPEN UP the blardy newspaper with your arms held open to the point that it takes up SO MUCH space that I believe prevented two additional from squeezing onboard!
Ok. Side-tracked, sorry. Back to the shoes. I was feeling a little self-conscious because there were a few people staring at my shoes.
You know how people always walk with their heads looking down. It's quite obvious that some of those looking down heads somehow have their eyes locked onto my shoes. I mean, yea, it looks weird, but you don't need to look until so obvious right?
I wore the shoes this morning before I left the house, and I asked her "Ma, weird or not?"
She answered "Wear what you like la! Don't care what people think. Ownself like can already what."
Easier said than done.
By the way, do any of you know where I can buy those cups with names on it? Let me know through the tagboard. Thanks!!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:24 pm
Welcome to Existence!
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Went to see Yu Yang today. He shall be affectionately referred to as Yang Yang from now on. Just like Pierre Png's name in Holland V.
Anyway, Yang Yang is absolutely CUTE.
It's been a trillion years since I've last seen a little human. In fact I was so entranced by Yang Yang that I couldn't stop touching his hair, his face, his arms and his ears (picturing how they would look like when pierced).
Ladies and gentleman, let's officially introduce and familiarise yourself with a future terror in my life; Yang Yang~
I was quite amazed. I always thought babies do nothing but sleep/eat/cry whole day. Yang Yang was indeed an entertainer. Within 30 seconds he could come up with 5 different facial expressions, which I feel is ALOT for a 10 day old baby.
Excitedly, I came home. I was talking to Xiang on the phone about Yang Yang, and unknowingly I kept referring to Yang Yang as 'it'. Subconsciously I feel that I am treating the baby like a dog. No, it's MORE like I treat my dogs as babies. Xiang kept correcting me "It's a HIM. Not IT." Even when I was goo-ing and gaga-ing with the baby, I feel like I'm actually .. talking to Chubby?
Same baby voice tone. Except instead of calling it Chubby I called it Yang Yang. See? I call it IT again. Oh AGAIN! .. Him .. Him!!! Argghhh!
But before that, my parents and I stopped by at a mama shop to buy bread. I was so excited to upload the photos and tell you all about Yang Yang that I brought the bread all the way to my room before realising my stupidity and hurriedly brought it to the kitchen.
Actually, that is not stupid.
I've been weirdly blur the past few days, though I'm sure my colleagues would tell you anytime that I'm blur for not JUST the past few days.
In fact, I squeezed my facial cleanser onto my toothbrush.
Let me tell you something although I've told you before: Nivea facial cleansers rock. They not only keep pimples at bay, they also keep your teeth clean and nice. And one more thing. It tastes like dog shampoo.
Not that I tasted dog shampoo before but it has something to do with the smell, especially when the smell is coming from your mouth.
After that when I went to make my own cup of Milo because the rest of the world was still sleeping and poor Cindy had to go to work (during the FengShui Convention days), I forgot to add condensed milk into it.
Taking a big gulp, I almost puked out the whole thing because Milo without condense milk really suck big-time.
I think I desperately need a rest, which is why I'm looking forward to my four-day leave from Thursday to Sunday. Please do not call my handphone. I would be sleeping and dead to the world for that period of time.
And.. talking about the FengShui convention, let me introduce all of you to our dearest and sweetest project manager of the 2nd International FengShui Convention, Ms. Ariel Ko (I'm sure you all know Angie from Long-Name-Event already):
More photos coming soon. I think. HAHA!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:02 pm
Hopeless Cousin
Monday, November 07, 2005
Um.. I just realised that my newest/youngest cousin was born LAST SATURDAY and I didn't even FRIGGING know about it until TODAY.
I'm hopeless. At least I'm good at standing opposite the road from Fullerton with my water pouring out of my mouth...
Don't get what I mean? . . . (hint: M*****n)
Anyway, the baby is the child of my third uncle from my maternal side. It's a boy!
He was named Yu Yang (Universal Sunlight?) by my uncle's mother-in-law. I was thinking of suggesting an english name for him after my attachment nickname: Merlion. But I think maybe Merlin would sound more..um.. human.
I doubt the new proud parents would accept my idea.
I am so super excited to see him. But, let's bring ourselves back to reality. Some of my friends already have HUNDREDS of nieces and nephews to look after already. And ME!?
My highest position is still a COUSIN.
Dearest of all dearest Cousin Alex and Cousin-in-law Doris, I know you told Ah Gong before that you had two daughters (of which Ah Gong almost had a mild heart attack when he found out you were referring to your two female Schnauzer dogs at home), but nothing beats a real human niece/nephew. Um.. I mean, child of your own.
So please *ahem ahem* you know what to DO.
LOL!
Just kidding. But I seriously think you should bring your dogs over more often.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:08 pm
Warzone!!
Friday, November 04, 2005
Right. I was so looking forward to our second on-campus session whereby all attachment students report back to school. It slowly morphed into a reason for all of us to step out of our miserable SIP-controlled lives, gather together and go out and enjoy ourselves.
Unfortunately of all unfortunates, it clashed with my event.
With it being the smallest event of the company, I didn't want a thing to go wrong (considering only four people were working on it and I make up 25% of the team already).
So I applied for LoA without having any hope that they would approve it. They did. I don't know whether I'm glad or sad. I think more of glad because I think my project manager is one step closer to hysteria everyday and with one more person being there it would mean.. um.. less chances of her fainting.
So I came home and fed Kilo the two egg-tarts I had bought to snack on but was just too full. Went back to my room wondering where on earth my blazer and etc clothes are.
It was then.. that I stepped on Didi's nose.
Don't blame me. He was sleeping right under my bed with only his nose sticking out.
You should be thankful that I didn't kill him.
He shrieked and jumped up. I screamed and fell down.
Yes, you're wondering what the hell is Didi doing in my room. I forgot to mention but my parents went to China for a holiday that they truly deserve. Which means every night I had to carry Didi up to my room.
I have no idea why that idiot dog just don't dare to climb the stairs. He can do fine from first to second. But he doesn't dare to climb second to third.
You find it amusing, I find it idiotic, especially these few days when I am already super exhausted after coming home from work.
Oh, in case you don't know let me remind you my not-so-nice nicknames for the dogs.
Didi is the Idiot Dog.
Kilo is the Dumb Dog.
Chubby is the Stupid Dog.
I guess part of the reason why I didn't see him was because of my messy room. Chubby's pillows are strewn over the floors, and I'm not even mentioning his softoys, ball toys, chew toys (courtesy of Xiang), etc etc.
Oh oh oh! Do you know Xiang was trying to be a really sweet dog owner's boyfriend?
He bought two chew toys for the dogs. I think he forgot that I have three dogs actually. But NEVER MIND, I shall spare his life this time.
Anyway, Chubby has a possessive habit of keeping his things in his bed or on a cloth or carpet that he likes to sleep on.
Didi, as I discovered with this chew toy that Xiang bought, has this awful habit of taking his things everywhere he go. Up the stairs, down the stairs, to the living room.
He eventually left it in the hall. That fateful afternoon, Kilo, having (fully, I guess) recovered, decided to open the door and come into the house.
The dumb dog immediatley crawled under the chair and retrieved Didi's chew toy and ran back out of the house again since he know he already stole something (Didi was busy begging for food from my grandmother in the kitchen so he didn't know anything).
I don't mind Kilo eating the chew toy. It was actually a ball. A knotted ball which Didi had bitten and detangled it until it became a long piece of .. thing.. Don't exactly know what the material is but I guess it's made of cowhide or something?
Because it became a long piece of ... THING... Kilo tried to swallow it.
Bad idea.
It got stuck.
Half of it was stuck in his throat, and the other half was sticking out of his mouth.
He made weird gurgling noises that dogs always make before they vomit.
I didn't know what to do. When Chubby did that, I always carried him to the toilet and pat his back while he vomits into the toilet bowl (very familiar drunk scene).
Unfortunately YOU don't expect me to carry Kilo to the toilet even though Xiang was right there beside me. He was panicking, saying things like "SAVE HIM CIN! SAVE HIM!!! OMG SAVE HIM! SOMEBODY!!" I slapped him (no, I didn't) to shut him up and then turned my attention back to Kilo.
Kilo then vomited out the chew toy part that was stuck in his throat... Along with the two pieces of bread that Xiang had fed him like 20 minutes ago.
It was disgusting. No, I mean, it still IS disgusting. You can still TELL that it's bread.
EEEEEkk *shudder just to think back about it*
Anyway, my dear children, the moral of the story is to keep your place tidy. Especially dog toys.
Mum used to say if you don't keep your things neat and tidy, then in future every thing that has anything to do with you will be messy, regardless whether it is your office table, your room, your house, or your car.
I can't say for sure that she was right.
But having now experience life working in an office and having sat at that same table over and over again everyday, I realised.. Mum.. is.. (almost) ALWAYS.. right.
I honestly haven't noticed anything until Ariel (my project manager on the verge of hysteria) came in and said "Wa! Warzone?"
Because Joanna stole my cup, I had to change to a new one that I dug out. It was dusty and all, and then I realised the company's name printed on it:
Which reminds me of this idiotic guy called Mr. Kuah Zi Xiang who called me up telling me that I won a lucky draw and asked me to go down to collect the prize. The worse thing was.. I actually believed him.
Talking about answering phonecalls, today I was supposed to be packing (I did a sh*tty job until the other 3 person working on FengShui had to help me out).
Anyway's, our freight forwarder, aka logistics people, were supposed to come in and collect boxes at 3pm today. They are usually late. Collect late, send our items back late. So Cindy ASSUMED that they are going to be late.
However, when it is YOUR turn to pack, they will be early. In fact, they were half-an-hour early.
The phone rang. I walked towards it to answer it. As I picked up the phone receiver and was about to put it to my ear, I looked up and saw the logistics staff walking in.
Needless to say I haven't packed alot of last minute items (such as stationary, delegate badges etc etc).
When I saw the staff, I couldn't control my mouth and said "Oh sh*t!" into the phone.
It was a client on the line.
Indeed.
Thank gawd she acted like she didn't hear it. Don't try to console me saying that you think she might not have heard it.
I said it when the receiver was already at my ear lor! And the mouthpiece was near enough to even hear clearly if I were to whisper "hello..." to her.
Well, I think that's all I shall blog for today. I have to be at Suntec at 7am sharp and it is so frigging early.
Oh Shit.
Look at the time!
*slaps hand over mouth*
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 9:56 pm
I Miss School..
Thursday, November 03, 2005
I corrected it.
Gary appealed to everyone to do it.
And the rest of the Marketeers put it as their MSN nick
The very precious ten words:
I Believe Being In Marketing Has Shortened My Lifespan Considerably
Dearest Temasek Polytechnic, I never thought I'd be caught dead typing this but, I MISS YOU!!!
Would the days faster pass so that I can go back to school and get tortured/bombarded by the uncountable Marketing projects?.. Pretty pleasssssssssssse!!!??
With today being a holiday, I just lazed around at home. Watched Gen X Cops today on VCD (original one lor) with my three dogs.
Yup. Since the weather was quite hot as usual, I let Kilo into the house so he could sleep on the marble tiles which is 100000x more cooler than outside.
In fact, I was feeling pretty evil and went to poke his chest where the stitch is.
You would be surprised to see it too. It has healed. I've always heard that dogs heal like 7 or 8 times faster than humans, but it is really a see-to-believe sight.
The wound was already sealed up fully. No more open skin anywhere. Moreover, the thread that was supposed to disappear, HAD disappeared. The only visible signs was a light pink line running down his chest that showed where the stitches used to be.
I just could not resist poking him, not like the dumb dog cared anyway.
In fact, he has already restarted his habit of stealing food from the table..
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:33 pm
Halloween Game to Share
A Hangman game that consists of a highly irritating Skeleton.
Ever been totally engrossed in a computer game before?
I have. But not anymore.
And I admit I was never good in the game. Always relying on friends to provide me with items.
And that game.. was Diablo 2(Expansion).
There was a super fast way to level up. During my time when I was still mad about the game, the most 'IN' thing to do is to join games that are called Cow Runs.
You basically get through this portal, and at the other side, you get to a farm. I think it's called Moo Moo Farm.
It's weird. Considering that such a serious RPG game has such a silly name.
By the way, Moo Moo Farm, as you might have guessed from the name, is a farm with ALOT of cows. Approximately thousands.
And these cows can walk on their hind legs, so their 'hands' are holding all sorts of weapons and coming after you.
Needless to say, during the school holidays, the only thing I did the whole day was to play this game.
It got so bad that I didn't even bother going shopping or hanging outside with my friends at all (plus the fact that most of them were also engrossed in the game too).
But the worst thing was... I couldn't sleep at night.
I know a great many people who believed that Diablo is not a good game. I think they linked it to the devil or something. In fact there were a few newspaper reports that people had died playing Diablo. But let me clarify the fact that that was because they played 3 days and nights non-stop, without bathing or eating. I'm not exactly sure whether they even bothered to pause and go pee/poo in the toilet.
But it was not because I kept thinking about the game that made me unable to sleep at night.
I was ... hearing.. sounds.....
I forgot to add. At Moo Moo Farm where you are happily leveling up and killing cows at the same time, the cows are not just dumb and quiet. They moo. OF COURSE THEY MOO!
But their moos are not like those real live cows we have. Their moos are obviously human-made voices going "Moo moo moo moo moo...? Moo mooo moo." As if they're trying to talk to you in Moo language.
And when you kill them, they give out one loud painful "Mooooooooooooo!"
So after my countless days of D2-ing, I realise that everytime when my room was quiet till you can hear a pin drop, these Moos would start.
Lying on my bed in the dark, looking up at the ceiling, I could really seriously hear those Moos. It was weird and creepy. I even tried to use my pillows to shut my ears but I could still hear those stupid cows.
I was not freaked out but super irritated. How the hell was someone suppose to fall asleep with all that cow noises. So I told my mum and she threatened to send me to a psychiatrist.
Hahahaha!!
She didn't. She just threatened to uninstall the game from the computer. I think the cows heard it because I stopped hearing noises after that.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 6:26 pm
Welcome Home Kilo!
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Kilo came home Sunday evening, thanks to all for being so concerned. He's alright now, really, it's just that his stupid owner didn't have the time to update her blog about it. :)
I didn't go with my bro and Grace and Anna to fetch it because otherwise there would be no space in the car for the dog to sit properly.
So I decided to sun an old big cushion for it in the meantime while awaiting its arrival. I was smart to NOT go.
There's something about Mount Pleasant Animal hospital that I believe everyone should know about: ..... The waiting time.
In fact, our record waiting time was held by my Dad and Didi. Dad brought Didi there for the yearly innoculation thingy, and they waited a record of Five Frigging Hours.
I decided to fool around with Chubby while waiting for Kilo.
Ladies and gentlemen, presenting, Cindy Lim's one and only Teletubby called CHUBBY WUBBY!!!
Chubby Wubby
We waited... waited.. and waited.
Finally the car pulled in. Everyone got out of the car. Except the dog.
After some slight struggling, Kilo finally got off.
The poor boy had lost so much weight.
"Kilo!!!!!" I shouted at it. He merely looked at me without shaking his tail.
I sat down on the floor and patted the big cushion beside me, signaling him to come over.
He did. He walked right past me, bang into the wall right behind me, and then landed onto the cushion, eyes closed and all.
"What the fug! He died!!!???" I shouted in my mind.
Hurriedly crawled to him and realised he was still breathing. Phew. I decided this is a quiet Kilo moment that shouldn't be missed, so immediately captured the moment with.. what else.. but a handphone camera!
What could be more handy than a camera and a handphone two-in-one! I've sang praises about this innovation already!!
You would notice that his chest had been shaved bald prior to surgery. And ignore the yellow markings. Those were home remedies that we had earlier applied on him.
I didn't dare take photos of the wound earlier on because with the maggots and all crawling, seeing it was already making me sick to the pit of my stomach, much less publishing it and letting all of you puke together with me.
But since it is now gone, I think it is rather content-safe to publish photos of the stitched up wound:
The wound isn't very clear in the photo, but that's because I didn't dare to lift up his arms too wide apart to take a clearer picture. He was just operated on a few hours ago, would YOU dare to do anything to even stretch the skin near his chest?
The wound is healing very well right now. We don't really have to bring the dog back to remove the stitches because according to what my bro said, the doctor mentioned the thread would automatically vanish/melt/disappear after some time.
I hope such sh*t things never happen again to Kilo. It's more heartbreaking than visually disgusting to see the wounds and see the poor dog being so upset about it.
